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The white jade platform in front of this cloud top is now renovated, only on the threshold of the Taoist temple, there is still a profound mark, almost to cut off the vermilion threshold that has never faded.

The young Taoist priest in Tsing Yi sat on the threshold, his eyes looking at the sea of clouds rolling in the distance, and where the wind passed, an empty sleeve tube floated fiercely in the air with the wind.

"Flowing clouds, flowing clouds, you can see the flowing clouds at the height of your eyes, but it is difficult to see the world clearly. "The rookie kendo who was once cut off by a long pavilion of Qin Fang has an arm, but now his eyes are blank and his face is dirty.

Yang Zonglan did not complain too much about being defeated by someone else's sword, although that sword was suspected of being opportunistic, but how could I, Yang Zonglan, be a scoundrel? If my skills are not as good as others, my skills are not as good as others, and I don't have much to say.

However, I have practiced the Demon Slaying Immortal Sword for more than ten years, how can I not be defeated by the strange swordsman who came out of nowhere?

A green coat can't answer, a sleeve empty can't answer, and the same is true for the cloud crown on his head.

"Zong Lan. ”

Hearing this, Yang Zonglan suddenly looked forward, and a Taoist robe that was also cyan but slightly dirty and tattered, leaning on an old peachwood cane, came jolting.

This genius swordsman, who had never been born and had never cried, let out a hoarse voice in his mouth, and his eyes were red, "Master." ”

"What's the matter, being bullied? Zong Lan, don't be afraid, the old man is going to beat that little bastard with my scepter for three days and three nights, so as to make sure he runs away!" The old Taoist priest still had two newly broken iron chains in his hands, but the thin old man didn't feel anything, and slowly walked to the point that he was a young rookie who had become famous all over the world without raising him by himself.

His eyes gradually narrowed, Yang Zonglan turned his head to look at this wrinkled old Taoist priest who had been so old since he could remember, and said softly: "You, don't move this hand, lest people say that you are disrespectful to the old." Besides, your body and bones can't withstand the rush of the group of tigers and wolves at the bottom of the mountain. ”

"It doesn't matter, the old man has been like a day for decades, and the sword is not old!" The old Taoist apprentice patted his chest as he learned from his childhood, and smiled with a mouthful of big yellow teeth.

"You've escaped, hurry up, and those demon catchers will have to come and take you away in a while." Yang Zonglan stretched out his remaining left hand, picked up the old man who was not a little like a master and a father, and walked to the white jade platform.

Walking to the end of the white jade platform, the old Taoist priest suddenly stopped, "That kid was here to insert the sword into the white jade platform that day?"

The one-armed apprentice in Tsing Yi answered yes.

"Kung Fu is still shallow, but those swords are good. The old Taoist priest broke away from Yang Zonglan's support and walked down the mountain tremblingly, even Yang Zonglan couldn't figure out whether he was talking about the three swords of the white-clothed scholar or the long and short swords.

"One arm and one sword. Before the old Taoist priest in Tsing Yi finished speaking, two silver scimitars flew down from the nine heavens and drove straight into the pipa bone of the thin old man.

"The demons have to be troubled! and go to the demon cave!" Then the two white-clothed people who couldn't tell whether they were Taoist or real people picked up the old Taoist priest and flew down from the white jade platform with a bang.

Yang Zonglan was full of tears, and the dirt on his face was about to be washed away, "Okay." ”

The old man said, I'll do it.

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In the small village not far outside Luoyang City, the nine-year-old Jiujiu was carrying a large black charcoal-like sword box, holding a book with pictures given by Mr. Shushu, and his eyes were full of heat.

Seeing the most unbelievable, "This godly thing has such great ability! Kick a mountain flat with a single foot?!"

"That's not it! There's something even worse, one stretches out his hand and pulls the sky down!"

Jiujiu looked up when he heard the sound and saw a middle-aged gentleman who was learning from those old scholars to grow beards.

"Jiujiu, are you tired of watching, tired of seeing Ming'er go to Mr.'s study with a big bag! Rest assured, your mother won't hit you with a mallet. Mr. Shujuku, who was wearing a square scarf on his head, took the child's hand and went to the study in the small town outside the village.

"Sir, really?" Jiujiu put down the old book that contained the gods and demons in it, and his eyes blinked.

The gentleman stroked his beard and smiled, "Yo, are you really tired of watching?"

Jiujiu, who was a year older but didn't grow bold, had a little red face, and said hesitantly: "That, that should not be there." ”

"Greedy ghosts. Besides, sir, all I teach you are serious books, and these can only be ...... I can only hide under the covers at night to watch. The bearded gentleman paused, and finally remembered the sentence he didn't understand. That's what that kid said, that's right.

"What do you think about in the bed? It's pitch black, and there aren't even fireflies!" Jiujiu raised his head, thinking about it all over the place, and didn't understand what the gentleman said, he looked in the bed, and brought the oil lamp in?

"Well, there's nothing about it, you little guy will understand it when he grows up. Mr. Shojuku snatched the strange sage's forbidden book, stuffed it into his bosom, and ran to the narrow study on the east side of the town.

Jiujiu didn't react at once, and was robbed of the book by Mr., so he hurriedly spread his feet and rushed over, regardless of his red face and red ears.

Mr. looked back at the running child, and sighed in his heart, I didn't expect that I, an old old man who was scolded, could still play with children, and I was afraid that I would laugh off other people's big teeth when I said it.

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Zhumen Jiuzhang, Jiangnan ambition.

In front of the Jiuzhang Zhumen, which was about to plunge into the sky at a glance, a young man in Tsing Yi who looked like a Confucian walked down, and the folding fan in his hand shook slightly.

As soon as the palace officials saw this person, they bowed their heads and said, "The old slave has seen His Royal Highness. ”

His Royal Highness Tsing Yi smiled and asked, "Where is my father now?"

"Back to His Highness, King Annan is in His Highness's 'Hezi Courtyard'. After the old butler finished speaking, he bent his waist, as if the name of the killing god would turn into a mountain and press on his back.

The palace of Annam was built on the mountain, and two giant courtyards were built for the king of Annam, Qin Cheng, the princess of Annam, and the two royal highnesses, respectively, which were built with huge sums of money, just like the palace city of Yong'an.

After passing through countless cornices, corridors, pavilions, and water pavilions, and then passing a mountain of camphor forests, His Royal Highness Qin Er shook his fan and walked into the "Hezi Courtyard" built according to the layout of the chessboard.

There are black ravines crisscrossing the stone slabs on the ground in the courtyard, and the Confucian students in Tsing Yi trample through.

When it came to the seven-story pavilion, His Royal Highness Qin Er slowed down his pace, brushed away some of the red mud accidentally stained on Tsing Yi, and Shi Shiran walked into the seven-story pavilion.

If someone looks up, they can see a large plaque on the top of the sixth floor pavilion, with gold letters on a black background on the top:

"Sunset Tower".

In the pavilion, the brocade is paved on the ground, and the three-legged incense burner is rising. The man in Tsing Yi didn't even look at it, so he walked up the crimson staircase made of wood from nowhere, and after going up dozens of steps, he turned the corner and saw the back of the middle-aged killer god who had eaten the crab with one arm for several days.

His Royal Highness Qin Er trotted up, walked to the side of the bookshelf, pulled out a chessboard, and was about to take the two jars of chess pieces, when a hoarse voice came from behind him.

"Dad didn't come to play chess with you, he just wants to know how Jiuting is doing now? What is the situation? Tell Dad about it. ”

Tsing Yi let go of the chessboard and turned to sit across from his father, just across a small crimson table.

Tsing Yi trembled, "That Zang Shu was scolded by Chen Yewang of the Dongxuan family, saying that he didn't know anything about the world and only knew Qing talk, and he was scolded by the group of scholars and scribes above the Nine Pavilions. Although Yang Lin of the Yang family is able to speak well, he has always been short-sighted. Otherwise, there are still not many good seedlings in the Li family and the Han family this year, let alone other small families. However, it is a pity that Chen Yewang seems to have run away with a wild roader who does not know how to open the way with a sword in white, and he has not been able to find a trace so far. The gate of Chen's mansion was pierced by a huge force, and the old lady of the Chen family vomited blood and died for a long time, but she didn't expect that the daughter-in-law of the Chen family would be so decisive that she drew her sword and killed herself. ”

Now, the Dongxuan Chen family is only the only seedling left with Chen Yewang, betting the whole family on him, and the Chen family is as ruthless to their own family as they were back then. King Annan, who broke the general trend of the Chen family with a knife, sighed majestically, took the tea made by his son himself, and took a sip.

"When your eldest brother comes home from the north to visit relatives, let's have a meal together, how many years, I don't know how many years I came back to visit Lao Tzu......" Qin Cheng, who was a little twilight, got up and went downstairs.

His Royal Highness Qin Er stood up, then straightened his waist and said with a smile: "It must be! When the time comes, I will scold him for my father, and maybe I can smash a few punches on his solid chest to give our father his anger." ”

Hearing the footsteps getting farther away, the Second Highness turned around, pulled out the chessboard again, held the sunspot in his hand, and left a watch out.

"Big brother, hehe. ”