Zhou Yixin, "Yes. "Huang Qi, Sun Li and the others came with torches, and there were two sharp swords in front and behind From a distance, the cliff was too high, and everyone didn't dare to move around.

Zhu was reluctant and asked, "Is there a way to go down?"

Huang Qi ordered the two torches to go down and look at them with his probe. The firelight fell all the way, as if it hadn't touched the ground before being swallowed up by the darkness, for fear it was thousands of feet high.

Chang Shu sighed softly, "Go ahead." It turned out that accompanied by Tong Qianjin, he was also watching in the crowd

When the two entered the forest, Tong Qianjin screamed, "Let's not wait for them to go down and have a look?"

Chang Shu, "No one can go down in such rain." ”

Tong Qianjin admires the common book very much. If it weren't for Changshu leading him, he might not have been able to witness the war, so he stopped talking and left together.

Second, after the storm, the wind and waves are calm, the cliffs are haunting, unfathomable, and the cliffs are straight and difficult for flying apes to cross. Huang Qi was ready and ordered a 100-foot rope to climb down.

More than ten feet later, the man was hiding in the clouds. After a long time, the man crawled back and shook his head. "It's too deep to see anything. ”

There is still no bottom under the hundred zhang, what can be done, I have to give up.

Huang Qi leads the Iron Fist to help people return to life. When they left, they said to Zhou Yixin: "When Brother Zhou inherits the throne, the Iron Fist Society will bring a gift to the mountain to congratulate. ”

Zhou Yixin smiled slightly and waved his fist. "Our sect is in great trouble, and the leader has unfortunately died. Our disciples must uphold our teacher's ambition to revitalize the Qishan Sword School. As for the position of leader, all disciples need to consult and agree......"

"Senior brother, the position of the leader cannot be suspended. I'll send you, who else can convince the public? Please don't refuse. ”

"Yes, big brother, we all have your back. "It's the other two disciples of the Qishan Sword Sect, and they all look excited.

He sighed slightly and said, "It's a pity, Brother He." We have to go back to the mountains to deal with Master's aftermath. ”

Huang Qi: "Brother Zhou is very endowed, and the sword school in Qishan will be better in the future." Huang congratulated him first. Goodbye, gentlemen. "Horses catch up with the brigade.

Zhou Yixin looked at his back and said softly in his heart: "This person should not be underestimated. Be mindful from now on. Zhu said: "I'm leaving too." "It looks sad.

Zhou Yixin, "The evil one stole to death." Brother Zhu is sorry. ”

Zhu Beixiao, wearing a blue shirt and stepping on a muddy horse, ran straight out of twenty miles without regard to his younger brothers, and then slowly stopped, because he saw someone on the road in front of him.

Who just stopped the torrential rain of Zhu!?

Julema stopped, sorted out his mood, his eyes were sacred, his lips pursed, he was silent, and his majesty was natural.

It is the common book and the child jack that blocks the drying road. Tong Qianjin was shocked to see his face sink.

Chang Shu turned over and dismounted. "Hello, Brother Zhu, Xia Changshu"

Zhu frowned slightly. "Are you waiting for me?"

Chang Shu glanced at Zhu's back and said, "I have something to tell you next time." I never had a chance, so I'm here waiting for you. ”

Zhu secretly felt in his heart, did this person know that he would take this path? What did he mean by "never have a chance"? Then he said in a deep voice: "What is the matter?"

"How about we talk while we walk?" Chang Shu got on his horse again and turned the horse's head around.

Zhu Sheng was brave and fearless, and drove the horse to follow.

Soon after, the Qishan Sword Sect and his team also left the road, and a heated chase ended.

The Sword Sect, Qishan, is expected to return to Zhou Yixin and ask Zhou Yixin to succeed him as leader. However, Zhou Yixin categorically refused, his approach was not enough, he was generous. Instead, he decided to go into retreat to learn swordsmanship, and unless he succeeded in kendo, he would never pass customs, and his lofty ambitions won applause.

However, there is another scene under the cliff. Xiyun wakes up leisurely and finds himself lying in a simple but neat house. He was sore all over his body and his bones numb, which surprised him. "I'm not dead?"

Xiyun sat up slowly, with some astringency in the rate operation, there were quite a few dark injuries in his body, and the injuries everywhere were handled by heart. The fine linen gauze is wrapped tightly and neatly layer by layer, which looks pleasing to the eye, and almost makes people want to be good at more and wrap more.

Xiyun sat cross-legged and cleared his thoughts. When he fell off the cliff, he was just dead, and his heart was a little clearer. When he dies and comes back to life, life is a pity. If he dies in the temple, he will only go down a few times, but there are many experiences. Tea, the owner Chen Jia, Tang Yu (Qingliu), Black Tiger, Qi Meng, Zhu Lizhen, Zhou Yixin, Lin Zhengzhong, Ling Feiyan, etc., there are so many people, so many things, and all kinds of ways to escape. People's emotional desires are so rich and wonderful that they can help others as well as hurt others.

Xiyun thought about it for a moment. "No Desire, No Thought" runs smoothly, and his mind falls silent. The inner interest flowed through the body over and over again. If the chaos starts, it becomes natural.

This is the longest time since Xiyun practiced. His torso was straight, his treasures were solemn, and his whole body was faintly golden. From white to night, to the second morning, Xiyun finally slowly opened his eyes, his golden light gradually gathered, and his eyes also brightened. After a long time, his eyes returned to normal. Then he smiled softly and took a deep breath. He just felt that he was perfect and that he had made great progress. Opening the door of the house, Xiyun saw that many people were looking at him, surprised and whispered. He broke through the realm, his body was golden, white was good, but it was too striking at night. If no one was strictly forbidden to disturb him, his house might have been demolished. But he didn't know, and he didn't feel any difference. He looked around gently.

If there are signs of a breakthrough, the average person will retreat under strict protection. For the sake of safety and quiet, because the breakthrough cannot be disturbed at all, the opportunity to break through will be missed, and ordinary viruses, insanity, and even death.

Xiyun has never had any scruples about practicing in the mountains, and the humble wooden house has a diluted and peaceful mood, which makes him not doubt it at all. Even without going out, he could feel that it was a peaceful place outside.

The current situation is strange. Xiyun didn't shout, but he also showed some curiosity.