【East Kunlun, Siyu Mountain Range, Luyao Peak】

In the small courtyard on the top of the mountain, the moon shone brightly, scattering hoarfrost on the ground.

In a wooden pavilion on the east side of the courtyard, this room is the residence of Fang Xiaoqian on weekdays, and at this moment the bed IQ is lying on the teenager. The blood on his body had been washed away, his firm chest was slightly undulating, his shallow breathing could be heard between his snorts, and the moonlight reflected on the young man's fair face through the window, which looked like jade.

At the table in front of the bed, a young man with a sword case behind his back was closing his eyes and recuperating.

The slightly flickering Thousand Nights lamp was placed on the table, and there was a cup of tea next to it, but no heat came out, and it seemed to be already cold.

The wine jug hanging from the young man's waist did not move, and the ink painting helped him sit quietly like this.

In another room next door, Zhang Ziyuan sat on the edge of the bed, and Fan Xing leaned on the bed rail, holding a bowl of medicinal soup in his hand and taking a sip while it was hot.

"Is it better?" Zhang Ziyuan looked at the girl.

"Hmm. She nodded slightly, staring at the jade bowl in her hand, looking at her own face reflected under the shallow ripples, a little haggard.

After a long time, Zhang Ziyuan spoke up again: "Why did Xiao Qian enter the demon in Dadu Peak today, do you know what's going on?"

Fan Xing hurriedly shook his head, and nodded nervously and apprehensively.

Zhang Ziyuan sighed low and said, "He likes you, doesn't he?"

"Senior Brother Ziyuan, how do you know?" Fan Xing raised his head and looked at him with a surprised expression. Zhang Ziyuan smiled slightly, and then said: "How can I not understand the thoughts of your two children, but I haven't broken it." ”

"Oh. Fan Xing turned his head and continued to stare at the bowl of medicine, but Zhang Ziyuan said to himself: "Actually, I really hope that you will be together, how good your childhood sweetheart is, not to mention that this child is very kind-hearted in front of him, although his cultivation is not amazing now, but it is also that he is too inward-looking, and he will definitely not lie dormant in the future." ”

Fan Xing bit his lip lightly and said in a low voice: "I also think he is good, but I just treat him as a younger brother." ”

"Do you like Jingyuya?" Zhang Ziyuan's tone became no longer gentle, Fan Xing didn't dare to raise his head, it seemed that the potion in the bowl was very attractive to her, she stared at the jade bowl, and her skin was red from the bottom of her neck to the back of her ears because of shyness.

Zhang Ziyuan lowered his voice coldly and said slowly: "You can't be with him." ”

"Why!?"

"Because Jing Yutian and Jing Yuya brothers are not good, the Jade Emperor and our Ziwei have always been at odds, even the master and the painting will not support it, and the person who once snatched the painting and supporting the Taoist is that Jing Yutian!"

"What does that have to do with me and Senior Brother Jing?" Fan Xing's face flushed, and the jade bowl in his hand tilted slightly, sprinkling some wet sheets.

"The Jade Emperor's lineage is not as simple as you seem, he ...... Sooner or later, I'll kill you. ”

Tears slipped down the girl's cheeks and dripped into the bowl.

The room was silent for a long time, and the medicinal soup in her hand was already cold.

In the north room of the courtyard, the door was tightly closed, and the incense vessels in it were quietly set aside, and no green smoke came out.

Qin Guanju took down the four Linglong criminals and hung them on the wooden bottle behind the screen, just as he was about to turn around and go out to see his two injured disciples. The old man on the side seemed to never have the posture of an elder here, he suddenly sat on the ground, as if he had suffered a great deal of fatigue, and said with a sigh in his mouth: "You don't have many disciples under your seat, but why are there so many demons?"

"It's a bit much, not to mention that the ink painting supports such a young saint sword immortal, Xiao Qian is even more pregnant with several kinds of demonic treasures. There were only four disciples in total, and they accounted for half of them. After Qin Guanju finished speaking, he pushed open the horizontal door.

"I'm not just talking about them. The old man put his hand on his knee and smacked his lips.

Qin Guanju stopped at this time, looked back at him, and asked: "Zhang Ziyuan is also considered to be a good strength, but he can't be called a demon, as for Fan Xing, he may be the one with the most mediocre talent...... Can I not understand my own apprentice?"

"Do you really understand?" Qin Boyan's eyes began to miselate, and he continued without waiting for Qin Guanju to speak: "I didn't care about it before, and it wasn't until she was injured today that I saw the clues...... That Fan Xing is not that simple, or a terrible guy. ”

"Fan Xing?" Qin Guanju was stunned, a little surprised, "She is an orphan I brought back from Southern Kunlun, she was only three years old at the time, could it be that there is any mysterious background?"

The hands on the old man's knees were clenched into fists, and the true qi of murderous intent slowly condensed, and there seemed to be a faint starlight flickering on his side.

Qin Guanju sensed the coercion in the room, and hurriedly exclaimed: "What are you going to do! Who are you going to deal with in this Lu Yao Peak? They are all my disciples, and none of them can be fine!"

She seemed to be about to cry, although she didn't like to see her grandfather very much, but she couldn't stop him from making any moves, if Qin Boyan really wanted to kill someone in Lu Yaofeng, no matter who that person was Qin Guanju would be heartbroken.

"Alas......" the old man sighed deeply, and finally all the killing intent dissipated, and the clenched fists on his knees also released, "Okay, just spare your female apprentice's life." ”

"Why do you want to kill her?" Qin Guanju asked with red eyes.

"You don't want to think about how a three-year-old child can go deep into Nankunlun and not die......? Not human at all. ”

【East Kunlun, Siyu Mountain Range, Gouchen Peak】

In the huge veins that stretch for thousands of miles, a black cloud can always be seen hanging here in the center, the wind blows but does not float, and the sun shines without dissipating. There was a roar under the black clouds, and it was a cyan thunder that was suddenly lightning from it - this place is called "Heaven and Earth Electric Pavilion", and it is also one of the wonders of Lingxiao.

Below, there is a low peak, not high but steep, with exposed cliffs everywhere. There is only one small scripture from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain, which is faint and long, and it climbs to the top, and through the moonlight, you can see that there is an old man walking slowly and leisurely on the path at this moment.

The old man put his hands behind his back, and there was a boy about five or six years old in front of the road, he held a broad-bladed long sword in his hand, which was clearly much higher than him, and he was holding it and leaning from side to side, and the child also shook his head, and the two braids tied up on his head were swinging around, which was very interesting.

"Grandpa, hurry, hurry!" said the boy with the sword, his mouth pursed high, and he seemed to be very dissatisfied with the slow walking of the old man at the bottom of the path.

"Grandpa, I'm old, I can't compare with you!" the old man's old face showed a touch of kindness.

The boy shook the broad-bladed sword in his bosom and said, "But I still have to hold the Ten Fierce Ones." ”

"Alas...... This is coming, this is coming. The old man walked faster, and then he followed the boy. The little guy grinned and sang a nursery rhyme inarticulately: "Immortals take off on the eaves, the blue sky is full of white smoke!" Dancing Chanjuan under the sun, you can hit the top of the clouds......"

"What are you singing about?" the old man asked with a smile.

"Cranes. ”

Just as an old man and a young man were climbing the mountain, suddenly a long rainbow shot from the distant sky and landed behind them.

The old man did not look back and continued to climb the stone steps with his body bent, but the boy turned around and looked down with his great sword.

The man on the stone steps was also an old man, with a tall and tall posture, his long white beard hanging down to his chest, and his bright eyes glowed with a hint of gold.

The person who came was none other than the Jade Emperor Peak Peak Lord Jing Zhongyan!

As soon as he sent his two grandsons back to the peak, he hurried here in order to meet the people in front of him.

"It's a mad boy, I didn't bring you a cloud cake in a hurry today. Jing Zhongyan smiled kindly at the child, who grinned after hearing his words, obviously a little unhappy.

Jing Zhongyan didn't have much of a mood to talk to the child today, so he immediately rushed to the top and said, "He Jiman, he's back...... No, he has always been in the sect. ”

"Oh. "The old man on the steps is the owner of this Gou Chen Peak, and he is also the youngest elder of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, known as the Qinglian Sword Immortal!

Although the cultivation time is the shortest among the elders, his strength has always been a secret, because no one has ever seen him go all out, and Rao is Star Emperor Qin Boyan has also vaguely said that this He Jiman's strength is not much weaker than him. Although the Gou Chen lineage under his command is not very powerful in the sect, few people dare to offend, because of the division between the Ziwei lineage and the Jade Emperor and Houtu, he has never participated in it, and he does not say much.

This strong position of neutrality makes the other two sides even more afraid to offend, because as long as the Gou Chen line is tilted to either side, the balance between the two will no longer exist.

"Aren't you surprised?" Jing Zhongyan said out loud with some dissatisfaction with the indifference of the old man in front of him.

The old man still walked slowly, and slowly replied, "What does it matter if Qin Boyan is not in the sect? Otherwise, do you think there is anyone in this world who can kill him." I don't care where the love is. ”

"I don't care either!" The mad boy on the side stuck out his tongue at Jing Zhongyan, turned around and ran to the heights.

"He Man'er, slow down!" He Jiman shouted worriedly from behind, the child called the crazy boy stopped, He Jiman turned to the back and said, "Jing Zhongyan, you are my senior brother, and so is Qin Boyan." In fact, he has always treated you well, since the great war a hundred years ago, everyone understands what you are doing, but no one has cracked it. And although Qin Baihuang is hostile to you, he has not used the Nine Star Monarchs, so it can be seen that he is not willing to really want your Jade Emperor to be damaged, and you should also be good at yourself. ”

Below, the old man's body was already trembling slightly, his lips opened, and it took a long time before he spoke, "I hate it! That Qin Clan's Ziwei One Sect has always been in charge of one sect, but are our other three veins really considered to be the same qi in their eyes? A hundred years ago, in the Battle of Kunlun, how many people died for Ling Xiao? It was because of Qin Baihuang's inaction! Why did the master of a sect hand over such a waste?"

Jing Zhongyan's teeth chattered up and down, and he was so angry that his face was red in the end.

He Jiman stopped, sighed lowly, and then shook his head without saying anything.

He just wanted to continue walking, but Jing Zhongyan below hurriedly said: "He Jiman, didn't your Daoist, son, and apprentice all die in that battle? If it weren't for Qin Baihuang's stubborn defense of Ling Xiao and Qin Boyan's insistence on going to Southern Kunlun to participate in the war, would ......it be like this? Don't you hate?"

"That's enough! It wasn't the Qin clan who killed my peak disciple and my wife and children back then, I can't hate it, and as for you wanting to be the sect master of this Lingxiao Sword Sect, I don't have any opinion. The old man stood on the steps, and finally turned around, he looked at Jing Zhongyan calmly and said indifferently: "You came today just because you were forced by Qin Boyan and wanted me to stand in line...... Go away, I won't be able to do what you want, and I don't think I've heard what you just said. ”