Luo Sanqian squatted on the top of the mountain to look at the clouds in the sky, he was a person of great concern on the family side, of course, the attention here is not a good thing, he has been regarded as a waste without aura since he was a child, and his personality is also very flamboyant, the impression of the family is really bad, every time he walks out of the house, he will be pointed at, so the children of the same age in the family will not play with this waste, but he never cares, completely ignores his identity, and has fun with the children of his subordinates.

But those playmates have different identities after all, and often can't play together, and when no one is playing together, this guy, who has not been looked down upon since childhood, likes to squat on the grass and pinch the tip of the grass into his mouth and chew it carefully, or climb to the thick trunk and lie down.

In any case, this little guy always likes to look at the sun in the sky, and he doesn't feel sour when he looks at it all the time.

Chen Anzhi closed his eyes and exhaled, and when he inhaled, the aura in the sky flowed out like a horizontal waterfall, containing terrifying energy, and when he exhaled, it was like a long stream of water, extremely gentle, trickling down.

Picking leaves sat on the table and said to himself: "I know you want to stand at the top of the kendo again, but you have to know that the so-called no accumulation of steps can lead to thousands of miles, you are not a way to do this, right, one day you will hurt yourself, right?"

After a long and boring breath, Chen Anzhi finally gently exhaled the last breath of turbidity.

He reached out, flexed his fingers, and tapped lightly in the air.

The body of the leaf picker fell forward for no reason, as if he had been beaten on the top of the head, he raised his head angrily, and said dissatisfiedly: "Kindness is regarded as a donkey's liver and lungs." ”

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he stared at Chen Anzhi and asked, "Healed?"

Chen Anzhi chuckled and shook his head, let go of his hand to reveal the jade pendant in his palm, and said, "It's just most of it." ”

At this time, the jade pendant has lost its spiritual charm, and it is no different from ordinary jade.

Chen Anzhi cleaned up a little, walked out of the courtyard after washing, and came to the top of the mountain, just in time to meet Luo Sanqian, who looked up at the sky.

Luo Sanqian didn't look back, stretched out his hand and pinched the tip of the grass and threw it into his mouth, and said with a smile: "The tip of the grass on the distant mountain tastes different from where I live. ”

The boy referred to the family as the place where he lived, but did not directly say that it was the family's mansion.

Chen Anzhi did not speak.

Luo Sanqian gestured his hand and said, "The mansion where I live is really big, there is a hill in the yard, and there is also a meadow on the mountain, where the grass is bitter and a little astringent. ”

Chen Anzhi has always felt that Luo Sanqian has a lot of words, but he doesn't think it's bad, because he is also a guy who talks a lot, but it just so happens that he doesn't like Luo Sanqian.

The young man in brocade was not stupid, but very smart, he knew that Chen Anzhi didn't want to take care of himself, so he said: "There are two ancestral halls in the deepest part of the Luo family's mansion, a large ancestral hall, which enshrines the tablets of the ancestors and ancestors, and a small ancestral hall, which has never been opened since I can remember, and whenever I, and only me, approach there, the subordinates will be very panicked and break me away. ”

Chen Anzhi raised his interest slightly, hummed, and didn't say anything more.

Luo Sanqian smiled, pointed to the sky, and suddenly said: "The more they don't let me get closer, the more I want to know, so one day I set all the firewood in the firewood room on fire, it's such a big fire, the Luo family is in a mess, I will take advantage of this time to sneak into that small ancestral hall, guess what I saw?"

A voice rose in Chen Anzhi's heart, and it was the leaf picking that told him with a divine thought, "That little guy is eccentric, he has vitality and death, and life and death are mixed, which makes me very uncomfortable." ”

There is a saying that the sword breaks right and wrong in the three states and five places, when it comes to sword cultivation and swordsmen, most people's first reaction is that they are both good and evil, although the sword cultivators are not all righteous people, but it can also be seen that the sword is mostly righteous.

Therefore, the sword spirit is also the most sensitive to obscure things.

When he saw Luo Sanqian for the first time, he felt extremely uncomfortable when he picked the leaves, and when he looked closely, he found that this guy had a dead life lingering on his body.

Chen Anzhi asked in his heart, "What else do you see?"

The vitality and death qi can only be detected by the sword spirit, the saint or the innate auspicious rui, so Chen Anzhi didn't see it, he just felt that he didn't like the other party.

Picking leaves was silent for a moment and said, "His three souls and seven spirits are all there. ”

Since that dark turmoil, the mortal monks of the three states and five places have been born with three souls and seven spirits, as if they were taken out of thin air. In this righteous world, the only people with three souls and seven souls are those old guys and Chen Anzhi who are hidden.

And the vitality is dead, the vitality is alive, the person is healthy and long-lived, and the death is now, which means that the person's life is short. The only thing that can exist between the two is that there is no equilibrium.

Now these two strange things actually appeared in a person at the same time, and it was also a guy who took the old road.

There is nothing strange in this, Chen Anzhi categorically does not believe it.

Chen Anzhi thought about it, he has always had doubts about the incompleteness of the three souls and seven spirits, according to which, although the current Sanzhou and Five Lands are much less rich than three thousand years ago, it will not affect the soul, the most important thing is that the soul is not complete, and he can still live and even practice, even if there is only one soul or one soul missing in the vast world, this person will not be able to survive like an ordinary person, even if he is a saint.

Chen Anzhi suddenly felt that the brocade-clothed young man in front of him was a little interesting, and the doubts in his heart might be able to peek at this young man.

Seeing that Chen Anzhi had been silent, Luo Sanqian simply said to himself: "Actually, I climbed into that courtyard, but I couldn't enter the small ancestral hall at all, I felt creepy as soon as I landed, as if there were countless pairs of eyes looking at me in the ancestral hall, and the whole body followed the mud pond, and then I saw the door open, and there was a bald head covered in blood standing inside, and behind him was a dense white jade Buddha statue, and they were all looking at me." ”

"I don't know if it was a dream or not, I did faint, my eyes were dark, but I felt the pain in my body, as if someone had taken a knife and cut the flesh off my body, and filled the place where it had been cut off, and the bones were broken inch by inch, and something else was smeared. ”

Although the young man spoke lightly, his face was a little solemn, revealing deep fear, and he said: "When I was almost dying of pain, I heard someone whispering in my ear, saying that he helped me walk the ancient martial arts road, and in return asked me to go to the Far Mountain Sect to find a person, find a guy with a sword at his waist, and say that he is called a debater. ”

"When I woke up, I was lying in my bed and I realized that I was really good, and there was more than that. ”

Chen Anzhi's flat expression finally changed, he frowned, his face was gloomy, "So you didn't see He Anzhi's forging method in ancient books at all?"

Luo Sanqian squatted in the distance, spit out the tip of the grass chewed in his mouth, and spit out a few times before he spit it out, and then said with a smile: "Of course I have seen it, but I am not stupid, I am worried that if I forge my body according to that method, I will be tortured to death." He shrugged his shoulders and said as if he didn't care, "I didn't expect me to survive." ”

Then he was a little annoyed, "You said why can't he let me pass out completely, I don't have consciousness, and I won't be in such pain, but then I figured it out, the road is difficult, and the path of ancient martial arts is even more difficult, if I can't even withstand this pain, how can I compete with the monk next?"

Luo Sanqian finally stood up, grinning brightly, revealing his white teeth, "You say, will I be the next He Anzai?"

The breeze swept the light of the day, gently blowing the corners of the clothes of the two, with the scent of grass in the animation mountain.

Chen Anzhi didn't fully believe Luo Sanqian's words, because all of this was dictated by him, and the most important thing was that there were contradictions in the statements, plus Chen Anzhi didn't like him very much, so he didn't fully believe it, but he couldn't believe it all.

This was one of the reasons why he didn't go to the Nineteen Ghost Mouth immediately.

But Luo Sanqian's next action made Chen Anzhi squint his eyes, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

If you don't believe it, tell you that. The brocade-clothed boy seemed to guess that Chen Anzhi would not believe it easily, so he found a place where the grass was sparse and squatted down, and wrote a sentence on the dirt with his fingers.

"Strange Li Xiuchun. ”

Chen Anzhi naturally recognized this sentence, or the people in the whole world who knew this sentence, there should be only two people, and the other was He Anzai, this sentence was what He Anzhi said when he told him to beware of Li Xiuchun.

Luo Sanqian said: "I know who Li Xiuchun is, but I don't understand the meaning of this sentence. ”

Chen Anzhi looked up at the sky, and in the clear sky like a wash, the sun was shining.

He was stunned, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and his mind moved slightly, and he walked over and gently erased the line, and then turned away.

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Ma Yanyu's death did not spread from the first floor to the rest of the pavilions.

The quasi-holy fight, which had been silent for many days, was held in the immersion pool in front of the Sword Washing Tower.

The immersion pool is a huge pool of water, in the middle is a stone platform with a radius of five zhang, the pool water is full of lotus flowers in full bloom, and the dense subtle sword marks on the stone platform can be seen, and the material is absolutely extraordinary.

There are twenty-two stands arranged around the Baptism Pond, which are the positions of the first seat, the disciples on the nineteenth floor, and the other sects.

However, in the early morning, the disciples on the nineteenth floor had already filled the stands, feeling a trace of nervousness and excitement, and the main seat was the leader of the Yuanshan Sect and other sects, but for some reason, the monk Jidian was sitting on the edge of the relatively inconspicuous with a blue nose and swollen face at the moment.

There is a big bell above the immersion pool, one is to ring the bell to judge the winner, and the other is to set up a defense for the competition to avoid the leakage of sword qi.

With a majestic bell ringing through the heavens and the earth.

A rainbow light appeared out of thin air in the stands, and as the rainbow gradually faded, an old man with a majestic expression was revealed, his eyes swept over the stands one by one like electricity, and the noise dissipated immediately, silent like a cicada.

Another bell rang.

The old man turned his gaze to the palm of the sect, and the latter nodded slightly, and then he took out the scroll from his sleeve and spread it out, and said slowly: "The second trial of the quasi-saint fight is opened." ”

"The first competition is, Mu Ruyi on the first floor. ”

The crowd suddenly became noisy, causing countless uproars.

The old man turned a blind eye to each other and continued: "The opponent is. ”

His gaze fell on the scroll, and a strange look flashed.

"The nineteenth floor, Luo Yuetong. ”