Above the green hills, people go to empty buildings.

Feng Qingtong opened a jar of bad wine under the mountain in the courtyard alone, and did not sit on the stone bench next to the stone table, but sat on the ground against the wooden pillar at the main entrance of the wooden house. The hem of the robe was draped on the ground at will, and the young man looked at the distant sky, carrying the jar of wine and drinking it one by one, and it didn't take long for the jar to bottom.

After sitting in a daze for a long time, the young man in white brushed the dust on his body and staggered to his feet. Bad wine is not intoxicating, but it is the most charming to the eye. With the intention of drinking, the young man picked up the hoe, followed the way Yu Youwei usually weeded in the vegetable garden, and used the most stupid way to hoe and hoe under the ancient pine in the courtyard. After a long time, a large pit was dug under the tree. Feng Qingtong buried all the jars of turbid wine that was transported up the mountain from the bottom of the mountain in it, and carefully covered it with soil.

"Meet again as soon as possible and drink this wine together. ”

Feng Qingtong read softly, with a heavy heart. Yu Youwei, you must give me a good life! You must wait for me, you must wait for me!

He was stunned for a long time, and when the sad feeling dissipated slightly, Feng Qingtong dared to dissipate the smell of alcohol. He stepped into the house, took a wool duster, and cleaned the already spotless house inside and out, little by little. He was slow and very serious. The young man took the broom again and swept it from the hill to the foot of the mountain, and swept the lonely hut at the foot of the hill inside and out.

Finally with nothing to do, Feng Qingtong exhausted what he had learned in his life's formations, exhausted his whole body's aura again and again, and even used up all the jade that could be used for formations, surrounding the entire mountain. Feng Qingtong didn't care that this mountain had already revealed a naked killing intent, he just wanted to let all the living things feel the killing intent that people should not approach.

From the sun to the stars, from the first dew of the morning to the sunset the next day. Feng Qingtong never sleeped, and finally completed the arrangement completely when he was wearing the stars and the moon.

At the foot of the mountain, Feng Qingtong grabbed a boulder and planted it at the foot of the mountain in the most conspicuous place. Eight large characters are engraved on it in block letters, and they are dyed with vermilion pigment:

"Don't disturb the idlers, life and death are at your own risk. ”

The brushwork is powerful and cold.

Taking a sip of wine, with a flask on his back that had not been used for a long time, the young man hung a long sword at his waist, and left without looking back.

This trip is far away, and we will go to Liubei County, which is not far from Longque, the capital of the Eastern Cangguo. There, the Sword Asking Conference should have come to an end, and it is also the place where I will complete the third thing.

Help Ximen Yin participate in the Sword Asking Conference, and justify the name of Zhenbei for the vast rivers and lakes under the jurisdiction of Zhenbei, not that there are no heroes and heroes except for the people in the palace. The rivers and lakes in the north of the town are not allowed to be underestimated.

Today's Feng Qingtong is already in the realm of the Divine Rise Realm.

Although the formation was completely destroyed on the top of the West Mountain that day, at the moment before the formation collapsed, Ximen Yin still succeeded in detaining Feng Qingtong's original spiritual power in the small world of the mountain, and returned it to Feng Qingtong's body in one go. Therefore, Feng Qingtong's Divine Rise Realm, as he wished, did not leak from all sides, and forcibly stood on the top of the Three Realms.

The Three Realms of Shenqi can be called a grandmaster no matter which rivers and lakes you are in. But Feng Qingtong, who has stepped into the metamorphosis realm, knows that compared with the metamorphosis realm, the Shenqi realm is the Shenqi realm. Even if he encounters the likes of the Barren Mountains of Xiaohua Habitat, today's Feng Qingtong is still not an opponent.

Knowing that this is the case, the person who practices the sword can be another world in terms of state of mind. Since Feng Qingtong came down from the mountain, he has seen the emptiness in terms of combat power, and he can't say that he has no desire or desire, but he has a divine will that he has no desire and no desire, and he has become an invincible state of mind. With the current realm, Feng Qingtong can still be afraid of anyone in the world. Maybe when he directly shoots with all his strength in the face of a person of the level of the big black face, he will die. Other than that, it's not that difficult to get out of the way.

Feng Qingtong's only worry now is another self in his heart.

There are two kinds of spiritual power in his body, Feng Qingtong himself naturally knows it clearly. He also tried to fuse the two spiritual powers more than once when he made a move

Together, it will produce a kind of unpredictable effect. He always thought that he had two attributes, and he was an outlier in the cultivation world, and the Zhenbei Wangfu happened to be the second worship of Liu Changqing and the third worship of Gao Shan Yuan, who must have thought the same way. Liu Changqing saw farther away, so he had the proverb "avoid the separation of yin and yang".

Now, it seems, not at all. The light and spiritual power in his body is clearly acquired into his body, and it suppresses his body, and the evil power that grows as he grows older. has the ability to plant the original spiritual power into other people's bodies, and can always suppress the evil force that should be more powerful, who this light power originally belonged to, you don't need to think about it.

That day, he helped himself wake up from the evil power through the sword falling into the clouds, and there is no way to know how much the master has paid for these, but this is against the heavenly way of the master's ascension to the top is certain.

The young man glanced at the little golden sword on his waist again, and promised Ximen Yin that it was the third thing. Now no matter who it is, Yu Youwei, Master, Ximen Yin...... Feng Qingtong had to complete five things as soon as possible. As for the evil force that is still growing, the previous self was able to suppress it very well, and even tried to use one or two. But now that his cultivation of spiritual power alone is only left in the Divine Origin Realm, this power must be completely disabled.

Feng Qingtong didn't want to ask his true heart, he didn't care which was the real self, he only knew that he had to save Yu Youwei. Yu Youwei's physical condition, as well as the growing evil power he could feel, all told him that he had little time to finish the four things he hadn't done.

The night was deep, and the pupils of the young man in white who was walking in the wind seemed to be deeper and darker.

......

"Lei Shao, according to what you mean, tomorrow is the last duel, and it is also the last time to ask the sword. ”

An old man who looked like a steward stood quietly beside the middle-aged man, bowing his head slightly, looking humble, and not leaking.

Under the stars, the man was standing in front of a clump of flowers, bowing his head and reading. He was tall, not handsome, and his air was like that of a farmer in the countryside. But at this moment, under the moon, one person holds a book and reads at night, but there is no sense of discord.

Hearing the old man's words, the middle-aged man stopped, closed the book, turned around and smiled and nodded:

"Got it. Hard work Uncle Gong. ”

The old man nodded in acknowledgment, and then turned to leave.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and stopped the old man:

"Uncle Gong," after hesitation, his face was again marked with a kind smile: "Since I convened this sword conference, you have ignored it and followed me." Now that it's the last day, aren't you going to ask?"

The old man stopped, shook his head, and said in an urn:

"Lei Shao's affairs, the old slave can't afford it. The master asked me to take care of it by your side, and I took care of it, and I didn't dare to take care of the rest. ”

Lei Zhengze came to play, clapped his hands and laughed:

"One of them doesn't dare to care! Another one doesn't want to care!"

In the eyes of the old steward, this Lei family finally revealed the true nature of the family. This year is the year of Lei Zhengze, in the eyes of the old steward, he has always been a child who has not grown up, and he can't afford to provoke the Lei family's huge business, and he doesn't have half of the demeanor of the current head of the Lei family.

Lei Zhengze slowly paced two steps and stood still in front of the old man:

"Uncle Gong, why don't we make a bet? Bet on whether I can borrow that Celestial Light Sword from my father tomorrow?"

Ouyang Gong's pupils shrank, he didn't want to make this bet, so he directly stopped him by saying bluntly:

"Young master, if you borrow the Lei family's ancestral divine sword at this time, you will only cause trouble in vain. ”

What kind of famous sword conference the eldest son of the Lei family held really made this nondescript famous sword conference more influential

Many. But once you pull the Celestial Light Sword, it will be a different level of things. The level is not compliant, and the Qiongguang Sword should not be used by such an ignorant young master.

Lei Zhengze is still that frivolous appearance:

"What, Uncle Gong doesn't dare to bet?"

Ouyang Gong has been by Lei Zhengze's side for a long time, even if there are ten thousand things wrong in his heart, but when facing Lei Zhengze, he still won't be angry because of this. Lei Zhengze's vexatious decisions, the head of the family will naturally make a decision, and there is no need for him to be in a hurry.

"Lei Shao is at will, the old slave will go down first. ”

Lei Zhengze was stunned for a moment, waved his hand, and shook his head again and again:

"Boring, boring......"

The old man took a few steps back, always respectfully, before turning around and disappearing into the depths of the courtyard path.

"It's really worthy of a flattering word in the name, even a person like me, as long as I am still my father's son, will it always be like this......" Lei Zhengze looked at Lang Lang Mingyue with his hand, a little self-deprecating:

"But in this martial arts, there has never been an eternal word 'Gong'...... The law of the jungle has remained unchanged for thousands of years. ”

There was no one around, and the middle-aged man looked much better when he quieted down than just now, but he was less cynical and still ordinary. This ordinary, so ordinary that I can't find a little mistake, up and down, inside and out, this person only has the word "ordinary" left.

Is such ordinariness a bit extraordinary in itself?

Lei Zhengze knocked on the book rolled up in his hand, and in his heart, he never believed this old man who had followed his father for many years.

It's not that the old man did something wrong, or that there is any stain on the background of his origin, it's just that the old man is now stronger than him Lei Zheng, that's all.

"If you don't get to the Avatar, you're stupid. ”

This is what the head of the Lei family, who doesn't discipline much except for Lei Zhengzhi's cultivation, said it himself. For so many years, Lei Zhengze has indeed been giggling, silly and stupid, and doesn't care what others say.

Lei's family, the surname of the co-owner of the rivers and lakes of the Dongcang Dynasty. Just with this name, it can make countless people in the rivers and lakes feel deafening.

But only when you stand on a high place can you see some things more clearly. Under the calm of the dynasty, in fact, there has already been an undercurrent, and it will be turned upside down at any time, and the scene will be dark. In the eyes of ordinary people, the Lei family is a behemoth, but under the even bigger shadow, it is still a small boat in the river that can't help itself. However, in the eyes of those larger forces, the Lei family has some weight, and the embarrassing situation has become a thorn in the side of some people in the end.

Who can he say these words to a ridiculous family?

His father, even if he was listed among the four by the imperial court, and was named one of the four great masters of the dynasty along with the other three, and his personal power touched the peak of martial arts, he was actually still walking on thin ice all these years. The forces under his command are bottomless in the eyes of outsiders, but under the huge external pressure, they actually do not attract much private power at all.

Ouyang Gong alone can still be regarded as an invincible opponent in the Divine Rise Realm, but after all, if he falls from the Transformation Habitat, he can only be regarded as half of the Transformation Habitat.

The middle-aged man rolled up his sleeves and shook his head, feeling a little powerless:

"Lingering...... Who isn't?"

Lei Zhengze took the somewhat old book into his arms, it was a chess book. Unlike other chess books, this book is not designed for the reader to win chess, and the chess games recorded are all draws

"Why did my father suddenly ask me to learn what to play chess?" The middle-aged man shook his head: "The golden mean?"

Lei Zhengze let out a sigh:

"Will you lend me the Celestial Sword at the Famous Sword Conference tomorrow......?"

It was late spring, and there was still a cold wind at night, which made the middle-aged man feel a little cold.