Hundreds of thousands of miles away from the Eastern Dynasties, the Endless Forest became a peerless barrier, encircling a huge group of mountains that stretched for thousands of miles and covered with snow all year round. The mountains are majestic, and the peaks are facing the middle of the instrument, worshipping the lonely mountain that leads straight into the clouds.

The world is independent, standing on the earth, even if the sky is clear, but the eyes of mortals are completely unable to see whether the top of the mountain has reached the heavenly barrier.

On the west side of the mountain range, the space shook, and a hole was cracked out of thin air, and the old man stepped out in one step.

The old man looked at the snow-capped peaks in front of him, which were still thousands of feet high ten days ago, and the five flavors were mixed.

The original mountain peak is now three pitch-black deep pits covering an area of more than ten miles. Among them, the vitality is agitated, the light and shadow are distorted, and the space is unstable, which is why he didn't dare to directly step through the void and pass through here, releasing his divine sense, but he couldn't penetrate it.

"The hateful deer demon, the means are not small, and he can actually leave safely under the master's three punches!"

"Chunqing, what's the matter?" A majestic voice suddenly came, and the old man who returned to the void was in a daze, and hurriedly straightened his posture and bent down towards the lonely mountain in the distance.

"Qi Qi master, Xiao Qing has to tell you!" The voice fell, but the old man still didn't dare to stand up straight, because he hadn't spoken yet.

"Come here. The majestic voice sounded again.

Only then did the old man give up his hand and walk through the air until the foot of the lonely mountain.

Falling on a large hill with nothing in the air, the old man arched his hand again and said, "Master." ”

"Tell me, what's the matter?" There was no one around, only voices.

"Master, back then, the king of God borrowed the road, and the promised soul-moistening elixir has a whereabouts. Jiang Chunqing said.

"Well, then you can go and get it. The voice came out, not sad or happy.

Jiang Chunqing looked respectful and listened quietly, he should have received the order to leave, but at this moment, he was a little hesitant and did not leave.

"What else?"

"Master, I found a trace of suspected Lan Qu! ”

"Oh?" the voice finally changed its mood.

Jiang Chunqing waved his hand, and a void picture scroll suddenly appeared, floating in the air, and the scene of Yang Tianchen slashing Liu Cunfeng with a knife was once again interpreted on the picture scroll.

When the scroll disappeared, in the emptiness, a tall figure suddenly walked out.

The person who came was not young, his hair was gray, and the slightest wrinkle crawled on his cold face. Although his appearance looks old, he has a breath and returns to the basics, which makes people feel majestic and have the desire to bow down.

"Master!" Jiang Chunqing was shocked when he saw Jiang Bufu appear, and immediately bowed to the ground, buried his head deep on the ground, and didn't dare to look directly.

"It's Lan Qu's knife technique. Jiang Bu looked at the picture scroll with interest, and smiled indifferently, "Hehe, Bai Chop, in the hands of a little human doll?"

"Is it really a divine soldier?" Hearing this, Jiang Chunqing was surprised in his heart, and couldn't help but be a little afraid, if he rashly started to take the soul-moistening elixir at that time, he was afraid that he would be a corpse now.

He touched his chest with palpitations, the scar that was several feet long and almost killed him.

Jiang Bu angrily looked at Jiang Chunqing who was lying on the ground and smiled disdainfully.

"That's your own doing, you don't know what your identity is, and you dare to speak wildly to a clan of demon saints, if it weren't for Lan Qu's unintention to take your life, would you be able to live for more than a thousand years?" Jiang Bu said angrily, "Fortunately, after so many years, there has been some improvement in your temperament, otherwise this king will look uncomfortable, and I am afraid that I will be killed with a punch." ”

When Jiang Chunqing heard this, he was instantly covered with cold sweat, trembling, and said in a trembling voice.

Xiaoqing was frightened, and didn't dare to provoke the master's eyes, so she just wanted to accompany the master to repay the grace of guiding the way. ”

Jiang Bu angrily looked at the old man who was silent, gave up his glory, and followed him to the lonely mountain, and shook his head.

"Don't be afraid, Lan Qu should be dead. ”

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Chunqing raised his head and looked at Jiang Bu angrily in disbelief.

The demon saint who has dominated the living world for thousands of years is in the prime of life and is dead?

Before he could come back to his senses, Jiang Bufu's figure disappeared suddenly.

"I'm very interested in what happened eight hundred years ago, you go and bring Bai Slash here. ”

"Yes, master!" Jiang Chunqing ordered, "That Terran boy?"

"I only need a hundred slashes, if I can rely on a hundred slashes to find the Thousand Questions God Book, I will remember you and prevent you from dying early. ”

Hearing this, Jiang Chunqing was overjoyed, and hurriedly kowtowed, "Thank you master, thank you master!"

There was no more sound, Jiang Chunqing stood up, turned his gaze to Dong Chaoguo, narrowed his eyes, and stopped for a moment. Flying up, thousands of miles in an instant, straight to the capital of the Eastern Dynasty.

The capital of the Eastern Dynasty

The Yang family took the receipt, and in the frustrated face of the dead father and mother of the shopkeeper of the gambling house, they took the money ticket and walked back to their shop happily.

Yang Dingtian beckoned a group of boys to buy enough good wine and food, and wanted to hold the most lively celebration banquet for Yang Tianchen.

Yang Tianchen took Yang Xiaoru's hand, and after walking into the shop, he didn't stop, left everyone behind, and walked straight into his room.

This kid has become a martial artist, and he chatters all day long, and the head of the family doesn't ask, how can other people in the Yang family care, so he can hold the hand of the beauty, and he doesn't care about anything else, and he is in full swing to set up the wine and food.

The sky was getting dark, and the Yang family's shop lit candles early.

Before the celebration banquet began, Yang Tianchen called Yang Hong over. Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what he was planning, so they just greeted him and hurried down to drink.

Yang Hong also didn't know why, and when he walked into the room of the sisters and brothers, he saw Yang Xiaoru sitting on the side with crimson cheeks.

Looking at Yang Tianchen, Yang Hong asked, "Chen'er, the head of the family, they are all waiting for us, what are you calling your father to do at this time?"

Yang Tianchen looked at Yang Xiaoru on the side, cleared his throat, looked at Yang Hong, and grinned, "Hehe, Dad, I want to marry my sister!"

The words were amazing, Yang Hong was stunned for a moment, staring at his son in front of him, and Yang Xiaoru's pretty face on the side was even more ruddy.

When he came back to his senses, he raised his hand to Yang Tianchen's head and slapped it down, "Stinky boy, how many dishes, drink like this, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Yang Tianchen hugged his head, rubbed it, looked at Yang Hong aggrievedly, and said, "I'm not talking nonsense, I really want to marry my sister." ”

Yang Hong frowned, and secretly skimmed Yang Xiaoru, seeing that the latter seemed to be prepared, he was not surprised at all, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart.

"You don't know if Xiaoru is your sister?"

"Yes, I don't have blood relatives, so I don't violate ethics. ”

"That's not going to work! This matter is known to the neighbors, where are your mother and your father and my cheeks gone?"

"Where to put it, if I tell my mother, she will definitely agree in one bite!"

"!" Yang Hong scolded, "Do you understand your mother, or do I understand your mother?"

Looking at Yang Tianchen, who was rolling his eyes and was iron-hearted, Yang Hong frowned, "Did you stinky boy have this plan for a long time?"

"Not as long as you. ”

"What do you mean?" Yang Hong couldn't help but blush when he heard this, and asked rhetorically.

"Dad, your son and I are smart, you don't know it, you have already seen through it. Yang Tianchen said with a smile, "Back then, our poor rice jar was never filled, and you agreed to adopt my sister, aren't you afraid that I won't be able to find a daughter-in-law when I grow up in the future, and I plan to let my sister be a daughter-in-law for our family, who in the village doesn't know." ”

"Nonsense, your father is full of sage books, would he do such a thing?" Yang Hong heard this and denied it sharply.

"It's not a shameful thing, why don't you admit it?

"Don't spew blood!"

"Dad, be generous! When I was a child, my mother always talked to me about this, saying that it was your idea!" Yang Tianchen said flatteringly, "But when I came to the town, my life was good, and I was not afraid that I would not be able to find my daughter-in-law, so I didn't mention it." ”

Hearing this, Yang Hong's gaze was no longer righteous and awe-inspiring, but dodged.

"Dad, you agree, in another month, my son will be sixteen, and he will be able to marry a wife, and then I will marry my sister! I can also save a lot of money for the bride price, how good!" Yang Tianchen persuaded.

Seeing that the latter still didn't let go, Yang Tianchen had no choice but to put on a face and ask, "Could it be that you think that your son is powerful now, so you look down on your sister, think that she is not worthy of me, and want me to marry everyone?"

Hearing this, Yang Xiaoru's heart trembled, her face was a little ugly, and she looked at Yang Hong aggrievedly.

Yang Hong has raised Yang Xiaoru for more than ten years, and he really likes this daughter's temperament, and loves her very much, so he is willing to let her be wronged.

immediately glared at Yang Tianchen, raised his hand and was about to fight, but the latter dodged and was not hit.

"Look at your dead appearance, you don't pee to take care of yourself, and Xiaoru is not worthy of you?" Yang Hong scolded, "You also have the cheekiness to say, "It's great to be a martial artist? I'm not your father?" I think about whether you are worthy of Xiaoru, are people willing to do it? What qualifications do you have?"

"Dad, I do. A sound as thin as a mosquito's chirp came out. Yang Hong immediately stopped talking and looked at Yang Xiaoru, who buried her head lower at the moment, for fear that people would see her shyness.

"Hey, hey, I just told my sister about it, you see, I don't have anything to say now. Seeing this, Yang Tianchen smiled proudly.

Seeing Yang Tianchen's skinless and faceless appearance, Yang Hong was angry. In all fairness, it is impossible for him to be willing to marry Yang Xiaoru, and it is of course the best to be his own daughter all the time. It's not that he really thinks that his son is not worthy of Yang Xiaoru, it's just that the latter is too good, if he is unwilling, Yang Hong will not be reluctant to love his son no matter how much he loves him.

"Go back and ask your mother!" Yang Hong said with a straight face.

"Mother has thought so for a long time!" Yang Tianchen said with a smile.

"Hmph, I don't care about your business!" After that, Yang Hong waved his sleeves and left without looking back, and no one saw the corners of his mouth curled up without holding back.

Looking at his father's attitude of agreeing, Yang Tianchen smiled, turned his head to look at Yang Xiaoru, who was sitting on the side with a red face, he only felt that the world was beautiful, what else could there be?

"Haha!" With a laugh, Yang Tianchen rushed to Yang Xiaoru, picked up the latter, and kissed the little mouth for the first time unscrupulously.

Yang Xiaoru was startled by his sudden action, the boss with beautiful eyes, her pretty face was blushing, she clenched her small fists, and hit Yang Tianchen's chest, "Are you crazy?"

"Haha, yes, it's crazy. Yang Tianchen's eyes were full of joy, looking at the lovely person in his arms, holding her in a circle in place, like a fool.

Stopping, Yang Tianchen looked at the eyes that seemed to hide the vast stars, and said emotionally, "Sister, I like you so much." ”

Hearing this, Yang Xiaoru was overjoyed, but she didn't know what to do, and she didn't dare to look at him, "Let me go quickly." ”

"Okay sister, no, I have to call it a lady!" Yang Tianchen smiled and put down Yang Xiaoru, "However, I still like to call my sister!"

"Don't mess around!" Yang Xiaoru taught, "Dad is still waiting for us to go down to celebrate your success, hurry up." ”

"They're so boring, I don't want to see anyone, I want to stay with my sister now!"

Yang Xiaoru's eyes widened, and she pointed at Yang Tianchen and said, "Obedient!"

Seeing this, Yang Tianchen immediately coaxed down.

"Okay, well, listen to my sister. ”

The latter pursed his lips and smiled triumphantly, and turned to go out.

Looking at this back, you can amaze the beauty of an era, Yang Tianchen smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I finally understand Tang Wenze's pain for Master Tang, hehe, it's painful!

The Yang family has ever been the most showy city. Yang Dingtian and others felt that the ancestors had appeared and had a lintel for the younger generations. At the celebration banquet, it was really happy, letting go of eating and drinking, staggering, and drunken talking. Of course, the protagonist didn't drink it, because his sister wouldn't let it.

The juniors of the Yang family are not famous for their own family, and they should also make fun of their small bets. But now one by one is like eating, except for Yang Xiaotian and a woman, no one can afford to fight the spirit.

From time to time, he looked at Yang Xiaoru sadly, and from time to time he couldn't wait to look at Yang Tianchen who was proud of the spring breeze. Seeing the two of them flirting there, picking up vegetables with each other, they were tormented.

Yang Tianchen doesn't care, what if you are sour, the master is happy, and he can sour you for a lifetime.

In desperation, those who can drink can only use alcohol to kill their sorrows. In this way, the atmosphere was weird to end the celebration banquet, and no one who drank the wine could leave the banquet standing up.

Xiling Xuanzhou

Rotten roads, broken doors, small temples. Broken old clocks, bad wooden fish. A road up the mountain, facing the plaque that has fallen off a hub and hangs weakly on the eaves of the door - the Temple of Tribulation.

Only during the New Year's holidays, the people are too lazy to run away, so they will reluctantly patronize this broken temple and contribute a little incense money.

I knew that the few hungry and young monks in the temple were afraid that they had just thrown a few pennies into the merit box and put tributes on the desk. As soon as people leave, they have to take it out in a hurry and fill their stomachs first, otherwise why don't they come again and again, and the Bodhisattva has nothing in front of them?

If it weren't for a radius of more than ten miles, there would be no other place to worship the Buddha, and the people around Heming Mountain would not patronize this dilapidated temple that didn't work at all.

The monks inside are lazy, and they don't know how to go down the mountain to do things and recite scriptures, where will they get the money? That's it, there is such a big open space on the edge of the temple, and if you spend some effort to grow vegetables, people will not be hungry and yellow-skinned! Just expect those old men and old ladies to occasionally go up the mountain and pity the little pieces of silver they left behind to live?

In the treasure hall, the green smoke is filled, and the eyes are smoked!

It has nothing to do with the peak of incense, and there has been no incense in the temple since the day before yesterday.

An old man dressed in a tattered gray robe, wearing a delicate crown of hair, and a beard and eyebrows that were about to grow together, were lying crookedly on the desk with an empty incense burner and nothing else, taking a sip and snorting the dry tobacco he had made himself.

The Taoist priest ran into the monk's temple, not in accordance with the rules!

However, this tattered outfit is very in line with the style of the Temple of Tribulation.

The old man usually lay like this, with his eyes closed, humming a little song, as if he didn't want to think of anything.

Today seems a little unusual, the sun is setting in the west, and the inside and outside of the Temple of Tribulation are golden and red. It was supposed to be a clear atmosphere, but the old man frowned, put one hand on his lap, and kept calculating.

In front of the old man, a seven or eight-year-old child, holding a stick that was two times higher than him, was playing the crazy magic stick method, and from time to time he was going to hit his head and hit his crotch. The child doesn't care, set the stick, and keep playing. Next door, a dozen or so monks of all ages who have not changed people in the Temple of Tribulation, knocking on the sound of wooden fish.

The tightly knit brows and the faster and faster pinching of the fingers all show the old man's unquiet state of mind.

"I'm so annoyed, I can't figure anything out!" looked at the eyes and grumbled.

When the child listened, he couldn't help but stop imagining that he was about to hit a demon saint on the head and take his life, looked at the former, scratched his little head, and asked.

"And what Grandpa can't figure out?"

"Yes, is there anything I can't figure out?" said the old man, "There has been a trace of numerology since an hour ago, and something big will happen to someone who is related to our grandfather and grandson!" ”

"It must be a thief again, look at Ben Xia against his dog's head, come to a stick. As he spoke, the child jumped up and raised his stick to the ground, but he didn't control it well and hit the egg again.

The old man watched his grandson jump up and down, his eyes were kind, and the corners of his mouth were smiling.

"Dabao, and that group of monks, the broken wooden fish keep knocking, and the noisy people are not at peace, you go, steal all their wooden fish, and we will burn them." ”

Hearing this, the child came to the spirit, "Okay! I've been annoyed for a long time, I'm burning!"

I was just about to listen to my grandfather's words and run to steal the wooden fish, but after thinking about it, I stopped and looked at the old man with some hesitation, "Grandpa, let's take refuge on other people's territory, isn't it good to do this?"

"It's okay, their host owes grandpa a favor!"

"Owing a favor?" the child's eyes lit up, "Okay, I'll go and smash their wooden fish." ”

With that, the child jumped out of the treasure hall.

The old man watched his grandson go out, and the gloom once again covered the old man's face.

"Who can cover the line left by this king, who has the ability, that sixteen-year-old Heavenly Dao walk?"