The rain hits the flowers and falls, and the hatred is in full bloom without gazing at the beautiful colors, and it is difficult to look back on a thousand words, and the moon is also bright, and people are also worried.

The pond is thousands of feet deep, thinking about a hundred feet of blue autumn and I don't know the camphor, how can I call the sword for thousands of years, the day is also slim, and the love is difficult.

After watching Hong Jiang lovingly wake up the sleepy-eyed little chirp into the house to sleep, Tang Li took out a pot of wine from the kitchen, filled a glass for Hong Jiang, who was melancholy in the moonlight, and then drank it himself.

I was too lazy to make some snacks, so I drank a full glass of melancholy under the moonlight.

Hong Jiang took a sip and thought for a while: "My surname is Jiang." ”

Without waiting for Tang Li's reaction, Hong Jiang said to himself, "She is very beautiful, Xiao Jiu will be like her in the future, very beautiful, very beautiful." ”

Raise a glass to invite the moonlight, and there is no beauty in the shadow.

Hong Jiang didn't want to say who was right and who was wrong, but with the death of Jiang Ziqi's two souls, he suddenly felt very tired after his death.

Tang Li poured Hong Jiang full of wine again, and when he looked up at Hong Jiang, his nose suddenly plugged, and he didn't know what to say, just like what was written in the book he saw in Xue Meng: his temples were white, his mind was closed, his eyes turned from clear to turbid, and the heavens and the earth let out bursts of sorrow - his heart fell!

It seems that Lao Hong is planning to sleep in the forest, and it is expected to accompany the beautiful woman who is now fragrant and jade, Tang Li had to sigh and go to get a jar of wine again.

One thing, don't ask about the return date.

It's just that Xiao Jiu is ignorant, and her petite figure has always been like a little girl, I don't know how Lao Hong will help her solve this problem.

As if sensing that Tang Lixi wanted to ask something, Hong Jiang said to himself: "How about making a deal?"

Tang Li was not allowed to refuse, Hong Jiang quickly took out the ink hammer and smashed it on Tang Li's left hand, but it was silent.

Tang Li's face suddenly turned from red to purple and then quickly turned pale, covering his left hand and curling up, beads of sweat dripped down, Tang Li's face suddenly turned from red to purple and then quickly turned pale, and he curled up his body with his left hand, and beads of sweat dripped down, and Tang Li's face spit out "I" from between his teeth...... Fuck you uncle!"

At Hong Jiang's left arm, which Tang Lixi didn't see, the lifelike ink hammer mark slowly dissipated, Hong Jiang glanced at Tang Li, who was rolling on the ground in pain, thinking that he could still scold, it seemed that his soul tolerance was still good.

The ink hammer inherited, but there was no other way to survive the heart-piercing soul pain.

As for whether Tang Li wants to do it or not, Hong Jiang wants to give it, how can he have a chance to choose.

The pain made the whole person convulsive, and just when Tang Li's eyelids were about to close, Hong Jiang's painless voice was next to his ear, "Okay, I checked around here and saw no one." Your physique is a little special, this pain your soul light does not move at all, it is much stronger than me, it seems that the young man of the Heavy Tooth Sect has lost unjustly. ”

Tang Lixi turned over, patted the new mud that had just been tumbling and dyed, straightened his clothes, and sighed to a glass of wine.

Tang Li's dissatisfied questioned: "I shouldn't be a fool if I should cooperate with my performance but turn a blind eye?"

Hong Jiang didn't hear it, "Learn from me tomorrow." ”

Whether it is good or bad, in his last days, it is better to pass on this skill, although Hong Jiang was angry when he looked at Tang Li, he always felt that he was going to abduct Jiu'er, thinking of this, Hong Jiang drank two more cups.

Tang Li rolled up his sleeves and saw that a faint ink-colored small hammer mark was impressively on his left arm, so he had to sigh: "Old man, just rest assured?"

Hong Jiang, who was drinking on the side, just raised his wine glass lightly, as if he had thought of something, and said with black lines on his head: "I believe that Jiu'er Ji people have their own natural appearance, and when Wan'er entrusted Jiu'er to a fowl demon that has not transformed into a human being, Jiu'er can survive, so why can't you?"

That look was like saying again, aren't you as good as a bird?

has his own, as long as Tang Li forges the sword he conceived, after all, there is the knife in his hand, plus the ink hammer, I think I want to be careful and should be able to complete my own entrustment, Xiao Jiu can only return to the Jiang family, she will have a better future, although reluctant, but I have to admit that the Jiang family is Xiao Jiu's dragon platform.

In fact, when he saw that knife, Hong Jiang was still surprised in his heart, because in decades of wandering around the world, he had seen this kind of knife on an ancient broken stele.

It is arbitrary and eternal, and contains secrets that even Hong Jiang can't touch.

Tang Li looked at Hong Jiang faintly, "Old man, I don't want to be a son-in-law!"

Hong Jiang squirted out a mouthful of old wine, rolled up his sleeves, and planned to give this boy who didn't know the height of the sky to give some color, but saw that Tang Lixi was about to open his throat and shouted, in order to avoid waking up the sleeping little chirp, Hong Jiang glared at Tang Li.

Not to be outdone, Tang Li glared back, staring at the cuffs that Hong Jiang had pulled up, and did not answer, for fear that Hong Jiang would give him a hammer again, before it was the pain of inheriting the ink hammer hitting the soul, compared to being beaten by that red shadow in the dream, it was really an understatement that he simply accepted it, in case the old man was annoyed and angry, and he really got angry and used his skills to give himself a little bit, then he didn't have to pretend that he would roll over!

Thinking of those two dreams, Tang Li's can't help but worry, is he the reincarnation of some great power? But if that's the case, what kind of thing is Tang Li's in this life?

If the flowers bloom once, how can I argue that the purple and red are my will?

Hong Jiang scolded: "If you talk nonsense, be careful that Lao Tzu beats you." ”

Tang Lican smiled and said, "That's not it, old man, I am happy that you gave me that hammer." ”

Immediately sat honestly on the side, really afraid of being beaten, after all, he never fought from beginning to end.

The two of them drank a little wine in this way, and said something that didn't hurt or itch, Tang Li had a secret on his mind, Hong Jiang didn't want to hear it, Hong Jiang had a story and a past, and Tang Li didn't want to ask.

The moonlight is quiet, and the deep past of others is endowed with fine wine and food.

The next day, with the noisy sound of "bells", Xiao Jiu jumped up angrily, pouted and pushed open the door to complain about the old man's ability to let people sleep?

But I saw that Tang Li's weak body was holding a heavy small hammer hammer hammering the ores that looked delicious, and he couldn't help opening his mouth slightly, forgetting that he wanted to scold and "chirp" when he came out, and then wiped his saliva by the way.

The broad palm was placed on Xiao Jiu's head, and the other hand handed over a handful of fried melon seeds, Hong Jiang glanced at the drooling Xiao Jiu and said: "Those ores are easy to indigestion, don't drool when you see anything in the future." ”

A little chirp who grabbed the fried melon seeds gnawed on the melon seeds with a smile, then stretched out his finger and pointed to the ore in Tang Li's hand, blinked his eyes and gestured at Hong Jiang, the stone looked crunchy and not difficult to digest.

Hong Jiang is full of black lines.

It seems that it is imperative to wake up Xiao Jiu from his state of ignorance. It's just that I'm still very grateful to the fowl demon who raised Xiao Jiu back then, and when the two of them go away, let Tang Lixi and Xiao Jiu go to worship.

Great wisdom is foolish, ignorant and carefree life is good, but a life is too long, Hong Jiang looked at Xiao Jiu, and his heart was sad, "Xiao Jiu, forgive me for not being able to keep you for a lifetime." ”

If you can always be the arm of a young eagle, who can really bear to let it fight the wind and waves?

Looking at Tang Li, every spark splashed around, and what Tang Li's own didn't notice was that as he smashed down with a hammer, his figure kept swaying, alternating ink colors, and his breath was constantly warming. This young man who only has a soul and no body, Hong Jiang has to hand over the ink hammer to him, and use the ink hammer to slowly form a body, so that he has the opportunity to really take a new future.

Xiao Jiu enters the sword with the spirit, incarnates with the sword, if it is a coincidence in the future, then he can be reborn and transformed into a person, and for Tang Li, Hong Jiang intends to use the ink hammer to raise his spirit, so that it is more and more like a person, at least it can be allowed to walk in the world openly, coupled with its strange human-like heroic spirit state, not a person who is advanced in Taoism will not be able to find it, so he can only help him to this step first, and go out and not be disposed of as a ghost by those stinky cow noses.

Tang Li's soul state is very strange, in Hong Jiang's words, it is called very hard, so hard that the soul is like a real person, take other people's soul state as swaying in the wind, then Tang Li's soul is the sky and the ancient wood is immovable, it is also possible to be a certain power in his life, Caiyan probably did not realize that Tang Li's soul only exists, otherwise he would not have been defeated so completely, or maybe it was his inner demons.

After Tang Li's hammer was raised eighty-one times, Tang Li's hammer was put down, and the piece of ore that was knocked had become a long strip, and Tang Li's face was pale and he smiled, wanting to say something, but before he could speak, he fell heavily to the ground and couldn't move.

Hong Jiang stopped Xiao Jiu's urge to help Tang Li, nodded and said, "It's very good, being able to complete a big Zhou Tian's hammer attack is only a little bit worse than me." ”

Although he said so, Hong Jiang was actually really taken aback, and completed the hammer blow of the ninety-nine eighty-one Zhou Tian in the spirit state, and the resonance of his soul with each hammer was twice that of the previous hammer, how high does the condensation of the soul have to be able to hold on?

Although he relied on his physique and the cultivation of the Jiang family's natural treasures since childhood, he barely lifted the hammer ninety times for the first time, and it seems that he passed the ink hammer to Tang Li, and he did not expect to fall into the name of the Jiang family.

Hong Jiang beckoned, the ink hammer slowly floated into his hand, walked to Tang Li's side and squatted down, and said softly: "What you have to do next, you must keep your mind clear, do you know?"

Tang Li asked Hong Jiang suspiciously with his eyes that could still move, but Hong Jiang didn't answer, but just raised the ink hammer high, the ink color was faintly visible at the head of the hammer, and the thick breath of death emanated from the hammer, spreading rapidly in all directions, startling the monsters near the chaos to stir.

Quickly smashed into the spine of Tang Tan.

Boast.

Tang Lifu snorted, he couldn't scream, and a lot of debris fell from his side, all of which were the materials that the previous ninety-nine-eighty-one hammer ink hammer fed back to consolidate the soul, and Tang Li's teeth directly snapped the gums, half of the teeth fell out of his mouth, and his eyes were dull and he didn't say a word.

Xiao Jiu was so distressed that she burst into tears, covering her mouth and not daring to disturb something, although she couldn't understand it, she could feel that the old man was doing this, which was of great benefit to Tang Li.

After a hammer, Hong Jiang withdrew his hand, motioned to Xiao Jiu to carry Tang Li's back to the room, and said to Tang Li, who was speechless at the moment: "The real soul smelting is not the strength of external objects, you will take me a hammer every big week." ”

Then I went to prepare a day's meal for Xiao Jiu, as for Tang Li, he didn't live to eat or die of hunger anyway, so he just lie down more.

In the middle of the night, a wail resounded through the forest, bringing bursts of wolf howls. "Fuck your uncle's old man Hong! it hurts me to death!"

Hong Jiang was woken up by the wailing, turned over and went to sleep, anyway, my old man has already returned to the West, and if he has the ability, he will go to the old man.

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Far away in the Middle Crazy State, Jiang Ziqi looked at the swaying seven-star lamp in the secret room, and smiled at the last mourning sword with a miserable white face, "Old man, thank you for accompanying me for so long, today we still have to go out to rectify the Jiang family, after all, her daughter is about to come back." ”

Jiang Ziqi opened his mouth and inhaled, seven flames of different colors on the seven-star lamp entered from his seven orifices, his face began to become ruddy and clear from the miserable white, and a bright flame mark began to appear at the center of his eyebrows, Jiang Ziqi stretched out his hand and wiped it, a piece of delicate dough covered his face, Jiang Ziqi grinned, big rats, it's time to get out of the hole, I still have two years left, you have to jump out early.

He then vanished from the chamber.

A trace of sword intent penetrated through the secret room, carrying a message from the Jiang family's elders' pavilion: "The heir of the Jiang family, Jiang Jiu'er, will return soon." ”

As soon as the news came out, there was an uproar in Zhongmad Prefecture, and the Jiang family was even more shaken up and down, but I don't know how happy it was, how much was it sad?

The treacherous clouds, the undercurrent hidden under the surface of the water, a net about the Jiang family, after decades of silence, began to move again.

Four hundred years ago, the sentence before the death of the Dream Immortal Venerable of the Middle Madness Prefecture announced that the Jiang family would have an emperor in five hundred years, I don't know how many people imagined it.

The people of the older generation in the middle mad state trembled, the cruel words of the Immortal Venerable made the Jiang family flourish and decline again, it has been four hundred years, and now on this day, is it still going to change?

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Hu Qili sat on the branch of the tree and swayed his jade feet, watching with interest Li Xiaoyao on the ground holding a short knife like a half-moon with his hands folded, and said with words in his mouth: "Don't go to the Demon Drag State, don't go to the Demon Drag State, don't go to the Demon Drag State!"

Immediately, the red light of the blade flashed away, and it seemed to spread the news, Hu Qili bit his fingers and asked suspiciously, "Why don't you go to Moyu Prefecture?"

Hearing Hu Qili's inquiry, a pair of crazy eyes flashed in Li Xiaoyao's mind, as well as the coquettish smile that could not echo for a long time, he couldn't help but shudder, and muttered in his mouth: "Crazy." ”

May it be the southwest wind and pass away into the arms of the king. Jun Huailiang doesn't open it, and the concubine should be what to do.

Moyu Prefecture became famous because of one person, and that person was arrogant, dazzling, and went crazy with convulsions from time to time, which was really a headache.

Li Xiaoyao stood up, beckoned from Hu Qili to prepare to hurry, and responded lightly: "The name of the Demon Trail Prefecture is a very terrible madman. ”

The name of a state, the immortal level figures can't name it, only if they master the luck of a state, and then touch that layer of taboo by chance, and beat the entire state, can they be named. Hu Qili narrowed his eyes, and the two closest states to the present were named - one of them was Moyu Prefecture, and the other was called Liuzhou!

It is recorded in the ancient books of the demon clan that the lord of Liuzhou is unparalleled in swords.

Li Xiaoyao, if you are really that one, what does it matter if I am being used by you? At the end of the ninth, in this life, I want to ask that scholar, if you are really fake, why don't you return.

Hu Qili fell lightly on Li Xiaoyao's back, Li Xiaoyao stepped on the ground with a smile, and an illusory ancient sword drilled out of the ground, the meaning of grief made Hu Qili frown, only to see Li Xiaoyao said: "Seven thousand eight hundred and twenty-nine years, died here, today borrow your sword soul to send me away, I will take you home." ”

The meaning of grief disappeared suddenly, and what spread was a vast, unyielding, and excited fluctuation of sword intent, Hu Qili was amazed, and before he had time to praise, Li Xiaoyao took Hu Qili in his back and shouted, "Go!

A coquettish cry faintly dissipated in the wind.

In the depths of the mixed forest, many scarlet eyes hidden in the shadows opened, looking at the area of Zhongyue Lake in the distance.

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Hong Jiang, who was drinking and watching Tang Li, forging a sword with a faint sword sound, nodded silently, and looked at Xiao Jiu, who was drinking soup on the side, full of sorrow.

Endure parting, can't bear it, and part.