At the foot of Wudang Mountain, in the pavilion in front of the sword stone.

Several disciples of the outer courtyard on duty looked helplessly at a group of young people who were guarding in front of the pavilion, some came alone, and some were dressed in brocade and jade robes, escorted all the way by the elders or guards of the family.

At the same time, several disciples of the outer courtyard couldn't help but show a proud look, as the five kingdoms of the human race swept the four seas, they were completely beyond the destiny of the heavens, and were recognized as the first master in the world, the name of the Bright Dragon Emperor and the second human emperor, even in the folk, everyone knows, whether it is from the mouth of the butcher in the market, or the tea shop next to the official road, or in the restaurant, theater, or even the bathhouse in the county town, between people opening and closing their mouths, they are inseparable from Wudang, Qingyang Peak, and the Emperor of People.

This also made the martial arts flourish, even some scholarly families, local clans, also began to give up the road of the imperial examination, and turned to the famous mountains and rivers, martial arts to go, not to mention Wudang, since the month of the month, just ten days, one after another to come to get started school-age teenagers, there are more than 1,000, there is no shortage of good talents, beautiful jade, talented and intelligent people.

However, based on many considerations, the people of Ning Dao did not allow it, so there was this scene in front of them, even if they said that they would not open the mountain gate for the time being, and still insisted on staying at the foot of this mountain, there were still more than 100 people.

Isn't it? At present, Wudang has been faintly regarded as the holy land of the five kingdoms of the human race, transcending the great sects of the towns and countries, and the grandeur of the prestige makes this cold winter wax moon still full of ruiqi and purple gas, which is a vision of luck convergence and extreme intensity.

Qingyang Peak.

Different from the other seventy-two peaks in Wudang, the snow here is not sticky, the green trees are shady, the old medicine is thick, all kinds of strange blooms, the flying spring flows and the waterfall, the spirit crane cries, like a pure land isolated from the world, the warm wind is full, just like the spring of March.

The backyard of Qingyang Palace.

The fat man leaned half of his body in the early night, leaning on the stone table, watching Su Qinian wave his hoe and eradicate the weeds of the half acre of land in the courtyard, and the old man Xuan Xi held his trouser leg and planted a green and crystal green vegetable seedlings.

Not far away, in front of another stone table, Su Shi was studying ink, Su Wangsheng spread out a yellowed soft old paper, the snow-white pen was dipped in ink, gently turned, lifted, and then fell, and a bucket of large and words jumped on the paper.

"It's so comfortable!"

Qingye couldn't help but sigh, this kind of leisurely days were never imagined before, but the cultivation did not fall, but the enlightenment was faster, he had some understanding of the truth here, but as soon as he saw Su Qinian wielding a hoe, he couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, who would have thought that the Bright Dragon Emperor, the second human emperor, who is now recognized as the strongest person in the world, is now like a farmer in the loose soil and planting vegetables, except for the coarse white robe, where is a little master temperament.

Okay, the real powerhouses have returned to their roots, and they don't show up, Qingye muttered in his heart, feeling bored, and got up to go to Qingyu to drink.

The days passed day by day, and in a blink of an eye, it was the second month of the wax month.

Compared with Wudang Mountain in previous years, this year's New Year's flavor is heavier, and the Wudang disciples outside, in addition to going deep into the four seas and sweeping away the remnants of the demon clan, most of them who have not had time to return have come back before the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month.

Twenty-ninth of the lunar month.

After the Qingyang Palace, the old man put down the water scoop in his hand, stood in the field a little dazed, and when he came back to his senses, the last piece of frozen soil in the field had been turned soft, and there was a hoe on the courtyard wall, and Su Qinian was gone.

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Dayuan, Tianying Road, Chunyang Prefecture.

On the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, the state capital Guyang City has been lit up, the annual market is very lively, recently the curfew has been lifted, out of the city to visit relatives, and more merchants come and go, since sweeping the four seas, the five countries finally free their hands, just a month or so of the scene, many hidden in the deep mountains and old forests, the demon beasts and demon clans in the barren valley, have almost been wiped out.

Of course, as the main city of a state, where the state capital is located, Guyang City has always been very peaceful, and more importantly, the Tianying Ridge, which is eighty miles outside the city, is where the Tianying Sect of the Great Sect of Zhenguo is located.

Aquila Ridge.

This is a steep and straight mountain range, like a mouth of divine sword hanging upside down, towering into the sky, can be more than a thousand zhang high, even if it is dozens of miles away, you can also feel a vast momentum rushing towards you.

Entering the mountain pass, the eight Heavenly Eagle Sect disciples on duty at the mountain gate had sharp eyes like eagles, and the swords in their hands picked up the oilcloth on the carriage, and only released them after careful inspection, responsible for transporting New Year's supplies, the middle-aged merchants from Guyang City couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, their backs were sticky, and they were already wet with sweat, even if they came over every year, in the face of these Heavenly Eagle Sect disciples, they still couldn't help but feel furious in their hearts, and that spiritual qi was far from being comparable to those small sects.

After a while, hearing the sound of horses' hooves in the distance, the eight Heavenly Eagle Sect disciples glanced at each other, their fierce gazes gone.

"The New Year's Festival is coming, and I am the founder of the Heavenly Eagle Sect, and this is the hundredth year. ”

"A hundred years ago, the Heavenly Eagle Patriarch grasped the Mandate of Heaven and became a grandmaster, and at that time, the Master and Ancestor had just enlightened the Yuan Shen. ”

"Yes, in the blink of an eye, Shi Bozu ascended to the top of the pure yang, the destiny is hopeful, the second uncle ancestor fought in front of the Demon God Mountain, and finally broke the shackles, survived the ten thunder tribulations, and stepped into the realm of truth, and there is only one step away from the pure yang of the Yuan God, and now it is on the list of my Great Yuan Yuan God, ranking fifth. ”

"It's just that the Third Master Uncle Ancestor is trapped in the Pure Yang Jedi and has never walked out of the ......"

Speaking of this, the eight Heavenly Eagle Sect disciples were silent, the Pure Yang Jedi was on the side of the Heavenly Eagle Ridge, one of the five major life Jedi of the Human Race, the characters above the Pure Yang Absolute Peak were difficult to penetrate, and under the Pure Yang, unless they broke through the realm and went up, the Yuan Shen Pure Yang would not escape death, normally, unless it was hopeless, no one would choose to walk into such a place of death.

But back then, Hu Lunhai, the third uncle who had not been many years old for the first Yuanshen, walked in, this kind of spirit shocked many Heavenly Eagle Sect members, and some people were puzzled, and in the blink of an eye, some years passed, and when it was mentioned from time to time, there were only many sighs left.

"Talking about elders, you are not small!"

Someone, someone snorted coldly, like a thunderclap, which exploded in the ears of the eight Heavenly Eagle Sect disciples, and the eight of them were shocked, turned around, and at some point, a slender but slightly immature figure walked out of the mountain gate.

This is a young man, he doesn't look very old, but he is seven or eight years old, his lips are red and his teeth are white, his appearance is delicate, the only thing that is different from ordinary children is that his eyes are sharp, revealing a kind of maturity and arrogance, and more importantly, he is wearing a dragon robe, and there is a terrifying majesty on his body.

"Little Uncle Ancestor!"

Eight Heavenly Eagle Sect disciples hurriedly saluted, especially the Heavenly Eagle Sect disciple who spoke of Hulunhai, and even more showed a look of panic, since that accident, this one was rescued by the Heavenly Eagle Patriarch with great magical powers, and he changed his skin, although his cultivation did not retreat but advanced, but he also stopped in front of the Yuan Shen Realm, and it was difficult to advance, especially in recent years, his temperament has become more and more perverse, elusive, and many disciples have suffered hardships, but because of their identity, they often dare to be angry and dare not speak.

"The little uncle is angry, the disciple is just worried about the safety of the third uncle and ancestor, and he doesn't dare to talk about it. ”

The young man raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "You dare to question me!"

The disciple's expression changed greatly, and he said, "How dare the disciple ......?"

Before he finished speaking, the young man's sleeve robe waved, and a wisp of unstoppable mixed yuan true qi came towards him, the terrifying momentum of heaven and earth made him stagnate, he couldn't say half a word anymore, and he couldn't move, and the other seven disciples also changed color, although the strength of this blow would not be fatal, but it would never be better, and it was inevitable to hurt his muscles and bones.

"You're still not growing at all. ”

Just when the disciples of the Heavenly Eagle Sect who were imprisoned by the power of heaven and earth were frightened and uneasy in their hearts, a voice sounded, calm and indifferent, but it seemed like there was a breeze of yang and purity.

Several Heavenly Eagle Sect disciples were stunned, and as soon as they turned their eyes, they saw that in front of the mountain gate, there was an extra figure in a coarse cloth white robe, a young man with a peaceful temperament and an ordinary appearance, and for some reason, several Heavenly Eagle Sect disciples felt that in this sudden appearance of the young man, there was a charm that made them feel at ease, and unconsciously, the originally trembling hearts were soothed.

Who is this?

Several Heavenly Eagle Sect disciples looked at each other, and they didn't have to think about it to know that the blow that came from that little master uncle just now was resolved by this one, a first-class mixed yuan realm master at this age, several Heavenly Eagle Sect disciples constantly compared with the rumors, there are many such young masters in their Great Yuan territory, but they can still be so calm and calm in front of their Heavenly Eagle Sect Mountain Gate, it seems that they are still familiar with the little master and uncle and are not afraid, there must be a lot of origin, they have some guesses, but they don't really make a move, with their cultivation as their eyesight, but they can't be sure which one of them is it。

"You!

However, contrary to the expectations of the eight Heavenly Eagle Sect disciples, the little master and uncle who had always been perverse and had a great change in temperament actually seemed to stutter a little at this moment, and his eyes were no longer sharp and arrogant, let alone angry and dissatisfied, but seemed to be a little ...... Fear.

Yes, it's fear!

Several Heavenly Eagle Sect disciples have been a little unbelievable in their lives, with the identity of this one, there are very few people in the world who can make them afraid, and the older generation of Yuan Shen figures easily dare not let go of their bodies, and they are even more afraid, let alone a young master who should be his contemporary, or even a little later.

Kick, Kick!

Immediately, the little master uncle staggered back, the fear in his eyes was even stronger, and he stared at the figure in the coarse white robe, and then shouted: "Master, help!"

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