When I woke up, it was already twilight, the sun was about to set in the west, and the whole sky was red with the evening light.

Li Brown opened his eyes and found that he was lying on the tidal flat, still holding a sword in his hand, and the sea in the distance was boundless, and all around him were steaming clouds and clouds.

Li Brown got up, walked forward with his sword, walked a few steps, and suddenly looked around, but he couldn't remember how he got to this place. Outside the front is the Twelve-Fold Mountains, which are suspended in the blank space between the mountains, surrounded by long clouds and mist. There is silver light shining on the mountain, and the majesty of the whole mountain forces out the sword qi, rippling layer by layer, making people open-minded.

"Where is this?" Li Brown said to himself, this reality is not a dream at all, and Lang Lang Bai Ri is naturally not a netherworld. The Tianhe River drifts back to the stars at night, and Yinpu Liuyun learns the sound of water. The osmanthus flowers of the Jade Palace have not fallen, and the fairy concubines are picking incense and weeping flowers, which is in the sky?

Li Brown picked up his sword and walked back and forth on the tidal flats, the rubble under his feet rustled, soaking in the seawater, and the sound of sizzling went straight into his heart from the soles of his shoes.

"It's not a dream, I'm not dead, I'm just in this strange place. Li Brown frowned and whispered.

Then he thought of Master, Xiaoxi, and Ping'er, and the Shanzuo Kendo Hall didn't know what to do. As soon as he thought of Xiaoxi, he couldn't help but cry, nearly two months of getting along with each other has made the two of them close to each other, Xiaoxi's smile and smile are all active in his heart, and he doesn't want to say goodbye to life and death, there is really no banquet in the world.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered that Xiao Xi gave himself a painting when he was about to leave, and the painting, cultivation experience and cheats were all in the baggage, and he didn't know what the current situation of the Shanzuo Kendo Hall was.

"Alas!" Li Brown sighed, looking at the endless sea, and couldn't help but sigh. Although he did not die in the catastrophe, he is now stranded on this deserted island, and it is still unknown whether he will be able to survive, let alone how to escape from here.

The sun became more and more dazzling, and Li Brown was surprised, it was still twilight, how could he be glowing again at this time. So he raised his head and looked closely, and saw that the two horses were driving towards the middle of the heavens with the sun in tow.

Li Brown thought that he was at a loss, so he rubbed his eyes, and when he looked closely, he found that there was a golden black bird hidden in the sun. The two horses strode forward, and the golden black bird followed and slowly slid across the sky.

"It's weird, it's weird! This place is so magical?" Li Brown has never believed in myths and myths, and today he can't help but be amazed.

I was out of my mind, and suddenly I heard a cow's roar, and followed the sound, I saw a muddy dragon churning in the sea, and a rainbow rose with the water spray in its mouth and nose, and the water splashed on the shore leading to the distance, and the mist made a freehand effect.

"Okay!" Li Brown couldn't help but admire in his heart.

As the rainbow stretched out, when he looked ahead, he saw a stone monument at the end of it, and all the light and color were absorbed by it, and it was bright and bright.

Li Brown walked over slowly, but found that it seemed to be right now, but in fact it was constantly stretching forward. After walking more than 50 steps, a small stream suddenly appeared, the stream was one zhang wide, the spring light on the stream was rotten, and the butterflies were flying. Li Brown was hesitating how to get by, and the rainbow under his feet slowly lifted him up and slowly stretched across the stream.

Looking back at the sea in the distance and the stream beside him, Li Brown couldn't help but be confused, and he actually broke into this place in the clouds. Hurriedly retracted his gaze, saw the stone tablet in front of him, and sped up to stand in front of it.

The stele was suspended a foot above the ground, absorbing all the light around it, and even his feet were covered. There is a text on the stele, and four official books are written in large golden characters: Guixu God Domain.

Li Brown was surprised, he had read Zhuzi all over and had an impression of this immortal land. At first, I thought that the previous generation of scholars wrote scribbles, but I didn't think about it, but it really has a place.

There are five immortal mountains in the divine domain, Penglai, Abbot, Yingzhou, Daiyu, Yuanling, the first three mountains are now Dengzhou, and the last two mountains are gone. In this way, Daiyu and Yuanling are on this island. The twelve-fought mountains in the distance are likely to be these two sacred mountains.

The sword qi on the mountain still attracted Li Brown's attention. The twelve-fold sword magnetism with clear heights and the pure soldier aura that constantly overflowed made Li Brown's heart surge.

This must have been the beginning of an adventure, and he sighed in his heart, the old hatred and old hatred, everything ended by entering the mountain.

Into the mountains.

However, it is said that at the entrance of the sword valley on Longquan Mountain in Yuyao, Wuyue Kendo Hall, there is a ten-zhang long brick wall, and the brick wall seals the entrance, and there is a corner tower in each of the east and west of the wall.

It was already night, and a trembling old man in the east corner tower got up at night. He lit the candle, walked slowly and vigorously on the floor, went out of the house to close the door, and slowly marched towards the west corner tower.

The wind at the turn of spring and summer was soft and powerful, blowing his white hair and beard, and also blowing the corners of his clothes, revealing a little cold. The old man came here to ask for a night pot.

There was a knock on the door, and after a long knock, someone inside cried impatiently.

"Who?"

"Ahem, it's me. ”

"What are you doing here?" the man was only in bed, apparently reluctant to get up.

"Where did I go looking for the Night Pot?"

"Lao Chu, what kind of crazy are you?"

The man came to the door with his shoes in his hand, and as soon as he opened the door, the sword in the old man's hand stabbed him in the stomach. Before the man could speak, the old man skillfully lifted the hem of his shirt and quickly stuffed it into his mouth, and he blurred a few times before falling towards the old man.

The old man slowly lowered the corpse, drew his sword without hurry, lifted his right foot, and rubbed it back and forth against the sole of his shoe. The old man must wipe the blood clean and sharpen the sword again.

The old man stepped over the corpse, and there were still four people asleep in the room.

He lifted up his trouser leg to reveal a swollen purple leg skin, and then with a slight tug, a small bag of things slipped out.

He slowly opened the paper bag, covered his mouth and nose, and threw it into the room, and the white powder filled the room. After just a few breaths, the breaths of the four people in the room became silent.

The old man had one sword for each person, and after four swords, there was no one alive in the house.

He slowly closed the door and headed towards the east corner tower again.

The candle has been burned so that the poisonous incense has been completely mixed into the air. The old man opened the door of the east corner tower, everything in the room was dead, and a pungent smell of irritating eyes came out, and the old man was choked to tears.

It's been five years, and I've finally broken into this spiritual vein land, and finally found an opportunity. He sighed slowly and began to peel off his face.

Fang's wrinkled face instantly became much smoother, and judging by his appearance, this person was only in his forties. He slowly walked towards the depths of the Sword Valley again, took two steps, and suddenly remembered something, slapped his forehead, and strode forward.

The ancient sword under the moonlight slowly exuded a gloomy aura, and he picked the most favorite one in front of him, and wasted his strength, but he couldn't pull it out.

The hundred-zhang long iron lock surrounds and entangles, and the force of each other, after his movement, begins to tremble, and there is a tendency of both glory and loss.

"No way, I tried my best!"

With a whistle, a carp-like bird swooped down and stood on his shoulder, screaming strangely, "Wisewise".

He walked slowly to the brick wall. The poisonous incense in the east corner tower has been exhausted, and there is no trace.

He lit an ordinary candle, spread paper and ink and dipped his pen, and wrote slowly:

Yuyao Longquan Mountain, the ancient sword is not born, please go south quickly.

After writing, let the fish and birds take it in their mouths and slowly fly north. Although this bird is small, its endurance and speed are very fast, but by the time the tea is lit, it has already flown out twelve miles away.

"It's time for me to go down the mountain and hide for a while!"

(I didn't update it yesterday, but I took a good rest, and I wrote for ninety-three days in a row, and finally took a breath.) Thank you book friends!)