Xu Zhaonan fell to the ground, the last thought before he fell unconscious, he thought, maybe he died like this, or better, at least he could see his mother again, and let his mother hug him again.

Mother said that when people live, there is hope.

But the young Xu Zhaonan couldn't see hope.

Coma, I don't know how long it lasted, when Xu Zhaonan regained consciousness, he was warm, and even thought that he was in a fairyland, and then he was bitter in his heart, thinking, a gentle and kind person like his mother should be able to be a god after death, but he is so useless, and he will freeze to death and starve to death, no matter what, he should be in the underworld, right?

A warm current slowly flowed down his chapped lips into the shriveled stomach, Xu Zhaonan squirmed his throat, greedily devouring this long-lost delicacy - although he was too tired to open his eyes, he could detect that the warmth in his mouth was the gruel he had longed for for a long time.

The warm current stopped suddenly, Xu Zhaonan anxiously wanted to open his eyes, glaring at the villain who had taken away his deliciousness, a pair of palms that could clearly feel the calluses covered his face, and a peaceful old voice smiled: "Don't be greedy for a long time, it's not good." ”

Xu Zhaonan felt a warmth coming from the palm of his hand, which made him very comfortable, and his abdomen was no longer empty, so he fell asleep again.

When he finally had the strength to open his eyes, what caught his eyes was like a ruined temple, with a rickety back in the temple, pinching a dead branch and turning over the fire in front of him.

The figure looked like it had eyes behind him, and knowing that he was awake, turned around, pulled the wrinkles on his face, and smiled softly at him.

"Grandpa, are you an immortal?"

"Me? No. ”

"Then why did you save me?"

"You and I are destined. ”

The old man took care of him in the ruined temple for two days, and when he gradually gained strength, he left some silver coins and floated away.

The old man didn't say anything like accepting him as an apprentice, so he naturally didn't ask him cheekily.

I just thought that my mother was right, there are still many good people in this world.

Seeing the old man again, Xu Zhaonan was naturally full of joy, and suddenly remembered what he had just called himself, and hesitated: "Old man, do you know me?"

Although it was not clear what he asked, the old man understood what he meant, and said with a smile: "Naturally, I recognize it." ”

smiled, his eyes swept behind him, and added: "It's just that I thought you were a descendant of Western Chu, but I didn't expect that you would be the little prince of the Northern Zhou Dynasty." ”

The old man thought that he was the orphan of the Bai clan of Xichu, and what he was burdened with was the last trace of luck in Xichu, but he never thought about it...... Xu is Xi Chu's qi is really exhausted.

The old man's eyes did not deliberately conceal it, Xu Zhaonan naturally saw it, and knew that he was referring to the purple sword mark behind him, that is, the Northern Zhou dragon qi in the mouth of the imperial physician.

When the two were greeting, Xu Zhaonan saw Chu Jiexing lying on the ground out of the corner of his eye, and a burst of worry surged in his heart, and he didn't know what his injuries were, so he confessed to the old man, turned around and walked towards him, wanting to investigate.

While walking, Xu Zhaonan's footsteps stopped, and suddenly remembered something, this old grandfather who saved his two lives is a grandmaster?

Which Grandmaster?!

There are only a few grandmasters in the world, if it weren't for Yu Jiangang, who has made great progress in his skills in recent years and entered the realm of grandmasters, then there are only a few people who are famous in the world - Guan Baisheng is not the same age as him, naturally not, judging by his attitude towards himself, he is not like his uncle Situ Qun, who has not been blinded.

If it was really his uncle Situ Qun, he should be able to know his young self, and back then, he would not have let himself live in Fengyang.

The answer, the answer that caught him off guard, was about to come out.

Xu Zhaonan couldn't care about checking Chu Jiexing's injuries anymore, and slowly turned around, with an inexplicable glint flashing in his eyes, and said word by word: "Old man...... Who are you?"

The old man Xu had already guessed his reaction, and he didn't seem surprised, still standing there without waves, smiling.

Boom, thunder on the ground!

There was an angry shout from outside the tower, and he answered him for the old man.

"Zuo Yuanfang!

The crowd of people enjoying the scenery in Mandarin Duck Lake was dumbfounded.

The Mandarin Duck Lake, which has been quiet for many years in front of him, is like being boiled by a blazing fire and fried in a pot.

The willows that have grown on the shore of the lake have also suffered many disasters, as if they were summoned by the immortals above the nine heavens, and they broke through the soil one by one and rose into the air.

The dazzling light, as if a second sun had been born in the sky, pierced the sky.

Some bold tourists who are not afraid of blinding their eyes desperately look at this dazzling light from the sky.

It seems that there is a person in the light, flying in the sky!

After all, Xu Zhaonan's cultivation is not comparable to ordinary people, at this moment, looking at the figure wrapped in the sword.

He finally understood why Yu Jiangang's name had the word sword! Why did the title of wine kendo man have the word sword!

The bald dust in the old Taoist's hand was stirred in one place, and he held it tightly in his hand, which was the sharpest divine sword in the world!

"Huh. ”

Seeing this, the old man smiled indifferently, turned around and said to Xu Zhaonan, "I'll greet you", and disappeared in front of him.

Xu Zhaonan hurried to the window and looked at it from afar.

Outside the tower, countless folded willows and weeping poplars rise, and the old man hangs quietly on a thin willow, standing with his hands in his hands.

Under Xu Zhaonan's shocked gaze, the Mandarin Duck Lake, which had been noisy for a long time, rose to the sky and hung upside down in the sky!

Around the small island in the middle of the lake, a vast water curtain is formed.

Xu Zhaonan had seen Zuo Xuan use this formula, but at this moment, the power of the old man used it was incomparable.

Yu Jiangang carried the power of heaven and earth, and it was coming in an instant.

The weeping willows in the sky fell apart in an instant, exploded into a wooden sword, and pointed at the old man.

The old man finally straightened up, raised his left arm, pointed his fingers into a palm, and pushed forward.

The countless wooden swords, blocked in the water curtain outside, instantly bred the sky water sword, facing the stabbing wooden sword.

In the incessant rumbling sound, dust mixed with the lake water, muddying the clear water curtain.

Suddenly, the water curtain was torn by the sword light, and it split to both sides, revealing Yu Jiangang with sharp eyes, only to see him leaning out of the floating dust sword in his hand, turning into a sword and slashing at the old man.

The old man stretched out his right arm, put his index finger and middle finger together, turned into a finger sword, and struck at the old Taoist priest's earth-shattering sword.

Thunder deafening!

Like the water of the Mandarin Duck Lake hanging upside down in the Milky Way, it exploded into rain and rained, and the tourists who had no time to dodge on the lakeside were all poured into soup chickens.

The water of the lake, finally regained its weight, smashed into the lake overwhelmingly, and raised several feet of shock.

"Immortals?"

Countless soaking wet tourists looked at the two people hanging in the air above their heads in amazement, and let out bursts of exclamations.

Although Xu Zhaonan's heart was shocked, he still stared at the outside of the tower for a moment, how could he miss such a battle.

Yu Jiangang, who stepped on the severed willow, had fought with the old man before, and he had already found out the gap between the two sides - this person was able to block his full blow with his bare hands, which was no longer something that a grandmaster could describe.

Although I don't know why this sword armor who has been in retreat for many years appeared here, and why it will be unfavorable to Xu Zhaonan, these are not the things that the old Taoist priest is thinking about at this moment!

Yu Jiangang's gaze passed over the old man with an indifferent smile, and looked at Xu Zhaonan in the window on the top floor of the Taiyin Tower, and he was still slightly relieved in his heart, and the old Taoist priest secretly thought in his heart: "I have already lost you once, this time, even if it is the first in the world, I can't lose you again!"

"What a left sword armor, he dares to take a sword from the poor road with his bare hands!"

Yu Jiangang glared at the old man with a light breeze as if he were facing a great enemy, and glanced at the pure black iron sword hanging from his waist with his residual light, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

With Yu Jiangang's ear power, he could naturally hear the sound of sword groans coming from the pure black scabbard.

"Yu Daochang's skills have been improved, which is gratifying. ”

The old man keenly caught his gaze, slowly lowered his hands, lightly held the hilt of the sword, and waited for the sword to disappear before he smiled: "It's not that I look down on the Taoist, Zuo's sword has been in the sheath for more than ten years, and it is easy not to take out the sword." ”

The implication is that he has been hiding and raising swords for more than ten years, and as soon as he comes out of the sword, it is naturally not something that the old Taoist priest of the half-step grandmaster can resist.

The old Taoist priest knew that he was difficult to enter the eyes of the first person in the world, and he was looked down upon by him, and he didn't feel embarrassed, and he didn't have a deep friendship with him, so he didn't want to say much to him, and snorted coldly: "Zuo Jianjia is not in your Ruoshui City to enjoy Qingfu, what did you do in my Northern Zhou, do you think that I have no one in Northern Zhou?"

After that, his eyes moved, and he inadvertently glanced towards the south.

The old man knew the meaning in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Zhenyuan Dao has been in Yanggua City for a long time, although it can be instantaneous, but after all, he is a Dao Immortal, I am afraid that he does not want to pay attention to the matter here, what does the Dao Chief think?"

The old Taoist priest naturally knew that what he said was true, and with the master's cultivation of Tongtian, Zuo Yuan put it into the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and he couldn't escape his perception.

But Shizun's indifferent temperament, even if he has high hopes for Xu Zhaonan, if he knows that he died here, I am afraid that he will only sigh "Time is also fate", and it will be difficult to alarm him until the time of life and death in the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

Changing the cynical appearance of the past, the old Taoist priest who was rarely serious tightened the dust in his hand, and the few hanging whiskers on the dust were still entangled.

The old man had a rare good temper, shook his head and chuckled: "I heard Xuan'er say before, the Taoist once laughed and said that I am a person in Ruoshui City, and they are all cockfighters, why did I see Zuo at this moment, and the Taoist is not even as good as a person in Ruoshui City?"

"!"

The old Taoist priest shouted angrily: "You stole into the Northern Zhou Dynasty, who knows what thoughts you are hiding, Poor Dao, as the national teacher of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, should maintain the Antai of the Northern Zhou Dynasty!"

The old man glanced down at the first highest lake viewing building on the shore of Mandarin Duck Lake, and saw that the fifth floor had already been empty, and the one who ignored the suspicion of collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country, invited him to come to Yizhou for a while, and said that the prime minister of the Northern Zhou Dynasty who would wait for him to go back and talk about the two games was long gone.

After sneering at "no righteousness", he could be regarded as having the idea of betraying his old friend, and said nonsense: "Zuo Mou watched the stars at night a few days ago, and suddenly felt that the dragon vein of the Northern Zhou Dynasty was about to be broken, pinched his fingers, and learned that the dragon vein was about to be broken in Yizhou, so he went out of the customs and walked away, how could he be wronged by you in vain?"

The old Taoist squinted his eyes, naturally he didn't believe it, Zuo Yuanfang was not a person in the Taoist sect, where did he learn it?

Even if he has reached the realm of immortals as rumored in the world, but he has not broken the void and left, he is not an immortal.

But the old Taoist priest also knew that with this person's cultivation, even if he wanted to destroy Yizhou City, it was only a moment, and there was no reason to talk to him here, and he would be suspicious: "Really?"

"Naturally, take it seriously!"

The old man raised his white eyebrows lightly, looked back at Xu Zhaonan with a complicated expression in the tower, and said with a smile: "If you don't believe it, just ask your little prince, presumably that kid doesn't want to see me as a life-saving benefactor now......"

After that, I didn't see how he moved, and suddenly he rode the wind and disappeared into the white clouds.

Yu Jiangang didn't care about chasing, and he knew that he couldn't catch up, so he simply jumped lightly and ran in along the window at the top of the tower.

Onlookers of tourists, saw a fairy, but there is another fairy into the Taiyin Tower, some are more pious, but also as the Taiyin Niangniang manifestation, and no matter whether the old Taoist priest who looks left and right does not look like a "Niangniang" is not spiritual, just want to be able to run to the front and bow down, contaminated with some fairy energy.

But after the battle, the water of the Mandarin Duck Lake has turned over, and the boatmen who poured blood mold have lost their food, if these delicate and weak people want to swim over, I am afraid that they are not yet pious to that extent.

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