The snow hasn't stopped, and it's still early.

Even if the snow falls on the city, there will still be light falling from the sky.

Jiang Xiaoman held the scroll in his hand and looked at the sky in the distance, faintly reddened.

Although I don't know when it is, I can estimate the time in my heart, and I roughly understand that it should not exceed the end of the day.

It was still early, and I was not in a hurry to get back to the city at once.

Before he came out, he had left a letter to the two girls.

There is everything in the Star Picking Building, and there is no need to worry that Ji Xiaoyue and Miss Xiao will be hungry and freezing if they are not there.

The pine and cypress on the bluestone cliff cover the falling wind and snow, and the same is true in front of the cliff, and the pine and cypress are lush forests.

At this moment, the position of the young man happened to be undisturbed by the wind and snow, and it was indeed a good place to rest.

When his eyes fell back to the scroll on his hand, he saw that there was ink on the thumb of his hand, and he didn't know if the scroll had just been splashed, or if it had been put for a long time and was a little damp.

The beauty in the painting is only twenty years old, her eyes are like stars and moons, her red clothes are like fire, her lips are slightly upturned, she is smiling and graceful, and her graceful posture is worthy of all kinds of charms.

Although it is a painting, Jiang Xiaoman has an illusion in a trance, the girl in the painting seems to be in front of her, her feet are as slender as jade, she steps lightly on the back of Luan, and three thousand green silks dance with the wind, as if she is a fairy descending to the nine heavens.

Ink and blue, a poem is hidden in the blank space in the painting, 'The sunrise is next to the North Sea, according to my Qin's building.' There is a good woman in the Qin domain, who calls herself Hongyi. The cold cockroach loves the green grass, and the phoenix perches on the green tree. I don't know who he is? He recruits red makeup every day. ’

The five-word quatrain, which arose in the Great Zhou Dynasty of the Western Regions, was the most popular in the world with poetry, sword and wine in the world.

In the name of "Mo Shangsang", the word "red makeup" ended.

Between the lines, there is a majestic sword intent.

The sword intent is majestic but not cold, faintly pampered like water.

The person who splashes paintings and leaves poems must be the pinnacle of martial arts.

However, a few lines moved the young man holding the scroll, and he seemed to have an understanding, and couldn't help muttering softly: "Senior, who are you?"

A page of animal skin paper, the book has the swan song of the sword gate "Qinglian Sword Song".

A picture scroll, the pen and ink outline the Tao Yun Tiancheng.

This character will inevitably not be the unknown person.

But Jiang Xiaoman still thought about it, and after all, he didn't think that anyone in Kyushu in this world would have such attainments and cultivation.

Jiang Xiaoman carefully put away the scroll and put it in his arms, frowning slightly.

The boy is not stupid, he has a vague guess, but he feels that the guess in his head is somewhat ridiculous.

The girl in the painting is a person from the Qin Dynasty in the Northern Regions, and the old man who claims to be a sword fairy is also his granddaughter.

There is no doubt that the Qinglian Sword Immortal must also come from Northern Qin.

When you return to the city later, you might as well go to the Dugu Palace, and ask the prince which old guys in the northern region of this world are usually called Qinglian, and they will know if what they think is true.

The ancestors of the Jiang family in Daxia, all the children of the Jiang family, no matter where they are far away from the rivers and lakes, are high in the holy emperor, they should live for a lifetime, and those who receive the grace of dripping water will be rewarded by the springs. Think about the grace of the country, and think about the blessing of the family. Thinking about the urgency of the rivers and lakes outside, and thinking about the worries of the temple inside.

The grace of Kyushu is the greatest grace of parents.

Secondly, he gave the Master the grace of karma.

Regardless of whether Jiang Xiaoman wants to or not, after obtaining the sword song inheritance of Qinglian Sword Immortal, he has the status of master and apprentice.

The grace of preaching and teaching, since the descendants of the Jiang family, should follow the ancestral teachings, and there is no reason not to repay the kindness.

Instead of sitting on the stone bench beside him, the boy sat cross-legged under the dragon-like ancient pine.

With your back to the branches, think what is in your heart.

In fact, it's just nonsense.

The blue lotus imprint on the dantian is true, and the paper and picture scroll in the bosom are true.

All of them showed that the encounter with the Qinglian Sword Immortal just now was a dream rather than a dream.

But in the end, where will the Qinglian Sword Immortal go?

Jiang Xiaoman had a feeling that the old man had not gone far.

As if it was around him, he could use all his mind to perceive it, and he couldn't perceive it.

When martial arts enter the day after tomorrow, you will be able to perceive the subtleties.

Within a radius of five miles, insects, fish, birds, beasts, plants and trees are all hidden in the divine consciousness.

"Senpai?"

"Senior, are you still there?"

Jiang Xiaoman looked around and shouted tentatively.

After waiting for a long time, except for turning back from the cliff, there was no response.

The boy shook his head and couldn't help but laugh at himself.

In the final analysis, my own cultivation is still too low.

The old man really wanted to hide, with his advanced cultivation, how could he perceive it.

When Fang Cai faced the Qinglian Sword Immortal, his first feeling was like the power of a thousand mountains pressing on the top, which made the young man breathless.

Even if he deliberately restrained, the breath of Qinglian Sword Immortal was still as vast as the sea for Jiang Xiaoman now.

And Jiang Xiaoman is like that boat.

The waves of the Hanhai Sea are natural, but they can sink the boat and damage the ship.

Pondering with his head on his chin, if he takes the world as a river and lake, he is just a small fish and shrimp at the bottom of the lake, and without the protection of the group behind him, he will inevitably be swallowed by the law of the jungle.

The rivers and lakes have always been like this, cruel and realistic.

Lowering his head, Jiang Xiaoman couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and for the first time he felt that he would be so weak and pitiful.

The peak of the day after tomorrow is much stronger than the secular martial arts.

Among peers, they can also be honored.

But if you really rely on this to enter Northern Qin, I am afraid that it will be like that Fancheng meets the old way, and there is no way back.

These rivers and lakes are not just the rivers and lakes of latecomers.

There are five domains in Kyushu, which one of them is not like this.

The grass dragon and snake are dormant, and there is an existence like an immortal beast that hides in the darkness and sleeps.

Thinking like this, Jiang Xiaoman's brows became more and more twisted.

I felt a big rock on my chest, and I could barely breathe.

Desperately want to improve his cultivation and make himself strong enough.

Don't seek to be invincible in the world, but don't be bullied.

In the worldly red dust, the god king does not come out, that is, he is respected by the prince.

Then, at least in a very short period of time, you must cultivate yourself to at least step into the prince.

Martial arts immortal path, there is a congenital above the day after tomorrow, the congenital condensation into the Dan is the Venerable, and the Venerable Broken Dan into a baby is for the prince.

There is still a long way to go.

But time can't help but go slowly.

The more chaotic his heart became, the more Jiang Xiaoman felt impetuous, and the more rapid his breathing became.

But suddenly, there were signs of going mad.

The ancient sword on his waist seemed to feel something, and the sword body was as red as blood.

The runes faintly emerged from the scabbard, and the light and extinction were uncertain.

"Little man, calm your mind, pick up your sword and take the Xun, and silently recite the "Nirvana Sutra"!"

Suddenly, an old voice sounded in the young man's head.

The vicissitudes of this voice are not peaceful, and Jiang Xiaoman is extremely familiar with it.

"Grandpa Liu!" Jiang Xiaoman came back to his senses, opened his mouth, and remembered the dream he had before, and quickly changed his words: "Grandpa, is it you!"

"Fang Cai's self-proclaimed Qinglian descendant was a little anxious, and he didn't have time to say something to you. The sword intent on "Qinglian Sword Song" is too strong, it is not something you can watch now, and it will almost cause a catastrophe!"

The voice sounded again, filled with a sense of peace.

The sound is as loud as a bell, and it rings like thunder.

But in an instant, Jiang Xiaoman's ears and eyes were clear, and he was no longer as distracted and tired as Fang Cai.

Jiang Xiaoman jumped up on the ground, and then jumped on the old branch with a light tiptoe, looked around and hurriedly said: "Grandpa, where are you?

"Grandpa misses you too, and I miss your mother!"

Liu Huang's voice was gloomy, more stunned.

Even so, in the end, he was gone.

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

If you don't cross the five decays of heaven and man, you will eventually be wiped out.

Now it's just a wisp of remnant soul, lingering in the world, where can there still be a body.

"Little man, now is not the time to talk about this. That Qinglian descendant left the sword intent on the page, and it could not be refined in the non-Venerable realm. Now that all of them have entered your sea through the five senses, although grandpa can help you suppress it for a short time, it is not a long-term solution. ”

Before Jiang Xiaoman could speak again, the old man's voice became hasty and urgent.

"The Zixun in your arms is the treasure of the North Sea Dragon Clan, and it can just guard your mind. ”

"Later, when your grandfather withdraws his divine sense, you will take your sword out of its sheath and put it in front of you, and play the song that Beihai Longjun gave you with peace of mind. ”

"I understand!" Jiang Xiaoman replied softly, and then the ancient sword was unsheathed.

At this time, the blade of the sword was covered with blood, and it was extremely strange.

The mottled ancient scabbard and forty-nine golden runes were like living creatures, and as the long sword came out of its sheath, it turned into a golden chain wrapped around the sword.

The sword body and scabbard are intertwined, as if they are competing with each other, and they seem to complement each other, and there is an indescribable sword intent mixed in it, ancient and majestic.

Zhu Xian did not fall to the ground, but floated in front of the young man.

As Jiang Xiaoman put Gu Xun between his lips and played gently, the ancient sword trembled slightly, and there was actually a sword chant that rose with the sound of Xun, like a dragon chanting and a tiger's roar.

Eventually, the roar of the dragon and the tiger disappeared, replaced by the roar of a strange beast.

The roar was like thunder falling into the sky, as if it was about to swallow the sun and the moon.

At this moment, the blood color and gold of the Zhuxian Sword alternate with each other, and it was extremely bright in the wind and snow.

Jiang Xiaoman was engrossed, and his mind was immersed in the sound of Xun, and he didn't notice the changes in Zhu Xian at all.

The sky is quiet, only the sound of wind and snow in the sky.

Suddenly, a sound of music broke the silence.

The sound of Xun gradually rose, far away, and desolate.

The title of the song is "Water Dragon Yin", and the low-turning and gentle tune pours into the heaven and earth, blending into the wind and snow.

The young man who was blowing was sitting on the branch, and his breath was rising, causing strong winds and heavy snow to come from afar.

Above the sky, there was a vast thunder, and lightning was like a fiery serpent.

The bluestone cliff was originally not disturbed by wind and snow, and it has been like this for many years.

But at this time, it broke the tradition of the past.

Thousands of pines and cypress branches and leaves are covered with snow, rising and falling with the Xun like smoke and fog.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

Liu Huang said three good things in a row, and he was extremely pleased.

It's just that the voice has become more and more vicissitudes and weakened.

It seems that it will be extinguished at any time.

Smaller and smaller, smaller and smaller.

"The self-proclaimed Qinglian descendant is not very old, but he can deserve to be the amazing talent of the sword, but for some reason he was so seriously injured, and he instinctively incarnated as the sword immortal Ling Jiuxiao, but now he is ......"

"Hey, the chaos in this world has been revealed, and it is a blessing and a curse for Kyushu."

Faintly, I could vaguely hear his exhaustive sigh.

Finally, it completely dissipates between heaven and earth.

In the smoky mountains, everything is silent.

Wei Xun's voice was slightly cool.