Knort.. A three-foot blade blocked the blood-stained scimitar just as it was about to stab into the baby's body.

The leader of the men in black, who staggered back, had just stood firm when he saw that the tip of the three-foot Qingfeng sword was already pointing at his throat.

At the same time, the owner of the three-foot Qingfeng was also standing next to the corpse of the old man holding the baby in his arms, and he was a thin old man with gray hair and a strange face.

The old man was dressed in a black robe, which looked very colorful in this snow-covered white world, the hand holding the three-foot Qingfeng was thin but powerful, and a pair of dark eyes were as sharp as a sword, which made the leader of the black-clothed man feel chills all over.

"Don't even let go of the child, damn it!" Lao Dao's voice seemed older than he looked, accompanied by that low and indifferent voice, Han Guang flashed, and before the leader of the man in black could react, the three-foot Qingfeng had already pierced his throat, running out from the back of his neck, and blood was dripping.

Laugh at.. Lao Dao, who drew his sword back, turned to crouch down and looked at the baby in the arms of the dead old man. Looking at the baby's deep eyes and delicate skin glowing with faint fluorescence, Lao Dao couldn't help but look surprised with a bright face.

"Unexpectedly, the old man is about to die, and God will send such a lin'er to me, it is really a vein of my ghost valley!" The old man who muttered excitedly and carefully picked up the baby, and noticed that the swaddling clothes were blue and white, carved with a green dragon and white phoenix, and the palm-sized round jade pendant, he couldn't help frowning and then looked at the baby in his arms with a slightly complicated gaze: "Qingtian Lin'er, it's a pity that he was born at the wrong time! Child, I'm afraid you don't have the emperor's fate in this life. ”

After speaking, holding the baby in one hand, and getting the corpses of the old man and those black-clothed people to the bottom of the cliff with the other hand, he swung his sword to shatter a large number of rocks and mud to bury the corpses, and then flew towards the cliff like a skyrocket, and the light skill was as high as a land fairy.

Thirteen years have passed in the blink of an eye, and in a paradise-like valley deep in the mountains, a handsome young man dressed in white and with loose hair, who looks like he is thirteen or fourteen years old, stands in front of a new grave, and his deep eyes have a mature and complex color that is very inconsistent with his age.

"Master, don't worry! Qinglin promised you that he would definitely magnify my Guigu lineage and not let the Guigu sect break the inheritance," After the sun slowly rose, the handsome young man who whispered to the new tomb turned around and left, and his figure quickly disappeared into the mountains and forests like a fluttering wind.

The young man was the baby who had died in the arms of the old man thirteen years ago, but was possessed by Xuan Lingzi. His master, the old man who adopted him and was the only descendant of Guiguzi, named him Li Qinglan.

And this time down the mountain, Li Qinglan, who is now the only heir of the Guigu lineage, thought of another name for himself, Wang Ao.

Ao is the surname of the Honghuang Dragon Clan, and as for the king, his body is a descendant of the Li Tang royal family, and he is the prince and the grandson of the dragon.

Now the outside world is in the chaotic era of the five dynasties and ten kingdoms at the end of the Tang Dynasty, the world is in turmoil, and the people are struggling to make a living.

There is no doubt that Wang Ao will experience a lot when he goes down the mountain this time, and all the wonderful and legendary stories in the world are indispensable. Here, let's not talk about them one by one..

Time is like flowing water, year after year, decades have passed in a blink of an eye, and Zhao Kuangyin, Taizu of the Song Dynasty, unified the Central Plains and ended the troubled times of five dynasties and ten kingdoms.

It is still the original deep mountain, but Wang Ao has already opened up a small world like a fairyland and a paradise by Wang Ao by unpredictable means.

Here the ancient trees are towering to the sky, the waterfalls and flowing springs, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the strange flowers and plants are everywhere, there are all kinds of rare and exotic beasts such as flying cranes and elks, the smoke and haze are shrouded, the clouds and mist are filled, between the mountains and forests and streams, you can often hear the sound of the woman's laughter like a fairy sound, everything is like a dream, so Wang Ao has taken a very nice name for this small world of mountains and forests, called Yunmeng Mountain.

Everyone knows that there is an out-of-the-world fairyland in this world, that is, Yunmeng Mountain, the hidden place of Wang Ao's ancestor, but not many people have really come here.

In Yunmeng Mountain, one is located in the middle of the steep peak, the mist is full of rise, there are emerald green vines growing inside, and there is a cave with a hot spring pool, on a white jade-like stone platform, there is a white-robed figure sitting quietly, and some white hair can be faintly seen in the long black hair that is scattered on one of its heads, but the face is still like a mature and elegant middle-aged man in his thirties and forties, whether it is a girl or a It definitely has a fatal attraction.

Call.. I don't know how long I was meditating with my knees closed, and the young man in the white robe let out a breath and slowly opened his eyes, those dark eyes as bright as stars were so deep that they seemed to be able to make people's minds fall into them.

The elegant middle-aged man who got up and landed on his feet seemed to step out of the cave like stepping on clouds, and came to the small platform outside the cave and stood with his hands in his hands, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the mountains with a smile on his face.

At this moment, a cyan shadow in the distance flew like a fairy, landed beside the elegant middle-aged man, turned into a tall and elegant beauty, and squatted respectfully with a smile on her face and said softly: "Concubine welcomes the ancestor out of the customs!"

"Xi'er, I've told you many times, you don't have to be so polite," the elegant middle-aged Wang Ao also smiled and stepped forward to help the woman up.

Looking at the stunning beauty in front of him, Wang Ao, who was about to say something more, suddenly sensed something, frowned and turned his head to look at the mountains and forests in the distance.

"Ancestor, what's wrong?" Seeing this, Xi'er, a beautiful woman on the side, couldn't help but ask curiously with a little confusion.

Wang Ao didn't say much, just took Xi'er's jade hand, flew up, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the sky above the mountains and forests in the distance.

Xi'er, who descended from the sky with Wang Ao, only heard a sound of laughter between men and women coming from the forest below, and then saw a handsome young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old on the grass in the forest and a mature beautiful woman who looked about thirty years old in disheveled clothes and wanted to do the things of men and women.

Seeing that the two of them were still grinding and making love with their ears and temples as if they were unconscious, Xi'er, who was flushed, couldn't help coughing lightly.

This light cough suddenly sobered up the mature beauty with a ruddy face and a look of enjoyment with her eyes closed, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Wang Ao and Xi'er standing in the air not far away, and her face couldn't help but turn white and panicked instantly, and then hurriedly reached out and pushed away the handsome young man who kissed and gnawed on her.

"Meiniang, what are you doing? You won't regret it, right? What, I'm afraid that the ancestor will find out? Don't worry, the ancestor is in retreat, and he doesn't have the heart to pay attention to you. Moreover, don't think I don't know, the ancestor hasn't touched you for several years, since that little week was brought back by the ancestor, how many women in this Yunmeng Mountain can be looked at by the ancestor? The handsome young man smiled and said that he was about to reach out and touch the pretty face of the mature beauty again.

Syllable.. Crisply slapped the shy and annoyed mature beauty in the applause, making the handsome young man who was caught off guard fall aside.

"Stinky, you.." The handsome young man who shouted angrily was about to move, when he noticed Wang Ao and Xi'er, who were cold faces not far away, couldn't help but change their faces wildly, and then hurriedly turned over and knelt down, and hurriedly kowtowed: "Ancestor, Ancestor spare your life.."

"Ancestor.." The mature beauty also turned over and knelt on the ground, and opened her mouth with a trembling voice trembling slightly.