And just when the young man stepped into the six hundred and sixty miles, on the rattan chair in front of Nanshan Yizhuang, Dai Daojin, who was basking in the sun with his eyes closed, opened his eyes, and a different color flashed in his eyes, and then he raised his head and squinted at the sun in the sky, and then closed his eyes again and basked in the sun.

......

The young man walked towards Nanshan, but his footsteps were not fast, and his eyes scanned left and right from time to time, even the grass and trees on the side of the road did not let go.

At this time, the sun was hanging high, and the golden sunlight was falling, so that the flowers and trees bathed in the sun were filled with a rhythm of life, and the young man walked for a while, paused, and leaned over to look down carefully.

It was a very common roadside weed, called green tooth grass, and he didn't know how much he had seen along the way, and it was not unique to this place.

But the green tooth grass here, including the one in front of him, gave him a different feeling.

The young man looked intently, the slender cyan leaves, full of moisture, actually gave him a feeling of "round and jade", and at the same time, his powerful mind also sensed that there was a very subtle wisp of qi circulating in this leaf.

This "qi" is very different from the true qi in his body, but is somewhat like the grass itself. But the place he had walked before did not have this phenomenon, so this place gave him a very strange feeling.

Every life here always exudes a sense of mellowness and harmony.

The young man stood up, the restrained splendor in his eyes flickered from time to time, and he raised his feet and continued to walk forward.

Walked dozens of miles, passing through a stream, the flowing water murmured, like a pearl touching a jade plate, crisp and pleasant, with the sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves, this piece of the world, as if the nature played a movement, let people listen, the mind is calm, and the mood is also smooth.

The same is true of the young people, attracted to the stream, quietly walking up to the stream and closing their eyes and listening.

Just when the young man closed his eyes, the gurgling water in front of him, reflecting the golden sunlight that penetrated the leaves, reflected the dreamy colors, between the changes of light and shadow, the stream was still clear and transparent, just look carefully, you will find that the slow flow of water is the convergence of countless small water swords less than an inch long, like the sand of the Ganges, at first glance, like a stream.

"Zheng ......"

"Zheng...... Zheng ......"

The music of nature is slowly changing, faintly with a sharp sound, with a hint of slaughter.

At the beginning, there was only a faint ringing, but later, it was like a thousand swords firing together, roaring between the heavens and the earth, shattering everything, and the cold current invaded this heaven and earth, as if to freeze everything.

This cold aura was not because of anything else, but because there was infinite sword intent filling this heaven and earth.

The young man's face was calm, and only then did he open his eyes, his eyes were gloomy, looking at the stream in front of him, and the momentum on his body slowly unfolded......

As if triggered by its momentum, a big tree not far away, suddenly full of emerald green leaves, all seemed to lose their vitality, turned into yellow leaves, and when the breeze blew, it broke away from the branches and fell flutteringly.

The emerald green canvas within a radius of ten miles, this big tree seems to be yellow pigment, spreading rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the cold autumn came, and all the eyes were yellow leaves and dead branches.

The young man was dressed in white, like a scholar in the sentimental world in the jungle of yellow leaves in late autumn, but he did not have the delicate nature of a scholar, but he had a stronger and stronger momentum, and he was fierce and fierce.

All around, more and more yellow leaves were falling, and one of them just fell from the top of the young man's head.

The veins of the yellow leaves are clear, and the loss of water makes it look a little shriveled, faintly gray, fluttering, swirling, falling from the ears of the young man, and he can even smell the smell of the yellow leaves.

The yellow leaves are wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, forming a sharp protrusion, and when they swirl and fall over the ears of young people, the tips of the yellow leaves are just scratched to the young man's white and tender neck......

"Zheng ......"

Two equally white fingers clamped the yellow leaves, and there was a sound of gold and iron resonating.

The voice fell, and the yellow leaves in the sky seemed to be guided, and they all turned into sharp blades, and the sound of breaking through the air sounded, sneering at the young man.

The young man's fingers shook casually, threw down the yellow leaves in his hands, stepped on his feet, and his right fist was fiercely horizontal, the momentum was like a mountain, stirring this world between the wheels, and the yellow leaves in the sky converged in his hands, turning into powder between his palms and fingers, and falling in a row.

After doing this, the young man didn't care, his eyes just stared at the stream that was still flowing slowly, the color of the stream was no longer as clear and transparent as before, it became darker, revealing a dark green, as if the green within the ten miles was absorbed by it.

The young man stared at the stream, but what was reflected in his pupils was not flowing water, but countless small water swords glowing with cold light, water swords were lined up one after another, and a handle was connected back and forth, and the sword intent in it seemed to turn into an invisible silk thread, integrating these countless water swords into one.

The sound of gurgling water slowly disappeared, and the young man raised his head slightly, looking into the air.

The "stream" rose into the air, and finally revealed its true face, and the countless tiny water swords, at this moment, swallowed the brilliant sword qi, turned into a long dragon of sword qi, hovering and swinging its tail in mid-air.

The young man showed admiration on his face, but he was not afraid at all, he had an invincible heart, and he was naturally confident that he was invincible.

The long dragon where the water sword gathered, the dragon head was raised, and it roared silently, but it was a roaring sword roar, and then it didn't do anything else, cutting through the sky and sweeping towards the man in white.

"Boom"

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and everything around it was smashed.

After a while, the dust cleared, and the white clothes on the young man's body were still spotless, but the body of the water sword dragon in the sky was a little smaller.

The young man waited intently for the other party's second blow, but saw that the water sword dragon had turned into flowing water, falling like rain, wetting the surrounding land. The stream just now had already been plowed away by the sword qi just now.

The young man frowned slightly, it was just a blow just now, and the winner was not scored, why did the other party stop?

After thinking for a while, he shook his head, but he really didn't know much about this mysterious man, so he couldn't guess. He didn't think much about it, turned and continued to hurry, leaving only a large mess behind him.

And not long after the young man left, the place suddenly dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed and thundered, and heavy rain poured down.

The rain comes and goes fast.

The rain washed out a new stream, and the grass on the ground was re-excavated, and in a few breaths the place became green again, and even the young sapling quickly became strong, almost to its original appearance.

......

In front of Yizhuang, Kuroko set the table and the food was served.

The dishes are simple, there are meat and vegetarian dishes, and there is a bowl of yellow and clear wine.

Heizi invited Dai Daojin to the table, and the couple sat down and began to eat. Heizi glanced at the black line around Dai Daojin's neck, turned his head and grabbed a piece of venison for his wife, who was pregnant and needed to replenish her body.

Dai Daojin didn't move his chopsticks, he rarely eats, only occasionally eats, the wine in this bowl is also made by Heizi with wild fruits in the mountains, tasted it, it tasted good, was written down by Heizi, and he has been preparing it for him.

Dai Daojin picked up the porcelain bowl, took a sip, felt the taste, and was silent as before.

Kuroko has long been used to it, and it's not strange to see it, although they live together, but if the two communicate, they won't have more than ten sentences a year.

After eating, Kuroko has to get up and pack up his things.

Dai Daojin said softly: "I owe Lao Chen a favor, and I can't repay it, but it will fall on you." ”

Kuroko's eyes were surprised, and he hurriedly said, "No need to ......"

Dai Daojin ignored him, turned his head to look at his wife's big belly, and said lightly: "Let's find you a master." ”

Heizi looked at his wife's stomach, secretly looked at Dai Daojin, vaguely glanced at the black line on his neck, muttered in his heart, but did not dare to squeak, for this "person" who did not know whether he was dead or alive, although he was accustomed to the existence of the other party, but the fear in his heart had been deeply planted on that day many years ago.