The mountains follow the plains, and the rivers flow into the great wilderness

At noon, Wudang Mountain is 100 miles away, on the top of a barren mountain.

Day Tour You Guang said coldly: There are only a dozen teenagers in total, even if they have been practicing since their mother's womb, how hot can they be, boss, you are a little too worried.

The ghost king Daofei was stunned for a moment, sighed and said: It seems that I am old, and when I see these heroic young people, there is a faint feeling of indescribability in my heart.

Shui Ruo said coldly: Your Excellency is afraid that these young men will grow up one day and threaten your status and life, think about your Excellency's high ranking in the Taiping List plus a high bounty, no matter which young man in the rivers and lakes wants to kill Your Excellency and become famous overnight.

The ghost king Dao Fei laughed, his eyes were shining, and he instantly regained his former momentum and pride. said lightly: As long as they have this ability, why are they afraid of death?

Riyou Youguang looked at the heroic momentum of the ghost king on the side, snorted secretly in his heart, and said with a smile on the surface: The boss is in the prime of life, and his magic skills are world-famous, so why worry about these milky little ghosts?

The ghost king smiled and said lightly: Okay, let's talk about gossip until this is over, the four of you will follow Aoki's team, and if possible, even Aoki will be killed. The Shaolin Jingshi monk team went from the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth to the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth.

Bai Wuchang Xie Bi'an's scarlet tongue licked, and sneered: Lord Moro is really careful, sending eight of our brothers at once, this kind of thing is really unprecedented.

Black Impermanence Fan Wuyu's jagged fangs opened and closed up and down, and he hummed in a low voice: Why don't you let the third and fourth children be on the same team as us, otherwise just our bull head and horse face, black and white impermanence four, it will be enough to break the courage of those young men.

The ghost king said lightly: This is Lord Moro's arrangement, we just have to do it. Then he glanced at the four of them, paused and said: Then let's go.

As he spoke, the figure squirmed and disappeared in place, and there was a wind mixed with the deep voice of the ghost king in the distance: I am waiting for you outside the gate.

Shui Ruohan glanced at the disappearing figure of the Ghost King, frowned, and raised his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Riyou Youguang snorted and said, "Brother Shui, how about the boss's escape from heaven and earth?"

Shui Ruohan looked at him for a moment, didn't speak, and took the lead to go down the mountain.

In the unitary time, Wudang Mountain is 100 miles northwest of the mountains, Qinling Mountains, in the belly of a certain mountain.

In the dim stone cave, there is a gloomy atmosphere, only a copper lamp hangs on the cave wall, weakly swallowing the tongue of fire, there is no other furnishings in the cave, only a wide stone chair with a thick layer of unknown animal skin.

At this time, there was a man sitting on it, a man of strange ugliness, a dwarf of short stature.

A foot in front of the stone chair, there stood a pale young man with the appearance of a scholar.

This dwarf old man is the notorious in the rivers and lakes, cruel and murderous bloody ancestor, since the battle outside the gate forty years ago, he was seriously injured and escaped, so he hid here, one to recuperate and heal, on the other hand, he tried to recruit disciples to expand his power, this scholar-like young man is he unintentionally picked up outside eighteen years ago, named Mo Bieli, and is also his favorite disciple.

I only heard Mo Bie Li bow his head and say respectfully: Master, according to the report from the disciples, the Wudang Conference has ended, and Aoki Daoist and his party of fourteen people are heading north, I don't know what is going on.

The bloody ancestor squinted his eyes, tapped his fingers on the armrest of the stone chair, and snorted coldly: If my guess is right, their trip must be for the treasure house outside the Jian Pingchuan Pass, hum, damn Jian Pingchuan, as soon as I think of him, the sword wound in my chest hurts faintly, after all these years, my hatred and anger have become more and more intense, and I have not stopped for a day.

Mo Bie Li said softly: Master, Jian Pingchuan has been dead for so many years, you should also be relieved.

The Bloody Ancestor smiled and said, "Although I can't beat him, his son and daughter-in-law are not so lucky, and they both died under my bloody skills." After speaking, he was obviously very happy, and he looked up and laughed wildly.

Mo Bei waited for the laughter of the Bloody Ancestor to stop, and asked softly: Master, the son of Jian Pingchuan, how come I have never heard of you.

The Bloody Ancestor sneered: "Do you remember the day before yesterday when I told you about a man in black who found me ten years ago?

Mo Bili nodded and said: "I remember."

Bloody Ancestor Dao: The man in black came to me to kill Jian Pingchuan's son and seize the key to the treasure house outside Jian Pingchuan.

Don't be suspicious: Treasure trove?

The bloody ancestor said slowly: I don't know the specifics of this, forty years ago, there was a mysterious person who found me and your uncle, and said that he wanted to help us kill Jian Pingchuan, I and your uncle and Jian Pingchuan had a common hatred, and when I heard it, I was overjoyed, and hurriedly gathered all kinds of underworld villains, rushed to the outside of the gate for days, set up a heavy ambush, fought hard repeatedly, and finally killed him, and we also paid a heavy price, only a few people came back alive, and they were also seriously injured, and your uncle also unfortunately died.

Don't leave the way: Is Jian Pingchuan really so powerful?

The Bloody Old Ancestor sighed, obviously thinking of Jian Pingchuan's peerless swordsmanship, to this day, he couldn't help but feel a little frightened, and then said slowly: When more than ten of us attacked him that day, he had been fighting with the Jin Army for three days and had not closed his eyes, and when he was fighting with us, he was also distracted to take care of his soldiers, even so, his hand of the Sun Yao Divine Sword was still...

The bloody ancestor paused, it was obviously a thing of the past, and it still made him feel palpitations.

The bloody ancestor said slowly: At that time, Jian Pingchuan was already covered in injuries, and the blood was not stopping, seeing that we were about to take revenge, your uncle and I also came to the spirit, cheered up, shouted, and surrounded everyone.

The bloody ancestor closed his eyes as he spoke, recalled the past of that day, and continued: I saw the sword Pingchuan roaring, like a dragon's groan, and then his body floated up, raised the divine sword, stood steadily in the air, and then swung down suddenly... Haha, that sword, that sword is really an alien sword, the power and momentum scared me to lie on the spot, and your uncle reacted a little slowly, and he was cut in two.

Don't leave the way: Jian Pingchuan is such a swordsmanship, master...

The Blood Demon Ancestor opened his eyes, snorted, and said, "You want to ask me why I survived, right?"

Mo Biali hurriedly clenched his fists and said in a low voice: The disciple does not dare.

The Bloody Ancestor said lightly: He is still a supernatural swordsman, and he is still a mortal in the flesh after all. After he unleashed that shocking sword, he apparently ran out of oil, fell from the sky, and fell to the ground. Even so, we were too scared to take a step forward. After a half-reckoning between the two sides, we slowly moved forward, Fang Juejian Pingchuan was already dead, and his sword had turned into a puddle of molten iron.

Mo Bei rolled his eyes and said: The map of the treasure house on Jian Pingchuan's body?

The Bloody Ancestor snorted angrily and said: Although I am mortal enemies with Jian Pingchuan, your uncle and I also admire him very much, not to mention that he has spared my life and your uncle back then, since he is dead, how can I desecrate his body again?

Mo Bieli lowered his head and said: The master taught a lesson.

The Bloody Ancestor waved his hand and sighed in a low voice: "The few of us who survived looked at Jian Pingchuan's corpse at that time, and they had mixed feelings in their hearts for a while, and none of them spoke. After all, he was determined to serve the country, but in the end he ended up with a tragic death at the hands of his compatriots, we discussed it and decided to bury him alive, but unexpectedly, Jian Pingchuan's soldiers came to help, and we retreated in a hurry.

In the dim cavern, there was a deep silence for a moment.

The thin body of the bloody ancestor seemed to be a little more rickety.

After a long time, Mo Beili said softly: Master.

The bloody ancestor shook his head and said: Jian Pingchuan is like this, and so is his son Chu Wentian, until the last moment of the battle, he will never bow his head, I still clearly remember the eyes of his son before his death ten years ago, arrogant and unyielding, calm and passionate, exactly the same as Jian Pingchuan back then.

The Bloody Ancestor paused and smiled miserably: "Hehe, how can a demon like us not understand. It is an innate heroic temperament, above the world, above life and death.

Mo Beili's face was expressionless, and he couldn't see any mood fluctuations, but he raised his head, his eyes were shining, and he looked at the bloody ancestor and said in a deep voice: The prince will have a kind of Xiangning, he can't decide the birth of a person, but what kind of person he wants to become in the future depends entirely on himself. If you can't become a hero, then be a hero that the world fears, this Jianghu is the strong man who has the final say, as long as the world is trampled underfoot, no one will dare to oppose you.

The bloody ancestor was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: Don't leave, you know that there are many disciples under the sect, why do you deceive you as a teacher?

Mo Bieli lowered his head and said respectfully: The disciple doesn't know.

The bloody ancestor smiled: You are ambitious, you know forbearance, and your acting skills are not bad. In the future, I will definitely not be willing to just dominate the Blood Demon Gate, the outside world is so big, and I want to see what you can do.

Don't leave the way: the disciple will definitely redouble his efforts, and I hope that the master will cultivate more.

The Bloody Ancestor waved his hand, a soft light emanated from his eyes, beckoned, and said softly: Don't leave, you come here.

Mo Biparti's expression remained unchanged and stepped forward in response.

The Bloody Ancestor looked at the humble and respectful young man in front of him, and suddenly felt a faint uneasiness in his heart, but he didn't know where this uneasiness came from.

The bloody ancestor got rid of the inexplicable emotions in his mind, patted Mo Bieli's shoulder, and sighed softly: Farewell, I have been despised by the world for my life, and I have been lonely all my life.

Mo Beili immediately knelt down and said respectfully: The master treats me like a mountain, don't forget day and night, and don't swear to serve the master to repay the master's kindness.

The Blood Demon Ancestor nodded with a smile and said, "Get up, clean up, and we'll also go to the gate to join in the fun." After all these years, I don't know if there are still people in the rivers and lakes who remember me, this old guy.

Mo Bideli got up and asked: Master, I don't know what secret treasures are in the treasure house of the Sword Pingchuan that attracted these famous and decent people to go together.

At this time, the bloody ancestor released a strange brilliance in his eyes, showing that he was also salivating over the treasure house of Jian Pingchuan, and said slowly: I don't know much about being a teacher, it is said that the treasure house contains amazing wealth, as well as Jian Pingchuan's lifelong martial arts cheats and peerless swordsmanship.

Mo Bieli's eyes flashed, slowly lowered his head, bowed, and retreated.