On the periphery of the sleepless mountain.

In a deep mountain and old forest, a young man in a brown robe was strolling leisurely, his mouth was slightly cracked, he felt a little thirsty, and suddenly stopped, planning to go to the stream and scoop a spoonful of water to drink.

This place has been out of the control of the Sleepless Mountain, and there are no "eyes and ears" and precautions in the dark.

The young man knows that the real Sleepless Mountain is far from being as simple as the "Sleepless Mountains and Landscapes Map" that tells the world.

In fact, there are three hundred and sixty-five secret sentinels inside and outside the Nightless Mountain, and in addition, there are seven hundred and forty-nine "night envoys", all of whom are heard to be above the Six Realms.

Therefore, a mountain that never sleeps, it is not too much to say that it is a tiger's den and dragon pool.

It's like a wolf in sheep's clothing, and it's hard to guard against.

Just like yourself.

Jiang Xiang smiled, feeling that those who were so naïve as to think that a mountain that never sleeps would open the door for all the Qi Refiners to enter, and take away the countless treasures of the sect like a bag and a bag.

Isn't it stupid?

Which sect will announce the crucial sect map and secret room to the world?

Even if the Sleepless Mountain is really a master of art and dares to disclose the secrets of the sect to the public, then those who see this so-called "secret" should also use their brains and think about it.

The world is like chess, and everyone is a son.

Sometimes what you see is what others want you to see.

This trick is actually not high enough.

The higher trick is the virtual and the real, the virtual and the real, and the real and the virtual, which makes it difficult to distinguish between the real and the false, but it cannot be ignored.

This kind of information is the hottest thing to get in your hands.

Like a road full of thorns, but perhaps a treasure.

Make people willing to take risks, but not rash.

Jiang Xiang said to himself: "It's a pity that I'm on the sword platform." ”

This time, he left that secret realm, sneaked into the sleepless mountain, and put on the identity of a "farmer's outer disciple", and he gained a lot.

First, he met the boy he had always wanted to see.

The master of the fairy sword Chengying.

Although the other party had some unexpected ideas, it was probably still in Jiang Xiang's hands, and the swordsmanship was acceptable, but there was one thing missing.

The same thing that Jiang Xiang has at the moment, and he doesn't have it.

It is also the most important quality of a swordsman that Jiang Xiang thinks.

That is, Li Zijin killed too few people, and when facing the real battle of life and death, he was not decisive enough, and there would be a moment of hesitation when he took out the sword.

Because of this, when the incense burned out in the end, it was he who took the first step out of the sword and cut his cheek.

Jiang Xiang is different, he practiced swordsmanship at the age of five, and when he was seven years old, his swordsmanship had reached its peak, and when he was ten years old, he could kill the demon clan monks of the God Realm when he threw himself into the battlefield for the first time.

Now he is only sixteen years old, and he has killed countless demons, traveled through several broken caves and blessed lands, and his achievements are brilliant.

For Jiang Xiang today, asking what is on the sword platform is only about swordsmanship, and no other means are allowed to be used, in his opinion, it is a joke.

It's a big joke, like a child playing house.

On the battlefield, what can you not do?

Only by unscrupulous means can there be such a glimmer of life.

Surviving is more important than anything else.

"It's good to have faith, but if you lose your life, is it worth it?" Jiang Xiang couldn't help but say again.

He slowly walked to the edge of the stream, squatted down, put his palms together, and held the water to quench his thirst.

After drinking two sips of stream water, the rippling blue waves on the surface of the water gradually calmed down, reflecting the grim face of a teenager.

Jiang Xiang's pupils widened, his heart shook suddenly, and he looked at the face in the water in disbelief.

He stretched out his hand and touched the left cheek, and a hole slowly appeared, and it was the day after the end of the fight between the two, the opening was about to crack.

Jiang Xiang looked at the blood on his index finger and suddenly realized: "It was that time······ I see. ”

The Qi Refiner in a brown robe slowly stood up and began to review the sword question yesterday in his mind, without letting go of any details.

Finally reacted, what the problem was.

It's Li Zijin's swordsmanship.

The last sword is not landscape empathy, but empathy.

In that flowing water, the young man was dressed in a green shirt, holding the Cuiqu ancient sword, and slashed a sword towards Jiang Xiang of "tomorrow".

Break free from the circle barrier.

After appreciating this, Jiang Xiang's mind suddenly had a wisp of memory that should not have appeared, and time seemed to retreat to the sword platform.

Jiang Xiang "saw" Li Zijin changing his sword in his left hand, and then on the side of the two of them, a stream of time appeared, which was a more brief moment than a moment for those watching the battle from the outside world.

However, Li Zijin, who was beside the flowing water, was in the place where he jumped out of the magic circle enchantment, and even jumped out of the five elements and three realms, and wiped a sword towards him, which was exactly the same as the angle of the summer sword in his hand slashing at him.

In fact, in the end, the two exchanged swords.

It's just that Jiang Xiang's sword is "at this moment", while Li Zijin's sword is "tomorrow and today".

He slashed a sword to Jiang Xiang of tomorrow.

The sword came slowly, but it was not better.

The swordsman in a tea robe turned his head, looked at the sleepless mountain in the distance, and muttered, "You didn't lose." ”

I really didn't expect it to be such a sword.

The group of old bones in the Sleepless Mountain, they must never have dreamed that this would be the result.

No, they couldn't even find out, after all, there were only a handful of people in this world who could see the flow of time, let alone cut a stream of water with a sword.

This kind of swordsmanship······ It's really a dream.

It's a pity that this kind of swordsmanship, called empathy, picks people.

Jiang Xiang once saw a sword cultivator surnamed Xie in a Furong Cave Heaven, obviously his cultivation was not high, he was comparable to the Jindan Immortal, but he could cross the border and kill the Yuan Infant alive, which once made Jiang Xiang suspect that the person was hiding his strength.

However, after drinking with him, Jiang Xiang found out that the surname Xie was really just an ordinary Jindan sword cultivator.

He told Jiang Xiang that that kind of swordsmanship, only his master's lineage in the world, and it was passed on to his generation, and the incense was almost cut off.

Jiang Xiang immediately said that he wanted to learn, and said that he could apprentice to him and bow down, in short, if the surname Xie was willing to teach him empathy, he could do whatever he wanted.

At that time, the person surnamed Xie did not directly refuse, but really handed over the mantra of empathy to Jiang Xiang, but no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to touch that flowing water, and he couldn't even find out, let alone use a flowing water of time to "cut to the past" and "cut to the future".

In the end, Jiang Xiang gave up the idea of cultivating empathy and continued to practice his killing sword in a down-to-earth manner.

Thoughts were broken by a hint of warmth.

The blood on the left cheek kept sliding down, and the inch-sized opening, small and shallow, was the same as the sword he gave to Li Zijin's face.

The sword idiot suddenly felt that the trip was worthwhile, and laughed to himself.

"Haha, hahaha······"

He smiled like a child.

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Li Zijin was in the room, and after finding that he had broken through to the soul building realm, he suddenly remembered something.

The young man pushed the door out, ignoring the black-clothed girl who peeked at him while practicing his sword, and ran straight to the room of Jiang Xiang, a disciple of the outer sect of the peasant family.

There was a "creak", and after a sharp and piercing sound of pushing the door, the boy saw that the room was empty.

The girl walked over here tomorrow night and glanced inside, "He seems to have left last night, and after helping to carry you back, he packed up his things and left in a hurry, even Deputy Mountain Master Yuan didn't keep him." ”

In fact, there are still some people who want to accept Jiang Xiang as an apprentice, but they are too lazy to say so much tomorrow night, her words have always been very few, but for some reason, staying with this "color embryo", there are more words, maybe the girl herself has not noticed.

Li Zijin nodded and said: "It seems that Jiang Xiang is indeed gone, his identity is by no means as simple as a disciple of a farmer's outer sect, he came by that ferry, there should be a registration list?"

Tomorrow night gave him a blank look, "How do I know, find it yourself." ”

Li Zijin said goodbye and ran to the mountaineering road leading to the Buyeshan Square.

When I went up the mountain, I met a few Qi refiners who couldn't continue to stay in the Sleepless Mountain because of the itinerary and finished appreciating the "spring, summer, autumn and winter".

Among them, a young sword cultivator recognized Li Zijin, who was the green-shirted swordsman who had a wonderful sword question with Jiang Xiang yesterday, and he hugged his fists at the young man and said: "Your Excellency's sword is very different, which is an eye-opener. ”

Li Zijin was slightly stunned, but still returned the salute with his fist at the man, "Daoyou praised it." ”

The man smiled and shook his head, said no more, and continued to descend the mountain with a few of his friends, preparing to take the "Flying Bird Ferry" provided by Buye Mountain for everyone and leave Taoyao Prefecture.

On the Buyeshan Square, Li Zijin stood still.

For he saw a man with wide sleeves, smiling, with his hands behind his back, standing on the edge of the hilltop square, smiling at himself.

The deputy mountain master of the sleepless mountain, Yuan Tiancheng.

The young man stepped forward and respectfully saluted Yuan Tiancheng with a fist: "Li Zijin, I have seen Lord Yuan Mountain. ”

The old man smiled, "No need to be polite. ”

It is now the fifth day of the Snow Festival in the Sleepless Mountain.

The fourth day of spring has gone, the first day of summer has come, and the summer is scorching, making the young man in green shirt who has just climbed the stairs sweat.

In the surrounding woods, there are cicadas chirping and frogs chirping, and among the pavilions and pavilions on the mountain, there are summer lotuses that are beginning to bloom, competing for beauty.

It is enough to see the four-day summer of the sleepless mountain, not in vain, but in the real handwriting, which can go against the sky and change the season.

Although it was only sixteen days, it was already a thought that mortals did not dare to think of, and mortals did not dare to do it.

Seeing that the young man in front of him reached out and wiped the sweat on his forehead, Yuan Tiancheng shook his sleeves slightly, and a jade medal flew out of it.

The jade plaque is an extremely rare magic weapon in the Sleepless Mountain, with the front seal engraved with "Heart Lamp Never Night", and the reverse seal engraved with "Dao Tree Changchun".

In the entire Sleepless Mountain, there are only ten such jade medals, which are owned by two mountain owners, six old men of the Patriarch Hall, and one ancestor of the Ancestral Hall.

And now Yuan Tiancheng gave Li Zijin this is the last "Nightless Jade Medal" in Sleepless Mountain.

The rank is extremely high.

The nightless jade plaque hung on Li Zijin's waist by itself, instantly making the young man feel extremely cool and extremely mysterious.