To say how Jing Ming fell into this stream would be a rather miserable history of blood and tears, in his own words: 'How can I be so unlucky.' ’

That day and night, Jing Ming rushed to the foot of the green mountain, the mountain pheasant and dog smelled each other, except for the clouds and mist floating in the mountains in the dark night, a bit of the appearance of the land of the immortals in the past, with the current situation, who would have thought that this was the towering sect Qingshan that had been removed from the Great Immortal Island in the world three hundred years ago, the young man was in the dust along the way, and he wanted to get the peerless exercises as soon as possible after remembering it, and he plunged into it after seeing the sword mountain covered by clouds and fog.

That's how the bad luck began.

Outside the mountain, the first layer of Sword Mountain was densely inserted with countless rusty iron swords, after the soles of his feet fell on it, the clouds and mist pushed over, and the young man's eyes were slightly flowered, but the original sword sea was a different scene, and there were only two swords in front of the young man, and there was nothing else, and even the iron sword he carried with him was gone.

The corners of Jing Ming's mouth curled.

Such a trick will be played with the old and unserious old Zhang Tou when he was very young, that guy is not only a pervert, but also a delicious ghost, notoriously like to deceive children, every time will be Xiao Jing Ming's teasing cry for an afternoon before stopping, the commonly used trick is to guess the left and right hands, take a stone in the hand, after the stone is moved in the hand, let Jing Ming, who is holding the sugar gourd, guess the right to eat, the little ghost who played the old ghost, ironclad to be played, childhood experience is used at this time, according to the old Zhang Tou's temper like to hide the stone on the right hand。

Jing Ming raised his hand and held the ancient sword floating on his right hand.

The sword was still a floating sword and was not taken down.

Soon Jing Ming wanted to let go, the sword on the left side was like a gambling little daughter-in-law, annoyed that Jing Ming didn't choose her, the tip of the sword provoked a stab, the young man reacted quickly, while taking a step back, the hand on the hilt of the sword was released, and he raised his slap and wanted to smash the sword down, but he didn't think that the little daughter-in-law here was angry that Jing Ming didn't choose her, and the little daughter-in-law in the hand was reluctant to let go, but the hand was not released, the body was torn apart, and he was about to be stabbed to death under the sword.

As soon as her hand was empty, the annoyed little daughter-in-law's sword disappeared in a flash, and the sticky little daughter-in-law was also a ruthless one and disappeared.

This is the first time that it is miserable.

When Jing Ming turned around, it was still that place, and there were still swords floating in the air, but from the two just now to three, and the three swords were exactly the same in appearance and size.

The boy thought that he had learned to be obedient, and he did not refer to anyone's experience, he was very firm that he should trust his intuition, intuition would not deceive, and his intuition told him that the one in the middle was the only true sword, and in order to confirm his intuition, he reached out and grabbed it...... This time I let go so quickly, I felt that this sword could not be taken off when I let go violently and my body retreated two steps back again and again, keeping the distance between two steps is still not enough, the foot lifted and retreated to half of the body suddenly stopped, as if hitting the wall, the young man turned his head to see, the wall is not a wall, to the same wall is almost a sword, the young man's combat experience is not old, the foot slipped forward to open the distance, the body immediately fell, the cheeks whirred through two gusts of wind, the two swords a left face and a right face, almost out of the rubbing past, the young man stood up and thumped in his chest, almost broke the phase, at this moment his back hurt, but the two swords that did not pierce the face went and returned, piercing the ribs on both sides, and two dull sounds sounded in the space, and the bones there were estimated to be broken.

This is the second worst.

At this time, Jing Ming was already half-squatting on the ground, and the place he looked up at had a new change in the unchanged, and there were seven swords floating in the fall, which were exactly the same from left to right, and Jing Ming, who had three wounds, was in good spirits at this time, holding his head high, as if he was going to the groom who was troubled by the bridesmaid group at his father-in-law's house, and the brides wearing the same clothes lined up for the groom to choose.

I don't know when Jing Ming became a man with an iron head.

He stood up.

A step forward.

Then the hand is raised.

Grab forward.

Scattering quickly, at least faster than just now, the sword floating on the left and right came faster, stabbing up and down, fortunately this time Jing Ming had a heart, the other hand remained vigilant, clenched his fist and smashed out the spine of the long sword on the left side, the long sword was smashed upside down, the young man seized the opportunity to hold the hilt, and the horizontal sword swept out the five swords that had been pointed to the body, this time it was good, although he was a little injured, it was not too serious, just when Jing Ming thought he could take a breath, the sword in his hand jumped out violently, and easily flipped over, the blade was on top, the hilt was below, cut from the bottom up, the young man could not retreat and was cut in the chest, and the wound could be seen as white bones。

In this way, the third worst was completed.

Jing Ming squatted on the ground.

Take out the placket in the package and tear it open, wrap it around the wound, that place has grown, the speed of differentiation and evolution is faster than that of the cub, differentiation into twenty-one swords, into a ring to wrap Jing Ming in the middle, Jing Ming believes in fate, at a glance it will not change, even if this world is ever-changing, there is only that position in the eyes, and the sword in that position, the arm is full of strength, and the sword in the middle position is grabbed, without thinking about it out of conscious reaction, the sword in the hand is drawn into a circle, only to hear a total of nineteen sounds, Jing Ming grasped the sword in his hand does not seem to be the real sword of the first layer of the sword mountain, the surrounding swords were killed one after another.

With the previous experience, this time the green tendons on the back of the palm of his sword bulged out, and he would definitely not let the sword slip out again.

"Is it here?"

Jing Ming roared, the soles of his feet slammed on the ground, the sound of the earth shattered into a pit, there was nothing in it, the long sword around it together with the one in his hand was a total of twenty-one, a total of nineteen sounds under the blade of the sword, there was no doubt that a sword did not fall with other swords, just now Jing Ming noticed a slight vibration under his feet, so he guessed that the sword was hidden under his feet, and he was full of confidence and slammed down, a pit.

The man in the pit turned his face with a look of resentment.

The sword that was already in the air at the moment was indeed hidden in the soles of his feet, Jing Ming ignored one point, the flying sword is extremely fast, and this sword is very fast, with the other nineteen long swords falling together, forming a spectacular picture of sword flowers blooming and a hundred swords together, the young man made a decisive choice, except for several important parts of his body, such as the crotch of his face, all other places were given up, and the clanging sounded for a while.

The boy crawled out of the bottom of the pit scarred.

And just like that, he finished the fourth time very badly.

That is, this time, he muttered, "Why am I so unlucky?" ”

Jing Ming sat cross-legged on the edge of the pit that was ploughed out by the sword, his face was raised, and he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth at this time at the head of the iron, just now, the team of long swords grew again, a total of eighty-one swords, this is not Jing Ming's count, these swords took the initiative to appear on the body of the sword, and the forty-first sword in the middle The body of the sword was slightly raised, and he took the initiative to announce that the person who had a terrible wound was here.

Jing Ming's temper will choose it.

Yes, Jing Ming chose it.

Whether he completed the fifth time is very miserable, the boy does not know, because he has fainted unconsciously, but when he fainted and was confused, a bright sword floated in front of his eyes, Qingshan Huangqi has a sword name flying, it is rumored that this sword comes from outside the sky, the most mysterious.

During the time when he was lying on the bed and his eyes were not opened, Jing Ming once thought that it was the monk who rescued him on the old mountain who saved him, so that he said at the first point of his mouth: "Thank you master for saving your life." ”

Seeing the appearance of the foreigner like this, Ming Cui'er smiled, looking at the embarrassment on this person's face, she felt that it was even more funny, learning the posture of the monk on the mountain, and said with one hand vertically: "The donor doesn't need to be polite, saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, this is what the old man should do." ”

The eccentric Cui'er shrank her neck and knocked chestnuts on her head.

But it was the big brother named Niu'er who got the silver to go to Huangqi Mountain to get over the hand, this kid didn't know if he couldn't get over his conscience or what, when the sun was about to set, it was over Daxing's gamble, and he took a detour to Chi Yu to get a bottle of the best gold medicine in the pharmacy, and when he returned home, he saw the famous Cui'er learning to be a monk, and he couldn't bear to knock on the head of the bald donkey who had hair and wanted to be a bald donkey.

Ming Cui'er turned around, and when she saw that it was the eldest brother, she became more and more angry, and muttered with her small mouth, "Brother, what are you doing?"

On an August day, the night was already very fast, and the oil lamps had already been lit in the house, and the wind blew through the not very bright lights, and the shadows of the brother and sister on the ground swayed from side to side.

Mingniu'er took out the hand behind his back, and it was wrapped in oiled paper.

Ming Cui'er's eyes lit up, I saw this thing earlier during the Chinese New Year, it was brought by the second brother who was working in Chi Yu, the little girl sniffed, jumped up and grabbed the oil paper bag, and said continuously: "It's roast chicken." ”

Holding the roast chicken, this little girl is happier than wearing new clothes, how can I remember the head being knocked by my brother at this time, the little hand stretched out and wanted to remove the fattest part of the chicken leg to eat, and then felt that my father was tired for a day and should eat chicken legs, so I tore off a small piece of skin on the chicken belly and put it in my mouth, wrapped the oil paper and licked my fingers very satisfied, and said, "Brother, you won money?"

Ming Niu'er carefully glanced at the young man on the bed, and saw that he was smiling, probably thinking that his belongings had been washed away by the river, so he immediately straightened his chest with peace of mind, and said, "That's not it, I killed the four winds ..... today."

Just as he was about to brag, an old man walked in.

Ming Niu'er quickly shut up, but he didn't dare to make a bet in front of his father, not because he was afraid of him fighting, but because he couldn't see his sad and shaky appearance, Ming Cui'er also hurriedly swallowed the words that he wanted him to buy paper kites back into his stomach, Ming Cui'er saw the eyes of his brother Ming Niu'er, and willingly handed the oiled paper package wrapped in roast chicken to the old man, and said, "Dad, this is the roast chicken that my brother bought." ”

Probably because he didn't want to shake out his ugliness in front of outsiders, he took the roast chicken with a humming sound.

The old man came to investigate Jing Ming's injuries, and asked Ming Cui'er to eat by the way.

The old man examined Jing Ming, and found that many wounds had healed, and his expression was very strange, and he pondered: "Could it be that the herbs prepared this time already have the skill of the master at the top of the mountain?" ’

Early the next morning, Jing Ming was able to get off the kang.

The old couple of famous families have already gone up the mountain to work, Ming Cui'er was told by the old man to take care of Jing Ming without going to the ground, as for Ming Niu'er slipped out after eating yesterday, and didn't come back until dawn today, at this moment the snoring sound is like thunder and sleeping, how can the young man not know that it was this person who stole his money, but he was saved by others, and the money was regarded as a reward.

The young man was about to go back to the house to rest after his activities, and when he looked up, he found that there was a monk standing on the mountain road for the purpose of kindness, and the man put his hands together and said, "The donor is polite." ”