Hu Mansion, main hall.

The backflow of cigarette smoke is like flowing water, this aroma makes Wang Qingyuan's spirit clear, and the spiritual power consumed has also faintly recovered a little.

Sure enough, it is a big family, Wang Qingyuan sighed in his heart, even the incense tower is carefully made, mixed with agarwood and sandalwood, this kind of quiet incense Wang Qingyuan knows, only in a thousand-year-old store in Yicheng for supply and sale.

"The grace of the young man, the Hu Mansion is grateful, this is a mere thank you gift, I hope not to dislike it, if there is a need in the future, the Hu Mansion will do their best, and never give up!"

Old man Hu sat upright, he was smiling, his temperament was elegant, and now that the disaster was gone, he had also recovered a little bit of the demeanor of a famous family, and between his words, it was like a spring breeze.

A servant held a rosewood plate, covered with a red cloth, and opened it in front of Wang Qingyuan, and it was the size of an egg, each of which was five taels, white as snow, and was engraved with the four big characters of "Fengtian Carrier". This is the Great Zhou Dynasty seal, the snow silver of the line, the fineness is very good, it is not the kind of silver that circulates among the common people, the purchasing power is very high, and now in front of Wang Qingyuan, there are a hundred such snow silver.

Five hundred taels of silver!

This is different from the previous reward of two hundred taels offered by Hu Mansion, which is more than doubled.

Wang Qingyuan's heart is like a mirror, they are all scholars, he naturally understands the other party's ingenuity, this is also the way of life in the world, the world is changing, all kinds of closed doors for holidays, this is just a drizzle.

Without a follow-up, Wang Qingyuan took out a scorched yellow page, put it on the tray, looked at Old Man Hu, and said, "Old Hu, please take a look." ”

Old Man Hu was slightly stunned, and when the servant came closer, he grabbed the burnt yellow page and looked at it, and he was shocked and stared at it.

"Jiuligang in Qingshan Town, 19 acres of fertile land in Xuantian Dao Crape Myrtle Peak, the head of the Ling family, Lingyuan River, 4,891 years of Chixiao calendar. ”

Ling Yuanhe, Old Man Hu remembers clearly, it was an old ancestor of the Ling family more than 500 years ago in Yunyang County, and he also specially explained it before his in-laws left Qingshan Town, along with the 19 acres of fertile land.

"Stand down!"

Old Man Hu dismissed a few servants who were waiting, then looked at Wang Qingyuan, and said in a deep voice: "Dare to ask the name and surname of the young man, but Ziwei Peak is in the same vein, and the inheritance continues." ”

"Xuantian Dao Ziwei Peak, Wang Qingyuan. ”

Wang Qingyuan spoke, he was very calm, and looked at Old Man Hu lightly.

Old man Hu took a deep breath when he heard this, and he hesitated a little, about Xuantian Dao Ziwei Peak, although it is far away in the villages and towns of Yunyang County, but because of this nineteen acres of fertile land, since receiving it, he has often looked at some Yunyang County local chronicles, and even the Zhongzhou local chronicles of the entire Zhongzhou Prefecture Journal, and also understands that on the Xuantian Dao Mountain, the only Taoist sect in Zhongzhou, there should be twelve veins, but all the veins are incomplete, and now there are only eight veins left, and the nineteen acres of fertile land he took over, more than 500 years ago, belonged to one of the four veins that have been cut off, the private land of the first vein of Ziwei Peak。

The vicissitudes of life, the flow of time, the years are enough to annihilate everything, Old Man Hu didn't expect that after more than 500 years, this crape myrtle peak vein was continued again, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, he didn't expect to take such a hot potato, as a big village, he has a family in Yunyang County to open up a business route, and he also has one or two branches of a caravan that goes to a county, and Old Man Hu also understands some fiction and reality.

In the entire Yunyang County, there are many private properties of Xuantian Dao Zhufeng, even involving cloth shops, Wenbao shops, pawnshops, etc., many businesses walk on trade routes, all kinds of buying and selling, and they are more or less avoidable from some dealings, so they can naturally detect some wrestling in the dark.

After many years of sophistication, the world is cold and warm, there are many things that Old Man Hu thinks of, Ziwei Peak is continuous, Xuantian Dao did not inform the world, all major sects, and even the Great Zhou Emperor Dynasty did not send envoys to congratulate the reopening of the mountain gate, it is enough to explain something, although he Hu Mansion has some face and meager industry in this Jiuligang and even the entire Qingshan Town, but compared with the Daomen sect like Xuantian Dao, it is small and rashly involved, and it is difficult for Old Man Hu to break the blessing and misfortune.

But thinking of the little grandson in the backyard, who was still unconscious at this time, his immature little body was all kinds of weakness and his five organs were exhausted, and Old Man Hu became hesitant.

Seeing this, Wang Qingyuan didn't urge, the lights in the main hall were swaying and static, and the air was a little stagnant.

After half a burnt of incense, in this cold winter season, the old man Hu saw sweat on his forehead, and fine beads of sweat rolled down, he finally took a long breath, looked at Wang Qingyuan, and said: "The Hu family took over this nineteen acres of fertile land, and the young man can also take it away, but the young man has a great favor in my Hu Mansion, although the Hu family is not a wealthy family, but also a scholar of the past dynasties, learning the principles of sages and sages, not to mention proficient in the subset of scriptures and history, and also keeping it in mind, reason, I need Shaoxia to give my Hu family a reason." ”

After a little hesitation, Wang Qingyuan nodded and said, "You want a reason, okay." ”

Boom!

A purple knife light bloomed, magnified in front of Old Man Hu's eyes, as if a round of emperor stars hung high for nine days, the starlight was shining, every inch of the soul was delicately revealed, the long river of time washed down, washed away the red dust rolling, and after that, everything in the world has been seen through, the water in front of him is murmuring, and the sound of the waves is still the same.

After a long time, Old Man Hu came back to his senses, his spirit was shocked, his eyes were bright, his temperament became more mellow and transparent, and his pupils, which were originally a little cloudy because of the rings of the years, also became pure and clear again, and the impurities disappeared.

"But the crape myrtle peak is in the vein, the legendary "crape myrtle heavenly knife". ”

"Exactly. ”

Wang Qingyuan nodded, his face was slightly pale, the spiritual power that had just recovered a little was consumed again, and his qi and blood had also dropped a lot, with his current cultivation, it was still a little reluctant to perform such an astonishing sword technique, if he condensed the qi and blood spirit of the whole body and shot with all his strength, most of them could only barely make three swords.

"Okay!" Old Man Hu nodded solemnly, "After today, if Ziwei Peak has what it needs, Hu Fu should do his best." ”

Regarding "Ziwei Heavenly Knife", a lost knife technique that has been almost forgotten by the world, Old Man Hu once had a glimpse of it in the local chronicles of Zhongzhou.

More than 770 years ago, the master of Ziwei Peak did not repair Zhenfeng's "Big Dipper Seven Killing Sword", and a "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" suppressed the North Pole in his hands, and accepted his life in order to connect the long river of time.

......

Next, the guests and hosts were happy, Wang Qingyuan was not polite, in the next family banquet, the old man Hu prepared the demon wolf broth, and now, his "Xuantian Gong" reached the seventh layer, and the quenching of skin, tendons, bones, and marrow reached the end, and the demon wolf broth entered the abdomen, and was quickly absorbed and refined by the flesh.

Three hours later, out of the Hufu guest room, Wang Qingyuan looked into the distance, the orange and red sunlight was pure, he waved his knife against the rising sun, his eyes couldn't take his eyes off, the sunlight seemed to be absorbed by his pupils, yesterday's battle, although it was only a short fight, but then the little monk called Mingtong and the nameless scholar had a duel, but he benefited a lot.

For the time, location, and even the way to take advantage of the fortune, Wang Qingyuan deeply felt his own superficiality, skill cultivation is one thing, and really fighting with people is another world, if it is not for the huge gap in cultivation, the victory or defeat is difficult to predict.

Practicing knives, swinging fists, after morning exercises, after breakfast in the main hall, Wang Qingyuan got up and said goodbye.

"Young man, please accept it, the little grandson still wants to bother a lot. ”

Old man Hu handed over a package, Wang Qingyuan was not polite, took it, he was in a keen spirit, he naturally knew what was inside, the little boy was possessed by the demon spirit, the five organs were decayed, ordinary medicine stones were difficult to save, Wang Qingyuan sensed, at most there was half a month left, even if he returned to the mountain this time, exhausted all in this package, whether there was a glimmer of life, Wang Qingyuan was difficult to determine.

An hour passed, and after walking more than ten miles out of the boundary of Qingshan Town, Wang Qingyuan stopped and said calmly: "After following Wang for ten miles, Your Excellency should also appear." ”

The official road is very deserted, the wilderness and ancient forests on both sides are deep, the old branches are bent, and there seem to be big pythons, which makes people look at a glance a sense of gloom, like the nest of demons and monsters.

Wang Qingyuan stood still, on this wide and long official road, the surroundings were quiet and silent, and the sun was shining, like an eternal scroll that could be handed down.

"You found me a long time ago?"

A figure walked out of the wilderness and old forest not far away, a tall and strong figure was seven feet eight inches tall, nearly a foot taller than Wang Qingyuan, who was not yet an adult, standing in front, like an iron stake, coupled with the crooked muscles and flesh, without opening his mouth, there was a compelling momentum.

Wang Qingyuan looked at the young man in front of him, who was almost the age of a weak crown, his eyes were narrow and long, and it was difficult to see his pupils clearly, but from that gap, the fine light flowed, accompanied by cold light, and there was a sense of overlook and pride, without concealment, even if it was more than ten zhang apart, it was clearly visible.

"Tianya Peak Outer Courtyard, Zhang Jun. ”

The young man spoke, his tone was indifferent, he reported to his family, and then continued: "I think you also understand why I came, you are too presumptuous, Senior Brother Gu Yue opened his mouth to invite you, how many disciples of the outer courtyard are unattainable, you actually dare to refuse, and even more regard Senior Brother Gu's hospitality as nothing, although I am a little curious, but now I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, let me go, don't think about anything, I don't want to hear the word rejection, otherwise there is a lot of pain in this world, and you can't see the scars, you can give it a try." ”

After speaking, Zhang Jun stood there with his hands in his hands, his face was indifferent, but the cold light in his eyes became more and more intense, as if as long as Wang Qingyuan refused, he would use a thunderous blow.

Wang Qingyuan looked at him silently, but Zhang Jun was suspicious in his heart, could it be that this young man is strong and middle-class, and now he doesn't even dare to speak? This makes him very uncomfortable in his heart, how precious is the inheritance of Ziwei Peak, five hundred years ago when Ziwei Peak was in its heyday, looking at the peaks and veins were rarely available, whether it was "Big Dipper Seven Killing Sword" or "Twelve Palace Steps" , all of them are alone in the world, which can be described as a rare top practice in the world, not to mention that there is also the inheritance of the north of the Sifang Emperor Sword, otherwise it would not have attracted a few peak masters to make a move that day, and even Jinguang Zhenren also had a fight with the legendary psychic sword Beidou Seven Killing Sword.

But in the end, it was still inherited by the three of Wang Qingyuan, although Ying Tianfeng uploaded the news, saying that it was the head of Jingyuan Dao, but Zhang Jun learned through some secret channels that it was the one in the Golden Dome Pure Yang Palace who opened his mouth, and he also felt quite speechless, that one Taiji is harmonious, the sea is inclusive, and the fortune of heaven is calculated, and the entire Xuantian Dao Mountain is under grasp, and at that level, there is no selfishness, and it is very likely that they are just opening their mouths at will, but they have almost lost all the opportunities for these outer court disciples who have been practicing for many years.

There are some records of such things in the codex of Xuantian Dao in the past dynasties, and most of these adventures have few who can live for a long time, but they quickly change hands, so that Xuantian Dao suffers losses, and there are almost few people who can achieve something.

Such a person will only let his Xuantian Dao mastery leak out, and even be obtained by the demon clan in the end, under intensive research, he will carry out all kinds of cracks on his Xuantian Dao exercises, and if there is a big war in the future, it will definitely bury trouble.

"Dog-like things, too, flaunt in front of me. ”

Suddenly, a voice sounded, very calm, without the slightest warning, pulling Zhang Jun's thoughts back, he was a little stunned, but soon his face was gloomy, looking at Wang Qingyuan, a little unbelievable, these words came from the mouth of this young man.

"Very good, some pain needs to be borne by yourself, I will let you know, what is called misfortune from the mouth!"

Call!

Before Zhang Jun's words fell, he jumped suddenly, this time like a hungry wolf crossing the cliff, jumping two or three zhang high, seven or eight zhang away, and came to Wang Qingyuan in a snap of his fingers.

The fifth form of the Five Elements Fist, the undercurrent is surging!

This punch is the ultimate embodiment of the softness in the seven-style five-element boxing, the extreme yang and yin, the strength is like an undercurrent under the sea, it is rumored that the practice is at its peak, it is pervasive, nothing is broken, and few can resist.

The air was pushed, Zhang Jun punched out, and he could even see the air surging, giving birth to the folds of qi waves, behind him, a phantom of a heavy mountain appeared, and before the punch arrived, an invisible momentum enveloped Wang Qingyuan entirely, causing the air around him to freeze slightly.

Knock!

From this Zhang Jun's body, it even transmitted the sound of war drums, which was clearly a vision that could only be born after the sixth layer of the Great Perfection of "Xuantian Gong".

"Good time!"

Wang Qingyuan's eyes were sharp, he fit up, there was no fancy at all, the vicissitudes of life and ancient qi were circulating in his body, his body turned slightly, the yin and yang qi behind him was permeated, and his fists burst out.

Yin and Yang Differentiation!

This is the third form of the Five Elements Fist, at this time in Zhang Jun's eyes, Wang Qingyuan in front of him seems to have disappeared, replaced by a giant, the giant holds an axe to open the sky, Yin and Yang are divided, and the incomparable force is crushing towards him.

"Get into the marrow!"

Zhang Jun was shocked, and the hairs on his back stood up, but Wang Qingyuan's degree was too fast, and the whole fist was like gold and iron, and it hit his hand like that.

Click!

With a crisp sound, Zhang Jun screamed miserably, and then, Wang Qingyuan's fists drove straight into his arms and slammed into his arms.

Bang!

The sturdy figure of the iron stake flew out like a straw, and along with the shadow of the mountain, it was also torn apart and shattered into light and rain.