The remnant sun is like blood.

Chen Qiaosheng, a scholar who can already write and paint the invincible Chen Qiaosheng under the immortal, is pacing on the streets of Wangxian Town at the moment, familiar streets, familiar scenery, and familiar wine shop archways.

Even, there are familiar people.

Accompanying him was the young man who rode Luan Feng down to the south of the Yangtze River on Zhenwu Mountain.

The young man's name is Mei Yixue.

White clothes win snow.

It is really the immortal demeanor of the mountain people.

The small people in Wangxian Town, who are familiar with the egret, will make a joke, and those who are not familiar with it also cast strange glances.

Without him, the proud protégé of Ouyang Xiaoqiao, the deputy mountain master of Chaoxia Academy on Chaoxia Island, once did the ridiculous things he did in this town, even after so many years, he was still so talked about.

So, this poor scholar with a bad record in the town paced with Mei Yixue, an immortal who rode a phoenix down the south of the Yangtze River on Zhenwu Mountain, and the painting style became a little weird.

"Shenxian Town's counterattack, really sharp, Zhao Qingwat has a full 10,000 iron horses, in a few days, there are only 2,900 horses left, he Zhao Qingwat is not distressed, I feel sorry for him, and Shenxian Town, what is lost is just some demons and monsters, he Zhao Qingwat can really sit still, worthy of being the king of Zhennan. Mei Yixue said softly.

"He Zhao Qinghu is not stupid, he is just waiting, waiting for the next move of the fairy town, in fact, it is just throwing stones to ask for directions, the sharper the counterattack of the fairy town, the more weak they are, but they are desperate, and it is also reasonable, on the day the fairy town is broken, all the mountain sects will divide and encroach on this piece of feng shui treasure Xianjia Cave Mansion, those small characters in the town are descendants, and their cultivation is just to make wedding dresses for others, this is to cut off the foundation of the fairy town, who can not be in a hurry?"

"Chen Qiaosheng, was you really killed?" This is a mystery that has always been buried in Mei Yixue's heart, and the battle against the river that day was indeed full of weirdness.

"Actually, I don't know, maybe, it's still alive, he Chen Qiaosheng is not stupid, maybe he is inviting you into the urn, but the price is a bit big!" said scholar Egret.

Mei Yixue frowned.

"Don't worry, there are always people who make a bird, no matter whether he is bluffing in Immortal Town or not, there will always be a day when he will take off his disguise, it's a pity, it's a pity that the group of hundred-year-old evil ghosts who shocked the entire Fengyang County Three Cities and Nine Divisions Yin Judge Chenghuang, that female ghost in red, really has some origins. Egret said.

Origin?

Mei Yixue chuckled and said, "That woman who took the sword downstairs to kill the princess, beheaded the lover, and swore to kill all the negative hearts in the world? ”

Calling for the Laws ......

Someone rode his horse and galloped.

The two stopped almost at the same time, and turned sideways to let the two horsemen gallop away.

on the street.

An old man with a rickety body walked slowly on the side of the street, his body was rickety, but his steps were steady.

Two rangers riding by.

One man and one woman.

The man is carrying a long sword and a green shirt.

The woman is wearing a long skirt, and her eyebrows are like autumn.

is really envious of the fairy couple of others.

"Get out of the way, old man, be careful of hitting you. The man with the sword looked viciously at the old man walking down the street and shouted.

The slow old man gave way sideways, but because of his slow movements, he was hit by the steed, and his body took two steps back.

"Look for death. The man with the long sword on his back was so domineering that he suddenly swung his whip and whipped it on the old man's face, leaving a deep blood mark on the old man's face in an instant.

The old man was not angry, not in a hurry, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and he even took the initiative to take two steps back.

The two rode away.

There are no cross-cutting branches.

When the two horses had disappeared at the end of the street, the old man touched the blood on his face, shook his head and sighed, and muttered to himself: "The current way of the world, the wind of the world is declining!"

Mei Yixue and scholar Bai Lu looked at this farce that was not even an episode, and shook their heads slightly.

Suddenly, Mei Yixue's pupils contracted suddenly, staring at the old man, her eyes full of shock.

I don't know when, in the old man's hand, there was already an extra long sword, which was the sword on the back of the man who rode away.

"It's kind of interesting. The scholar egret said softly.

............

"Senior brother, where's your sword?" Outside Wangxian Town, among a man and a woman galloping on horseback, the woman suddenly spoke.

The man was stunned for a moment, reached out and touched his back, but it was empty.

The man broke out in a cold sweat in an instant.

............

on the street.

Mei Yixue looked at the rickety old man who was leaving slowly, with strange eyes.

"A master?" Mei Yixue wondered.

"It's a master!" said Egret.

Someone with a sword passed over Wangxian Town, in the depths of the clouds, extremely hidden, and the direction of going was Lishui.

"Yes, there's a good show. Scholar Egret spoke.

............

After a cup of tea.

The river is long.

The drunken boatman, the dark-skinned young man, shook the oar, and walked slowly towards the opposite bank of the fairy town, his movements were lazy and drunk, as if he would sink the heart of the river if he was not careful.

On board, there was a man and a woman.

The man is the swordsman who is expected to enter the realm of earth immortals in the entire Daling Dynasty, that is, the current shopkeeper of Zhu Ji Wine Workshop in Immortal Town.

The female is the first beauty in the entire Daling Dynasty, Xie Yanyu.

The drunkard boatman is Xiao Changhe.

Lao Zhu's shopkeeper stood with a sword, his eyes on the bank of the Lishui River, and his face was as calm as water.

Xie Yanyu is holding a long whip in his hand, this long whip, it is said that there was a child of the fairy sect on the mountain who went down the mountain to practice, coveted Xie Yanyu's beauty, and teased two sentences, and was forced to be smoked by Xie Yanyu with a long whip on the street.

Even, the ancestor of the immortal sect on the mountain personally took action, but he did not protect the soul of the immortal sect.

Therefore, this whip got its name: whip immortal.

Behind Xiao Changhe, Ning Caisang's half-immortal soldier "South Lane Beauty" is still wrapped in layers of withered vines.

Lishui Riverside.

Zhao Qinghu, who had been camped and waited for a long time, had the remaining 2,900 iron horsemen, and sounded the horn of assembly at this moment.

Like the 2,900 iron horsemen facing the great enemy, they are ready to fight.

The boat slid slowly through the river.

An old man with a rickety body appeared on a mountain slowly, standing on the rock, staring at Zhao Qinghu's 2,900 iron horsemen and the Jiangxin boat that was slowly rocking, and said softly: "Three people, there are few enemies on the battlefield, let alone the most elite Zhennan Wang Iron Cavalry in the entire Daling Dynasty?"

It's the Iron Rider.

Two thousand nine hundred iron horses, Zhao Qinghu's elite, the horses that were previously washed away by the huge waves of Lishui have been recovered, and Zhao Qingwat used the shortest time to form the fierce iron cavalry that had stepped on the rivers and lakes.

Outside Wangxian Town.

Zhenwu Mountain Meiyixue rode Luan Feng hovering in mid-air, and looked at the boat that came leisurely, a boatman, a swordsman, and a beauty.

The scholar Egret painted a white cloud, and he sat on top of the white cloud, looking a little disappointed.

He looked down and saw the man who had lost his sword and the woman standing at the bottom of the hill.

And on the top of this mountain, standing is the rickety old man whose face was whipped with a bloody mark.

"Hehe, it's more interesting. Scholar Egret smiled.