The man in the cotton robe waved his hands and gently pulled at a certain point in time, and the two of them instantly arrived at another scene.

A man dressed as a rich man was sitting opposite one person in the backyard of the school, but because of the blur, he couldn't tell who it was.

The man in the cotton robe smiled and said: "That is your husband Kong Xin'an, but if you forcibly pull him into this long river, with his current cultivation, even I will not be able to bear it." ”

He asked instead, "Do you know that rich man?" ”

The young man pondered for a while, nodded and whispered, "It's Shi Dad." ”

The man in the cotton robe stretched out a finger and lightly tapped it into the void, and saw the rich man secretly take out a few ingots of silver from his arms, push them to the opposite side on the table and whisper in a low voice: "Mr. Kong, can you make it convenient and take more care of my jade, if you win a reputation in the future, it will definitely be indispensable for your benefits." ”

The vague figure pushed back Yinliang, and I didn't know what to say, but I heard the man's voice immediately increase a little, "That bullshit Jiang Huai, who lives by begging, can write poems, and that kid in my family can't do anything when he goes home except to eat, and you still say that he has no selfish intentions?

The vague figure got up and reached out to slap it on the table, and without knowing what to say, he brushed his sleeves away.

The young man in white who witnessed this scene immediately gritted his teeth.

The cotton-robed man grinned, also handed out the sword forward, and said with a smile: "Do you think that even if his father is like this, your best friend may not be like this, but have you ever thought that under the influence of the ink all year round, that Pang Yushi really doesn't treat you as a dog?"

"Now you can take this sword and cut off one of his father's arms, not only to release the hatred in your heart, but also to count your brother right, and spare his life, how about it. ”

The young man in white let go of his teeth, still shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "I know better than anyone how the stone treats me, as for these gossips, I can have a clear conscience." ”

"Then look at it again. ”

The man in the cotton robe flicked his sleeves again and walked into the long river, and the two turned around and changed the scene again.

In a mountainous place not too far from Qianping County, a child with red and swollen eyes knelt down in front of a small hill bag, whimpering: "Dad, mother, I'm fine, I am well, I am well fed, warmly dressed, you don't have to worry, and the teacher in our county is willing to take care of my daily meals, and said that as long as I study hard, I will definitely have a great future." ”

He carefully took out a steamed bun from his bosom and put it in front of the mountain bag, clasping his hands together and praying for something.

Jiang Huai had already covered his eyes at this time, he already knew what was going to happen later.

The steamed buns that the boy was reluctant to eat in front of the mountain bag were actually hoisted away by a wild dog.

He picked up a stone and chased it desperately, but he lost a straw sandal, and finally returned barefoot, grinding a blood blister.

The cotton-robed man handed out the ordinary long sword again, and sneered: "Even a dog can bully you, can you really bear it?" As long as you take this sword and erase it with a sword, no matter whether the dog is dead or alive now, it can only be dead, even if he has been reincarnated again, as long as he is not a person who has reached the sky, he can be killed with a sword." ”

Jiang Huai was like a bow and arrow ready to attack, and said in a deep voice: "What are you going to do." ”

The man with deep eyes glanced at the young man quite meaningfully, standing on the long river, stirring the lake water that presented the previous picture with one hand from time to time, and smiled slightly: "It's nothing, I just want you to see what evil is hidden in your heart, and what results you will get in the end." ”

As the cotton-robed man continued to stir the water of the long river under his feet, the picture kept changing, and finally froze on a high mountain.

A figure with a blurred face stood on the top of the mountain, still dressed in white, but the figure was already old.

At the foot of the mountain, there are thousands of people worshipping and shouting, sincerely praying, and thousands of white bones are piled up on the side, which is deeply terrifying.

The old man in white was covered with dark clouds above his head, and the big raindrops turned into sharp knives and kept pouring down all over the mountains, and suddenly there were wails and rivers of blood.

But the real mountain man ignored it completely, turned into the air and left, wandering among the sea of clouds, and finally stopped at a ruined ancient city full of corpses, and in the blood-stained ruins below, a wooden plaque that had hidden the former light faintly revealed the word Shangde.

The rubble around the wooden plaque broke in half, and the ring ruler trembled slightly with the arrival of the vague figure.

The figure took out the ring ruler from the ruins, and as if he had heard something, he burst into tears and whimpered.

As he walked, he bent down from time to time to pick up the scraps, a rusty iron sword with only the hilt left, a small gourd that had a big hole but still smelled of wine, and a piece of jade that had been given to his best friend decades ago and had been carved into it.

From here to the north, there was a sudden thunder, a black-scaled dragon pierced through the clouds and went down, and finally turned into another vague figure and stopped in front of the white-clothed body, spread out his hands and said in a playful tone, "From now on, start reincarnation again, south of the Six Kingdoms, you go to pursue the true peace and good world, and north of the Six Nations, pedestrians are prohibited!"

The white-clothed figure suddenly roared loudly, and before he could hear it, the cotton-robed man who controlled the long river of time could no longer support it, and instantly scattered this picture, sitting cross-legged on the ground, blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth.

In the Pingtian Sword Palace outside the Sword Mountain, a series of figures led by the white-haired sword cultivator gathered in front of the grass house, looking at the flying swords that fell from the mountain one by one, their eyes were full of incomprehension and doubt, and more shock.

Qing Wuji kept looking at the young man who was sitting at the foot of the mountain, his eyebrows furrowed, and his face was full of tears, and he muttered in his heart, "What the hell are you doing this kid." ”

After a while, the man in the cotton robe stood up, although his face was a little pale, but it seemed that there was no major problem, looking at the young man whose face was even paler, and slowly did not return to his senses, he touched his eyebrows, and said indifferently: "What you saw just now, just like I told you before, as long as you hold the sword and erase the person who obliterates the image, you will really die, it is true." ”

He then stood in front of the two of them with one hand, shook his head and said, "No matter how much I can see, I can't tell you, otherwise the cause and effect will be so great that I will die in an instant." ”

The young man with a gloomy expression, how could he not know the familiar ring ruler that could no longer be familiar, the iron sword that he once longed for, and said with a smile: "It's all fake, right, don't tease me, seniors, I won't take the sword." ”

The cotton-robed man sighed, grabbed the young man's palm, lightly sketched out a few small words, and instantly spurted out a mouthful of blood again.

He held the young man's shoulder, couldn't hold on, and said indifferently: "Everyone who lives in this world is born with a struggle, a struggle between the enemy and the enemy, a fight for others, the emphasis on its momentum, a fight for the sky, a fight for the arrogance, a fight for oneself, the emphasis on one's own heart, a drop of water can penetrate the stone, a spark can burn the prairie fire, something as small as a mustard seed may not be able to cause a big disaster, the more you oppress, the stronger the counterattack will be." ”

The man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, showed a trace of pity in his eyes, plucked a strand of hair from the top of his head, and put it in the palm of the young man's hand, "I'm sorry, you can't take any of these tens of thousands of flying swords, but you can use this one first, maybe we will have a chance to meet in the future." ”

He gently pushed his palm against the boy's chest, dissipating into the darkness.

Outside the sword mountain, the flying sword suddenly stopped falling, and the young man at the foot of the cross-kneeled mountain opened his eyes in an instant, and an ordinary long sword made by the market fell from the air on his legs.

He looked out of sight at the top of the mountain and whispered the words he had just written in the palm of his hand.

"After stepping on the mountain, you are hidden in the shadows. ”

Qing Wuji looked at the ordinary long sword in the young man's hand and was shocked, and then looked up, his lips lightly opened, as if he was talking to someone.

After a while, he pursed his lips, his face was quite impatient, he stretched out his hand and dragged the young man in front of him, then turned around, walked to Wan Shanhe and said in a deep voice: "You send him out of here, and then you can do whatever you want." ”

The red-robed young man hurriedly asked, "Why did the master say that?" ”

The white-haired sword cultivator paused, looked up at the sea of clouds, and muttered, "I don't have any thoughts about staying here now, if you practice well, maybe we will have a chance to meet." ”

Without waiting for the young man to ask again, the white-haired sword cultivator rose from the ground and flew to the ancient city wall in one step.

Qing Wuer clasped his chest with both hands like a blue sky, his chest and abdomen seemed to have the strength to swallow a hundred rivers, and he raised his head and said loudly: "Looking at the four seas, who can compete with me in swordsmanship, looking at the six countries from afar, who can safely take my real sword!"

When the white-haired sword cultivator who looked up said the word "true", he seemed to have broken through a shackle somewhere in his body, and ten thousand waves surged around the ancient city wall under his feet, flowing backwards and straight into the sky, and there was a void scene around him, and there was a piece of purple qi fluttering from the east, and an old man with a wrinkled face stood with his back with the same circumference around his chest.

Due to the continuous pouring into this thick wave between the sea of clouds, the land suddenly turned into pitch-black dark clouds, and purple thunder and lightning lurked to greet them, and the thunder was as deafening as a million male soldiers, and the drums and horns rang out in unison, shouting loudly!"

First, a golden light swept away the dark clouds, and then there were patches, mountains, and seas of golden pillars of light that went downward, enveloping a radius of thousands of miles.

Whether it was the Taiping Sword Palace and the others who were closest to here, or those people from the Dragon Martial Kingdom who were far away, they all stared at this.

There are even wild cultivators lurking in the mountains and rivers, kneeling on the ground blankly when the golden light shines, not daring to look up.

Just standing at the head of the city, the sword intent of his body was like a flood spreading out of the white-haired sword cultivator, raised his head slightly, looked at the red-robed young man who was rushing wildly, and muttered in a voice as thin as a mosquito and a fly: "Some things are really not good things if they are not the first to arrive, but it is okay, then I will go and see if it is really a thousand years on the earth, and there is a light in the sky." ”

A glass portal slowly emerged in the golden light, and a huge pillar of light of dozens of zhang shone down from it, completely enveloping the white-haired man.

Qing Wuji waved his hand a little impatiently, and an invisible sword intent suddenly separated the light of traction three feet above his head.

He glared angrily, swept up the sky, and with his shout, the thousands of flying swords that fell off the cliff suddenly followed the man like raindrops and flew to the border of the Dragon Martial Kingdom.

The white-haired sword cultivator didn't know whether to the light above his head or to the man in armor who had blocked everyone in front of him, and shouted in an angry voice: "I have a sword with a unique name, dare to change the sun and the moon into a new sky!"

The thousands of flying swords struck the armor that emitted silver light like a raging storm, and the extremely inconspicuous crack suddenly continued to spread outward.

The tall man named Long San retreated from the air again and again, smashed thousands of mountains, sank in the river and was picked up again, and fell into a jungle, and a willow branch happened to fall down and put it on the abdomen of the man who had opened a big hole in his chest, and the seven orifices were bleeding constantly.

He muttered intermittently in an extremely faint voice, "No one has been able to set foot in the fairy realm again for thousands of years, how did that guy do it..."

The willow branches kept hanging down, and the man closed his eyes a little unwillingly, and was buried in this barren mountain and wilderness in the middle of nowhere.

At this time, the pillar of light became thicker and heavier, and the sky-high sword intent was constantly suppressed by an inch.

The white-haired sword cultivator who stood against the wind, looking at this piece of yellow sand and the tens of millions of miles of mountains and rivers, waved his hand to the dozens of figures on the city wall, and then looked at the top of the sword mountain and then turned to the young man who was carrying his long sword on his back, and finally sighed and said loudly: "Old guys, goodbye, if any old guy dares to come here to make trouble..."

The white-haired sword cultivator was instantly pulled towards the portal by the pillar of light, and a deafening voice spread from high in the sky throughout the entire Shenzhou world.

"There is a sword from the sky!"

As the glass portal closed on its own, the dark clouds gradually dissipated, and the light would shine again tomorrow.

On the top of the ancient city wall, the iron man patted the red-robed young man who was gulping down the wine, looked at everyone, and scolded with a smile: "What are you doing with your face strained, how can such a festive thing as the first person in a thousand years be like a dead father and mother in your eyes." ”

The old man rubbed his hands and looked at Lu Guanshan, who was dressed in green clothes and smiled, looking young but actually an old man, and beckoned: "Old Lu, take out all your private drinks tonight and celebrate for everyone." ”

A thin man in a green robe dancing in the wind changed his previous picking and searching, nodded and said, "Then I will fight until dawn." ”

Everyone then left in a loud noise, as if they had forgotten the amazing momentum just now, and forgot that the white-haired man who was really unique in the world.

On the city wall, one man stood tall, and one fell to the ground, and the same in the difference was a sad face.

The red-robed young man who fell to the ground rubbed his eyes, put his hands under his head and stared blankly at the scorching sunlight.

Jiang Huai, who had picked up a sword again but was clean-headed, sat down cross-legged, took a sip of wine, and asked, "Where are you going to go after that?"

Wanshan River Channel: "Of course, I will continue to stay here, those who don't care, those who have so-called, have not been lying on this city wall to watch things here." ”

He inadvertently glanced at the ordinary long sword behind the young man, and muttered, "Why didn't you even take down the half-immortal soldiers, and what happened when you took the sword, you dropped so many flying swords." ”

Jiang Huai shook his head, "I don't know what grade this sword is, as for what happened just now, I have to think about it carefully." ”

The young man pointed to the place where the man had left, and asked, "Did Senior Qing go to heaven?"

"There is a rumor circulating in the world of China, haven't you heard it?

Wan Shanhe sat up and said: "The sky is 108,000 li, after a hurdle, you can see nine heavens, the earth is 36,000 zhang, after passing a gate, you can see eighteen." ”

He then smiled rather proudly: "My master told me one day when he was drunk that those are true, and he was already qualified to go out of the sky, just for a hand..."

Speaking of this, the red-robed young man stood up instantly, his eyes were fixed on the long sword, and he muttered, "No..."

He turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Senior, is this true?"

A voice immediately came from the heart of the Wanshan River.

"It should be true, it's only one in ten thousand, but it's still comparable to the ground-level best flying sword. ”

The red-robed young man suddenly realized: "So that's the case, but how could he..."

Wan Shanhe shook his head, glanced at Jiang Huai with a little meaning, and said, "Jiang Huai, how did you get this flying sword, can you tell me?"

The young man in white remembered the sad scene of standing alone on the top of the mountain, with thousands of white bones under his feet, and shook his head.

Wan Shanhe didn't ask the bottom of it, but his eyes were still full of shock, and he asked with a smile: "Then where are you going to go after you take the sword?"

"Go back to the academy and go back home. ”

The red-robed young man nodded and did not make any difference to what he had guessed, but when he saw the man pause, he took a sip of wine, pointed to the yellow sand farther in front of him, and said loudly: "If I can't get the answer I want, then I will continue to move forward and go to the front battlefield to have a look." ”

He suddenly remembered something, and suddenly felt less depressed, and said in a low voice: "Maybe I have to go to a place called Dragon and Tiger Sect to have a look." ”

Wan Shanhe pursed his lips and quipped: "There are peach blossoms in full bloom, or a stuffy peach blossom, and the commotion is overwhelming." “

Jiang Huai suddenly took a big gulp and raised his head to drink, put down the wine jar and asked, "Wanshanhe, do you have a favorite girl?"

The red-robed young man clapped his hands and said, "No, no, the sorrowful person who loves and loves is dead." ”

The young man in white said in a low voice, "You won't have a habit of breaking sleeves, right?" ”

Wan Shanhe looked at a fool like a fool, and said angrily: "You have the habit of breaking sleeves, Lao Tzu is so powerful, the bright avenue is at your feet, and no one can like it?" Do you know that a little girl came here to get a sword before, and when she saw me once, she was like a dog skin plaster, and she kept saying that I would not marry, but what kind of revenge did I have, how could I?"

He waved his hand, didn't say any more, and said with a smile: "Forget it, the past is over, besides, the hero doesn't mention the courage of the year, and he is more fierce every day." ”

After saying this, the red-robed young man stood up, gestured to Jiang Huai, and walked towards the group of rough men who were bragging and farting with the wine jar, smiled and took a sip of wine, threw the wine jar into the air, and walked down the city with a smile.

whispered softly in the bottom of my heart: "Respect you, Master Wuji!"