All living beings, the world, treacherous, and magnificent. The whole world is a towering tree. The young Zhang Fatian is a slightly more handsome flower on this towering tree.

The southern frontier of Daxuan, the Changling Plain. The Changling Plain is fertile, and most of the rice in the entire Daxuan comes from here. Lijiang is like a winding snake line depicted on the Changling Plain. Originally, the Changling Plain was barren land in the upper and lower reaches of the river, and no grass was grown. And legend has it that there was once a rice plant in the Changling Plain to cultivate the Tao, stepped into the realm of immortality, called himself "Changling Xianjun", and then used magic to moisten this from the river up and down thousands of miles, after which the Changling Plain was smooth and rainy, the land was fertile, suitable for planting rice. South of the Changling Plain, are the land of fish and rice, rich in food and clothing, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and there is a big prince sitting in the south of Xinjiang, the name of this prince is called Chen Nan, the number is "Wangbei Wang", is one of the five kings of Daxuan.

The lion-like Jinling City sits on the vast Changling Plain. The name of this city is Jinling City, which has a history of 800 years, and has been washed away by war, exuding an ancient atmosphere. As a military town in the southern part of Daxuan, Jinling City can reach Taiping City in the north, Longjing City in the east, Van Man in the south, and Shuzhong in the west. People come and go in Jinling City, pawns and peddlers, merchants and soldiers. This city, like a bright pearl, is dotted on the territory of Daxuan.

In the city, large and small alleys are criss-crossed, and there are more than 100 in total. Most of the alleys are prosperous, except for one alley called Wuliu Lane. This alley, called Wuliu Alley, is located in a remote corner of the south of the city. The alley is not big, only a short 300 steps from the end of the alley to the end of the alley, and only some ordinary rangers come here to buy some things on weekdays.

There were only twenty or thirty households on the alley, and at the end of the alley there was a blacksmith shop called "Thirteen Blacksmiths". The owner of this blacksmith shop is called "Shi Dong", and he has a son named Thirteen, and the blacksmith shop is also named after him. Thirteen is eight years old this year, and he is not very tall, but his jewel-like bright eyes are a little cute.

At the end of last year, a young man came to the blacksmith shop, this young man named Zhang Fatian, eighteen years old, and his fair face revealed a bit of sickness. When he first came to the shop, Shi Dong thought he was the son-in-law of which family, but after thinking about it, where did the son-in-law in brocade clothes outside look up to his small shop.

Zhang Fatian's purpose of coming to the blacksmith shop is very simple, he just came to Jinling City, and the coils in his pocket are almost used, in order to survive in this prosperous city, Zhang Fatian must find a job, no wages, just take care of the food, after all, as long as he stays here for half a year, whether he has a salary or not, it is the same for him. Shi Dong looked at Zhang Fatian's thin body, obviously when he was strong, but he seemed to be about to fall down when the wind blew, he moved his compassion, so he let Zhang Fatian stay in the shop and give Shi Dong a hand in the shop.

On weekdays, Shi Dong doesn't let Zhang Fatian do rough work, just pour water when quenching iron, or clean up the iron platform. Shi Dong's blacksmith shop, although it can't get into the eyes of those sons of the family, but the people at the bottom of the market often patronize Shi. First, Shi Dong is honest, and there is never a trace of fake material in the casting, and secondly, Shi Dong has a good reputation in the neighborhood, and has a reputation as a "good old man", so although it is such a dilapidated blacksmith shop, the business is still passable.

In his spare time, Zhang Fatian often plays with Thirteen. There was also a family next to the blacksmith's shop, with only a little girl and an old grandmother. After Zhang Fatian stayed here for two months, he also learned from the neighbors that the old man and the little girl named Peony were also from outside. The old woman stayed in the yard all day long, only came out once, although Zhang Fatian knew this old woman, but never saw it, only peony often came to find Thirteen, Zhang Fatian was older than the two of them, often led the two children around, but never out of the alley. But there are only three hundred steps in the alley, and as the time goes by, the child's heart will inevitably get bored, so later, the days when Peony comes to find Thirteen are less.

It was the winter solstice, and in the courtyard where the little girl and the old woman lived, the little girl sat on the steps, and her face was a little beautiful and dotted with a few lingering pear blossoms. The little girl had been crying no less than three times.

"Miss, don't bother with the old slave, the old slave can't afford it", a weak old woman coughed in the room. There is also a dry well in the small yard, and it has been a long time since the water source has been exhausted. The vitality of the old man has bottomed out like that dry well, and whether he can survive today is another matter. Since the grandparents and grandchildren came to this courtyard, the old man's vitality has deteriorated.

The little girl wiped the tears from her face, turned her head away, and leaned into the room, "Grandma Wolf, I'm going to ask Brother Yinian to take your pulse, Peony can't lose Grandma Wolf." ”

The little girl stood up as she spoke, and walked out of the courtyard with small and somewhat hurried steps, and the old man in the house wanted to stop her, but she was seriously ill, and the words just now had drained all her strength. The old woman in the snow-white futon on the bed in the room tried her best to open her mouth, and made a mouth shape of the word "don't go", and the wrinkles on the old face were all knotted, and a quick, anxious look suddenly appeared.

There is a low loess wall at the mouth of the alley of Wuliu Lane, which separates the small alley from the street outside, leaving only one person to pass through the passageway, and people who want to enter the alley have to cross this passage on weekdays, but a small house is built on the side of this wall, and an old man in a gray robe sits in the house all day long. The old man sat there all year round, and eleven of the twelve hours of the day he was there with his eyes open, and the rest of the hours he was closed, for he was motionless, and Thirteen gave him the name "Old Zombie" that sounded a little terrible but a little funny.

Zhang Fatian and Thirteen sat on the loess low wall. The old man, called "Old Zombie", was still sitting in the hut on the edge of the wall, motionless and with his head bowed.

Thirteen sat next to Zhang Fatian, "Brother Nian, you said that this old man has always sat here, but I have never heard him speak when I am so old." ”

Although Thirteen gave the old man an ugly nickname behind his back, he didn't dare to say it in front of him because of the old man's somewhat frightening face. He was afraid to say it, but this "old zombie" suddenly popped out of the house and ate him, and he panicked when he thought of this.

Zhang Fatian naturally knew more than Thirteen. But he also knew who the old man in front of him was, and when he entered this alley that day, he had spent a lot of money. That day, Zhang Fatian gave the old man a blue-yellow egg, Zhang Fatian told him that this was the ancestral heirloom of his family, the "old zombie" took the egg and sniffed it, and then took it into his pocket and took out a rusty piece of iron, which could vaguely be printed with a "yellow" word, Zhang Fatian took this piece of iron and put it into the house and walked into the alley.

"That's not it, the old man's story is long", Zhang Fatian glanced at the old man, and saw that the old man's expression was wooden, just like an old well, and he was about to speak, when the old man who had not spoken for many years said a word, his voice was hoarse and low, "Little doll, I never open my mouth, old man, but the old man has spoken, but I want to collect something." ”

"Grandpa, what do you want to receive", Thirteen saw that this old zombie like wood finally spoke, and he was also a little curious.

Zhang Fatian hurriedly covered Thirteen's mouth and bowed to the old man, "Please don't be angry, senior." ”

"Hahaha", the old man actually laughed, turned to a flat voice, and said, "The old man is in a good mood today, I don't know the two of you, someone is coming." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of kicking and tapping, "Brother Nian".

Zhang Fatian and Thirteen followed the prestige, and they were the peony who loved to wear red clothes on weekdays, but Peony wore white clothes for the first time today.

Zhang Fatian was about to get up to greet him, but he didn't think that the old man said, "Young man, you have thought about it, you have no turning back." ”

Zhang Fatian was stunned for a moment, his footsteps stopped, only stopped for two breaths, and then stepped out again. The old man's words Zhang Fatian seemed to understand or not, and in the past two months with peony, Zhang Fatian mostly understood this pair of old and young people who seemed to be grandchildren, and he had a feeling of sympathy. Zhang Fatian laughed at himself in his heart, and turned back, he had already gone.

"Little peony, why are you running in such a hurry", Zhang Fatian said softly, his eyes wandering on the girl's face, trying to see something.

In fact, she didn't need to look at it, Peony's face was full of anxiety, and her red eyes were also like she had just cried. Peony ran to the blacksmith shop, asked Shi Dong, Shi Dong said that Zhang Fatian and Thirteen went to the alley, Peony was in a hurry to cry, crying, running, towards the alley.

"Brother Nian", the girl choked, "Brother Nian used to always give me a pulse, I know that Brother Nian has miraculous medical powers, Grandma Wolf is going to die, Brother Nian will help with peony." ”

This girl, called Peony, was born with a disease. The human body has its own hundred veins, and there are qi flowing in all the veins, and the qi in the peony's body will become slow and cold every time it reaches the middle of the month, if it goes on like this, the peony will become an iceman. Zhang Fatian learned a few points of medical skills from his grandmother when he was a child, and said that it was a few points, but he could be regarded as a "miracle doctor" in an ordinary town. Having said that, there is also a rule in this "Alley of No Stay", that is, the residents who live here are not allowed to go out for ten years, if you want to go out, you have to leave one thing, a few years ago there were a few men who have lived here for eight years in groups who wanted to go out, and confronted the old zombie at the entrance of the alley. They confronted each other for a night, and after that night, the people in the alley never saw the men again.

"Brother Nian, then let's go to the peony house and heal that old woman," said Thirteen.

"Hmm," Zhang Fatian said, "Peony, let's go quickly." ”

When Peony got the promise, she pulled Zhang Fatian and ran to the courtyard of her house, followed by Thirteen.

The old man, who was called "Old Zombie" by Thirteen, looked at the backs of the three people in the distance, and actually giggled, and the laughter was extremely terrifying, like the sound of tattered wooden planks opening and closing in a simple room. The old man closed his eyes, and opened his eyes again after ten breaths, and at this time, there was a person standing three feet outside the alley. The clothes on this person's body are quite powerful, with a purple dragon embroidered on them, and his appearance is also quite solemn, like an ancient knife that has been tempered in cold water for fifty or sixty years, and he is not angry and arrogant.

The middle-aged man had already arrived here, just waiting for the old man to open his eyes, he just slowly spit out two words, in a questioning tone, "Dead?"

The old man nodded first and was silent for a moment, and the middle-aged man raised his leg and was about to leave, but the old man shook his head again. The middle-aged man hurriedly stopped, and rushed to the old man's side with an arrow, his tone was still very calm, "What do you mean by this?"

The old man didn't make a sound, but just took out an egg from his arms, which was the blue-yellow egg that Zhang Fatian gave him. The middle-aged man saw this egg, no, in fact, it was a bead that looked like an egg, and a pair of sword eyebrows frowned together, "Lan Zhu?"

The middle-aged man said two words to himself, and then the alley of the small courtyard fell into silence again, and the glow of the dim sunset stretched the shadows of the middle-aged man and the old man very long.

"I'll take this bead back," said the middle-aged man.

The old man nodded, but he stretched out his dry palm hidden under his gray robe, and stretched out five fingers completely.

"You have to inch in", the middle-aged man saw this number, his pupils shrank, and he said angrily.

The old man still didn't speak, the corners of his mouth only hung a faint smile, and his five outstretched fingers turned into fists, and at this moment, the dust and sand all over the ground at the entrance of the alley rose to the sky, and froze in the air for a full breath, and then fell to the ground.

"Okay, you are a floating dust", the middle-aged man still had no expression on his face when he saw this scene, and his body only retreated slightly, "Since this is the case, it depends on you, five years will be five years, and after this matter, you can leave." ”

The old man nodded, closed his eyes again, and motioned for the middle-aged man to leave. The middle-aged man is also acquainted, so he turned around and left. When the middle-aged man walked out of the alley, he stopped, and his tense face finally relaxed. He began to exhale and inhale heavily, cold sweat already covering his inner shirt made of brocade and silk. Here to mention this brocade silk, this brocade silk from the Shaoli Mountain in the capital of the Great Xuanzhong, there is a family on the Shaoli Mountain, named the Weaving Star Clan, this family cultivates the golden silk silkworm, and every year will collect a part of the brocade silk

The middle-aged man looked at the Lanzhu in his hand, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth again, "Zhang Fuchen, take Lanzhu, want to get out of the game so quickly?" Your sword is very sharp, I don't know if the imperial brother can stand it. ”

The middle-aged man thought for a moment, then walked away, turned several corners, and got into a carriage, which drove all the way to the north of the city. The middle-aged man stepped into a huge mansion, and when he entered the mansion, the guards guarding the door on both sides of the mansion all respectfully shouted to the prince.

There is a plaque hanging on the top of the gate of this huge mansion, on which the dragon and the phoenix dance are written "Wangbei Wangfu" in four magnificent characters. Let's talk about the blue-yellow egg that Fa Tian handed over to Zhang Fuchen, which is also called Lanzhu by this middle-aged man with a noble status. Lanzhu, Lanzhu, as the name suggests, is a bead that hides the mountain wind of a mountain, and there are few such wonderful foreign objects in the world. The treasure is naturally wonderful, and what can be followed closely is the lingering disaster of blood and light. There was a rumor that Lanzhu was in the world, and it must be an unforeseen situation, and anyone who touched Lanzhu could not escape the tide of the world in the twenty or thirty years after Lanzhu appeared, so the middle-aged man sneered at the floating dust, that is, the "old zombie" in the thirteen mouths. Of course, Zhang Fatian naturally didn't know that the blue-yellow egg he handed to the old man in his eyes turned out to be such a treasure, this Lanzhu was picked up halfway by him on the way to Jinling City, and when he entered the alley, the old man asked him to give him money for the passage, Zhang Fatian touched all over his body and there were no valuable objects, so he had to give this bead to the old man.

Let's say that Zhang Fatian, Thirteen, and Peony have arrived in that small courtyard. The small courtyard was covered with scattered maple leaves, but a few footprints were clearly highlighted in the scattered pile of maple leaves, and these footprints were towards the dry well in the small courtyard.

Zhang Fatian already had a faint bad premonition in his heart, and hurriedly strode towards the dry well.

Peony saw Zhang Fatian walking towards the dry well, and she cried out with a "wow" again, crying and shouting, "Brother Nian, what are you going to do there." ”

Thirteen was simple-minded, touched his head, and didn't turn his mind for a while, just stood there blankly.

Zhang Fatian had already walked to the edge of the dry well, and looked into the dry well. What caught my eye was an old woman dressed in tattered gray. This dry well is not deep, only two people are high, although it is now twilight, but Zhang Fatian's eyesight is excellent, so he can see all the scenes in the well clearly. At the bottom of the well, the old woman hung her head down, her feet were facing Zhang Fatian, it was obvious that the old woman was after the peony left the yard, and she had the last trace of strength to see the girl's beautiful and reluctant face, but it was used to throw herself into the well. Before the old woman threw herself into the well, it was just when the middle-aged man at the mouth of the alley was talking with the "old zombie" Zhang Fuchen, she looked to the west, and the west was still a low earthen wall, and outside the earthen wall was the outside world, and there was a round of red sun slowly setting in the sky thousands of kilometers away from the earthen wall. When the red sun sets, the night is about to fall. The old woman sighed, said slowly, it was dark, and fell into the well.

At this time, the peony also went to the well. Peony saw the old woman in the well, but she didn't cry, she seemed to have done it on purpose to show Zhang Fatian, and a trace of coldness flashed in her originally cool eyes.

"Grandma Wolf, dead?" Peony said with no crying, but with merciless indifference.

Zhang Fatian faced the sudden changes of the little girl in front of him, and his heart was not wavering. He had already seen that the little girl in front of him was not simple, and the immaturity and weakness she pretended to be before were just pretending to be shown to others. When he channeled the qi in the body for the little girl a few times before, Zhang Fatian, who had also practiced his strength, saw that the meridians of this little girl had been polished, and they were polished quite well, and she could have the reputation of "genius". However, the root bone talent is just one of the conditions for winning the rivers and lakes.

"It's the same end of the world", Zhang Fatian sighed in his heart.

Zhang Fatian nodded towards the peony, but the peony remained motionless, still without moving. In the next moment, Peony suddenly turned around, her body turned sharply, and she had taken ten steps in an instant. Although Peony's steps were small, but her speed was extremely fast, and she rushed towards Thirteen, and a hand knife hit Thirteen, who was still sluggish.

Thirteen Misato, who was still sluggish in the girl's coldness, felt her eyes flicker, and fell down lightly. Before he fell, there was only a white dress in his eyes, no, a red dress. When he first saw Peony, Thirteen fell in love with the color red.

Zhang Fatian did not stop it. First, he doesn't have the strength to stop this little girl who has already stepped into the martial arts, and second, Zhang Fatian's eyesight is excellent, and fortunately, he can see the strength of the person who made the move. The hand-knife of the little girl, although it seems to be powerful, but in fact it can't hurt anyone.

"Help me scoop up Grandma Wolf", Peony slowly turned around and looked at Zhang Fatian.

Zhang Fatian nodded and walked into the room. As soon as Zhang Fatian stepped into the house, a foul smell poured into his nose. This smell is all too familiar to Zhang Fatian. That night, Zhang Fatian smelled too much of this breath, which was the breath of a person who was about to die. Whether the person died of illness, war, or good death, the breath before death is the same.

Zhang Fatian's eyes scanned the room and saw a fist-thick coarse cloth hemp rope on the table. This coarse cloth hemp rope was left by the old woman, Zhang Fatian sighed again, and walked out of the house with the rope.

"Give me the end of the rope", Peony was still expressionless, spit out a few words, closed his mouth again, and waited for Zhang Fatian to act. Zhang Fatian gave the thick end to the peony. The little girl held the coarse cloth hemp rope in her little hand, walked to the well, her beautiful eyes were condensed, and the immature palm was put and closed, and the thick rope in her hand was like a dragon that went to sea for nine days to shoot at the old woman who fell at the bottom of the well.

After the little girl finished this, she folded her immature palms together, put them behind her back, and turned her head to look at Zhang Fatian, "Help me pull it up." ”

Zhang Fatian was still silent, holding the hemp rope in both hands, and began to pull the old woman in the well. About half an hour later, Zhang Fatian finally pulled the old woman up.

The old woman's tattered gray clothes were soaked, and her wrists and ankles were exposed.

"Grandma Wolf", the girl spit out three more words, cold, but there was a little trembling in the cold that made people chill. Zhang Fatian looked at the old woman, and the old woman's wrists and ankles were covered with gray fur, which was the hair of a wolf. Zhang Fatian said slowly, "You haven't been here for long, you can leave early and leave late, do you need help?" ”

Peony was silent at first, then nodded and said, "Well, help me pick up a piece of wood, there's a lot of wood over there." ”

Peony pointed to the pomegranate tree in the corner of the courtyard. The pomegranate trees were piled with firewood of various lengths, and the books were full of huge pomegranate fruits.

Zhang Fatian picked up a piece of firewood, which was neither the longest nor the shortest, and handed it to the peony.

Peony took the firewood, flicked it, and then spun a row of palms, and the firewood, about a foot eight long, ignited, and burned again, and rushed towards the old woman.

In the courtyard, Zhang Fatian and Peony stood quietly like this, watching the fire in front of them burn bigger and bigger. Although the fire in this small courtyard is getting bigger and bigger, the alley seems to be dead silent, and not a single family in the three-hundred-step alley has gone to the courtyard of Peony to put out the fire or check the situation, even Shi Dong is only immersed in the blacksmith shop, and the two pairs of eyes are just staring at the good embryo he bought last month. He wanted to forge this piece of good material into a good sword, whether it was a long sword or a short sword, a light sword or a heavy sword, he didn't think about it. At the mouth of the alley, the old zombie whose name was broken by the middle-aged human, Zhang Fuchen, opened his eyes, his hands shrunk into his clothes, and his fists were clenched.

Zhang Fuchen shook it for a while, then slowly let go of his hand, then closed his eyes and muttered in a low voice that he could only hear, "It's dark." ”

Green smoke rose in the small courtyard, and the green smoke rose higher and higher. The clear sky of Jinling City has always been excellent, so this wisp of green smoke is very conspicuous in the sky above Jinling City. But no one knew where the wisps of green smoke came from, and when some people said that it rose from that broken alley, some people turned a deaf ear, some people flashed with disdain in their eyes, some people were silent, and some people closed their doors. This person who does not come out of the house has the "Wangbei Palace", and on this day, the door of the Wangbei Wangfu is closed.

When the moon slowly rose, two groups of people came to the mouth of the alley. The first group of people, three people, were all dressed in gray-black robes and silver masks. The first man was seven feet tall, the second six feet tall, and the third five feet tall.

The seven-foot-tall man at the head walked to the wooden house at the mouth of the alley, but he was only a foot away from the old man in the house. The man bent down, clasped his hands into fists, and said in a respectful tone, as if an apprentice had visited Master, "Master, I have come back to see you." ”

The old man in the room, that is, Zhang Fuchen, did not make a sound, but still closed his eyes. He had to close his eyes for an hour a day, and now he had closed three teas, and there was still one tea left. Zhang Fuchen didn't open his eyes because of the arrival of the three people in front of him, he still sat there, like an old monk who had settled down. The three of them were silent, and the middle-aged man led by him still maintained a posture of bowing his head and bowing his head, motionless, like a tree with a crooked neck.

The time of a cup of tea has passed in a blink of an eye. Zhang Fuchen opened his eyes, and slowly floated out of his mouth, which no longer had a few teeth, "You guys are here." ”

The seven-foot man who was still bowing down and waiting for the old man to respond was about to raise his head to talk, but suddenly felt that something was wrong. He hurriedly turned around and saw two people standing eight feet away from the entrance of the alley, these two people were dressed in similar clothes to them, both of them were gray robes, but their robes covered their heads, and it was already late, and there were few lights outside the alley, and they couldn't tell what kind of face was hidden under this robe. The two men were also close to their height, and when they spoke, the seven-foot man was shocked.

The two men spoke together, but the speed, tone, and intonation of speech were surprisingly consistent, as if they were speaking alone. A male voice is strong and heavy, and a female voice is soft and tactful.

"What about the little girl?"

The three men who came first were Erzhang monks who were confused and stood in place. But what happened in the next scene made them dumbfounded. The old man, who had never stood up, stood up and walked out of the cabin.

Zhang Fuchen still didn't look at it, just raised his withered arm, pointed into the alley, and then stepped out, crossing in front of the aisle that only allowed one person to pass.

"Old man, can you stop the two of us alone?"

The three men who were still unknown on the side heard this, and they also understood somewhat that at least this was not the old man's friend. The leader said, "What kind of person is Your Excellency, and what are the festivals with the family teacher, it is better to draw a debut and compete with the three of us brothers." ”

"Guo Yu, Guo Huai, Guo Sang", this time only the woman among the two spoke out, but it was not clear which one it was, "The three major offerings of Chenglongmen, Chenglongmen has changed from a nameless small sect to a gate that dominates one side, and the secret contribution of the three of you is indispensable, but compared with us, your Taoism is still far behind." ”

"Hmph, you two can't see people, you don't respect my master, and insult the three of us," said the seven-foot-tall man. He is none other than Guo Huai.

Guo Sangzheng was about to say something, but the old man who didn't say a word even if the sky collapsed in front of him said slowly, "Noise." ”

But with these two simple words, the air in the one-third of an acre at the mouth of this small alley suddenly became a little colder.

Guo Yu, Guo Huai, and Guo Sang were silent and retreated to the side. No one saw their expressions under the silver masks, and they knew that when the old man in front of them, that is, their master, Zhang Fuchen, said the word "noise", he was going to see blood today.

"Do you want to get out of the way?", the two men said again.

The old man remained motionless, like an ancient tree rooted in the ground.

"It's really pitiful and ridiculous that a generation of Great Sword Sects has fallen into the situation of guarding the door for others", the man in the two sneered. He moved! He was the one standing on the left, he was so fast that only the remnants were left in place. The man straddled in front of the old man, and the majestic palm wind agitated the entire alley, but it was only limited to this small alley. It is rumored that the small group of people who stand at the top of the rivers and lakes to have a glimpse of the scenery on the top of the mountain have the means of "Nali to one", this "Nali to one" is to send and receive majestic power between square inches, although this black-robed man is some distance from that realm, but this kind of means is also unpredictable.

In the face of the majestic palm wind, the old man just stretched out the palm that he had put back behind him before, but this time he stretched out an index finger and touched the palm of the hand. In an instant, the old man's fingertips were stirred by wind and thunder, and then turned into a long snake and flew out, breaking through the majestic palm wind and hitting the man's palm, only to see a moment of thunder flashing, illuminating the alley mouth clearly, but these lights never leaked out, so it was only this one place that was transparent, and did not alarm the residents at the mouth of the alley, or the distant street.

The white light faded, and the mouth of the alley returned to its previous dimness. Zhang Fuchen was still standing with his back bent, the palm that he had just stretched out had been retracted, and the black-robed man had also taken ten steps back, just back to the other black-robed woman.

"Zhang Fuchen, that old guy is dead, what reason do you have to protect that little cub", this time it was the black-robed woman who spoke. The man couldn't open his mouth, he wasn't dead, but he couldn't speak for at least ten days and half a month. Let's say that the old man just now pointed lightly, and the wind and thunder roared at his fingertips to break open the palm of the black-robed man, turning into a long dragon and rampage along the man's limbs, turning a hundred times and turning thousands of times, directly approaching the man's heart. Zhang Fuchen's Taoism is a cut above the man, if this blow close to the heart is real, this man will really whin, but the lord of these two people hid a true qi in the man's heart, and only then did he turn this original mortal calamity.

"The old man has been practicing kendo for more than 70 years, and the old man has walked thirty-six steps along the way of the sword, but someone helped me get a glimpse of the threshold of thirty-seven steps, and the old man received the favor of that person, so he naturally wanted to repay it", the old man said flatly, as if he was narrating something that had nothing to do with him. But what everyone present listened to was earth-shattering, the thirty-seventh step? Ordinary Great Sword Sects are between thirty-three steps and thirty-four steps, there are few thirty-sixth steps in the whole world like the old man, first, such a master is very low-key and never preaches, if it wasn't for the old man saying it today, no one would know that he had reached the thirty-sixth step, and second, it was more difficult to take thirty-six steps on the way of the sword than to ascend to the sky!

The masked man's face was already full of ecstasy under the mask, this old man was their master, and the master had already felt the opportunity to take the thirty-seventh step. The thirty-seventh step of the sword path, that is the realm of the Sword Saint, the current Jianghu Great Sword Sect can really find a group of people, but the Sword Saint, there is no one!

"Thirty-seven steps?", the woman sneered and didn't believe it, "Just because you, an old man who has already entered the yellow clay with half of his body, still want to win the realm of the Sword Saint, old man, I advise you to get out of the way, otherwise when my master comes, your old bones can be buried in the ground." ”

The woman tried to speak, but was interrupted by a strong voice.

"This is Jinling City, it is the territory of Daxuan, and you Wolf Mountain is excessive. ”

A dignified-looking general in gold armor walked to the mouth of the alley and shouted, but there was no one behind him.

The general bowed to the old man, "Senior, the prince sent me to relieve the siege for the seniors." ”

"No need", the old man slowly spit out a few words again, his expression was indifferent, "He Chen Nan is not like his name, you tell him for me, if he stays in the south steadily, then it will be fine." Although the world is only north, south, west and east, he Chen Nan, but he took a southern character, and there are three characters north, west and east, oh, no, there is also a Chinese character. The five characters only account for one of them, just so arrogant, the grasshopper wants to shake the tree, but he Chen Nan is not even a grasshopper. ”

"Haha", the woman saw this scene with a playful smile on the corner of her mouth, and said in a weird manner, "Cui Pan, your master is not even a mayfly, what is your dog in Wangbei Wangfu." ”

The gold-armored general, that is, Cui Pan, looked gloomy and said, "Hmph, you are just from a good background, but you are from a good background, and you can't beat me Cui Pan, you really live to be a dog." ”

Hearing this, the woman panicked, she knew that the golden armor general in front of her had already taken thirty steps in the outer kung fu, and she had only taken twenty-seven steps in the inner kung fu. If she was fighting on the empty plains, she could use her magical powers with the empty terrain technique, and she was naturally not afraid of this golden-armored general who had taken three steps more than her. If you want to say that this internal kung fu pays attention to practicing qi condensation machine, and then this external kung fu is polishing the skin and flesh, the former is the qi machine to quench the skin and flesh, and the latter is to drive the internal breath with muscles and bones.

"The female doll of Wolf Mountain, this companion of yours, the old man has no intention of taking his life", Zhang Fuchen paused, and said, "Even if he doesn't have that body protection true qi in his heart, he can't die." This fingertip wind and thunder was originally an opportunity given by the old man to this male doll, but since your mountain master is guarding against the old man, then this opportunity is missed, and it will be gone. ”

Let's say that the fate of the world, just like the maple leaves falling from the maple tree at the end of the alley in autumn, but the passers-by, where do they know which leaf is the real chance?

"This", the black-robed woman was stunned for a while, and the black-robed man who couldn't speak was even more angry, he only felt that the blood in his chest was rolling, as if a mouthful of old blood was about to spurt out. Although the position of the old man in front of him is different from theirs, but this opportunity sent to him should not be in vain, but he was buried by him, no, by his mountain master, and he can only consider himself unlucky. The black-robed woman hurriedly grabbed the black-robed man's wrist and transmitted true qi into the man's meridians, intending to calm the qi and calm the nerves.

At this time, another group of people came, no, not a group of people, but a person. This person was in a green shirt, looking quite young, and stepped forward, as if he didn't see anyone else present, but just bowed to Zhang Fuchen and said, "Senior, the family teacher asked me to tell the senior three words." ”

"Needless to say", Zhang Fuchen closed his eyes again, it stands to reason that he has been closing his eyes for an hour today, but he still closed them, and then said these four words.

He closed his eyes and spat out four more words, "I see." ”