Wu Lu looked around

"Young master, don't underestimate Yanyu Building, the outside world once said: The Qilin Pavilion is old, and the mountains and rivers in front of Yanyu Building are deep", there are still countless masters rushing to Yanyu Building to steal the cheats. ”

After listening to Huai Qingling, he stomped his feet in a town, the string arrow flew gradually and urgently, suddenly jumped up, borrowed strength from the weir countless times, and rose higher and higher, in front of the cicada wing waterfall in front of the smoke and rain building, the body condensed in an instant, the broken sword crossed the pouring cicada wing-like waterfall as if the bronze mirror was broken in the air, such as a rabbit falling from the ibis, lightning flashed and flew rainbow, the waterfall under a sword was like being cut like a curtain, and the sound of the sword was broken in an instant, and the cicada wings and cicada wings waterfall poured down suddenly froze. The figure disappeared from everyone's eyes, as if it had been weathered for nine days.

Huai Qingling smiled:

But that's it.

Continue to wrap the broken sword in the tattered strip of cloth and place it in your shoulder.

Several people walked out of the building, the first one was about a year old, dressed in a crane, with thick beard, a heroic appearance, holding a judge's pen, but every three or two he coughed. took out the piece of purple dragon jade pendant in his arms that the master gave him when he accepted him as an apprentice. Handed it to the old man at the door, as the old man waved his arms and strolled, he almost wanted to ride the wind away, he couldn't help coughing heavily.

"Ahem, welcome to the son, the son can tell me if he needs it~cough~ and wait for the old slave"

"Senpai doesn't have to be like this?"

Huai Qingling thought to himself that this is the keeper of the building!

"The old slave Ye Feng is the keeper of the Yanyu Building"

The old man half-knelt and bowed respectfully.

"Old slave Bai Feng meets the son"

The thin black-robed old man half-knelt down and bowed respectfully!

"Old slave Wei Feng, black devil, snow returns to meet the son"

Several old men knelt down and bowed in unison.

"Seniors, please get up."

As he spoke, he went to help a few ragged old men.

After that, he walked straight to the middle of the building. Dim Building

In the future, the redwood bookshelves are displayed, and the mahogany bookshelves of unknown ages are wrapped in pulp and look particularly dazzling in the candlelight, and the vicissitudes of life are coming, and the sword and sword marks on the wooden pulp interpret the dream of the rivers and lakes that Huai Qingling dreamed of. It seems to see the desolate blood sword, the blood is like a hot petal, the single sword is too long, the sword is chaotic in spring, and the pen of the storm breaks through the snow.

Huai Qingling shook his head, sorted out his thoughts, looked at the bookshelf, opened a book and began to read it slowly, like the chirping of white birds in the mountains and forests, the joy in the laughing forest, the long rhyme in the bamboo forest, the wisdom flashing in the book forest, climbing the vast and boundless book forest, and appreciating the martial arts classics of the ancestors. Flipping through the swords, swords, shadows, and spear immortals, you will understand the strengths of a hundred schools of martial arts, spy on the shortcomings of a hundred schools, and understand the changes in your own sword moves. Experience the withering glory of the four seasons, realize the heart, understand the sword, understand the Tao, and realize yourself.

One month... In two months, he walked to the second layer, and the books on the second layer were much less than those on the first layer, such as gluttony constantly eating martial arts knowledge, and the experience and advice left by martial arts ancestors. The boy who once yearned for the rivers and lakes slowly began to become indifferent, and slowly began to wonder, what was his pursuit, where was his pursuit,,, Dao was not firm, the sword spirit slowly began to shatter, wow, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the tearing pain of the explosion of his head in a trance filled every nerve in his body, his hand clutched the bookshelf, the vicissitudes of mahogany began to sink in his strength, and a clear handprint flowed hot blood on it. Tightly hugged the sword in his arms and slowly began to breathe no longer impetuous, the violent sword intent gradually extinguished with the night lantern at night, looking at the night sky outside the window and the ice and snow on his wrists, looking at the broken sword in his arms, the broken sword was mottled and rusty, the eyes of this talented young man who had practiced martial arts at the age of 8 began to moisten, thinking back to the past, just looking at the window, in a trance,,,

"It's not good, something happened to the son"

In the dim corner, the flame of the floating candle swayed, and the figure flickered, and then everything fell into darkness.

"This is ... The Dao heart is unstable, the sword intent is disordered, and the royal power takes the heart pill"

The old man picked up Huai Qingling, who was in a trance, and said to the thin elder in black robe beside him.

The black-robed old man took out the jade bottle from his arms, and a fragrance of the elixir emanated from the delicate jade bottle, the round bead-like pill shimmered softly under the shadow of the moonlight, wind and snow, and the dry palm full of calluses sent the pill into Huai Qingling's chapped mouth.

"Look at the creation of the world, Bai Feng will take the prince out of the Yanyu Building, I will deal with it, the black devil, you report this matter to the sect master quickly"

After saying that, they got busy.

The next day, Huai Qingling's squinted eyes spit out

"Why, what exactly have I worked so hard for more than ten years?"

"Ah, the son of the world is awake"

Panicked Cui Ming screamed, and suddenly found that he was screaming a little too loudly, and suddenly a blush appeared on her beautiful face, and the sleepy-eyed girl Xiaoqing was startled by this scream, and then was about to scream, and was suddenly covered by Xiaolan next to her, and her mouth came out

"Hmmmm"

Huai Qingling was a little stupid and ignored the two, quietly looking out the window at the snow falling in the wind. The disciples of the martial arts arena were not afraid of the cold, and waved the blades in their hands, and the momentum was like a rainbow. Once again, he pondered what he wanted.

He walked outside with a staggered step, and Xiaoqing Xiaolan suddenly turned back in a panic and held Huai Qingling, muttering

"Shizi, don't run around when you are recovering from a serious illness"

"Ahem, it's okay, I'll go to the martial arts arena for a walk"

Huai Qingling said with difficulty. There are staggered footprints on the snowy ground between each step.

The cold wind was biting, the thin shoes and tattered clothes crackled with the wind, gritting his teeth and moving forward with difficulty, although there was a beautiful woman to support him, he held the broken sword wrapped in rags, closed his eyes opposite the Yanyu Building, and said in his mouth,

"Go down."

"Shizi, but"

Xiaolan and Xiaoqing are embarrassed.

"Hmph, go down"

Huai Qingling said coldly, let's shake off the silky little hand that was supporting.

The two of them left quickly, and in the Sen Luo Kun Void Palace, the sloppy state of the broken breeze changed from before and discussed something with the old man of Heyu, seeing that the two of them came in a hurry, without speaking, the old man of Heyu said sharply:

"Why are you so flustered?"

Xiaoqing Xiaolan glanced at each other and told the truth.

Hearing this, Broken Qingfeng smiled bitterly:

"Silly boy, I hope you can come out"

Say, dodge and disappear without a trace.

The cold wind blows the messy green silk, letting the cold wind beat on the frozen red childish face, the snowflakes flutter with the wind, the dead branches of the branches are like a mirror, he stands with his sword, the cold day is frozen and snowy, the lone remnant sword stands still, the cold hair and ice condense, the rippling ragged belt does not move with time, and the crippled white childish face cracks and the blood begins to stagnate the cold snow.

He moved, pulled out the rag rusty sword, the sky-high sword was like a bull fight, the snowflakes were stagnant, but there were more and more frost snowflakes around him, as if more and more snowflakes were sticking to the thin body in the black hole, and the childish facial features began to be ruddy, jumping up and holding a bright sword flower, the sword light staggered down, and there was no cold wind and snowflakes within ten meters of the body, like a spring breeze blowing a faint smoke and dust.

The young man turned to look at the old man behind him who tapped the ice cream and attached the tip of the dead branch, bowed and bowed:

"Master"

"Uh-huh, good, good"

The old man pinched his white beard and smiled.

"The third sword is in the smoke and rain building, and you will know it when you finish reading it."

Say, there is no old man on the branches.

"If you get the third sword, someone will arrange for you to go to Africa for 3 years, and then you will go to meet your parents, your parents have been waiting for you for 15 years, before you go to Africa, someone will ask your parents to contact you, don't hold a grudge against them, they also have their own helplessness and responsibility"

Illusory voices came from all directions.

The corners of his rosy eyes trickled down his tender cheeks.

A year later, he stepped out of the seventh floor of the Smoke and Rain Building, and the young man's face was full of confidence and coldness, and the broken sword wrapped in rags was still behind him.

Stay in Kunxu for a few days and say goodbye to the people in Kunxu. I called my parents and grandfather who were far away in the imperial capital and boarded a private jet to Africa.

Huai Qingling, a proud son of heaven born with a golden spoon, a baby boy who carries all the hopes of two large families, is said to have been born with a strange laugh, perhaps rejoicing in his enviable madness, some say that he is a guy who enjoys the favor of the goddess of luck.

At the time of birth, an old man suddenly appeared in the delivery room, stared at the baby who was smiling at him, and said with a slender hand twisted into his beard:

"Heaven descends from the stars, do not fall into heaven and earth, people, Shura, Yaksha, beasts six paths, this son is jade and jade, contains essence, he is not a thing in the pool, but the world is not ancient, so the name is Qingling, even if you have talent, you may fall into the left side of the door, the will of heaven is unpredictable, you can only let everything go naturally! Eight years later, Kunxu came to me in the place where the bones were buried" After speaking, he didn't wait for a dry person to react and drifted away without a trace.

Huai Qingling gradually became the mayor of the city in the almost fanatical doting of everyone, if it weren't for the fact that the moon plan had not been completed now, otherwise the Huai family and the Ouyang family would really take off the moon for him to use as a toy for this little emperor. He is the most expensive flower in the greenhouse, and the adults use everything they have to take care of this gift from God to the two families, and every birthday is earth-shattering, not to mention that more than 100 people from the two families are all present, as well as the invited elites from all walks of life, not to mention that the bigwigs of the underworld also have to sell face to the future prince of the underworld. At the eight-year-old birthday banquet, an unexpected flirtatious rebellion made the prince determined to go to the land of Kunxu.

BJ, Huaijia Purple Mountain Manor, a woman about thirty years old in the villa, wearing an emerald green dress, her skin is as white as jade, her face is like a silver plate, her eyes are like apricots, her lips are red without dots, and her eyebrows are not painted and green.

A man in a green shirt next to him was holding a cigarette in his mouth, lying on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, quietly watching the woman cry speechless. Take a puff of cigarette rolls:

"Qingling can go home in three years, don't cry"

"Whew"

With a bang, the man reached out and grabbed it,

"Wow, you're going to shoot me"

I saw the man holding the mobile phone that the woman was holding just now.

"You're still hiding, okay, I'll go to our father, is there a father like you, who has separated our mother and son for so long, woo"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but cry again.

The man sighed leisurely:

"Hey"

As he spoke, he walked to the woman and hugged the woman tightly in his arms, kissing the woman's red eyes, and said:

"If I cry again, my son will come back and see that his mother is not beautiful and he can't recognize it"

The woman was in the man's arms, thrashed a few times, and looked at each other speechless!!