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A vast river stretches ahead, and the white water flows and rushes endlessly.

Chenshi.

Lu Bei, who had fled all night, looked tired, and the hand holding the Chixiao Sword was also cut out by the thorns in the mountains.

He didn't dare to take the official road, so he picked some mountain trails that no one passed by along the way.

But if there is a sense of palpitation in the heart, it will lie dormant quietly like an autumn cicada.

The autumn wind did not move the cicadas, and they panicked until when.

A bit of grief and indignation rose in Lu Bei's heart, but he was helpless.

Instead, he didn't think too much, and his eyes wandered, looking for a boat to cross the river.

A black boat docked under the big tree next to the ferry, and an old man in gray wearing a hat, with a vicissitudes of life, held a dark cigarette pouch, and smoked dry cigarettes.

The rain and fog gradually fell, and it was hazy.

Lu Bei didn't hesitate anymore and came to the old man's approach.

He said in a deep voice: "Boatman, do you want to start the boat now?" ”

Hearing this, the old man in gray turned his face, smiled, showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, stood up, and put down his cigarette pouch.

didn't talk nonsense, and said directly: "Childe, go with the call." ”

Lu Bei was a little settled in his heart and paid the money. Walked up to the Upong boat and walked into the cabin.

The old man in gray picked up the penny, his shoulders sank slightly, and the Wupeng boat crossed far to the opposite shore.

Han Xiangzi's house.

Han Zhongli and Tie Guan Li sat in the main room, each pinching their fingers with gloomy expressions.

Not far in front of him sat Han Xiangzi, who was full of doubts.

The two immortals in front of him went out in the rain last night, and when they came back, they all showed a look of concern.

He doesn't know how yet.

However, Han Xiangzi's heart was also shocked at this time, and he faintly felt that something very important to him happened last night.

Just when Han Xiangzi was restless and thought hard in his heart to no avail.

Han Zhongli shook his head and sighed: "The poor Dao has not been calculated, I don't know what happened to Brother Li Dao." ”

Tie Guan Li put down his fingers, opened his closed eyes, and said coldly: "I have no clue, it seems that I can only wait for Lu Daoyou to arrive, and I will wait for the three of us to lay out the formation of heaven, earth and man, and then do the divination." At that time, even if this son had the acquired spirit treasure, it was difficult to escape the divination. ”

Han Zhongli said in a deep voice: "I have already sent a message to Lu Daoyou, and with the speed of his Taiyi sword, it is estimated that it will be three or four hours from Zhongnan Mountain to this place." ”

Hearing this, Tie Guan Li let go of the worry that rose in his heart.

Jungnam Mountain.

The perennial clouds and mist are shrouded, the ancient peaks are beautiful, the mountains are steep and quiet, and the forests are towering to the sky.

Lu Chunyang wore a cyan robe, shouldered the wind, and stood on a large bluestone on the top of Heling Mountain.

Not far below, he respectfully serves the disciples of Zhongnan's lineage...... Bangs.

Lu Chunyang turned his face and said in a deep voice: "Liu Hai, at the invitation of your two masters, I will go to southern Hunan for my teacher." During these days, you have to stay in the cave and cultivate hard, and you must not slack off. ”

A hint of joy flashed quickly in Liu Hai's eyes, and he said respectfully: "Disciple is awake." ”

Seeing that his own disciple is smart and clever, and his body is clear and bright, he obviously has a good Taoism.

Lu Chunyang also felt a little more proud in his heart.

However, he still earnestly taught: "The road to immortality is long and obstructive." You have to keep yourself awake all the time. And also...... It's okay to go to Chang'an City. ”

Lu Chunyang didn't know what he thought, his brows were furrowed, and he admonished.

Bangs' body trembled, his eyes moved slightly, and he said yes again and again.

Seeing that the matter was explained, Lu Chunyang turned into a white sword light and disappeared into the sky.

Bangs rubbed a layer of fine sweat quietly on his forehead.

I wondered in my heart, how did this master know that he often went to the Moon Tea Tower in Chang'an City.

Lingling County.

Not from time to time.

Lu Bei abandoned the boat and got on the horse, and galloped northward, raising smoke and dust all the way.

I saw a mountain range in front of me, extremely steep, and the forest was dense and secluded. Lu Bei turned over and dismounted, holding the reins of the horse in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, and walked towards the mountain with an indifferent expression.

Above the clouds.

Lu Chunyang stepped on the Fire Dragon Pure Yang Sword, and his face was puzzled at this time.

In the previous transmission notes, Zhong and Li did not elaborate on the reason. only said that it was about the two true immortals, and let him come quickly.

It turned out that Lu Chun's ** weapon was profound, and he was full of ambition for this true immortal realm, and a little fluctuation in qi could not affect it at all.

To put it mildly, among the Eight Immortals, whether it is cultivation for the entry or the upper limit of the foundation, the pure yang real person should be the most.

At this time, Lu Chunyang suppressed the suspicions that had risen, and said in a low voice in his heart, when he arrived at his destination, he would know as soon as he asked.

Thinking of this, I no longer thought deeply, and the light under my feet accelerated.

Lingling County.

In the middle of a nameless mountain.

An old man with a strange face and a beautiful appearance, stepping on grass shoes and holding a cloth flag, walked quietly in the rugged mountain road.

The old man looked at the gradually darkening sky, smiled bitterly, and said helplessly: "Nine doubts, stop here." ”

After a while, the old man was about to remove a branch and leaf that was still dripping with water, and prepare to descend the mountain.

Suddenly, the branches and leaves were windless and automatic, and the crystal water droplets fell to the ground, ticking and ticking.

The old man looked up.

The eyes are clear, strange and unpredictable.

The corners of his mouth showed a hint of mockery, and he muttered: "Who should I be so stormy, it turns out that I am a disciple of the human sect." ”

I don't know what I thought, but the disdain at the corner of the old man's mouth became stronger.

Night.

The rain fell like a pour.

Lu Bei led the horses, and by the faint light, a ruined temple in the jungle jumped into view.

Lu Bei was overjoyed in his heart, and walked forward with his sword.

Tie up the horses and step into them, and the look is stunned.

A pile of firewood bubbled with rising moisture, and a bonfire lit red.

An old man with a strange face and a beautiful appearance, holding a cloth banner in his left hand and a slender wooden stick in his right palm, was lightly pounding the fire with a bored expression.

Lu Bei arched his hand and said in a condensed voice: "This gentleman, Lu is polite. ”

The old man raised his head and nodded with a smile at Lu Bei.

said slowly: "The same is the end of the world, Xiaoyou doesn't need to be polite." ”

His voice is rich and full of ease.

Lu Bei didn't say much, walked over, hugged a ball of hay opposite the old man, and sat down straight.

One old and one young, around the bonfire, looking at the red firelight, silent.

It's like a closed mouth.

The mountain rain is loud outside, and the forest leaves are rustling.

The dry wood in the temple crackled and the firelight flickered.

The old man glanced at the Chixiao Sword held in Lu Bei's right hand inadvertently, and was shocked in his heart, and then turned into a long sigh.

The way of the heart, the law of chance, is really measurable and unattainable.

His mind was a little calm, but he was the first to ask: "Xiaoyou, where did you come from, and where do you want to go?" ”

The cold wind outside hit, and Lu Bei's heart was cold.

Where did the old man's first sentence come from, it is clear...... Not a question.

Lu Bei looked carefully at the old man in front of him who was smiling at this time. Eventually, his gaze rested on a cloth banner that the person was holding in his left hand.

The cloth banner is black on a white background, slightly wrinkled. However......

Kindness.

[Talking about the wind and rain, the next pen is terrifying. 】

Lu Bei arched his hand and said: "Lu Moushi doesn't know where to go, Mr. can teach me a word." ”

The old man smiled and said meaningfully: "Since Xiaoyou is going all the way to the north, why bother asking. ”

Lu Bei's eyes were slightly sluggish, and he said in a deep voice: "What can I say about the good luck in the north." ”

The old man stroked the three strands of beautiful hair under his chin and said with a smile: "Lu Xiaoyou, since the name has a northern character, it is naturally auspicious. ”

As soon as these words came out, Lu Bei's eyes were cold, his body was as tall as a loose, and his right hand was already clenched with the sword in his hand.

Astringent voice: "Sir, how do you know." ”

The old man smiled, but did not answer, but lowered his head and picked up the stick, picking up the dry wood in front of him, and the bonfire became brighter.

Under the reflection of the yellow light, there is an indescribable leisure and indifference in his beautiful appearance.

"Sir, don't blame, it's Lu Bei who is reckless. ”

Lu Bei's palms were slightly loose, and his eyes were distant and quiet.

The old man smiled disappreciatively: "Little friend, there is the legacy of the ancient swordsman, and I don't know the sword that is matched, but the sword of the ancient name is sharp and incomparable." ”

Call.

The long sword was horizontally across his chest, slowly unsheathed, the blade was sharp and fierce, and the light of the bonfire seemed to dim slightly.

Lu Bei said in a condensed voice: "Sir, you can see it at a glance." ”

The old man's eyes flashed slightly, and he didn't take the sword, sighing: "Little friend, after all, it's a step too late." ”

Lu Bei's eyes showed a puzzled look, and he really didn't have any clue about the old man's belated words in front of him.

Rub.

Return the sword into the sheath.

Zhengse arched his hand and said: "Dare to ask Mr. Gao's name." ”

The old man smiled slightly, waved his hand, and said in a casual tone: "You can't talk about a high name, but Yuan Shoucheng is poor." ”

Kindness?

...... Yuan Shoucheng.