The old Confucian's sleeves were surging, and the rumbling gave birth to a strong wind, as if the layers of waves rushed towards the white and purple clothes.

The two stunning and beautiful women were like a lonely boat in the vast ocean, suddenly swept over by the turbulent waves.

The big sleeves cover the sky, like the old Confucian who descended from the gods no longer fought with the two, his body was as fluttering as smoke and fog, if the cold wind rushed into the house, he swept towards the white clouds.

Bai Yun stood up with difficulty holding on to the wall of the wooden house, but the old man in praise of the clothes swept in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The splendor of the qi machine, before seeing its palm, smelled the palm wind, the white clouds leaned weakly against the wooden wall, the hair bun was scattered and dancing, like a reed fluttering in the wind, this qi machine was a palm and he was separated by a few feet, he could even clearly see the chaotic palm prints, if he was shot on the head, he would definitely die.

The palm wind dyed his eyebrows, and a shining hand stretched out, easily pinching the old man's wrist.

Suddenly, the old man's whole body seemed to be entangled by invisible vines, hovering in mid-air and unable to move.

"Originally, I didn't plan to mix in this troubled water, you said that you smashed my vegetable garden, but you still want to demolish my wooden house, how does this make sense, old Confucian student? You have to help me rebuild the vegetable garden. When the middle-aged man who tied up his bun said this, he was quite playful.

The middle-aged man turned his head unhurriedly, glanced at the stunned young man behind him and said, "Boy, have you seen enough? Have you never seen a peerless master make a move? Or are you really scared stupid? Don't you hurry up and get out of the way, you don't care if you hurt your old man." ”

Bai Yun's chest was like being pressed by a boulder and couldn't make a sound, and he shook his head weakly.

The middle-aged man, who showed most of his bare forehead, rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Don't think that Lao Tzu wants to save you, it is this stinky Confucian who wants to demolish my house, in order to build this wooden house, I have spent a long time, and I have taken the best and strongest wood in Yunmengze, but if you let this old Confucian add a palm, it will be a ruined house and a ruined house, so it will be in vain?" I can't bear it, and I have taken advantage of your kid for so many days, saying that it is a deal in exchange for salt, but the fool will believe it, if this is spread out and say that I use salt to cheat and eat and drink, where can my old face go, and I must not dig a hole in the ground and stuff my head into it, I have always had a clear distinction between right and wrong, this old Confucian wants to demolish my house, no way! ”

The middle-aged man made the mistake of talking again, and talked at length, but the young man didn't even listen to a word, and the newly inhaled internal force in the body was full of wild horses, running wildly in the meridians and qi of the whole body, and the exhausted young man sat on the ground with his ass, letting his body turn over and overturn, and lost consciousness.

"Dare to ask who Your Excellency is?" asked the old Confucian who had let the invisible qi machine firmly bind him.

"Who is Lao Tzu? I'm afraid it will scare you if I say it!" The man who tied up his bun touched his bare forehead regardless of his crumbs.

"Hmph! Young and old man go around the bend, you and I are fellow travelers who came for the ice soul, so why pretend to be righteous and awe-inspiring. "Speaking of which, Lao Ru drives the internal force and wants to break free from these invisible ropes that entangle his body.

The middle-aged man snorted: "I am covered in hair, and I say that others are monsters." ”

"I don't want to talk to you sages and sages who are sloppy and unsightly in your heart, why do you want to come down? Okay! Then you can come down!" the middle-aged man suddenly let go of his hand.

Like a rope that binds the countless qi of the Confucian Sheng, it disappears instantly.

The old Confucian snorted coldly, stretched his hands and feet at the moment of falling, and kicked at the middle-aged man who was flying and domineering unexpectedly.

The middle-aged man just smiled contemptuously, like a fluttering fallen leaf, he didn't avoid the idea of that kick at all, and in the flash of light, he pressed close to Lao Ru, and then pushed his palms together, and accurately slapped Lao Ru's shoulders, Lao Ru's whole person was bounced away in an instant, and black blood gushed out of his throat.

"Who the hell are you?" the old Confucian wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes burning.

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, and said with a slightly restrained expression: "I'm just a vulgar wild man in this mountain, why do you want to get to the bottom of it?"

"Hmph, the mountain village has such strength, you really think that the old man is a three-year-old child, if you are really a mountain village wild man, why do you want to interfere to obstruct the old man from taking the ice soul?" said the old Confucian student.

"Is there still a truth in this world that only Confucianism is allowed to violate the ban with martial arts, and the wild men of the mountain villages are not allowed to act chivalrous and righteous?" The middle-aged man's words always love to have thorns, but instead of a trace of restraint, they have intensified.

The old scholar's eyes were like torches, and he said coldly: "Then don't blame the old man for being ruthless." ”

The middle-aged man who had tied up a bun of balls in a strange shape and made the whole world tremble stretched out his palm and made a gesture of please.

The angry old man no longer cared about the bleeding wound on his back, kicked under his feet, and the mud was stepped out of a deep pit in an instant, and then he rose into the air, his feet were like walking on a beacon fire, and his sleeves opened and closed, like a sharp shadow.

The moonlight was sparse and sparse like mercury, and a silver sword light appeared in the old Ru's wide sleeves.

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered, his fingers clawed and sucked up a dead branch, the sea water was immeasurable, and the sword qi was like splashing ink on the landscape.

When the tip of the sword is pointed against the head of the branch, the blade of the sword is immediately pressed into an arc like a fish's back.

A sword in the heart is better than three thousand scrap iron.

The sword intent that burst out like magma is like a Milky Way waterfall soaring down 90,000 miles.

How many people can use a tree branch as a sword?

"Are you Dou Xian'er Dou Chang'an?" said the old man in surprise.

The middle-aged man was silent.

The old Confucian had a little more certainty in his heart.

"The young Dou Chang'an's long hair is like a cloud, carrying a cloud-piercing sword to the sky and the earth, I don't know how many young women's hearts have been hooked, but for some reason, this sword god who was once as famous as the Xishu Sword Demon White Sword Hall, in the most promising years to reach the peak of the sword, for a woman, suddenly closed the sword and sealed the sheath and put it into the forest, and since then disappeared from the rivers and lakes. The old Confucian's eyes didn't know whether it was flickering with sighs or endless yearning.

Lao Ru laughed heartily again: "Dou Xian'er, the world says you are dead." ”

"Dou Xian'er is indeed dead. The middle-aged man who tied up his bun said calmly.

"The sword path is as vast as the sea, not as good as Dou Xian's sword. "There seems to be a magnificent wave in the arms of the old man.

"Even you, Dou Xian'er, said that he was dead, who else in the world would dare to say that he was alive?" A ripple passed in Confucian Sheng's eyes.

"You are a Confucian who is rich in learning and five cars, and you are only eight years old, and you have a lot of skills in killing people and demons, but you don't go to the world to govern the people and guide the country, what is it if you don't die?" The middle-aged man has always been a scoundrel who does not eat soft and hard, even if the old Confucian admires him to the extreme, he is still stunned to stick a needle in the sore spot of the old Confucian.

"The old man is a fallen inkman, he has no power to restrain the chicken, but he abandons his pen and follows martial arts, why?"

"There are both open and secret battles in the officialdom, ancient and modern, and the old man was also in his prime, full of governing the world and economy, intoxicated with the imperial examination, hoping to leap into the dragon gate and ascend to the court with one move. There was a hint of loss in the eyes of the old Confucian student: "How can I get the darkness of officialdom, the old man has been in the white ash for many years, but it is actually a senior member of the court and the central government in order to install cronies into the court, and the tanuki replaced the prince with the old man, such a country, don't refer to it." ”

The two were silent for a moment at the same time.

"But it is enough to die under your Dou Xian'er's sword. ”

The old man looked up to the sky and laughed, the ground under his feet cracked inch by inch, the wind blew in the forest without warning, the water of the pond boiled inexplicably, and the dead branches and leaves in the sky slowly swirled around him.

The purple-clothed maidservant who was intent on retaining her strength knew that something was wrong, and finally couldn't help but take half a step, but the plain-robed boy stretched out his hand slightly to stop the purple clothes who were about to move.

"Old Confucian, your state of mind has been injured and you have fallen into the pseudo-realm, and now you have to forcibly cross the border, perversely, even if you let you cross the border and win me?

"I think my old scholar has been mediocre all his life, but when he was in his prime, he was relegated to Longshou Mountain as a catcher, wasted half his life in vain, and died a long time ago, although he can't take the ice soul today, but he can fight with you Dou Xian'er, and he has no regrets. The old Confucian said freely.

"Okay!" Dou Changan agreed heartily.

The old man had a thick blood in his mouth, and the strong wind caused by the qi turned the earth upside down, and the giant tree that reached the sky broke in the wind, revealing the crescent moon covered by the layers of canopies, and he finally smiled frankly after being suppressed for a long time, vowing to exhaust the sword intent of his life with one sword.

This night, Yun Mengze was turbulent.

The lights are dim, the light and darkness are staggered, and the furnishings in the wooden house are simple and simple, except for a mandala flower necklace hanging on the wall, there are no other exquisite ornaments.

After Bai Yun woke up, his eyes swept over the wooden house and saw Dou Chang sitting quietly at the table drinking alone.

"Senior, what about the others?" Bai Yun turned over and sat up, and after a while, the severe pain in his body disappeared, knowing that it was the credit of the Buddha's fetus Dao root.

"Waiting outside. Dou Changan pointed out the door.

"What about the old Confucian of the Heavenly Dragon Society?" Bai Yun asked with a heavy expression.

"Dead. Dou Changan took a sip of wine and said lightly.

"Dead?" Bai Yun was dumbfounded.

"Is there any fake? Demolish my vegetable garden, not only do you have to demolish my house, why don't you die?" Dou Changan said with a straight face.

"What about the rest of the Heavenly Dragon Sect demons?" Bai Yun asked after all.

Two words popped out between Dou Changan's teeth: "Ran away." ”

These two words were like a thunderbolt falling from the sky, and the young man was about to rush out of the door.

"Boy, where are you going?" Dou Changan gently rotated the wine glass between his fingers.

"Go after those three Celestial Dragon Society demons. Bai Yun replied truthfully.

"Don't waste time, you've slept for a day and a night, and people have long since run away, besides, even if you really catch up, what can you do?

"The master said that the righteous path and the Heavenly Dragon Society do not share the heavenly oath, and when you encounter the demons of the Heavenly Dragon Society, you are only allowed to fight and not escape, if you let the three Heavenly Dragon Society demons run away, am I not equivalent to committing the crime of deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors?" Bai Yun gritted his teeth and said.

"Elm pimple can't be enlightened, which family and sect are you, are you a disciple of which school?, and there are these impersonal rules?" Dou Changan didn't seem to be happy enough, so he simply brought trouble to the sect for at least a year.

Bai Yun was silent, lifted Shen Di and strode towards the door, but before he could take two steps, there seemed to be a big iron ball swaying in his body, and it was always difficult to maintain his balance, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

"Do you think I don't know if you keep your mouth shut? The qi on your body is wisps of energy, floating but not scattering, gathering but not stopping, like a breeze slowly coming and overflowing, isn't it the internal strength of the Bun Xia! Needless to say, you kid must be a disciple of the Bun Xia. Dou Changan scratched his bare forehead and said categorically.

The young man who lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground couldn't get off the bridge, and the middle-aged man in front of him just watched his qi for a moment before he recognized that he was a disciple of Jixia.

"You don't have to guess, you must have been fooled down by the mountain to chase down the Tianlong Society, right? In my opinion, don't think in vain, the power of the Tianlong Society is intertwined, although the war between good and evil twenty years ago has been hit hard, it is still scattered all over the world, maybe even the emperor's home has the eyeliner of the Tianlong Society, how can this be cleaned?" Dou Changan said disapprerovitically.

"Why don't you kid speak?" Dou Changan shook his wine glass: "Are you worried that those three people will leak the news of your descent from the mountain?"