As soon as people leave, the tea will be cold, which is the law of nature. Sometimes, growing up is without a call, without tears, without a trace of emotion, without a glimmer of hope, without a little desire. There is no movement, no stillness, just a feeling of sinking downward, sinking...... Sinking ...... Sink into the bottomless darkness.

Excellence is a habit, giving up is a kind of wisdom, laughing without saying a word is a kind of open-mindedness, and pain without saying a word is a kind of cultivation.

A road that will be easy to walk, a road that you like, whenever you face a choice, reason and emotion will be entangled, but no matter which one you choose, as long as you do your best to move forward, the result should not be too bad!

Do you often swallow all the sorrows and grievances alone, smile when you see people, and pretend to be doing well.

If I hadn't given you a chance at the beginning, how could you hurt me, you and I would have missed it after all.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you wait, it's not a problem how long you wait, the problem is whether you can wait, just like you won't wait for a mulberry field in the sea.

Right and wrong exist every day, and if you don't listen to it, there is nothing.

met the wrong person, or was deceived by the prodigal son, but because of the previous efforts, he felt that it was too unwilling to give up immediately, so he pulled and dragged and delayed some of the golden years. It really shouldn't be like this, the sooner you clear the wrong in life, the better, don't hurt yourself so much that you can't turn back, miss the opportunity to clear the zero, and live a negative life.

Let go and stop loss.

Some words can never be explained, some emotions can never be explained, and some feelings cannot cross the line, otherwise they will hurt others and hurt themselves. Take a handful of water in the palm of your hand, let it flow slowly between your fingers, appreciate the purity of the water as your soul, and appreciate the softness of the water as your own character.

Life is like this, and fate is like this.

I have never been wronged by others. If I am wronged by you, I have to digest it myself, and always tell myself to be generous, to be patient, and not to be stingy. Having had enough grievances, enough disappointments, and letting me hover on the verge of collapse, this feeling is very uncomfortable. There is no trust between us, there is not even the least respect between us, let's leave it at that!

You've taught me that it's not easy to like someone you like. I think I have also taught you a truth, if someone cares about you day and night, you should do it and cherish it.

You say, why do people have so many emotions? But if not, how can I talk to you so much, and experience so many sweet memories together!

Fu Huanjing has been a fortune boy for a few days, and he is very happy, but he never thought that his move would attract the attention of the gamblers in the auspicious gambling house.

The word gambler is very appropriate to describe the person Feng Ting. Naturally, he relied on gambling for food, clothing, and clothing, and his wife and children also relied on great luck to win it by gambling big.

However, time flies, time flies, the gambler Feng Tingyan and the singer Yi Yashi, and the two can never go back to the past.

"If two people can't be together for the rest of their lives, don't give each other any hope or hints, this is the greatest responsibility. Singer Yi Yashi said.

"If the two of you are separated, don't disturb each other, let each other live in peace, this is the last tenderness. Fu Huanjing, an outsider, interjected.

"A woman from the illusory world, who worked hard when she was young, was not just to be lucky enough to marry a wonderful aristocratic family in the near future. It's about making it easy for me to find a good job, to have a skill that won't starve to death no matter where I am, and to have a pretty good money income. Because, only when a woman in the illusory world has her own money, can she do what she says she wants, can she achieve the liberation of her spiritual body, and can she have the capital to choose the partner and life she wants from the bottom of her heart. The Dark Waiter said meaningfully.

"If one day, you Yi Yashi found that I will no longer take the initiative to go to you, and I will no longer bother you. It's not that I don't love you anymore, it's that I finally find that your world doesn't need me anymore. Your indifference has taught me to be silent, to escape, and to disguise. Now I don't dare to face you anymore, nine steps of love, one step of dignity. Gambler Feng Tingyan said.

"Time will precipitate the truest love. Wind and rain will test the warmest companionship. And you will be defeated by me for the rest of your life, do you ever know?" asked the singer Iyashi.

"The difference between liking and liking, I can't tell the difference too clearly. Because I like you, you can't be like this, you can't be like that. This liking of yours is the emotional output of a normal woman in the fantasy world, and I admit that you are not wrong. But because I like you, you can do this, you can do that. Her Jiang Fuyao's liking is very rare in this huge fantasy world, and I plan to cherish it. Gambler Feng Tingyan explained.

"This Netherworld Ghost Capital, if there is no sunny weather, I will become a scenery by myself!" said Jiang Fuyao, the ghost queen.

"I Murong Bo misses you Jiang Fuyao, I want to sleep with you, and I want to wake up from a sweet dream even more, and I will have you when I open my eyes. The Great Elder of the Illusory Cloud Peak Sword Sect, Murong Bo, said unashamedly.

"Love is a carriage running at high speed on the journey of life between you and me. Even though you and I met here by chance and spent a lifetime of good time together, now I have to walk to the end alone. The Netherworld Ghost Emperor in the Red Dust Inn said.

"The world of the adults in the illusion world should be decisive and simple, you should not delay anyone, you should not consume anyone, and you should not waste anyone, this is also a kind and righteous act. Bu persuaded his master Fu Huanjing.

"Every person who cultivates in the Illusory Realm has their own pursuits. Even the same person, at different stages of enlightenment, will have different pursuits. Therefore, the best emotion may just be the two of you growing together, on par with each other, and cultivating together to progress and become a better pair in the illusion world. Meng Lipo said to the ghost queen Jiang Fuyao and the ghost emperor Jingchen.

"In the Illusory Realm, the heart of every person who cultivates enlightenment is like a tree. The roots of love and hope are deeply rooted in the soil, and the branches and leaves of wisdom and strategy stretch out in the streets and alleys of the fantasy world. Whether it is the wind and rain of the years, or the rolling dust, which obscures its green leaves, it always stands there silently and waits, and accepts all the results. Neither arrogant nor humble. The Tianya Sword in the Valhalla of the Illusory Realm said.

"The illusory man that this princess doesn't like, even if the old lady fights for her life, she resolutely wants to refuse her father's chaotic mandarin duck spectrum. Meng Yingchang, the unruly princess in Valhalla, said to her father, Emperor Tianya Jiancai.

"Every weak woman in the fantasy world, in the true sense of the word, is to spend a lonely life with no one to help or support. During this period, all the boring chores can only be supported by yourself. All the emotions of collapse are known only to you. But as long as you grit your teeth and push through, everything will be different. Miss Yurou, please persevere! We must strive to win applause, not tears to win sympathy. The mountain god of Wuliang Mountain, the iguana, said to Nian Yurou, the daughter of the owner of the Broken Knife Villa.

"I hope you don't run into someone like me again for the rest of your life. Emotionally sensitive, lacking in love, and always making trouble with you, often thinking about your relationship with other beautiful women in the fantasy world. I'm always clamoring for you to stay with me for a while, and it always makes you feel tired!, but I really hope that you will meet someone like me for the rest of your life. Because such a person really loves you!" The Boundless Immortal True Lady Ning Rui said to the eldest grandson of the Demon Venerable Giant Beast of the other world.

"Everyone is not a bad person, nor is it a good person, just ordinary people in the fantasy world. Whether everyone has been hurt or pampered, it's just ordinary. The hardships of cultivating enlightenment are very ordinary, my Ye Luming is very ordinary, my happiness is very ordinary, my sadness is very ordinary, my confusion is very ordinary, everything is very ordinary. However, now that I am the Supreme of the Demon Realm, am I really ordinary?" asked Ye Luming, the Supreme of the Demon Realm, to Lin Xuewu, the fairy of the Sword Dao.

"Life is like a difficult book to decipher, and the years act as its readers. So, many times we haven't fully read the meaning of the book, and the years have already flipped through it for more than half of it. Because we don't understand, because we are always groping and exploring, our hearts often feel very tired, very tired. "Sword Emperor Qin Duya said to the Five Poisons Sect Leader Ruan Qingting.

"In a person's life, the most difficult person to see is himself after all. Sometimes, a person's eyes can see the world, see everything, and look at others, but they can never see themselves. It can see the faults of others, but it cannot see its own faults. It can see the greed of others, but it cannot see its own stinginess. It can see the ignorance of others, but it cannot see its own ignorance and stupidity. Everyone has a bronze mirror, and when you can't see yourself with the bronze mirror one day, please try to use your heart to reflect yourself!" The Soul Emperor said to the barbarian princess Meng Yingchang.

After experiencing pain, I thought I would get used to it a little later. However, every pain is still a pain, and it is the new pain that carries the old pain. New incomprehension superimposes old grievances, and new wounds stir up old flesh and blood. Every day after that, I pretended to be full of solace, pretended to be innocent in pursuit of happiness, and seemed to be fearless in my emotions. In fact, we are forever waiting in fear for the next heavy blow. The number of lives is bumpy, and there is no way to live in peace.

Why shouldn't there be love protectors? Because love is very selfish. If a person's seven emotions and six desires are allowed to be the master, then he is guilty of selfishness and leaves the avenue. Because as the old saying goes, the avenue is selfless.

Don't be nervous, take a deep breath, hold on, and get through.

The unyielding figure in the moonlight, please sleep well tonight and rest.

The left eye has not seen the side of the right eye, and I don't know how to comfort, I only know how to cry with it.

Friendship is always closely related to a man's beautiful childhood and simple student days, and it is also an untainted emotional sustenance before a man enters the tragic workplace, which touches the softest part of a man's heart. To some extent, the mutual support between friends often becomes an important motivation for men to continue to fight.

Everyone's life is in a journey, but the path taken is different, the direction chosen is different, the emotions paid are different, and the stories that occur are also different.

Bloom like a flower, enjoy life, enjoy beauty, enjoy nature, wither like a flower, perceive calm, perceive free, perceive indifferent, think like a flower, stand alone, accommodate heaven and earth, and experience vicissitudes. The flower is speechless, but everything is as it is.

The first thing to do to become a chatty person is to expand yourself and give yourself the capacity to accommodate a variety of different emotions, values, and worldviews. And give the other party full opportunities to express themselves, respond to the needs and emotional needs of the other party, then a good relationship will naturally be established and developed.

In life, you should understand that although Hongchen is bitter, there is still love, and even if life is difficult, it is full of hope. If you carefully appreciate this sad and joyful heart, you will finally be brave, and finally be able to face everything with an indifferent heart, accept everything, and be safe and sound.

I'm just drunk enough to understand what you're saying, but I don't feel a trace of sadness.

Along the way, every season has a flaw, and every story has a dark wound. Emotions are virtual and real, time is clear and extinguished, and it is really not easy to make yourself sober. What you want may not be yours, but what you get may not be what you expect. The sky is cloudy and sunny, and people have good and bad fortunes. Life responds to you the way you see it.

At the bottom of Fangcun Mountain, where Fu Huanjing lived, and then traveled two hundred miles to the south, it was Fengyan Kingdom.

"Patriotism is the deepest and most enduring emotion in the fantasy world, and it is the source of virtue and meritorious service of a spiritual backbone. It is rooted in the flesh and blood of hundreds of millions of compatriots in our Fengyan Kingdom, and is deeply hidden in the ideal of the great revival of the Illusory Realm Spirit Venerable. Patriotism is not just a loud slogan, but a feeling and responsibility. Feng Yanguo's Zuo Zhiyan said.

"Living in the illusory world, don't rely on others for everything, in this unpredictable world, the person who can rely on your trust is yourself, and the person who can save and liberate you can only be yourself!"

"Sometimes, closing your eyes, letting go of your pride, and admitting that you are wrong is not admitting defeat, but growing. Feng Yanguo's right minister said.

Actually, of course, there were too many unspoken words at that time. Emotions are not that important, as they should have been at that time. As for everything that has been let down, metaphorical, and constantly misunderstood, it has quickly passed away with time, and something is left in the end. Memories, sadness, hesitation, maybe neither. Later, I was relieved that this was the way to go, and everyone needed to go. We have had choices, but the years will not stand still, and what is lost will not come back. Leaving goodbye in the end may just be fulfillment. Feng Yanguo's princess maid Xinrui said.

"I met, I fell in love, but I couldn't be together, that feeling of being reluctant, not letting go, but having to let go, who can understand? Who can understand?" asked Ma Zhiyuan, a poor scholar from Feng Yanguo.

"Actually, there's nothing you can't let go. As time goes by, when you look back, you will find that you once thought that you could not let go of things, but just a springboard in life that allows you to grow. Xinrui persuaded Ma Zhiyuan, her former lover who was unwilling in front of her.

"Like, it's really the cruelest word in the world. It seems that with these two words, there is a perfect excuse. Princess Wen Jing of Feng Yan Kingdom said.

"I miss you, from the third watch to the fifth watch. Remembering you, from sunset till dusk. Looking for you, from nameless to titled. You will be born from this life to the next. Ma Zhiyuan said as he tried to save the relationship in front of him for the last time.

"I entrusted my heart to you, which means that I have given you the right to hurt me, and I have also taught you the secret of breaking my heart. The maid Xinrui recalled the past, hid her face and wept.

"I like that you are silent, as if you were gone, distant and sad, as if you were dead. At that time, a word, a smile, was enough. And I'm going to be happy, happy because it's not real. Fu Huanjing said to Princess Wenjing.

In the Xiaoyao Pavilion, Elder Wuchen was refining the elixir, and he had no mind to love Ling Yue's countless ridiculous love problems.

This heron moth elixir was used to treat Emperor Rin Yun, who was damaged and his body was extremely weak and tired.

Meeting you was the most beautiful accident of my life. I don't know what to say, I just miss you so much all of a sudden in this moment.

The moment the rain fell on the earth, Fu Huanjing unexpectedly hesitated for a moment, and then he was wet and damp to avoid the torrential rain, and approached the person's table and chair.

"Stinky boy, in this huge illusion world, in your eyes, what can be regarded as the most difficult thing to think about?" said the secret waiter Futu Wenjiu.

"Master, the apprentice's natal porcelain has been broken since childhood, the bridge of immortality is broken, and the marriage line is dead. If the apprentice chooses these three, which one makes the apprentice feel the most regretful, it is naturally the marriage line that died. In this end, for the apprentices, in this huge fantasy world, only the word love can barely be regarded as the most thought-provoking thing. Fu Huanjing said.

"No, no, as a teacher, for the current you, the dilemma is the most difficult to think about, right?" the dark servant Futu asked his beloved apprentice Fu Huanjing knowingly.

"Sure enough, Jiang is still old and spicy, and everything in the apprentice can't be deceived after all, master, your old man's pair of fiery eyes! You are right, you are in a dilemma, on the left is Ruan Qingting, a witch doctor girl in the human world, and on the right is Murong Luanjie, the beloved daughter of the elder of the illusion world. Master, how should an apprentice choose between them?" Fu Huanjing asked anxiously.

"Ask yourself!" said the Shadow Servant Fu Tu earnestly.

After saying that, the dark servant Futu yawned, stretched his waist, and saw the torrential rain outside the door of the Jingxin Wine Workshop, and did not want to stop for a while, so he went back to his room and slept peacefully.

Fu Huanjing's mind was very confused for a while, and he couldn't tell whether he liked Ruan Qingting a little more or loved Murong Luanjie a little higher.

Fu Huanjing was no longer in a dilemma, after Ruan Qingting, the witch of the human world, and Murong Luanjie, the beauty of the illusion world, they took the master's secret servant Futu, the Yunding Sword Sect master Yuwen Leopard, the surprised young man Fan Lingluo of Qiyafu, and Cong Se, the introductory disciple of Wuliang Mountain, and a group of five people went to the Soul Prison Gully.

On this long trip, the five people have their own needs, and their minds are different.

The despondent young master Fu Huanjing's trip was to find out the worries and solve the problems, and to heal the old disease of Ruan Qingting, a witch doctor girl in the human world.

The shopkeeper of Jingxin Wine Workshop, Tiefutu, is not afraid of hardships and dangers, and he must have a plan to go on such a journey. He is a heavy drinker, and he is willing to leave the immortal brew for so long, and he is thinking about the peerless wine in the soul prison - tassel in his heart.

As for Yuwen Leopard, the sect master of the Yunding Sword Sect of Fangcun Mountain in the Illusory Realm, why did he repeatedly shirk having important matters at the beginning and politely refused Fu Huanjing's invitation. In the end, he was told by Murong Luanjie, "I also hope that Uncle Yuwen can go to the Soul Prison with Brother Huan Jing, so that Luan Jie will not worry about him all day long." "Persuasion, unexpectedly agreed without any delay.

The reason for this is probably that Murong Luanjie's father, Murong Bo, secretly did something to the salary of the door owner Yuwen Leopard, forcing him to reluctantly agree.

All of the above are just after-dinner conversations in the fantasy world, and as for whether they are true or not, naturally no one knows.

Fan Lingluo, a surprised young man from Qiyafu, met Fu Huanjing by chance before, and had a deep impression of him, so he went to the Soul Prison with him to see the world.

In the end, Cong Se, a beginner disciple of Wuliang Mountain, obeyed the master's arrangement, and went to the soul prison with the four of them, picked up the soul and turned his mind back, and suppressed the restless mind and emotions of the master Lingzi.

During the period of the Ancient Wasteland, the land of the Illusory World was barren and scarce.

At the edge of the illusory world, I never thought that there was such a boundless, extremely dark chaotic place, called the Soul Prison.

It can no longer be simply described as dark, it is a place of shock and horror that cannot be described in a few words, and countless infatuated ghosts who have died in the illusory world wander away, wailing all night.

Once you are in the middle of it, you can't see your five fingers, the ignition will go out, you won't see the light, and your bones will be creepy.

As you slowly enter the depths of it, you will find that you are suddenly unable to breathe, faint and faint as if you were instantly blocked by the six senses of the phantom.

And in the depths of that chaotic place, there is still a place that has not completely closed the six senses of the phantom spirit, and you can clearly feel that here, there is a faint trace of the warmth and spirituality unique to the illusion world.

Suddenly, a dazzling light shone on Fu Huanjing's group of five, which was dazzling.

The strange light, in the boundless darkness, seemed pure white to the extreme.

After a while, the white light changed into endless darkness in a snap of the fingers, the bottomless black and the scorching dazzling white, which made the five people stunned and stopped.

In the aftermath of the fading white light, there is a deep darkness dotted with stars, which is dotted with a few colorful jades, which are gorgeous and dazzling.

If you are lucky enough to pass through this brilliant silk scroll without dying, you will be lucky enough to see a mirrored phantom that is looking at you sweetly.

A lonely and boundless silk painting scroll, a few strokes of the central pavilion of the barren land, make that one towering, a hundred zhang square, crystal clear, like the rain scattered high mountain fairy capital, extremely treacherous and complex.

No, the high mountain of the immortal capital in that picture scroll can no longer be regarded as a high mountain, rising from the ground of the soul prison gully, splitting through the clouds, passing through the spiritual clouds, passing through the chaos, and rushing straight to the blue and clear sky like a lake.

The mountain is only a hundred zhang high from the ground, in fact, it is not an unattainable height, and Fangcun Mountain can be dozens of Zhushen Peaks higher than it.

Why?

The mountain is not high, there are fairies and spirits.

The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual.

The five people in the group all secretly guessed that on this mountain, there was really a phantom spirit of the Immortal Monarch who had fallen from the Immortal Realm.

Every day in the Illusory Realm, there are phantom spirits who may have grabbed a great fortune and fortune and entered the realm of the Immortal Realm.

Correspondingly, every day in the fairy world, there are also immortal monarchs whose state of mind is damaged, and they fall into the high mountains of the illusory world.

After a brief discussion, the group of five hiked up to the top of the mountain to find out.

Around the peak, patches of fluctuating and chaotic air currents protect this mountain. At the peak of the mountain, colorful auspicious clouds alternately reflect each other, shining on a group of demons and monsters.

From time to time, the auspicious clouds have the same color, and after being mixed together, they turn into a terrifying dark color.

Beneath the suffocating air currents at the top of the mountain, an ordinary brown rice field land looks very out of place.

In the middle of the land at the summit of the mountain, there was an inconspicuous ancient sword that even looked a little tattered.

However, how could such an inconspicuous and tattered ancient sword stand on the top of this fantastic mountain?

What is its unbelievable origin?

This question, which cannot be verified, was placed in front of the five people. However, everything in the world of the illusory world has a spiritual dependence, and it should have such a set of supernatural magic circles based on it.

When the five of them were puzzled, the ancient sword unexpectedly bloomed with an incomparable brilliant glow, and there was a faint sadness in the depths of the light.

This relief of the body and mind was full of light, causing the ancient sword, which had not moved for a long time, to suddenly tremble violently.

It was slowly breaking away from the ground inch by inch, and the streamers on it flew and converged, bursting into colorful foam rain, as if they were very amazed and afraid of the opening of this ancient sword.

The moment the ancient sword broke away from the ground, its dazzling light instantly soared, and it instantly retracted into a place, turning into an indestructible sword light, hovering around the ancient sword.

The ancient sword suddenly shattered into a cloud of flying ash, and then quickly converged to complete the reforge.

At the moment when this ancient sword was reforged, the dazzling sword light around it suddenly dimmed a little, but it was still the bronze ancient sword that the Sword Emperor held when he was born in the sword coat back track.

This is itself, a three-foot blue-edged sword, shining with silver-white light.

The tip of the ancient sword is piercing, the blade is like a snowflake, the front of the hilt is carved with a fierce roaring green dragon, and the reverse side of the hilt is engraved with the Xuanwu of a fierce tiger descending the mountain.

The pendant of the ancient sword is a purple jade white tiger, the blade is extremely sharp, and the claws of a purple jade white tiger are vaguely seen stretched out, making a fierce tiger pounce.

This bronze ancient sword, the sword body is decorated with staggered patterns, and it is integrated, sometimes round and heavy, and sometimes sharp.

On the front of the ancient sword's blade, there were nine golden colored blood stains that had not dried, reflecting the nine dragons soaring out of the clouds. On the other hand, on the back of the sword, there are eight orange civets that look like humans and beasts, as if writing their daily happy times of playing.

The handle of the bronze ancient sword is blue, the blue is deep, and the blue is gorgeous.

In the center of the sword body, a thin cyan line could be faintly seen passing through, adding a touch of mystery to the ancient sword.

Obviously, this is a divine sword from the ancient wasteland period, and the hidden place of the sword body is engraved with two ancient inscriptions that are difficult to clearly identify - Qiankun.

Because Fu Huanjing has been writing the Fantasy World Chronicles for a long time, he naturally knows a lot about the ancient Sanskrit in front of him.

That's right, it's the Qiankun Divine Sword, which is an extremely evil bronze ancient sword with a glorious history.

Seeing it, the five couldn't help but think of the prophecy in the ancient legend of the Illusory World.

There is a way, but there is no way out.

The growth of the dragon all the way, subduing demons and eliminating demons, is categorically inseparable from his back, the assistance of the Qiankun Divine Sword.

Over time, he was surprised to find that the fate of all things in this illusory world was controlled by a few spirit venerables in Valhalla.

The unwilling Jack is extremely angry and wants to fight with the sky.

After exhausting his incomparably powerful aura mana and dying with heaven and earth, the scorpion inadvertently tore a gap in the illusion world, and the news was completely lost in the rivers and lakes of the illusion world.

If it is really as stated in the legend of the illusory world, how could this Qiankun Divine Sword, which has no news, be left here by its old owner, the Devil?

The indescribable dazzling brilliance attached to the surroundings of the Qiankun Divine Sword, and seven sacred rings traveled around the sword.

The divine sword turned the world upside down in an instant, and the sword pointed at the ethereal place of the heavenly gate, just like the inscription on the body of the same sword, almost wanting to reverse the situation.

"Show up, stop hiding your true identity, sinister and cunning Turtle, I know you're near the five of us. Fu Huanjing held the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in his hand and roared angrily.

The Qiankun Divine Sword rumbled loudly, and the five people who were shocked trembled and stood uncertainly.

Hearing this, the sky darkened in the blink of an eye.

The originally clear blue sky was instantly filled with endless black.

In the dark sky, a huge face appeared, pale as paper, without a trace of emotional change.

I saw that its eyes were like a whirlpool of deep pools, and the spiritual strength of the tempting phantom spirit was shattered. Its huge jaws slowly opened, intending to devour the mortal bodies of the five people.

"Thousands of years later, you've finally appeared. But can you, old fellow, still be on par with me? It seems to me that all these absurd acts are just your own inadequacy. The dragon sneered at the sneering eagle in front of him.

"It seems that you, the old dragon king, seem to have a victory in your hand, and you have a bamboo in your chest! But why do the corners of your eyes twitch so much?

"It's been so long, and you're still so fond of talking nonsense and asking some innocuous words. Fight to the death!" roared the dragon spitting hot lava.

From above the Qiankun Divine Sword, there were loud noises, like the sound of Sanskrit outside the sky, and like the roar of gods and demons. The five of them roughly understood what the specific outcome of the fight between the two immortals was.

The sword has a spirit, wandering between heaven and earth, looking for the deadly point of the dragon's burning.

The five of them were extremely bored, so they took what they wanted, bowed down, and said goodbye to the soul prison.

The old owner of the Qiankun Divine Sword, and the dragon Burning Demon, who was also an enemy and a friend, were still fighting, and they had no time to care about the hasty departure of the five of them.

The words are all here, the sword travels between the world and the world, and the universe sees Xuanyuan.

In the early morning, the sun had not yet risen, and it was only showing a little dark red in the far east of the illusory land.

Half of the sky, which is white with fish belly, and the traces of stars have not yet been completely hidden in the sky.

It is a hill that is not too high, and the emerald green vegetation is all over the mountain.

The mountain had been washed away by the rain last night, and several large earthy yellow and white mud blocks were arranged in a messy manner, near and far.

The surface of the mountain is uneven, because the morning sun does not rise completely. The surrounding area of the hill is shrouded in layers of gray-white mist, giving people a mysterious and unusual hazy feeling.

On a sheep intestine path in the mountains, Fu Huanjing was walking slowly among the dense misty forests wearing linen clothes and shabby open-toed cloth shoes.

A potholed path that was trampled by countless phantoms, cattle and sheep. Fu Huanjing was raising a few calves, holding a rope whip and walking left and right, so happy.

A few calves, who were quite disobedient, stopped here and there to chew on the grass beside the path. From time to time, they use their horns to touch each other's buttocks and chase each other.

This laughing act, in the eyes of Fu Huanjing, the cowherd, they seemed to be saying to each other: You bad guy, give me the master and I will honestly roll to the back. Master, I want to walk in the front, see the most beautiful scenery, and eat the freshest grass.

However, the calf in front of him, not to be outdone, kicked the latter to the ground with one hoof.

The pinnacle showdown has kicked off since then.

At this time, Fu Huanjing, the cowherd, would only shake his head, stop and pick up thick branches from the side of the road, and throw them at the naughty and willful calves.

The little calves, one by two, are in the luck dantian and begin to prepare to make moves to defeat the enemy. They suddenly noticed that thick branches fell from the sky and smashed on the heads of their restless calves, making their heads dizzy.

After a while, Fu Huanjing drove a group of calves to the destination.

It was a fertile and sweet meadow, and as soon as the calves saw this meadow, they instantly shook off Fu Huanjing, the cowherd who was responsible for taking care of them, like wild horses on the loose.

I saw them one by two, rushing in, cocking their buttocks high, wagging their tails, lowering their heads, and eating the tender and delicious grass.

Seeing this scene, Fu Huanjing sighed physically and mentally exhausted, and his face revealed a kind of maturity and stability that did not conform to what he should have at his age.

Although his face is not handsome enough, it is far from the Central Plains, which is a little redder than Pan An. However, his ordinary face sets off an unbelievable sense of mystery.

Then, the cowherd Fu Huanjing, shook his head stupidly, and walked to the side.

Before you know it, it's already bright. The sun burst out with golden rays of light, silently hanging above half the sky.

Fu Huanjing felt a little tired and sat down on top of a huge bluestone. He held his right hand weakly, his bulky head melon seed.

Fu Huanjing shouted a few words in impotent rage, and the anger in his chest gradually calmed down. He folded his hands behind his back and lowered his head slightly.

It seems that he is tired and wants to return to his hometown in the fantasy world in his dreams. He gradually lay down on the bluestone, and pulled his clothes briefly.

After a while, Fu Huanjing came out, and there was a slight snoring sound.

Beautiful mountains and forests, green meadows, lively calves, and young people in their dreams, it seems that everything is so beautiful.

However, not far to the east of the Soul Prison of the Illusory World, there was a rusty ancient sword hidden in the starry sky.

The ancient sword with a dull color quickly shuttled through Fu Huanjing's dream void.

At the moment when Fu Huanjing entered the dream realm, the ancient sword seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly stopped moving rapidly.

I saw that the ancient sword slowly turned around, and the tip of the sword pointed to the west of the Illusory Soul Prison, a huge pavilion floating in the air.

The ancient sword trembled rapidly, as if venting the bitterness that had been accumulating in its heart for a long time.

After a long time, it rushed towards the sky pavilion not far ahead at several times the speed it had before.

You can't imagine how fast it flies, it's a speed that people in the illusion world can't reach in a lifetime.

The ancient sword easily shuttled through at a rapid speed, and the barrier of the Void Dream Realm touched a thin layer of enchantment inside the pavilion in the sky.

Suddenly, after a little thoughtful pause on top of that thin barrier, the ancient sword gradually turned into a place of void dust.

Fu Huanjing was still asleep, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he was overjoyed, as if he had really returned to his hometown in the fantasy world.

Dozens of miles beyond the green mountains and green grass, the figure of the ancient sword suddenly appeared from the cloudless sky, and a crack suddenly appeared.

As the ancient sword got closer and closer to Fu Huanjing, the body of its sword was added out of thin air, and several scars of different lengths were added.

The ancient sword was much slower than before, and ran towards Fu Huanjing.

At noon, Fu Huanjing woke up from his dream, suddenly felt a little cold, and after his body shook twice, he sat up. His eyelids twitched a few times, and he gently rubbed his hazy sleepy eyes with his right hand, as if he was not very accustomed to the violent light.

Fu Huanjing, who was completely sleepy, stood up and shook the dust on his body, everything was so normal as before.

However, the galloping ancient sword in the sky was getting closer and closer to Fu Huanjing, the cowherd.

There were a few more cracks in the body of the ancient sword, and it seemed that the rapid flight caused some problems in the sword body, and it was almost about to shatter.

After the ancient sword let out a clanging sound, it quickly shortened from a five-foot long sword to a five-inch short dagger.

Then, the ancient sword gradually turned into an illusory phantom, and a sword shadow shot downward.

Fu Huanjing stood up, stretched hard, took a step forward, picked up a thick wooden stick, and seemed to drive the frolicking calves in front of him home.

But at the same time as Fu Huanjing took that step, he suddenly heard a very loud sword roar, penetrating all the living beings in the green mountains and clear waters.

"What's going on? Could it be that there really is such a thing here, an immortal monarch can't be a phantom?" Fu Huanjing, the cowherd, muttered to himself in surprise.

Fu Huanjing had just come up with this idea in his mind, and then he saw a short sword dagger that seemed to be real and illusory, quickly falling from mid-air, and sprinting straight towards the Baihui point above his head.

I saw that the short sword dagger disappeared in front of Fu Huanjing's eyes the moment it touched the skin on the top of Fu Huanjing's head.

The ancient sword instantly turned into a ball of blue-white air that Fu Huanjing couldn't see, and flowed into the meridians in his spiritual bones.

Fu Huanjing's left foot was still in mid-air, his arm was hanging in front of him, and everything seemed to stop at this moment.

However, under Fu Huanjing's weak spiritual strength, huge changes have secretly taken place.

In fact, every meridian in Fu Huanjing's body was hot and broken, and it glowed with silver and blue-yellow light.

In addition, the acupuncture points on the top of Fu Huanjing's head were filled with three thousand weak waters, which made his spiritual power depleted terribly.

And in Fu Huanjing's dantian abdomen, it was another strange scene. The short cyan sword dagger rushed into a barren void and stopped.

Then, the ancient sword split itself into two, one more illusory and ethereal, and the other much more solid and simple.

The short dagger with the solid and simple stopped and lay down in Fu Huanjing's dantian.

And the illusory and ethereal short dagger surged towards the acupuncture point above Fu Huanjing's head.

Zhihuihai, where Fu Huanjing's spiritual power springs up, are shaking slightly.

So, Fu Huanjing took a few big steps forward, held a relatively thick wooden stick, and drove a little calf that was lazily lying on the grass, basking in the sun and grazing, and drove it home.

"Seven Stars Cloud Snatching Sword, hurry up and hand it over! Otherwise, Lao Wei guarantees that you will definitely suffer from the skin and flesh of the world's end sword talent. "The abbot of the Bodhi Monastery held a Zen staff in his hand, and forced the Tianya Sword to coerce the Tao.

"No! there will be no time!" Tianya Sword laughed.

Then, the Tianya Sword broke free from the chains and disappeared in front of the abbot Yu Zhu's eyes.

Shicai's ancient sword was the seven-star cloud-seizing sword that Abbot Yu Zhu had sought all his life, but he never wanted to be found by Fu Huanjing, a cowherd.

Fu Huanjing, a cowherd, walked and suddenly encountered a fierce knocking tiger.

Fu Huanjing wanted to use the thick long wooden stick in his hand to defend the integrity of the calves behind him, and rushed to kill the knocking tiger in front of him.

After a wail, the knocking mountain tiger was beheaded off by Fu Huanjing with a sword, and he died on the spot.

Fu Huanjing opened his eyes in disbelief and found that the thick wooden stick in his hand had long since disappeared, and had turned into an antique bronze ancient sword.

Fu Huanjing, the down-and-out young master who returned to the throne of the original god, was really not a loss on this trip, not only found a large bottle of anxiety relief, but also picked up a seven-star cloud-seizing sword in vain.

This deal is not a loss, it is not a loss, and it has made a lot of money.

At this point, Seon lost his horse, and he didn't know if it was a blessing.

Let's not talk about the situation after Fu Huanjing angrily slashed the land rover and drove the cattle home, because there was another strange thing happening elsewhere.

"It's raining!" Cong Se, an introductory disciple of Wuliang Mountain, whispered as he twisted a raindrop in his right hand.

"What kind of rain?" Fu Huanjing's master asked Fu Tu.

"It's pouring rain!" replied Yuwen Leopard, the sect master of the Yunding Sword Sect.

"Majestic rain!" Fan Lingluo, a surprised young man from Qiyafu, opened his mouth to echo.

"The rain slashed down from the air like a thunderbolt of lightning. The down-and-out young master Fu Huanjing finished his way.

The four people beside him laughed, looked at each other, and were really amused by his Fu Huanjing's serious answer.

In the dark night, the clouds were so thick that the stars in the sky seemed dim, but they crushed the earth like a thousand boulders.

A purple glow mixed with black appeared on the earth of the Illusory Soul Prison. Where that glimmer of light is a tall and tall seven-star exquisite tower.

The tower, consisting of seven storied houses, is hexagonal in shape, from the bottom to the top, clustered at one point.

The top of the tower was covered in irregular black ornamentation. Looking down from the sky, you can find that those black ornaments inadvertently constitute a mysterious and complex ancient totem.

The middle floor of the tower is even more so, its square window paper is covered with different black ornaments, bold and rough, but also very delicate.

In the illusory realm, if some phantom spirits with insufficient aura concentration look at it, they will instantly feel a headache, and they will even be sucked up by it to build a foundation with a lot of spiritual strength.

The periphery of each layer of the Seven Star Linglong Pagoda is wrapped in a layer of purple-black mist barrier, so that no matter how fierce the rain is, it cannot touch the tower body, and at the same time, it can absorb thousands of rays of light from the outside world.

The bottom floor of the tower was five feet away from the ground of the Illusory Soul Prison.

The Sky Pavilion was suspended in mid-air, and the top floor of the house was particularly special in that it had an ancient altar in the shape of a pentagonal shape compared to the six floors below.

On the bronze body of the altar, there are depictions of fierce beasts everywhere. The red blood stains in the ornament have not yet dried and condensed, and they are slowly flowing from side to side, like hideous and terrifying poisonous dragons.

The altar is subdivided into three layers, from the bottom to the top, with the bottom layer surrounded by purple and black ornamentation, the middle layer of blue and gray ornamentation gathered in the east, and the top layer with more earthy gray ornamentation to the west.

The ears of that altar are several times more ornamental than those wrapped around it, and it is even more meticulous and unusual when you look closely.

In the middle of the top floor of the altar is a recess. I saw that in the center of countless ancient runes, there was a thin white-haired old man sitting cross-legged with bated breath.

The white-haired old man, dressed in animal skins, with a sparse head, a sallow face, and a bony body. His flesh and bones were shrunken and emaciated to the extreme, hanging on the thin bones.

Such a miserable scene was as if a living, sturdy man was suspended in the wind and blew for several days and nights. Then, throw his body into the dirt and water to soak. Finally, his body was set on the fire and roasted for three days and three nights.

Although the rain outside the tower was pouring down on the white-haired old man's body, the old man seemed to be calm and relaxed as if he didn't feel pain.

The old man hadn't moved a single step for a long time, and the pouring rain couldn't make him make some extremely subtle body movements.

But just as the cowherd Fu Huanjing appeared holding the Seven-Star Cloud Snatching Sword, the thin old man's body shook suddenly, slowly opened his lips, and let out a hoarse mutter. Because the words were mixed with the noisy and noisy sound of rain, they did not seem so clear and intelligible.

And at the moment when the old man made this sound, many phantom spirits appeared under the altar tower.

After a while, the flesh of those phantom ghosts gradually condensed into a body, turning into many real figures wearing robes, thousands of them surrounding the Seven Star Exquisite Pagoda.

They all stood side by side silently, and the quiet and terrifying solemn atmosphere made the roaring rain on the side a little suppressed by it.

"Tianxi, why did the sword come out of the East Mountain? Dixi, why did you die to me Bodhi?" the abbot of the Bodhi Monastery raised his head to the sky and shouted.

As the abbot kicked over the altar and rose into the air, the top floor of the Seven Stars Exquisite Pagoda disappeared.

As for the remaining six-story houses of the tower, they gradually transformed into six burly figures dressed in the fur of fierce beasts.

"We are not willing to live in secret, and we are willing to serve the abbot again!" the six of them rose into the air and clasped their fists around the abbot and saluted.

Then, near the Empty Pavilion of the Illusory Soul Prison, countless skeleton resentful spirits within a hundred miles crawled out of the scorched black land.

"Congratulations to the abbot, returning to the Illusory Realm!" the resentful spirits roared in unison.

All their resentful spirits shouted this sentence in unison, causing the land of the illusory world to collapse and the torrential rain to a sudden stop.

However, the abbot Yu Zhu, who was suspended in the air, was unmoved, and took out a simple and unpretentious wooden plaque from his arms.

The wooden sign was empty, and the abbot threw it into the air. Then he raised his wizened right hand and stood it erect in front of him, whispering a few words of mantra in his mouth.

When the mantra stopped, the abbot pressed his huge blue hand towards the center of the altar on the ground.

I saw that the altar was overwhelmed, and let out an explosive roar, which instantly broke a few tiny lines.

From the cracked lines, countless snow-white fluorescents erupted, converging around the abbot's huge palm.

With the abbot Zhu's spell, it suddenly appeared out of thin air, and countless fluorescents flew into the air as if they were inductive, and merged into the wordless wooden card.

The wooden plaque, which was originally wordless, suddenly appeared in large characters written by countless firefly moths. The large characters were a hint of gold, illuminating a small patch of the dark sky.

"May our passing be worth it!"

The huge group of resentful spirits at the feet of the abbot Yu Zhu shouted out an old man's farewell words in unison, and the loud sound instantly shocked all things in heaven and earth.

The Wraith Wood Card may have absorbed too much of the Spirit of the Wraith's soul power, and the golden light that glowed became brighter and brighter, expelling a large area of darkness in the sky, like day.

When the golden light completely expelled the darkness, the dazzling light of the resentful spirit wooden card also suddenly retracted, condensed in the wooden card, making its original messy words instantly turn into a brand of the word "Jue" shining with golden light.

The texture and color of the Wraith Wood have also changed slightly, from wood to a hard material like gilt. It hovered in the air for a few laps, and then returned to the abbot's right hand.

The abbot stretched out his thin and huge right arm horizontally, and the five fingers of his palm were like hooks, holding the gilded resentful spirit god card firmly in the palm of his hand, as if he would sneak away as soon as he let go.

The abbot slowly knelt on one knee, then stood up, and he found that the joints inside his body were rattling, as if the bones and joints were rusty and rotten.

"I'm the same!" said Fu Huanjing, the cowherd, as he presented the Seven Stars Cloud Snatching Sword with both hands.

The six elders behind the abbot Yu Zhu were caught off guard by Fu Huanjing's commotion, which broke the old cold waist of the six of them.

The four people behind Fu Huanjing also got the purpose of this trip as they wished, and they were very happy, and they had no intention of fighting each other to the death.

Five people on the left, and seven people on the right, hugging their fists and saluting goodbye, goodbye to the rivers and lakes in the future.

The abbot Yu Zhu, who holds the seven-star cloud sword, is very satisfied, and he has no regrets in this life.

Fu Huanjing and his entourage of five people also left the Illusory Soul Prison in a hurry, for fear that the abbot Yu Zhusheng, who had the ultimate spiritual power, would have remorse and pinch off their necks.

Seven days later, Fu Huanjing looked back at his life in the Soul Prison and was surprised to find that he had been promoted from the Illusory Realm to the Illusory Realm.

In the past, Fu Huanjing only knew how to grab luck and fortune everywhere, but he never knew that he could also increase his own cultivation realm by perfecting others.

On this trip, Fu Huanjing endured the pain and cut his love, and voluntarily gave his beloved thing in his hand, the Seven Stars Cloud Sword, to the abbot Yu Zhu without compensation.

Such a touching act of perfecting others and disgusting himself made several Supreme Spirit Venerables in Valhalla quite moved, so they made an exception to make Fu Huanjing leave the ranks of the Illusory Realm and join the ranks of the Illusory Realm Spirits.

That's all you say, perfect others, disgust yourself.

The July breeze gently swept through this barren earth mountain, caressing each name engraved on the stone tablet, with a trace of sadness.

The leaves in the forest rustle from side to side, causing gray shadows under the waning sun, which makes people feel chilled.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Fu Huanjing pointed to the six wordless tombstones in front of him with his slightly immature fingers, puzzled, and kept scratching his head and thinking.

"Master, why do you always choose this day every year to come here to mourn them?" asked the down-and-out young master Fu Huan in puzzlement.

"Stinky boy, for the teacher! I can only pour out the bitterness and sourness in my heart with these old friends. The dark waiter Fu Tu leaned on a cane and said with a slumped body.

"Master, don't you still have an apprentice in your old man's house, serving on the side, why do you just talk about yourself as a lonely person, so miserable and terrible?" Fu Huanjing played with a child's temper and pouted behind his back.

"Stinky boy, you're embarrassed to complain to your teacher. Just ask your kid to pat his chest and ask, are you worthy? Every day, you either accompany your Luan Jie sister to the mountains, or accompany your Qingting sister to play in the water. Dare to ask when you will remember, in the illusion world, there is still such an old bone as a teacher?"

Fu Huanjing knew that something was wrong, so he stopped talking, and concentrated on supporting the master and cleaning the weeds and dead leaves in the cemetery.

Suddenly, a gust of wind whistled by, and Fu Huanjing's eyes were instantly fascinated by the dust wrapped in the wind.

Fu Huanjing immediately turned his back, for fear that the master and his old man would see his embarrassment of crying and crying. Then, with his relatively clean right hand, he gently rubbed his eyes.

"Stinky boy, it's windy, and it's getting colder and colder. We master and apprentice, let's leave for home as soon as possible!" said the Dark Servant Futu to his beloved disciple.

Fu Huanjing nodded very obediently, followed behind the master's secret servant Futu, and walked back step by step.

Fu Huanjing raised his eyes to look at Tushantou, and suddenly a black illusory figure appeared on top of Tushantou.

The dark phantom in the form of a ghostly spirit dripped, like rain falling on the earth, on each of the six wordless tombstones. Then he went underground and disappeared into the wind.

Fu Huanjing looked back at the six wordless tombstones, and there were six bright red names out of thin air, which were Su Mu, Ye Rui, Xiao Cui, Lin Yu, Qin Er, and Chu Huan.

"Monster, where to escape!" In the dense forest not far behind Fu Huanjing, a young man with a silver spear rushed out and scolded loudly.

In the early summer of July, in the dense forest full of cicadas, there was suddenly a fierce shout.

The thin cicadas lying on the bamboo leaves immediately stopped chirping in despair.

The brave figure, like a flying fire, broke out of the bamboo forest.

Wherever the silver-speared boy passed, he left a deep footprint scratch on the ground.

At the end of the scratch, if you look closely, it turned out to be a young man dressed in coarse linen. His short hair is scattered, without a hint of laziness, but gives people a sense of vitality.

The young man carried a silver-white spear in his hand, and the body of the spear emitted a dazzling light.

Even on this hot summer day, Fu Huanjing could still feel an uncontrolled cold current of spiritual power running around from the young man's silver spear.

The silver spear, which was very incommensurate with the young man's clothes, was tightly held in the hand of the young man, and he put on an arrogant look that a divine soldier could not afford him.

In front of the young man, stood out of thin air three strong men with big shoulders and round waists, each carrying a sharp machete half a human length.

However, the three sword masters looked frightened, and stood straight in a cold sweat, as if they would be stabbed to death by the silver-armed young man in front of them if they moved slightly.

Perhaps the three phantom swordsmen thought clearly in an instant, and decided to break the cauldron and sink the boat, and the strong men on the left and right sides respectively raised the big knives in their hands, and while yelling, they quickly rushed towards the silver-speared boy.

The silver-spear boy seemed to have been on the battlefield for a long time, pursed the corners of his lips disdainfully, and with a horizontal swing of the silver spear in his hand, he easily blocked the two strong men's hard slashing.

Then the boy stomped his right foot backwards, sinking his linen cloth shoes into the soil more than half a foot. Then, with the strength of his hands, with the support of his hind legs, he shocked the two strong men who were as thick as oxen several feet away.

"Big man, the strength is so small, it's better to go back quickly, practice diligently, don't tarnish the prestige of the Ten Thousand Shadows Trace Eagle. The silver-speared boy grinned.

The reason why the Silver Spear Boy admired the Ten Thousand Shadows Trace Eagle so much was because he had defeated the Fourth Elder Duanmu Ziyan and the Seventh Elder Shangguan Haitang of the Illusory Cloud Peak Sword Sect with his own strength.

The two strong men were easily suppressed by the silver-speared young man, and their faces were already red with anger. As soon as he heard that the boy humiliated the two of them like this, he rushed towards the boy again.

"That's enough! Yellow mouth boy, take your life!" the two strong men roared hoarsely.

With the bullet of the silver spear boy's divine weapon, the two strong men were once again shocked back by the young man, and rolled backwards a few times before stopping.

Knowing that they were invincible, the two phantoms crawled to their eldest brother's side, looking at the boy with great fear.

"Fang Feng, why are you a stinky boy again! Could it be that you are the reincarnation of a dogskin plaster, and you have to stick to the three of us brothers in this life?" the three Phantom Phantom Bosses sneered.

"Big brother, in less than a month, the three of us have been robbed and killed more than ten times by him, a stinky boy. This time, you must not spare him, you must avenge the blood and hatred of your brothers!" the two stout men with blue noses and swollen faces pleaded bitterly.

"Shut up! You think I don't know! If I can beat it, I'll fight it a long time ago. Brother Phantom shouted and scolded the two incompetent virtuous brothers beside him.

Facing the fearless silver-speared boy, the one of the three, the strong man known as the eldest brother, came to the boy tremblingly. He smiled wryly and struggled to squeeze out a kind smile.

"Fang Feng Shaoxia, look at the three of us, there is an eighty-year-old mother, a five-year-old child to be fed, and there are seven or eight wives and concubines in the middle who need to be taken care of. Originally, the three of us didn't have a deep hatred with you, but each was his own master and his own thing. What's more, the three of us brothers have not made a single murder, but are only responsible for helping the master Wanying to trace the eagle and pass the word to the down-and-out young master Fu Huanjing. Therefore............ "Brother Phantom Ling moves with affection, and knows with reason."

"So what? You should hurry up and continue to talk! Otherwise, this silver spear in the hand of this young man will not be long-sighted. The silver-speared boy threatened.

"Therefore, when the road is uneven, draw a sword to help, what Fang Feng Shaoxia does, he will definitely become a model for everyone in the illusion world! If you rely on your own magic weapons and kill phantom spirits indiscriminately, it will bring you some bad reputation. Today, we have never met in a proper position, so what about it?" suggested the Phantom Spirit.

Fang Feng sensed that what he said was reasonable, so he lost his arms behind him and let the three of them go away.

The three of them left in a hurry, and Fu Huanjing, who was stunned on the side, was unwilling.

"Senior Brother Fang, it's not very authentic to act like this!" Fu Huanjing said in a weird manner.

"Senior Brother Huanjing, Senior Brother, where am I not authentic?" Fang Feng asked puzzled.

"The three of them said that this trip was to pass on the words of the master Ten Thousand Shadows Trace Eagle, why don't you let them say it to me?" Fu Huanjing asked angrily.

"Senior brother, I'm willing, can you manage it?" Fang Feng said arrogantly.

"He can't take care of it, let me ask the teacher, and I don't care if I move you?" asked the dark servant Fu Tu angrily as he whipped the criminals with a cane in his hand.

"Then it depends on your old man, whether you have that catty or not!" Fang Feng sneered disdainfully.

"Here comes the sword!"

With the roar of the Dark Servant Futu, a Firmament Divine Sword burst out from Fang Feng's body in an instant, and a sword shattered the silver spear, leaving no trace.

"Criminal, what should I do now? I don't know if I am a teacher, is there that catty or two?" asked the dark servant Fu Tu with a smile.

"Thank you, master!, you know your mistake!" Fang Feng accepted the Firmament Divine Sword given by his master, knelt down and confessed his mistake.

For a while, Fang Feng remembered the kindness of the secret servant Futu to him in the past, and sorrow came from it, and he cried bitterly.

At this point, the sword of the sky is sad, and the silver spear is not traced.

Fu Huanjing's senior brother Fang Feng began to live alone at a very young age.

Fang Feng, who is now seventeen years old, although he is only one year older than his junior brother Fu Huanjing, he is already a young man who can be self-reliant.

Although Fang Feng's methods and means of self-reliance sound a little unique and strange, he specializes in robbing and helping the poor for a living. However, most of the time he was still doing good deeds, and a few times when he was drunk, he was drunk and mad, causing trouble and harming good people.

When Fang Feng's mother was still alive, she once taught him some physical skills of dancing knives and guns. For example, archery, marksmanship, knife skills, swordsmanship, and so on.

At that time, it was really hard to imagine that Fang Feng's biological mother, who looked extremely weak, actually had unusual insights and cognitions in terms of dancing knives and guns.

If you have to pick it out, the first thing to say is that the secret marksmanship of their Fang family's ancestors. Now Fang Feng's magic marksmanship was learned carefully and carefully from his biological mother.

It's just that the Fang family's ancestral Mangyuan Silver Spear has been destroyed by his mentor, the Secret Servant Futu, and the Divine Marksmanship that he has painstakingly practiced for ten years is useless.

Every day in the future, Fang Feng could only hold the Firmament Divine Sword in his hand, and he missed the sweet memories of himself and the Mangyuan Silver Spear in the past.

As for Fang Feng's biological father, Fu Huanjing, who is his junior brother, has never heard him mention it once. Maybe that's the softest place in the depths of his soul!

The silver spear in Fang Feng's previous hand was also inherited from his mother. According to his mother, this artifact was given to his mother by his biological father to protect himself. This was the first time Fang Feng realized that his father, who had never met him, was not a merciless person.

Fang Feng has been naughty and willful since he was a child, and he is a completely rebellious teenager in his bones.

It's just that when Fang Feng's mother was alive, he couldn't bear to worry about his mother all day long, and always pretended to be well-behaved and sensible. Since his mother died of illness, he no longer restrained his temperament and wandered the five borders of the fantasy world.

Being nosy is his biggest hobby, and he has been insisting on it for ten years.

In the past ten years, he has been in this huge five-way border of the illusory world, and he has been causing trouble. But he also did a lot of righteous deeds, and killed some evil spirits who were less shallower.

Only that time on the shore of the East China Sea, Fang Feng used the Mangyuan Silver Spear in his hand to whip the buttocks of the barbarian princess Meng Yingyan in the Valhalla of the Illusory Realm.

This seemingly fatal and terrible act made Fang Feng create some fame.

Since then, the place where Fang Feng has passed has been cultivated as an ordinary thief. As soon as you hear his name, even in this sunny noon, there will be a timidity and cold air in your heart.

Therefore, the people in the phantom world gave him Fang Feng a reputation as a "bandit killer".

Fang Feng is particularly fond of robbing and helping the poor, which should be more accurately called: robbing the big thief and helping the poor.

Fang Feng always likes to humiliate those robbers who occupy the mountains as kings, and do everything possible to rob them of the treasures and items in their hands, and then distribute them to some poor women and children free of charge.

In Fang Feng's rules of chivalry and righteousness, there are only those who can be robbed and those who can't be robbed, and there is no robbery or not, and whether they dare to rob or not.

Because it is also his nature to be bold and reckless.

Fang Feng was alone, and he had already taken more than 100 steps into this dense bamboo forest!

A small wooden house that is not very conspicuous slowly emerges from the dense forest.

The cabin wasn't very big, just enough for Fang Feng to live in. There was nothing left in the hut except for the dusty stove and bed.

Fang Feng casually leaned the Firmament Divine Sword in his hand against the edge of the bamboo wall. Then, he opened the package in his hand, looked at the glittering gold and silver jewelry inside, laughed twice, and then threw the package into the small box like garbage, leaned sideways against the door, looked at the blue sky through a gap in the dense leaves, and was silent for a long time.

In the blink of an eye, the sun had set in the West Mountain, and the silver plate had been hung high in the air, and Fu Huanjing was stunned for half a day.

Fu Huanjing was not in a hurry to eat dinner, but took a leaf from his side at random and gently put it to his mouth, different from his out-of-tune humming, the sound he made with the leaves was as beautiful as a lark, like a nightingale, as if a breeze was coming, causing faint ripples on the surface of the lake of the soul.

The next day, when the wheel of the day was just flooded, Fu Huanjing had already packed up his things, carrying a silver gun and walking towards the mountain road, every day there will be different people walking on this mountain road, Fu Huanjing is very principled, if it is the old and weak women and children who walk, he will not only let them pass, but also help deal with the bandits and rogues who want to make a move.

If it was a merchant or official with a full stomach, he would stand by and watch, and even if someone made a raid, he would not take action, but would wait until these people got their hands and rob them.

Sitting on the branch of a big tree by the mountain road early, Fu Huanjing waited for his "prey" while pretending to sleep.

After a while, the sound of the wheels turning came into Fu Huanjing's ears from a distance, and the eyes that were sleeping opened a gap, revealing a hint of brilliance.

The sound of the carriage approached, Fu Huanjing skimmed slightly, then turned his head sideways, and no longer paid attention to it, the carriage passing by was extremely luxurious, even the servants who drove the carriage were wearing gold and silver, and there were even more than ten or twenty guards around, it seemed that it was the convoy of a big family, but the people on this road would never let go of such a big fish.

Sure enough, as Fu Huanjing expected, the carriage had already been stopped before it passed the big tree under his feet.

"Stop! This road is my territory, uncle, if you think about it, you must first honor and honor uncle!"

It was a one-eyed man in a short animal skin shirt who spoke, with a cold double-edged axe in his hand, and dozens of bandits with weapons stood behind him, sneering while slowly surrounding the convoy.

The guards of the convoy were also quite vegetarians, and immediately protected the people and things of the convoy, and a leader stepped forward to talk to the one-eyed man: "This friend, we have urgent business to travel, how about a convenient trip?"

As he spoke, he arched his hand to the big man, then took it into his arms, weighed a small bag embroidered with gold a few times, and threw it to the one-eyed man.

It seems to be quite upright, the one-eyed man smiled and caught the bag, checked it slightly, his brows immediately raised, and he didn't greet the leader, but started talking about something with a few thieves behind him.

Fu Huanjing, who was watching all this from the tree, showed a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, and muttered in his mouth: "Cut meat and feed the hungry tiger, this is to put yourself in." ”

The one-eyed man seemed to have finished his discussion, turned to the leader and showed a greedy smile and said, "Brothers, keep an eye on them all, don't let one go!"

"Oh!"

When the leader heard the big man's words, he immediately broke into a cold sweat, but he still mustered up the courage to drink: "You don't pay faith! I have obviously given you enough tolls!"

After hearing his words, the big man glanced at the bandits beside him, and then laughed: "Brothers, listen up! This stupid big man actually talks about faith and righteousness with the robbery, hahaha! I really laughed to death." ”

The leader blushed when he heard this, as if to hide his gaffe, and shouted with great fanfare: "Don't let them bully us! Pull out the guys for me! Teach these pranksters a good lesson!"

"Hmph! Who teaches who doesn't know!"

The big man sneered, and as soon as his big thick hand was raised, another wave of bandits emerged from the bushes behind him, and the blades that flashed cold reflected the greedy and bloodthirsty smiles of the bandits.

Just as the leader of the convoy kept praying in his heart, and the men under the big man were shrinking the encirclement step by step, a crisp voice broke the tense atmosphere.

"Stop!"

"When is the bright moon? I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace? I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. The high place is not cold, dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? Turn the Zhu Pavilion, the low Qihu, and shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

This poem was originally written by a genius surnamed Su in the fantasy world, and when Fu Huanjing first read it, he only felt that it was clear and beautiful.

As the years go by, today's Fu Huan is holding the scroll and rewarding it again, and before he reads it, he is already in tears.

"I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together. ”

Fu Huanjing once heard Ruan Qingting, a witch in the human world, say that men and women in the world like to compare their beloved other half to the bright moon and a bronze mirror to send lovesickness. When they go to Chanjuan together, can they also see each other from a distance?

The bright moon on the horizon hangs over the night from ancient times to the present. I don't know how many people have looked forward to it.

Jiang flooded Xie Zhuang, to the month to be endowed.

Li Bai Wang Jian, pointing to the moon and singing.

Leaving a woman to recruit a husband, or an independent window, or shrinking into the cold.

Of course, there are also idlers who compose music and play a line of grievances and hatreds between the two places.

Now, you and I, master and apprentice, are in the troubled world of the illusionary world. Such a good night of the bow and jade wheel, those ancient chanting and sighing, how can they give away the lovesickness of the moon in this situation?

In the southerly direction of the phantom realm, there is a mountainous area, the mountain is high and strange, one of the peaks has the name of "a stone inserts into the sky, and the clouds are together", and later got the name of Qiyun Mountain, there are Baiyue, Wanshou, Gongri peaks near the left of Qiyun Mountain. Several emperors of the Southern Dynasty were tired of listening to metaphysical nonsense, and went to the Buddha Temple, and Emperor Wu of Liang gave up his life to Tongtai Temple four times, when Taoism was suppressed.

The people who taught the neutral and pure people had no intention of going to the temple, so they simply went to the outside of the people, and they opened mountains and established factions one after another, and rarely interacted with the court. Among them, Mr. Zhou and the students went to Qiyun Mountain, talking about the mystery all day long, serving Dan and paying poems, and the celebrities in the suburbs also made friends with each other, and became famous. There are also Shangqi Renxia people who smell the freedom of Qiyun Mountain, go up the mountain to visit, fencing with each other, Sui and Tang Dynasties, Qiyun Mountain's martial arts are flourishing.

Hundreds of years on the mountain bachelors, chivalrous and mixed, mountain people are often well versed in Huang Lao, and then often to Xuan said the sword, the qi tried the way, actually from the Zhuangzi seven articles to understand three sets of swordsmanship, and later was called "Qiyun swordsmanship" passed down to the present, Qiyun faction has no time.

Qiyun faction has been passed to the sixteenth person since there is a head, Lu Tonglu is sitting in the same hall with all the disciples at the moment, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the hall burns incense and lamps, sits down to drink and poems, a joy. Several young disciples were stepping on the carpet in the middle hall, dancing swords and worshipping the moon, pretending to be delicate, which attracted laughter from the audience.

A young man took his turn to write a poem, and when he saw that he was handsome and handsome, he said: "It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, who in my faction is not the temperament of absenteeism, the bones of the prodigal, there is nothing to say, those who want to build mountains and books are blocked out, today is happy, and tomorrow I am afraid that I will die? ”

When he read Yue Ji, he smiled at the disciple who danced the sword, and drank a glass of wine. Suddenly applause, cheers, laughter rang out in the hall. This young man's name is Li Daiyu, and he is Lu Tong's eldest disciple, who is not rude, peaceful and smiling, and is very admired among the disciples.

Li took the rain to salute, sat down gracefully, and looked at the bright moon by the window at will.

To the northwest of Qiyun Mountain, is Gongri Peak, and here is the location of the classic Sword Pavilion of the Qiyun School. Said that the sword pavilion was built in the Tang Dynasty in the first year, and then repaired several times, that is, now more than 30 zhang high, the pavilion is obedient and hard.

There are a lot of martial arts classics in the pavilion, in addition, the scriptures, history, children, collection of books are complicated, and the corridor ring wall displays the calligraphy and painting treasures of the literati and skilled craftsmen of the past dynasties. It is said that the Sword Pavilion is embedded in the side of the peak, facing the mountain path on one side, and cutting the mountain on the other side.

At this time, there was really a person hanging on the cliff of Gongri Peak, and I saw that his clothes were upside down, and as soon as his wide sleeves fell, the person gently rose up a few feet. After another half an hour, on the eaves corner of the Sword Pavilion, the man took off his outer clothes, and put them into the package in half stacks and half balls, showing an indigo suit, and wearing a mask.

But I saw him walking lightly around the top of the huge pavilion, peeking towards the mountain path, the path was full of fallen leaves, and it stretched out to the empty courtyard under the eaves, which was very secluded. There are several clusters of chrysanthemums planted under the north wall, and they bloom yellow and white. The man in Tsing Yi was in a window facing the skew, leaning down and listening carefully on the tile, near and far, the insects chirped faintly, and there was no other sound.

Only then did he lean out of the window, but when he heard a squeak, the window page had been quietly opened by the man, and suddenly the moonlight leaked into the room, and the man in green clothes couldn't help but moan "ah".

I saw that in front of me is a quaint small room, the west wall is a wooden bed, the remaining three-way wall is full of calligraphy and paintings, at first entering the room, it can be said that it is a big and elegant rare thing and near the window There is a young man sitting on the ground, who is looking out of another window, and with the window open, he turned his head to look.

The young man looked frightened, his eyes forgot to blink, and his throat was dull. The man in Tsing Yi was stunned first, flashed his body quickly, bullied the young man's side, blocked his mouth, sealed the acupoint on the young man's chest, took out a small knife with the length of a finger, and put it up in front of the tip of the young man's nose, and said: "Don't make a sound, otherwise I will ......"

Saying that, the young man only felt that the palm pressed on his mouth was smooth and porcelainous, and it was slightly fragrant, and his heart flashed, and he stabilized his mind a little.

He nodded slightly, and as he was forced to leave, the young man exhaled tremblingly, and said with a reluctant smile: "Sister, are you here to admire the moon? Su Wenchan is quiet and quiet on the moon, that Chang'e is used to living, and she is naturally tired of the liveliness of some feasts, maybe tonight and this moment, the gods on the moon are on their first way here, and they want to shadow seven people with you and me!"

Before his voice sank, he continued: "Oh, isn't it really wonderful that my sister is Aunt Chang'e, such a steep cliff, only the gods can dance down from the moon, and before the window, the disciple is really flattered, speechless, incoherent!"

Fu Huan wants to get out of the square inch of this illusory world, and he must defeat the Seven Star Spirit Venerable of the illusory world one by one.

The first is Su Mu, the head of the Seven Stars of the Illusory Realm, and now the master of Murong Bo, the supreme combat power of the Illusory Realm.

Fu Huanjing adheres to the eternal truth of knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent and not being defeated in a hundred battles. He privately used the Heavenly Machine Stone in his floating dust bag to look at the fifty glorious years of the seven-star sword leader Su Mu.

It turned out that he Su Mu was originally a chivalrous thief in the fantasy world who robbed the rich and helped the poor, and he couldn't get used to the corrupt officials and corrupt officials looting the people's fat and ointment, and gave it to the common people by stealing the money of corrupt officials and corrupt officials.

During a horse escape from the city, he Su Mu inadvertently brought up the skirt of a beautiful woman. Seeing that the officers and soldiers of the illusion world did not chase after him, he immediately dismounted and apologized, asking for the woman's forgiveness.

didn't expect to fall in love at first sight, so he thief Su Mu secretly decided not to be a thief anymore, and wanted to take that beautiful woman as his wife.

But God is as people wish, although Su Mu stole the heart of that beautiful woman and spent three years of sweet life like a fairy couple with him. And he accompanied the beautiful woman to eat noodles in the alley, talked and laughed with snow, and did not hesitate to use the night pearl as a marble to shoot down the. However, the thief Su Mu never gave the beautiful woman any token of love. This caused him to be so distressed that he couldn't sleep all night.

Soon after, the thief Su Mu decided to marry the beautiful woman in the fantasy world. He heard that in the Valhalla on Fangcun Mountain in the Illusory Realm, there was a Fengming hosta that could protect a woman's ageless appearance.

So, the thief Su Mu wanted to get it and give it to his beloved.

According to the rumors of the old people in the fantasy world, the phoenix hosta can make a pair of infatuated couples inseparable.

The thief Su Mu wanted to steal it, said goodbye to his beloved woman, and said that he would come to marry her in a few days, so he lightly set foot on the road to Fangcun Mountain.

On the way back, I heard that the big devil of the illusion world, Tianya Sword, had been slaughtered, and the beautiful woman was in Yangsheng City. Burning, killing and looting all the way, the people are not happy, the thief rushed back to Bianliang non-stop, hoping that the woman would be well, but still had to accept the reality that she had died in Huangquan, the thief broke his liver and intestines, regretted that she should not be left alone in Bianliang to help helpless, and hated that stealing is stealing, maybe whether or not robbing the rich and helping the poor, there will be retribution.

But the hatred can not be stopped, the thief abandoned the thief to join the army, with the nostalgia for the woman, the battlefield killed the enemy as brave as a tiger, and finally the Jin army was defeated, the thief shot Yan Ketu, and was therefore named the general of the protector of the country, but he had no attachment to the money official, so he resigned from the court and returned to his hometown, returned to the alley where he crossed with the woman before, and became a storyteller.

Every day, the front of the hall is full, and the people love to listen to him tell the story of a thief, a general and a woman in the thief's "Yixiao Xuan", and everyone scatters, but in vain the storyteller's back hall burst into tears, looking at the loquat tree planted by the woman in the courtyard, the hosta that hangs on the treetops and never gives out, the hosta also tells the story of the thief who told all the things in his life, but he couldn't get out of his own story after all.

Su Mu felt a terrible headache and woke up to find himself in the room of an illusory woman.

"Princess, you have finally woken up, and Fuyu is dying. The girl who looked like a maid on the side said.

"Princess, beauty, don't be kidding, I still have to go to work!" said Yun Ting, who got up and wanted to wash up and go to work.

Suddenly, Yun Ting felt something more on his chest, touched it, and almost fainted in fright.

Yun Ting rummaged in the mirror in the room in a panic, and saw that he had become a beautiful woman in the mirror, and Yun Ting wanted to die.

After talking with the maid, Yun Ting knew his ancient identity, Li Yunji, the only daughter of the Southern Tang Emperor, and in two days, she would reach the age of marriage.

Yun Ting recalled the whole process of why he came to this Nantang, and found that he could only find himself in this Nantang before he could return to his original world.

Yun Ting, who first arrived in the Southern Tang Dynasty, was full of curiosity about everything in ancient times, and he had eaten all the delicacies in the palace.

While eating and drinking, Yun Ting is also looking for him in this world all over the country. At this time, the Southern Tang Dynasty was ostensibly ruled by her father, Emperor Li Sheng, but in fact, the whole country had already been divided into nine parts of the world. The Yuwen Tuo family of the former dynasty managed all kinds of things in the imperial city of Juezhou, the general Feng Tang and his family led the national military and horse power to garrison Huozhou, and the seven younger brothers of the father and emperor were in charge of the remaining seven states, each independent and had its own military and political affairs.

In the eyes of the world, Li Sheng's world has been eaten by these nine families. Li Yunji's father, because he loved her mother deeply, promised her not to marry another in this life. With the early death of Yun Ji's mother, there is no successor to the Southern Tang Dynasty, and the world is full of heroes, all waiting for Li Sheng's death to seek to usurp the throne.

Looking at the peaceful and peaceful Southern Tang Dynasty, Yun Ji did not want the arrival of the troubled times, so she begged her father to let her concubine become the future heir of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

With Yun Ji's adulthood, Li Sheng began to recruit a horse for Yun Ji, and the sons and daughters of the nine families were indispensable, competing to please Li Sheng, and pouring all the state's financial resources to win the position of the horse master.

Yuwen Tuo's son Yu Wenjue, relying on his father's power in the court, flies around like a headless fly in front of Yun Ji every day. Yun Ji, who was bored in her heart, decided to go out of the palace to play and relieve her boredom.

Yun Ji, who was dressed as a civilian, took Digo, the number one master in Ouchi, and went out of the palace after a simple tidying up. Before the trip, Yun Ji left a letter to her father, explaining that the purpose of this trip was for the future of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and she wanted to meet the princes of Kyushu one by one, know the roots, and decide who was her concubine, the future emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

The next day, Emperor Li Sheng told the world that because the princess was infected with a strange disease, the recruitment of horses was postponed to a year later.

Yun Ji thought to herself, this prince of Kyushu, Yuwen Jue of Juezhou Imperial City was the first to refuse, and every day in front of her, she was annoyed to death. Next, Yun Ji is going to Fuzhou to see if the general's little prince is a colt.

Yun Ji and Di Ge rode to Fuzhou to meet Feng Hazy, the son of the generalissimo of the military horse.

"Yun Jue, don't run, let me catch you this time, I have to pick your skin. Ah Fu gasped and not far ahead, a child who grimaced at him yelled and cursed.

"Come and get me, Fat Pig, your wallet is with me!" Yun Jue said, shaking the wallet he had just stolen from Ah Fu.

When Yun Jue turned around and wanted to continue to escape, he suddenly collided with a girl. "Which one is not long-eyed, dare to hit you Jue Ye and me. Yun Jue clutched her aching ass and scolded.

At this time, Ah Fu had already arrived in front of Yun Jue and picked him up with one hand. "You little rabbit cub, you still haven't run out of my Five Finger Mountain!" Ah Fu sneered at Yun Jue.

At this point, the woman's heart is difficult to return, and the thief also has a way.

Ye Rui, the second elder of the Seven Stars of the Illusory Realm, is the right-hand man of the Demon Venerable's eldest grandson.

"Who didn't have long eyes, knocked down our Snow Dancer, wasn't you?" exclaimed the butler Miller to the people around him.

"It's this fat pig, it's him, it's him. Ah Fu was at a loss and was pointed at by Yun Jue and said.

"Beat, beat me to death!" the chief butler instructed his subordinates to point at Ah Fu and said viciously.

"My lord, the villain was wronged! It was the little cub who knocked him down, not the villain. Ah Fu begged while being beaten.

"Yo! this is not very old, and the ability to wronged people is not small!" Xue Wu flew and grabbed Yun Jue's shoulder, who wanted to slip away.

"Oh! The eldest lady is merciful, and the villain will not dare anymore. Yun Jue cried out in pain.

"No way, Miller, let that guy go, bring this bad boy back to the house, I'm going to have some fun with him. Snow Dance commanded Miller.

"Little brother, you're going to like it. Miller patted Yun Jue's shoulder and laughed.

In this way, Yun Jue was put in the prime minister's mansion by two thick men. Xue Wu is the only daughter of Cao Luomi, the prime minister of the Great Yan Dynasty, and is regarded as the pearl of the palm, and she is well cared for, and all kinds of martial arts are taught to her. The little emperor Jue Ming, who was in the palace, heard that the prime minister's daughter Xue Wu was shocked, and he wanted to see him for many days and nights.

That night, Yun Jue relied on her housekeeping skills to steal the house key and prepare to jump over the wall.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to jump out of the wall, he collided with Jue Ming, who wanted to jump into the wall. Both of them fell to the ground in the wall, and the noise was so loud that it alarmed the guards in the house. As a result, both were arrested and locked up in their rooms.

"How did you end up locked up here?" Jue Ming asked Yun Jue curiously.

"It's not the prime minister's crazy daughter, she bullies people and runs rampant. Yun Jue said indignantly.

"It's impossible, right? Everyone in the world says that the daughter of the prime minister is shocking, her skin is like cream, and she is beautiful and moving. Jue Ming asked suspiciously.

"Well, it's really beautiful, it's frozen, I'm cold to death. Yun Jue reluctantly answered.

"Little villain, I don't know if this girl is frozen or not, but after a while, you will definitely be very cold. Xue Wu pushed open the door and smiled weirdly at Yun Jue.

There are many warlocks in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and one wants to refine the elixir, and it is necessary to feed the giant python with the blood of a child. So, Xue Wu used Yun Jue's waste to help the warlock refine the elixir.

The giant python likes to be wet and cold, so Xue Wu puts Yun Jue on the ice bed and releases the warlock's giant python to let it eat away at Yun Jue's flesh and blood.

"Little witch, my Jue Ye will definitely not let you go, if I survive this time, I must marry you, so that you will serve me for the rest of your life. Yun Jue lay on the ice bed, struggling with the chains and shouting at Xue Wu outside the door.

"Okay! I'll wait, I'm still thinking about how to survive!" Xue Wu said with a smile outside the door.

I saw that the giant python slowly approached the ice bed, opened its bloody mouth, and wanted to eat Yun Jue in one bite. said that it was too late, it was too fast, Yun Jue used the gadget in his hand to untie the chains, and hurriedly flew away from the fatal blow of the giant python.

Yun Jue and the giant python have been fighting for a long time, and their physical strength is a little exhausted, and they want to solve this monster quickly, if they are not eaten, they will be exhausted to death. Thinking about it, Yun Jue hugged the giant python's abdomen, stabbed the gadget seven inches from the giant python, and stabbed him through the heart. Yun Jue used up her last bit of strength and lay on the ground weakly. I saw that the giant python was seven inches away, revealing a piece of reckless plain, shining with dazzling light.

It just so happens that Yun Jue is very hungry, don't swallow the reckless plain, uncleaned. Yun Jue felt so full, and her belly was about to die, as if it was about to explode.

Outside the door, Xue Wu heard the heart-rending howl of Yun Jue indoors, and thought that it was done, and opened the door to recover the giant python. Who knows, I saw the huge python lying on the ground, leaving only Yun Jue flying up and down in pain on the ground. "Is that kid going to eat Mangyuan, get him caught quickly!" the warlock cried out in horror.

At this time, Yun Jue sucked Mangyuan, and suddenly increased his strength for sixty years, and these guards who couldn't help but fight were his opponents. I saw Yun Jue flying one by one, and one guard being kicked far away, and the rest of the guards didn't dare to take a step forward. After increasing so much power for a while, Yun Jue felt that his chest was unbearably hot, and he ran into the distance like crazy, until he reached the lake, and a fierce man plunged into it before it stopped.

That day, Yun Jue woke up by the lake and found that she had inexhaustible strength. He just stood up on the ground, and he felt as light as a swallow. He recalled what had happened last night, as if it were so unreal. So, he slashed at a tree by the lake with a heavy palm. To his surprise, not only the tree he had chopped, but also the row of trees behind that tree exploded.

Xue Wu was angry at Yun Jue's loss, missing a plaything, and was about to beat Jue Ming to death, but was stopped by his father. "Snow dance, no, that's when the emperor is the emperor, you can't make a mistake, don't hurry up and loosen the emperor's bonds. The prime minister rebuked his daughter.

"He didn't tell me, he is the emperor, I don't loosen my bonds, I love to loosen you. Xue Wu pouted and angrily threw down the whip and complained to her father.

"Don't mind, the emperor, my little girl is spoiled by me, I will loosen the ties for you, I hope the emperor has a lot of adults, don't be like the little girl. The prime minister hurriedly ran over to untie the rope for the emperor.

Last night's warlock told the general Kuisha about the unfortunate death of the giant python overnight and the whole process of Mangyuan being sucked by others. Angry, he broke the warlock's neck with one hand, and ordered his men to swear to find the boy at all costs.

Yun Jue muttered in her heart, thinking that she would definitely not be able to live her previous life again. He was afraid of stealing other people's wallets and others chasing him, so he accidentally slapped the person who was chasing him to death. Just as he was muttering in the forest, he didn't know where the road ahead was. Suddenly, in a cave not far away, a voice came: Little brother, come in. Anyway, he is strong and protects his body, he is not afraid of heaven and earth, so he goes in and finds out.

The more Yun Jue walked deeper into the cave, the more mysterious it became, and a candle flame flickered in the depths of the cave. Walking up, Yun Jue found an old man sitting cross-legged on a futon meditating, muttering words he didn't understand. Yun Jue found that the old man ignored him, so he began to play with the old man's beard and hair. "Have you had enough? My future Prime Minister of the Great Yan Dynasty, Zhuge Yunjue. The old man asked softly.

Yun Jue was startled by the old man's sudden words, and took a few steps back. "Old man, you can talk! I thought you were a dumb person? But you said that I would be the prime minister in the future, is it funny? I am a scoundrel pickpocket in the market, so I am not at ease, so I don't want to be the prime minister who is busy to die!" Yun Jue quipped.

"Little brother, this is the destiny of heaven, you can't disobey it. Just as you have suddenly gained sixty years of skill, is there a way not to accept it?" asked the old man.

"Old boy, how did you know that I suddenly gained strength, could it be that you are an immortal?" Yun Jue asked suspiciously.

"This is all the destiny of heaven, the court has always been inseparable from the rivers and lakes, and your arrival is for the future peace of the court and the rivers and lakes. The old man said and disappeared.

"Old boy, don't go! you can make it clear!" Yun Jue said as he looked around for the old man.

"Young man, do it yourself!" The cave was gone, and so was Lin Hai.

Yun Jue didn't have time to figure out what was going on, when he saw a group of bandits looting in front of him.

"Stop me, you beasts!" Yun Jue conjured up a gentleman's sword, pointed the tip of the sword at the group of thieves and scolded.

"Yo he! This Great Yan Dynasty is not afraid of death, and there are many people who are not afraid of death, and Plundering Ma will take out the list of heroes and heroes we killed, and I will see how many things this thing is that I don't know whether to live or die?" said to Yun Jue proudly.

"Boss, three. Plunder said loudly.

"You're my boss, didn't I tell you? more than a hundred, more than a hundred, remember?" whispered the bandit leader as he twisted his ears.

"More than a hundred, more than a hundred. Ploma covered her red ears and kept emphasizing.

"Okay, don't slap your swollen face, fat man, do you see the tree next to you?" said Yun Jue, the leader of the resurrected bandits.

"What's the matter? you're going to hang yourself from that tree?" laughed the chief.

I saw Yun Jue use the internal force to conjure up countless gentleman's swords, and forcibly put down the giant tree beside the leader.

Frightened, the leader fell from his horse, and a group of bandits fled in all directions.

"Brother, do you say your head is hard, or is that tree hard?" Yun Jue asked, pointing to the leader's head.

"The tree is hard, the tree is hard. The leader who peed his pants stammered.

Yun Jue hurriedly picked up the girl who was almost insulted by the bandits just now and put on clothes for her.

"Thank you for the hero's life-saving grace, if the hero is not too troublesome, I don't know if the hero is willing to go all the way?" asked Cao Yuanwai.

"It's so good, I don't know where to go, then fight the sword world, punish the evil and promote the good!" Yun Jue agreed.

Cao Shuang, the daughter of the outsider, was bright and moving, and she was very lovable.

Seeing that Yun Jue was interested in his baby daughter, he asked Yun Jue in the traveling carriage, "Hero, do you have a marriage match?"

"Haha! The eldest husband is in the prime of life, and he should show his ambitions in his chest, have the world in his mind, and his children are long, and he doesn't care much about himself. Yun Jue said as she drank her wine.

"So very good, the age of the little girl's marriage, I don't know what the hero wants?" asked the outsider.

"How not? Is that good? It all depends on the young lady's mind. Yun Jue said shyly.

"Since ancient times, the marriage of children has been at the behest of their parents, so let's put it that way, son-in-law. The staff looked at Yun Jue and said with satisfaction.

"The staff looked at it highly, and looked at it highly. Yun Jue nodded in agreement.

Nearly half a month later, a major plague broke out in Fuzhou, and Cao Shuang unfortunately contracted the disease, and his condition worsened every day. Yun Jue searched everywhere for a good solution, but to no avail. Watching his wife get thinner day by day, Yun Jue was very sad.

Suddenly, someone said to Yun Jue, "If you want to save the young grandmother's life, you have to go to Lei Tingya and get the Soul Restoration Grass." ”

Yun Jue has heard a little about the Soul Restoration Grass, and heard that on the Thunder Ya that is not high on the top of the mountain, countless famous doctors have returned in vain, and no one has ever seen the grass.

But for the sake of his confidante, Yun Jue is willing to do whatever it takes, and he also wants to get the treasure of the world.

Yun Jue packed up his clothes a little and set off for Lei Tingya, along the way, his heroic stories were spread all over the rivers and lakes, saving countless heroes and heroes, and punishing countless squire bullies.

When Yun Jue obtained the Soul Restoration Grass and returned to Cao Yuanwai's mansion, Cao Shuang had already passed away for more than a month.

"Hey, I regret that I can't control myself, and I patronize the evil and promote the good along the way, delaying my wife's life!" Yun Jue buried her head and cried in front of Cao Shuang's grave.

"Son-in-law, there is no need to be so sad, the little girl has a letter for me to entrust to you, and she does not blame you. Cao Yuanwai wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and gave the letter in his arms to Yun Jue.

"Husband, there is not much time for my wife, and I naturally know in my heart, how can I love my husband so much, I am willing to go to the cliff and ask for that glimmer of hope for me. I don't regret that Lin Hai met you, I don't regret getting along with you for less than half a month, and I don't regret falling in love with you. I regret that I can't continue to see the stars shining in the sky with you, I regret that I can't see the sea of flowers bloom again, and I regret that I can't raise my eyebrows with you and love each other until you get old. ”

After reading the letter, Yun Jue cried and was reluctant to leave for a long time.

The general Kui Sha here can't stand it, a scoundrel pickpocket in the market, how can He De let all the major sects in the rivers and lakes respect him as the leader of the martial arts alliance?

Kuisha originally wanted to unite with the Voodoo Sect to control the eight masters in his own hands, waiting for an opportunity to overthrow the rule of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Unexpectedly, Zhuge Yunjue, the leader of the martial arts alliance, was killed halfway, which made him angry.

"Alliance leader, someone outside the door said that it was your old friend and wanted to see you. Sarn said to Yun Jue, who was full of alcohol.

"No way, how can I have old friends, it's almost the same as having drinking friends. Yun Jue continued to drink a glass of wine to anesthetize her thoughts of her late wife.

"Lord Alliance, Xue Wu, the daughter of the Prime Minister, has come to visit, hoping to help you in the next big favor. Xue Wu reluctantly said to Yun Jue, who was once a prisoner of her subordinates.

"Sarn, look, take a closer look, who is this! Isn't this the Snow Dancing Girl who has a big temper enough to tear down the Great Yan Dynasty? Why did she come to me now? Sarn, give me a slap in the face and see if I was dreaming?" Yun Jue looked at Xue Wu and said to Sarn.

"Smack" Sarn really slapped him in the face.

"Sarn, have you lived enough, and the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance dares to fight?" Yun Jue covered his face in disbelief and asked Sarn.

Xue Wu chuckled.

"Didn't the alliance leader say it? You made me hit you, and I can't be blamed for that. Sarn retorted.

"I'm the leader of the martial arts alliance at all, what are my subordinates!" Yun Jue laughed at herself.

"Don't be poor, Yun Jue, my father was poisoned by the warlock of the great general Kuisha, and only your blood can cure it. Come with me to the Prime Minister's Mansion to save my father, don't delay any longer, he's dying. Xue Wu begged Yun Jue.

"Oh! I see, I really have nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace! I have to think about it, my blood is precious! I have to use it well, and use it in the right place. Yun Jue seemed to be thinking about something.

"I will give you as much gold and silver as you want, as long as you are willing to save my father's life. Xue Wu said to Yun Jue.

"No, no, no, I'm not lacking as the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance now, but your arrival reminds me of how you treated me before, should I be courteous?"

"Yun Jue, what are you going to do, I'm the prime minister's daughter, don't you want to live?" Xue Wu shouted as she banged on the door.

"Oh, the prime minister's daughter, I'm so scared! My heart is going to jump out. Yun Jue said to the room.

"Look at the poisonous snake on the table, are you familiar with it? Although it is not as big as the one you hurt me at the beginning, but it is a lot!" Yun Jue smiled and leaned back and forth.

"Yun Jue, you shameless and lewd villain, I won't let you succeed, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid of poisonous snakes. Xue Wu said with the fear in her heart.

"Oh, you're not afraid, then have a good time with them!haha!" Yun Jue was at the door, ready to listen to Xue Wu's screams.

Yun Jue unknowingly opened the lock of the door, and deliberately waited at the door, waiting for the panicked Xue Wu to run out of the room to see her make a fool of herself.

Unexpectedly, after a while, there was no sound in the room, Yun Jue felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly kicked open the door, took out Xue Wu, who was bitten by a poisonous snake, sucked out the snake venom for her, and fed her the blood of his own Mangyuan to drink.

Only then did he save the life of this young lady and scared Yun Jue into a cold sweat.

Sarn laughed on the side, "It's too big, right? One thought he wouldn't leave, the other thought he would stay, you two were a perfect match." ”

"Don't talk about it, you are here to help me take care of her temporarily, and I will go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to save her father. Otherwise, she will wake up and die again. Yun Jue told Sain.

Everything is the same as the general Kui Sha thought, Yun Jue still fell into the plan after all.

The Prime Minister's Mansion has already been laid by Kuisha, as long as Yun Jue enters, he will not be able to escape.

Yun Jue Yujian flew, and after a while, he came to the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and when he saw the Prime Minister's Mansion, it was unusually quiet.

Yun Jue pushed open the door and saw ten thousand arrows shooting at him.

When the ten thousand arrows were about to touch Yun Jue's body, the profound power in his body condensed into a barrier and blocked all the poisonous arrows.

Yun Jue used a shadow clone technique, cleanly knocked all the general's subordinates to the ground, and walked straight to the prime minister's bedroom.

Seeing that the prime minister was dying, he hurriedly cut his wrist, dripped a bowl of Mangyuan blood for the prime minister, and fed him to take it.

Xue Wu, who woke up, was worried about her father, and hurriedly returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and saw that the ground was full of overturned assassins, and she was even more worried about her father.

When she arrived at the bedroom, she saw that her father's face was much better, but Yun Jue fainted by the bed.

"Yun Jue, come out and die!" shouted the general Kuisha outside the bedroom.

"Take care of your father, I'll come when I go. Yun Jue, said weakly.

"No, you can't go out and fight him, you're going to die. Xue Wu looked at the decadent Yun Jue worriedly.

"It's okay, who am I, I'm the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, have you forgotten? I said, when I see you again, you will marry me, I will not let such a beautiful wife be widowed." Yun Jue smiled at Xue Wu.

"When is it, still poor?" said Xue Wu with a smile.

"Yes, that's right! You should smile more, you see how good you laugh. Yun Jue instructed Xue Wudao.

Yun Jue used all his strength to pick up the gentleman's sword and go out to fight with Kuisha.

That's all I said, one step into the devil's way, half a life of love.