Hu Hanyan, who reacted instinctively, immediately used the Jue Soul Ying Bead in his right hand to resist the extremely sharp bi shou.

Suddenly, the two objects collided in one place, and a bright white light appeared, shaking the two of them away.

That bi shou was naturally not the opponent of the immortal Jue Soul Ying Zhu, and was burned by the bright white light, and the Jue Soul Ying Zhu fell to the ground between the two.

The thief Yin Liubei, who was in pain, touched his injured head, stood up slowly, and looked at the bead on the ground that emitted a bright white light.

"Sure enough, it's that Jue Soul Yingzhu!Stinky boy, where did you get this immortal thing?" asked the thief Yin Liubei enviously.

Seeing that the thief saint hero had no intention of slaughtering himself, Hu Han Yan stood up holding his injured arm.

"Thief Saint Hero, I said that I picked it up by the stream unintentionally, do you believe it?"

"Of course I don't believe it," said the thief Yin Liubei.

"Thief Hero, believe it or not, it's not a matter of concern. I don't know if this priceless immortal can be exchanged for my cheap life?"

"Yes, naturally you can, but don't you regret it?" asked the thief Yin Liubei very curiously.

"Of course there will be no regrets, because the ones who will regret are. In three days, they will beg me to return this priceless immortal object. Hu Han Yan said confidently.

"Haha! I'm afraid I'm a fool! With this priceless immortal Jue Soul Ying Pearl, I can steal all the cemeteries on the land of Kyushu. This is a big joke!" The Thief Saint laughed loudly.

Anyway, the thief Saint Yin Liubei snatched the priceless immortal Jue Soul Ying Zhu from Hu Han Yan's right hand, and played with it carefully.

"Saint Thief, I remember hearing a big joke tonight, and it turned out it wasn't a joke. Is this the second big joke you heard, so sure it's a joke?" asked Hu Hanyan.

"There's a lot of nonsense, and there will be no time in the future!" said the thief saint Yin Liubei.

As soon as the words fell, the thief Yin Liubei escaped into the ground and disappeared.

"This thunder cliff, where there are many bandits, has finally survived without danger. Hu Han Yan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself.

In the early morning of the next day, Hu Han Yan traveled to the sword spring. Because he ran for half the night last night, after waking up, Hu Hanyan felt a very dry mouth. He looked not far away, and saw a spring of water, so he hurried away.

Just as Hu Han Yan took a big gulp and drank half full, several mountain and wild sword cultivators came to stop him from continuing to drink.

"Muddy people! This sword spring treasure land, spiritual spring immortal water, how can you touch such untouchables!" said a mountain sword cultivator with a hideous face.

"Good as water, understand?" asked Hu Hanyan.

Several mountain and field sword cultivators were speechless and at a loss. Although they are not used to seeing such a dirty and muddy person as Hu Han Yan, they know that if they want to cultivate their swords, they must first cultivate their hearts. The last sword immortal predecessor who ascended to the immortal realm once said to them, "One day, when you understand the 'goodness is like water', your sword path cultivation will be near." ”

"The supreme character is like water, and it is surrounded by all things without fighting for fame and fortune. Do not see the world in general, do not compete with the world for a while, do the softest, but can accommodate the world's mind and bearing. Water is the best and softest, the water is dense and dense, the slight is silent, the huge is turbulent, there is no dispute with people, and it contains all things. Water has the virtue of nourishing all things, it enables all things to get its benefits, and there is no contradiction and conflict with all things, and there is no more way of life than this. Hu Hanyan continued.

Several mountain and wild sword cultivators, after hearing this, had an epiphany of the way of the sword, and knelt down to worship this fifteen-year-old boy as a teacher.

"Haha! Yellow-haired boy, listening to a few nonsense words from Mr. Teaching in the academy, you are showing off here, looking for death!" said the great sword master Xuanyuan Langgang Imperial Sword.

couldn't help Hu Han Yan react, Xuanyuan Langgang's Ming Yuan Sword had already pierced Hu Han Yan's heart.

"A few apprentices, what are you waiting for? Could it be that you want to let the teacher dispose of the corpse of the person under the mud?" Xuanyuan Langgang rebuked angrily.

"Don't dare! Don't dare!" several mountain and field sword cultivators said in unison. They simply discarded Hu Hanyan's body in a pile of weeds far away from the Sword Spring and in the graveyards everywhere, and then left quickly.

At noon, near the grave.

The dazzling sunlight shone on every inch of the grave, including Hu Hanyan's corpse.

Shangguan Jingde, a hunter in the mountains, went up to the mountains to hunt, and came across the corpse of Hu Han Yan. He checked the pulse of Hu Han Yan and found that he was still breathing, so he carried him home and healed.

"Am I dead?" asked Hu Hanyan, who was in the Nether Ghost Realm.

"Dead head, the heart on the right side, is not dead. Even if he really dies, I'm afraid that our small Netherworld Ghost Realm will not be able to tolerate this Sword Emperor. Let's go back!" the Nether Ghost King said with a wave of his sleeve.

"What is the sword, what is the sword?" asked Hu Han Yan when he woke up from his dream.

"Lie down, don't move, the wound on the chest is easy to open. Shangguan Jingde, the mountain hunter, said comfortingly.

"Ahh

"Little brother, don't get excited, lie down! I am Shangguan Jingde, a mountain hunter near this tomb, who was injured by the Mingyuan Sword of the Great Sword Master Xuanyuan Langgang, but fortunately it was not fatal. As for the old man with the red beard, I have never seen it. But if you don't drink it again, this bowl of healing medicine, I dare to promise you, you will definitely become a deceased under the sword. Shangguan Jingde, a mountain hunter, explained.

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Shangguan!" Hu Han Yan took the potion and drank it down.

"Hey, that's right, if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you. After listening to the old man's words, he was as happy as a fairy. Shangguan Jingde said with a smile.

"Uncle Shangguan, I was still in the Sword Spring just now, why am I in the tomb now?" asked Hu Han Yan in surprise.

"The distance between the sword spring and my tomb is quite close, don't be surprised. Judging from what happened, I don't know why they abandoned it here?" said Shangguan Jingde, a hunter in the mountains and wilderness.

"Clear! Clear!" Hu Han Yan said as he touched the sword wound on his chest and recalled the misfortune of Jian Quan.

After recuperating for half a day, Hu Han thanked him and said goodbye, and Shangguan Jingde, a hunter in the mountains and wilderness. There was only half a day left before the agreed deadline for sending the letter to Shangguan, and he no longer rested, and walked forward with his wounds.

In the afternoon, near the yamen of the prefect of Shangguan.

"Shangseki"

Hu Hanyan saw that there was a sign hanging on the city wall, which read. When it finally arrived, he was exhausted, but his heart was full of joy.

The hard work paid off, and at the last moment, Hu Han Yan hurried to hand over ten letters full of family thoughts to the hands of Shangguan Guanyi.

Hu Han Yan can finally breathe a sigh of relief, and now he doesn't have to die. He lay on the roof of the Yamen of the Shangguan Prefect's Mansion and looked at the dazzling sun in the sky. He closed his eyes and imagined how happy he was when he read the letters of his family members in Hujia Village. Suddenly, he felt that today's sun was extraordinarily warm, making him feel warm from the inside out.

Because it was too comfortable, Hu Han Yan stretched his waist. Stretch on the roof, and the consequences can be imagined. His sudden commotion really broke his little waist.

Hu Han Yan fell from the roof and fell impartially on the feet of Meng Yingqiang, the unruly princess of the Dream Dynasty.

"Ahh

After Hu Han fell to the ground, he fell unconscious. Since he was facing the ground, he naturally never met the unruly princess Meng Yingqiang.

Hu Hanyan, who woke up, went back to Hujia Village in a hurry.

Because it was too comfortable, Hu Han Yan stretched his waist. Stretch on the roof, and the consequences can be imagined. His sudden commotion really broke his little waist.

Void cracks, the roof of the Yamen of the Shangguan Prefect's Mansion.

"No, it's wrong, it's not like stretching and falling off the roof. The Wise Master said.

"How did I fall off the roof?" asked Hu Hanyan.

"Hu Hanyan can finally breathe a sigh of relief, and now he doesn't have to die. He lay on the roof of the Yamen of the Shangguan Prefect's Mansion and looked at the dazzling sun in the sky. He closed his eyes and imagined how happy the promising young people in Hujia Village were when they read the letters of their families. Suddenly, he felt that today's sun was exceptionally warm, making him feel that the whole sun seemed to be pressed on his face. After a while, he noticed that the sun on his face emitted a foul smell. He opened his eyes and found on his face what was the warm sun, but the droppings of birds. After wiping it off with his hands, he looked at his dirty hands and vomited. He threw the dirt off his hand with all his might, and suddenly his feet became unsteady and he fell off the roof. The Wise Master said.

"Well, I'll admit, it does. Who is it?" asked Hu Hanyan.

"Like that, I'm a time walker. The Wise Master said.

"What are you doing here?" asked Hu Hanyan.

"Sword Emperor, I'll take this Soul Pearl!" said the Wise Master.

"The thief is gone!" said Hu Hanyan.

In the evening, in the back hall of the Yamen of the Shangguan Prefect's Mansion.

"I don't know that Princess Yingqiang is here, and the officials are guilty of crimes!" said Ye Luming, the prefect of Shangguan.

"My father said that you are the most trusted person in him, and this princess has reached the age of marriage, and he said that you can choose the most suitable concubine for me in this Kyushu. However, Princess Ben didn't believe it. This princess has decided to go to the other eight imperial uncles' territories to see which cousin is the princess's future concubine. What should you do with your old man, go back to your father, and don't need this princess to teach you?" Meng Yingqiang, the unruly princess, scratched with her feathers, and the prefect of Shangguan, who was over eighty years old, Ye Luming's feet asked.

"Xia Guan knows, I know, please let Xia Guan go! Xia Guan will return to the emperor, it is that day when the machine stone is dark and unknown, Princess Yi visited Kyushu all over the world, looking for the future concubine. Ye Luming, the prefect of Shangguan who couldn't cry or laugh, begged for mercy.

"Okay, that princess, thank you here, Grandpa Ming!" Meng Yingqiang finally scratched her feather twice, and the prefect of Shangguan Ye Luming said on the palm of her foot.

Today, the land of Kyushu is ruled by the Dream Dynasty, and the country is called Xiang. When the emperor dreamed of the year, he had no children under his knees, and his only daughter was the barbarian princess Meng Yingqiang.

Yin Ran City, the imperial city of the Dream Dynasty, is located in the center of Kyushu, with a large population and prosperous commerce. The northeast corner is the territory of the prince of the lord for many years, the song is everywhere, there are many entertainment places, ranking first in Kyushu. The southwest corner is the entropy of the prince who dreams of forgetting the year, and there are many literati who are good at criticizing state affairs. The south is the territorial city where the widow prince dreams of returning to the New Year, advocating force and countless generals. To the north is the Hongda City, the territory of the prince Mengwennian, bordering Persia and having a large foreign population. In the west, the city of Oden, the territory of the king of the buttercup dream, is prosperous and rich in real estate. The east is the Jieda City, the territory of the prince of Natong Mengwu year, with many dwarves, weapon manufacturing, and ingenuity. The southeast is the Neer City, the territory of the dream of the prince of Naer, there are many elves and beasts, the forbidden land of the human race, and the exception of the royal family. In the northwest is the Evil City of the Evil Qi of the Dream of the Prince, with giants and fierce spirits, guarding the Great Wall in the north.

So, the barbarian princess Meng Yingqiang instructed the palace maid to take out a map of Kyushu and hang it on the wall. She blindfolded herself with a black cloth and threw darts, where to throw, where to play.

"Princess Qiyu, it's the city of evil spirits, the land of the far north, it's extremely cold, it seems that we need to bring more warm winter clothes for this trip. The personal palace maid Liuli said.

In the afternoon, at the boy's house,

"Stinky boy, it's a big life! Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of Hu Han Yan, looked up and down at Hu Han Yan who was unscathed and said.

"I shouldn't have died, I didn't expect it!" Hu Han Yan grimaced.

"Stinky boy, did Lao Tzu let me sit down? Listen to Lao Tzu! This time it won't be so lucky, Evil Qi City, have you heard?" Hu Yanting, the official post adoptive father, kicked over Hu Han Yan, and shouted on the broken wooden bench that wanted to sit down.

"The Great Wall of the North, wouldn't it be the Dream Dynasty that recruited troops to repair the Great Wall and wanted me to serve in the army?" asked Hu Hanyan.

Actually, I don't want to go, but the Xifeng girl in the Qifeng Pavilion can't do without me, so I have to be wronged. Then I wish you another chance to escape death!" said Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, laughing.

"Do you need a reason to love someone?" asked Hu Hanyan.

"Don't you need it?" asked the Wise Master.

"Do you need it?" asked Hu Hanyan.

"Don't you need it?" asked the Wise Master.

"Hey, I'm just studying and studying, why are I so serious?" said the wise master.

"It doesn't matter if I need it or not, I haven't been contaminated with any worldly love, and I don't want to touch that troublesome thing. Hu Hanyan said.

"Sword Emperor, do you dare to make a bet with the old man?" the wise master suddenly asked with a serious face.

"Why don't you dare, tell me what to bet on?" asked Hu Hanyan.

"I don't dare to go to Zhan Heng City to walk the rivers and lakes, the gambling money is the Jue Soul Ying Zhu in the hands of the Beihai Emperor, do you dare to take this gamble?" The wise master took out the glittering fairy Jue Soul Ying Zhu from his arms and asked Hu Han Yan.

"This gamble, master, I took it, and I lost it!"

With that, both of them disappeared in the hall of the Xuanji Pavilion.

At this time, Hu Hanyan was lying on the mat woven for him by his adoptive father Hu Yanting under the cool bed quilt that Mr. Wen Yu bought for him.

In his sleep, Hu Hanyan let out bursts of laughter, and he thought he was the happiest person in the world.

Suddenly, the Wise Master appeared in front of Hu Han's bed, quietly looking at the sixteen-year-old boy.

After a while, the wise master got tired of seeing the young man, and through his dream, he knew that his next stop would be to walk the rivers and lakes in Filthy Hengcheng. The wise master, who knew that the gamble had been lost, walked slowly to the door and looked in the direction of Zhan Heng City.

"Sword Emperor, what if you win this gamble? The final winner will only be my Wise Master. The Wise Master said.

"Okay! The Wise Master wept.

"With such a vulgar storyline, you can cry, and the tears are too low. Hu Han Yan said with disdain.

"When people get old, their hearts will naturally become softer, people who love each other can't be together, yin and yang are separated, who can withstand this?" said the wise master.

"Okay! Hu Hanyan said.

The gamble between the wise master and Hu Han Yan, Hu Han Yan won, and he got the immortal Jue Soul Ying Zhu as he wished.

After Meng Chengqian's left hand was cut off, Hu Han Yan suddenly appeared in the Happy Forest Tavern. He repaired Meng Chengqian's severed hand with Jue Soul Yingzhu, and searched out the Tianji Stone from the barbaric princess Meng Yingqiang, proving to everyone that Meng Yingqiang stuffed the purse into Meng Chengqian's pocket in advance and returned the innocence of the little handyman.

Because Hu Han was chivalrous and wore a mask, he never met Meng Yingqiang.

Meng Chengqian and Alina fell in love for a long time, and finally got together. The two took over the Happy Forest Tavern, and in order to thank the life-saving benefactor Hu Han Yan, their son was named Meng Xie Yan.

Meng Yingqiang, who was bullied by Hu Han Yan, returned to Yin Ran City in a huff, couldn't eat for a few days, and was full of anger.

Originally, he lived in a purgatory-like chamber, but now he is revered by everyone as the savior of the illusory world, living in the beautiful Valhalla of heaven.

"Shame, do you know that heaven also misses hell?" Fu Huanjing asked suddenly.

"My subordinates are defeated, let's go to the Illusory Realm Chronicles Dictionary that I wrote! This Lingzun doesn't need to be reminded, I have the opinion to deal with the illusory world chores one by one. Lingzun drove away.

Fu Huanjing knew that he couldn't work hard and had strong spiritual power, so he no longer persuaded him to say goodbye and leave.

After a while, Fu Huanjing arrived at the Jingxin Wine Workshop and saw the master who was drinking happily and secretly served Futu.

"Stinky boy, are you deflated? The teacher has already advised the kid, this time and that time, the little deflated third of the little second family, now it is different from the past, and the old persuasion is useless. The Dark Waiter Futu stroked his long beard and smiled.

"Master, what tricks do you have for your old man?" Fu Huanjing asked.

"Doom Poison Body, have you heard of it?" said the Dark Squire Futu.

"The apprentice has never heard of it, and I hope that the old man can tell you a thing or two!" Fu Huanjing said.

Seeing that the beloved disciple didn't know what to ask, he was very stupid, so he turned around and left in great frustration.

Ruan Qingting, a witch in the human world, finally refined a spiritual power potion that can change her voice after a lot of hard work.