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Since Chen Deadwood walked out of the twilight mountain, the speed under his feet has become more and more rapid, one step at a time, it seems to be a leisurely walk, but in fact the speed is to the extreme. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Jiang Yangsheng, who was sweating behind him, gritted his teeth and chased after him, he stared at the strange steps at Chen Kumu's feet, Handan toddlers generally imitated with the steps under his feet, but the steps under Jiang Yangsheng's feet were a little funny, and even more like 'painting a tiger is not an anti-dog', after half a day, Jiang Yangsheng gained very little, but he never gave up.

Although martial arts comprehension is important, but after all, comprehension is ranked after persistence, in the Great Zhou Dynasty, many martial arts masters will always warn them when educating their disciples, diligence can make up for clumsiness, heaven rewards diligence and the like, once Yulindao Jiang Loan and others have been chanted in front of Jiang Yangsheng, but unfortunately Jiang Yangsheng in his heart although he agrees with the mouth but does not admit it, and then privately read some of the secret history of the rivers and lakes This is suddenly the case, the lonely book said that most of the people who have dominated the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years are some talented and stupid people who seem to be unenlightened, it is these people who are not favored but can have the last laugh, leading the rivers and lakes, Jiang Yangsheng also deliberately went to check itIn the past five hundred years, among the people who have risen to the rank of immortals, except for the Taoist person who is called 'the youngest person in a thousand years', they are all in the open gate of heaven after the age of 100.

'The youngest person in a thousand years to accept Qi and God' - Taoist little ancestor, Jia Yulong.

If it is said that the sword immortal Kong Daode twenty years ago pressed the same generation to hold his head up on the way to swordsmanship, and the dead wood Zen monk a hundred years ago pressed several generations to raise his head on the Dao, then Jia Yulong, who is recognized as the youngest god of qi and harmony in a thousand years, almost crushed the backbone of the rivers and lakes.

At the age of twenty, he entered the realm of a product, and at the age of twenty-four, he entered the realm of accepting qi and gods, and then began to walk the rivers and lakes to see all the states of the world, and left the gate of heaven at the age of forty-five and successfully ascended.

I have to admit that Jia Yulong ranks in the immortal class at a staggering speed, and some people speculate that if he deliberately suppresses his realm and delays the opening of the Heavenly Gate, then it will consume the luck of the entire rivers and lakes, so that the rivers and lakes will not appear again.

Chen Kumu's body is like the wind, more like a Kunpeng rising in the wind, and after a short time, the Jishui River appeared in front of him.

During this period, Chen Kumu sat down in a remote farmhouse to ask for some water for the little girl on her shoulder, when the little girl who picked up in the dilapidated house at the foot of the twilight mountain washed off the dirt on her body, her red cheeks were resolute and smiling, more like a boy, she sat on Chen Kumu's shoulder, only holding the green lotus stalk in her arms, never looking around, and always lowered her eyebrows.

Near the Jishui River, crossing the Jishui River is out of the territory of Qilu Prefecture, this Jishui River has always been in the hearts of the Chinese people in Jishui City can be described as love and hate; crossing the Jishui River is an unconstrained sky, a broader sky than Beilai, but if you want to get through this Jishui River, you have to risk being killed by Beilai spies, these cold men who cherish their lives like gold are naturally unwilling, and this Jishui River is also cutting off their grievances and illusions.

Standing on the bank of the Jishui River, looking at the Jishui River rushing down, hundreds of miles downstream of the Red Emperor City, there is a beauty dam, the most arrogant second son of Beilai on the beauty dam once held his personal maid to watch the big wind and waves.

The Jishui River has always been the most active place for the 'Xumen' spies in Beilai, because many Beilaiwen people who want to 'read poetry and books and sell emperors' want to come to spend the Jishui River, so the spies in Beilai will be killed on the spot as soon as they find these smuggled cold doors.

In Beilai, where martial arts and literature are suppressed, the lives of literati are like mustard.

Chen Kumu stood on the edge of the river, looking into the distance, as far as the eye could see, the river was surging, endless, the morning sun and the sunset, the weather was thousands, this river was the same as the twilight mountain, it was the river of luck in Beilai.

Some people say that the traitor and thief admonished before the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty that Beilai wanted to raise a dragon qi ancestral vein that was not lost to the top of Kunlun Mountain with the help of Dusk Mountain and Sumeru Temple, and even Mr. Kanyu said that Dui Mountain has been the dragon head of Beilai vein since ancient times, and the luck that Yulindao intercepted from Kunlun Mountain was hidden in the mouth of the dragon in Dusk Mountain as a pearl, and it was taken out in the future, absorbing the great luck of the earth, and causing trouble in the world.

Of course, these are all rumors circulating in the rivers and lakes, which are pure nonsense and have little reliable basis.

Chen Kumu picked up a handful of clear river water and handed it to the little girl on her shoulder, the little girl took a sip and stopped drinking, she didn't speak, just gently grabbed Chen Kumu's head full of green silk, the latter smiled sincerely, and sprinkled the water in her hand into the river water.

Jiang Yangsheng stood by the river in the distance, he had never taken the initiative to communicate with Chen Kumu, even if he couldn't understand the strange steps under his feet, he didn't ask him for advice, he had a feeling that Chen Kumu would not give him a solution, even if the preaching was based on Jiang Yangsheng inadvertently helping him.

Suddenly, a huge bubble bubbled out of the river water under Jiang Yangsheng's feet, and the silt under the river surface rolled out, instantly turbid, and a wet figure shot out from the surging river water, and rushed straight to Jiang Yangsheng's face, holding a sharp dagger with dazzling light in the hands of this figure.

Jiang Yangsheng, who was about to lean over and take a handful of river water to quench his thirst, was shocked, at this time he was defenseless, even if he drew his sword, it was too late, obviously this person had been dormant in the river for a long time, because his skin had already appeared a little white, and at first glance, he had been immersed in the river for too long.

The spy who follows the door like a shadow!

Jiang Yangsheng, who was defenseless at the moment, couldn't save himself even if he wanted to pull out a knife.

The figure, holding the cyan dagger in his hand, was in front of him in an instant.

Jiang Yangsheng could only watch in a daze as the dagger slashed towards his neck, helpless.

The little girl sitting on Chen Kumu's shoulder opened her eyes wide in horror, her eyes were full of fear and panic, and the next moment, her arms suddenly emptied, and the green lotus stalk flew out of it, stabbing straight into the distance.

The eyes of the 'Shenmen' spy with a cyan dagger bloomed with a crazy color, and he liked to see the panicked look of his prey when he was assassinated, especially the almost desperate struggle and helplessness, which made him very useful.

Thinking of the desperation of the red-furred man after being pierced in the neck, the dagger in his hand unconsciously increased his strength, the sound of breaking wind whistled, the cold light on the blade was clear, and his wet arm brought up dots of water, like a string of beads with broken threads bursting out.

The next moment, the scarlet bloomed on the river surface like a vermilion peony, and then gradually became thick, disappearing as the river water disappeared, like a little bit of vermilion ink dripping on the fine rice paper, leaving only a faint smell of blood wafting on the river surface after a while.

A corpse fell straight into the river, and a shocking bloody hole appeared on the corpse's chest, and his vitality came to an abrupt halt, and there were too many doubts in his eyes, and then disappeared with the boiling river.

This 'drunken' spy can't even look at death, his eyes are wide, a little incredible, a green lotus runs through his chest, nailed to the river in the distance, the clear water ripples, the green lotus stalk blooms in a trance, and then it becomes a bubble and disappears into nothing.

A lotus in the eternal sky!

The 'Xumen' spy didn't understand, he didn't believe that anyone else could save the man who had bitten to death under his dagger, only a moment, only a little bit, he was done, but he didn't understand what was stuck in his chest, he only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and when he slowly looked down, the fist-sized blood hole was gurgling outside.

Chen Kumu let go of the little girl's eyes that were tightly covered, and the latter looked curiously at the river, but there was nothing in the current place.

The little girl finally grinned, but she smiled at Jiang Yangsheng, who had survived the catastrophe.

Chen Kumu's face was expressionless.

Jiang Yangsheng stood on the bank of the river, his heart was surging, and he had a feeling of rebirth after the catastrophe, if Chen Kumu didn't make a move just now, he would be in the middle of the Chen corpse river now, everything is in the past, what brocade clothes are night walks, what swaggers through the market, what Beilai II is empty.

Chen Kumu except for the little girl sitting on his shoulder is a cold look, he stretched out his hand, the green lotus stalk is like a sharp sword flying out, was held in his hand, and then thrown like a river, the green lotus stalk is like a small boat, Chen Kumu carried the little girl on his shoulder, jumped lightly, jumped into the river in the latter's surprised eyes, the green lotus stalk rose and fell a few times, it was like a big boat painting boat as steady as Mount Tai, not in a hurry to float to the other side.

The little girl sitting on Chen Kumu's shoulder looked back and saw Jiang Yangsheng standing by the river, the latter made a surprise grimace at him and smiled happily, while Jiang Yangsheng pulled out a smile that was more ugly than crying.

Chen Deadwood's clothes are flying, and the white shirt is like a white egret on the blue river, unruly.

Fight, fight!

When the Qinglian Terrier reached the heart of the river, there was a long howl from behind Jiang Yangsheng, the whistle came from the dense forest on the riverside, the sound was rolling like thunder, and several birds that were originally startled suddenly exploded into blood mist in this full roar.

At present, the well-known martial arts watershed of the Great Zhou Dynasty is the realm of three products, and one way to see whether a person has reached the realm of three products is whether he can tread the water, since ancient times, the martial arts above the three grades can be regarded as really on the martial arts, in the cognition of many people in the Great Zhou Dynasty, as long as they can walk above the water, they must be above the three ranks.

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