Zhongnan Mountain is like a guardian standing in the Qinling Mountains.

There is a poem that says: Taiyi is close to the sky, even from the mountains to the sea. The white clouds look back, and the blue mist enters to see nothing. The peaks in the field change, and the clouds and sunshines are different. If you want to stay with someone, ask the woodcutter across the water.

If it is said that there is still a woodcutter at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, and you can still ask for directions to stay, then the emperor on Zhongnan Mountain is no one can climb, and there is no trace of people and beasts.

It's just that no one expected that on the mountainside of Zhongnan, there is a hidden trail that winds around the mountain, passes through the lush deep mountains and old trees, spirals up, and goes deep into the clouds.

It seems to pass through the clouds and through the heavens and the earth.

At this time, no one has set foot on the mossy grass path all year round, but there is one person walking slowly.

Coarse cloth green clothes, tall figure, neatly combed Taoist knots, hands behind his back, from time to time to look left and right, not like walking in the lonely mountains, not like pedestrians in a hurry, but like a literati who enjoy the scenery along the way.

I saw that the man's body was like the wind, his steps were light, and he flew up and away with a light touch on his toes.

So relaxed and comfortable, so fast, even if the emperor stepped on the peak, the steep path in the mountain, I am afraid there will be a time to reach the end.

Sure enough, when the sun was about to set, the man finally came to the end of the mountain road, and he looked up and couldn't help but smile.

Directly ahead, among the lush ancient trees, you can vaguely see some ancient buildings, although there are no traces of people, but after all, they are still in the world.

Retracting his gaze from a distance, he stared at the wooden gate of the courtyard in front of him.

I saw a stone plaque on each side, on the left: home in this mountain, and on the right: Yunshen does not know where.

On the quiet wooden door that is four or five zhang high, there is a large plaque.

"Cihang Jingzhai!"

He read softly.

The sound was very small, even on the top of this quiet deep mountain, there was no range of five feet around, but he didn't want to, as soon as his voice came out, it seemed to wake up the owner here.

I only heard a coquettish reprimand from the wooden door: "Who trespasses on Jingzhai, look at the sword!"

As soon as the pleasant voice fell, a white shadow flashed, and a figure flew out from behind the courtyard gate.

The person who flew out was as light as a swallow and petite in stature.

But before he could see his face clearly, he was dazzled by a sword light.

I saw a sharp sword like a living thing, stabbing him in the throat with extreme agility.

In the blink of an eye, the sword was about to reach his throat, but the man still maintained the expression and posture just now, and his mouth was still closed when he slightly chanted "Cihang Jingzhai", as if he was stunned by this scene and had no time to react.

Before the sword arrives, the sword wind arrives first.

Seeing that he was about to enter his throat with a sword, when the blood stained the ancient temple, the person who flew over unexpectedly let out a "huh", and then the blade of the sword was slightly off, stabbing towards his right shoulder.

Although the sword blade paused slightly, and it was slightly off, but at this moment, it still seemed that the man's kung fu was still not enough to react, and he was still stunned, watching the sword blade about to pierce the shoulder.

The person who drew the sword no longer seemed to have the ability to retract the sword, so he could only exclaim, "It's a mortal!", and still stabbed the sword into the right shoulder.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the tip of the sword touched the coarse cloth Tsing Yi, he felt a slip, and the sharp sword actually passed by, and the man was not only unharmed, but even the coarse sermon clothes were not damaged.

"Okay, sure enough, the person who came is not good, look at the sword. ”

The blade of the sword missed, passing by him, and the person who came knew that the person in front of him was not very human, so he suddenly retracted the sword, and the blade of the sword turned around and slashed towards his right neck.

The man was still standing, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and when the blade of the sword was about to touch his neck, as if by magic, the whole person instantly fell to the left.

The sword "swished" and made a light sound, brushing the top of his head, and at this time, his body was about to hit the ground, so he stretched out his left hand behind him, and gently touched the ground with his index finger, and the whole person instantly stood upright again, raising his eyes to look at the person in front of him.

Twenty-eight years old, beautiful as a flower, dressed in snow-white plain clothes, like a lotus flower in the pool.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh....... ”

When the beautiful woman saw him looking, a blush couldn't help but appear on her white face, Danfeng's eyes were annoyed, her right wrist twisted, and the sword blade instantly pulled out several sword flowers and stabbed at him.

In the face of the flickering sword light, he smiled silently, his feet did not move, and he let the sword light go at will.

The woman was shy and angry, and she didn't speak, but only attacked in a hurry.

"Boom, boom, boom....... ”

For a while, in front of the wooden gate, the secluded path on the top of the mountain, which was only five or six feet wide, was full of sword light flashing, and the strange flowers and plants beside the path were suffering one after another.

Half a cup of tea passed, and the man was calm, still smiling, but his feet did not move.

The woman gasped slightly, and her full breasts began to rise and fall.

At this time, she naturally knew that the person who came was not only not an ordinary person, but might be someone who had stepped onto the pinnacle of martial arts.

Therefore, she immediately put away her sword, regardless of his relaxed gaze focused on her tender white face, stood solemnly, held her sword and bowed, "I don't know who the predecessor is?

"Looking for someone?"

"Looking for someone?" the relaxed and casual voice was like his gaze, but the woman couldn't help but ask in surprise.

"Exactly!"

"Since I went up the mountain, I have never seen anyone come here, and there must be no one to look for, seniors, please go back!"

The man smiled slightly, but did not give up, and said, "How does the girl know that there is no one I am looking for?

"In addition to me, it is Shizun, Shizun has lived in seclusion here for many years, naturally he is not the person his predecessors are looking for, please go back, otherwise don't blame me for being polite!"

"Haha, okay, how about being polite?"

"Hmph! It seems that the real enemy has arrived, and the only enemy of the master is the Prairie Demon Palace, could it be that you are a person from the Demon Palace?"

"Demon Palace, although there is a slight connection, but it is not a person from the Demon Palace!"

When the woman heard him answer that it had a slight relationship with the Demon Palace, her eyebrows suddenly rose upside down, and she scolded coquettishly: "Sure enough, it has something to do with the Demon Palace, look at the sword!"

I saw the woman inhale violently, and her right hand did not move, but the sword flashed, and the sword disappeared.

At this time, the sword move used by the woman was different from just now.

I saw the sword light flickering everywhere, and the whole trail was like being in the sword waves of the Yangtze River.

But the man still smiled indifferently and said casually: "Sword Qi Yangtze River?

"You, you actually inquired so clearly? Okay, then taste the power of Cihang's Sword Codex!"

The sword waves swelled by, but the man was like a fish swimming in the waves, although his feet did not move a bit, but his whole body kept shaking, but he just slipped through the waves.

When the sword wave passed, the surrounding ancient trees collapsed one after another, but the man was unharmed.

The woman was angry, and pinched the sword trick with her left hand, only to see that the monstrous sword wave disappeared in an instant, and the delicate body squatted slightly, and the whole person rose to the sky.

"Sword Lord Heaven and Earth? good, but it's still not enough. ”

......

"Sword Spirit Universe? ”

......

"The sword god has no self?"

"The sword heart is bright, no, it's almost hot!"

The secluded mountains have long been filled with sword light, and there are crises everywhere.

The white figure continued to flutter beside him like a fluttering butterfly, and the sword in his right hand did not know how many sword moves he had changed, but to the woman's disappointment, in the end, it seemed to be playing with a sword for him to comment.

The point is, he really got it right.

If he really reached the sword heart clear, he would have gone down the mountain at this time and killed the demon girl in the demon palace on the grassland under the sword.

"If you don't fight, don't fight, Master, if you don't come out again, Cihang Sword Dictionary will be all commented on by him!"

After the tea, her full chest rose and fell more and more, and the woman seemed to be negative, and as soon as she put away her sword, she shouted to the courtyard door.

"Alas!" In the ancient woods, deep in the depths, a soft sigh came, "Senior brother, did you come here to drive me back?"

When the man in Tsing Yi, who had an indifferent face, heard this, his eyes changed suddenly, and he said to the depths of the ancient forest: "Why did Xi Yin say this, I haven't seen him for many years, and my senior brother is very worried!"

The person who came was Yi Heng.

It had been twenty years since he sent the summons, and for twenty years, he had dealt with everything that could be done on Earth, and he had found this place.

This time, after gathering the monks of the world, all of them were brought back to Xunxing, and he himself may have to leave the earth, leave his hometown, and return to Xunxing.

From now on, it is really unknown whether they will be able to come here again.

Qiu Xiyin is here, so he naturally has to come here.

After so many years, she has not looked for herself, he naturally knows that she is still angry in her heart, and what happened to the Su Demon at the bottom of hell makes him feel guilty after all, and he does not dare to face her, and he is about to return to Xunxing at this time, but he has to find her in person.

"Master!" the young woman next to her exclaimed in disbelief, obviously shocked by the blatant "I miss it very much".

She naturally didn't expect that the master, who had been practicing penance for decades, would not be angry or angry when he heard this.

What shocked her even more was that she was still behind, only to hear the words come from the depths of the jungle again: "Qinghui, listen, if you don't reach the realm of sword heart and enlightenment, you can't go down the mountain." ”

As soon as the voice came out, a white figure suddenly flew out of the building hidden in the depths of the jungle, and in an instant, it appeared in front of her.

"Master, who are you?" the woman suddenly felt that something was wrong, staring at the flying person, and asked in a trembling voice.

"Xi Yin, you are still so beautiful!" Yi Heng also stared at Qiu Xi Yin with his eyes.

More than 600 years have passed since the time the Sundal star teleported down.

For more than 600 years, the two never saw each other again.

For more than 600 years, if it were a mortal world, he would have not known how many times he had been reincarnated in life and death, but now, just by his sentence of "I miss it very much", she immediately flew out to follow him and leave, leaving Cihang Jingzhai, who had been cultivating for many years.

Naturally, he was extremely moved.

Qiu Xiyin was still dressed in a snow-white uniform, and he had not seen any vicissitudes brought by the years of more than 600 years, and his eyes were slightly red at this time, and after hearing this, even his beautiful face like a fairy was faintly red.

In front of her, the young woman did not have half the advantage of being young, but a little less fairy beauty.

"This is my last apprentice, Fan Qinghui, Qinghui, come, I have met my uncle!"

The last apprentice showed her determination to leave.

Yi Heng was moved a little deeper, and at this time, knowing that she was about to leave with him, the only concern was probably this only apprentice.

Then what kind of gift should I give her?