There is a lonely temple in Xiliang, built on the slope of a rocky mountain, the hillside is only a little verdant color, and the eyes are all those broken walls, strange rocks, a gust of spring breeze blows, not much life is awakened, only a few whining winds are left, pouring out dissatisfaction.

Fortunately, it is close to the Huanglongjiang River, and there is the sound of the waves every day, and it can be regarded as a depression, and I have found a trace of Zen.

But this lonely temple stands alone among the rocks, not for the Bodhisattva, not for the gods, but for a dark and strange long knife.

There are no monks here, the owner is an old man, the old man looked up at the broken temple gate, and threw the "mermaid" caught from the river into the temple with an expressionless face.

The old man glanced back at the white belly of the fish in the sky, raised his hand and rubbed his sleepy eyes, and there were words in his mouth, if anyone was close, he would definitely feel that this old man was windy, just because he muttered:

"It's still a good day. ”

The first Zhou before Da Chu has been almost 400 years old, who dares to say that he can live past 400 years old, does the Zen master of Buddhism dare to say, Qingyun Zhenren of Qingyun Mountain will say, all living beings in the world can not live to be 100 years old.

But the old man didn't seem to think that his cowhide was blowing up, but paced slowly to the side of the offering platform, first stared at the "mermaid", and then went to the side of the offering platform and touched the long knife that was very similar to the short knife on his waist.

Remembering that he accidentally discovered that the Buddha's light in this old temple went straight to heaven and earth, he wanted to use the Buddha's intention to wash the knife intent, and he might be able to touch the threshold of that product.

It's just that he ignored how an old temple in the border had such a Buddha's intention, and later found out that there was an old monk who almost became a Buddha, and his body had become King Kong.

But so what

It was nothing more than causing him to slash twice, delaying a little time.

He took off his coat and threw it aside, and with this movement, his originally rickety body seemed to be raised a little higher.

He shook his neck, and a crackling sound erupted between his necks.

Then the old man sat beside the brocade-clothed man, his eyebrows were closed, his chest was sunken, and he was obviously seriously injured, but he had not yet died.

However, it is most appropriate to describe it as Qi Ruosi, this person is Murong Lei Li, who was beaten into the river by Changqing.

The old man looked at the man in front of him and said to himself:

"I heard that there was a miraculous skill in the Xuanyin Sect back then, and it actually fell into the hands of Murong's family, you kid is lucky, it was originally a life of feeding fish in the river. Whoever let you have what I want, if you don't know the "Nine Heavens" with your qualifications, I won't even look at it. However, you are a good choice for me now, my limit is approaching, and you have miraculous skills, although I have seen a lot of miraculous skills over the years, but your exercises will make it much easier for me in a hundred years. ”

When the old man said these words, a strong wind rose in the temple.

There was no Buddha in the lonely temple, but at this time, there was one, two, three, and four Vajra Dharma Figures suddenly appeared in the direction around the temple, and King Kong was angry and shocked the evil demons.

The old man didn't care about it, as if it were just a few annoying flies, and said lightly:

"I am not a person here, the god of this world, how can I endure me!"

The short knife on his waist turned into a black rainbow, shot out, and drew black lines in the temple, the knife intent was pressing, the whole old temple trembled, and countless mottled yellow paint on the wall fell off with the wall, and the lonely temple was crumbling.

The sword passed through the four Dharma Phases, and all the Dharma Phases were shattered and returned to nothingness.

The old man muttered to himself again:

"I am the sword king Ah Jiu, also the tyrant of the first Zhou, and also the chopping wood lang in the deep mountains, and the enemy of ten thousand people on the battlefield, who am I, life and life, and forget my heart in the red dust, that's it, that's it. ”

I saw that the muscles at the wound on Murong Leili's chest kept squirming, and they recovered at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, but they were still angry, and it was obvious that the internal injuries had not healed.

The wind stopped in the temple, the knife was returned to the sheath, and the old man laughed at himself and said:

"It's obvious that you can be invincible in the world, but why can't you touch the threshold of the first product of the heavenly character you are talking about, but what if the person I want to kill, even if it is a product. It's you coward, hiding in the mountains and pretending to be a fairy, but you seem to have found a way, and it seems that you still have to learn from you when the time comes. ”

After saying this, the old man closed his eyes and sat in the temple, and after a while, a colorful insect flew out of his right ear, the color of the insect kept changing, and a very humanized head was born, a pair of compound eyes were big, it was slow, and it flew to Murong Leili's face carefully, looked around with a probe, and then carefully crawled to Murong Leili's ear and disappeared.

On this day, Ah Jiu, the king of the sword, died in the lonely temple, and there was one more descendant of the king of the sword on the rivers and lakes.

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In the eyes of these native Feng people, this rainforest is their heaven and earth, this world does not have the magnificent pavilions of the Central Plains, there is no soft and glutinous style of the south of the Yangtze River with light rain on the horizon, only the towering tropical giant trees towering to the sky, and those thunderous and thunderous thunder and lightning.

Feng Axian looked up at the hairy monkey holding a huge green fruit on a dragon fruit tree, and smiled very happily, until her sister on the side touched her thin waist with her elbow, Feng Axian turned her head and smiled at her sister, and said with a smile:

"Sister, look at that hairy monkey, it doesn't look like you"

The woman she called Sister raised her hand and gave her a brain meltdown, and then smiled:

"I think that hairy monkey is very handsome, let's make a public appearance for our little Axian"

Feng Axian's sister is called Feng Qingyuan, wearing a very tribal style linen short clothes, carrying a long knife with animal bones as the handle around her waist, carrying a long bow behind her back, and a dozen finch feather arrows in the bow bag.

Feng Axian is dressed similarly to her sister, but her complexion is obviously much fairer than that of her sister Feng Qingyuan, and her facial features are small and exquisite.

The phoenix green mandarin duck is like the general rainforest people, the body tends to be short, the facial features are slightly rough, and the skin is dark, which is why the Central Plains people like to call them rainforest monkeys, first, they are indeed good at climbing in the mountains and forests, and secondly, it is also related to their skin color.

In this way, the phoenix fairy who stands out from the crowd is particularly beautiful and moving, and the 14-year-old phoenix is called the forest fairy by the men of the four tribes, which means the fairy in the forest.

Especially in the past two years, there have been not a hundred or fifty tribal warriors who have come to the Feng clan to marry Ah Xian, and this is still only a result of the foreign clan, not their own clan.

However, these people were all blocked by Feng Leilei, the patriarch of the Feng clan, that is, Feng Axian's father.

Because the Feng Clan is the largest clan among the four tribes of the rainforest, and only the strength of the Fire Clan has approached the Feng Clan recently, but the Feng Thunder Patriarch also spoke, my precious daughter is a forest immortal, if you want to marry her, you must at least kill the evil python entrenched in the Falling Dragon Swamp to be qualified.

Many warriors gasped for this, that evil python would harm the four major tribes every time it came out of the water, among which the relatively weak Qing and Rain tribes were the most affected.

Although the evil python is a python, it looks like a dragon, the whole body is dark green, the strength is endless, I don't know how many tribesmen have been devoured, a few years ago, the patriarch of the young clan even gave up resistance, every time the evil python came out of the water, he took the initiative to offer a pair of young men and women.

The patriarchs of the Feng Clan and the Fire Clan were furious with the Qing Clan for this, believing that his move was a cowardly act.

However, what the patriarch of the Qing tribe said is also the way, do not sacrifice? How many warriors are there in my Qing tribe, and I don't know how many people will die every year to resist the evil python, if my people do not go out and only sacrifice a pair of young men and women, then the evil python will really let my tribe go, why not, a pair of young children, it is better than my warriors.

The Feng Lei Lei Patriarch who said this angrily blew his beard and glared, but there was really no way, this evil python was entrenched in the rainforest and the Falling Dragon Swamp, not to mention that it had been five hundred years old, and recently some people even said that the evil python was not far from turning into a dragon, and everyone who said it was panicking.

Of course, Feng Axian didn't have much fear of the evil python, after all, the Feng clan was the strongest among the four tribes, and the most sophisticated iron weapons in her hands, she only saw a vicious python attack on the tribe when she was a child, when Feng Lei Lei Lei was in the prime of life, with the tribal warriors, a volley of arrows and arrows, and the frightened evil python retreated again and again, but what Feng Axian didn't know was that the evil python was just because he was full and unwilling to fight with the Feng clan, because the Feng clan set up more than a dozen secret posts outside the clan, and most of the good hands died in the hands of the evil python.

As a father, the patriarch of the Feng clan naturally would not tell his young daughter about these bloody realities.

At this time, Feng Qingyuan raised his hand and made a gesture, signaling Feng Axian not to make a sound, bending his bow and arrows, his breath was as calm as water, and a set of movements were smooth.

The target was a gray-black porcupine more than twenty feet ahead, the porcupine was very large, with spikes on its back, fangs in its mouth, humming its nose, and arching something on the ground.

A feathered arrow shot out, piercing the porcupine's neck with precision, and its massive body was dragged forward by the tremendous force for a short distance.

The corners of Feng Qingyuan's mouth turned up slightly, and Feng Axian covered her eyes with her hands.

Feng Qingyuan joked:

"Why, didn't you say you were going to see my sister hunting? ”

Feng Axian put down her little hand and said with a smile:

"My sister doesn't want to weave sackcloth and cook fragrant rice like ordinary women, it seems to be right, the moment my sister just pulled the bow, it was so beautiful. ”

Feng Qingyuan gently landed on Feng Axian's head with one hand, rubbing her head, she felt that her sister's braided left and right sides naturally fell, and the hairstyle that only tied a knot at the position of the shoulder was really beautiful, really like a fairy.

Among the Bodhisattvas believed in by the people of the rainforest tribe, there is a heavenly maiden, and the hairstyle is on the head of Feng Axian, but this kind of hairstyle is very common in the tribe, but I have not seen anyone who has such aura as his own sister.

When they were only about ten feet away from the porcupine, suddenly several arrows flew out, piercing the mud in front of the porcupine accurately, and the fiery red arrow feathers trembled after the arrows entered the ground, which showed the great strength.

Feng Qingyuan frowned, of course she knew that this fiery red arrow feather represented the fire tribe.

In recent years, with the succession of the new patriarch of the Fire Clan, Huoshenwang, there are many less twilight brought by the old patriarch, the Fire Clan is already warlike and brave by nature, and the new patriarch is actively cultivating more capable warriors on this basis, and secretly buys refined iron from the people in the big city of the Central Plains with cherished gems and animal skins, it is said that today's Fire Clan, there are more and more warriors wearing iron armor with steel swords, and the rest of the clans do not have the financial resources to support this scale of change, and most of them still use primitive rattan armor and bronze tools.

The few Fire Clan warriors who appeared in front of him were obviously elite warriors wearing iron armor and carrying steel swords, and the leader was a burly man, with bright eyes, wearing a delicate iron armor shining with silver light, although it was not a heavy armor with amazing defensive power, but in a climate like the rainforest, a thin single-layer iron armor was obviously more suitable.

Even so, such iron armor can still resist most sword slashes, and even ordinary feathered arrows are not easy to pierce.

Feng Qingyuan recognized this person as Huo Lie, the son of the patriarch of the Fire Clan who came to the Feng Clan not long ago. She couldn't help frowning, this Huo Lie is indeed a great warrior in the rainforest, but I heard that this person is extremely lustful and tyrannical, many young and beautiful women in the Fire Clan are privately imprisoned by him, and there was even a merchant in the Central Plains who sold several Central Plains women to the patriarch of the Fire Clan and this Huo Lie, it is rumored in the four clans that Huo Lie likes to go into battle with father and son soldiers, and rejoices with these women, so Feng Qingyuan hated this man who was still a good match for his status and A Xiandu。

Huo Lie glanced at Feng Axian behind Feng Qingyuan, and the joy and excitement in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

The sound of the poop urn said angrily: "But Sister Xian'er"

Maybe he felt that his tone was gentle at the moment, and he was wearing a new armor and the kind of Yushu in the wind, and there was a terrifying illusion that all women would fall in love with him.

The ghost sent the god to the two phoenix girls.

However, he is indeed a beloved character in the Fire Clan, except for a few women whose status is not inferior to himself, most of the Fire Clan women are willing to recommend themselves to themselves, firstly because of his identity, and secondly, it is inseparable from the worship of warriors in the rainforest tribe.

Who knew that Feng Qingyuan took a bow and arrows, and Feng Axian also pulled out a delicate short knife from his waist.

For a moment, Huo Lie was embarrassed and annoyed, and the elite warrior behind him suddenly unsheathed.

At this time, an abrupt voice suddenly appeared, and said with a thick Central Plains accent:

"Excuse me, we're lost, may I ask how the Feng tribe is going. ”