Yunyang Fuqingyan, looking up and not seeing the top, exploring the ethereal cover from afar, there are immortals at hand. The pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info towering into the peak of the sky, the cold wind hissed, the snow flew sharply, a red boy stood in front of the wooden house, staring at the look and listening, in the center of the flat ground, an old and a young, a strange person stood against each other.

Wentu's long hair fluttered, holding a sword and condensing it, a momentum that broke through the mountain wind on Haoran's face; the old man's white hair had been tied up, the tail knot was a strip on Fu Rou's wrist, and a wooden sword in his hand seemed to be standing, leaning forward, staring at Wentu.

Call!

The sound of the sword rises, and the sword wind blows!

The two of them disappeared immediately, and they couldn't hear the sound of the two swords clashing, because it was a waste of time to block, and they both knew that the other party was going to stab there, and they just dodged, but the stabbing was still empty.

Wentu, although he does not have extremely high internal strength, but he has also read through the group of books, and his body has the blood of the shuttle master, and his potential is constantly stimulated, and his swordsmanship is extremely secretive, and he even feels terrible when he sends it out by himself!

The old man suddenly found that Wentu's body style was too weird, flickering left and right, although it was dodging, but the dodge amplitude and angle were often beyond his expectations, the shape was very indecent, and sometimes it was even ugly, this is not swordsmanship, this is by no means swordsmanship!

However, the old man no longer has much Tiangang Qi and cannot win with one move, and all the Gang Qi that he has cultivated for decades has already been injected into Xiao Fu Rou's body, removing the venom erosion for him. Otherwise, Wentu will inevitably be vulnerable! The old man has been lying in the mountain for 40 years, practicing martial arts every day, which can be compared to the time of ordinary people for a hundred years, and this extremely cold place can stimulate people's physical strength even more, if the internal qi is still there, no one in this world can withstand his three moves.

The old man was surprised and delighted, and even a little jealous, his eyes unconsciously opened, and his methods became even more ruthless. In fact, it's just a modern shuttle master, according to modern parlance, a killing technique that doesn't play cards according to routines!

Seeing that he couldn't win after more than a dozen moves, the old immortal suddenly let go of the hilt of the sword, and quickly pushed it away with his right hand, but his left finger flicked the wooden sword that was about to fall, and instantly a strong force attacked, and the wooden sword spun violently and swept Wentu's chest.

The fourth book is "Palm Technique", and the ninth book is "Sword Playing Divine Skill"!

How can there be a reason to loosen the sword in the right hand and turn it into a palm?!

Wentu was shocked, he didn't expect this old man to be unbelievable? In a little panic, he could only dodge the palm wind, and picked up his sword to pierce the old man's back hair, he knew the old man's fat and thin, and the length of his hair.

With a "snap", Wentu was hit by the wooden sword, his chest was hot, and he took a few steps back and fell to the ground.

The old man suddenly found that the long white hair was flying in front of him, and he looked intently, only to see that the yellow ribbon behind his head was actually on the Wentu long sword, and he pondered for a moment and looked up to the sky and smiled: "What a child, out of breath, out of breath!"

"Brother Wentu, who won this time?" Fu Rou couldn't see or hear why, so she had to ask.

"Niang Niang won!hahaha!" The old man diverted the topic, and immediately pulled up the two of them into the wooden house, as if the suffering had finally come to an end, and finally said loudly, pointing to the pile of books, "This is the best secret book in the south and the north, in the process of searching, I found that there are only five people in the world today who can be worthy of practicing martial arts, that is, there is a king in the south, King Chen, there is a king in the north, there is a forest, there is a black tooth in the Black Wild Mountain, in addition, even if there are thousands of skills, there is also a time to cap, if you add you, this six heroes in the sky, it is also balanced!"

The old man walked slowly, and then said meaningfully: "Your swordsmanship is the most disorderly, and it is also the most secretive, but it is a pity that the martial arts of the martial arts, regardless of personality; you are too benevolent, if you encounter one of them is cunning, you can't be ruthless, it is also your predicament; no matter who the opponent is, you must be careful!"

Wentu didn't understand what the old man meant, but just pretended to understand and nodded, because the old man was very excited at this time.

The old man raised his head, took a long breath, and showed a smile that he had never seen before, but that smile looked stiff and hideous to others, his face was full of wrinkles and huddled together, he couldn't see his eyes, and the old yellow and mutilated teeth in his mouth were extremely terrifying, and he also tried to laugh, after all, it was hissing a few sounds, he pointed to the outside of the house, pointed to Fu Rou, and pointed to Fu Rou's wrist strip in Wentu's hand, and slowly knelt down and begged in a low voice:

"Fu Niangniang, can you give that yellow ribbon to Xiaoxian to tie her hair?"

This frightened Wentu, looking at his changes and words, he was by no means a stupid person, why was he so persistent, and hurriedly handed the yellow ribbon in his hand to Fu Rou, and asked her to reward the old man.

Fu Rou immediately groped her way to the old fairy, raised her hand and didn't touch it, she touched the old man's hair with a slight lower, she talked about his hair with her own hands, bent down and put it on from below, and went around again before she tied up his messy dirty hair. And the old man trembled in shock, his head was very low, his hands were tightly clenched, and he looked extremely respectful.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, ......"

Fu Rou didn't know what Niangniang was, thinking it was Xiaoxian's ordinary name for herself, but she didn't care.

The old man stretched out his hand and touched the yellow ribbon almost in worship, and it took a long time to stand up, and when he saw Wentu, he was stunned and even a little frightened, and muttered:

"Actually, more than 300 years ago, there were legends about the red picture horse, Fu Niangniang, and the yellow ribbon, and now it is really here!"

Three hundred years ago, the red picture horse, Fu Niangniang, and the yellow ribbon, how could this be possible?

"Old Immortal?" Seeing that he was by no means lying, Wentu became more and more nervous, and couldn't help but glance at Fu Rou with admiration, and subconsciously pulled her over.

"This is a legend of my family......"

Wentu shook his head and didn't understand, picked Fu Rou up, and buckled the earmuffs, he didn't want Fu Rou to hear the horror. Fu Rou was very obedient and fell asleep in Wentu's arms.

"Legend has it that more than 300 years ago, the king of the southern kingdom was old, one day he suddenly announced that his two sons entered the palace and announced one thing: the two must be separated, one is the king, the other is the immortal; The two princes humbled each other, and finally the king named the eldest son as the king according to his character, which is now the ancestor of the king of the south; the second prince is my ancestor, and the king told him that one day, on the top of the snow-capped mountains in the north soil, there will be a white mushroom, which can cure all the diseases in the world, and the tenth generation of the king and grandson will meet a red horse there, a Fu Niangniang, and the mother will have a yellow ribbon tied around her wrist, and the king and grandson will heal the wounds of the mother, and the mother will also reward the king and grandson with the yellow ribbon feathers into immortals!

It's ridiculous, but it's not apocryphal. Because the old man didn't know that the horse's name was Hongtuju, but he thought that Fu Rou really stretched out his wrist when he first saw it, and the old man opened his mouth and asked if it was a surname, is it?

The old man stroked the yellow ribbon that had been waiting for ten generations at the back of his head again, and then said: "According to legend, the owner of the red picture horse is the Heavenly Mother, Bai Zhi will definitely heal her injuries, and she will also find the owner worthy of the colorful sword......!

Colored swords!

There really is a colorful sword!

Wentu was stunned and obsessed, and when he was leaving, he heard that the people near the northern city had rumors, and when the king of the Southern Dynasty quelled the rebellion against the northern soil, he heard that Chen Yinger went straight to the north court and generously wrote poems:

Under the sky, the north is angry, the delicate eyebrows and iron ride through the south pass, even if there is a heavenly court colorful sword, how can it be like Ying'er talking and laughing!

The subordinates asked what the colored sword was, and the king just replied: The legendary colored sword endowed with divine power has been lost to the world three hundred years ago, and it is in vain to find it a thousand degrees.

"Wait a minute!"

After that, the old fairy disappeared again, but he returned after a while, with an extra sword and a wooden box in his hand, which was the treasure he had guarded for forty years, and he had this object a few generations ago, and the old man learned that he was the tenth generation, so he never married, and came to the snow mountain alone, and practiced hard for forty years.

Maybe all this has been doomed a long time ago, if he knows who the person he saves is, it will be difficult to become an immortal!

Even if any mortal in the Southern Kingdom Dynasty is redeemed, then the merit will not only be cultivated for thousands of years!

The old man gave the sword to Wentu and instructed: "This sword is handed over to you for safekeeping, I am sure that you will not be its eternal master; ”

Wentu didn't dare to peek inside the scabbard, so he opened the wooden box, the white mushroom was pure and flawless, mushroom-shaped, and had long since dried up, but immediately burst out a strong fragrance to refresh people's hearts. Seeing that Fu Rou was sleeping soundly, he closed the wooden box and asked: "Old immortal, I don't know something, Fu Rou is only eight years old now, how can I talk about it?"

The old man took a deep look at Fu Rou, shook his head and said: "I don't know this, it's just that the day you reached the peak, according to common sense, she is just a child, and the poison in it is extremely strong, and she should have passed away three days ago. ”

Wentu was shocked, didn't Fu Rou come back from the dead?

The old fairy seemed to be worried and happy, but also approached Wentu, gently raised his palm, patted Wentu's back; instantly, Wentu felt extremely warm in his body, and an indescribable air flow was injected into his body from his shoulders, along Xuanji, Fengchi, Baihui, and down to the heavens.

Wentu fell asleep, so tired and tired...... Why is Mu Nu Festival so sad, there are a few tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, crystal clear, there seems to be no lining in the purple satin, and the compact jade body is so graceful; Isn't this Chen Ying'er? Where is the frightened look, she is obviously lying naked on the bed, and she actually smiled sweetly and leaned sideways, obviously feeling that the brocade quilt is no longer covered with a belt, and the fragrance is attacking! However, why are the eyes so obsessed, and they don't notice themselves at all? Wentu was just about to move, Chen Ying'er became the fourth princess again, her slightly blackened cheeks were squinted, and she looked like she was going to swallow people, how could Wentu control herself, she pounced on the princess's jade cheeks with both hands, and suddenly heard:

"Brother Ventu!"

Wentu hurriedly opened his eyes, and he actually held Fu Rou's little face with both hands, as if he was very dissatisfied when he woke up in pain.

Why do you have this dream?

Are you really a?

No, it's definitely not the case, Mu Nujie, Chen Ying'er, and the four princesses are indeed beautiful in the world, but their future wives will never covet differences on the top of this snowy mountain, what happened?

"Old Immortal Family?!" Wentu suddenly found that the old man was not there, and a sense of foreboding struck.

He slammed to his feet and rushed out of the cabin, instantly unable to control his pain from his own ......