On the first line of cliffs, thunderstorms are repeated, and electric dragons roll and roar in the clouds.

Tianchu Mountain is not the only place that resembles a first-line cliff, but it is the closest to the Liang Family Sword Mansion, and it has become a place for those young disciples to watch the sunrise and enjoy the wind and moon. At this time, the heavy rain seemed to be connected into a line, and the entire Tianchu Mountain was shrouded in a curtain of water.

A white-haired old man in shabby shoulders, as if strolling leisurely, patted the young cedar tree that was more than one person tall, and pinched the nameless wildflowers that were smashed by the rain, but strangely, the rain did not approach him.

On the bluestone steps, he walked slowly, several young Jianfu disciples passed by him, but as if he hadn't seen him, the first man in white, carrying a long sword at his waist, a woman in pink with a dull face, was dragged down the mountain by the man in white, the old man grinned, arrived at the cliff, turned around and looked back, the mountain rain was pouring down, the group of young disciples had become a few vague dots far away, the old man raised his hand and swept the three-inch goatee, and pulled the crotch of his loose pants.

A few immortal bones are gone.

The old man ignored it, walked to the edge of the cliff, looked at the clouds and mist in the thunderstorm mountain, and suddenly felt that his heart was full of pride, and he said loudly:

"Chunjiang plumbing duck prophet, old duck bamboo shoots stewed in a pot, fragrant and fragrant. ”

"That half-corpse child, the poems that the old man reads are not much worse than those Wende poems."

Li Changchun's body was getting deeper and deeper, and under the heavy rain, the blood gradually faded, and his eyes were always looking at the sky, and the blood caused by the original medicinal power had faded, leaving only a godless hollow.

The old man walked slowly to Li Changchun's side, looking at his face that was getting whiter and whiter under the rain, and was amazed.

"The heart runs through, there is no possibility of survival, but a breath of turbidity can't be left, I won't die, tsk, it's really providence, it's providence, so let's do it, half-corpse child, your body is here, I don't know why you keep half a breath for a while, old man, I am not a god in the sky, I don't have the ability to come back to life, but I am only a line worse than the gods, in this way, if you are willing, I have a way to turn half of your breath into a breath, to ensure that you do not die for the time being, are you willing?"

"I'll ask you again, would you?"

"Hey, if you don't speak, I'll take you as you agree"

......

On the first line of cliffs, a white-haired old man trembled and untied Li Changchun's long shirt that was wet and stuck to his body by blood and rain, and reached out to touch his belt, but he didn't know what he thought, he stopped his hand stupidly, took out a silver needle from his loose crotch, and stabbed it at the latter.

Laughing while piercing.

For a while, the sky was thundering......

......

Liangtian County is in the north of Cangzhou, thousands of acres of fertile land in the county, so it is named, at this time the early summer has not arrived, look up, the rice fields are yinyin, the breeze blows, the blue waves ripple.

A donkey pulls a wooden cart, on which is a dilapidated coffin, and a white-haired old man wearing a shabby shoulder and loose crotch leads the donkey, walking on the wide road between the rice fields on both sides, and muttering in his mouth:

"The gas is exhausted, pulling out the mountains, seizing the sky, one hand hey, your kid's life is not good, the gas is exhausted, but you met me again, which life is this blessing. But you still only have one breath now, but if you don't hang in one breath, I won't save you, a messy meridian with a thread, and the heart is pierced by a sword, you kid is young, offended a great character, but just right, the old man has traveled all over the country, looking for countless strange exercises, before you change to such a state, I will help you dig a pit at most, now...... You must have taken some kind of domineering elixir, otherwise you would have swallowed your breath early."

"Whether it can be done or not depends on yourself. ”

The old man muttered in pieces, and in the rice field, a crop man looked up at the old man who was chattering, and took a sip.

A white-haired old man, a donkey black coffin, came to a ruined temple ten miles away in Liangtian County, the temple is not big, dilapidated, even the enshrined Buddha statue is gone, although the lord of Nanzhao admires Buddhism and Taoism, but there are always some small temples without much incense, and gradually there is no Taoist monk to take care of, and the small temple is naturally declining more and more.

The white-haired old man carried a black coffin that was extremely inconsistent with his body size from the wooden cart with one hand, and threw it into the ruined temple, causing a layer of dust ripples.

Lifting the black coffin, looking at the hollow-eyed young man, the white-haired old man smiled, untied the young man's shirt, and crossed the stream with one hand like a goldfish, cruising back and forth, with circles of ripples on his pale skin.

The old man didn't have any thoughts about this half-dead young man, but tried to break into his own qi and then pull out a trajectory, hoping that this closed heart and the young man who was about to die in the flesh could grasp this trajectory in the dark, pull this silk qi machine, and cruise according to the vein route drawn by the old man, so that there would be a trace of vitality.

The old man felt the glimmer of qi he had entered slowly passing, but he was not discouraged.

The old man's coffin board left the broken temple, except for the headless Buddha statue crawling with cobwebs in the temple, no one knew about the travelers who came and went in a hurry.

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Liang Jiajian Mansion.

On the Yanwu Ping, a total of more than 200 disciples stood in the field, with the Xuanzi Realm disciples in front, a total of more than 50 people, and the Huangzi Realm disciples behind, a total of more than 150 people.

The contemporary sword master Liang Tianzhi sat at the door of the main hall, beside him was the law enforcement elder Lei Ruoji, the teaching elder Liang Tiancheng, and the sword master's younger sister Liang Zhilan, who had just returned from a recent trip.

Liang Tianzhi was a little helpless, when he personally fought with the demon Xiao Xiong on the shore of the mirror lake, although he successfully killed Xiao Xiong, but also fell to the root of the disease, after the death of his father, Liang Tianzhi lived up to expectations, cultivated for a thousand miles a day, and was indeed the most temperable person in the uneven world, and finally became the new sword master of the Liang family's sword mansion. His father passed away, and his brother succeeded him as the sword master, Liang Zhilan's temperament became more and more perverse, especially a few years ago, the only widowed mother of the brother and sister died of illness, and Liang Tianzhi couldn't control this young sister anymore.

Liang Zhilan said with a smile:

"Brothers, who can guess who can win this year's battle of the two flags?"

Over there, Lei Ruoji smiled proudly:

"This year, Liang Hai has entered the Xuanzi First Grade, even if he has many disciples in the Yellow Character Realm, it is not so easy."

Liang Tiancheng, who has always been gentle and quiet, said gently:

"There is also a chance, the strength of the disciples of the Yellow Character Realm is indeed insufficient, but if it is coordinated in an orderly manner, it is still possible to take the Kuiqi from the hands of the senior brothers and sisters."

The three of them looked at the sword master Liang Tianzhi, and saw that the sword master's interest was not very high, and they were all a little stunned.

The Liang Family Sword Mansion, in order to ensure that the disciples have enough actual combat ability, holds the "Battle of the Two Flags" every two years It is a disciple of the Yellow Character Realm who bears the Yellow Character Flag, and the rest of the Yellow Character Realm disciples try their best to protect this Yellow Character Realm disciple, and the flag they carry is not taken away by the other party, and the same is true of the Xuanzi Realm, but the battle of the two flags has always been a victory and a loss in the Xuanzi Realm, after all, although there are many disciples in the Yellow Character Realm, the realm is too low, and it is difficult to cooperate, but it is not a shame for the junior disciples of the Yellow Character Realm to lose to those brothers and sisters of the Xuanzi Realm, because for the young disciples, the battle of the two flags every two years is a good opportunity to have fun.

Du Qingsong really seems to have changed recently, practicing swords will always be at the forefront, and the previous laughter and scolding are gone, after all, the person who followed him like a shadow is gone, and most of the disciples are vague about what happened that day, but how could Li Changchun, who has always been honest, steal the elixir, and how could he go crazy and fall off the cliff, some people said that Li Changchun wanted to eat swan meat and wanted to go crazy, and in order to improve the realm, he secretly took the pill, and it ended up being the end of going mad and falling off the cliff.

For example, Daniel Zhang and others were broken to the point of unconcealment, saying that Li Changchun often called Liang Yuyan's name Yunyun in the middle of the night.

In the end, Du Qingsong broke one hand and let the four of them break one by one.

Since then, where Du Qingsong appeared, no one dared to say anything, but the discussion behind him was indispensable.

At this time, Du Qingsong was carrying the yellow character flag, and was protected by a group of yellow character realm disciples in the middle, and looked coldly at Liang Hai, the senior brother who was also carrying the flag among the disciples of the Xuanzi Realm, the senior brother smiled kindly, and Du Qingsong's eyes were cold.

Liang Yuyan stood not far from Senior Brother Liang Hai, and Senior Brother ordered the other Xuanzi Realm disciples to disperse, without surrounding him, dressed in white, holding a sword and standing proudly.

Liang Yuyan looked at the elder brother with a long sword in white, his eyes becoming more and more complicated.

Not far from Liang Yuyan, there was a disciple of the Xuanzi Realm, who was born with a fat head and big ears, and a long robe of a disciple of the Liang Family's Sword Mansion could barely support his almost unbridled belly.

The monthly money of the disciples of the Xuanzi Realm is very different from that of the Yellow Character Realm, so most of these Xuanzi Realm disciples wear their own clothes, using expensive swords, what you need to know is that the prices in Cangzhou are not cheap, if you don't use the swords and clothes provided by the sect, the monthly loss is also a lot of money, not all disciples are like the senior brother Liang Hai who has the ability to hold a famous sword and wear white clothes, which itself is also a demonstration of strength and financial resources, for most martial artists, it is not an easy thing to mix the rivers and lakes, and they think that it is a terrible thing to go to the end of the world with a sword, but before you leave the school, you take a try, and there are many people who are beaten and disabled casually, If you go in to apprentice step by step, you can, pay a sum of apprenticeship fees first, most sects are not as generous as the Liang Family Sword Mansion, ordinary disciples not only do not have monthly money, but even have to pay money and silver to the master every month.

And this disciple is the one who is poor and fantasizes about the green shirt fighting the sword to go to the end of the world, his name is Situ Zhufeng, although it is a compound surname, but he has no half-penny relationship with the Situ family of the Cangzhou Shi clan, his father is a butcher, if nothing else, he Situ Zhufeng will also inherit the pig killing knife nicknamed by his father who learned the master of the rivers and lakes "Splitting Pigs", and started to slaughter pigs and sheep, but Situ Zhufeng has a chivalrous and righteous determination, and the determination to break through the rivers and lakes, but the determination is the determination, the reality is the reality, how can a butcher have the money to send him to learn art.

But everything has a fixed number, for example, if you were going to eat steamed buns today, your wife forced you to make a bowl of wonton noodles, which is a fixed number.

Therefore, when Liang Tiancheng of the Liang Family's Sword Mansion passed by their town, he just glanced at Situ Zhufeng in the crowd, and happened to feel that this kid's bones seemed to be good.

After receiving a large package of smoked meat from the child's butcher's father, he took the child back to the Sword Mansion and recognized the apprentice.

However, Situ Zhufeng did not disappoint, he had entered the Xuanzi realm at a young age, and finally did not embarrass the master, but it was not ashamed at all, and it was not, Situ Zhufeng was fat, with a sword on his waist, a good long sword, and there was a feeling of aiding and abusive, plus a pockmarked face and ears, he was more like a man in the evil sect.

However, Situ Chafeng's original intention of going to the end of the world with a sword has not changed, but he is a little more careful, how good it would be if I could get my junior sister Situ Chafeng looked at Liang Yuyan's back and thought about it, and involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

So much so that he didn't even notice that the three Yellow Character Realm disciples swung their swords at him, allowing the three training to slash at him with unopened blunt swords.

The two swords on his stomach churned continuously, and only the sword that came to his face was held by him with one hand.

"Grandma's, don't you understand if you don't hit people in the face. “

Situ didn't draw his sword in the wind, picked up a junior disciple in one hand, and threw it directly into the distance, leaving the other to be held in his arms with both hands, and the young disciple rolled his eyes.

Situ Zhufeng continued to raise his head and look at the waist of the little junior sister, and kept swallowing saliva.