The little deflated third of the shopkeepers, Fu Huanjing was finally lucky enough to meet him, he is the most beautiful character in the fantasy world at the moment.

Xiao Qisan's original name was Gong, born and raised in Lingxiao Cellar, and was raised by the shopkeeper in the deep pool of the floating and sinking dark river.

The reason why he is so beautiful now is because he has stabbed the time tyrant of the illusion world.

Lin Song, the tyrant of time, is a martyr and a woman's heart.

Lin Song thinks very highly of himself, he has to marry the barbaric princess Meng Ying of the Valhalla, even if tens of millions of people stop him, he still insists on going his own way and kills tens of millions of people in the fantasy world.

Gong Lu inadvertently became Lin Song's negative sword envoy and became the closest person to him Lin Song.

Seeing that the master had become the target of the illusory world, he took advantage of Lin Song's sleep to seal him with a sword.

On the land of Kyushu in the Dream Dynasty, there is a secluded place called Hujia Village.

There are about 30 families in the village, living a carefree and clean life. They don't know much about the deceit among the people in the court, and they don't know about the intrigues between the various sects in the rivers and lakes, and they only care about plowing the muddy fields.

In the fifth year of Qingyuan, on December 7, the heavy snow season, the goose feather snow around Hujia Village was very fierce.

The village chief, Hu Batian, had a pipe in his mouth and his fine white warm winter coat, and pushed open the door of his house with one hand. Seeing that the snow outside the door seemed to be going to fall for several days, he put on a hat and went out.

Hu Batian, the village chief who walked out of his house, wandered around Hujia Village with nothing to do. Because he was so obese, he looked like a large snowball of smoke rolling slowly on the road in the village.

After a while, the village chief Hu Batian slipped to the entrance of the academy at the east end of the village, which was different from his usual behavior of looking down on poor scholars.

It is said to be a academy, but in fact, it is just a place with a big bowl mouth, which is shabby, but it has an elegant name - Inverse Entropy Academy.

This is all because Hu Wenyu, the teacher in the academy, wanted the children in the village to know virtue and etiquette, so he paid for the construction of this humble room for the purpose of preaching and teaching and solving doubts.

Hu Batian, the village chief who slapped the snow off his body, walked into the academy softly. When he saw Mr. Wen Yu who was bowing his head on the podium and correcting the children's homework, he twisted his fat body from side to side and walked towards Mr. Wen Yu.

The village chief, Hu Batian, walked slowly in front of Mr. Wen Yu, casually brought the broken children's wooden bench to sit down, and knocked his hand on the wooden bench, the long-mouthed pipe that had been wet and extinguished by the snow.

"Mr. Wenyu, how have you been doing lately?" asked the village chief Hu Batian with a light smile.

Seeing that the village chief Hu Batian came to the Inverse Entropy Academy, Mr. Hu Wenyu hurriedly stopped writing to receive him.

"Everything is fine! I wonder why the village elder came to the humble house?" Mr. Wen Yu asked, getting up.

Suddenly, the village chief Hu Batian's face sank, and the smile on his face disappeared.

"Why? Dare to ask the village chief's house about the coming and going, in your academy, have the upper house tiles been removed?" the village chief Hu Batian looked at the roof that was not defective, got up and asked Mr. Wen Yu angrily.

Hu Lai and Hu are the two sons of the village chief, Hu Batian, who is stubborn. The two relied on the fact that they were the village chief Hu Batian, the son of a dream dynasty official, so they ran rampant in the township and played with the teacher.

"No, the two little sons of the village chief are just a little stubborn. If the villains are given more persuasion, they will surely achieve something in the future. I wonder why the village elder said this?" Mr. Wen Yu asked aggrievedly.

"Persuasion?The red and swollen face of the second son of the village chief is what you call persuasion?" The village chief Hu Batian couldn't suppress his anger, and asked viciously by pulling Mr. Wen Yu's collar.

"Village Chief! The villain has never slapped the two Linglang in the face, so there must be a great misunderstanding in this. Mr. Wen Yu felt that he was a thousand times more wronged than that Dou E, and begged for mercy from the village chief.

Suddenly, the boy who was wiping the children's tables and chairs on the side covered his mouth and snickered.

After seeing that Mr. Wenyu found out, the young man immediately put away his laughter and continued to wipe the dilapidated tables and chairs that were covered in children's snot.

Seeing this, Mr. Wen Yu thought to himself, this must be another disaster caused by that stinky boy.

I saw that the snickering young man was not very tall, his clothes were very thin, and his body was even more skinny. Looking at his immature and youthful face, it is not difficult to guess that the young man is about fifteen or sixteen years old.

The snickering boy is named Hu Hanyan.

In the eyes of everyone in Hujia Village, the young man was just an orphan without a father or mother, and no one loved him. Although he still has an official post adoptive father Hu Yanting in Shangguan, it is better not to have it.

Why?

Since Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post who is now in Shangguan, only cares about looking for flowers and willows in Qifeng Pavilion in Shangguan every day, but allows the poor boy to fend for himself at home in Hujia Village, without asking. Moreover, every few days, he would return to his home in Hujia Village and ruthlessly take away all the copper coins that the hard-working boy earned from his miscellaneous work in the village academy.

"Sensei is talking nonsense about useless nonsense with the village chief, the village chief's beloved son, who was beaten in your academy. According to the laws of the Dream Dynasty, you should be fully responsible. However, the village chief is kind-hearted, and it is not good to embarrass you too much because you are a weak scholar. Then you will compensate the village chief for ten taels of silver, what do you think?" the village chief Hu Batian took a puff of the pipe that had been lit again, and asked Mr. Wen Yu in a consultative tone.

Mr. Wen Yu glanced at the hard-working young man who was wiping the children's tables and chairs. He found that his hands were badly frostbitten, and he was very distressed, so he bore the consequences of this evil for him.

"Hey, that's it! The villain is willing, and the villain will go and get the ten taels of silver for you, the village chief. Mr. Wen Yu said.

The young man who overheard all this on the side wanted to confess to the village chief Hu Batian, it was Hu Tian and Hu Di who he was playing tricks on, and he had nothing to do with Mr. Wen Yu.

I saw the young man put down his hand to wipe the wet cloth on the children's table and chair, and walked slowly towards the village chief Hu Batian.

Suddenly, just when the young man was one step away from the village chief Hu Batian, Mr. Wen Yu hurriedly stood in front of the young man and presented ten taels of silver to the village chief Hu Batian.

When the village chief Hu Batian reached out to take the silver taels, he wanted to leave the Inverse Entropy Academy as soon as possible and go to the Fengqi Pavilion in Shangguan to look for flowers and ask for willows. He found that Mr. Wen Yu's thin hands were holding on to the silver taels, and he was unwilling to let go for a long time.

"Mr. Wen Yu, this village chief asks you, do you want this silver tael, or do you want your inverse entropy academy?" the village chief asked in a weird way.

Hearing the words of the village chief, Mr. Wen Yu, who was reluctant to do anything, reluctantly let go of his hands that were clasped with silver two. After all, this inverse entropy academy is his life's work, and the silver is gone, and he can earn it again. If the Inverse Entropy Academy is gone, he will not be able to survive in the world.

The village chief Hu Batian accepted the silver taels, felt very satisfied, and hurriedly left the Inverse Entropy Academy. I saw him driving his own carriage, tirelessly beating the horses, wanting to rush to the beautiful Shangguan Qifeng Pavilion as soon as possible, and have a happy night.

Here, Mr. Wen Yu, who lost the silver taels, has recommitted his old illness, coughing and coughing.

Another teacher of the Inverse Entropy Academy, the only son of Mr. Wen Yu, Hu Wuzhou. When he heard the cough, he hurriedly brought his father a hot potion and persuaded him to drink it while it was hot.

After drinking the potion, Mr. Wen Yu was much more comfortable. He looked up at the boy who was still wiping down the table and chair, and found that the table and chair that had been wrapped in the child's snot had been completely renewed.

"Alright, children's tables and chairs, you've wiped them clean enough. After receiving these five copper coins, you can quickly go to the restaurant and buy a few steamed buns to wrap your belly!" Mr. Wen Yu said to the young man with five copper coins in his hand.

"Got it!" the young man put down the wet cloth in his hand to wipe the children's table and chair, and walked quickly to Mr. Wen Yu.

After receiving the copper coin, the young man did not listen to Mr. Wen Yu's persuasion and bought some hot white flour steamed buns to satisfy his hunger. Instead, he walked straight to the house of Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, and prepared to put all the copper coins he earned in the broken jar.

Why?

Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the young man's official post, set a death rule for him, and all the copper coins earned by doing chores in the village academy must be handed over to him, otherwise the young man will have nowhere to sleep.

"Father, the son sees that you are the right person with good intentions, and the young man is like a stone-hearted person, how can he know your good intentions! But what about him! Every time he received the copper coin, he never even said a word of thanks to you, and my son really felt unworthy for you!" said Mr. Hu Wuzhou to his father.

"All this, the young man, he knew. But he didn't want to, but he said it with his own mouth and listened to it for his father, but his father was willing to wait until the day when he was willing to tell his father with his own mouth. Mr. Wen Yu looked at the door of the Inverse Entropy Academy and said earnestly to his beloved son Huwu Zhou.

Seeing that his father was so persistent, Mr. Hu Wuzhou stopped persuading.

Suddenly, Mr. Wen Yu thought back to this cold and snowy place, and the hard-working young man was still thinly dressed. Within a few days, he would be frozen, and he would be distressed.

"Wu Zhou, quickly help up for your father! That young man, on such a cold day, is still wearing only a thin dress. That's not going to work, he's going to get sick from the cold. Mr. Wen Yu instructed his beloved son Hu Wuzhou.

"Father, I am your own son, why do you care so much about that orphaned boy?" asked Mr. Hu Wuzhou, jealously.

"Wu Zhou, a poor young man, do you have to be jealous of him? The ancients Zeng Yun said that if you are poor, you will be good to yourself, and if you are good, you will help the world. Is it worth your jealousy to be so jealous of being a father who cares for you and gives him a little care?" said Mr. Wen Yu.

"Father, the child is wrong, do not be angry. Your health is the greatest concern for your child. The child assures you that he will never be jealous of anyone again. Mr. Hu Wuzhou saw that his father was so disappointed in himself, so he admitted his mistake and said.

"If that's the case, then great!" Mr. Wen Yu sighed.

Mr. Wen Yu, who returned to the bedroom, lit the candle and rummaged through the wardrobe. After a while, he picked out a few pieces of his own thicker and shabby clothes, ready to be cut.

Although Mr. Wen Yu is old, his eyesight has deteriorated a lot, and he is no longer skilled in needlework, even his hands that were once strong and powerful have become skinny. However, in this harsh winter season, his heart is warm, and he wants to bring this warmth to the hard-working young man through a warm winter clothes.

So, Mr. Wen Yu endured the pain of being pricked by the tip of a needle countless times, and spent a night by the candle flame, and finally cut a warm winter dress about the size of the young man's body.

The woods are deep and secluded, wild deer appear and disappear from time to time, and so do people's hearts.

At night, the young man who returned to the house of Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, found that his adoptive father was drinking at home, and knew that he must have spent all the silver taels on his body in Qifeng Pavilion in Shangguan.

The young man knew that after Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, was drunk, he liked to whip him the most, so he wanted to smear oil on the soles of his feet and slip away. Unexpectedly, as soon as the young man turned around to leave, he was grabbed by Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, picked it up, and fell heavily on the cold and hard ground.

Looking at the five copper coins that fell on the ground, Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, was very dissatisfied, so he kicked the young man on the ground viciously.

"Stinky boy, you still want to run! Lao Tzu has worked hard to raise you for fifteen years. It's good that you only gave Lao Tzu this whole day to earn this mere five coppers, and you say how wasteful you are!" Hu Yanting, the official post's adoptive father, scolded angrily.

I saw that the hard-working young man did not resist, but instead shrunk his body into a ball, and let his official adoptive father Hu Yanting kick him in various ways.

Why?

It was only because of the fifteen years of days and nights that the poor boy had already become accustomed to these beatings. He knew very well that if he resisted, he would inevitably be beaten even more severely by Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post.

After a long time, Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, was tired from kicking, so he sat down on the mattress, panting heavily.

"Stinky boy, you're going to tire Lao Tzu to death, get here!" Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, scolded the scaly young man on the ground.

The young man on the ground was speechless in pain, but he didn't dare to disobey the order of Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, so he had to use the only strength in his body to slowly crawl towards the feet of his adoptive father Hu Yanting.

There are ten letters in this package, you send them to Shangguan for Lao Tzu and hand them over to the official post there. Within three days, if you can't send it, come back, and Lao Tzu will kill you. If you, the first waste in the land of Kyushu, really didn't arrive on time, you shouldn't come back to see Lao Tzu, and die outside for Lao Tzu!" said Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, pulling the young man's collar.

As soon as the words fell, Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, fell drunk on the bed and fell asleep snoring. He didn't need to hear the young man's yes or no, the boy had to say yes so that he could continue to sleep here in the future.

Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the hard-working young man's official post, was a Hujia Village official post of the Dream Dynasty, responsible for transmitting the correspondence between Hujia Village and Shangguan.

Shangguan is the superior county of Hujia Village, with a large population and a developed economy. Therefore, in Hujia Village, some enterprising men will go there to develop themselves.

Hujia Village is a hundred miles away from Shangguan. In this icy and snowy land, let a thinly dressed fifteen-year-old boy go alone, the ruthless adoptive father of the official post Hu Yanting was afraid that he really wanted to let the hard-working young man freeze to death on the way.

What's more, this 100-mile road is not a broad road. Instead, there is the Thunder Cliff where there are many bandits, the Mingyue Cave where there are thousands of ghosts and monsters, the Sword Spring where the mountain sword cultivates in the abyss, and the countless graves in the cemetery.

Take it to the chest of Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, the shriveled package containing ten letters. The young man thought to himself, if you go, you will die, and if you don't go, you will die, so it is better to go out and fight hard, in case you are lucky enough to survive!

After Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, took off his boots, untied his clothes and pants, and let him lie comfortably in the futon. The boy picked up the five copper coins scattered on the ground and stored them all in a broken clay bottle. Those five copper coins may not be anything to Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post. But for the poor boy, it was the result of his hard work, and those copper coins were no longer just copper coins, but the blood and sweat of the hard-working young man. After blowing out the candle, the young man curled up in the futon with his bruised body, and went to sleep.

In his sleep, the young man said to himself: Hu Han Yan, even if you are full of pain, you must work very hard to survive. Because only if you survive, you will have the opportunity to prove to Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, that you are not the first waste on the land of Kyushu in his mouth. Struggle!

In the early morning of the next day, every family in Hujia Village was busy with their own meals.

After simply sorting out his bags, Hu Hanyan said goodbye to Hu Yanting, who was still sleeping with his adoptive father Hu Yanting, who was still asleep.

After opening the door, Hu Han Yan was shivering by a gust of cold wind. At this time, he really wanted to go back and continue to burrow into the warm bed. However, when he turned around and saw Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post on the bed, he immediately broke off his thoughts of digging his own grave.

Suddenly, under the footsteps that Hu Han Yan had just taken, he saw a patchwork of thick clothes. Because he was thinly dressed at this time, he didn't care who put it, so he picked it up and put it on his body.

For a moment, Hu Han Yan felt warm, and after he looked carefully, he found that the thick clothes were the right size for him.

Since there were not many snowflakes falling on that dress, and it was not wet by the rain and snow, it must have been put by a person who knew Hu Hanyan's work and rest quite well.

Hu Han Yan naturally knew all this, but he didn't want to tell that person. He didn't have to worry about the cold weather, but he suddenly felt refreshed, and strode towards the entrance of the village.

When passing by the Inverse Entropy Academy, Hu Han Yan stopped. He stood at the gate of the academy, looked into the courtyard, and when he found that he was looking at Mr. Wen Yu, who was teaching the children in the village, he left in a hurry.

Looking back, after looking back at the icy and snowy Hujia Village, Hu Han Yan pulled the thick new clothes on his body, and he found that it was good to be booed and asked for warmth.

Out of Hujia Village, I knew that there were only three days and a hundred miles of danger. Hu Hanyan didn't dare to delay for a moment, so he hurried forward tirelessly.

Late at night, at the foot of Thunder Bluff.

The cold and hungry Hu Han Yan came to the foot of the Thunder Cliff. He was horrified to see the countless bones on the side of the road. He wanted to bypass Thunder Cliff, but he searched around, but there was no other way.

Helpless, Hu Han Yan had no choice but to try to climb over this steep Thunder Cliff.

It is said that the bandits on the Thunder Bluff are different from ordinary bandits, they only rob tombs, not passers-by. It's just that the thief Yin Liubei is different from them tomb robbers. He would rob a passer-by and throw him into the tomb he had just stolen to serve as his scapegoat.

Fate, wonderful!

Hu Han Yan cautiously climbed halfway up the Thunder Cliff, but he happened to encounter the thief Yin Liubei, who had just come out of the thief cave.

Although Hu Han Yan didn't want to admit it, the moment he saw the thief Yin Liu, he was already a dead man.

The name of stealing the saint Yin Liubei, who kills people like hemp, is very loud. The local government of the Dream Dynasty has been wanted by him on the land of Kyushu for a long time, and even such a remote Hujia village has posted a vicious portrait of him.

Seeing a ready-made scapegoat to be slaughtered, the thief Yin Liubei was overjoyed. I saw him put down the heavy property he had just stolen on his back, and sat on the stones to rest, playing with his sharp dagger.

"Little brother, don't you need to do it yourself, right?" asked the thief saint Yin Liubei with a light smile.

Seeing this scene, Hu Han Yan was frightened, and his right hand clenched the Jue Soul Ying Zhu in his pocket.

"Thief Saint Hero, how about talking about a pen deal?" Hu Han Yan said calmly.

"This is really a big joke! What deal can you talk about when you are dying?" asked the thief saint Yin Liubei with a wild laugh.

"Jue Soul Yingzhu, I don't know the thief saint hero, are you interested in this business?" Hu Han Yan took out the Jue Soul Yingzhu in his pocket and asked tentatively.

"What? Say it again, but the thief didn't hear it clearly. Yin Liubei, the thief who couldn't believe his ears, suddenly stood up and asked with a serious face.

"Jue-soul-ying-zhu," Hu Han Yan read aloud word by word.

"Stinky boy, this thief saint tells you, don't want to deceive this thief saint. That immortal thing has disappeared for a long time, so you might as well die obediently!" said the thief saint Yin Liubei.

Anyway, the thief Saint Yin Liubei clenched the sharp dagger in his hand and stabbed at Hu Han Yan with all his strength.

Hu Han Yan, who reacted instinctively, immediately used the Jue Soul Ying Zhu in his right hand to resist the extremely sharp dagger.

Suddenly, the two objects collided in one place, and a bright white light appeared, shaking the two of them away.

That dagger was naturally not the opponent of the immortal Jue Soul Yingzhu, and it was burned by the dazzling white light in an instant, and the Jue Soul Yingzhu fell to the ground between the two.

The thief Yin Liubei, who was in pain, touched his injured head, stood up slowly, and looked at the bead on the ground that emitted a bright white light.

"Sure enough, it's that Jue Soul Yingzhu!Stinky boy, where did you cultivate the immortal fate and get this immortal thing?" asked the thief saint Yin Liubei enviously.

Seeing that the thief saint hero had no intention of slaughtering himself, Hu Han Yan stood up holding his injured arm.

"Saint Thief, I said that I was picked up by the stream unintentionally, do you believe it?" said Hu Hanyan.

"Of course I don't believe it," said the thief Yin Liubei.

"Thief Saint Hero, whether you believe it or not, it doesn't matter. I don't know if this priceless immortal can be exchanged for my cheap life?"

"Yes, naturally you can, but don't you regret it?" asked the thief Yin Liubei very curiously.

"Of course you won't regret it, because you are the one who will regret it. In three days, you will beg me to return this priceless immortal object. Hu Han Yan said confidently.

"Haha! You're afraid you're a fool! With this priceless immortal artifact, I can steal all the cemeteries on the land of Kyushu. This is a big joke!" The Thief Saint laughed loudly.

Anyway, the thief Saint Yin Liubei snatched the priceless immortal Jue Soul Ying Zhu from Hu Han Yan's right hand, and played with it carefully.

"Saint Thief, I remember you've heard a big joke tonight, and it turns out it's not a joke. Is this the second big joke you've heard, so sure it's a joke?" asked Hu Hanyan.

"There's a lot of nonsense, and there will be no time in the future!" said the thief saint Yin Liubei.

As soon as the words fell, the thief Yin Liubei escaped into the ground and disappeared.

"This thunder cliff, where there are many bandits, has finally survived without danger. Hu Han Yan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself.

In the early morning of the next day, Hu Han Yan traveled to the sword spring. Because he ran for half the night last night, after waking up, Hu Hanyan felt a very dry mouth. He looked not far away, and saw a spring of water, so he hurried away.

Just as Hu Han Yan took a big gulp and drank half full, several mountain and wild sword cultivators came to stop him from continuing to drink.

"Muddy people! This sword spring treasure land, spiritual spring immortal water, how can you touch such untouchables!" said a mountain sword cultivator with a hideous face.

"Good as water, understand?" asked Hu Hanyan.

Several mountain and field sword cultivators were speechless and at a loss. Although they are not used to seeing such a dirty and muddy person as Hu Han Yan, they know that if they want to cultivate their swords, they must first cultivate their hearts. The last sword immortal predecessor who ascended to the immortal realm once said to them, "One day you have understood the 'goodness is like water', and your sword path cultivation will be near." ”

"The supreme character is like water, and it is surrounded by all things without fighting for fame and fortune. Do not see the world in general, do not compete with the world for a while, do the softest, but can accommodate the world's mind and bearing. Water is the best and softest, the water is dense and dense, the slight is silent, the huge is turbulent, there is no dispute with people, and it contains all things. Water has the virtue of nourishing all things, it enables all things to get its benefits, and there is no contradiction and conflict with all things, and there is no more way of life than this. Hu Hanyan continued.

Several mountain and wild sword cultivators, after hearing this, had an epiphany of the way of the sword, and knelt down to worship this fifteen-year-old boy as a teacher.

"Haha! Yellow-haired boy, listening to a few nonsense words from Mr. Teaching in the academy, you are showing off here, looking for death!" said the great sword master Xuanyuan Langgang Imperial Sword.

couldn't help Hu Han Yan react, Xuanyuan Langgang's Ming Yuan Sword had already pierced Hu Han Yan's heart.

"A few apprentices, what are you waiting for? Could it be that you want to let the teacher dispose of the corpse of the man under the mud?" Xuanyuan Langgang rebuked angrily.

"Don't dare! Don't dare!" several mountain and field sword cultivators said in unison. They simply discarded Hu Hanyan's body in a pile of weeds far away from the Sword Spring and in the graveyards everywhere, and then left quickly.

At noon, near the grave.

The dazzling sunlight shone on every inch of the grave, including Hu Hanyan's corpse.

Shangguan Jingde, a hunter in the mountains, went up to the mountains to hunt, and came across the corpse of Hu Han Yan. He checked the pulse of Hu Han Yan and found that he was still breathing, so he carried him home and healed.

"Am I dead?" asked Hu Hanyan, who was in the Nether Ghost Realm.

"Dead you're big, your heart is on the right side, you're not dead. Even if you really die, I'm afraid that our small Netherworld Ghost Realm will not be able to accommodate you, the Sword Emperor. Let's go back!" the Nether Ghost King said with a wave of his sleeve.

"What is the sword, what is the sword?" asked Hu Han Yan when he woke up from his dream.

"Lie down, don't move! The wound on your chest is easy to open. Shangguan Jingde, the mountain hunter, said comfortingly.

"Ahh

"Little brother, don't get excited, lie down quickly! I am Shangguan Jingde, a mountain hunter near this tomb, you were injured by the Mingyuan Sword of the Great Sword Master Xuanyuan Langgang, but fortunately it was not fatal. As for what you say, what kind of old man with a red beard, I have never seen it. But if you don't drink this bowl of healing medicine, I can assure you that you will definitely become a dead man under the sword. Shangguan Jingde, a mountain hunter, explained.

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Shangguan!" Hu Han Yan took the potion and drank it down.

"Hey, that's right, if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you. After listening to the old man's words, he was as happy as a fairy. Shangguan Jingde said with a smile.

"Uncle Shangguan, I was still in the Sword Spring just now, why am I in the tomb now?" asked Hu Han Yan in surprise.

"The distance between the sword spring and my tomb is quite close, don't be surprised. Judging from what happened to you, don't you know why they abandoned you here?" said Shangguan Jingde, a hunter in the mountains.

"Clear! Clear!" Hu Han Yan said as he touched the sword wound on his chest and recalled the misfortune of Jian Quan.

After recuperating for half a day, Hu Han thanked him and said goodbye, and Shangguan Jingde, a hunter in the mountains and wilderness. There was only half a day left before the agreed deadline for sending the letter to Shangguan, and he no longer rested, and walked forward with his wounds.

In the afternoon, near the yamen of the prefect of Shangguan.

"Shangseki"

Hu Hanyan saw that there was a sign hanging on the city wall, which read. When it finally arrived, he was exhausted, but his heart was full of joy.

The hard work paid off, and at the last moment, Hu Han Yan hurried to hand over ten letters full of family thoughts to the hands of Shangguan Guanyi.

Hu Han Yan can finally breathe a sigh of relief, and now he doesn't have to die. He lay on the roof of the Yamen of the Shangguan Prefect's Mansion and looked at the dazzling sun in the sky. He closed his eyes and imagined how happy he was when he read the letters of his family members in Hujia Village. Suddenly, he felt that today's sun was extraordinarily warm, making him feel warm from the inside out.

Because it was too comfortable, Hu Han Yan stretched his waist. Stretch on the roof, and the consequences can be imagined. His sudden commotion really broke his little waist.

Hu Han Yan fell from the roof and fell impartially on the feet of Meng Yingqiang, the unruly princess of the Dream Dynasty.

"Ahh

After Hu Han fell to the ground, he fell unconscious. Since he was facing the ground, he naturally never met the unruly princess Meng Yingqiang.

Hu Hanyan, who woke up, went back to Hujia Village in a hurry.

Because it was too comfortable, Hu Han Yan stretched his waist. Stretch on the roof, and the consequences can be imagined. His sudden commotion really broke his little waist.

Void cracks, the roof of the Yamen of the Shangguan Prefect's Mansion.

"No, it's wrong, you didn't stretch and fall off the roof. The Wise Master said.

"Then how did I fall off the roof?" asked Hu Hanyan.

"Hu Hanyan can finally breathe a sigh of relief, and now he doesn't have to die. He lay on the roof of the Yamen of the Shangguan Prefect's Mansion and looked at the dazzling sun in the sky. He closed his eyes and imagined how happy the promising young people in Hujia Village were when they read the letters of their families. Suddenly, he felt that today's sun was exceptionally warm, making him feel that the whole sun seemed to be pressed on his face. After a while, he noticed that the sun on his face emitted a foul smell. He opened his eyes and found on his face what was the warm sun, but the droppings of birds. After wiping it off with his hands, he looked at his dirty hands and vomited. He threw the dirt off his hand with all his might, and suddenly his feet became unsteady and he fell off the roof. The Wise Master said.

"Well, I'll admit, it does. Dare to ask who you are?" asked Hu Hanyan.

"Like you, I'm a time traveler. The Wise Master said.

"What are you doing here?" asked Hu Hanyan.

"Sword Emperor, I'll take this Soul Pearl!" said the Wise Master.

"The thief is gone!" said Hu Hanyan.

In the evening, in the back hall of the Yamen of the Shangguan Prefect's Mansion.

"I don't know that Princess Yingqiang is here, and the officials are guilty of crimes!" said Ye Luming, the prefect of Shangguan.

"My father said that you are the most trusted person in him, and this princess has reached the age of marriage, and he said that you can choose the most suitable concubine for me in this Kyushu. However, Princess Ben didn't believe it. This princess has decided to go to the other eight imperial uncles' territories to see which cousin is the princess's future concubine. What should you do with your old man, go back to your father, and don't need this princess to teach you?" Meng Yingqiang, the unruly princess, scratched with her feathers, and the prefect of Shangguan, who was over eighty years old, Ye Luming's feet asked.

"Xiaguan knows, I know, please let Xiaguan go! Xiaguan will return to the emperor, it is that day when the stone is dark and unknown, Princess Yi visited Kyushu all over the world, looking for the future concubine. Ye Luming, the prefect of Shangguan who couldn't cry or laugh, begged for mercy.

"Okay, that princess, thank you here, Grandpa Ming!" Meng Yingqiang finally scratched her feather twice, and the prefect of Shangguan Ye Luming said on the palm of her foot.

Today, the land of Kyushu is ruled by the Dream Dynasty, and the country is called Xiang. When the emperor dreamed of the year, he had no children under his knees, and his only daughter was the barbarian princess Meng Yingqiang.

Yin Ran City, the imperial city of the Dream Dynasty, is located in the center of Kyushu, with a large population and prosperous commerce. The northeast corner is the territory of the prince of the lord for many years, the song is everywhere, there are many entertainment places, ranking first in Kyushu. The southwest corner is the entropy of the prince who dreams of forgetting the year, and there are many literati who are good at criticizing state affairs. The south is the territorial city where the widow prince dreams of returning to the New Year, advocating force and countless generals. To the north is the Hongda City, the territory of the prince Mengwennian, bordering Persia and having a large foreign population. In the west, the city of Oden, the territory of the king of the buttercup dream, is prosperous and rich in real estate. The east is the Jieda City, the territory of the prince of Natong Mengwu year, with many dwarves, weapon manufacturing, and ingenuity. The southeast is the Neer City, the territory of the dream of the prince of Naer, there are many elves and beasts, the forbidden land of the human race, and the exception of the royal family. In the northwest is the Evil City of the Evil Qi of the Dream of the Prince, with giants and fierce spirits, guarding the Great Wall in the north.

So, the barbarian princess Meng Yingqiang instructed the palace maid to take out a map of Kyushu and hang it on the wall. She blindfolded herself with a black cloth and threw darts, where to throw, where to play.

"Princess Qiyu, it's the city of evil spirits, the land of the far north, it's extremely cold, it seems that we need to bring more warm winter clothes for this trip. The personal palace maid Liuli said.

In the afternoon, at the boy's house,

"Stinky boy, it's a big life! Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of Hu Han Yan, looked up and down at Hu Han Yan who was unscathed and said.

"I shouldn't have died, I didn't expect it!" Hu Han Yan grimaced.

"Stinky boy, did Lao Tzu let you sit down? Listen to Lao Tzu! You won't be so lucky this time, Evil Qi City, have you heard of it?" Hu Yanting, the official post adoptive father, kicked over Hu Han Yan, and shouted on the broken wooden bench that wanted to sit down.

"The Great Wall of the North, won't it be the Dream Dynasty that recruits troops to repair the Great Wall, do you want me to join the army for you?"

Actually, I don't want you to go, but the Xifeng girl in Qifeng Pavilion can't do without me, so I have to wronged you. Then I wish you another chance to survive death!" said Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, and laughed.

"Do you need a reason to love someone?" asked Hu Hanyan.

"Don't you need it?" asked the Wise Master.

"Do you need it?" asked Hu Hanyan.

"Don't you need it?" asked the Wise Master.

"Hey, I'm just studying with you, why are you so serious?" said the wise master.

"It doesn't matter if I need it or not, I haven't been contaminated with any worldly love, and I don't want to touch that troublesome thing. Hu Hanyan said.

"Sword Emperor, do you dare to make a bet with the old man?" the wise master suddenly asked with a serious face.

"Why don't you dare, tell me what to bet on?" asked Hu Hanyan.

"I bet you don't dare to go to Zhan Heng City to walk the rivers and lakes, the gambling money is the Jue Soul Ying Zhu in the hands of the Beihai Emperor, do you dare to take this gamble?" The wise master took out the glittering immortal Jue Soul Ying Zhu from his arms and asked Hu Han Yan.

"This gamble, I'll take it, master, you're going to lose!"

With that, both of them disappeared in the hall of the Xuanji Pavilion.

At this time, Hu Hanyan was lying on the mat woven for him by his adoptive father Hu Yanting under the cool bed quilt that Mr. Wen Yu bought for him.

In his sleep, Hu Hanyan let out bursts of laughter, and he thought he was the happiest person in the world.

Suddenly, the Wise Master appeared in front of Hu Han's bed, quietly looking at the sixteen-year-old boy.

After a while, the wise master got tired of seeing the young man, and through his dream, he knew that his next stop would be to walk the rivers and lakes in Filthy Hengcheng. The wise master, who knew that the gamble had been lost, walked slowly to the door and looked in the direction of Zhan Heng City.

"Sword Emperor, what if you win this gamble? The final winner will only be my Wise Master. The Wise Master said.

"Okay! You win. The Wise Master wept.

"With such a vulgar storyline, you can cry, and your tears are too low. Hu Han Yan said with disdain.

"When people get old, their hearts will naturally become softer, people who love each other can't be together, yin and yang are separated, who can withstand this?" said the wise master.

"Okay! Hu Hanyan said.

The gamble between the wise master and Hu Han Yan, Hu Han Yan won, and he got the immortal Jue Soul Ying Zhu as he wished.

After Meng Chengqian's left hand was cut off, Hu Han Yan suddenly appeared in the Happy Forest Tavern. He repaired Meng Chengqian's severed hand with Jue Soul Yingzhu, and searched out the Tianji Stone from the barbaric princess Meng Yingqiang, proving to everyone that Meng Yingqiang stuffed the purse into Meng Chengqian's pocket in advance and returned the innocence of the little handyman.

Because Hu Han was chivalrous and wore a mask, he never met Meng Yingqiang.

Meng Chengqian and Alina fell in love for a long time, and finally got together. The two took over the Happy Forest Tavern, and in order to thank the life-saving benefactor Hu Han Yan, their son was named Meng Xie Yan.

Meng Yingqiang, who was bullied by Hu Han Yan, returned to Yin Ran City in a huff, couldn't eat for a few days, and was full of anger.

Originally, he lived in a purgatory-like chamber, but now he is revered by everyone as the savior of the illusory world, living in the beautiful Valhalla of heaven.

"Ran, do you know that heaven also misses hell?" Fu Huanjing suddenly asked.

"Defeated, write your illusory world canon! This Lingzun doesn't need your reminder, I have my own opinion, and I can deal with the illusory world chores one by one. Lingzun drove away.

Fu Huanjing knew that he couldn't work hard and had strong spiritual power, so he no longer persuaded him to say goodbye and leave.

After a while, Fu Huanjing arrived at the Jingxin Wine Workshop and saw the master who was drinking happily and secretly served Futu.

"Stinky boy, are you deflated? The teacher has already advised you kid, this time and that time, the little deflated third of the little second family, this time is different from the past, and the old persuasion is useless. The Dark Waiter Futu stroked his long beard and smiled.

"Master, what tricks do you have for your old man?" Fu Huanjing asked.

"Doom Poison Body, have you heard of it?" said the Dark Squire Futu.

"The apprentice has never heard of it, and I hope that the old man can tell you a thing or two!" Fu Huanjing said.

Seeing that the beloved disciple didn't know what to ask, he was very stupid, so he turned around and left in great frustration.

Ruan Qingting, a witch in the human world, finally refined a spiritual power potion that can change her voice after a lot of hard work.