Chang'an, Qingpingfang.

Qingpingfang, located on the west side of the outer city of Chang'an City, belongs to the slum area on the edge of Chang'an City. It is no more than fifty miles long, and there are few cultivators, most of whom are inhabited by ordinary people.

The morning sun hangs high, and the golden light on the horizon is shining. Lovely clouds roaming and playing in the blue sky.

Qingpingfang, an ordinary house.

Two crimson courtyard gates, gray courtyard walls with moss.

Inside, in the front yard.

Under an old plane tree.

A young man dressed in a wide-sleeved green shirt, with long hair in a simple bun, and a little lazy between his eyebrows, was lying on a bench, holding a copy of "The Ancient Era of the Flood and Wilderness", and reading it with relish.

He closed the book, and wrote it on the title page.

"There is no saint after the primeval times, there are no immortals after the ancients, who has attained the Tao in ancient times?"

"Maybe for me, this is the best of times. Li Junhao shook his head, his face showed a trace of melancholy, a trace of self-deprecation, and muttered to himself with blank eyes.

Thinking of the records of the flood on Earth, he at least did not have to worry. When he woke up, he was beaten to pieces by those so-called saints, well, provided that he could wake up by then.

Don't worry, one day, if you are on your back, you will be accidentally affected by the fairy war, and you won't even have ashes left.

He stared into the void, his thoughts drifting.

Suddenly, it has been almost four years since I came to the flood wilderness!

It's only been four years.

He recalled that when he first arrived in the Ninth Age of the Flood Wilderness, there was nothing but a black box that he didn't know where it came from, and a ragged shirt.

It was really bleak to the extreme. If he hadn't encountered a small mountain village hidden deep in the mountains, he would have almost starved to death in the mountains and forests.

It's a pity that the language barrier really made him have a pretty difficult time!

If it weren't for good luck, the words in this life are similar to Xiao Zhen, but I'm afraid he will become the most miserable time-traveler in history.

He thought that he was going to spend his ordinary life in that small mountain village.

But he didn't expect that the black box that he had been unsure of. A year ago, he suddenly traveled from the Ninth Age of the Flood to the Eighth Age, the last year of the Heavenly Spirit Era, hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Now this is the second time he has crossed over!

Thinking of this, he frowned, leaned on the chaise longue with both hands, and sat up. There was a bit of confusion and contemplation on his face.

That black box, since it can take him, travel from the desolate world hundreds of thousands of years later to the present hundreds of thousands of years ago. Is it the flood that it brought to itself in the first place?

Thinking of this, he glanced at the three-dimensional projection equipment on the round table in front of him, which was playing the morning news of Chang'an. It's just a palm-sized, bronze-colored box. A dazzling array of runes were engraved on the bottom, and Li Junhao said he didn't know any of them.

Then look at the round, chubby black and white, somewhat tattered household puppet in the corner. He closed his eyes and remembered all kinds of flying cars, energy cannons, and even spaceships he had seen on the black market in the outer city!

He slumped limply on the chaise longue, holding his forehead with his hands, a little speechless.

said that the Great Flood is good, why does it feel like entering the interstellar world?

"Bang bang. ”

Just as he was secretly sad, suddenly there was an intermittent knock on the door.

He rolled his eyes, his face was a little helpless, and he was a little speechless: "Bao, move the drunken uncle outside in." ”

The chubby tattered puppet Ah Bao, with a flexible pace that did not match his body, quickly dragged a middle-aged man in a tattered gray robe from outside the door. Like dragging scrap, bump and bump all the way, and throw it in front of him!

There was a burst of dust, and he couldn't help but close his eyes, feeling pain in his heart for the drunken uncle. I secretly said in my heart, it is really the lowest level of unintelligent waste, and I can't do it at all.

He looked at the drunken uncle on the ground, who was still drunk. The messy long hair, the thick beard, and the non-mainstream clothes. It really has a bit of the style of a sharp brother.

The middle-aged man was lying on his back on the ground, his face was red, his eyes were hazy, and he was full of drunkenness. He burped, seemingly unconcerned about Po's destruction. Confused, he saw Li Junhao sitting leisurely on the recliner, and asked puzzledly: "Hey, Li boy, why are you at my house." ”

Li Junhao gave him a roll of his eyes, and said secretly in his heart: "If it weren't for the fact that you have a domineering name, Lao Tzu wouldn't bother to pay attention to you." ”

"Yan Chixia, Uncle Yan. You see, this is my home!" he said angrily.

It's been a few months since I first met Yan Chixia. He has never seen Yan Chixia sober, his life is to drink, drink, drink!

This completely subverted Yan Daxia's image in his mind, is there any.

"Uncle Yan, you said that you are also a lot old. I'm drunk all day, tsk, be careful that you won't even find a mother-in-law in the future. He immediately turned on the poisonous tongue mode, with a bit of pity on his face, as if he was regretting an uncle who had embarked on the wrong path in life.

"Go, go. What do you know about a little kid like you, what's so good about your mother-in-law. Annoying, noisy like hundreds of ducks. Yan Chixia lay on the ground and waved her hand, with a little nostalgia and a little unwillingness on her face, and said to him.

When Li Junhao heard this, his eyes lit up. This is a person with a story, he stood up, sat directly next to Yan Chixia, and tempted: "Uncle has something sad, you might as well say it to make me happy." ”

"Phew. You bastard, dare to take the uncle. Yan Chixia was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted. His eyes squinted, and he scolded angrily.

Li Junhao didn't care about Yan Chixia's scolding at all, and still looked at him with a little evil smile on his face.

"Hey, I, Yan Chixia, was originally a disciple of Shushan Mountain in the Western Regions, a lineage of wine and sword immortals. But it was because of a little conflict with his sister Xiahou Ying, so he went to Dongtu to travel. Yan Chixia sat up, looked unbearable from the past, and said casually.

I don't know why, but after finding someone to talk about it, it seems to be really much more comfortable.

Cut, what travels. I think it's a mess of running away. Li Junhao is very disdainful of his behavior of trying to save face.

Wait, though. Shushan Wine Sword Immortal, Yan Chixia, Xiahou Sakura, Xiahou!

Why is there an inexplicable sense of déjà vu? Looks like something terrible has been messed up.

"I said you kid, what kind of expression is this. Yan Chixia exhaled loudly, looked at Li Junhao, who had seen a ghost with her eyes wide open and her forehead with her hands wide open, and her good mood suddenly disappeared, with a little embarrassment on her face, and she said angrily.

I said you kid is too faceless. Although I'm talking about a little bit, yes, just a little bit that doesn't match reality, you can't have that kind of expression.

Yan Chixia said she was hurt.

"I want to be quiet, and don't ask me who Jingjing is? I don't know. Li Junhao replied weakly.

Yan Chixia, Xiahou Ying.

Hehe, can I find another Ning Caichen to open a copy of A Chinese Ghost Story?

He said that he had completely despaired of the legendary Great Flood. Can this still have a good time, a Chinese girl messing in?

And the Shushan Wine Sword Immortal, why is there an inexplicable sense of familiarity?

"Hmph, don't be complacent, you kid. Your little apprentice, the situation is not good now. Yan Chixia showed indignation on her face and said with a poisonous tongue.

He felt that he had been spoiled by Li Xiaozi, thinking how proud he was back then, and now he was reduced to being like a woman, arguing over the benefits of his tongue.

Yan Chixia had a faint sense of sadness.

"Qianqian, hey. Li Junhao's face stiffened, and when he thought of his apprentice Jiang Qianqian, his face was a little sad.

Half a year ago, he took over the task of Jiang Tianzun, the city lord of Wancheng, a small city.

sent his daughter Jiang Qianqian to Jiang's house in Zhongzhou, and since then the peace has never returned. He fled with Jiang Qianqian, and finally came to Qingpingfang, Chang'an, where he bought a house to live in temporarily.

On the one hand, it is to avoid pursuit, and on the other hand, it is to wait for the domain gate to open, go to the Shendu, and then arrive in Zhongzhou through the Shendu.

Chang'an is hundreds of millions of miles away from the divine capital. If you take a spaceship, it will take more than a month. Passing through the small half of Dongtu Liangzhou, if it is discovered by Jiang Tianzun's enemy Xianmen, it will really be a place to die.

It's better to hide in Chang'an, wait for the domain gate to open, and then you can reach the Shendu in an instant. He couldn't even handle a small city like Wancheng, he really didn't believe that the Xianmen was so powerful that he could find them from the huge Liangzhou.

"Beware of the owner Di Yun. He deliberately befriended you, but he was afraid. Yan Chixia stood up, glanced back at him, and said with deep meaning.

Di Yun, the owner of Qingping Fang, is a great monk of the old generation. He really didn't believe that the other party would befriend a martial artist who was just a condensation for no reason.

The way of cultivation, the four realms of mortal warriors: refining the body: practicing qi: condensing acupoints: innate. The Six Realms of Monks: Purple Mansion, Yang God, Yuan God, Combination, Killing Life, Void Immortal.

The Great Monk of the Yuan Shen has three thousand longevity yuan, and a great monk deliberately befriended an ordinary martial artist, if there is no abnormality in this, it is really hell!

"Owner, Di Yun. Li Junhao stood up, his hands behind his back, and his face showed a contemplative look.

He was not vigilant against the owner of the shop, but he was only vigilant. After all, he is in someone else's territory, and the other party has never been malicious. Can he still refuse the kindness of the owner?

"I'm gone, I'll see you later. Yan Chixia saw that he seemed to be thoughtful, and she didn't say much anymore.

The two of them were just general acquaintances, and some things were enough, and he didn't want to get involved in a lot of trouble.

He had some guesses about the owner's plans.

Jiang Qianqian is not an ordinary person, or her family background is definitely not ordinary.

Li Junhao couldn't recognize it, but he could see it. Although that little girl does not have the slightest cultivation, from head to toe, it is simply a treasure trove of human form. Whether it is accessories or clothes, they are all rare and good magic weapons!

He is a great cultivator of the Yuan God Realm, but he only has a few two magic weapons!

But he didn't say it.

Because he's afraid, he's afraid of trouble.

A person who can equip his daughter with a top-level magic weapon will definitely not be an ordinary person, or an ordinary monk. I'm afraid that this kid has already entered someone else's game, and he doesn't know it.

"One last thing to remind you is that someone has been spying on you for the past two days. Hello for yourself. Yan Chixia walked towards the gate, her figure non-stop.

He directly telegraphed and told Li Junhao that his current situation was by no means as safe as he imagined.

In this way, forget the little love between the two!

It's time to leave Chang'an and head to the Divine Capital. The blood-colored swamp of one jiazi and one reincarnation should also be opened!