Even in the dark night, there were many disciples who were resting and meditating in the cave covering their noses and running around, especially the red-eyed ghosts on the mountainside of the Tibetan Peak, who scattered and fled, this was the first time Li Shuishan had seen such a magnificent scene.

The originally quiet night was not peaceful in an instant, and many monks on several nearby mountain peaks couldn't bear it anymore, so they flew to the sky and flew to the top of the clouds, leaving behind swearing: "One night, another night that is not very peaceful, when will I be enough?"

The stinky fart was swept up by the wind, surging in the direction of the moonlight, and heading north.

"Perhaps, this is also the reason why the person in Guozhushan is not convinced, he is also afraid of the harassment of the old madman, or is he deliberately correcting him?"

It stopped late at night, but there were still many monks running from afar, hovering from the top of the Tibetan peak, looking at it, and not stopping. As if they were at the mercy of something, they rolled up and flew down from the clouds and mist, and landed on the mountains in the distance.

The nearest mountain peak to the Tibetan Peak, it is just half of the line of sight, I have to say, the Tibetan Peak is relatively short, and the lowest peak in the distance is not lower than the half-empty line of sight that Li Shuishan raised his head, Li Shuishan followed the old madman, sat on the stone window, and heard the screams of the seventh floor, snoring, grinding teeth, and the sound of rubbing feet.

It was quiet in the early hours of the morning.

The cat was held in his arms, picked up the book of Zhiwei, I held it in the palm of my hand, and found that the pages I had read had disappeared, the name of "Grass Lantern", and the names of the monsters that I had read had also disappeared, he patted his head, thought about what the vague chapter said, touched it, but did not have any impression, "How could I not remember, I remember... I remember... What do I remember..."

He put down the strange scroll in his hand, jumped off the window sill, put the flower cat, rummaged through, and found that the woman's picture scroll was missing, and there was more of a book of "Broken Mess", quite puzzled, and there was no word on the first page, and the second page was also wordless, and it flashed by, only the three big characters on the cover, so he shook his head and put it aside, and took out the air-dried snake shape inside, which had dried into a ball, and pinched it in his hand and clicked.

Then he put it on the bookshelf and muttered, "Why is that flower scroll that was given to me in Qingshui City gone? Could it be the second plum blossom elder?"

He carefully recalled, there was only this one loophole, that is, after he took out the flower roll that day, he put it back immediately after, and never looked at it again.

They must have secretly looked at the woman in the painting, and they couldn't resist the greed in their hearts. Not only did they steal my persimmons, but they also took away my paintings, which is really unreasonable. If we meet next time, I'll break their skin. ”

"Just two people, they are still full of lies and cowering. ”

Li Shuishan was in a bad mood, touched the sword on his back, and wanted to take down the silver iron sword and bronze sword, but he always clasped it tightly on his back, and finally gave up.

No matter what method he used, it was always in vain.

The ancient bells of the morning and dusk echo and can be heard from anywhere. The delicate, vicissitudes of life, but somewhat muddy morning wake sound, called out many monks who were still meditating and resting, they opened their eyes, put on the robes to which their respective peaks belonged, and stepped out, holding a sword in their hands, although the sword was tangible, but it was integrated, and began to practice.

Li Shuishan watched them stand neatly on the peak, raised his hands and feet, and followed a sound

The ancient bell rings, and various actions are replaced, and each action is very neat.

Someone jumped up with them in front, raised the sword and flew, and the swordsmanship in his hand began to be refined according to the different cultivation of each monk, some pinched the flying sword, some stomped to lower the sword surface, and some two people fought with each other, and in a blink of an eye, it became lively.

The sunlight in the sky, the red line that appeared, pulled up a blue glow, and then spread, clearly shining in countless places, and one mountain peak after another was pulled in instantly, as if only a few dozen zhang apart. Just looking at the tilt of the daylight, it is not a direct ray, as if there is a mirror reflective surface, which will not make the sunlight so dazzling.

In this way, a figure emerges in front of you.

Although the Tibetan Peak is low, looking at the people of other peaks, it is like being inferior, there will be monks who are tired of practicing swords and sitting cross-legged on the ground, wiping the sweat from their heads, lowering their eyebrows and looking at the stone pagoda that is not yet half of their peak, as if they have some pride, pick up the sword in their hands and continue to leap.

There are countless peaks over there, but only the Tibetan peak is deserted, like no man's land.

Only the sleepy old madman lay on the ground, pulling a yellow rosewood chair in his right hand, smiling and smiling, looking extremely tired, his hair was twisted into a grass nest, and the old fat catfish next to him turned his belly into a complete fish shape, without the coquettishness of the day, panting, touching his belly, and cooing his stomach.

Last night's crazy joy turned the seven-story stone tower into a ruin, with torn clothes, broken chairs, radish skins, and slippery catfish slime flowing all over the ground, becoming a land of right and wrong.

Li Shuishan remembered what the elder monk had instructed yesterday, went up the seven steps, lowered his pace, saw such a miserable scene, and said with his fists clenched: "Senior, don't forget what you reminded yesterday, you need to go to Sword Peak." ”

The old madman suddenly opened his eyes and cursed: "You junior, go aside, don't disturb my sweet dreams." ”

Li Shuishan had no choice but to return to the sixth floor, wanting to sit comfortably on the stone window and bask in the sun.

The sun over the Tibetan peak is really mild, giving people a kind of comfort in the hot springs in winter, if you don't have something on your mind, you might as well take a good rest.

When Li Shuishan opened his eyes and looked at the tallest and farthest peak, a bright light flew up, rolled up the clouds, and went straight to the Tibetan peak. This extremely strong aura came, and the clouds and mist that frantically hit the sky frightened many surrounding mountains to stop their movements one after another, and looked at the direction where the bright light flew together, "Yes.." It's the Wind Puller..."

"This is the first time that the Wind Leader has used the Flying Technique, I am afraid that this old madman of the Tibetan Peak will cause some trouble, this matter, I am afraid that this matter is a little strange. ”

"This breath is what I dreamed of... Can I reach it one day?"

In the mountains, there are many men who are stepping on the stones, raising their eyebrows, their faces are sad, "The Wind Leader, the fifth strong man in Taibei Mountain, used to suppress the 'sleeve riddle', the strength is indeed a little strong, and even fuses a trace of luck between heaven and earth, which is also a realm that we can hardly reach in a hundred years..."

"What realm?" asked a man in a black robe next to him.

He replied lightly: "It should be the peak of the Dao Transformation Realm." ”

The pinnacle of the Daohua Realm...."The man laughed miserably, sat on the stone, and looked up in the direction where the Wind Leader had risen.

Li Shuishan's eyes shrank, this force was gradually controlled from the original condensation, and the impact came, although it did not arrive, but it had a strong sense of spiritual oppression, making Li Shuishan seem to be tightly tied by a rope, with a rapid gasp, sitting on the ground, dripping in a cold sweat.

The aura grew stronger and stronger, until the old man in the light and shadow came and scolded in the air: "Old madman.... You give for getting out. ”

The big characters of the old madman's three sons are tightly fastened on the stone tower, forming a kind of sound wave, "old", "crazy" and "word", each word is very clear.

Li Shuishan opened his mouth and couldn't help but want to vomit, but fortunately, the breath was aimed at the old madman on the seventh floor, making his still sleeping figure suddenly explode, as if a needle and thread had been pierced into a dream, making him jump.

The fish shape of the fat catfish was instantly washed away, and the soul was directly knocked away, leaving a shallow soul and disappearing into the sky.

The old madman touched his head in embarrassment, and said with a grin: "Wind-puller, what wind blew you here? I was just about to look for you." ”

The old man who was suspended in the sky, he raised his hand and pressed it in the air, lifted it up, and lifted a big cloud, this cloud and mist was produced under the mountain, and there were ghosts with eyes in it, which he rubbed fiercely, and said solemnly: "I will give you three breaths, if you can't get out of the stone tower, I will press you down with the hidden peak, far lower than the other peaks." ”

"The last time you peeked at the other peak woman taking a bath, I gave you a chance, and the last time you ate and drank secretly and stole into my sleeve, I also gave you a chance. ”

"Everything is only three, this is the third time, the next time you have it, I will let you live at the bottom of the mountain, and watch other peaks weigh on you. ”

The old madman licked his face and smiled when he heard this, "Someone reminded me yesterday, I heard it, aren't I busy teaching my newly recruited disciples? ”

The old man raised his eyes and walked through the window on the sixth floor of the stone tower, saw Li Shuishan's thin body, and said disapprerovingly: "Where did this young man come from? Why is his talent so mediocre, and he has no spiritual power in his body, you are not satisfied with the disciple I found for you last time, and you were scared away alive." ”

"You can solve this matter yourself. When he closed his eyes and opened them again, the old madman had already changed his clothes, straightened his hair, pinched his beard carefully, and said with a smile: "Let's go, wind-puller." ”

I only heard the sound of 'ah', and an extremely strong wind rolled up, slamming the old madman's waist and leaving in an instant.

The originally thick clouds and mist were swept away for the first time, revealing the place where they rushed to the highest mountain, and the disciples on the nearby peaks of the rush rushed to mess up their clothes, pulled their long hair, and looked at the figures of the two people in the distance in a daze.

Li Shuishan exhaled, relieved himself, and quietly looked at the clouds that showed two halves of flowering, and there was a more lofty mountain range in the distance of the mountain, breaking through the sky.

There were a few knocks, and there was a man standing under the stone tower, wearing a yellow robe, with a token hanging from his waist, writing 'Fa', and he bowed his fist and said respectfully: "The master has an order, let me take the disciples of Zangfeng to write the famous tower, receive the Taoist robe, the law scroll, and test the spiritual rhyme." This time, named by the master of Tibetan Peak, Tibetan Sheng, unchanged. ”