It's easy to go up the hill and hard to go down.

The snow was so heavy that the mountains were almost closed.

The world is reckless, but Jiang Xiaoman stands alone in the snow.

Yanxia Mountain is not steep.

But at the moment, a deep foot and a shallow foot are not so easy to walk.

The young man walked very slowly, and simply untied the Zhuxian Gu Sword from his waist in his hand, thinking that he was a pathfinder crutch.

There is a bluestone cliff halfway up the mountain, which is not covered by the wind and snow, which is quite magical.

I didn't pay much attention when I went up the mountain, but now it has become a good place to temporarily shelter from the wind and snow.

Jiang Xiaoman's cultivation is not weak, and the cultivation of the acquired martial arts realm can already walk through the snow, but it is too consuming to be able to implement it for a long time.

Right now, it is only more than ten zhang away from the cliff, and there is no need to search too much to cherish wealth like the landlord's old wealth.

Jiang Xiaoman took a deep breath, and his toes were three feet off the ground in an instant.

Immediately, the green blade in his hand was unsheathed, and he actually stepped on the sword.

After a few breaths, you will reach the bottom of the bluestone cliff.

I have to say that it is still extremely difficult for Jiang Xiaoman to walk with a sword.

In fact, this kind of sword walking is not a real sword.

The real Edgeworth can travel thousands of miles in an instant.

If you don't become a prince, you can't do it at all.

Like Jiang Xiaoman, it can only be regarded as a trick at best.

It's only been a few breaths, and there isn't much left of the Gang Qi in the body that has already been depleted.

At this time, if you meet a mountain bandit road tyrant, even if it is an ordinary martial artist, three or four can beat Jiang Xiaoman so that he can't find the north.

Fortunately, in such weather, even the bandits who are known for their toughness are reluctant to go out to find guilt.

The bottom of the cliff is dry, and the wind and snow are blocked from the bluestone cliff.

Within a radius of about two or three zhang, there are still a few old pines dotted with green.

The old pine is like a dragon, revealing a vitality in the blank white.

Panasonic, carved with a stone table and stone bench.

I think it is left by the predecessors, and it is convenient for the latecomers.

Jiang Xiaoman jumped down from the top of the sword, and wanted to land in a dashing manner, but who thought that the loss of anger was really serious, but he actually sat on the ground with a stagger, quite embarrassed.

The ancient sword of Zhuxian entered the cliff wall for three points, and the sword roared like a tiger roaring and a dragon roared, shaking the snow on the cliff and falling down.

There was no one around, and he didn't need to care about whether it would damage the image of the 'hero', he stood up and patted the dust on his buttocks, and walked to the cliff to draw his sword, but unexpectedly, the ancient sword did not move at all, and seemed to be integrated with the cliff.

Jiang Xiaoman originally thought that it was because he had lost too much qi from the sword, but when he still failed to draw the sword for the second and third time, he suddenly realized that there must be something strange behind the cliff.

After staring at the cliff for a long time and not seeing why, Jiang Xiaoman touched his chin and said softly: "It's strange, isn't there a treasure behind this cliff?"

After thinking about it, I thought it was unlikely.

Yanxia Mountain is one of the ten scenic spots of Beiliang.

Watching the sunset in spring and autumn, and admiring the moon in winter and summer.

In the past, there were not a few tourists.

If you really want to bury that treasure in the cliff, I am afraid that someone has already sent it down and excavated it.

Such a good thing, where is it your turn.

The boy smiled and shook his head, thinking that he should have thought too much.

After a moment's silence, his palm pressed to the hilt of the sword again.

"Up!"

Jiang Xiaoman snorted softly, his muscles bulging.

But even if he used all his strength to draw the sword, the sword body seemed to have roots, and it still didn't move.

Looking down at his slightly reddened palm, Jiang Xiaoman's brows furrowed slightly, and he whispered to himself, "Hell!"

If the little girl was here at this moment, she would definitely have to poke Jiang Xiaoworm's eyebrows with her fingers again.

According to Ji Xiaoyue's words, frowning all the time will become uglier and uglier.

Hero, don't you have to be sunny.

Fortunately, Jiang Xiaoman is not the one who is entangled, and he is not angry when he can't pull out his sword for a while, so he simply sits cross-legged in front of the bluestone cliff like this.

Sitting facing the wall, calmly concentrating on the aura of heaven and earth into the dantian and turning into the acquired qi.

I think it would be much easier to draw the sword when the cultivation is exhausted.

Even so, he didn't regret that Fang Cai's wanton and reckless sword almost exhausted the qi in his body.

At that time, the young man should have been like this.

Young and old, in Jiang Xiaoman's opinion, it has never been a word of praise.

Tangled in the road ahead, regretting the past.

I always want to live with a budget.

Isn't it too boring for this river and lake.

Fortunately, I am not such a tangled person.

You can't get away with it forever.

At such an age, you have to be willful.

After a long time, the young man slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

The cultivation is finally recovered, and Jiang Xiaoman only feels that he has endless strength.

In the dantian, the Gang Qi is extremely full.

Get up and hold your sword again.

This time, the Zhuxian Ancient Sword, which was originally unmoving, finally changed.

Holding the hilt of the sword, Jiang Xiaoman's face turned red, the blue tendons on his face burst out, beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

The majestic qi poured into the sword body along the hilt of the sword, and the ancient sword and immortal were slowly pulled away from the cliff.

Finally, an inch, two inches......

When the Zhuxian Sword was completely pulled out from the cliff, a deep sword hole appeared.

Jiang Xiaoman couldn't help but wonder what would be inside the cliff, and leaned down and raised his eyes to look into the inch-long sword cave.

Suddenly, a trace of blue light swept out of the sword hole and went straight into the young man's eyes.

It was a cyan lotus, so tiny that it was barely visible to the naked eye.

But Jiang Xiaoman could see it clearly, the cyan lotus had twelve lotus leaves.

The lotus leaf is like a sword, and there is also a majestic sword spirit.

When the green lotus completely submerged into the pupils, it actually made Jiang Xiaoman's heart tired.

This feeling has never even been felt when the coffin was carried into the mountain.

I felt that my eyelids began to become heavy, and a deep sleepiness swept through my brain.

The drowsiness gradually thickened, which made Jiang Xiaoman's thoughts begin to become a little sluggish.

"Can't fall asleep, can't fall asleep!"

Jiang Xiaoman shook his head vigorously, wanting to dispel this sudden sleepiness.

Subconsciously, a voice warned me not to sleep.

It's so weird and inexplicable, and there is wind and snow all over the sky.

It is very dangerous to sleep in such a field.

That sword Ye Qinglian followed her pupils and entered Jiang Xiaoman's sea of knowledge.

Through the sea of knowledge straight into the dantian.

Eventually, Qinglian took root in the dantian.

The lotus leaves are swallowed, and the sword aura is permeated.

However, as soon as it is opened and closed, it absorbs all the qi in the dantian.

Jiang Xiaoman wanted to scold, but he couldn't say a word after opening his mouth for a long time.

The sleepiness is strong, and the whole body is weak and weak, let alone spoke.

At this point, it became extremely difficult to even lift the eyelids.

In a trance, Jiang Xiaoman suddenly thought of a word.

Snatch away!

Martial arts practice is like sailing against the current.

People are like boats, and heaven is like water.

Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize a boat.

If the boat is broken, the ship will sink and the people will die.

Sometimes, people are like boats.

But when faced with the sinking of the ship and the death of people, it is possible to change to another boat.

Of course, if you want to change to another boat, you must also be qualified.

The realm of princes is the lowest threshold.

If you cultivate to become a prince, you can break the Dan and condense the baby.

Even if the physical body is worn out, the infant will not be dispersed.

If you put your divine consciousness on the primordial baby, you can relive.

If you want to live again on the long river of heaven, you need to change boats.

For monks, all living beings in the world can be boats.

But if you have a choice, it is best to be a human race.

Changing the boat means strangling the original owner of the boat.

This is the seizure.

Giving up is not reincarnation, but it is different from death.

The consciousness of the snatched people perished.

However, those who have been given up can obtain the memories of the people who have been taken away.

It seems that this is more of an alternative inheritance.

Before completely losing consciousness, Jiang Xiaoman suddenly felt a little annoyed.

Nature is not annoyed by the impending demise.

Instead, I felt as if I had worked in vain.

Knowing this, it would be better to let Xuan Cang take it for his grandson at the beginning.

In this way, it is better than running to the wilderness in the wind and snow for no reason.

The deal with Old Man Xuan should be regarded as a loss.

The corners of Jiang Xiaoman's mouth tugged hard, as if he wanted to say something.

Before he could speak, he finally fell into a deep sleep.

......

Around, there was chaos, and there was purple qi churning up and down.

In the purple air, there is a green lotus that blooms very delicately.

Above the green lotus, there was a person sitting cross-legged, with white hair like snow and white eyebrows above the knees.

This is a man, with a face like a knife, sharp edges and corners, not angry but self-assured, supreme and natural.

There was a blood-colored long sword on the man's lap, which was the ancient sword Zhu Immortal.

The sword body is wrapped around a total of 7749 talismans, which are uncertain.

Under the purple gas, there is a vast lake, ethereal as smoke.

On the lake, a teenager floats.

The boy floated up and down in the lake, but he still fell asleep.

What makes people feel funny is that he is obviously sleeping in the lake, but the corners of the young man's mouth are slightly upturned.

It seems that it should be a beautiful dream.

The sleeping boy was none other than Jiang Xiaoman, who thought he was about to be taken away.

The heart is almost like this, it is never afraid of death, it is regarded as a dream that will never wake up.

The man's eyelids moved, and he opened them suddenly, but when he saw the young man not far in front of him, he was stunned, and he smiled abruptly, and said with emotion: "You can sleep like this, the little guy is really a character." ”

Raising his hand on his lap to support his chin, the man said to himself: "After all, even after the old man, it is not a matter of soaking in the lake like this." ”

With a smile, he raised his hand forward, trying to fish the boy out of the lake.

Perhaps because he had been sitting cross-legged for a long time, the man's movements were very slow.

But just like this, when he raised his hand, Hongmeng purple qi gushed out from his palm.

Immediately, the purple qi condensed, turning into a purple chain, which wrapped around Jiang Xiaoman's wrist like a snake, slowly pulling him towards the cyan lotus platform.

Jiang Xiaoman still didn't wake up, and his brows furrowed slightly.

As if he felt something, his eyelids lifted slightly, he smacked his lips and muttered something in a low voice, and then fell asleep again.

"Isn't it true that the people of the Jiang family in the Southern Regions are so nervous?" The man shook his head, remembering that old friend from a long time ago, who was also like this young man, and his heart was so big that it was boundless.

Even if he is seriously injured and dying, he can still sleep soundly and sleep peacefully.

is also the supreme of the Five Domains, the Jiang family, and it is really a little elusive.

No wonder some people say that the man of the Jiang family is Shura!

Isn't that so?

Only Shura would be so fearless of life and death.

Placing Jiang Xiaoman in front of him, the man thought for a moment and stroked his fingers towards the young man's forehead.

A soft halo arose between his fingers, pouring into Jiang Xiaoman's mind.

After a long time, the man withdrew his hand and sighed in a low voice, "I thought I had slept for a long time, and I had a dream for a thousand years." But I don't want to, Kyushu has only passed seventeen days, months, spring and autumn. ”

Got up and looked at the sky, it was the sun, moon and stars coexisting, and the man muttered in a low voice: "Win twenty-one, it seems that you lost this game." ”

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, put his hands behind his back, and whispered: "Since you are awake, don't pretend to be asleep." ”