In the rivers and lakes, conceit often kills people or loses everything.

There are many seniors in the rivers and lakes who have been famous for a long time, but they have folded in the hands of some juniors who have just come out of the rivers and lakes, and they have become the background board on the growth of those young masters who have just come out of the rivers and lakes.

A few years later, most of those young masters were obscure, and only a few became a new generation of masters of the rivers and lakes.

Is it true that those seniors are not as good as these juniors?

Maybe there are, but most of them are not, they take advantage of their years, and the realm and experience are two things that can be grinded out with time, and the reason why they lose is because of their conceit.

Li Wenshuo knows his own strength and believes that no matter who the opponent is, he will have a chance to fight with him, even if he is not an opponent, he can get out of the way.

But he knows that his current self should not be Zhang Yuanzhi's opponent.

And Zhang Yuan's whereabouts are unknown, which is what worries him the most, if even Zhang Yuanzhi dies in the hands of Xuegong, then he believes that he can get out of the whole body, is it a little too stupid?

The rain is still falling.

Li Wenshuo was thinking.

Anyone could see that he was absent-minded, and Luo Jiuyi even took advantage of this moment to make him a cup of tea.

Most of the quarrels only happened to Tang Hu and Su Yun, and they became more and more out of control, and the topic had shifted from where was the entrance to the school palace and how many people would be on guard to why Tang Hu went to the Qinglou last month.

Tang Hu explained that the painting was hanging in the lobby of the Qinglou at that time, and he went to the Qinglou, of course, for the painting.

Su Yun just sneered and said Then why did you come back the next morning, you didn't have the money to afford it, and you sold your body in exchange for hue?

Here Nian Ci interjected, Brother Tang is really informal.

Tang Hu's eyes widened and said how could it be.

The quarrel continued, Li Wenshuo drank tea, watched them arguing, and when it was dawn, they all fell asleep on the table.

Even Luo Jiuyi was snuggling on Li Wenshuo's back at the moment, snoring gently, sleeping very sweetly, Li Wenshuo was motionless, only rubbing the teacup with his fingers, looking at the fat mosquito mixed in the tea leaves, his brows condensed in anticipation that this mosquito had just fallen in, not long before he drank tea.

Lingxiu Mountain is also in Zhongzhou, not far from here, but Li Wenshuo really doesn't want a few people to follow him into danger, after all, with Tang Hu's strength, although they can be called masters, it is difficult to get involved in this matter.

A few people also understood, so they stopped in the small town outside the mountain, hid their whereabouts, and went to do some other things.

Only Li Wenshuo and Luo Jiuyi entered the mountain.

They didn't have the Imperial Sword, although according to Li Wenshuo's idea, since the thirty-three-story rooftop protruded from the rock wall, they could directly resist the sword, and go straight up to the thirty-third layer of heaven from the top, and they didn't have to go to the trouble of finding the entrance at all.

But he didn't say it, because he knew that if Lao Huang came here, he would have to enter the mountain from the bottom or wait.

He wanted to see what was going on down the mountain.

They walked very fast, the first thing to do was to find the crack, Li Wenshuo felt that he had found the right way, and he had already seen the stream and peach forest along the way, which was not much different from what Tang Hu analyzed yesterday.

However, when he looked up, he didn't see the immortal riding the crane, and he didn't see the four things he was interested in.

Everything that catches your eye is normal, but it's a little too quiet, except for the sound of water and wind, you can't hear any other sounds.

I walked a little further.

The peach grove turned into a large area of fallen broken wood, leaving shocking cracks and terrifying gaps on the ground, and the sword intent and sword intent that had not dissipated for a long time still resided in the air.

Li Wenshuo is very familiar with that knife, he has fought with it several times, this is the knife of Baili Chaohua, looking at this knife, he should have also entered the realm of breaking the army.

As for the sword, he didn't recognize it.

It's just that on the mountain wall, he saw two sword marks, the sword marks were fine, sharp, and narrow, which was definitely different from the feeling of gold and iron that ordinary iron swords cut out, but it made people unable to question the strength of this sword at all.

What kind of swordsmanship is this?

Li Wenshuo saw the traces of the Wudang flying sword, it can be said that it is Zhang Yuanzhi, this sword is not as strong as he imagined, so he remembered another person, that person is called Zhang Baoding, who once fought with a lightning strike wooden flying sword in Hanzhou.

It turned out that he also came, but he didn't know which masters came to Wudang, because he also felt a sword intent with the breath of Wudang, which was extremely strong.

The two of them watched as they walked, and did not stop.

The battle line stretched for more than ten miles, some new, some old, it seems that the two sides have fought more than one battle, and further on, whether it is the peach forest or the creek, it is destroyed by that kind of strong force and there is no trace.

Li Wenshuo frowned.

They went on and saw the crack, and they went in, and it was a mess, full of collapsed houses, ruined farmland, but not a single figure.

Both living and dead.

The surroundings are terrible, quieter than the outside, there is no wind, no water, no insects and birds, looking up, only a huge crack that extends for hundreds of zhang, as if to break the mountain.

The source of the crack was a dry well, and someone had smashed the wall of the well with a sword.

Who would do that?

Li Wenshuo had already seen this sword intent before, and he was a little helpless, this group of Taoist priests in Xindao Wudang was really simple and direct, and this sword directly blocked people's way out.

The two of them walked around here for a long time, but they didn't find anything, to be precise, they found a stone path that had been cut down by a sword.

The two retreated.

Li Wenshuo looked up at the sky, and said in his heart, could it be that he really wanted to fly up and see what was on it? He really had this idea and impulse, but this move was a bit too risky.

Suddenly, he had an idea.

He remembered again the sword that had slashed through the wall of the well.

He walked straight to the edge of the mountain wall.

Closing his eyes, he stretched out his hand and pressed on the stone wall of Lingxiu Mountain, which was thousands of feet high, his mind sank, his thoughts spread, the sound of the wind around him entered his ears, and the coldness of the earth was transmitted to the soles of his feet through the soles of his shoes.

Heaven and earth have vitality.

People have vitality.

Everything has a vitality.

When the vitality is gone, the person dies, and the thing that has the vitality dies.

Li Wenshuo's current body can communicate with heaven and earth, because the vitality in his body can form an endless circulation channel with the vitality of heaven and earth, just like the muscles and veins in the human body.

And the bridge that builds this vein is the innate qi, which is the new realm of the innate qi.

He put his hand on the mountain.

The innate qi in the body is connected with this mountain, and you can perceive the existence of this mountain with yourself.

A mountain that has existed for hundreds of millions of years can carry far more heaven and earth vitality than Li Wenshuo imagined, compared to it, Li Wenshuo himself is like an ant in front of a giant.

But this giant, though he breathed and had a beating heart, was unconscious.

Li Wenshuo really felt this giant across heaven and earth, felt his strength, and also felt his vulnerability.

On this day, all the sleeping masters on the thirty-three layers of the stone flat of Lingxiu Mountain opened their eyes.