In the cold winter, in the mountains of Shangqing.

There was a lot of snow last night, Yushu Qiongzhi Su glass, three thousand worlds are unified, white and pure new world.

A man stepped on the snow and sang alone:

"Give me half a stick and beat you all over the ground looking for teeth!

Drink him a cup of cat urine haha, the tiger can also fight!

Lao Tzu is the second in the world, or is he half a hero?

Uhhh

The lyrics are extremely vulgar, and the singing is particularly ugly, and at the moment the crows are flying and the ants and insects are fleeing quickly.

This is our Yan Daxia, and I don't know who offended him again, causing him to be drunk and crazy, and to seek revenge and cause trouble.

I heard that just twenty-four years ago, someone bullied Yan Laoer's eldest brother, and he was here, which was very unusual.

The field must be recovered, and it is not too late for the scoundrel to take revenge for a hundred years, just today.

One person and a half stick, heads-up on the top!

"There are guests coming--there are guests coming-" Yan Lao Er shouted loudly, and when he walked through the mountain gate, he sprinkled a bubble of long urine under the archway: "Sizzle-"

Ha!

There is no reason, I urinate and can't hold it.

Outside the gate of the Shangqing Palace, a Taoist priest in green clothes sat alone, with a graceful demeanor and a sword in his arms.

Inheritance.

Yue Ling had been waiting for a long time.

The people of the True Dragon Sect will come sooner or later, and as a disciple of the Shangqing Sect, Yue Ling has no shirk of responsibility.

The magical gossip array is placed on the square outside the palace gate, among the four white marble dragon pillars, and is made of thirty-six town palace stone beasts.

Since he has already made arrangements, it is good to teach Yan Daxia to see the supernatural powers of the chief of the Su Dao.

Mu Zhangjiao instructed Yue Ling like this: Speak well and don't fight.

Words are a breeze blowing in your ears. Since Yue Ling is here. Came with a lineage. Always compare yourself to him. Yue Ling is a genius and the pride of Shangqing, since he was a child. Yue Ling is also arrogant, Yue Ling is also ambitious, Yue Ling can't bear the good reputation of the people in the Shangqing Dynasty spreading in the world, it is Fang Yin and not Yue Ling. A genius, a scrap of wood, completely devoid of comparability. What's more, Yue Ling has been more diligent and hardworking than Fang Yin from beginning to end, and it is completely unreasonable to compare to him-

Senior Brother Fang went to the capital, so Yan Daxia is an excellent touchstone. Why do you retreat? Why do you practice penance? Don't forget the triumphant face of Yan Lao Er on the Lingyun Terrace in the Valley of Ten Thousand Cranes, Shangqing cannot be humiliated, and the inheritance is only for transcendence! Three months have passed, and it is by no means an exaggeration, Yue Ling's skill and swordsmanship have advanced by leaps and bounds, and they are by no means comparable to those days. At that time, there should be no war, and the war should be at this time. Yue Ling's heart is constant and his eyes are calm, Yue Ling knows-

He has come.

"Ahh As soon as he glanced at it, he was taken aback: "Weird! Strange!" The huge square is full of snow, only a piece of snow does not fall in the middle, the jade pillar towering stone beast lies on the ground, and the ground is still dry bluestone: "There is a doorway! There is a doorway!" scratched his head and smacked his tongue, and watched for a long time, but he only saw that the pillar was a pillar, and the stone was a stone, clear and clear, and there was a little weirdness: "Hey, little miscellaneous hair, you are stupid and sitting here, uh! What are you doing?"

"Shangqing Yue Ling, wait for a long time. But seeing that the eyebrows were raised, and only the smell of wine was smoking, the poor drunkard did not recognize the genius swordsman: "Please advise." ”

Yue Ling slowly got up and looked at Yan Sadly: "Please." ”

"Uh!" Yan Daxia is no one, such a nobody doesn't put it in his eyes, so he burps a drink, waving a short stick and says impatiently: "Who wants to fight with you again, this is not a playhouse, go and go!" Where is the little fart child, call your family to come!" This person has always been like this, Yue Ling was not angry: "If you lose, you will kowtow to me eighteen times, and then call me an eighteenth generation ancestor, if I lose, it will be ordinary." ”

"Heh!" these words were somewhat familiar, Yan Daxia stood in a daze, but he couldn't remember it for a while: "Really?"

"Choke!" the three-foot Qingfeng came out of the sheath, and his voice was clear and agitated: "Really!"

"Haha!ha

It should be a stick on the head, and a stick on the forehead.

Yue Ling didn't know how high Yan Beige's martial arts were, and at that moment, Yue Ling finally remembered what Mu Zhangjiao had said to him, no fighting!

didn't have time to react at all, only saw a pair of narrow eyes, and blinked twice: "Really?"

Yue Ling was speechless.

If it weren't for the mercy of his subordinates, Yue Ling would have burst out of his brain and died at this time, Yue Ling knew it.

Yue Ling took out the sword, and the three clear swordsmanship.

The sun is hanging for eternity, and the sun is magnificent,

My heart reflects the bright moon, and Zheng Zheng is more open.

Who wants to ride the wind and linger in the palace?

It's better to dance Qingfeng, three feet to shine in all directions!

But I want to have no regrets in my heart, and I will not change my will to die, Yue Ling's swordsmanship is eclectic, light and heavy, ethereal, and sharp, and a sword makes thousands of weather, and the shape and meaning are full of the demeanor of the grandmaster. However, it is useless, the sword move is useless, the sword is useless, Yan Beige only breaks with a fast word, light and agile, heavy, ethereal, sharp, and sharp, let you change, he loves himself: "Seriously, seriously, seriously, seriously?"

"Knock knock! knock knock!" "Empty self-confidence, full of big bags, who let the kid not know the height of the sky, like to be the head of the stick to drink and educate the individual is not only one: "Knock knock knock!" The inner frustration is better than the physical pain, and the humiliation of words is more than the consequences of the fiasco: "Who rarely wants you to kowtow? To be your ancestor is to humiliate me! Is martial arts practiced by you like this? Mess together! Nonsense! I bah! I bah! I bah! I bah bah!"

Yue Ling suddenly raised a sword and cut straight to his throat, the people in the Shangqing Dynasty are not allowed to be humiliated, they would rather die!

"Pounce!" Cheng Mai flew away and fell obliquely in the snow: "Still crying nose?

"Let me die!" Yue Lingmu stood on the spot, and finally tears rolled down: "Let me die!"

"Haha!ha People are rattling and laughing, and the sound is sawing iron and stone: "To make a sword is to be a man, only when you are really willing to be ordinary, can you really use wonderful swordsmanship." ”

Yue Ling lost his soul and went down the mountain.

There was only one gossip array, a few pillars, and dozens of stones, and they were very willing to guard there ordinarily.

Yan Daxia stared left and right, hesitated for a while, and walked in.

Singing.

This is called facing difficulties, knowing that it is impossible to do it, a true hero will always bravely accept various challenges, challenge the limits of life, and overcome himself.

There is a demon Dao in Shangqing Mountain, which has the power to turn decay into magic, and this gossip array was laid by him, it is obvious. This array has a history, it is definitely not ordinary, according to legend, it can reverse the space and chaos time, and the demon Dao used this array to trap Long Zhen. Yan Lao Er still remembers that Boss Long said that he couldn't get out for seven days and seven nights, and Xiao Yan Beige, who had just turned twenty-one at the time, obviously waited for him at the foot of the mountain for three days and three nights, this is really, evil!

Yan Daxia doesn't believe in evil and never believes in it, so you have to try it yourself!

It's a taste.

On Baicao Peak.

Mu Zhangjiao asked: Got in?

The chief said, "Go in."

The old master sighed: What a pity! (To be continued......