Wang Yuanbao was drunk and light, but Sect Master Xie was very nervous, the monks on the mountains of the two sides of the continent contacted each other, relying on the natural not the ordinary post station to pass the book, but the communication sword book that could pass through the cloud realm.

The Sword Immortal Imperial Sword can take people's lives thousands of miles away, relying on the traction of the qi veins between the Jindan True Yuan and the Natal Flying Sword, out of a thousand miles, it will be weakened, but the transmission sword book is an outlier, it is thousands of miles away at every turn, relying on it, naturally it will not be the true yuan, the thunder in the virtual realm, and the spiritual money containing the aura of the mountains and rivers can drive the transmission sword book.

Sect Master Xie had a bitter face, and put the twenty Yun Ling coins into the sword trough of the Transmission Sword Book, for a while, after the fall of the three major caves, the number of Yun Ling coins became a fixed number, except for the monopoly of the large sects on the mountain, the scattered in various continents are even rarer, very few, with one less one.

Twenty Yunling coins are the accumulation of how many Immortal Origin Great Demons Sect Master Xie has killed, and they are gone in a blink of an eye, and if he is a monk of the Middle Fourth Realm, he is so distressed that he is afraid that half of his life will also follow.

The communication sword book that had just had the shape of the sword trembled for a while, and the sword body that had been nourished by the aura of mountains and rivers was actually filled with mist, and the white light flashed, and the communication sword book went straight to the sky from Sect Master Xie's hand, and in less than half a moment, it disappeared into the cloud void realm.

Naturally, the news in the Sword Book will not be good, and what gives Sect Master Xie more headaches than the loss of twenty Yunling Coins is the greeting from Longchang Town.

The characters of the Five Realms, in order to take advantage of it, even disregard their faces, and the freshly cast sword embryo can't use twenty Yunling coins at all, but a plain news, together with the friendship of the classmates, is not considered, and the blacksmith is in business.

But what made Sect Master Xie even more troublesome was not being ripped off, the famous people in the Five Realms actually fell into someone else's trap and were used as chess pieces to play with in the palm of their hands, which was really embarrassing!

The big guy's plan always makes people walk into the trap unconsciously and don't know it, which is the comprehension and application of the road trip.

Variables and fixed numbers are just a matter of moving a chess piece, and it is not contaminated with cause and effect, and Grandmaster Xie is this chess piece, and this game of chess has been laid out as early as Peach Blossom Mountain, and walking around is planned by others, and the water is very deep and muddy.

Shuddering, that's it.

Sect Master Xie sighed, "A group of old immortals, if you want to play conspiracy, you have to go to the old cow's nose, you have no ability, but you come to calculate me, the dough can really be thin or thick, and those who enjoy the incense of a continent are really not fuel-efficient lamps." ”

After scolding for a long time, Grandmaster Xie also felt bored, he closed his mouth, since he entered the game, it would be difficult to grasp the initiative again, the two chess players played against each other, so they would not pay attention to the mood of the chess pieces, Grandmaster Xie couldn't play chess, but he was also a Taoist Shenjun, he couldn't break the game, but someone could break it.

Wang Yuanbao dreamed, the peach blossoms on the Peach Blossom Mountain bloomed round after round, but there was no result, the fox Xiaoling somehow, he fell into the white water pool, stained with mud, the smoke in the Peach Blossom Temple, curling up, the world lord seemed to fall down the lotus seat in this fireworks, forgetting the compassion for the common people.

The old laurel tree was full of flowers, and Gu Liangchan smiled under the tree.

Hate will change a person, but it will also make people remember ordinary things, plant the seeds of memory in the soil next to the heart lake, and when the waves rise again and overflow, through joys and sorrows, take root and sprout, until they grow into a towering tree.

However, these dreams are all made under the night sky, Sect Master Xie can't wait to be calculated, anyone can do it, I want Xie to be a chess piece, do your spring and autumn dreams!

The flow of time can be intercepted, and naturally it can be retraced, and the flow of time in the wine shop is much slower, just like the sky in the cave, the day in the cave, and the youth in the world.

The farthest ocean ferry of the Chiyan Dynasty is in its vassal country Haizhou State, and the dragon boat of the ferry port of other continents, the ferry boat of Haizhou State Ferry, is the real dragon relic, although the real dragon is dead, the dragon power still exists, the river and sea snake on the ocean of the five directions, and which one dares to face the dragon power?

Those who can master the true dragon relics ferryboat will naturally not be an ordinary mountain sect, and the lower gate of the Taisu Sect of the Kyaukju Continent Sect is located in the Longshou Mountain of Haizhou State.

On the real dragon boat, there is one more monk.

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Longchang Town also ushered in the autumn wind, shabby old Xiucai held the daughter red who had just stolen from the wedding banquet of the Lu family, and quietly returned to the study, originally saw that the black dog of the sixth aunt's house was fat and moving, and ate dog meat in autumn, not only sticking to the fat but also making up for it, just about to do it, where did he know that the beast was very shrewd, and barked wildly, causing the sixth aunt to pick up the mallet for washing and chase it out.

"The autumn wind is gradually rising, but there is no wine but no meat. ”

The shabby old Xiucai sighed, and was about to taste the daughter red of the Lu family's little lady's wedding banquet, when a cold fist swept away the roof of the study with an annoying autumn wind.

A barefoot man fell from the sky, landed in the study, poured himself a full bowl of wine, and said loudly: "This jar of wine tastes good, but there is no dog meat, it's boring!"

Lao Xiucai said lightly with a dark face: "Watch dog, don't do business, I have dog meat for drinking today." ”

The barefoot man said nonchalantly: "Isn't it just a jar of wine?" What's this, it's a big deal, I'll go to Jixia Xuegong Zongmiao to steal ten ...... Altar, no, an altar!!"

Lao Xiucai glanced at him and said, "Do you dare?"

After a while, the barefoot man scratched his head, and said embarrassedly: "I can still afford the wine in the wine shop, the Ten Realms Martial Dao, I won't even drink the altar wine and be poked in the backbone by you, right?"

Before he finished speaking, the barefoot man was punched in the eye, and before he could react, more violent wind and rain hit him.

If you don't experience the baptism of boxing and rain, how can you resist the wind with nothing?

There is one thing in the Jixia School Palace, Lao Xiucai has a set of reasoning, and there is even more of a set for the unreasonable.

The characters of the ten realms of ordinary martial arts are pressed to the ground and beaten, such strange things are extremely rare in the world of Senluo, but all the sects on the mountain, most of them want a face, and the soldiers can not be killed, and the barefoot man is the genuine ten realms, and the ordinary martial arts are clearly recorded, but the eight realms have touched the ceiling, as for the "ceiling" After the avenue, you can only explore by yourself, the road is long, I will go up and down and seek, what I am talking about is the trip to the avenue after the eight realms of ordinary martial arts, can become a martial artist who breaks seven into eight, and has long been a grandmaster in various continents, and the soldier on Yunmeng Mountain, the ancestor of the soldiers of the Eastern Divine Continent, is only the peak of the nine realms.

Lao Xiucai in the Jixia School Palace is not only the truth, but also the fist, after the southern crossing, the Confucian truth somehow, has become the carrier of Buddhism and Taoism, just with a few books that have deviated from the right track of the "sage book" in the bullshit truth, and do not know the ideal, can not establish a magnificent and prosperous world, which dynasty is established in the territory, the prosperity of the Ding, is relying on the scholar to reason?

The truth in the book can rule the world, but the fist can fight the world.

The barefoot man who guarded the door was beaten by an old fist, so angry that his teeth were itching, the old Xiucai's seniority was higher than his master, and he returned his hand, and he was afraid that he would be beaten when he went back.

I wanted to vent my anger, but the barefoot man who guarded the door saw Lao Xiucai's eyes as if he was about to kill, swallowed his saliva, and drank obediently.

Lao Xiucai found a book and put it under his buttocks and said: "The gourd in the ancestral hall of the three surnames should almost be ripe, and the gourd in the Hanmen Academy has not yet come, it is unreasonable, you will not only come to bring me wine when you are idle, right?"

Hearing the word "send wine", the barefoot man who guarded the door turned black.

This is Lao Xiucai's unkindness, beating people, and taking damages, who can bear this? But looking at Lao Xiucai's fist shrunk in his sleeve, the barefoot man who guarded the door endured it silently.

People with big fists are the truth.

The barefoot man who guarded the door said: "The ancestral hall is still the same as before, but the people who hold the knife door only come to the sword book, and even the ordinary knife people have not come, but I am afraid that this bureau will start in advance." ”

Lao Xiucai didn't know where to take out a piece of yellowed rice paper, as well as a pen that was almost bald, sat in the autumn wind, drew four circles on the rice paper, and wrote down "Jixia School Palace", "Zhuzi Baijia", "Peach Blossom Mountain" and "Watchdog", dozens of clear veins derived from the circle, and each corresponding origin and cause and effect were also marked one by one under the circle.

Delineation and traceability.

The old showman's means of fame.

Glimpsing the word "watchdog", the barefoot man who watched the door silently poured a sip of wine, silent, and could only endure, and those who are good at forbearance can become great things and great things.

Every stroke falls, the direction of each vein will show a point, and those who follow the rules are no less than ten, but Lao Xiucai frowned, how can the direction of everything in the world be so stereotyped, the world is impermanent, how can there be "permanence" to say.

If something goes wrong, it's a demon, and it's even more demonic when everything is usually in order.

People's hearts are like flowing water, every time there are no rules at all, even if the iron-faced person who adheres to the original intention and abides by the rules, he wants to be a liver and gall, good and evil, and probably can't, the rules are set by people, everyone has selfishness, even if the saints who sit in the world, they can't do it, let alone this impermanent world.

But the veins circled by Lao Xiucai are as straight as an axe and chisel carving, the warp and weft are stacked horizontally, criss-crossed, and the general view is gone, except for the clouds and mist, the rest is suddenly clear, it is a chessboard.

The warp and weft staggering points of the chessboard are the embodiment of the barefoot man who guards the door.

Throwing the pen, Lao Xiucai said: "The chess game has really grown, the clouds cover the fog, and I almost lost the old man's eyes, hehe." ”

The chess player is cautious and cautious in every step, and he is in line with the rules, but he is still inferior to Lao Xiucai, and the characters who dare to argue with the four saints and three sages, if they let the juniors cover their eyes, wouldn't it make the guys in the Jixia School Palace laugh and lose their big teeth?

The barefoot man who watched the door picked up the rice paper, and the expression on his face began to be wonderful, since the Spring and Autumn Hundred Schools, Confucianism has never been separated, and now the abbot is one of the four saints of the Xue Palace, and the two high disciples are now the Legalist giants in the world.

If you can't even understand the clear context on the rice paper, then the barefoot man can cut himself to thank heaven and earth, he is guarding the Legalist Patriarch Hall, and the means in this game of chess, in addition to the vertical and horizontal family, can count one is the Legalist.

The barefoot man said coldly: "Good spirit, good means, among the seventy-two sages in the Jixia School Palace, I am afraid that only Zhao Qianzhi can compare with him, and even the Legalists have calculated to enter the bureau unconsciously, and sure enough, they are firmly at the height of the temple, and the means they think about are really clever!"

Lao Xiucai picked up the remaining half of the altar of daughter Hong, and walked towards the outside of Longchang Town in the autumn wind, the figure was sparse, the night was cold, and the barefoot man who guarded the door got up and left, this matter is not over!