One of the four looked at Cai Heng, his eyes were full of arrogance and disdain, a contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he stretched out the little finger of his right hand and quickly swiped through the air. [Ran^Text^Library] []

I didn't see any sword qi and palm power from him, but Cai Heng's body flew backwards out of thin air, and wounds appeared on his body.

Seeing this, the thin disciple immediately raised a fairy sword, shouted loudly, and slashed at the four people.

This time, the person at the head did not make a move, but the person standing at the end stepped forward, held the pen in one hand, and quickly waved it in the air a few times, only to hear a tiger roar, and a fierce tiger covered with black stripes appeared in the air, roaring and pounced on the thin disciple.

That disciple was no matter how talented he was, after all, he was also from Ling Yunfeng, and he swung out the immortal sword violently, splitting the ink-colored tiger in front of him in half.

And the tiger was also vulnerable, and instantly turned into two balls of ink.

But just when the disciple was secretly rejoicing, something strange happened.

The tiger that was split in half just now, each half turned into a fierce tiger and pounced on the defenseless thin disciple again, looking like a "sheep into the tiger's mouth"!

A strong palm power came from the Lingxiao Palace, and it immediately smashed the two fierce tigers in front of the thin little disciple.

"Your Excellency's 'Charming Voice' is really superb, and it can kill people invisibly. An old figure appeared at the gate of Lingxiao Palace, only to see that his right arm was holding Cai Heng, who was unconscious and covered in injuries, but the sleeve on his left side was empty, dancing with the wind.

"The head of Tianhengzi has won the award! Although the sound is invisible, the meaning is tangible, if I feel the beauty of the sound with my heart, my attack will naturally have nowhere to escape. However, if you can get the Fuxi Qin, this 'beautiful sound' can reach the extreme!" said the man at the head.

"What a lot of incisive opinions, but I don't know what the four bright holy envoys of Qinqi, calligraphy and painting are doing when they visit my Lingyun Peak?" Tian Hengzi said without humility or arrogance, quite with everyone's demeanor.

The Qin Holy Envoy at the head said: "The Ming Dynasty has always been stable, but recently, a group of demons from the Ten Thousand Demon Hall have appeared, which not only endanger the people in the country, but also threaten the emperor's power. ”

"According to the secret agent's report, the Ten Thousand Demon Hall will attack the palace in seven days, the emperor is very worried, so he ordered your faction to send its elites to Xuanhua, the eastern capital, within seven days to protect Your Majesty's safety, and your faction must exterminate the demons and evil spirits of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall within one month, in order to eliminate future troubles, there must be no mistake!"

"Qin Shengzhi, the masters in Xuanhua City are like clouds, there are three major generals and twelve lieutenant generals in the front, Dongchang and Jinyiwei in the back, and there are masters like Qinqi, calligraphy and painting to protect him, why do I need to send someone to protect the emperor's safety from Tianshan?" Tianhengzi asked unceremoniously.

"It is also appropriate for the head of Tianhengzi to have concerns, but this is the emperor's personal will, do you want to resist the decree?"

Tianhengzi thought for a moment, and then said slowly: "Please tell the emperor, I will definitely send someone to Xuanhua to protect the emperor within seven days, and the demon of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, we will definitely try our best to kill it." ”

"That's very good!" As soon as the Qin Holy Envoy finished speaking, the four of them turned into four white rays of light, which flowed rapidly, and then disappeared into the sky. At such a speed, even Tian Hengzi couldn't help but show an approving gaze.

Li Tianming's figure appeared behind Tian Hengzi, and he asked with a little surprise: "Master, this is the legendary Qinqi, calligraphy and painting of the four holy envoys of light?"

Tian Hengzi nodded, "At such a young age, they have such a profound Dao method, no one understands the routines of their spells, let alone their background and experience. ”

He sighed and looked into the distance where the white light had vanished, for his intuition was telling him that one of the four men he had seen before, but that was four hundred years ago, and that man was only a child of five or six years old at the time......

The stars are shining, the moon is shining, and the soft green waves** are on the cold lake, drunk in this deep night.

Since coming to Lingyun Peak, Chen Xiaomo has not been able to sleep well for a day, so every night, the flyover has become his best place.

The night was long, his thoughts drifted into the distance......

Since childhood, he has been a person with low self-esteem.

When he was a child, it was the time when boys were playing crazy outside, but he was an alternative.

He doesn't like to run crazy with children of the same age, nor does he like to play with children with all kinds of toys, he just likes to use some cards and playing cards to line up at home, simulating the scene of two armies fighting.

In most people's eyes, this behavior was simply boring, and even his parents repeatedly called him childish, but he enjoyed it.

Occasionally flipping through the various books that his mother used to use has also become one of the great pleasures of his life.

To this day, he still clearly remembers that he read his mother's history book when he was in junior high school, and whenever he read some magnificent war scenes, he had a feeling of excitement.

Perhaps, he also wants to be a historical hero!

In his spare time, he prefers to listen to his mother sing.

Mother can't say pentatonic incomplete singing, but so far she has not sung a full song. Still, he likes to listen to his mother sing, and that feeling of relaxation and soothing is something he still remembers to this day.

My mother is a junior high school graduate, and she has some knowledge. So when he was just born, his mother taught him to memorize ancient poems and calculate addition and subtraction within ten. And his memory is also quite good, no matter how long the text is, as long as he listens to it once, he can memorize it word for word. In the eyes of people at that time, he was simply a miracle, and everyone felt that he would definitely do something great in the future.

Like other children, he also listens to stories, the joys and sorrows of the characters, the ups and downs of the plot, and every word touches his heart.

He laughs when he hears something happy, and he feels a little sad when he hears something sad.

There were some stories that his mother told him over and over again, but he never heard enough of them, and he never tired of pestering his mother to tell him stories.

He has reached the age of kindergarten, but he has much more knowledge than the children in kindergarten. Therefore, he still likes to stay at home and be with his mother.

Perhaps it was the nature of a boy that he gradually became fond of knives and swords.

At that time, he didn't know how many knives and swords he bought, and then spent the whole day wearing a robe, holding a knife or sword in his hand, gesturing back and forth into the air.

When there was no enemy, he imagined an enemy, and then simulated the action of fighting with the opponent, and talked to himself from time to time, which seemed to the adults to be a madman at that time, which did not match his quiet and lonely personality at all.

The children on the street also played with guns and sticks, but he always played alone. I don't know if it's the loneliness in my heart, or the quirks of my personality, he doesn't have a male partner who can play, and whenever he goes out to play with everyone, he either has a language disagreement or is bullied. After being bullied a few times, he didn't want to go out again.

He wore robes, wielded swords and swords, and imagined that he was a hero, and he was a great general, holding cards and arranging his troops. It's just that all this is so far away for him