For the Sword Immortal Wind Source Spirit, is there any foreign debt? The answer is naturally yes.

As for how much, only the immortals themselves know.

"When will the immortals be debt-free and light?" Fu Huanjing asked with relief.

"After all, it's hard to pay off the love debt!" said the immortal, hiding his face and weeping.

It is also said that money and debts will be paid off one day. But the love debt, what you stole from the Great Sword Immortal Feng Yuanling is that the woman's true heart can't be repaid at any time.

Fu Huanjing and Ruan Qingting, five days after flying with wings, suddenly felt that their cultivation had dropped significantly.

So, the two reluctantly said goodbye and went their separate ways.

As early as the Genting Treasure Zhai in the fantasy world, Fu Huanjing had heard of the ghost shadow and demon trace fist, and he was full of anger and was incomparable.

Fu Huanjing was no longer in a dilemma, after Ruan Qingting, the witch of the human world, and Murong Luanjie, the beauty of the illusion world, they took the master's secret servant Futu, the Yunding Sword Sect master Yuwen Leopard, the surprised young man Fan Lingluo of Qiyafu, and Cong Se, the introductory disciple of Wuliang Mountain, and a group of five people went to the Soul Prison Gully.

On this long trip, the five people have their own needs, and their minds are different.

The despondent young master Fu Huanjing's trip was to find out the worries and solve the problems, and to heal the old disease of Ruan Qingting, a witch doctor girl in the human world.

The shopkeeper of Jingxin Wine Workshop, Tiefutu, is not afraid of hardships and dangers, and he must have a plan to go on such a journey. He is a heavy drinker, and he is willing to leave the immortal brew for so long, and he is thinking about the peerless wine in the soul prison - tassel in his heart.

As for Yuwen Leopard, the sect master of the Yunding Sword Sect of Fangcun Mountain in the Illusory Realm, why did he repeatedly shirk having important matters at the beginning and politely refused Fu Huanjing's invitation. In the end, he was told by Murong Luanjie, "I also hope that Uncle Yuwen can go to the Soul Prison with Brother Huan Jing, so that Luan Jie will not worry about him all day long." "Persuasion, unexpectedly agreed without any delay.

The reason for this is probably that Murong Luanjie's father, Murong Bo, secretly did something to the salary of the door owner Yuwen Leopard, forcing him to reluctantly agree.

All of the above are just after-dinner conversations in the fantasy world, and as for whether they are true or not, naturally no one knows.

Fan Lingluo, a surprised young man from Qiyafu, met Fu Huanjing by chance before, and had a deep impression of him, so he went to the Soul Prison with him to see the world.

In the end, Cong Se, a beginner disciple of Wuliang Mountain, obeyed the master's arrangement, and went to the soul prison with the four of them, picked up the soul and turned his mind back, and suppressed the restless mind and emotions of the master Lingzi.

During the period of the Ancient Wasteland, the land of the Illusory World was barren and scarce.

At the edge of the illusory world, I never thought that there was such a boundless, extremely dark chaotic place, called the Soul Prison.

It can no longer be simply described as dark, it is a place of shock and horror that cannot be described in a few words, and countless infatuated ghosts who have died in the illusory world wander away, wailing all night.

Once you are in the middle of it, you can't see your five fingers, the ignition will go out, you won't see the light, and your bones will be creepy.

As you slowly enter the depths of it, you will find that you are suddenly unable to breathe, faint and faint as if you were instantly blocked by the six senses of the phantom.

And in the depths of that chaotic place, there is still a place that has not completely closed the six senses of the phantom spirit, and you can clearly feel that here, there is a faint trace of the warmth and spirituality unique to the illusion world.

Suddenly, a dazzling light shone on Fu Huanjing's group of five, which was dazzling.

The strange light, in the boundless darkness, seemed pure white to the extreme.

After a while, the white light changed into endless darkness in a snap of the fingers, the bottomless black and the scorching dazzling white, which made the five people stunned and stopped.

In the aftermath of the fading white light, there is a deep darkness dotted with stars, which is dotted with a few colorful jades, which are gorgeous and dazzling.

If you are lucky enough to pass through this brilliant silk scroll without dying, you will be lucky enough to see a mirrored phantom that is looking at you sweetly.

A lonely and boundless silk painting scroll, a few strokes of the central pavilion of the barren land, make that one towering, a hundred zhang square, crystal clear, like the rain scattered high mountain fairy capital, extremely treacherous and complex.

No, the high mountain of the immortal capital in that picture scroll can no longer be regarded as a high mountain, rising from the ground of the soul prison gully, splitting through the clouds, passing through the spiritual clouds, passing through the chaos, and rushing straight to the blue and clear sky like a lake.

The mountain is only a hundred zhang high from the ground, in fact, it is not an unattainable height, and Fangcun Mountain can be dozens of Zhushen Peaks higher than it.

Why?

The mountain is not high, there are fairies and spirits.

The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual.

The five people in the group all secretly guessed that on this mountain, there was really a phantom spirit of the Immortal Monarch who had fallen from the Immortal Realm.

Every day in the Illusory Realm, there are phantom spirits who may have grabbed a great fortune and fortune and entered the realm of the Immortal Realm.

Correspondingly, every day in the fairy world, there are also immortal monarchs whose state of mind is damaged, and they fall into the high mountains of the illusory world.

After a brief discussion, the group of five hiked up to the top of the mountain to find out.

Around the peak, patches of fluctuating and chaotic air currents protect this mountain. At the peak of the mountain, colorful auspicious clouds alternately reflect each other, shining on a group of demons and monsters.

From time to time, the auspicious clouds have the same color, and after being mixed together, they turn into a terrifying dark color.

Beneath the suffocating air currents at the top of the mountain, an ordinary brown rice field land looks very out of place.

In the middle of the land at the summit of the mountain, there was an inconspicuous ancient sword that even looked a little tattered.

However, how could such an inconspicuous and tattered ancient sword stand on the top of this fantastic mountain?

What is its unbelievable origin?

This question, which cannot be verified, was placed in front of the five people. However, everything in the world of the illusory world has a spiritual dependence, and it should have such a set of supernatural magic circles based on it.

When the five of them were puzzled, the ancient sword unexpectedly bloomed with an incomparable brilliant glow, and there was a faint sadness in the depths of the light.

This relief of the body and mind was full of light, causing the ancient sword, which had not moved for a long time, to suddenly tremble violently.

It was slowly breaking away from the ground inch by inch, and the streamers on it flew and converged, bursting into colorful foam rain, as if they were very amazed and afraid of the opening of this ancient sword.

The moment the ancient sword broke away from the ground, its dazzling light instantly soared, and it instantly retracted into a place, turning into an indestructible sword light, hovering around the ancient sword.

The ancient sword suddenly shattered into a cloud of flying ash, and then quickly converged to complete the reforge.

At the moment when this ancient sword was reforged, the dazzling sword light around it suddenly dimmed a little, but it was still the bronze ancient sword that the Sword Emperor held when he was born in the sword coat back track.

This is itself, a three-foot blue-edged sword, shining with silver-white light.

The tip of the ancient sword is piercing, the blade is like a snowflake, the front of the hilt is carved with a fierce roaring green dragon, and the reverse side of the hilt is engraved with the Xuanwu of a fierce tiger descending the mountain.

The pendant of the ancient sword is a purple jade white tiger, the blade is extremely sharp, and the claws of a purple jade white tiger are vaguely seen stretched out, making a fierce tiger pounce.

This bronze ancient sword, the sword body is decorated with staggered patterns, and it is integrated, sometimes round and heavy, and sometimes sharp.

On the front of the ancient sword's blade, there were nine golden colored blood stains that had not dried, reflecting the nine dragons soaring out of the clouds. On the other hand, on the back of the sword, there are eight orange civets that look like humans and beasts, as if writing their daily happy times of playing.

The handle of the bronze ancient sword is blue, the blue is deep, and the blue is gorgeous.

In the center of the sword body, a thin cyan line could be faintly seen passing through, adding a touch of mystery to the ancient sword.

Obviously, this is a divine sword from the ancient wasteland period, and the hidden place of the sword body is engraved with two ancient inscriptions that are difficult to clearly identify - Qiankun.

Because Fu Huanjing has been writing the Fantasy World Chronicles for a long time, he naturally knows a lot about the ancient Sanskrit in front of him.

That's right, it's the Qiankun Divine Sword, which is an extremely evil bronze ancient sword with a glorious history.

Seeing it, the five couldn't help but think of the prophecy in the ancient legend of the Illusory World.

There is a way, but there is no way out.

The growth of the dragon all the way, subduing demons and eliminating demons, is categorically inseparable from his back, the assistance of the Qiankun Divine Sword.

Over time, he was surprised to find that the fate of all things in this illusory world was controlled by a few spirit venerables in Valhalla.

The unwilling Jack is extremely angry and wants to fight with the sky.

After exhausting his incomparably powerful aura mana and dying with heaven and earth, the scorpion inadvertently tore a gap in the illusion world, and the news was completely lost in the rivers and lakes of the illusion world.

If it is really as stated in the legend of the illusory world, how could this Qiankun Divine Sword, which has no news, be left here by its old owner, the Devil?

The indescribable dazzling brilliance attached to the surroundings of the Qiankun Divine Sword, and seven sacred rings traveled around the sword.

The divine sword turned the world upside down in an instant, and the sword pointed at the ethereal place of the heavenly gate, just like the inscription on the body of the same sword, almost wanting to reverse the situation.

"Show up, stop hiding your true identity, sinister and cunning Turtle, I know you're near the five of us. Fu Huanjing held the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in his hand and roared angrily.

The Qiankun Divine Sword rumbled loudly, and the five people who were shocked trembled and stood uncertainly.

Hearing this, the sky darkened in the blink of an eye.

The originally clear blue sky was instantly filled with endless black.

In the dark sky, a huge face appeared, pale as paper, without a trace of emotional change.

I saw that its eyes were like a whirlpool of deep pools, and the spiritual strength of the tempting phantom spirit was shattered. Its huge jaws slowly opened, intending to devour the mortal bodies of the five people.

"Thousands of years later, you've finally appeared. But can you, old fellow, still be on par with me? It seems to me that all these absurd acts are just your own inadequacy. The dragon sneered at the sneering eagle in front of him.

"It seems that you, the old dragon king, seem to have a victory in your hand, and you have a bamboo in your chest! But why do the corners of your eyes twitch so much?

"It's been so long, and you're still so fond of talking nonsense and asking some innocuous words. Fight to the death!" roared the dragon spitting hot lava.

From above the Qiankun Divine Sword, there were loud noises, like the sound of Sanskrit outside the sky, and like the roar of gods and demons. The five of them roughly understood what the specific outcome of the fight between the two immortals was.

The sword has a spirit, wandering between heaven and earth, looking for the deadly point of the dragon's burning.

The five of them were extremely bored, so they took what they wanted, bowed down, and said goodbye to the soul prison.

The old owner of the Qiankun Divine Sword, and the dragon Burning Demon, who was also an enemy and a friend, were still fighting, and they had no time to care about the hasty departure of the five of them.

The words are all here, the sword travels between the world and the world, and the universe sees Xuanyuan.

In the early morning, the sun had not yet risen, and it was only showing a little dark red in the far east of the illusory land.

Half of the sky, which is white with fish belly, and the traces of stars have not yet been completely hidden in the sky.

It is a hill that is not too high, and the emerald green vegetation is all over the mountain.

The mountain had been washed away by the rain last night, and several large earthy yellow and white mud blocks were arranged in a messy manner, near and far.

The surface of the mountain is uneven, because the morning sun does not rise completely. The surrounding area of the hill is shrouded in layers of gray-white mist, giving people a mysterious and unusual hazy feeling.

On a sheep intestine path in the mountains, Fu Huanjing was walking slowly among the dense misty forests wearing linen clothes and shabby open-toed cloth shoes.

A potholed path that was trampled by countless phantoms, cattle and sheep. Fu Huanjing was raising a few calves, holding a rope whip and walking left and right, so happy.

A few calves, who were quite disobedient, stopped here and there to chew on the grass beside the path. From time to time, they use their horns to touch each other's buttocks and chase each other.

This laughing act, in the eyes of Fu Huanjing, the cowherd, they seemed to be saying to each other: You bad guy, give me the master and I will honestly roll to the back. Master, I want to walk in the front, see the most beautiful scenery, and eat the freshest grass.

However, the calf in front of him, not to be outdone, kicked the latter to the ground with one hoof.

The pinnacle showdown has kicked off since then.

At this time, Fu Huanjing, the cowherd, would only shake his head, stop and pick up thick branches from the side of the road, and throw them at the naughty and willful calves.

The little calves, one by two, are in the luck dantian and begin to prepare to make moves to defeat the enemy. They suddenly noticed that thick branches fell from the sky and smashed on the heads of their restless calves, making their heads dizzy.

After a while, Fu Huanjing drove a group of calves to the destination.

It was a fertile and sweet meadow, and as soon as the calves saw this meadow, they instantly shook off Fu Huanjing, the cowherd who was responsible for taking care of them, like wild horses on the loose.

I saw them one by two, rushing in, cocking their buttocks high, wagging their tails, lowering their heads, and eating the tender and delicious grass.

Seeing this scene, Fu Huanjing sighed physically and mentally exhausted, and his face revealed a kind of maturity and stability that did not conform to what he should have at his age.

Although his face is not handsome enough, it is far from the Central Plains, which is a little redder than Pan An. However, his ordinary face sets off an unbelievable sense of mystery.

Then, the cowherd Fu Huanjing, shook his head stupidly, and walked to the side.

Before you know it, it's already bright. The sun burst out with golden rays of light, silently hanging above half the sky.

Fu Huanjing felt a little tired and sat down on top of a huge bluestone. He held his right hand weakly, his bulky head melon seed.

Fu Huanjing shouted a few words in impotent rage, and the anger in his chest gradually calmed down. He folded his hands behind his back and lowered his head slightly.

It seems that he is tired and wants to return to his hometown in the fantasy world in his dreams. He gradually lay down on the bluestone, and pulled his clothes briefly.

After a while, Fu Huanjing came out, and there was a slight snoring sound.

Beautiful mountains and forests, green meadows, lively calves, and young people in their dreams, it seems that everything is so beautiful.

However, not far to the east of the Soul Prison of the Illusory World, there was a rusty ancient sword hidden in the starry sky.

The ancient sword with a dull color quickly shuttled through Fu Huanjing's dream void.

At the moment when Fu Huanjing entered the dream realm, the ancient sword seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly stopped moving rapidly.

I saw that the ancient sword slowly turned around, and the tip of the sword pointed to the west of the Illusory Soul Prison, a huge pavilion floating in the air.

The ancient sword trembled rapidly, as if venting the bitterness that had been accumulating in its heart for a long time.

After a long time, it rushed towards the sky pavilion not far ahead at several times the speed it had before.

You can't imagine how fast it flies, it's a speed that people in the illusion world can't reach in a lifetime.

The ancient sword easily shuttled through at a rapid speed, and the barrier of the Void Dream Realm touched a thin layer of enchantment inside the pavilion in the sky.

Suddenly, after a little thoughtful pause on top of that thin barrier, the ancient sword gradually turned into a place of void dust.

Fu Huanjing was still asleep, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he was overjoyed, as if he had really returned to his hometown in the fantasy world.

Dozens of miles beyond the green mountains and green grass, the figure of the ancient sword suddenly appeared from the cloudless sky, and a crack suddenly appeared.

As the ancient sword got closer and closer to Fu Huanjing, the body of its sword was added out of thin air, and several scars of different lengths were added.

The ancient sword was much slower than before, and ran towards Fu Huanjing.

At noon, Fu Huanjing woke up from his dream, suddenly felt a little cold, and after his body shook twice, he sat up. His eyelids twitched a few times, and he gently rubbed his hazy sleepy eyes with his right hand, as if he was not very accustomed to the violent light.

Fu Huanjing, who was completely sleepy, stood up and shook the dust on his body, everything was so normal as before.

However, the galloping ancient sword in the sky was getting closer and closer to Fu Huanjing, the cowherd.

There were a few more cracks in the body of the ancient sword, and it seemed that the rapid flight caused some problems in the sword body, and it was almost about to shatter.

After the ancient sword let out a clanging sound, it quickly shortened from a five-foot long sword to a five-inch short dagger.

Then, the ancient sword gradually turned into an illusory phantom, and a sword shadow shot downward.

Fu Huanjing stood up, stretched hard, took a step forward, picked up a thick wooden stick, and seemed to drive the frolicking calves in front of him home.

But at the same time as Fu Huanjing took that step, he suddenly heard a very loud sword roar, penetrating all the living beings in the green mountains and clear waters.

"What's going on? Could it be that there really is such a thing here, an immortal monarch can't be a phantom?" Fu Huanjing, the cowherd, muttered to himself in surprise.

Fu Huanjing had just come up with this idea in his mind, and then he saw a short sword dagger that seemed to be real and illusory, quickly falling from mid-air, and sprinting straight towards the Baihui point above his head.

I saw that the short sword dagger disappeared in front of Fu Huanjing's eyes the moment it touched the skin on the top of Fu Huanjing's head.

The ancient sword instantly turned into a ball of blue-white air that Fu Huanjing couldn't see, and flowed into the meridians in his spiritual bones.

Fu Huanjing's left foot was still in mid-air, his arm was hanging in front of him, and everything seemed to stop at this moment.

However, under Fu Huanjing's weak spiritual strength, huge changes have secretly taken place.

In fact, every meridian in Fu Huanjing's body was hot and broken, and it glowed with silver and blue-yellow light.

In addition, the acupuncture points on the top of Fu Huanjing's head were filled with three thousand weak waters, which made his spiritual power depleted terribly.

And in Fu Huanjing's dantian abdomen, it was another strange scene. The short cyan sword dagger rushed into a barren void and stopped.

Then, the ancient sword split itself into two, one more illusory and ethereal, and the other much more solid and simple.

The short dagger with the solid and simple stopped and lay down in Fu Huanjing's dantian.

And the illusory and ethereal short dagger surged towards the acupuncture point above Fu Huanjing's head.

Zhihuihai, where Fu Huanjing's spiritual power springs up, are shaking slightly.

So, Fu Huanjing took a few big steps forward, held a relatively thick wooden stick, and drove a little calf that was lazily lying on the grass, basking in the sun and grazing, and drove it home.

"Seven Stars Cloud Snatching Sword, hurry up and hand it over! Otherwise, Lao Wei guarantees that you will definitely suffer from the skin and flesh of the world's end sword talent. "The abbot of the Bodhi Monastery held a Zen staff in his hand, and forced the Tianya Sword to coerce the Tao.

"No! there will be no time!" Tianya Sword laughed.

Then, the Tianya Sword broke free from the chains and disappeared in front of the abbot Yu Zhu's eyes.

Shicai's ancient sword was the seven-star cloud-seizing sword that Abbot Yu Zhu had sought all his life, but he never wanted to be found by Fu Huanjing, a cowherd.

Fu Huanjing, a cowherd, walked and suddenly encountered a fierce knocking tiger.

Fu Huanjing wanted to use the thick long wooden stick in his hand to defend the integrity of the calves behind him, and rushed to kill the knocking tiger in front of him.

After a wail, the knocking mountain tiger was beheaded off by Fu Huanjing with a sword, and he died on the spot.

Fu Huanjing opened his eyes in disbelief and found that the thick wooden stick in his hand had long since disappeared, and had turned into an antique bronze ancient sword.

Fu Huanjing, the down-and-out young master who returned to the throne of the original god, was really not a loss on this trip, not only found a large bottle of anxiety relief, but also picked up a seven-star cloud-seizing sword in vain.

This deal is not a loss, it is not a loss, and it has made a lot of money.

Seon lost his horse, but he didn't know if it was a blessing.

That's all it takes, ghost shadow demon trace fist, but Yunyuner.

Fu Huanjing used his cloud cirrus palm to easily defeat Feng Shengyang's Ghost Shadow Trace Fist.

While rejoicing at the victory, Fu Huanjing looked back around, and there was no one to congratulate, sighing.

Let's not talk about the situation after Fu Huanjing angrily slashed the land rover and drove the cattle home, because there was another strange thing happening elsewhere.

"It's raining!" Cong Se, an introductory disciple of Wuliang Mountain, whispered as he twisted a raindrop in his right hand.

"What kind of rain?" Fu Huanjing's master asked Fu Tu.

"It's pouring rain!" replied Yuwen Leopard, the sect master of the Yunding Sword Sect.

"Majestic rain!" Fan Lingluo, a surprised young man from Qiyafu, opened his mouth to echo.

"The rain slashed down from the air like a thunderbolt of lightning. The down-and-out young master Fu Huanjing finished his way.

The four people beside him laughed, looked at each other, and were really amused by his Fu Huanjing's serious answer.

In the dark night, the clouds were so thick that the stars in the sky seemed dim, but they crushed the earth like a thousand boulders.

A purple glow mixed with black appeared on the earth of the Illusory Soul Prison. Where that glimmer of light is a tall and tall seven-star exquisite tower.

The tower, consisting of seven storied houses, is hexagonal in shape, from the bottom to the top, clustered at one point.

The top of the tower was covered in irregular black ornamentation. Looking down from the sky, you can find that those black ornaments inadvertently constitute a mysterious and complex ancient totem.

The middle floor of the tower is even more so, its square window paper is covered with different black ornaments, bold and rough, but also very delicate.

In the illusory realm, if some phantom spirits with insufficient aura concentration look at it, they will instantly feel a headache, and they will even be sucked up by it to build a foundation with a lot of spiritual strength.

The periphery of each layer of the Seven Star Linglong Pagoda is wrapped in a layer of purple-black mist barrier, so that no matter how fierce the rain is, it cannot touch the tower body, and at the same time, it can absorb thousands of rays of light from the outside world.

The bottom floor of the tower was five feet away from the ground of the Illusory Soul Prison.

The Sky Pavilion was suspended in mid-air, and the top floor of the house was particularly special in that it had an ancient altar in the shape of a pentagonal shape compared to the six floors below.

On the bronze body of the altar, there are depictions of fierce beasts everywhere. The red blood stains in the ornament have not yet dried and condensed, and they are slowly flowing from side to side, like hideous and terrifying poisonous dragons.

The altar is subdivided into three layers, from the bottom to the top, with the bottom layer surrounded by purple and black ornamentation, the middle layer of blue and gray ornamentation gathered in the east, and the top layer with more earthy gray ornamentation to the west.

The ears of that altar are several times more ornamental than those wrapped around it, and it is even more meticulous and unusual when you look closely.

In the middle of the top floor of the altar is a recess. I saw that in the center of countless ancient runes, there was a thin white-haired old man sitting cross-legged with bated breath.

The white-haired old man, dressed in animal skins, with a sparse head, a sallow face, and a bony body. His flesh and bones were shrunken and emaciated to the extreme, hanging on the thin bones.

Such a miserable scene was as if a living, sturdy man was suspended in the wind and blew for several days and nights. Then, throw his body into the dirt and water to soak. Finally, his body was set on the fire and roasted for three days and three nights.

Although the rain outside the tower was pouring down on the white-haired old man's body, the old man seemed to be calm and relaxed as if he didn't feel pain.

The old man hadn't moved a single step for a long time, and the pouring rain couldn't make him make some extremely subtle body movements.

But just as the cowherd Fu Huanjing appeared holding the Seven-Star Cloud Snatching Sword, the thin old man's body shook suddenly, slowly opened his lips, and let out a hoarse mutter. Because the words were mixed with the noisy and noisy sound of rain, they did not seem so clear and intelligible.

And at the moment when the old man made this sound, many phantom spirits appeared under the altar tower.

After a while, the flesh of those phantom ghosts gradually condensed into a body, turning into many real figures wearing robes, thousands of them surrounding the Seven Star Exquisite Pagoda.

They all stood side by side silently, and the quiet and terrifying solemn atmosphere made the roaring rain on the side a little suppressed by it.

"Tianxi, why did the sword come out of the East Mountain? Dixi, why did you die to me Bodhi?" the abbot of the Bodhi Monastery raised his head to the sky and shouted.

As the abbot kicked over the altar and rose into the air, the top floor of the Seven Stars Exquisite Pagoda disappeared.

As for the remaining six-story houses of the tower, they gradually transformed into six burly figures dressed in the fur of fierce beasts.

"We are not willing to live in secret, and we are willing to serve the abbot again!" the six of them rose into the air and clasped their fists around the abbot and saluted.

Then, near the Empty Pavilion of the Illusory Soul Prison, countless skeleton resentful spirits within a hundred miles crawled out of the scorched black land.

"Congratulations to the abbot, returning to the Illusory Realm!" the resentful spirits roared in unison.

All their resentful spirits shouted this sentence in unison, causing the land of the illusory world to collapse and the torrential rain to a sudden stop.

However, the abbot Yu Zhu, who was suspended in the air, was unmoved, and took out a simple and unpretentious wooden plaque from his arms.

The wooden sign was empty, and the abbot threw it into the air. Then he raised his wizened right hand and stood it erect in front of him, whispering a few words of mantra in his mouth.

When the mantra stopped, the abbot pressed his huge blue hand towards the center of the altar on the ground.

I saw that the altar was overwhelmed, and let out an explosive roar, which instantly broke a few tiny lines.

From the cracked lines, countless snow-white fluorescents erupted, converging around the abbot's huge palm.

With the abbot Zhu's spell, it suddenly appeared out of thin air, and countless fluorescents flew into the air as if they were inductive, and merged into the wordless wooden card.

The wooden plaque, which was originally wordless, suddenly appeared in large characters written by countless firefly moths. The large characters were a hint of gold, illuminating a small patch of the dark sky.

"May our passing be worth it!"

The huge group of resentful spirits at the feet of the abbot Yu Zhu shouted out an old man's farewell words in unison, and the loud sound instantly shocked all things in heaven and earth.

The Wraith Wood Card may have absorbed too much of the Spirit of the Wraith's soul power, and the golden light that glowed became brighter and brighter, expelling a large area of darkness in the sky, like day.

When the golden light completely expelled the darkness, the dazzling light of the resentful spirit wooden card also suddenly retracted, condensed in the wooden card, making its original messy words instantly turn into a brand of the word "Jue" shining with golden light.

The texture and color of the Wraith Wood have also changed slightly, from wood to a hard material like gilt. It hovered in the air for a few laps, and then returned to the abbot's right hand.

The abbot stretched out his thin and huge right arm horizontally, and the five fingers of his palm were like hooks, holding the gilded resentful spirit god card firmly in the palm of his hand, as if he would sneak away as soon as he let go.

The abbot slowly knelt on one knee, then stood up, and he found that the joints inside his body were rattling, as if the bones and joints were rusty and rotten.

"I'm the same!" said Fu Huanjing, the cowherd, as he presented the Seven Stars Cloud Snatching Sword with both hands.

The six elders behind the abbot Yu Zhu were caught off guard by Fu Huanjing's commotion, which broke the old cold waist of the six of them.

The four people behind Fu Huanjing also got the purpose of this trip as they wished, and they were very happy, and they had no intention of fighting each other to the death.

Five people on the left, and seven people on the right, hugging their fists and saluting goodbye, goodbye to the rivers and lakes in the future.

The abbot Yu Zhu, who holds the seven-star cloud sword, is very satisfied, and he has no regrets in this life.

Fu Huanjing and his entourage of five people also left the Illusory Soul Prison in a hurry, for fear that the abbot Yu Zhusheng, who had the ultimate spiritual power, would have remorse and pinch off their necks.

Seven days later, Fu Huanjing looked back at his life in the Soul Prison and was surprised to find that he had been promoted from the Illusory Realm to the Illusory Realm.

In the past, Fu Huanjing only knew how to grab luck and fortune everywhere, but he never knew that he could also increase his own cultivation realm by perfecting others.

On this trip, Fu Huanjing endured the pain and cut his love, and voluntarily gave his beloved thing in his hand, the Seven Stars Cloud Sword, to the abbot Yu Zhu without compensation.

Such a touching act of perfecting others and disgusting himself made several Supreme Spirit Venerables in Valhalla quite moved, so they made an exception to make Fu Huanjing leave the ranks of the Illusory Realm and join the ranks of the Illusory Realm Spirits.

Perfecting others, disgusting oneself.

The July breeze gently swept through this barren earth mountain, caressing each name engraved on the stone tablet, with a trace of sadness.

The leaves in the forest rustle from side to side, causing gray shadows under the waning sun, which makes people feel chilled.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Fu Huanjing pointed to the six wordless tombstones in front of him with his slightly immature fingers, puzzled, and kept scratching his head and thinking.

"Master, why do you always choose this day every year to come here to mourn them?" asked the down-and-out young master Fu Huan in puzzlement.

"Stinky boy, for the teacher! I can only pour out the bitterness and sourness in my heart with these old friends. The dark waiter Fu Tu leaned on a cane and said with a slumped body.

"Master, don't you still have an apprentice in your old man's house, serving on the side, why do you just talk about yourself as a lonely person, so miserable and terrible?" Fu Huanjing played with a child's temper and pouted behind his back.

"Stinky boy, you're embarrassed to complain to your teacher. Just ask your kid to pat his chest and ask, are you worthy? Every day, you either accompany your Luan Jie sister to the mountains, or accompany your Qingting sister to play in the water. Dare to ask when you will remember, in the illusion world, there is still such an old bone as a teacher?"

Fu Huanjing knew that something was wrong, so he stopped talking, and concentrated on supporting the master and cleaning the weeds and dead leaves in the cemetery.

Suddenly, a gust of wind whistled by, and Fu Huanjing's eyes were instantly fascinated by the dust wrapped in the wind.

Fu Huanjing immediately turned his back, for fear that the master and his old man would see his embarrassment of crying and crying. Then, with his relatively clean right hand, he gently rubbed his eyes.

"Stinky boy, it's windy, and it's getting colder and colder. We master and apprentice, let's leave for home as soon as possible!" said the Dark Servant Futu to his beloved disciple.

Fu Huanjing nodded very obediently, followed behind the master's secret servant Futu, and walked back step by step.

Fu Huanjing raised his eyes to look at Tushantou, and suddenly a black illusory figure appeared on top of Tushantou.

The dark phantom in the form of a ghostly spirit dripped, like rain falling on the earth, on each of the six wordless tombstones. Then he went underground and disappeared into the wind.

Fu Huanjing looked back at the six wordless tombstones, and there were six bright red names out of thin air, which were Su Mu, Ye Rui, Xiao Cui, Lin Yu, Qin Er, and Chu Huan.

"Monster, where to escape!" In the dense forest not far behind Fu Huanjing, a young man with a silver spear rushed out and scolded loudly.

In the early summer of July, in the dense forest full of cicadas, there was suddenly a fierce shout.

The thin cicadas lying on the bamboo leaves immediately stopped chirping in despair.

The brave figure, like a flying fire, broke out of the bamboo forest.

Wherever the silver-speared boy passed, he left a deep footprint scratch on the ground.

At the end of the scratch, if you look closely, it turned out to be a young man dressed in coarse linen. His short hair is scattered, without a hint of laziness, but gives people a sense of vitality.

The young man carried a silver-white spear in his hand, and the body of the spear emitted a dazzling light.

Even on this hot summer day, Fu Huanjing could still feel an uncontrolled cold current of spiritual power running around from the young man's silver spear.

The silver spear, which was very incommensurate with the young man's clothes, was tightly held in the hand of the young man, and he put on an arrogant look that a divine soldier could not afford him.

In front of the young man, stood out of thin air three strong men with big shoulders and round waists, each carrying a sharp machete half a human length.

However, the three sword masters looked frightened, and stood straight in a cold sweat, as if they would be stabbed to death by the silver-armed young man in front of them if they moved slightly.

Perhaps the three phantom swordsmen thought clearly in an instant, and decided to break the cauldron and sink the boat, and the strong men on the left and right sides respectively raised the big knives in their hands, and while yelling, they quickly rushed towards the silver-speared boy.

The silver-spear boy seemed to have been on the battlefield for a long time, pursed the corners of his lips disdainfully, and with a horizontal swing of the silver spear in his hand, he easily blocked the two strong men's hard slashing.

Then the boy stomped his right foot backwards, sinking his linen cloth shoes into the soil more than half a foot. Then, with the strength of his hands, with the support of his hind legs, he shocked the two strong men who were as thick as oxen several feet away.

"Big man, the strength is so small, it's better to go back quickly, practice diligently, don't tarnish the prestige of the Ten Thousand Shadows Trace Eagle. The silver-speared boy grinned.

The reason why the Silver Spear Boy admired the Ten Thousand Shadows Trace Eagle so much was because he had defeated the Fourth Elder Duanmu Ziyan and the Seventh Elder Shangguan Haitang of the Illusory Cloud Peak Sword Sect with his own strength.

The two strong men were easily suppressed by the silver-speared young man, and their faces were already red with anger. As soon as he heard that the boy humiliated the two of them like this, he rushed towards the boy again.

"That's enough! Yellow mouth boy, take your life!" the two strong men roared hoarsely.

With the bullet of the silver spear boy's divine weapon, the two strong men were once again shocked back by the young man, and rolled backwards a few times before stopping.

Knowing that they were invincible, the two phantoms crawled to their eldest brother's side, looking at the boy with great fear.

"Fang Feng, why are you a stinky boy again! Could it be that you are the reincarnation of a dogskin plaster, and you have to stick to the three of us brothers in this life?" the three Phantom Phantom Bosses sneered.

"Big brother, in less than a month, the three of us have been robbed and killed more than ten times by him, a stinky boy. This time, you must not spare him, you must avenge the blood and hatred of your brothers!" the two stout men with blue noses and swollen faces pleaded bitterly.

"Shut up! You think I don't know! If I can beat it, I'll fight it a long time ago. Brother Phantom shouted and scolded the two incompetent virtuous brothers beside him.

Facing the fearless silver-speared boy, the one of the three, the strong man known as the eldest brother, came to the boy tremblingly. He smiled wryly and struggled to squeeze out a kind smile.

"Fang Feng Shaoxia, look at the three of us, there is an eighty-year-old mother, a five-year-old child to be fed, and there are seven or eight wives and concubines in the middle who need to be taken care of. Originally, the three of us didn't have a deep hatred with you, but each was his own master and his own thing. What's more, the three of us brothers have not made a single murder, but are only responsible for helping the master Wanying to trace the eagle and pass the word to the down-and-out young master Fu Huanjing. Therefore............ "Brother Phantom Ling moves with affection, and knows with reason."

"So what? You should hurry up and continue to talk! Otherwise, this silver spear in the hand of this young man will not be long-sighted. The silver-speared boy threatened.

"Therefore, when the road is uneven, draw a sword to help, what Fang Feng Shaoxia does, he will definitely become a model for everyone in the illusion world! If you rely on your own magic weapons and kill phantom spirits indiscriminately, it will bring you some bad reputation. Today, we have never met in a proper position, so what about it?" suggested the Phantom Spirit.

Fang Feng sensed that what he said was reasonable, so he lost his arms behind him and let the three of them go away.

The three of them left in a hurry, and Fu Huanjing, who was stunned on the side, was unwilling.

"Senior Brother Fang, it's not very authentic to act like this!" Fu Huanjing said in a weird manner.

"Senior Brother Huanjing, Senior Brother, where am I not authentic?" Fang Feng asked puzzled.

"The three of them said that this trip was to pass on the words of the master Ten Thousand Shadows Trace Eagle, why don't you let them say it to me?" Fu Huanjing asked angrily.

"Senior brother, I'm willing, can you manage it?" Fang Feng said arrogantly.

"He can't take care of it, let me ask the teacher, and I don't care if I move you?" asked the dark servant Fu Tu angrily as he whipped the criminals with a cane in his hand.

"Then it depends on your old man, whether you have that catty or not!" Fang Feng sneered disdainfully.

"Here comes the sword!"

With the roar of the Dark Servant Futu, a Firmament Divine Sword burst out from Fang Feng's body in an instant, and a sword shattered the silver spear, leaving no trace.

"Criminal, what should I do now? I don't know if I am a teacher, is there that catty or two?" asked the dark servant Fu Tu with a smile.

"Thank you, master!, you know your mistake!" Fang Feng accepted the Firmament Divine Sword given by his master, knelt down and confessed his mistake.

For a while, Fang Feng remembered the kindness of the secret servant Futu to him in the past, and sorrow came from it, and he cried bitterly.

The sword of the sky is sad, and the silver spear is also traceless.

In the final result, Fu Huanjing was naturally quite satisfied, his Xuanyuan Divine Sword defeated Fang Feng's Firmament Divine Sword.

However, what made Fu Huanjing happiest was that his confidante in the illusion world, Murong Luanjie, was still behind him.

At this point, I suddenly looked back and realized that the beauty was still there.

Fu Huanjing and Murong Luanjie, who had not seen each other for a long time, after catching up with each other, the two went to the soul death together.

The souls of the bone-thirsty beasts everywhere are really not a good place for the two of them.

However, the spirit magic robe guarded by thousands of bone-thirsty bloodthirsty beasts is a supreme magic weapon that Fu Huanjing, who is now in the breaking period, urgently needs.

Fu Huanjing's senior brother Fang Feng began to live alone at a very young age.

Fang Feng, who is now seventeen years old, although he is only one year older than his junior brother Fu Huanjing, he is already a young man who can be self-reliant.

Although Fang Feng's methods and means of self-reliance sound a little unique and strange, he specializes in robbing and helping the poor for a living. However, most of the time he was still doing good deeds, and a few times when he was drunk, he was drunk and mad, causing trouble and harming good people.

When Fang Feng's mother was still alive, she once taught him some physical skills of dancing knives and guns. For example, archery, marksmanship, knife skills, swordsmanship, and so on.

At that time, it was really hard to imagine that Fang Feng's biological mother, who looked extremely weak, actually had unusual insights and cognitions in terms of dancing knives and guns.

If you have to pick it out, the first thing to say is that the secret marksmanship of their Fang family's ancestors. Now Fang Feng's magic marksmanship was learned carefully and carefully from his biological mother.

It's just that the Fang family's ancestral Mangyuan Silver Spear has been destroyed by his mentor, the Secret Servant Futu, and the Divine Marksmanship that he has painstakingly practiced for ten years is useless.

Every day in the future, Fang Feng could only hold the Firmament Divine Sword in his hand, and he missed the sweet memories of himself and the Mangyuan Silver Spear in the past.

As for Fang Feng's biological father, Fu Huanjing, who is his junior brother, has never heard him mention it once. Maybe that's the softest place in the depths of his soul!

The silver spear in Fang Feng's previous hand was also inherited from his mother. According to his mother, this artifact was given to his mother by his biological father to protect himself. This was the first time Fang Feng realized that his father, who had never met him, was not a merciless person.

Fang Feng has been naughty and willful since he was a child, and he is a completely rebellious teenager in his bones.

It's just that when Fang Feng's mother was alive, he couldn't bear to worry about his mother all day long, and always pretended to be well-behaved and sensible. Since his mother died of illness, he no longer restrained his temperament and wandered the five borders of the fantasy world.

Being nosy is his biggest hobby, and he has been insisting on it for ten years.

In the past ten years, he has been in this huge five-way border of the illusory world, and he has been causing trouble. But he also did a lot of righteous deeds, and killed some evil spirits who were less shallower.

Only that time on the shore of the East China Sea, Fang Feng used the Mangyuan Silver Spear in his hand to whip the buttocks of the barbarian princess Meng Yingyan in the Valhalla of the Illusory Realm.

This seemingly fatal and terrible act made Fang Feng create some fame.

Since then, the place where Fang Feng has passed has been cultivated as an ordinary thief. As soon as you hear his name, even in this sunny noon, there will be a timidity and cold air in your heart.

Therefore, the people in the phantom world gave him Fang Feng a reputation as a "bandit killer".

Fang Feng is particularly fond of robbing and helping the poor, which should be more accurately called: robbing the big thief and helping the poor.

Fang Feng always likes to humiliate those robbers who occupy the mountains as kings, and do everything possible to rob them of the treasures and items in their hands, and then distribute them to some poor women and children free of charge.

In Fang Feng's rules of chivalry and righteousness, there are only those who can be robbed and those who can't be robbed, and there is no robbery or not, and whether they dare to rob or not.

Because it is also his nature to be bold and reckless.

Fang Feng was alone, and he had already taken more than 100 steps into this dense bamboo forest!

A small wooden house that is not very conspicuous slowly emerges from the dense forest.

The cabin wasn't very big, just enough for Fang Feng to live in. There was nothing left in the hut except for the dusty stove and bed.

Fang Feng casually leaned the Firmament Divine Sword in his hand against the edge of the bamboo wall. Then, he opened the package in his hand, looked at the glittering gold and silver jewelry inside, laughed twice, and then threw the package into the small box like garbage, leaned sideways against the door, looked at the blue sky through a gap in the dense leaves, and was silent for a long time.

In the blink of an eye, the sun had set in the West Mountain, and the silver plate had been hung high in the air, and Fu Huanjing was stunned for half a day.

Fu Huanjing was not in a hurry to eat dinner, but took a leaf from his side at random and gently put it to his mouth, different from his out-of-tune humming, the sound he made with the leaves was as beautiful as a lark, like a nightingale, as if a breeze was coming, causing faint ripples on the surface of the lake of the soul.

The next day, when the wheel of the day was just flooded, Fu Huanjing had already packed up his things, carrying a silver gun and walking towards the mountain road, every day there will be different people walking on this mountain road, Fu Huanjing is very principled, if it is the old and weak women and children who walk, he will not only let them pass, but also help deal with the bandits and rogues who want to make a move.

If it was a merchant or official with a full stomach, he would stand by and watch, and even if someone made a raid, he would not take action, but would wait until these people got their hands and rob them.

Sitting on the branch of a big tree by the mountain road early, Fu Huanjing waited for his "prey" while pretending to sleep.

After a while, the sound of the wheels turning came into Fu Huanjing's ears from a distance, and the eyes that were sleeping opened a gap, revealing a hint of brilliance.

The sound of the carriage approached, Fu Huanjing skimmed slightly, then turned his head sideways, and no longer paid attention to it, the carriage passing by was extremely luxurious, even the servants who drove the carriage were wearing gold and silver, and there were even more than ten or twenty guards around, it seemed that it was the convoy of a big family, but the people on this road would never let go of such a big fish.

Sure enough, as Fu Huanjing expected, the carriage had already been stopped before it passed the big tree under his feet.

"Stop! This road is my territory, uncle, if you think about it, you must first honor and honor uncle!"

It was a one-eyed man in a short animal skin shirt who spoke, with a cold double-edged axe in his hand, and dozens of bandits with weapons stood behind him, sneering while slowly surrounding the convoy.

The guards of the convoy were also quite vegetarians, and immediately protected the people and things of the convoy, and a leader stepped forward to talk to the one-eyed man: "This friend, we have urgent business to travel, how about a convenient trip?"

As he spoke, he arched his hand to the big man, then took it into his arms, weighed a small bag embroidered with gold a few times, and threw it to the one-eyed man.

It seems to be quite upright, the one-eyed man smiled and caught the bag, checked it slightly, his brows immediately raised, and he didn't greet the leader, but started talking about something with a few thieves behind him.

Fu Huanjing, who was watching all this from the tree, showed a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, and muttered in his mouth: "Cut meat and feed the hungry tiger, this is to put yourself in." ”

The one-eyed man seemed to have finished his discussion, turned to the leader and showed a greedy smile and said, "Brothers, keep an eye on them all, don't let one go!"

"Oh!"

When the leader heard the big man's words, he immediately broke into a cold sweat, but he still mustered up the courage to drink: "You don't pay faith! I have obviously given you enough tolls!"

After hearing his words, the big man glanced at the bandits beside him, and then laughed: "Brothers, listen up! This stupid big man actually talks about faith and righteousness with the robbery, hahaha! I really laughed to death." ”

The leader blushed when he heard this, as if to hide his gaffe, and shouted with great fanfare: "Don't let them bully us! Pull out the guys for me! Teach these pranksters a good lesson!"

"Hmph! Who teaches who doesn't know!"

The big man sneered, and as soon as his big thick hand was raised, another wave of bandits emerged from the bushes behind him, and the blades that flashed cold reflected the greedy and bloodthirsty smiles of the bandits.

Just as the leader of the convoy kept praying in his heart, and the men under the big man were shrinking the encirclement step by step, a crisp voice broke the tense atmosphere.

"Stop!"

"When is the bright moon? I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace? I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. The high place is not cold, dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? Turn the Zhu Pavilion, the low Qihu, and shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

This poem was originally written by a genius surnamed Su in the fantasy world, and when Fu Huanjing first read it, he only felt that it was clear and beautiful.

As the years go by, today's Fu Huan is holding the scroll and rewarding it again, and before he reads it, he is already in tears.

"I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together. ”

Fu Huanjing once heard Ruan Qingting, a witch in the human world, say that men and women in the world like to compare their beloved other half to the bright moon and a bronze mirror to send lovesickness. When they go to Chanjuan together, can they also see each other from a distance?

The bright moon on the horizon hangs over the night from ancient times to the present. I don't know how many people have looked forward to it.

Jiang flooded Xie Zhuang, to the month to be endowed.

Li Bai Wang Jian, pointing to the moon and singing.

Leaving a woman to recruit a husband, or an independent window, or shrinking into the cold.

Of course, there are also idlers who compose music and play a line of grievances and hatreds between the two places.

Now, you and I, master and apprentice, are in the troubled world of the illusionary world. Such a good night of the bow and jade wheel, those ancient chanting and sighing, how can they give away the lovesickness of the moon in this situation?

In the southerly direction of the phantom realm, there is a mountainous area, the mountain is high and strange, one of the peaks has the name of "a stone inserts into the sky, and the clouds are together", and later got the name of Qiyun Mountain, there are Baiyue, Wanshou, Gongri peaks near the left of Qiyun Mountain. Several emperors of the Southern Dynasty were tired of listening to metaphysical nonsense, and went to the Buddha Temple, and Emperor Wu of Liang gave up his life to Tongtai Temple four times, when Taoism was suppressed.

The people who taught the neutral and pure people had no intention of going to the temple, so they simply went to the outside of the people, and they opened mountains and established factions one after another, and rarely interacted with the court. Among them, Mr. Zhou and the students went to Qiyun Mountain, talking about the mystery all day long, serving Dan and paying poems, and the celebrities in the suburbs also made friends with each other, and became famous. There are also Shangqi Renxia people who smell the freedom of Qiyun Mountain, go up the mountain to visit, fencing with each other, Sui and Tang Dynasties, Qiyun Mountain's martial arts are flourishing.

Hundreds of years on the mountain bachelors, chivalrous and mixed, mountain people are often well versed in Huang Lao, and then often to Xuan said the sword, the qi tried the way, actually from the Zhuangzi seven articles to understand three sets of swordsmanship, and later was called "Qiyun swordsmanship" passed down to the present, Qiyun faction has no time.

Qiyun faction has been passed to the sixteenth person since there is a head, Lu Tonglu is sitting in the same hall with all the disciples at the moment, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the hall burns incense and lamps, sits down to drink and poems, a joy. Several young disciples were stepping on the carpet in the middle hall, dancing swords and worshipping the moon, pretending to be delicate, which attracted laughter from the audience.

A young man took his turn to write a poem, and when he saw that he was handsome and handsome, he said: "It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, who in my faction is not the temperament of absenteeism, the bones of the prodigal, there is nothing to say, those who want to build mountains and books are blocked out, today is happy, and tomorrow I am afraid that I will die? ”

When he read Yue Ji, he smiled at the disciple who danced the sword, and drank a glass of wine. Suddenly applause, cheers, laughter rang out in the hall. This young man's name is Li Daiyu, and he is Lu Tong's eldest disciple, who is not rude, peaceful and smiling, and is very admired among the disciples.

Li took the rain to salute, sat down gracefully, and looked at the bright moon by the window at will.

To the northwest of Qiyun Mountain, is Gongri Peak, and here is the location of the classic Sword Pavilion of the Qiyun School. Said that the sword pavilion was built in the Tang Dynasty in the first year, and then repaired several times, that is, now more than 30 zhang high, the pavilion is obedient and hard.

There are a lot of martial arts classics in the pavilion, in addition, the scriptures, history, children, collection of books are complicated, and the corridor ring wall displays the calligraphy and painting treasures of the literati and skilled craftsmen of the past dynasties. It is said that the Sword Pavilion is embedded in the side of the peak, facing the mountain path on one side, and cutting the mountain on the other side.

At this time, there was really a person hanging on the cliff of Gongri Peak, and I saw that his clothes were upside down, and as soon as his wide sleeves fell, the person gently rose up a few feet. After another half an hour, on the eaves corner of the Sword Pavilion, the man took off his outer clothes, and put them into the package in half stacks and half balls, showing an indigo suit, and wearing a mask.

But I saw him walking lightly around the top of the huge pavilion, peeking towards the mountain path, the path was full of fallen leaves, and it stretched out to the empty courtyard under the eaves, which was very secluded. There are several clusters of chrysanthemums planted under the north wall, and they bloom yellow and white. The man in Tsing Yi was in a window facing the skew, leaning down and listening carefully on the tile, near and far, the insects chirped faintly, and there was no other sound.

Only then did he lean out of the window, but when he heard a squeak, the window page had been quietly opened by the man, and suddenly the moonlight leaked into the room, and the man in green clothes couldn't help but moan "ah".

I saw that in front of me was a small room with quaint furnishings, the west wall was a wooden bed, and the remaining three-way walls were full of calligraphy and paintings.

The young man looked frightened, his eyes forgot to blink, and his throat was dull. The man in Tsing Yi was stunned first, flashed his body quickly, bullied the young man's side, blocked his mouth, sealed the acupoint on the young man's chest, took out a small knife with the length of a finger, and put it up in front of the tip of the young man's nose, and said: "Don't make a sound, otherwise I will ......"

Saying that, the young man only felt that the palm pressed on his mouth was smooth and porcelainous, and it was slightly fragrant, and his heart flashed, and he stabilized his mind a little.

He nodded slightly, and as he was forced to leave, the young man exhaled tremblingly, and said with a reluctant smile: "Sister, are you here to admire the moon? Su Wenchan is quiet and quiet on the moon, that Chang'e is used to living, and she is naturally tired of the liveliness of some feasts, maybe tonight and this moment, the gods on the moon are on their first way here, and they want to shadow seven people with you and me!"

Before his voice sank, he continued: "Oh, isn't Sister Chang'e Aunt Chang'e?" It's really wonderful, such a steep cliff, only the gods can dance down from the moon, and in front of the window, the disciple is really flattered, speechless, incoherent!"

The man in Tsing Yi wanted to be frightened, but the young man called his sister first, first startled, and then listened to him talk in a fog, and couldn't help but feel funny, so he said coldly: "Why do you look like a talking book?

The young man said: "Your voice is so thin, and there is still a burst of incense on your body, isn't it a sister, is it not a sister-in-law? Or is it a grandmother? In short, grandma spared her life." ”

The man in Tsing Yi raised his hand, pretending to fight down, but he smiled and said, "Don't mention your grandma, I'm not that old." You..."

The young man rushed and said: "Sister, the sun and the moon are bright, the white life is still green, and the face of the sky is eternal, the sister's face must be beautiful, and it is covered by this green cloth and green cloth, but it is a violent thing." ”

The man in Tsing Yi was angry and laughed, and his curiosity aroused, and he asked, "How do you know my beauty?

The young man said: "My sister is a god in the sky, even if it is not a shy flower in the closed moon, then at least it is a sinking fish and a goose, right?"

The man in Tsing Yi couldn't help laughing, his eyes were crooked, and he said, "Clever words... Lingse... Ask you, how did the kid get here?

The young man said cautiously: "I've been living here for nearly ten years, isn't this the one, is it the Sword Pavilion? ”

The man in Tsing Yi stared at the young man, groaned for a while, and said, "Live here, then you are from the Qiyun faction? I see that you kid is very good at talking, and I heard a lie, hmph! ”

When the young man heard this, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "I also think so, the same art is about the same age, and it's not fun to be together." It's a pity that I just live here, and I clean and organize many books in the cabinet on weekdays, and I still copy letters, and it's not easy to talk. Sometimes when I am bored, I will read a book, or look out at the mountains, and sigh a few words: I am now at the top of the mountain, and I don't see the mountains small. If you want to make the mountains smaller, how much more upstairs? Although my husband is not expensive, he can do it with the monthly move. Immortals descend on the moon, and the green clothes are ethereal!"

The man in Tsing Yi still shook his head and said coldly: "Is nonsense really a lot? It's useless for you to say that the sky is falling, since you are taking care of books, you don't know where the books are, right?"

As he spoke, a hand touched the young man's throat early, and he noticed that the larynx was protruding, and his fingertips retracted slightly, and he squinted and thought for a moment. Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps outside the door, and gradually approached the door. In a panic, he casually solved the young man's acupoint.

The young man also listened, pointing to a wooden box, the man in Tsing Yi glanced at the Qianren cliff in the window, and hurriedly opened the lid of the box, and there was only a jacket and a few rags at the bottom of the four-foot box.

An old man came in and said, "Yu'er, the wine at today's feast is very mellow! ”

As he spoke, he put the wine on top of the table with a bowl of vegetables, and said with a suspicious smile: "Why do I smell the sweetness of a woman?"

The young man said: "I'm afraid that the woman in Mr.'s poem is fragrant and floats out, right? ”

The old man said with a smile: "Although Lao Su often depicts females recently, he needs to be more solemn when writing poems." ”

While smoothing the crumpled paper in his hand, he didn't forget to raise his eyes to look at the young man, and he read the poem Xiaoxiao. Its poetic conception is light and leisurely, and it is a masterpiece after the end of the article, and this old man is the poet Mei Yaochen in the early Song Dynasty.

Mei Yaochen was determined to live in the people's country, but he finally retreated to Qiyun Mountain, saying that the Sword Pavilion and the boy were neighbors, and he also slowed down his ambitions. Today, Lu Tong's banquet gathered the guests of the mountain door, and Mei Yaochen remembered this irreversible friend during the banquet, and brought back the wine and food.

Mei Yaochen talked to the young man again, and the banquet was lively, and he sat on the board bed. The young man was in the box and promised in his mouth. Mei Yaochen also asked the young man to sit down and said, "This is my fifth." It's been the Mid-Autumn Festival for the fourteenth time, and I've been sick lately, so I'm afraid I don't need to have a few more times. In the world of life, suddenly like a traveler. ”

After a while, Mei Yaochen said: "Compared with the moon that has been hanging for thousands of years, people can only be regarded as a red or dark spark in this life, so what do you want to illuminate? When I was like you, I was full of ambition and injustice in this mid-autumn, and I also believed that my life's ambition would eventually be done. But life is impermanent, and there are a few things in a life that can really fulfill your wishes, the woman who first admires, and the knowledge you often seek. When I was young, I memorized ancient books, and I forgot them so quickly. Imagine the moon at this time, the mountains and rivers and the stone and gravel will still be the same after thousands of years, but you and I will never be there. Today's era and dynasty will eventually pass, and it has finally been refined into the story of a few people by the history books, but you and I have also lived!"

"Drive up to the east gate and look at the Beiguo Tomb in the distance. Poplar He Xiao Xiao, pine and cypress Jiaguang Road. There are dead people under Chen, and the twilight is long. Sleep under the Yellow Spring, never sleep for a thousand years!"

Saying that, Mei Yaochen wiped away his tears, took out two cups from under the bed, didn't let the young man, and filled them himself, and said: "Since you were four or five years old, I taught you calligraphy and words in the mountains, and it has been seven years. Half of your relatives and half of your friends. Today, a glass of wine will be said goodbye to you. ”

The young man listened to Mei Yaochen talk a lot, and felt that something was wrong, and when he heard it, he couldn't help but tear up: "Why does Mr. want to leave?"

Mei Yaochen said: "Today, Master Lu invited the guests on the mountain to a banquet, and it was also to talk about this. Recently, there will be a great change in the mountain, and we will have to wait for the guests to go down the mountain. I also thought about taking you down, but Master Lu insisted on not allowing it. ”

I don't know how much risk and setback Fu Huanjing and Murong Luanjie have experienced.

I don't know how Murong Luanjie's Dou Zhuan Jie is shaking the world and crying ghosts and gods.

In the end, the two found the spirit robe, and Fu Huanjing also broke through the realm as he wished and flew to Kunling.

That's all he said, the bone bloodthirsty beast, the stars are moving.