The cold sea breeze made Wang Xianzhi calm down a little.

He was thinking about one thing, he was already in front of this person, and he didn't have time to inform the rest of the celestial masters. After his death, the rest of the land immortal masters, even if they were united, he didn't think they would be able to kill this person.

Even he himself has always been confident, if he fights to the death, he will definitely be able to fight the remaining nine of the ten martial arts judges in the world.

Wang Xianzhi is a martial artist, and the first reaction when danger comes is naturally to kill the opponent.

As an authentic martial artist, challenging those immortals in the sky is not a temptation for him.

Although the immortals in the sky are not necessarily stronger than the heavenly people in the world, they have gathered thousands of years of outstanding people, and there must be a lot of strong ones.

Seek a thousand years of peace for the rivers and lakes......

Wang Xianzhi muttered a few words in his heart, and after a while, he slowly spit out: "How much do you know about the heavens, what are your plans?" This is the first time in his life that he has been forced.

Dai Daojin smiled, looked at the East China Sea, reached out to collect the hair on his chest, and said, "Leave these to me, you just have to watch this river and lake carefully, and there will be a time when you can contribute." ”

Then, he pointed to the undulating waves of the East China Sea and said softly: "Brother Dao, welcome this magnificent era." ”

The two stood side by side, looking at the East China Sea.

On this day, in front of the East China Sea, the two men said a few words, setting the tone for the next hundred years in the human world.

......

Although Dai Daojin and Wang Xianzhi have reached a preliminary cooperation, it does not mean that he can simply pick up the skin of the true body of the immortals in the sky as his material in the future.

The goal has changed, and the difficulty has become greater.

But, fighting with the sky, the fun is endless, isn't it?

......

In the blink of an eye, it was another five years.

Nanshan, in front of Yizhuang, Dai Daojin lay on the recliner with his eyes closed, his mind was silent in the horn vein heavens, and the spirit was suspended in the sky, overlooking the world.

On the black earth, some simple tribes have appeared, and the originally chaotic yin spirits have begun to gather and form force groups.

Even among the many tribes, several have begun to form their own guard forces.

Dai Daojin, as usual, looked at it for a while and then retreated.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Xu Weixiong and Jia Jiajia, two little girls, five years, Xu Weixiong was twelve or thirteen years old at this time, beautiful appearance, although not stunning, but also belonged to the middle and upper,

The little girl is not very old, but her eyes are clear, flashing with the light of wisdom, these years, on this mountain, Dai Daojin has taught all the knowledge and principles that he can teach, but he did not teach martial arts, and only let her stand for five years on the Wuji pile.

The same is true for Jia Jiajia, the little girl is seven or eight years old at the moment, but her height is about the same as Xu Weixiong, and her qi and blood are stronger than Xu Weixiong, which shows that her talent in martial arts is even greater than Xu Weixiong.

Xu Weixiong once asked Dai Daojin why he didn't teach the two martial arts.

Dai Daojin only said that his martial arts were not suitable for the two of them, and he didn't say much about the rest.

Today, after the two small stations finished their piles, they were stopped by Dai Daojin.

Looking at Xu Weixiong, Dai Daojin smiled lightly: "You have been on the mountain for five years, you have learned everything you should learn, and you can go down the mountain." I have informed your father, and he will send for you in the afternoon to take you home. ”

Xu Weixiong faded away from the girl's naughtiness, was quite calm, and said: "The teacher is a pedant, what Weixiong has learned is only a drop in the ocean, and the disciple still wants to stay with the teacher." ”

Dai Daojin smiled and shook his head, "Your brother is five or six years old, don't you want to go back to see him? and your parents." ”

Xu Weixiong suddenly hesitated.

Dai Daojin smiled, turned his head to look at Jia Jiajia, groaned, and said, "Tomorrow, you and I will go down the mountain." ”

Jia Jiajia has never spoken much, and said in a low voice: "Yes, sir." ”

The people sent by Xu Xiao picked up Xu Weixiong in the afternoon.

On the second day, Jia Jiajia said goodbye to his mother and followed Dai Daojin down the mountain.

On the mountain trail, Dai Daojin walked forward with his hands in his hands, and the little girl in gray linen followed behind like a little tail, without saying a word.

Dai Daojin said softly: "Jiajia, do you know why I gave you such a name?"

"I don't know. A low voice came from behind.

Dai Daojin smiled lightly: "Thirty years ago, there was a disciple in the Shangyin School Palace, named Huang Longshi, who was recognized as the first in the Nineteen Dao, the first in cursive, the first in Yin and Yang, and was famous all over the world......."

He said lightly in the front, and the little girl listened quietly in the back.

......

Huang Longshi looked at the face of the little girl in front of him, as if it had spanned thousands of years, and it coincided with the pretty face under Cheng Huan's knees.

His mind was far away, he was in a little trance, and his heart was extremely uncomfortable.

Different time and space, two similar flowers.

The little girl in the coarse cloth was a little grizzled and was now walking down the street towards the outside of the town.

Huang Longshi followed quietly behind him, until out of the town, the little girl came to the river, squatted down, picked up a handful of water, and washed her little face. The little face that was washed away became more and more similar to the face in my memory.

"Who are you?"

He was stunned when the little girl noticed him.

Huang Longshi looked at the people by the river, stepped forward, his heart was sour, and asked softly, "Why are you the only one, your father?"

"Dead. The words were calm and emotionless.

Huang Longshi seemed to have suppressed his feelings for a long time, and couldn't help but say, "What about the rest of your family?"

The little girl kept her head down and did not speak.

Huang Longshi stepped forward and took the little girl's hand, "From today on, you can follow me." ”

The warmth of the palm quieted the little girl's struggling hand.

"What's your name?"

"Jia Jiajia. ”

Jia Jiajia...... Good name. ”

......

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the crumbling Xiangfan City once again repelled the Liyang army.

At the head of the city, it can hardly be called the head of the city, with potholes and even collapsed. The soldiers standing on guard had dead eyes, sallow faces, and terrible emaciation, as if they were not armed with spears, as if they would have fallen at any moment.

The grain and grass in Xiangfan City had already run out a year and a half ago, and all the living and dead things in the city that could be swallowed into their stomachs had long been turned over and over again by the soldiers of Da Chu, and the war horses had already been killed.

Wang Mingyang stood at the head of the city, his whole person was almost broken, but his eyes were still firm, and there seemed to be a fire beating in his eyes.

He looked around, not knowing whether the persistence of the past five years was right or wrong.

However, it doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong. Yesterday, Liyang added a new army, I heard that it was the seven princes of Liyang who led the troops, and I am afraid that this Xiangfan City will not be able to hold for long.

At night, in the big tent of the Liyang Chinese Army, Xu Xiao and Zhu ignored the tied position.

Zhu ignored the momentum of his body, he was no longer as sharp as he was five years ago, the power of the emperor, the majesty of the supreme and noble became more and more restrained, only the dazzling light in his eyes flickered from time to time, which made people dare not look directly.

Xu Xiao leaned slightly to the side, and said respectfully: "Your Highness has any instructions for tomorrow's battle?"

Zhu ignored the kind smile and said with a smile: "Although I am here to lead the troops, the army is still led by the general, and the general can make his own decisions." ”

When the generals in the tent heard this, they immediately had a little more affection for the Seventh Prince.

Xu Xiao's cold face remained unchanged, nodded slightly, turned his head and began to order tomorrow's battle plan.

The second day, the sky was clear and it was a good day.

Zhu ignored a suit of armor, a sword hanging from his waist, looked at the Xiangfan City in front of him, and was very surprised by his guard Wang Mingyang, surprised that he could block Xu Xiao for five years, and even made the elite of Beiliang lose most of it.

"Mu ......"

The horn sounded, and the siege began.

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