The young man swung his sword and broke the green silk, and the wind was blowing quickly.

The Taoist priest turned his body, and without waiting for the man with happy eyebrows to raise his sword, he raised his sword and raised it horizontally. He pinched the secret between his fingers, recited the true chapter, and without waiting for the swift sword that came like a raging fire to wipe the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, he was ten zhang away in an instant. He stretched out his hand and made a straight move, his hand smeared the sky with thunder, and his posture swayed, undulating.

At that time, the spirits were expressive, drunk and flowing, smiling and watching the red clothes roll up the flag, and dancing alone all night. But now that he is alone, the sea is flat, and the countries are adrift, how can it be a blessing!" He bowed his head and muttered, his eyes worried. Thinking of the woman with bright eyes and bright teeth, two lines of tears unconsciously hung on the corners of her eyes.

Tears glistened and sad.

In the distance, hundreds of lights are flickering, swaying, and smoke is burning in the corners. There may be a man who gets up in the middle of the night and tightens the quilt on his body and tightens the corners of the quilt for his wife and children, or there is a man who looks for a street corner that is not very cold and windy, and drifts in heavy rain and sleeps melancholy. The sound gradually stopped, and the bells and drums were cold.

Heavy rain drifted, thunder frightened. The arc of light like a silver snake wandered between heaven and earth, waking up countless people in their sleep. It's just that in this bleak night, in the dim world without much moonlight, the woman with bright eyes and bright teeth will never be seen again. I will never see her shallow smile again, I will never see her gentle smile on her face again, and I will never see her shadow that made him fall into the devil's path for a while.

The Taoist priest couldn't bear to look at it anymore. Holding the thunder in his hand, he split it with one palm, the wind was loud, and the grass was low. The candlesticks were extinguished, and there was silence in the town.

The night was dull and dull.

Since the charming woman has a successful move, she naturally does not leave any room, and the white-scaled python flows through the water, which can intercept the mountains and seas. The body of the snake that is more than ten feet long wanders between the wind and rain, hanging down the huge snake head, grinding its teeth and allowing blood, eager to try.

Wen Zhiliang was stunned, bowed his head and couldn't speak.

"Carved fence jade, yesterday is not today. The Taoist priest who was silent stretched out his slender fingers to volley into the void, and the Taoist brilliance flowed out from his slender fingertips, like a light shining and the moon shining.

The lights are on and off, and the view is endless.

The white-scaled python crossed the forest and roared down.

"Dao Chief, the infatuation in the world is just looking back at the sea for a moment, and the blessings and misfortunes are not the heart of the ape, so why should you be persistent. The serpent's voice was soft, and its long tail flicked down, breaking the gold and cracking stones.

Its eyes twinkled, like autumn water.

"The sun and the moon, mountains and rivers, the scenery of hundreds of rivers. ”

"The evil devil is outside, how can I know my intentions. The Taoist priest's face turned purple, he shouted angrily, and the sky was lightning and thunder, which made it even more stormy.

The real person is angry, and the Tao is Bodhi.

He muttered, "I can no longer see her soft smiling face, no more swaggering green silk." I can no longer see her wearing a yellow dress and riding a fast horse, and I can't see her old clothes on the side of the stream cliff. ”

"These, I can't see Wen Zhiliang anymore, I can't see it anymore. The Taoist priest smiled miserably, stretched out his fingers to hook the broken green silk, and the light between his fingers was extinguished, and the true qi came out, shining like a purple temple all around.

"Do you want to cut off the three corpses and break your own grip?" The silent old man suddenly raised his head and looked at the Taoist priest with a bleak face. He really wanted to beat the water dog once when he was in a trance, but he felt that if he moved forward so abruptly, he really didn't dare to take it. But looking at the Taoist priest who whispered to himself, he had the demeanor of breaking his own grip with a sword, if he regained the foundation of the Great Dao. He found something unacceptable.

Why did you interrupt Lao Tzu's qi cultivation with a tantric rune of the Heavenly Master Dao, and asked Lao Tzu to watch you feather and ascend to immortal.

The old man did not hesitate, and kicked the ground with both feet, as fast as a string.

He rushed quickly, and before he could quickly get out of the way of the many points of light that were blocking the road in front of him, the old man's steel-cast body had already knocked over many points of light.

The screams rang out one by one, and before he reached the Taoist priest, he was already mottled in plain cloth while wearing a scribe's robe. Without waiting for the Taoist priest holding the vast heavenly thunder in his hand, he raised his sword and slashed at him. The vine leaves entwined between the old man's fingers swung down at the Taoist priest.

The momentum is like a strong wind, and it is as vast as a sea of smoke.

"Wen Zhiliang, if you want to get the foundation of the Great Dao, you will cut off the stubborn and stupid thoughts, but Lao Tzu will not give you this opportunity. I just want to suppress your cultivation, and I want to block your Heavenly Dao foundation, so that you, a true immortal who lives in poverty, will never be able to climb the height of Zhao Qingfeng. His expression was frenzied, and his eyes were red. Obviously, the jade is burning.

The woman who painted the snake could not have imagined that this would be the result. She was a little annoyed.

The snake's head was raised lightly, and the chill was gusting.

Yuan Kuanliang squatted in the distance, silent. He hung his head silently, thinking of the woman in the red dress, unwilling to look up or look back. Even if it can be said that there is no day to see each other at this time, and there is no time to look back, he still doesn't want to look up.

"The young man is in charge, how many times she has met the red clothes! ”

The man was sad and addicted to it.

Zhang Xu, who was standing on the sidelines watching the battle, was hot in his heart, watching the immortals in the world stretch out their hands to pick up the mighty power of the thunder, looking fanatical and obsessed with it.

He was on fire. I wanted to rush out, but looking at the style of such a fairy fight, it was difficult for him to take a step, and he felt that his cultivation was really a bit of a firefly competing with Haoyue. So he had to stand honestly in place, fantasizing about what kind of demeanor and momentum he would have if he could climb such a great avenue one day.

When the man thought about it, he didn't dare to think about it anymore, and when he looked back, he happened to see the brilliant scene of the Taoist priest's fingertips wrapping around the thunder and opening the sky with a sword.

This formula is its name. ”

Wen Zhiliang's figure moved slightly, raising his sword to shake.

"This is really a fucking immortal!" Zhang Xu cheered excitedly, unable to restrain himself.

Wen Zhiliang's momentum was blocked, and he did not rush against the waves, but rose to the challenge, but gathered his strength and solved the immediate crisis first.

A sword stretches for 800 miles.

The old man smiled maniacally, and his eyes were red. Coming in a rage.

Although there is a distance of dozens of zhang between a person and a demon, with his more than a thousand years of cultivation, such a distance is only a moment for mortals to look back.

Where the two fought each other, they were arrogant and rolled wildly. The grass is low, and the sawdust flies.

The Taoist priest retreated and stopped, not in a hurry.

The avenue is sharp, and it is a business that has to be inch-inch. Heaven and earth are destined to open a line, except for those who are destined, how can many monks who cross the river climb the edge of the avenue.

It's just a scramble. Fight with the sky, fight with the earth, fight with others, and fight with yourself.

Every inch of land counts!

The Taoist fingertips are agitated with silver energy, and the arc swims away, like a small snake spitting letters, smart and well-behaved. His green silk floated up, covering the corners of his mouth dripping bright red.

When he exhaled a little and filled his heart, he raised his eyes to look at the white-haired old man who was worse than him. It seems that at this moment, he is back to the Taoist priest who can deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors without saying a word, and can turn all beings upside down without saying a word.

The old man's bleak face was even more bleak, and the return date was uncertain. The skin that originally looked like a baby was chapped inch by inch, and the fingertips exposed the cold white bones.

"In the past, there was a river in Great Xia, and its name was salamander water. Legend has it that every time in the spring season, there will be giant salamanders against the water, climbing the peak rock, jumping over the rock resistance. Seek things and eat, find classics and live. Salamanders and so, let alone people. He was stunned, and then laughed again.

"Ordinary rice can raise thousands of people"

Stratus clouds are flying, and the wind is gusting. When the surroundings gradually calmed down, only the Taoist priest with his sleeve robe stirring and windy remained.

The night was long, and there was no reply.

The rest of the demons glanced at each other and looked at each other.

"The white head is gone, then we ......" The woman's lips and teeth opened and closed, as if she was a little indescribable about the words she was about to say.

The young man in white looked at the Taoist priest whose sleeves were dusty but still had a dusty temperament, gritted his teeth with hatred, and finally had no choice but to retreat.

The ground is full of wreckage, and the ground is full of messes. The boy could only see a thick layer of branches and leaves, stems, and many snakes and rats piled up in one place, and nothing else.

The Taoist priest didn't chase after him, but turned his eyes and looked at the young man who had met him several times, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and gently bowed his head at the young man who was shyly shrunk when he was discovered.

"You can give you the ...... I gave you" Wen Zhiliang's body changed, and before he knew it, he was close to the young man and asked loudly.

The young man tightened his sleeves, protected the girl behind him, trembled his lips, slurred, and was speechless after all.

The Taoist priest waved his robe lightly and turned away. I could only hear the white robe in the wind.

"Hey, Li Zhiyu, do you know why he didn't wear a black robe and changed to a white robe. The girl asked, her eyes full of doubt.

Without waiting for the young man to answer, he finally waited for this rare immortal in his life to finish fighting, and the old demon who had been lying on the ground and had not dared to speak let out a long sigh of relief, and hung his head and snickered with joy.

"Such a catastrophe will not die, and I will escape in the hands of the immortals, I, I ......" He trembled his lips with excitement, and finally spat out the second half of the sentence.

"There must be a blessing!"

It's just that when the words were finished, a snow-bright long sword fell from the nine heavens, and the flames were shining. A large tree turns into fly ash.

"Master once said that there are four big trees in the forest, one shades the sun, one keeps out the rain, one is wishful, and the other is round. Today, I still spare your lives and cultivate, and I hope you will wash away your sins, and don't miss the opportunity. The voice was mighty, and it was silent for a long time.

"Little layman, although the cultivation of the poor road is far inferior to the master, but he knows a lot about feng shui, and there may be no day to meet today. The poor road should make up for the past mistakes a little, and only send you a word. Don't be negative for yourself, but for others. He suddenly laughed, and he couldn't hear the slightest sound.

Let's talk about Zhang Haiju, the younger brother Zhang Haiju who sighs day and night in Yanhai County, he has been very helpless recently. Those Yuhuanyan thin girls were not only not intimidated by the son-in-law who seemed to have changed a person, but showed an increasingly violent trend. In particular, the young ladies of the Zhang family and the Li family were in front of the blacksmith shop on time every day, just to ask to see him.

provoked the young man to go out every day to find some pig iron raw materials, he had to look carefully around and make a decision. Such things have naturally become a beautiful talk in Yanhai County.

Time is long, every time in the middle of jokes, two men who drink in addition to striking iron in the sunny afternoon, leaning on the back of the chair to spend a leisurely time, will also think of the shy boy. I think of those few days.

"Summer and autumn are separated by a rain" Liu Yingqing's eyes showed sorrow, and he reached out to pick up the yellow leaves falling in front of the door, stunned.

Qiu Ruhai held a jar of plum wine that could be bought anywhere, leaning against the door wall and dangling the wine jug leisurely.

"It's not just a rain, it's a door. The man took over with a hippie smile. Drinking the spicy liquor in the jar on his back, he suppressed a gloomy sadness in the depths of his eyes.

"Whether it's self-indulgence or self-restraint, I admit it. Who made me Qiu Ruhai," the man muttered to himself, and Xu Xing in a low voice. Looking at the waning sunset, the bloody dusk, like a sculpture.

That night, Zhang Haiju picked up a freshly made agricultural hoe in the middle of the night and slowly walked out of the house. The scholar's thin shoulders were burdened with ten pounds.

At the beginning, the old servant who would take care of his bags to help Xiuqi scholars share more than half of the burden, not only did not interrupt the worries out loud at this time, but enjoyed it a little. When his master was young, he was not like this, hanging a bamboo basket on his shoulders and carrying a bamboo basket, and he traveled 3,000 miles to study. Now, there are a few people in the world.

At that time, who would have thought that a Pianpian scholar could actually lead a million troops. The old man was full of complacency. However, Qiu Ruhai, who was already quite familiar with him, did not say a word, and handed over the wine jug that had been washed many times by himself and handed it to him.

The old man didn't feel disgusted, reached out and grabbed the wine jug, drank the spicy wine, and his pale face suddenly rose a touch of red.

"You don't treat yourself as an outsider at all. The man smiled, turned and went into the room, shouting that he would have a fight with the man sitting at the table.

Inside, the candles are dim and full of smiles.

Outside, the burrow was heavy, and the young man walked leisurely on the muddy path, holding the heavy hoe and walking towards the plum forest.