Chapter 159: The end of the small year is approaching, and the heroes of the heavy snow day are gathered

It is the twenty-third day of the lunar month again, and the people of the Central Plains have called it a small year since ancient times, and every household sacrifices to the stove king on this day. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Today, the Tongshan faction, the largest faction in the world, is located on the Luopeng Mountain, which stretches for 500 miles. There are many strong winds on the mountain, and it does not stop all year round.

On the day of the new year, snow fell from the sky, and the silver covered with Su Peng.

Since ancient times, there are sayings that this mountain lived in Dapeng Bird 10,000 years ago. Hundreds of people under the mountain suddenly saw that one day Dapeng rose with the wind and soared up to 90,000 miles. Therefore, this mountain is called Luopeng Mountain.

On this day of the new year, on a barren mountain in the Luopeng Mountains that no one has set foot on all the year round, a black tiger climbed up, the head was more than three zhang long, the head was larger than the grinding plate, the claws were as wide as a bull's head, and the shoulder blades to the four legs were all violent muscles.

The black tiger jumped on a rock, shaking his whole body, as if he had lived in a corner for a long time and finally came out, roaring with his head held high, and the sound shook the wilderness.

After the black tiger roared, the tigers in the forest within two thousand miles around were all excitedly raising their heads and roaring. The world doesn't know why, but when they hear the roar of the tigers in the mountains, they are all frightened.

The Tongshan faction, which has been inherited for 10,000 years, is far stronger than the other four major factions under the leadership of the old immortal Bu Jinghong. If it weren't for the recent emergence of a Bliss Sect Master on Lixia Island in the East China Sea, the world would have always thought that the martial arts of the old man who had lived for more than five Jiazi was the best in the world.

Speaking of the old man, when he was young, he was also high-spirited and happy. When he was 100 years old, he teamed up with his best friend Qinglong Douren to break into the righteous and evil sect that the righteous path in the world did not want to provoke, and killed the four demons on the demon sealing platform, and since then the good and evil sect that has been rampant for hundreds of years has disappeared.

At the age of one hundred and seventy, he broke into the Gu Sect in the swamp of Southern Xinjiang alone, and there was no news for several months, and everyone thought that Bu Daxia had sacrificed, but half a year later, he stepped out of the wind in the thousands of miles of mahogany swamp, leveled the Gu Sect, died nine times and lived a life, and the realm flew to the truth by leaps and bounds.

One hundred and seventy-six years old, he fought and killed Yan Jun Xiaoyue, the overlord of the Western Regions.

At the age of two hundred and one, he cleaned up the nine intertwined sects on the rivers and lakes alone, which were more or less inextricably linked with various famous and decent sects, so that even Emperor Wu at that time was not easy to provoke.

At the age of two hundred and six, he forcibly made Emperor Wu Zhao Lingfeng issue an order of Emperor Wu to unite the major faction leaders to surrender to the Mastiff Lord of the Hades Hall.

At the age of 240, he was the first person in the world to improve his martial arts. From then on, whenever there was a burden that Emperor Wu and the major factions could not bear, all of them were borne by Bu Jinghong.

Nowadays, the rest of the famous and decent heads of the family are all the younger generations. The young and promising palm of the Anhua faction shook Qin Xiaofei, and when he saw the old man, he had to smile and call Grandpa Bu with a smile.

With the young children wearing new clothes at the foot of Luopeng Mountain holding incense in one hand and throwing out a small red firecracker with the other, in the crisp explosion, a team of people galloped over.

A golden sedan chair headed by 16 people, the sedan chair driver is dressed in gold, and the person in the sedan chair is not sitting in the Martial Emperor Nangong Splitting the Sky, who else will it be? The other person was Liu Gongqing, a blind man with his head bowed. Next to him was the tall Jiaolong King, who strode over, and there was really no suitable horse to drag his more than 2,000 catties of phoenix.

Next to it is the son of the previous sect master who thinks he is orthodox in Cangcheng, Chen Zhiyuan, a spiritual swordsman. Luo Binlang, the master of the Wind Spirit Sect, condensed his qi into an inch cannon. There is also Fang Weishan, the master of Qingluomen, who has just recovered from a major injury. and the various masters of the rivers and lakes who took refuge in Emperor Wu.

On the top of the Tongshan faction, there are many mountains. It is also the most famous for the Daming Phoenix Hall and the Luopeng Cliff.

"Ruidong, Fuxing, Xiuhe, how is the harvest of the people under the mountain this year?" In front of the Daminghuang store, it was the old man who walked out slowly, and then sat down with the eleven disciples of the old man led by Zhang Ruidong, all of whom were masters of the same generation as the Fulong swordsman and the Qianli Soul Chaser.

"Back to the master, the wind and rain under the mountain are smooth, the harvest of the dealer is good, look at today's snow is not small, Ruixue is a good year, and next year's harvest will not be too bad. Zhang Ruidong said.

The old man smiled and said, "That's good." Fuxing, I heard that just a few days ago, you were already in the same house for four generations?"

Although Zhao Fuxing, whose seniority and martial arts are extremely high in the rivers and lakes, has always regarded himself as a child in front of his master, just like the ignorant hairy child who first saw the hero who came by the wind more than a hundred years ago. When it came to his great-grandson, Zhao Fuxing, who was nearly two hundred years old, was a little embarrassed, and replied with a red face: "Thank you Shizun for worrying, on the nineteenth day of the lunar month, Fuxing did become a grandfather, and I didn't dare to tell Shizun about such a trivial matter." ”

The old man said with a smile: "Hey, among the eleven of your senior brothers, don't look at your age, you are not the oldest, but you are at the forefront every step of the way, the first one has a son, the first one has a grandson, and now, he is the first to become a grandfather, how can such a big thing be said to be a small thing." The eldest son, the eldest grandson, the lifeblood of the ancestors, is the most loved. I am also an ancestor now, how happy I am. ”

The crowd laughed.

The cold wind blew the snow all over the sky, and it was a sight of people freezing to death. But this line of two or three hundred years old people walked around in the wind and snow, chatting about their daily routines, and they couldn't feel the ravages of the wind and snow.

The old man said again: "Shuli, don't forget to shave Xiao Tianchuan's head this year, but don't cut your hair in the first month of the year, making your uncle unhappy." ”

Tian Shuli said with a smile: "Write it down, that mother-in-law had a lot of trouble with me last year, and I won't dare to do it again." ”

Everyone laughed at Tian Shuli, who was most afraid of his wife, afraid that his wife would not be long-hearted, because the brother-in-law came and saw that the old and old Odagawa shaved his head in the first month, and he was a little displeased.

The twelve masters and apprentices walked out of the Great Ming Phoenix Hall and walked towards the Luopeng Cliff.

"Xiuhe, you personally went to invite the people of Wudi City under the mountain to come to Luopeng Cliff to enjoy the snow, I didn't speak, they probably didn't dare to go up the mountain, they have been standing below for a while, this snowy day, how can there be a way to not let guests enter the door. ”

Feng Xiuhe bowed back and personally led people down the mountain to greet the guests.

"Ruidong, from now on, the burden of the Tongshan faction will be picked up by you. When it comes to the next big luck, you are more difficult than me. The old man said as he looked back at Zhang Ruidong with a serious voice, the senior disciple of the head of the sect who had never disappointed him.

Zhang Ruidong is already in the realm of returning to the truth, a rare master in the world, whether it is the state of mind or the realm of martial arts, he is a strong man in the world, but when he heard the words of the master, his eyes were red.

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In the other direction of Luopeng Mountain, dozens of people braved the heavy snow and dust to come, these people are tall, short and short, fat and fat, thin and thin, some are not good-looking, some are suave, some are old, some are vigorous, and some are showy. It's just that at this time, everyone's faces are heavy.

The person at the head, with a thin body and sharp-beaked monkey gills, is none other than the Eternal Day Red Squirrel Hades. Behind him, the heroes of Xinglong Mountain, Tuotuo Ridge, old and young, are all out.

To the south of Luopeng Mountain, two purple and yellow robes came side by side.

Directly east, Qin Xiaofei, Xia Yunhai and the sick ghost who was half buried in the grave walked together.

On the sea of clouds in the west, it is very different from the dullness under the dark clouds, there is a big red that breaks through the sea of clouds in the glow, and it is three hundred miles away from Luopeng Mountain and changes to walking, but this monk walks faster than flying in the sky.

It turned out that in the past month or so, all the masters above the Dao realm could feel the fluctuation of the breath on Luopeng Mountain, which was very obvious, even if it was thousands of miles away, they could feel the fluctuation.

Coupled with the fact that the tigers within a radius of four thousand miles from the Tongshan faction roared all day long, all the old rivers and lakes remembered a rumor. Legend has it that the old man of Jinghong fought and killed the overlord of the Western Regions Yan Jun Xiaoyue with his own strength, and at that time, the overlord of the Western Regions was only half a realm lower than the old man of Jinghong, and no one could kill anyone. The old man made a bet with him, which day Yan Jun Xiaoyue caught up with that half of the realm, and which day reappeared in the rivers and lakes. So Yan Jun Xiaoyue was sealed in the depths of Luopeng Mountain, and the two were in the same mountain range, and they knew each other. The bet of the two of them sealed Yan Jun Xiaoyue for nearly 150 years.

And Yan Jun Xiaoyue's mount is the Black Tiger of the Western Regions.

Although a master can prolong his life, his life will eventually come to an end. The heroes speculated that the time limit for the old man was approaching, and the huge fluctuations in sending and receiving were the precursors, so it was difficult to suppress Yan Jun Xiaoyue.

All the heroes of the rivers and lakes are not worried about the reappearance of the overlord of the Western Regions, but want to send off this predecessor who has been worthy of the rivers and lakes all his life, and this backbone of the rivers and lakes.