Jinyi Taoist Li Yuhuan really made a good money boy, and he won twenty-four money, and he only had six in his hand, but within a few days of arriving in this Longchang Town, he took away all the favor debts to Fang Liang with a word, and originally planned to send Fang Yuanbao's dual-use magic to Wang Yuanbao A stupid boy to find the winning money back, who knows, it doesn't matter, the landscape aura in the winning money has entered Wang Yuanbao's tricks, which makes him want to cry without tears, once the landscape aura in the winning money enters the body, even if it is taken back, it has no original effect, just like the magic weapon to recognize the master, after recognizing the master, only the person who is recognized can drive it, and others have no way to start, This is also the reason why Li Yuhuan, a Taoist priest in brocade, has a bitter face, when he came to this Longchang Town, he deduced his fortune, but he didn't say that he would scatter his wealth.

Suddenly, the face of Li Yuhuan, a Taoist priest in brocade, changed, when Wang Yuanbao was verbose, although the breath on the peace knot on his neck was weak, but it could not escape the eyes of Li Yuhuan and other mountaintop figures, the breath on the peace knot was gloomy and depressing, and the ordinary people went to the Buddhist temple Taoist temple to seek the peace knot, the ordinary peace knot is to seek a protection of peace, and the blessed breath on it is naturally auspicious and Furui, but the peace knot in Wang Yuanbao's neck is not to protect peace, it is almost the same to make people beg for death, this kind of yin damage means are extremely rare on the top of the mountain, only the side door will be used, and the people on the top of the mountain never disdain to use such indiscriminate tricks to harm people, killing is killing, at most it is contaminating cause and effect, but these three indiscriminate tricks born in order not to contaminate cause and effect are really despicable.

But the brocade-clothed Taoist Li Yuhuan didn't plan to meddle in his affairs, the old cow nose in the city view on the twelfth floor was also about to come to Longchang Town, this muddy water, no matter how he Li Yuhuan went, it was not interesting, it was better to wait and see, anyway, the old Xiucai was in the same vein, and there were many talents, this planning and layout was left by the old Xiucai, no matter how inferior Fang Liang was to the old Xiucai, he was able to withstand the gentleman of the Confucian Temple of Jixia Xuegong, and the bet he made would definitely not be bad, but why would he choose Wang Yuanbao, a martial artist who had two bridges of immortal life and the same fate, Li Yuhuan couldn't guess。

On the way to the Sword Division, Wang Yuanbao has been thinking about how to speak, Feng Blacksmith Feng Jing's feelings for Chen Yue are like fathers and sons, and now Chen Yue's life and death are unknown, and there is no trace, Wang Yuanbao doesn't know how to say to Feng Blacksmith Feng Jing.

Thinking all the way, but I am not in the mood to pay attention to the scene on both sides of the streets, although the sword department is spacious enough, but there are very few free rooms, the five hundred heavy armor army from the Beijing division of the Longquan Dynasty will not be opened in the sword department, so the courtyard within a radius of a few miles of the sword department is occupied by the five hundred heavy armor army, the sword department has been suspended for dozens of days, and now there is only Feng blacksmith Feng Jing who can be in the sword department, Wang Yuanbao traveled all the way, and he did not meet a heavy armor sergeant to stop him, which is enough to make people surprised。

Next to the sword department, the former tranquility has been restored, although the five hundred heavy armor army has no offense against the surrounding autumn, but it is also noisy and abnormal every day, Longchang Town is not a battlefield, and these five hundred heavy armor soldiers will naturally not be treated with a battlefield attitude, so every day the sword department is noisy and abnormal, but now it is quiet and frightening, the only sound that can be heard is the sound of Feng blacksmith Feng Jing clanging the sword strip.

Wang Yuanbao hesitated, even though he had already made up his mind before he came, but this is just like a recruit on the battlefield, although he has always said to himself that he is not afraid, but he will still be scared and incontinent in front of iron and blood, Wang Yuanbao is like this, Feng Blacksmith Feng Jing is always not smiling, this is the gesture of the helpers below, for Chen Yue, Feng Blacksmith Feng Jing is still not smiling.

The word death on the stone tablet between the ruins above the heart lake became more and more obvious, and the black mist slowly marched towards the place where the heart lake stayed, and the endless mist exhaled by the dragon yin god suddenly seemed to be unconscious, and the black mist that had been wrapped in the endless mist merged into a ball, and fell on the place where the heart lake stayed, as if it had taken root, and the wisps went to the depths of the place where the heart lake stayed.

Wang Yuanbao suddenly felt a chill, shivered for no reason, after the cold, but he was endlessly tired, escaping, it is not a good way, after escaping, what he is afraid of is still there, and it will never be eliminated.

Thinking of this, Wang Yuanbao walked to the sword department, in the empty official room, echoing, only the sound of Feng blacksmith Feng Jing beating the sword bar and Wang Yuanbao's footsteps, quietly, the familiar blazing heat came to the face, Wang Yuanbao's heart was suddenly dispelled a lot, in the sword department, qualified to cast the sword, only Feng blacksmith Feng Jing alone, even Chen Yue can only play, Wang Yuanbao once touched the hammer that knocked the sword bar, as if it weighed more than 10,000 catties, but looking at Feng blacksmith Feng Jing mentioned, but as if it was nothing, Wang Yuanbao remembered what the book said"If the weight is light", Feng Blacksmith Feng Jing beats the sword bar just like lifting a weight, falling bit by bit, and the sword embryo can be formed in a moment.

Wang Yuanbao stretched out his hand and knocked on the door of the closed sword-casting room, and the knocking sound of the door echoed with the sound of clanging sword strips, which was very interesting, but the sound of hammering sword strips in the sword-casting room still did not stop.

Raising his hand and knocking on the door again, Wang Yuanbao said, "Master Feng, I want to tell you something!"

The words fell, but Wang Yuanbao's expected door opening failed, Feng Blacksmith Feng Jing in the sword casting room was as if he had not heard it, concentrating on adding fire to casting the sword embryo, the sword embryo brought by the brocade Taoist Li Yuhuan had already been formed, with the spiritual rhyme, and now to cast, you can only follow the methods of the predecessors to sharpen the spiritual rhyme in the sword embryo, the sound outside the door, even if the sound is in the ear, but it can not enter Feng Jing's heart, the sword casting is another kind of practice, and the spiritual rhyme in the sword embryo walks together, sharpens the mind, and the casting of the sword is like this.

Wang Yuanbao was not discouraged at all, and continued to knock on the door, but still no one responded, in the sword department, there were clanging and knocking, Wang Yuanbao said: "Master Feng, Chen Yue,,, Chen Yue, he has an accident!!"

The clanging sound stopped abruptly.

Wang Yuanbao said hoarsely as if Chen Yue's experience was pouring beans into a bamboo tube, and said it completely, and Wang Yuanbao's voice in the empty sword weapon department was extremely lonely.

The sound was in his ears, the hammer in Feng Jing's hand was placed on the sword embryo, and he didn't move anymore, his face remained the same, but the corners of his mouth had already evoked a bitter arc, he should have thought of it, what Fang Liang said was life and death, wealth in the sky, it was by no means a lie, Chen Yue's fate was not in the dragon field, if he forcibly entered the game, after all, it would be a bamboo basket to draw water, and even more, it was not something you could control, Fang Liang's words echoed in his ears again, Feng Jing smiled bitterly, there was no other way except a bitter smile, Chen Yue's life experience, Feng Jing knew very well, the little girl traveled to Dongshenzhou, and she picked up Chen Yue who was begging on the street from Kunpengzhou, which seemed to be calculated, that is, his state of mind was too weak at the beginning, and he had a good fate, and now the ending, he should have thought of it a long time ago, and sent a message to the sloppy Heavenly Monarch Grandmaster Xie with a sword book, Feng Jing could no longer control the initiative that was originally in his hands, so he would watch from the wall, and all the deductions of Fang Liang were in his eyes, but now they are revealed, but they are a little unacceptable.

For a long time, Wang Yuanbao gasped, sat down on the ground, and said all this, it took all Wang Yuanbao all his strength, and there was still only silence in response to all this.

Silence, in many cases, is more precious than gold.

Feng Jing sighed and picked up the hammer again, the ending that should have been thought of is now said from the mouths of others, which is really a bit ironic, but what can it be when it comes to the ears and hearts?

It's better to fall down happily with the hammer in your hand.

Wang Yuanbao got up in this silence, he finished what he should do, there was no reason to stay, and he walked out of the sword department, many times, Wang Yuanbao would rather be a dead person, no sorrow, no joy and sorrow, let it be, always know the sourness than the spectators, the drama on the stage, you can see their always bright makeup, but under the makeup, no one will care.

The curtain fell, the play has ended, the laughter and makeup are removed, and the joys and sorrows in the drama have long been known in my heart.

Wang Yuanbao walked out of the sword department, a burst of emptiness, people live not only for eating, drinking and having fun, nor for mediocrity, but with different thoughts from others, Wang Yuanbao's emptiness, it is from the frustration of this thought, Mr. Fang gave him a chance to see what he was thinking in his heart, and Chen Yue gave him a spring breeze ten miles of season, but the glass is fragile, the colorful clouds are scattered, these things he wants to keep are leaving him one by one, even if it is the old monk Gu Liangchan let him live well, but the lost thoughts, how to live well？

All appearances in the world are vain?

But Wang Yuanbao has been to the world under the mountain, complicated but also charming, vain, which is the vain, I have already made a conclusion in my heart, the description in the text of the play, there are always many falsehoods, but following the sloppy Tianjun Grandmaster Xie in the market, and in his heart there is a river and lake, false, it has long become true.

The moment he walked out of the Sword Division, a ripple rippled above Wang Yuanbao's heart lake.

"It's just that if you haven't seen Chen Yue, you should forget, and you can't remember it anyway. ”

Wang Yuanbao looked back at the sword weapon department who was still lonely in the sound of clanging banging, and wanted to speak, but he couldn't remember what he should say, and continued to walk towards where he should go.

The green poplars are like smoke, and the flying flowers that wear through the courtyard in the streets and alleys are stained on the tip of the nose, making people can't help but sneeze.

The tip of Wang Yuanbao's nose bypassed the slightly cool fragrance of the acacia flowers, which was much better than the snow-white flying flowers flying in the sky.

A slender figure appeared in front of him, slender but also heroic, so generously blocked in front of Wang Yuanbao, as if he knew where Wang Yuanbao was going.

Standing in the way of Wang Yuanbao was Xu Bailu's maid, Pu Jia.

Wang Yuanbao recognized Pu Jia, but Xu Bailu did not have any intersection with him, but he had seen it from afar, and Pu Jia, who was blocking the way, had only heard it in the mouths of those idle men, but now he was standing in front of him, and his eyes as deep as autumn water contained cold killing intent.

After all, Wang Yuanbao has touched the threshold of ordinary martial arts, and even the martial arts purple fetus has been conceived, if you can't see the killing intent in Pu Jia's eyes, then it is really the kung fu of practicing boxing and walking piles, and all of them have been learned in the dog's belly.

The martial arts in the Qifu dantian slowly flowed, and it was said on the regrettable Ding boxing spectrum that if you fight with one punch, lest a hundred punches come, the military warriors do not have the so-called reason to strike later, and the most important thing is to take the lead.

A touch of disdain flashed in Pu Jia's eyes, even if the Eight Realms martial artist is now standing in front of her, she is not afraid, not to mention that she is just a small One Realm martial artist, although this One Realm martial artist should have been her own "master", Pu Jia has long been murderous to Wang Yuanbao, no one will like the so-called providence in the mouth of others, and this is even more true for Pu Jia's true dragon blood, Fang Liang said that Wang Yuanbao is his own "master" Shi Pujia had already moved her murderous intent, and the battle for luck in the Dragon Field was also a battle for the avenue of water and fire, which made her more determined in her choice, Xu Bailu must get the luck of the Dragon Field, and Wang Yuanbao, who competed with him, must die.

With one step, the momentum of the True Dragon Blood Descendant suddenly exploded.

The mist in Wang Yuanbao's heart lake suddenly dispersed, and the sleeping dragon yin god faintly showed signs of raising its head.

Even if it is a Yin God, the majesty of the true dragon cannot be humiliated by a person with impure blood.

And just as Wang Yuanbao was about to punch, a gloomy and depressing but extremely familiar aura rose behind him.

A burst of laughter came.