Buyi Jianglang has always been a legend of strange peaks, and no one in the rivers and lakes has never heard of this legend.

The young man listened to this legend, Jiangzuo thatched cottage became the place they yearned for, they longed to go to Jiangzuo one day to discuss the sword with Buyi Jianglang Fenglin, and the thatched cottage fought wine; the amorous girls listened to this legend, and the waves of the sky and the sea became the romance of their longing, and they looked forward to the day when the cloth Jianglang dragon descended from the sky to come to their side, hand in hand in the clouds, and wander in all directions.

Whether it is a heroic boy or a gentle girl, they can't imagine that Buyi Jianglang has also had troubles, injuries, hatreds, and grievances.

Jiang Zuo Buyi was deep in the quagmire of grievances and hatred at this time, his eyes were blinded by the night that had just come, and the cold vicissitudes were both in his heart and on his brows.

The wind and dust sat around him, and the wind by the river was as sharp as a sword tonight, and as cold as a knife. Their eyes are as sharp as swords, and their hearts are as cold as swords.

Tonight, there is no trace of stars and moons, and there is only the sound of empty waves and scattered fallen leaves by the river. A fallen leaf swept in front of the eyes of the white-robed old man, and the white-robed old man said: "The primordial gods of those three people are about to come out at midnight, if Jiang Lang wants to destroy them, he must comprehend the magic skills passed on to you by the four of us before midnight, and integrate them, and send and receive them freely." ”

The woman in blue got up leisurely and said, "My ability is the weakest, so let's start with myself." With that, his body fluttered, like a wisp of smoke dancing in the night sky. The white-robed old man said: "The third child is the holy hand of Danqing, Jiang Lang understands it carefully. ”

I saw that the woman in blue grabbed it in the sky, and then held a purple pen, and as her body floated, the pen spit out, and she actually painted in the night sky. Jiang Zuo Buyi chased the pen, but saw the pen walking dragon and snake, suddenly changing, for a while the mountains and rivers are thousands of miles of weather, and for a while the fine description of the pen is meticulous.

When the woman in blue retracted her gestures, the strange light surged, and the purple qi was clear, and she actually painted a long scroll in the night sky.

The peaks are undulating, stretching like a dragon, a red maple is in front, the flying leaves are dashing, the iron stem runs through the air, the horizontal branches are invincible, the peaks are covered by the red maple, looming. The woman in blue said: "This painting will disappear without a trace in a moment, Jiang Lang must pay full attention and look at it carefully before he can have some understanding." ”

Jiang Zuo Buyi looked up at the painting and instantly gained something. On the one hand, he is enlightened by the heavens, and his heart is full of divine light, so he will inevitably draw inferences from one another; on the other hand, he has a deep foundation and has many miraculous skills, and he will inevitably get twice the result with half the effort. A long roar came out of his mouth, his body moved slightly, and the eight veins of the Qi Sutra in his body had abundant power to cross and horizontally, and involuntarily, he had already risen up, sitting proudly in the air like a god, with his big sleeves stretched, like a group of peaks. Stretching away, the other arm was furious, and the true qi in his body hissed out from his five fingers, falling in the air like flying leaves.

The woman in blue stroked her palms and laughed, and said, "The children can be taught." With a flick of his sleeves, the painting quietly disappeared, and a wisp of purple qi gathered into a pill, flew to Jiang Zuobuyi's forehead, and hissed into his meridians.

The white-robed old man said: "Although the third child's Purple Flame Divine Skill is less than eighty or ninety, he can also use it freely. In the painting, it is the third child's trick purple qi coming from the east, which is rare in the meteorological world. Jiang Lang was coincidental, not only comprehending the trick of the purple qi coming from the east, but also receiving the purple flame magic skill of the third child, which can be described as a blessing. ”

Shi Shiran, a yellow-shirted guest, walked to Jiang Zuo Buyi, who had already landed, and said: "This master is a disciple of a saint, and he disdains the stupid kung fu of fighting and killing, so he uses the way of a sage to learn from Jiang Lang. After laughing, the pages of the broken book were torn apart and scattered into the air.

Those pages fluttered in the air like butterflies, gathering and scattering, if they were about to leave, not for a moment, they were even intertwined into the four lines of the ancient style of the big seal. Jiang Zuo Buyi looked up closely, but saw the four lines of big seals, the gesture is thick, the changes are endless, such as the river into the sea, like the sun and the moon through the sky, every word has a hundred changes, each change implies infinite wind and clouds.

The yellow-shirted guest smiled and asked, "Can Jiang Lang see these seven-word quatrains made by this master?"

Jiang Zuo Buyi said: "Although Jiang Lang is thin, he can also see it. Then he groaned, "The two sleeves are shocking to the sun and the moon, and the thousand peaks and trees are hidden." The Qin and Han dynasties boasted about the deer, and the sea and the sky sighed and flew all day long. ”

The yellow-shirted guest sighed and said: "The name of this master's move is called the sun, the moon and the sky, and if you want to use this trick freely, you must be the master of the waves." ”

Jiang Zuo Buyi also sighed and said: "Jiang Lang has forgotten what the seven uniques made by the master are, but Jiang Lang is willing to be like a huge pen in the rafters and evolve the seven uniques made by the master." ”

The sound of wind and thunder struck suddenly, Jiang Zuobu's body rose into the air, stretched and flew in the air, but he saw the figure of the person vertically and horizontally, the wind and clouds were resolute, and he showed out the song and seven unique strokes sentence by sentence.

The yellow-shirted guest looked happy and said, "This son has a wonderful understanding, so it's not in vain for us to come here." With a swing of his sleeves, the pages of the book in the sky turned into gas, and he saw a ray of golden light penetrating deep into Jiang Zuobu's body.