The sun rises in the east and dawns, the vast sky of Yanzhao country is covered with a trace of fish belly bamboo shoots, there is a small boat floating slowly on the Hongfeng Lake outside the west city of Yangzhou, the boat stays on the lake all night, dawn comes, the lights in the canopy become faint.

There are drunk people slumped left and right in the narrow and not spacious canopy, there are Taoist monks who are famous and upright, there are heroes in the green forest who occupy the mountains and dominate the mountains, there are lone rangers in the rivers and lakes, and there are Confucian scholars who are dressed in jewels, as well as small local officials who are a little bigger than sesame seeds.

At this moment, a Taoist with a rice-shaped black mole on the side of his mouth had a misty look in his eyes, he raised his hand and shook the silver wine glass, and muttered a paragraph in his mouth: "My Li Yu really shouldn't be killed! My Songshan Guan Li Yu can actually survive under the axe of the Black Demon God Wang Yuan, it is really an eye-opener!"

The emaciated Taoist named Li Yu was the same Taoist who had previously set up a spiritual array "Heaven and Earth Net" with more than ten people from the rivers and lakes on Balcony Mountain to fight against the demon god Wang Yuan. After that battle, more than ten Taoist friends of various sects on the field were not spared, only he lived alone in the world, Li Yu hid in a dark cave, and saw the scene of the slaughter of the demon god, it was really tragic, and the people who watched were heartbroken, and finally he closed his eyes and held his breath, forcibly suppressed the trembling of his body, and his spirit was about to jump on the verge of collapse, but the savior appeared.

He only vaguely saw a wisp of goose feather sword qi floating in the sky, the moon hit the dark star, and ended the life of the demon god in an instant, it seemed completely impossible, but it really happened, at that time, Li Yu still remembers that scene vividly.

"Li Daochang's life is very blessed, after this battle, Li Daochang is bound to have good luck, and the road of cultivation will be smooth, and he will definitely be able to sit firmly in the position of the head of Songshan Temple!" The young martial artist sitting next to Li Yu was drunk, and his mouth was constantly burping, and the turbidity was so strong that Li Yu turned his head to dodge.

"Let's hope that's the case. Li Yu took a sip of the spirits, and he didn't dislike him very much in the face of the person next to him, after all, in many times of crisis, this stocky boy with a national character face still helped him regardless of interests, and he was also half a friend.

"Then what are Daochang Li's plans in the future? Will you stay in Yangzhou?" The little official in the place opposite with his head on the arm was tilting his neck and squinting at him, and there was a feeling that someone was clearly sitting in front of me, but he couldn't see clearly.

"Wait a few days, pack your bags and go to the next state city to look for opportunities, after this battle, I have a new understanding of the old way of cultivation, I can't miss to snuff out the seedlings of the Dao that are about to break the ground, I still need to grasp it. Li Yu pondered for a while, suddenly spoke, after drinking all night's wine, his mental condition was still as good as usual, he glanced at the people around him who were lying down or struggling to support, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Then Daoist Li must take care of himself all the way, the mountains and rivers are far away in the future, why do we have to get together to drink all night in the coming day!" The local official suddenly straightened up and spoke to the emaciated Taoist with a serious face.

"You drunkards take care of yourselves, don't just drink on the lake one day and get into the water. When the time comes, you will become a water ghost who has died unjustly, and you have to ask me to make an altar for you. Li Yu quipped.

"Hahaha, what Daochang Li said is very true, what he said is very true! Write it down, write it down! Come, old friends pour wine, why don't you get drunk before resting!"

Li Yu probably felt bored from drinking, stood up very steadily, lifted the curtain and stood on the bow of the boat to feel the morning breeze rushing in his face, it was very pleasant and refreshing, he rubbed his eyes, and saw a stone pavilion in front of him, and suddenly his spirit trembled.

"Red Maple Lake Stone Pavilion, we actually walked to the middle of the lake, and we actually walked so far. Li Yu faces the towering and steep mountain wall on the right, all the way winding endlessly is really majestic and majestic, there is a majestic view of the sky, halfway up the mountainside is shrouded in thick clouds and mist, like the treasure of the immortal family, it is fascinating.

But Li Yu won't go up the mountain if he is killed, no matter what spiritual treasures there are in the mountain, they have nothing to do with him, he understands it thoroughly.

"Why don't you go to the stone pavilion to sit down, blow the wind, sober up?"

Behind him, a person staggered out of the canopy, a few steps closer to his back, pinched his shoulder, the man covered his heart, bent over and vomited, spitting out sobs, Li Yu patted the man's back, shouted at the canopy.

"Chess, bring a pot of water. ”

However, no one in the canopy agreed, so Li Yu went to fetch water by himself, but before he took a few steps, the scholar who vomited fell headlong into the lake with a pop, and he didn't even have time to call for help.

"Hey, why did you fall! I just said don't fall into the water, and you're starting to be stupid!" Li Yu threw himself into the lake with an anxious face, the man couldn't swim.

After a long time in the icy water, it took him great effort to throw the scholar who had been filled with lake water like a dead pig onto the bow of the boat, and he brushed his wet hair to board the boat, and suddenly he realized that there was something under the water, flashing with light, so he dived again.

Using the Taoist Vision, you can spy on the bottom of the lake thousands of feet away, Li Yu looked intently, his eyes lit up, and sure enough, there was a point of light hidden at the bottom of the lake, and the point of light was exactly the same as the bright spark that burst out of the blacksmith shop forging weapons, and Li Yu seemed to have found the treasure and was ecstatic.

However, there was a sudden chill behind him, as if a thousand golden old ghosts had climbed on his back, Li Yu broke out in a cold sweat, he immediately turned his head, and a golden pupil the size of a copper furnace stood in front of his eyes, and glanced at him, and the huge black shadow quickly swam away, rolling up a whirlpool tide underwater.

The underwater temperature plummets, like an ice cellar.

There were tens of millions of swimming fish under the lake chasing the flexible black shadow thirty feet long, and the scene was extremely shocking.

Li Yu was desperate to swim upstream, and his face was as white as paper.

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Located in a small academy in the easternmost part of Yangzhou, there is the sound of reading in the courtyard, in a simple and elegant school, there is a slender and tall figure, the person is wearing a gray robe, the facial features are upright, there are a few faint traces of white hair on the sideburns, and the whole body exudes an elegant scholarly anger, looking at his face, this man should be more than thirty years old, but the actual age has to be added to twenty.

This teacher is Sima Nanfeng, the director of the "Nanfeng Academy".

At this time, there were more than ten students sitting in the school, there were twelve or thirteen-year-old teenagers, there were eight or nine-year-old children, those boys and girls listened attentively to Mr. Confucianism, for fear of missing a word, Mr. Teaching divided those children into two or three groups to teach separately, because the older children and younger children have different cognition and understanding of books and articles, so they need to be gradual and gradual, not overnight, let alone pull out the seedlings to help grow.

Mr. Teach's smile is clear, the explanation is very careful, the students are also very meticulous and dare not desert, the school seems to be surrounded by a spring breeze, the drizzle is extended, and the moisturizing things are silent.

After saying a lot of words, Mr. Teaching instructed the students to read and write by themselves, he slowly drank a cup of hot tea, and a figure shook outside the gate of the school, it was another Mr. Teaching in the academy, waiting for Sima Nanfeng with a quiet face.

"Xu Zhi, what's the matter?" Sima Nan walked over with fluttering sleeves in his windbreaker.

"Dean, Chengxi ......" The middle-aged Confucian named Xu Zhi whispered a long paragraph.

"Oh, I see, the children will be entrusted to you in that moment, and I will go and go back. Sima Nanfeng glanced at the old locust trees full of flowers in the courtyard, as well as the various anthers planted on the fertile land, and he smelled the fragrance lingering in the small courtyard.

"The early spring is especially fresh and pleasant. Sima Nanfeng left with his hands in his hands.

The dean walked slowly. Xu Zhi bent down and saluted.

"It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital. It's time to come or it's coming. ”

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In the west of Yangzhou City, there are three figures standing on a bare ridge on Mingtai Mountain, all three of them are martial arts monks, looking at their costumes, they are not like Yan people, yes, these three people are Wei Xun, Jiang Zhen, and Meng He.

"Great Sword Master, what are you doing here?" Jiang Zhen shivered with cold, he kept rubbing his hands, and every time he spoke, the cold air in his mouth was rising.

"Sharpen your sword. At Wei Xun's feet, there was an unsheathed sword standing in the crack of the stone, the sword was unremarkable, only the hilt was carved with strange patterns, and I don't know where it came from.

"The Great Swordsman sharpens his sword here, by what means?" Jiang Zhen stared at Wei Xun in confusion.

"Rely on the purest wind between heaven and earth to grind. Wei Xun looked into the distance, pressed his palm on the hilt of the sword, and held the sword on the top of the mountain, the wind and clouds between the heavens and the earth changed suddenly, and there was a hurricane detour of the big sword, and the wind was so strong that Jiang Meng and the two retreated one after another, and they couldn't stand steadily, and finally they almost stuck to the ground to stabilize their figures.

Standing in the midst of the hurricane, Wei Xun's hair fluttered wildly, his robe hunted and hunted, and his eyes had gilt golden flying silk writhing, which was a symbol of the world's void gods, real people, and sages.

The mediocre sword burst out with a thousand rays of light, like a round of sun.

Wei Xun felt the wind of heaven and earth, the wind rubbed his cheeks very comfortably, and he grinned.

"This sword is bound to slay the dragon. ”

"The vengeance of ten years ago will be avenged today. ”

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Under the Red Maple Lake, a person sat at the bottom of the lake, the young girl was graceful and gorgeously dressed, and her appearance was amazing, comparable to the beauty of the fairy family, and there was a Dao seal in the center of her eyebrows, which was shining, and it was indigo.

There are beautiful women in ancient times, diving in the sea in the middle of the lake.

In front of her, there were schools of fish swimming slowly, and they had a good impression of her.

The young girl slowly opened her eyes, and there was a faint golden light, and she looked up to see that the time had come, so she spoke.

"Jiaolong returned to its position to resist the thunderstorm. ”

In a few moments, there was a behemoth shuttling above her head, and her eyes were as big as copper furnaces.