Wudang, where the glory is not there, on the top of the broken mountain, the two old men are silent, and the atmosphere suddenly becomes extremely depressing, and a few yellow leaves fall and fall between the aura of the two, instantly turning into powder, indescribable horror. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a while, the veteran subordinates moved again, meticulously sweeping the yellow leaves all over the ground, day after day, year after year, and I don't know how many years they have been sweeping.

"I'm here to ask you for a favor. The old man watered the vegetables and picked at his big feet.

The sweeping veteran did not answer, and was silent.

The old man rolled his eyes, but he didn't expect him to have such a stinky temper for decades.

"I'll send you a disciple. The old man said, "He will definitely be able to revive your Wudang majesty." ”

The sweeping old man said plainly: "One year of prosperity, one year of decline, the great god dynasty has been inherited for two thousand years, and it is still buried in the long river of history, what can a little Wudang do? ”

The old man was speechless for a long time, his eyes rolled for a while, and said: "You can ask him to sweep the floor for you, water the vegetables and cook for you, not for me, that guy's roasted game is definitely a must, let him send it to you." ”

The sweeping old man ignored him, which made the old man embarrassed for a while, and he could only magnify his moves: "Okay, I'll be honest, he is an orphan of the royal family of the God Dynasty, and he is holding the fourth sword of the Sword Pavilion, and he is the one who came to honor the gambling contract this time!"

The sweeping hand of the old Taoist stopped suddenly, and the Taoist robe on his body was windless and automatic, and the hunting sound was like the sound of gold and iron.

The old man's eyebrows trembled for a while, and he was proud in his heart, he couldn't believe that he couldn't mess with your guy's Dao heart, after all, he could be regarded as the only surviving sword master of that sword!

"You should know the dangers of that bet. The sweeping old man raised his head, his eyes were still cloudy, but they were no longer the sense of decay, but an endless mist, like chaos.

"Half a Climb to the Sky ......" A cold light flashed in the eyes of the old man who watered the vegetables, and his fists couldn't help but clench.

How could he not know the danger of that place, his favorite disciple, the third head of Confucianism, was defeated there, and died soon after, which became an eternal pain in his heart, so he had to dig into the secrets there at all costs, and wanted to know what killed his disciple.

"You are too persistent, the deceased is like Sifu, since you are deceased, don't let others follow in your footsteps. "The voice of the sweeping man is still so flat.

The old man's eyes became cold: "Persistent? How can I not be attached? That is my only disciple, how amazing it was thirty years ago, it was okay to climb the road to heaven for thirty miles, why did he set up a bet and let him fall on the road to heaven, if I don't figure it out, I won't be blind!"

The sweeping old man sighed secretly, the indescribable vicissitudes and bitterness.

"What about you Wudang? Thirty years ago, the scenery was flourishing, the emperor was here to enter the incense, the incense was endless, and the temples were forested, but now, look at your surroundings, this is what you want? That ancient sword that penetrates the heavens is lost, and your disciples are all bleeding, could it be that the Taoist birth sword has turned your heart into a stubborn stone?" The old man who poured vegetables scolded, and cut it like a knife on the heart of the sweeping old man.

"That's enough!" the old man was about to say something, but the old man who swept the floor suddenly let out a low sigh, and a terrifying air flow swept away from his body, cleaning up the yellow leaves that had not been swept on the top of the mountain for thirty years in an instant.

The old man who poured the vegetables suddenly smiled: "That's right, I thought that after sweeping the ground for thirty years, I would sweep you stupidly, it seems that Yu Wei is still there, this is the momentum that the descendants of Taiji Sword Immortal should have!"

Without waiting for the old man to say anything, the old man who poured vegetables put on his shoes and walked down the mountain with his hands behind his back, and his voice came from afar: "Anyway, I will hand it over to you, he will go up the mountain in the near future, he is a very good junior, I hope you can help at the critical moment for the sake of that sword." ”

The sweeping old man stood there, watching the back of the old man slowly disappearing, the broom under his hand moved, but found that there were no fallen leaves on the ground, and he was not used to it for a while, so he was slightly stunned, looking at a statue in a dilapidated temple not far away, and was silent for a long time.

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Ye Qingguan didn't know that such a thing had happened on Wudang Mountain, and he, who was carrying a bamboo basket and a sword box, was going south along the official road at this time, and he was almost in the land of Suzhou and Hangzhou.

Since ancient times, there is a saying that "there is heaven above, and there is Suzhou and Hangzhou below", and the few eight words are enough to show that the land of Suzhou and Hangzhou is extraordinary, and it can be said that it is the richest area in Dahua.

And the endless wealth, but also make this place a little more feminine, the famous literati in history, most of them came from here, coupled with the unique gentleness of Jiangnan women, it is a little more rouge here, it has always been a place where romantic talents meet marriage.

Ye Qingguan was not in the mood to appreciate these now, because he was being targeted, and he was still a person he couldn't imagine.

Before entering the boundary of Hangzhou, the hills here are continuous, the mountains are very low, but the trees are lush and green, and endless vitality is deriving.

Ye Qingguan covered his shoulder, where blood oozed out, turned his head to look behind him, a hundred zhang away, a ghostly figure followed him, not touching the ground, an inch from the ground, just like this, stepping lightly into the void.

Ye Qingguan didn't understand how she separated from her half a month ago, she only had a slight fluctuation of internal force, how could she become so terrifying now, such a wonderful light skill is not something ordinary people can do at all.

Yes, following Ye Qingguan is An Lanxuan, or not An Lanxuan, she is in a state of confusion many times, and she has been repeating the words "who am I" in her mouth.

After being targeted by her ten days ago, Ye Qingguan never got rid of it, even if he used all his strength, he would be recognized if he changed his appearance.

Ye Qingguan is really bitter and can't say it, you don't know who you are, how can I know who you are?

Obviously, because An Lanxuan knew that sword, he naturally thought that Ye Qingguan also knew her, so he had been asking about his true identity.

Where would Ye Qingguan know, after saying a few times that he didn't know, An Lanxuan became angry and angry, and started fighting without saying a word, Ye Qingguan thought that he was able to catch it, who knew that An Lanxuan had become so powerful all of a sudden, almost every quarter of an hour, her strength was getting stronger, two days ago, she was no longer under herself, and he had never seen the magic technique she used, sharp and ethereal, like the power of a flying immortal, his shoulder was rubbed by a sword qi, and it became like this.

"Brother Ye!" An Lanxuan's voice came from behind him, Ye Qingguan had two big heads, there was no doubt that the current An Lanxuan had changed back.

"Why am I here?" An Lanxuan's puzzled voice came, Ye Qingguan didn't know how to answer, so he could only hold his shoulders and walk towards Hangzhou City in the distance, hoping to get rid of her there.