Since Yang Zhi came to Xuankong Mountain, one thing is obvious, from the next day, the sky takes off and ascends to the platform, and Xiao Daotong is no longer alone, and even in Xuankong Mountain, Xiao Daotong has no sense of existence.

When Liu Yi and Yang Zhi were talking vigorously on the edge of the cliff, Xiao Daotong, who had a strong sense of presence in the entire Xuankong Mountain, found that he had become the "empty" of Xuankong Mountain and the "empty" of the Buddhist family, because he was the same as the two of them, and brutally took away his ascension platform.

Xiao Daotong felt that this day was really unbearable, and there were two chattering people on the ascension platform, even if he was a wooden man to see the sea of clouds, he felt redundant.

In the past, Liu Yi had a lot of time to fly on the platform, and there was also a lot of time to practice swords, since Yang Zhi came, Liu Yi had more time to fly on the platform, but the time to practice swords became less, because of the disturbance of Yang Zhi's master and servant, the absent-minded Liu Yi was extremely slow to take out the sword, and often put down the sword and turned his head to chat with Yang Zhi.

Yang Zhi sat cross-legged in a seat about a zhang away from the edge of the cliff, the spring breeze was whistling, and under the background of a luxurious black shirt, Yang Zhi was like an immortal flying in the wind.

Yang Zhi looked at the sea of clouds and sighed: "If one day the Japanese prince can also be able to control the sword in the sky, how high-spirited it will be!"

Liu Yi stopped his posture and said with a smile: "Emperor, it is a big problem to love Jiangshan or beauty, and it must be extremely difficult if you don't love both." ”

Yang Zhi turned his head to look at Liu Yi and asked a straw bag question, "What is the difference between a battlefield soldier and a martial artist in the rivers and lakes?"

Liu Yi nodded and smiled: "The difference is huge, the warriors at the bottom are like soldiers on the battlefield, they kill when they shoot, and there are many variables in killing or being killed." The middle-level martial artist is different, the killing move is not fake, but when catching the right fight, the lethal move may not be able to kill the opponent of the same level, the two are basically helpless against each other, they can only find flaws and exploit loopholes, and win by tricks. As for the top martial arts, it's the same if the mountains and rivers change color, unless the gap is huge, it's common to fight for a few days and nights. ”

Yang Zhi, who was sitting cross-legged and numb in his legs, stretched his legs straight, clenched his right hand into a fist and beat his numb thighs, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "It seems that the soldiers who charge on the battlefield can't beat the martial artists of the rivers and lakes after all!"

Liu Yi glanced at Yang Zhi, leaned his sword behind his back and walked to the edge of the cliff before he said softly: "If the low-level martial artists are surrounded and killed by the cavalry, most of them can only be consumed alive, and the few who can escape can only be said to be lucky." In the middle level, those who have a heart to fight will still be consumed on the battlefield by the formation in the army, and if they are not in love, the cavalry may be able to fight, but they can't catch up. As for the martial artists who have stepped into the Ascension Realm, unless they are bent on death, killing thousands of people with all their strength and then dying of exhaustion, otherwise, the cavalry will not be able to see their shadows at all. ”

Yang Zhi changed his posture, lying upright on the ascension platform, his ten fingers interlocked on his eyes to block the sun, and said softly: "It sounds like it is cheaper to raise a martial artist than tens of thousands of cavalry?"

Liu Yi replied, "If you don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are." ”

Yang Zhi sat up and asked, "What level are you kid?" ”

Liu Yi turned around and continued to practice the sword move just now, and said softly with a warm smile: "If you lift the sword, the bottom level, if you hold the sword, how can you also have the middle level." ”

Yang Zhifu lay straight and straight, and said with an incredulous expression: "Bragging." ”

Liu Yi didn't care, although what he said just now was a little watery, but the water was actually not big, he felt that the water was not big.

Yang Zhi, who was lying upright on the stone lawn, didn't lie down for long before he felt the pain of the back of his head being knocked by the stone, and knelt on the ground with both hands to support his entire upper body and asked: "Why do you say that when the two armies are fighting, they don't send a few masters of the rivers and lakes to assassinate the enemy's high-level generals and key civil servants?"

Liu Yi glanced at Yang Zhi with idiot eyes, he put away the sword practice shelf, and said with a smile: "I forgot that you haven't been a prince for a few days, and it is natural that you don't understand these military affairs, when the two armies face each other, assassinations are endless, and it is extremely difficult for countless generals who are pro-army to protect them to succeed, but it is not without a chance, as long as there is a war, half of the spies in Daqin Luowang will definitely go to the enemy country to do the assassination of nine deaths, whether it is successful or not, the deterrent power of wave after wave of assassinations is enough to make the enemy country cold." ”

Speaking of Luo Wang, Liu Yi's breathing was a little heavy, but he quickly adjusted his mood and began to practice his sword again.

Yang Zhi really couldn't find a comfortable position, so he ordered the old servant to go to the courtyard and get a stool.

It is better to sit than to stand, and it is better to lie down than to sit.

Yang Zhi, who was sitting on a stool, still felt uncomfortable, and told the old servant to go down the mountain and weave a bamboo chair, the kind of bamboo chair that could lie down.

A few days later, Yang Zhi, who was lying on the bamboo chair, felt that the sound of Liu Yimu's sword breaking the wind was too noisy, but this time he didn't say anything, the little Taoist boy on the Feisheng Platform had already been so angry with him and Liu Yi that he couldn't come to the Feisheng Platform.

The sea of clouds on the edge of the cliff has never changed slightly, and Yang Zhi has not seen any big waves for so many days, and he is tired of seeing it.

Looking at Liu Yi's sword practice again, back and forth are those few moves, the old servant watched it with relish, but Yang Zhi just wanted to doze off.

The old servant lowered his head and said in Yang Zhi's ear: "Liu Daochang is very persevering, he can practice ordinary sword moves thousands of times, the sword style sword moves are very good, and the rules are also creative, but he has already stepped on the threshold of the habitat, but there is an opportunity to practice, and it will really take a thousand miles a day when the time comes." ”

Yang Zhi, who was lying on the bamboo chair, only heard the voice of the old servant talking, but he didn't hear what the old servant was saying, so he closed his eyes and asked, "Guy, are you a master sent by your father to protect me?"

The old servant smiled and said, "The boy is not a master, the son is a master!"

Yang Zhi had a disappointed expression on his face, and said softly with a wry smile: "I thought that my father would send ten or eight masters to protect me, but I didn't expect to send you an old servant who wants to buy pork belly for you every year to paste autumn fat, so that you can survive one winter after another." ”

The old servant pinched his waist with both hands and straightened his waist, and said with a smile: "Childe is a little wrong, although the old servant is a waste, but not everyone can command it, do you remember when the old servant fell on the dock, the whole wharf man did not see it, and the son saw it, and the son also bought me pork belly that night, at that time, the childe's cooking technique is old-fashioned, the pork belly is boiled and melted, and the old servant feels that he swallowed a mouthful of oil and water, and he was hungry tightly. ”

Yang Zhi laughed and almost interrupted Liu Yi's sword practice.

Yang Zhi asked, "Lao Tzu bought you with a meal of meat?"

The old servant shook his head, "Childe may have forgotten that he cooked a few meals of meat for the old servant later, but the old servant didn't forget." ”

Yang Zhi looked at the slowly changing sea of clouds and instantly thought of the strange court hall of the clouds, thinking of the mess Yang Zhi was in a very bad mood, he stretched out his hand and brushed his sideburns and said softly: "The affairs of the Manchu Dynasty sometimes the son may not be able to deal with it, if something happens, you run first, the son is younger than you, and you can easily catch up with you when you run a step, maybe you will be overtaken by the son at that time." ”

The old servant said with a smile on his face: "If there is an abyss in front of the old servant, drag the son back, if you can't drag the old servant back to the child, just jump with it, it's a big deal." ”

Yang Zhi laughed, so happy.

After practicing the sword, Liu Yi ignored Yang Zhi's master and servant, carried the sword down the flying platform and walked to the monk's temple, and once promised to help Xiao Daotong ask if the purple-shirted woman was married, and naturally he wanted to do what he said.

When Yang Zhi entered the door of the monk's temple, he saw a man and a woman, Yang Zhi walked forward with a wooden sword and saluted, and then looked at the men and women, the man should be a straw bag, yes, the woman looks very good-looking, the smile is light, Liu Yi feels that it is almost comparable to Baili Qingqing, there is a heroic spirit between the eyebrows of the Baili girl, this girl does not, and some are just the sadness and sorrow of a large family.

Liu Yi got straight to the point and asked, "Is the young lady married?"

Wang Zizhen thought that Liu Yi was a disciple of the color embryo, and scolded: "Lao Tzu is your mother." ”

Wang Yanran looked at his brother with a frown, and said softly: "Don't scold." ”

Wang Zizhen's momentum instantly weakened, and he turned his head and simply stopped talking.

Wang Yanran gave a blessing and said with a smile: "This is my brother, the Taoist master misunderstood." ”

Liu Yi shook his head and left, and said with a smile: "Last time, I met your brother and sister with a little Taoist boy at the bottom of the mountain, and the little Taoist boy who lived in Feishengtai fell in love with you at that time, but he was too thin-skinned and embarrassed to ask, so I had to let me ask you." ”

Wang Yanran smiled and said, "Why doesn't the Taoist call himself a poor Taoist?"

Liu Yi waved his hand and said: "You can ask Xiao Daotong why he likes to call himself poor, and it is the same, I thought that if the girl who claimed to be poor thought that I was poor and looked down on me, what would it be?"

Wang Yanran covered his mouth and giggled.

She wanted to bring good news to the little monk, and the little monk who had been bullied by Xiao Daotong must be happy.

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On the Shangsi Festival, Liu Yi and Yang Zhi went crazy on the ascension platform.

Yang Zhi smiled at the sea of green mountains and clouds: "Look, my country. Behold, my people. ”

Liu Yi did the same, and said to Chaoyang Yunhai: "Look, my Huashe." Look, my beauty. ”

The old servant who had been following Yang Zhi within five steps was smiling when he looked at his son-in-law, and he was also laughing.

Xiao Daotong felt that the two of them should take a few pills to calm down, and he went to the alchemy room where he liked to call him the alchemy senior brother with his hands behind his back.

The arrival of the little Taoist boy moved the old Taoist priest with white hair, and he didn't care about a furnace of precious pills, so he trotted over and asked respectfully: "The little master is empty today, you haven't been here in the alchemy room for many days." ”

Xiao Daotong didn't turn his head to look at the respectful old Taoist priest at all, and scolded with a smile: "At such an old age, you are rough and rough in your work, and you don't know the way, and you are still used to greet you? ”

The old Taoist priest just wanted to explain.

Thinking about a furnace of genius earth treasures, Xiao Dao Tong said angrily: "If you don't succeed enough, it's just a matter of failure, what do you want me to say about you, you can grow up." ”

A handful of old people were reprimanded, neither did they feel that they were really a waste snack living on a dog for most of their lives, nor did they feel that the little ancestor was really angry with him, and the little ancestor master's ascension platform was occupied by two splashes, and he was unhappy at this time, and he was looking for his own apprentice to lose his temper, that was as it should be, and there was nothing more natural than this.