The guards at the city gate didn't even mean to come forward to interrogate, and let the Minghuafu convoy go out of the city at will, rolling up pieces of dust on the avenue in the city.

There are not many people who dare to play pomp and circumstance unscrupulously in Qingzhou City, except for the powerful Yan Qing King, there is only the lady Minghua who has a lot of mixed reputations, none of them is a good stubble to mess with, and the little lieutenant in charge of duty looked up at the sky and saw nothing.

Tan Yan stood on top of the tall city wall, looking at the carriage that gradually disappeared from view, his brows furrowed.

After traveling some distance in the carriage, Jiang Yi clenched his hands, looked at the old man sitting in the same carriage and said softly: "That fat man is a scourge, and there will be endless troubles if you don't get rid of it." ”

Wang Lao Sword God rolled his eyes, waved his hand and said, "I'm only responsible for teaching you martial arts, don't expect me to do things for you." ”

"How can this kind of goods be worth your old man's sale?" Jiang Yi patted a sycophant and continued: "The apprentice said this, just to ask the master, what is the difference between a military general born in the army like Tan Yu and an ordinary martial artist, if the two have the same realm, which is stronger and which is weaker?"

"The high realm does not mean that the killing method is high, ordinary martial artists practice martial arts all year round step by step, step by step, the foundation is stable over time, he can accumulate thick and thin, and the generals who have been fighting on the battlefield for many years are slightly different, because they often fight bloodily, these people will naturally exude a bloody aura, and the combat power in the same realm will naturally be stronger than ordinary martial artists. Old man Wang said eloquently.

Jiang Yi's brows furrowed and fell into deep thought, and he muttered, "Are you proficient in killing techniques, so you have strong combat power?"

Looking at the young man who was distracted, a flash of relief flashed in the eyes of the old sword god, it is a good thing to be good at thinking.

During this time, he deliberately made it difficult, and only taught Jiang Yi the boring knife holding technique, which was to save the mind of letting him retreat from the difficulty, who knew that this kid carried it without the slightest complaint, and he could figure out a set of simple hob techniques according to the four basic movements to use to kill those wanderers, only knowing that following the rules is nothing, and knowing how to draw inferences is the outstanding.

The so-called hob technique is actually just Jiang Yi's blind thinking in order to cut people more effortlessly, the real intention is to be lazy, how could he have thought that this kind of lazy behavior would become amazing in the eyes of the sword god.

After a while, Jiang Yi's face stretched, and he asked with a smile, "Master, when I get to the mountain, can I practice swords?"

Old man Wang closed his eyes and said solemnly: "Practicing martial arts and practicing swords cannot be broken for a day." ”

"But in order to hide people's eyes, I didn't bring out my dark iron knife. Jiang Yi looked a little helpless.

"There is a sword on the mountain. The old man didn't care.

"They're going to lend it to me?"

"If you don't borrow it, you grab it. ”

"Don't, don't we be too arrogant on other people's territory, not to mention that fighting with the gods is not a joke. ”

"The old man is not afraid!"

"Master, can I not go up the mountain?"

"No, I can't. ”

Jiang Yi gritted his teeth, a little helpless, and muttered something to hide in the corner.

Even if it is the Longtan Tiger's Den, it can only break through head-on.

The convoy is getting closer, the distant shadow of Zhongnan Mountain is gradually becoming clear, Jiang Yi opened the curtain and looked into the distance, and sighed: "Nanshan is really worthy of being called 'the first blessed land in the world', look at the trend of this mountain range, this feng shui weather, it is really Tibetan wind and atmosphere, the scenery is infinite, no wonder there are so many people in the past and present to seek the right way of immortals hidden in the central and southern regions." ”

Wang Lao Sword God, who was also sitting in the carriage, pursed his lips and mocked: "Yo, boy, I didn't see it, you still understand this?"

"I used to see a lot of fortune tellers in the big Phoenix City, Mr. Feng Shui, and I thought it was fun to learn a few words, but I just talked nonsense, and I couldn't take it seriously. Jiang Yi smiled, not daring to talk nonsense.

At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, the menacing convoy slowly stopped, Jiang Yi jumped down first, and looked curiously at the towering steps in front of him, obediently, how long does it take to climb to reach the top of the mountain?

Wang Chongjiu also slowly got out of the carriage, and the horse team slowly left.

Under the archway of purple qi from the east, there is a tall old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest was sassy and elegant, like a living immortal, Jiang Yi secretly speculated, could it be that this Taoist priest was the head of Zhongnan Mountain? If it was really that person, how could he personally go down the mountain to greet him? Even if Minghua Mansion gave countless incense to Zhongnan Mountain every year, it would not be so grand, could it be that Wang Chongjiu, a cheap master, really didn't brag?

Jiang Yi pressed the doubts in his heart and waited for the changes.

Seeing the two of them, an old man and a young man, the old Taoist priest with a childish face did not greet each other politely, but just nodded to each other with the old man Wang, and silently led the two to climb the mountain.

The three of them climbed the stairs, one step at a time, Jiang Yi was deeply shocked by the magnificent scenery in the mountains, there are six palaces and twenty-four halls in Zhongnan Mountain, there are two pools, four tans, nine holes, twenty-one deep streams, thirty-two rocks and sixty-four peaks, the towers reflect the gold and silver gas, Lin Xiu is in the picture mirror, Zhong Lingyu is beautiful and mountainous, and the fog and clouds are surging clear mountains and beautiful waters, just like a fairyland on earth.

The two old men walking in front seemed to have long been accustomed to the fact that their footsteps did not stop, Jiang Yi was embarrassed to just enjoy the scenery and let the old man wait, so he had to put his mind on the steps.

Climbing the mountain is an individual effort, if Jiang Yi climbed this mountain half a year ago, he might not even be able to hold on to the halfway point of the mountain. Since practicing the knife, he has grown a lot, but he still needs to stop a few times halfway, but the mysterious thing is that whenever he is tired, the old Taoist priest and master Wang Chongjiu will always stop at the first time, as if they have eyes behind their backs.

Jiang Yi was amazed in his heart, is this the qi that can only be felt by the top masters?

Passing through the winding road, the three of them stopped at the Qizhen Pavilion not far from Yangtian Pond, and the tall old Taoist priest bowed slightly towards Jiang Yi and said softly: "The old Taoist has seen His Royal Highness the Prince. ”

Jiang Yi frowned, this is a bit intriguing, is this Taoist priest too high or does he have too many flaws? He glanced at Wang Chongjiu, whose face was silent as usual, and his heart settled down a little, and said in a deep voice: "Senior?"

The old Taoist priest smiled, and said with kind eyebrows: "The old Taoist is Wang Chongyang, the hermit of Zhongnan Mountain. ”

"Is that the head of Zhongnan Mountain?"

"That's the old way. ”

Jiang Yi let out an understatement, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Wang Chongjiu smacked his tongue and said with a funny smile: "Jiang Yi, your kid's reaction is really interesting, when you meet Wang Chongyang, you don't want to run away quickly, what's the matter, you still want to fight with him? The old man competes with him, if it is not a fight of life and death, it is difficult to compete." ”

Can you run? Jiang Yi's expression was complicated.

The old Taoist priest said kindly: "Pay attention to your identity in front of the juniors, and don't say something big about blowing the sky." ”

"Yo he, you bull-nosed Taoist don't look down on people, don't think that I can't do anything about you if I fall into the Finger Xuan Realm now, and you don't have to take out the strength of the First Rank Realm. Old Wang Sword God looked annoyed.

The old Taoist priest was still unfazed, and said warmly: "Is it okay to set a good example for the apprentice as a master?

Jiang Yi said with ill intentions: "You two elders can't always dare to say that you don't practice, this will also lose face in front of juniors?"

I am afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

Wang Lao Sword God was really angry, and said gloomily: "Let's go?"

"I've never been afraid of anyone. "The old Taoist priest is arrogant.

Wang Chongjiu took his hands and stood up, his clothes were flying, the momentum was majestic and aggressive, the old Taoist priest's silver silk was flying and calm, and the fairy wind and bones were elegant and dusty.

Jiang Yi held his breath, his heart was agitated, the competition between the previous sword god and the head of Zhongnan Mountain, this is a rare scene for ordinary people, just listening to it is extremely exciting.

He secretly thought in his heart, these two old men really have a profound background, and such a rare battle is as stable as Mount Tai, and their temperament alone is enough to impress countless people, and they are superior in the world, but that's it.

He gathered his thoughts, took a deep breath, put his chaotic thoughts away, and prepared to watch this doomed and earth-shattering battle with the utmost concentration.

The originally clear sky seemed to be affected by the two of them, and it slowly changed color, and the sky was dark.

The two old men moved at the same time, Jiang Yi's eyes widened, and he secretly said that he was coming.

Ordinary martial artists can fight with the brilliant colors of swords and swords, not to mention that these two senior masters with superb martial arts must be wandering wantonly, no wonder the sky changes suddenly.

After a while, Jiang Yi, who had the intention of stealing a teacher in front of him, rubbed his eyes and muttered, "Bullshit, a master of the world." ”

I saw two martial arts seniors with quite good identities standing side by side on the edge of the cliff next to the pavilion, doing something that made Jiang Yi vomit blood.

Peeing, one is far and near.

Wang Laojian was full of spirits, and said proudly: "Look, it's still the old man's distance." ”

Not to be outdone, the old master said leisurely: "Don't worry, Lao Dao has always liked to come from behind, you see that I have surpassed you." ”

"It's obviously me who is far away. ”

"You say that you are far away, and I have to believe it. ”

“........................”

I really couldn't see the shamelessness of the two old men, Jiang Yi sneered and walked over, and there was a fierce column of water on the edge of the cliff that was far beyond the second elder.

"Uh, this. Wang Chongjiu was a little embarrassed and speechless for a while.

However, the old master was willing to gamble and lose, and admired: "Back then, he urinated against the wind, but now he is old but his shoes are wet, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is really a dragon and phoenix among people, and the old Taoist loses his heart." ”

Jiang Yi stood in the wind, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

The old master patted Wang Chongjiu's shoulder and turned to leave, and said with relief: "You have accepted a good apprentice." ”

Wang Chongjiu, who was still smiling, suddenly had an angry look on his face, and shouted angrily: "Wang Chongyang, you stinky Taoist priest who has been stabbed with a thousand knives, do you think I don't know what you are touching my clothes for? ”

The old master smiled, quickened his steps, and said casually: "I'll talk if I can catch up." "The old Taoist priest is a scoundrel, how can he have the demeanor of a Taoist immortal.

Wang Chongjiu stomped his feet and galloped away.

Jiang Yi looked at the hazy mountain hidden in the fog in the distance, and his illusions about the immortals in the world were gradually shattered.