Ningxiang County's Tingtao Villa is well-known in the provinces south of the Yangtze River, and it must be admired for both black and white. In particular, the swordsmanship of the owner Huang Futao is superb, and the cultivation is beyond the world, and the people of the rivers and lakes respect the name of the sword saint.

The most popular thing is that more than 30 years ago, many predecessors such as Tingtao Sword Saint, Youlong Shen Beggar, Plum Blossom Sanren and Ghost Shadow, with the help of Wutai Sword Immortals, killed zombie demons in Qixiaguan in Immortal Ridge, which has long become a legend, and their fame has also been deduced to the peak.

In recent years, Huangfu Tao's cave has penetrated the mystery, and he has gone further, and the true qi of the inner family has entered and exited the realm. Although he is 78 years old, he has rejuvenated himself and regenerated black hair. Such a strange scene has added a good story to the rivers and lakes, and some people speculate that the owner of the Huangfu Village is close to the realm of immortals.

But Huang Futao himself knew that he was still a shallow well frog. Back then, the Wutai swordsman "Outer Heaven Divine Spear" Pang Xian, with one hand to subdue the demon spear method vertical and horizontal, like a wild dragon smashing the sea, the spirit beast clouded leopard swallowed the smoke, and still felt shaken and dizzy.

In order to pursue the ethereal way of heaven, he has now delegated the affairs of the village to his beloved son-in-law Song Lianbi to take care of. It's just that today I had to be pulled out of the retreat by my daughter, because ...... The only grandson, Song Wenbao, actually left a book and ran away, and went to go to King Chuang to do great things.

Looking at the crying daughter in front of him, Huang Futao couldn't help but have a headache, he was almost fifty years old, and he was like a big girl, he couldn't stand up, he was really spoiled by himself and his apprentice.

"Woo woo! Dad! Hurry up and listen to Tao Jian's order and chase Wen Bao back to me!" Huang Fufei tugged at his father's sleeve and looked like a bird. I don't want to think about where the Tingtao Sword Order can be easily issued, it will alarm the real rivers and lakes.

Just when Huang Futao was helpless to be tortured by his daughter, an old servant suddenly reported outside the hall, "Master, there is a Taoist who said that he is your old man, and he came to see him." ”

"What kind of old man, today's big thing is no bigger than Wenbao!" Huang Fufei said domineeringly.

Huangfu Tao also wanted to send people away casually, but the ghost made God ask one more question. "Did he say where he came from?"

Before the old servant could reply, he heard the sound of Lang Lang echoing in his ears, as if someone had a cordial conversation. "Huangfu Daxia has forgotten the old people of Wutai on the Immortal Ridge?"

The Sword Saint, who had always been steady, suddenly got up and shook his body, leaving a series of afterimages, which stunned Huangfu Fei and the old servant. They looked at each other in amazement, wondering what was going on.

The guards at the gate saw a scene that had been rare for decades, and the old owner, who had long since disappeared in front of people, rushed to greet him. You must know that the young Taoist in front of him is only in his twenties! If it spreads, I don't know what kind of turbulent waves it will set off. Which junior can afford such a good treatment?

Pang Xian's voice was transmitted into the secret and dialed slightly. Huang Futao understood everything. Who can transmit the sound from the gate of the villa to the main hall from a distance of several hundred meters? Not to mention that the daughter and the old servant have not been alarmed, I am afraid that only the legendary immortals have such shocking means!

Watching the young man and woman lead an old attendant, Shi Shiran and the owner of the Huangfu Village entered the gate. Everyone present hesitated in their dreams, and their eyeballs shattered. This pair of men and women is not small!

Pang Xian, with respect for the elderly, was half a step behind Huang Futao. It's just that his complacent expression, lined with Huang Futao's caution, is more like the owner than the latter.

When Huang Fufei came in a hurry, he saw Pang Xian's appearance. I was stunned. This appearance has never been forgotten, and often appears in his dreams of chivalry. When he came back to his senses, his eyes widened suddenly. It's been more than 30 years! How can his appearance not be half old, but more mature and charming?

"Miss Huangfu. We'll meet again!" Pang Xian greeted with a smile.

When Huang Fufei saw Yinshu's face clearly, he was suddenly ashamed of himself. Bright eyes and bright teeth, eyes like dawn stars, gentle like a water fairy. For a while, he forgot to answer Pang Xian's greetings.

Huang Futao has long felt helpless about his daughter. Fortunately, he married the eldest apprentice and did not harm his friend's family, but fortunately, his grandson was not as immature as his mother.

I saw the disciples and servants of the mountain villa who were watching by. Pang Xian said cautiously: "Owner, there are important things to discuss here, and please go to a secret place." ”

As the leader of the rivers and lakes, Huang Futao is also used to seeing the world. However, in the face of immortal people like Pang Xian, I always feel that it is not a level of character.

Although Huang Fufei is arrogant and willful on weekdays, he still knows what to do at this critical moment, and he didn't dare to entangle himself when he saw his father leading the "Heavenly Divine Spear" thirty years ago to the secret room. lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and hurriedly went to find her husband Song Lianbi.

Inside the secret room, Pang Xian looked at the indispensable scenes in martial arts novels with great interest. As is customary, there are always some far-reaching events happening here. Untold conspiracies, horrific assassinations, and the plots of the bigwigs behind the scenes. And what is going to happen here today has all the elements of a legend.

"What does the owner of the Huangfu Village think about the last days of this mountain and river?"

Huang Futao chuckled in his heart, looked at Pang Xian's serious demeanor, his face was cloudy, and finally let it go: "Immortal Chief, the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty is dark, and the party is constantly in trouble. Although the saints today have the heart to turn the tide, it is difficult to return after all. The old man sent his disciples to the Quartet, and there will always be a place to stand in the future. ”

Pang Xian breathed a sigh of relief, this is indeed a heart-to-heart statement, and you can talk about it deeply. His face turned solemn and solemn, "Your method is usually very safe, but it's a pity, it's a pity! This time the old things of the Southern Song Dynasty will be repeated." ”

Bang!

It was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day in his mind, and Huangfu Tao staggered backwards, his eyes full of disbelief. After a moment, he asked tremblingly, "What is this......?" How can this be......? They ......"

Even though he was as steady as him, Huang Futao was still speechless for a while. I saw him suddenly take a few steps back, and bowed down and said: "The barbarians outside the Saiwai, the bloody killing, and the occupation of Shenzhou Sheji by them are not the blessing of my Han people!

It's no wonder that Tingtao Sword Saint was confident when he heard it, there have always been many immortals and strangers pointing out the mysteries, and the deeds of Yuan Tiangang and Liu Bowen have been recited in ancient and modern times. And he was very sure that the person in front of him was a real sword immortal.

Pang Xian lamented that even the wisest minds would not have imagined how solid the Manchu rule would be in the future.

"Owner, please hurry up!" As soon as Yun Jin was shocked, he threw Huang Futao on the seat in the air, which made him even more shocked. Now that he has entered the realm of heaven and man, he still can't figure out the root of the Wutai Sword Immortal, and the gap between himself and him seems to be even more distant.

"It's not that the poor road doesn't want to go out of the mountain, it's just that the immortal killing will come soon. Our immortal fighting method is even more cruel, and if you move, you will seal the heaven and the earth, refine the world, and make people lose their shapes and spirits. I also have to think about the inheritance of my master, not to mention ......"

Pang Xian raised his head and sighed, and said pessimistically: "We immortals must not be detached, and we don't know what kind of miserable situation we will fall into in the future." ”

Huang Futao's mind was chaotic, and he was stirred by Pang Xian's leaked heavenly opportunity. Suddenly, he said viciously: "The old man is out of the way, so he will go to seek refuge in King Li Chuang of Shaanxi, no matter how he has to fight for my Han family!"

"Hmph!" Pang Xian sneered: "Then Li Zicheng is short-sighted, and once he gains power, he will be content with pleasure. If there is no invasion by foreign enemies, it may not become another Ming Taizu, but it is too late now!"

Looking at the pale face of the Huangfu Zhuang, Pang Xian threw out the purpose of coming, "In the southern Xinjiang area, tens of thousands of miles of mountains and mountains are mixed, the flood is unsecluded, and the luck is undecided, which is the most suitable for reversing yin and yang and covering up the heavens. ”

"The Poor Dao Dojo stands in Lianping Mountain, although it has no ability to change the destiny of heaven, but it can still be done to protect the southward movement of the Huaxia lineage and reestablish the country. ”

Huang Futao's eyes lit up, and he saw a ray of light in despair.

Then no one knew what they were talking about, and it was only in the middle of the moon that the door to the secret room was reopened, and Huang Futao was full of fighting spirit in his tiredness. Song Lianbi and his wife waited outside for a long time, and they were not impatient.

The haze in Pang Xian's heart for days has also been dispelled a lot, and at this important turning point in history, he always has to do something to feel at ease.

Seeing Huang Fu Fei, who wanted to speak and stopped, Pang Xian smiled and said: "Huangfu Woman, Ling Lang's matter is well known, according to my estimation, there will be a relationship with me in the near future, you just have to obey your father's orders!"

After that, an auspicious cloud pierced through the sky, and the mist was pervasive, holding Pang Xian and the three of them rising, and leaving endless legends for this place.

............

Four hundred miles away from the Yunling, Pang Xian was driving the clouds and flying away, and suddenly a pulling force rose below, and he had to press the cloud head.

But I saw that the cold mountain was lonely, dark and dim, and a monk with bright starry eyes, cold light, beautiful face, and abundance was walking alone under the moon. One step at a time, the white monk's robe, which is as thin as the wings of a cicada, flutters like a flowing wave, and the style is pleasant, not ordinary.

This situation is evidenced by a poem: "The cold branches hang the remaining leaves, the lonely moon reflects the jackdaw; the cold forest locks the secluded path, and the lone monk leans on the cane; the steps are swaying in the frost, how can he be a lonely dark city; the shadow of the toes is marked, and the touch is empty." (To be continued.) )