Li Shuishan said calmly: "I want to enter the mountain!"

The tip of the sword trembled, as if he disagreed with this sentence and it, the biggest obstacle to the road to the mountain is the mountain soul, and it is necessary to ask for its consent. After all, once the spirituality in the mountain is lost, it must be evenly given to those who enter the mountain, and incarnate as its slave, living with him and dying with him, which is a very prudent choice.

If the sword spirit is there, you can talk to it, but turning into a sword, everything can only be understood and not spoken, and after being silent for a long time, Li Shuishan can't understand the meaning of this moving sword tip, if he is tempted, it will definitely attract dissatisfaction, and it has been stalemate, which is not a way.

He slowed down for a moment and opened his mouth to shout, "Blowing Narcissus." ”

The figure that flew out of his left arm, dressed again, became a young man in purple clothes and black shoes, he held a short sword, stuck it at his waist, bent down and saluted: "What does the master command?"

Li Shuishan raised his eyebrows and glanced at it a few times, looking at it like this, it was still a bit human, if he didn't understand, he wouldn't have noticed that the body of the young man in front of him was a spirit, and asked, "How much do you know about entering the mountain?"

Narcissus scratched his head and said: "I don't know what the master is asking, I only know how to search for the mountain, but those who are uncertain should not look for it easily, otherwise they will be devoured by the mountain soul and become an unconscious body, and reflexively become a slave." If you have a strong mind, you can give it a try, and as for the result, it is to communicate with this mountain, as little as a few days, more than a few years, or decades. Once successful, the road is further. ”

"Then can I take this mountain away?" Li Shuishan asked it lightly, with some eyebrows in his heart.

"No, only in the middle or late stage, depending on the degree of connection between yourself and the mountain. ”

Li Shuishan smiled evilly, grabbed it, blew the aura around the narcissus upside down, sucked it away, Li Shuishan pulled its collar and said fiercely: "How do you know so much?"

Blowing water first weakened his legs and feet, and said tremblingly: "Master, this is all what I heard from other monks, I was previously captured by a man in black who was strong in cultivation, he was turbid, and he had a unique cleanliness habit, I often beat me because it was not good to pour wine." Even ......", he said, his face flushed, "and he even blamed me for not being a woman, and made me wear a pink robe... Walk around in front of him. ”

"Master, you must believe me. Li Shuishan smiled secretly in his heart, but his face changed extremely cold, and he said word by word: "I believe you for the time being, but today, I have to enter the mountain, what method can you convince this sword?"

Blowing Narcissus looked up, only to see that the upper end of the sword tip was not satisfied with the frost, the lower creases were like snakes, and the snowflakes fell on his black hair, exhaling hot air lightly, revealing an embarrassed smile, and quietly said to Li Shuishan: "Master, there is a method to try, you see." ”

Li Shuishan sighed, his eyes stayed on him, only to see him walk over slowly, with one hand on his waist, tilting his head, and said angrily: "Cheap skin, don't hurry into my master's bag." What is the truth of biting the soul of the mountain? Today, I want you to immediately... Right away... Come and knock your head a few times, right away! right away!"

The entire Hangu Mountain was extremely silent, as if he could hear the sound of snowflakes falling on the ground, Li Shuishan couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, his eyes froze, and the frost on the tip of the sword turned into water droplets, falling on the stone at the top of the mountain, it twisted the blade of the sword towards the bottom of the mountain, and began to tremble, like

I was so angry at this sentence that I couldn't bear it.

Who knows, Blowing Narcissus continued reluctantly: "You ruffian, you can't come over and lick my toes for uncle, ten, one can't be less, damn it, you have a rotten sword that is half broken, do you hear it?"

After saying this, it walked to the tip of the sword with its hands on its back, and said through gritted teeth, "Hurry up!

The tip of the sword didn't break out under Li Shuishan's gaze, it seemed to be still brewing, Li Shuishan's palm smoothed the falling snow around him, as if he was preparing to drag it back, a cup of tea passed, the tip of the sword remained silent, only to see a drop of water falling, wet with cold snow, the first thing that came to mind was crying, crying like a human.

It was actually cried by this blowing narcissus.

Although there was a sense of arrogance and arrogance in these vicious words, which made its heart a little loosen if it was not convinced, Li Shuishan secretly thought in his heart that this sword recalled the previous things, as well as the deep memories of the dead people about it, and now, this daffodils who are like blowing narcissus without merit are still a little vicious.

Li Shuishan thought that the tip of the sword would split it.

I saw that it turned around and went straight to Li Shuishan, but this time, there was no killing intent, and the six cultivators on Li Shuishan's body did not notice it, it turned into a sword light and merged into Li Shuishan's eyebrows.

In my mind, a broken figure stood up, with severed hands and feet, missing half of her face, but she could still see her beautiful face, and the robe she was wearing was no longer colorless, and faded into a piece of gray.

And she pointed her feet, clasped the ground with five fingers, spit out a feather from her half-missing mouth, and gently floated in front of Li Shuishan, imprinted on the center of her eyebrows, and suddenly, the cold and snow around her began to reverse, and frantically flocked to the ** teenager.

The daffodil on the top of the mountain was panting, although he looked extremely fierce on the outside, but his heart was flustered, the tip of the sword that flew just now happened to cut off a few hairs from the side of his hair, if he got closer, its nickname would be gone.

To be honest, I'm glad that if it hadn't done it, it wouldn't have known who the anger in its heart had been going on for years, hmph, this would have happened.

At this time, Li Shuishan opened his eyes suddenly, a sword mark appeared on his forehead, he stretched out his palm, gently attracted left and right, the snow in the sky fell beside him, and the blowing narcissus kept swallowing saliva.

It had a very strange feeling, that is, the young man in front of him had a kind of oppression, which made it very uncomfortable from the heart, as if a pot of water was full and was about to overflow, but it still did not flow out, and he was the one who watched silently.

"Repression, yes, it's repression, he's going to break through. It scrambled to find a stone that could block its body, revealing only a pair of eyes looking at the boy.

Li Shuishan's eyes were swollen with blue silk, red and purple, as if waiting for an opportunity, if he was seen by other monks, he would definitely be surprised, because there was an evil aura on his body, and he was very evil.

He blinked his eyes and asked, "Where is the wind?"

The wind of Hangu Mountain rose and blew away his hair, the silk hair fell on his lips, the cold snow stopped abruptly and stopped in the air, he raised his finger and pressed it lightly in the air, there seemed to be a rotating button, he turned to the left, and the wind on the top of the mountain twisted at this moment

The snow on the rocks at the top of the mountain is also rising.

"I want snow. He blinked his eyes, and the snow fell, it was goose feathers, and then he closed his eyes and exhaled softly: "Mountain Soul." ”

The tip of the sword rose from the center of his brow, and after a circle around him, it pressed against his brow again.

"I once remembered that this mountain was a lively mountain, there were three thousand Dao children on the mountain, and the Corpse Heaven Sect came here to visit and attain the Dao, and every three years they transferred a hundred to the mountain, and they were assigned to one place after another, which was used to suppress the evil qi and prevent the wilderness from dissipating the Dao fire. ”

"Fire is tempered by human blood, and the youngest and strongest monks of each sect are selected to take out a drop of essence blood, and the fire will be burned every day, and the earth and water will be cold, and then transported to a point every other year. ”

"There are barbarians in the wilderness, barbarians in the earth, barbarians in water, barbarians in fire, barbarians in man, barbarians in a fierce spirit, and a great calamity for the human race. At that time, there were 30,000 Earth Alliance monks who came from afar to block the impact, plus the cultivation of leaving the ground, a total of 50,000. But there were many barbarian monks, and in the first wave, half of the Terrans were killed or wounded. There were two mortal realm monks who rushed across the border, holding Dao swords and cutting down the ravine, only to be weak and tied. ”

"In the second wave, there were more than 20,000 monks left in the human race to build a spiritual wall and smelt their weapons, but the heavenly barbarians would count the heavens, use spiritual methods, connect the sun and the moon, and affect the weather cause and effect, just like people cultivating spells, and the blood of the curse is broken, so the progress is slow. And the earth barbarian has an immortal stone, and the body can be as big as it is small, with a punch of tens of millions of catties, shattering the leylines of the earth, and not daring to fight in close combat. And people are brutal and cunning, often turning into human form, swallowing bones and tearing flesh, drinking blood to quench thirst, which is really cruel and should not be tried. As a descendant of the human race and the barbarians, he has a vicious heart and wants to annex the human race and win the inheritance. ”

"Before the third wave, the spiritual wall was formed, and the two mortal realm monks were besieged by ten barbarians, one was a Dao fallen, and one was seriously injured and returned to the alliance, leaving the monks of our clan looking at the blood-red sky, singing the ballad of going home, and a side poem brought by the mortal dust to the monk world, called "Huang Biluo". The wind and sand are blowing and the half moon is blowing, the east wind takes away the lonely soul, and a generation of spirits is chasing together, when can we stay at home and the country?"

"There are monks humming songs. Good man, good man, wearing a sharp armor sword to cut the wind, chasing snow and racing horses to win red, people die and the dung falls into the soil, the rain trembles and the old decay practice is pure green, killing up and down, a knife horizontal, shining and shining in the lake, while letting go, killing people like cutting vines. I don't see the sound of suffering in the world, but listen to the lights of the mountains and the sea, and feel the love of the world. ”

"There is no life in the first battle, and the burial is a spiritual wall. Cultivate the bones of the Tao and talk about growth and survival. ”

"The five mortal realm monks of the Heavenly Alliance rushed over and sealed the great array, the famous Immortal Sea Mountain, as legendary as the legendary Mountain and Sea Realm. And I sat on the top of the mountain, holding a scroll in my hand, and I was a scholar. Useful is a scholar, and useless is also a scholar. When it is useful, he writes down the splendor and depicts the sufferings of the monks, so as to give a little comfort to the wanderers of the sect in later generations, and a little remorse to the rebels, so that they can understand earlier why they died and what they mean by dying?"

"But time has always made me feel like a waste, unable to take on the responsibilities of the Terrans. The sword spirit that has accompanied me for half my life, Aoyama. He was a beautiful man, because I was lonely all my life, and I became a woman's company. I am ashamed of him, and I didn't let him see my arrogant and dominating day. The falling wind blew away the sorrow in my heart, and diluted all my mortal thoughts. ”

"One day, I couldn't help but step into the mortal world, and I saw my own shadow, and I saw my destiny, which also ended soon after. ”