"What is so interesting that you old people who are well-informed are so amazed?" Zhang Xuanzong came with his hands in his hands, and the cloth shoes on his feet rubbed against the rotten leaves, making a slight sound. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The old man Sandou looked at the sky, the dark clouds were heavy, and he smiled and said: "It's nothing, the old man just thinks that the weather this year is a little strange, there has just been a snowfall, and this rain is coming again." ”

He hugged the sheepskin coat stained with black dirt and oil stains on his body, and sighed: "I don't know if it's old, this weird weather makes the old man and me uncomfortable panic, these two old legs, they have been freezing and stinging recently, and it is not easy to walk." ”

Zhang Xuanzong probed the front half of his body and asked with concern: "You have to take care of your body, I still have a few bottles of Yannian Pill that is said to be refined by Daoling Ancestor, I will bring them to you another day." ”

The old man of Sandou waved his hand and said with a smile: "That's it, the old man has a cheap life, and he can't afford to use Zhang Tianshi's Baodan." My two old legs are also old problems, and they will pass after a while. ”

Zhang Xuanzong said meaningfully: "That's right, we must survive this winter, and we can't let those people get through it." ”

The old man Sandou bowed his head and said: "Yes, but if you want to survive them, the weather is not cold enough now, and only if it is colder can you freeze to death." ”

"So, can you make this weather a little colder?" asked Zhang Xuanzong respectfully.

"Absolutely. The old man Sandou looked at the white breath he exhaled, and said softly: "In winter, it should be colder, at least let the rain turn into snow." ”

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The sky in the sky was yellow like a cloth dyed with time, and the yellow clouds flowed like water in the sky.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of mist, which fell to the ground as if it were not a light cloud, but a heavy layer of stones.

A strong sense of unreality arises, and in this heaven and earth, it is as if heaven and earth have been turned upside down.

A man came from a distance.

The man was dressed in white, and his eyebrows were as sharp as a sword. Not just his eyebrows, his whole being was like a sword hidden in a sheath. Although his expression was calm and indifferent, it always gave people a terrible feeling that he could come out of the sheath at any moment.

He walked slowly through the fog, like an immortal.

I don't know how far he walked, the man in white looked up at the dark yellow sky, his two long eyebrows slowly stretched, and he gently spit out a word in his mouth: "Duh!"

The voice turned into an air sword and soared into the sky.

The qi sword cut through the sky, and those yellow swords vented down, like mountains and rocks pouring down.

Facing the yellow flowing clouds that fell like heavy rocks, the man in white pointed to the sky, and his fingertips were full of green energy, forming a small cyan sword the size of a palm.

The little cyan sword spun upwards and headed towards the clouds.

The dark yellow flowing clouds collided with the cyan sword, but it seemed to have encountered a natural nemesis, and a large hole was broken in an instant.

A cyan firework stained the clouds, and the cloth-like yellow clouds really burned, and the sky became clear again in a short time.

The man in white stomped his feet again, and the white mist at his feet rolled up like a dragon.

Canglong glared at the man in white, as if he was annoyed that he had disturbed his rest.

The man in white grabbed the head of the dragon with his palm.

The dragon's face showed a human-like horror and fear, and the dragon's head was cracked with stripes, and the dragon had just let out a half-wail, and its head cracked like a smashed stone statue.

The dragon fell, and the mist dissipated, revealing a vast area of ruins.

The rocks fell, the grass overgrown, and countless trees withered and decayed, lying on the ground.

The man in white frowned, although he had been prepared, but when he saw this scene at first glance, his heart couldn't help but sink.

"It's still the case here, and it looks like there's a catastrophe coming. The man in white said to himself with a calm face.

He pulled out a cell phone from between the sleeves of his sleeves.

Immortal cultivators are not completely separated from the mundane, such as mobile phones such as communication tools have also become the majority of immortal cultivators, especially young immortal cultivators' favorite communication tools, after all, the kind of flying sword transmission in the past is not only cumbersome to make, consuming immortal power, but also the communication efficiency is far less than that of mobile phones.

I don't know what means the man in white used, even in this small world isolated from the outside world, the mobile phone still retains a communication signal.

After rummaging through the address book for a while, he selected the mobile phone number with the note name "Tai Bai Xing".

He quickly and skillfully edited a text message and sent it over.

After sending the text message, he put his phone back in his sleeve and walked slowly towards the dark distance.

He didn't know that the article that read, "Wude Xingjun has fallen, Penglai Immortal Mountain has collapsed, there has been a catastrophe, make a decision quickly." The text message was not sent, and it was still quietly stored in the SMS outbox of his mobile phone.

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A rare heavy rain in winter came as scheduled, Song Qiu looked up at the gloomy clouds, listened to the sound of rain in his ears, and couldn't help but sigh that there was no vanity under the fame, and Xiao Jingteng, the god of rain, really lived up to his reputation.

He and the old dragon king Ao Guang moved a small bench and sat at the door of the Internet café, and each of them brought a bowl of hot dry noodles in a paper bowl and ate it with a grunt, and the pouring rain outside the house made them feel a special sense of satisfaction.

The slightly cold and wet mist splashed on the ground by the heavy rain came with the breeze, and Song Qiu finished eating the hot dry noodles with spicy seeds in the bowl, blew his nose, and shouted loudly: "Refreshing!"

Turning his head, he saw the old dragon king who was eating a bowl of noodles taking out a small notebook and a pen from his arms, and was writing something seriously, so he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Old dragon king, what are you doing here?"

"Take study notes. Ao Guang said without raising his head: "This rain god Xiao Jingteng's business ability is rarely strong, and in many places, even our Dragon King of the Four Seas has to study carefully, if it weren't for the fear of scaring him, we are going to give him the honorary title of 'Advanced Worker in Rain'." ”

Song Qiu rolled his eyes twice, picked up the finished paper bowl from the old dragon king's feet, threw the two paper bowls and disposable chopsticks into the trash can, turned around and walked back to the hut where he lived.

This group of immortals can be leisurely and passive, but he can't, the battle after half a year has always been like a sword of Damocles, hanging on his head, so that he always maintains a high degree of vigilance.

The battle of Qiulin Pavilion made him discover the huge gap between himself and Duan Jiulang, this kind of gap in cultivation cannot be completely smoothed out by a certain high-level exercise, he must work hard, hard, and hard again to have a chance to defeat Duan Jiulang after half a year.

Song Qiu sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes as bright as black pearls flashing.

He was thinking back, thinking about the battle on the Autumn Forest Pavilion.