"My fame will be raised in the mountains and seas. If the enemy repairs the dead corpse, it will surely stain the sea red. "Thinking of the Beihai touching the scene, his expression is desolate.

Li Shuishan looked at him squarely, and was silent until the mouth of this canyon, where there were hundreds of wandering boats, and there was a solo cultivator sitting on each boat, they looked at the two people who came with tired faces, and then put their vigilance on Li Shuishan's body, and a big man said in his mouth: "The mountain begins with the sea, and the sea begins with the mountain." If the mountain is high, the sea is low, and if the sea is high, there is no sea. This is a story born between the mountains and the sea, there are countless legends that leave the sound of blowing the horn, scattering and cultivating, leaving the song, the sun and the moon disappearing, only to see a sword can split the horizontal ditch between the mountain and the sea. You're a solo cultivator!"

"There are also cultivators of Taibei Mountain who want to seize the treasures of mountains and seas in the name of Zhengkai, killing countless people, sealing the sea, leveling the mountains, angry, angry, what a shame!"

He pointed at Li Shuishan and asked, "People from Taibei Mountain?"

Li Shuishan glanced at each other, trembling slightly in his heart, and said calmly: "Zhufeng Monk." ”

His fingertips snapped down, his bare upper body was covered with a stream of colored light, and he hammered his fist against the seawater, and with a bang, he splashed a half-zhang wave of water, and flew away with his strength, flying to a place where he couldn't see, and then said with a serious face: "Zhufeng Monk... How have you ever distinguished between heaven and earth? Why have you ever not killed a good demon? Why did you not ask your own heart, why did you step into the mountains and seas? Why did I survive here as a solitary cultivator? Why don't you go back to your mountains and seas and disturb our purity? Why?"

Li Shuishan couldn't answer, and was silent.

Nian Beihai got up and clenched his fists, and said to the big man: "Senior of the early south, this person is the person the island owner is looking for, don't be frightened." Besides, there is an essential difference between the Zhufeng monks and the other group of monks, so they must not be confused. ”

Chu Nanxiu's face was distorted, and he said hatefully: "Eat things inside and outside, you were born fatherless, and you dare to talk to me?" When I was born, the world's monophony surrounded me, the white bird sent mother water, the three-year-old killed the tiger demon with one punch, and at the age of ten, he thought about the hundred water fists, and the fists hit the key points, and at the age of fifteen, he learned the essence of the mountains, refining a stone to carve his father's heart, what right do you, a fatherless orphan, have to talk to me?"

"What?" he asked again, closing his eyes and leaving.

Nian Beihai's face was ugly, after a bow, he sat down and patted the trees and went away, a few nearby solo cultivators were very vigilant, interrogated a little not very difficult to send him away, waiting to see a green cloud, set aside the green bamboo hut, the dark cave shuttled through, the joy of chirping came, there were islands showing emerald green rocks, white birds were fat, stay by their side for a while, Nian Beihai patted their heads and sent them away.

The joyful meaning of this bird is somewhat similar to that of the Rui beast of the peaks, but it is familiar but not born.

Nian Beihai's face soothed a little, and he said: "Daoist friends are more bearable, there are also people who are barbaric and unclear in their sole cultivation, and I still have to listen to the words of teaching." No matter what, they are also my elders, and they must be respectfully accepted when they are beaten and scolded. ”

Li Shuishan soothed: "I don't think they love you, but prejudice. This is a kind of meaning to take advantage of the wind of the elders to vent the anger!"

Nian Beihai didn't answer, smiled far-fetchedly, waited for half of the big tree to touch the island, and signaled: "This is Yilu Island, I'll take you to meet the elder." Then he grabbed the tree lightly, and he carried the tree on his shoulder, and went straight all the way.

There are two mountains on the island, one stands in front of you, one lies in the left rear, there is a waterfall hanging, and the flying torrent gushes down, but when you step into a sheltered tree, it is like entering the winter cold, which is embedded in the bluestone fragments on the surface

Cracked, a man came out of the shadows, his face pale, and said, "Who?"

Nian Beihai respectfully worshipped: "In the next recitation of Beihai." ”

The man was dressed in grass clothes, exhaled a breath of cold air, and said lightly: "It's you little baby." Immediately, his eyes stayed on Li Shuishan and asked, "Could this be the young man the island owner is looking for?"

Nian Beihai nodded, "Exactly." ”

The man said softly: "Below is a cold cultivator, majoring in cold fire, the power of cold yin, and he is the only one who cultivates this physique. ”

Li Shuishan clenched his fists and said respectfully: "I've seen my predecessors." ”

Yi Hanxiu smiled and nodded, "Xiaoyou's face is white, his eyebrows are mellow, his breath is numerous, and he has a lot of opportunities, but his mood is unstable, and he needs to recuperate well, so he can pass the condensation realm and find a good mountain for himself in the near future." ”

Li Shuishan was surprised: "The senior is so familiar with the cultivation principles of the monks outside the mountain. ”

Yihan Xiu raised his steps and said, "No surprise." I have lived for three hundred years, and I know a lot of secrets about the mountains and seas, you have a strong Zhufeng luck, and you have suffered a big crisis before, and the person who killed you seems to be the same Zhufeng person, but the human soul is not. Fortunately, you have the help of your peaks' robe of luck, and you have worn out most of the killing machines. There are dozens of small magic circles running in this robe of luck, but most of them have been shattered, and the remaining small magic circles can only support you to shelter you from the wind and rain and fly. This blue robe is also the first time I've seen it, is it specially made for you by your master?"

Li Shuishan was a little shocked, nodded and said, "Maybe." ”

Yi Hanxiu turned around and walked and shouted, "I'll take you up the mountain." The mountain in front is the ancestral seat of Yilu Island, and the mountain in the back is the place where the island owners have lived in the past, follow me. ”

Nian Beihai and Li Shuishan followed his footsteps, stepping on the uneven stone steps to climb up, there was moss on the stone surface, and they slipped on it.

After going up the stone steps, Li Shuishan looked up, hanging like a hanging wall, grasping the stone face and crawling slowly, there is still a depressed breath sinking here, the more you climb the more you feel out of breath, with the flying birds soaring, there are white shadows falling and rising on the mountainside surrounded by smoke and rain, for a long time, the verdant grass is growing with strong roots and grasping the gaps, seeing a tired young man, swaying and laughing.

In the oppressive atmosphere of this place, there are white-scaled fish jumping up.

Yihan Xiu said heartily: "Little friend, this mountain is the place where the ancestors inherited, don't use cultivation." ”

Li Shuishan wiped the beads of sweat from his head and continued to climb.

An hour later, Li Shuishan was out of breath, looked at Nian Beihai and stretched out his palm with a relaxed face: "We are physically strong, for such mountains to come and go freely, you are thin and weak, major in magic, it is natural to be tired." Come, I'll help you. ”

Li Shuishan successfully reached the top with his help.

Looking down at the top of the mountain, a white mang, turning his head and looking back, there is a dilapidated dragon hall on the top of the mountain where the island owners have lived for generations, there is a dilapidated dragon hall, a demon dragon movie fan, a dilapidated clay pot shattered in front of the door, and the smoke that has not dispersed for a long time merges into the white mist, where it is empty and elegant.

Yihan Xiu said softly: "Little friend, follow me, gradually my clan has cultivated alone!"

Li Shuishan followed his steps to a stone cave, there are countless spirit cards, covered with cobwebs, no one cleans, there is an old man behind the broken grass chain, his palms tremble and merge, open as if praying, when he saw someone coming, he exhaled a short breath, and read: "Welcome guests." ”

This is an old solitary, he

His face was dark yellow, with many spots, his eyes drooped and unfocused, his skin was shriveled, as if there was no flesh and blood, he was wrapped in grass pants with bare soles, patted the sleek bluestone in front of him, and sighed with a sigh.

"Who's coming?" he asked.

Yihan Xiu said lightly: "Junior, a cold." ”

He asked, "What is it?"

Yihan cultivated: "Take the younger generation to read Beihai, and a Taibei Mountain minor repair has a glimpse of the ancestral card." ”

His eyes widened, he looked back, and said lightly: "Yihan Xiu, is this what the island owner means?"

Yihan Xiu respectfully said: "Exactly." ”

After he closed his palms and closed his eyes, he poured out a light air, rolled up the grass curtain, there were thousands of wooden plaques here, ten in a row, reaching the darkness in the distance, and then took a breath and said: "I have ten thousand ancestors who have cultivated alone, but there are only thousands of wooden plaques left, and most of them participated in that great battle and their souls are scattered and difficult to integrate into the mountains and seas. From right to left, there are many nameless, and if they are warriors, their children must be more courageous. ”

"I was born alone in a legend that few people have ever seen. The first ancestor gassho blossomed and bore fruit, with a daughter, who gave birth to a son and condensed a drop of water. Later, the mountains and seas were shattered, and the sun and the moon collapsed. When the woman leaves, the ancestors raise their young sons, and make an ancestral oath: the mountains are the sea, the sea is the mountains, and the child born is the son of the father, the son of the mountains and the sea, and is a solitary cultivator. ”

"The ancestors recorded that the mountains and seas had no appearance, and there was a figure who stirred up the wind and rain and turned the mountains and seas into a sword, and this sword was called Shanhai. The edge of the sword is the sword, countless are not there, and the sword surface is Taibei Mountain. There are two tips of the sword. One is at the foot of the mountain, also known as the peaks, there is a mountain peak that hides the tip of the sword, which is true, and the second is a winding mountain range, where it is close to the stars, and there is a road of heavenly damnation, which is reversed into all things, which is false and false. ”

"At the beginning of the war, the wind and clouds surged, scattered and cultivated, and the mountains and seas collapsed and condensed, burying countless human bodies and leaving countless inheritances. I have cultivated all the dead and wounded, leaving my young son, the old and the disabled, waiting to regain my prestige. ”

"Cultivating alone without cultivating the Dharma, using all things to condense the body, when the sun and the moon rise again, it is the day of great hope. ”

"Mountains and seas can only survive by solitary cultivation, and only solitary cultivation can exist in the mountains and seas. ”

"White-clothed, three-person humane, hundred good people... If you want to compete for the wind and rain, you have also been a solo guest, and when you come, you will also be treated as a distinguished guest. ”

"Little friends don't have to be nervous, it's better to practice alone with me, and we will definitely wait for the wind and rain. ”

Li Shuishan replied calmly: "I heard the words of my seniors. Knowing the past of solitary cultivation is also a kind of respect. ”

He said: "The monks of Zhufeng are friendly and united, I have seen you Zhufeng Sword Seeker, known as the person who wields the sword, looking for a sword keeper to suppress the power of the sword tip. He once met one of my juniors, and gave him a thin willow branch, which shook like the wind, and broke the mountain, and I was shocked to see such power, but the younger generation was unwilling not to leave the mountains and seas, and missed such an opportunity to choose. He left a word: fate is hard to find. ”

I'll tell you that. ”

Li Shuishan smiled and said, "Thank you seniors for your words." ”

He added: "Thinking of Beihai, you have no father but a strong heart, and your little friend is destined for you and is good at befriending." ”

Nian Beihai respects the boxing and says: "Listen to the words of the seniors." ”

Subsequently, a Han Xiu took him to a cable flying bridge, straight to the mountain behind, where the smoke shook hands for a long time, and there was a mysterious light on the mountain that landed, opening a clear path, on which there was a big man holding a stone bead and opening his eyes slightly.