Sword comes

Chapter 468 Yu Jian goes to the Zu Shi Hall

Hey, accidents are not accidents.

The young swordsman in the blue shirt with the sword on his back traveled the Caiyi Country this time, and he still walked through the familiar low mountain range. Compared with the time when he traveled with Zhang Shanfeng, it seemed like a ghostly land with no life, and now there is no more evil spirits. Breath, not to mention a place full of aura and mountains and rivers, after all, the green mountains and green waters are far better than the past.Going all the way based on memory, I finally came to a familiar old house in the night. There are still two stone lions sitting at the gate, and there are slight changes. Now there are Spring Festival couplets and painted door gods.

After knocking, be patient.

An elderly woman bent over, held a lantern in her hand, opened the door with some difficulty, and saw a young man who had taken off his bamboo hat and had a bright smile on his face. He looked like a foreign ranger who had traveled far away.

The old woman's face was pale, it was really scary at night.

She tried her best not to scare the visitors, after all, now that the house has overcome the difficulties, and it is a blessing in disguise, there is no need to deliberately scare away the ordinary masters, lest they be implicated.

The old woman asked softly: "My lord, but I want to stay overnight"

The young man smiled and said, "Not only do we have to stay overnight, but we also have to ask for wine and drink. We use a big bowl of fried pork with winter bamboo shoots as an appetizer."

The old woman was stunned for a moment, then burst into tears, and asked in a trembling voice: "But Mr. Chen?"

The visitor was Chen Pingan who went south alone.

Chen Ping smiled and said: "The old mother is in good health now."

The old woman hurriedly grabbed Chen Ping'an's hand, as if she was afraid that this great benefactor would leave after seeing him, gently raised the hand holding the lantern, wiped the tears with the back of the dry hand, and said excitedly: "Why did it take you so long to come? How many years have passed, my body and bones, if Mr. Chen doesn't come, I really can't hold it anymore, how can I cook for my benefactor, and I have some wine, and I will leave it to Mr. Chen. I haven't come for so many years, and I will spare it every year , how you drink is enough"

Chen Ping tucked the bamboo hat under his arm, gently held the old woman's hand with both hands, and said guiltily: "Old mother, I am late."

The old woman hurriedly turned her head and shouted: "Master, madam, Mr. Chen is here, really here."

Yang Huang, the man who did not hesitate to become a ghost in order to save his wife's life back then, was wearing a Confucian shirt, and hurried to the door with a woman with a radiant look.

When the couple saw Chen Pingan, they would kneel and kowtow.

Thousands of words can't repay the great kindness back then.

Chen Pingan wanted to stop the two of them, but the old mother tightly clenched her arms. Obviously, Chen Pingan must accept this great gift.

Chen Pingan had to give up.

Yang Huang and his wife Yingying stood up.

The old mammy let go of her hand.

Yang Huang and his wife looked at each other and smiled.

The former young man seemed to be a young man in the blink of an eye, but he looked a little thin and haggard, but he looked more like a veritable sword fairy, which is great.

A group of people walked into the house, and Chen Pingan naturally helped the old woman close the door. Yang Huang and his wife smiled knowingly, and complained to the old woman who robbed them of their duties. Excuse me Mr. Chen.

The old woman said she was going to light a fire in the kitchen and have a supper.Chen Pingan said it was too late, let's talk tomorrow.The old woman did not agree, the woman said that she would also fry a few small dishes by herself, and it was regarded as poor hospitality, and it was barely a cleansing for Mr. Chen.

Yang Huang took Chen Pingan to the familiar hall and sat down, talking about the scene after Chen Pingan left that year.

It's all good.

Yang Huang, who almost fell into the evil way back then, is now able to return to the road of practice. Although he is doomed to lose his bright future after the road is delayed, it is really a world of difference compared to the previous ghost who was neither human nor ghost. .It should be known that Yang Huang was originally in the Shengao Sect, and was regarded as the future Jindan Dixian, and was cultivated by the sect. Later, after this change, he voluntarily abandoned the Dao for a relationship. Yang Huang knows the gains and losses here. , never regret it.

As for the wife who was originally "detained" in the Embroidery Tower, she was able to recover her appearance, and she was luckier than her husband Yang Huang on the way to practice, and she broke through a level, so now she can keep her real body in the Embroidery Tower in the backyard. Night tours with the spirit of Yin, even spring outings and autumn tours, are no hindrances, no different from secular women, and they don't have to suffer day and night from the strong winds of the world and the stirring of the soul.

Yang Huang asked about the young Taoist priest Zhang Shanfeng and the bearded swordsman Xu Yuanxia, ​​and Chen Pingan told them one by one.

Chen Pingan also asked about the recent situation of the prefect of Yanzhi County and Liu Gaohua, the son of the official, and Yang Huang told everything he knew, saying that the prefect Liu was promoted a few years ago and went to Qingzhou of Caiyi Country to serve as the governor. A great official in the frontier, can be said to be a glorious lintel, and his daughter is now a direct disciple of Shen Gaozong. Liu Junshou's promotion to the governor may not have nothing to do with it.

As for Liu Gaohua, in these years, he came to the house twice on his own initiative. Compared with the previous loitering, he likes to use excuses to indulge in mountains and rivers, and is unwilling to gain fame. He is a Juren, so when he came to the house for the second time, he drank a lot of wine and complained a lot, saying that his father had spoken, and if he failed the Jinshi examination, it would be fine to marry a wife and go home.

Chen Pingan also asked about Mr. Yuweng, a cultivator. Yang Huang said that it was a coincidence that this old gentleman had just returned from a tour in the capital, and he was in Yanzhi County. Disciple with excellent aptitude, but luck and misfortune depend on each other, and the old man is also a little worried. It is said that there is a fairy master leader on the mountain in Caiyi country, who fell in love with Zhao Luan. I hope the old man can give up his disciple and promise a great gift. He was also willing to invite Mr. Yuweng to be enshrined as a mountain gate, but the old man did not agree.

Chen Ping'an heard this quietly and asked, "This fairy master, what is his reputation and what is his realm?"

Although Yang Huang has been a ghost for so many years and has hurt the foundation of his soul and the foundation of his cultivation, he is a proud son of heaven who has come out of Shengaozong, and now he has no burden, so he talks about the Caiyi Kingdom. Immortal masters still don't have any fears, and said with a smile: "Probably because they entered the Dragon Gate Realm a few years ago, they got carried away with complacency. Up and down the mountain gate, they became impetuous and wantonly recruited new disciples. Good and bad are mixed. It was originally a school with a good reputation, but it is not as good as it was back then."

Chen Pingan nodded, "Understood, I will ask more questions."

Yang Huang said with a smile: "These statements of mine are based on hearsay, so they are not accurate."

The food and wine are served on the table.

The wine is self-brewed with a lot of thought, and the dishes are also delicious.

Both the woman and the old nanny were seated. This house is not so rigid.

Perhaps because she wanted Chen Pingan to drink more, the old lady always brought Caiyi national wine glasses for the master and wife, but only brought a large wine bowl for Chen Pingan.

Yang Huang got up respectfully again, toasted Chen Pingan, his wife Yingying and the old mother got up together.

Chen Pingan had no choice but to stand up with the wine bowl in his hand, and said helplessly, "If you do this again, I really dare not come to be a guest next time."

After Yang Huang drank it all in one gulp, he joked, "We'll talk about it when benefactor comes next time."

Chen Ping drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp, and the old woman became impatient, fearing that he would drink too fast and hurt her body, so she hurriedly persuaded him, "Drink slowly, drink slowly, the wine won't run out of the bowl."

Chen Ping said with a smile: "Old mother, I can't drink too much right now, I'm happy today, drink more, at worst, I will fall asleep when I get drunk."

While pouring wine into Chen Pingan's bowl, the old woman still muttered: "No matter how much you can drink, you should drink more slowly. If you drink slowly, you can drink more."

Chen Ping nodded and said: "Okay, then I will drink slowly and listen to the old mother."

Chen Pingan roughly talked about his travel history, saying that he left Caiyi Country and went to Shushui Country, then took the Xianjia Ferry, followed the Dragon Road, went to Old Dragon City, and then took a cross-continental ferry to After a trip to Daoxuan Mountain, he didn't go back directly to Aquarius Continent. Instead, he went to Tongye Continent first, then returned to Old Dragon City, and went to Qingluan Kingdom before returning to his hometown.Among them, Jianqi Great Wall and Shujian Lake, after Chen Ping hesitated, they did not mention them.During this period, Yang Huang and the woman listened to some anecdotes that they chose to tell them with great interest, especially Yang Huang, who was born on the top of the Zongzitou Mountain, knew that it was not easy to travel across continents. As for the old woman, she might not care about Chen Ping It means that there are all kinds of wonders in the world, or the trivial things in the streets and alleys, she loves to hear it.

This night, Chen Pingan drank more than two catties of wine, which is not a small drink. This time, he still slept in the room where he stayed overnight last time.

The next day, Chen Ping'an spent most of his time basking in the sun and chatting with the old mother.Chen Pingan, who was supposed to leave on the third day, tried his best to persuade the old lady to stay, and stayed for an extra day.

At dawn, the autumn rain continued.

Chen Pingan put on the bamboo hat again, and bid farewell to the three at the gate of the ancient house.

But the old mother said that Qiu Yu looked at the small one, but it actually hurt her body. Chen Pingan had to put on the green coir raincoat, so Chen Pingan had no choice but to put it on. Filled with house wine.

Before leaving, the old mama stood under the eaves again, holding Chen Ping'an's hand, "Don't think that the old mama is too talkative, you won't want to come in the future."

Chen Pingan said softly: "How could it be? I'm a big drinker and greedy. You don't know how many times I've thought about the food and drink here these years, old lady."

The old mammy lowered her head and wiped her tears, "That's good, that's good."

Chen Pingan helped the bamboo hat, said goodbye softly, and left slowly.

After walking for a certain distance, the young swordsman suddenly turned around, walked backwards, and waved goodbye to the old woman and the couple.

The old mother shouted: "Mr. Chen, don't forget next time, remember to bring that Miss Ning and come here as a guest together."

Chen Pingan blushed slightly, and said loudly, "Okay."

In the rain, bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, and young people's backs gradually fade away.

The old woman was very sad, Yang Huang was worried that she would not be able to bear the cold autumn rain, so he asked the old woman to go back first, and the old woman waited until she could not see the young man at all before returning to the house.

The woman Yingying's voice was soft, and she called softly: "Husband!"

Then she was a little ashamed, did not continue, but apologized: "Husband, don't blame Yingying for being a vulgar philistine."

The thought in her mind dissipated immediately, and she murmured: "Where is it possible to distract Mr. Chen from these trivial matters? My husband has done a good job, so I didn't mention it at all. We really shouldn't be so heartless."

Yang Huang held one of her hands and said with a smile, "You are also doing it for my own good."

The woman suddenly felt better, and said with a smile: "Husband, good people will be rewarded, right?"

Yang Huang said: "Other good people, I'm not sure, but I hope Chen Pingan must be like this."

The woman Yingying smiled sweetly, "Suddenly I feel that Mr. Chen is just here to drink as a guest, and he is very happy."

Yang Huang hummed, and said with emotion: "It's autumn, but it's like a spring breeze."

in the rain.

Chen Ping took a detour and came to a mountain temple that was newly included in the landscape genealogy by the court of Caiyi Kingdom, and strode into it.

It was early in the morning during the autumn harvest season, and there were no pilgrims in the mountain temple built on the ruins of a prostitution temple.

Chen Pingan took off the bamboo hat, shook the raindrops, and crossed the threshold.

No longer deliberately concealing fist intentions and aura.

The local mountain god immediately showed his golden body, a burly and armored general, walked out of the painted statue, clasped his fists anxiously, and saluted: "The little god pays homage to the immortal master."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It's a lot of trouble. I came here to ask if there are monks coveting the aura of that house on the nearby Xianjia mountain."

It is neither the official dialect of Caiyi Kingdom nor the elegant dialect of Baopingzhou, but the official dialect of Dali.

Now that he is familiar with Dali official dialect, it is a must for all the mountain gods in the central part of Aquarius Island. The mountain god smiled awkwardly, and was about to prepare some decent words. He never thought that the frightening young sword fairy had put on his bamboo hat again, "Then Master Laoshan God will take care of him."

The mountain god just felt that the ghost closed the door for a while, and immediately said in a deep voice: "Don't dare to say anything, the fairy master just rest assured, the little god and Yang Huang and his wife can be called neighbors, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, and the little god knows it well."

Before leaving, Chen Pingan clasped his fists and reminded with a smile: "Just pretend I haven't been here before."

The Xinshan God who was orthodoxly appointed by the court of Caiyi Kingdom to be in charge of this geomantic treasure land, nodded quickly, knowing it in his heart.

If you are not smart enough, you will not be able to fight for this piece of meat and potatoes just by relying on meritorious deeds during life and virtue after death. Gods governing a landscape are in fact no different from climbing the officialdom.

Chen Ping left the mountain temple.

The mountain god wanders slowly in the hall

He hesitated, and finally made up his mind that he would not provoke that house in the future. No matter how much aura there is, he can't get a share of it.

Chen Pingan went to Rouge County of Caiyi Country, and handed in the certificate of customs at the city gate. It was a brand new household registration certificate obtained by Wei Bo, and of course it was the family name of Dali Longquan County.

After asking all the way, I finally found out the location of Mr. Yuweng's house.

It is a quiet alley with only the sound of rain.

Chen Ping knocked on the door knocker.

Soon, a tall, thin boy with a dull expression walked out. After meeting Chen Pingan, the boy hesitated, as if he was not sure of Chen Pingan's identity.

Chen Ping greeted with a smile, "Under Zhao Shu."

The boy said in surprise, "Mr. Chen"

Chen Pingan nodded, and looked at the tall and thin boy. He didn't have much punching intent, but he was pure. He should be a three-level martial artist for the time being, but there was still a long way to go before breaking through.Although it is not Cen Yuanji's kind of martial arts embryo that can be seen through at a glance, Chen Ping'an prefers Zhao Shuxia's "meaning". Walking piles, no less practice.

The boy was none other than Zhao Shuxia who was holding a hatchet to protect a little girl.

Zhao Shuxia closed the door, and led Chen Pingan into the backyard of the house. Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "I taught you that boxing post back then, and I finished hitting it a hundred thousand times."

Zhao Shuxia blushed a little, scratched his head and said, "According to what Mr. Chen said back then, counting one punch at a time, these years, I didn't dare to be lazy, but I walked too slowly, and I only punched more than 16 punches."

Chen Pingan asked: "Have you ever fought against the enemy or given advice from an expert."

Zhao Shuxia shook his head and said, "No."

Chen Ping was relieved, if Zhao Shuxia had had many life-and-death trials, and his fists were skillful, polished to the point where the edges and corners were lost, the punches would become faster and faster. After all these years, there shouldn't be only 16 punches, but If not, you can only punch slowly, dripping water through the stone, and it is naturally difficult to move fast with the punching post.But this kind of slowness, Chen Pingan is not worried, the intention of the fist is on his body, just like the bowl of wine handed over by the old mother, as long as it is held flat, the wine will not escape no matter what, bit by bit, the intention of the fist is on his body.But if the mind is slack, the punching intention will be frivolous, and the drink will splash around without realizing it, and it will be difficult to pass the big pass of the three realms in the future. The martial artist breaks the bottleneck of the three realms, and enters the three realms of Qi refining from the three realms of body refining , extremely difficult, Chen Ping suffered a lot, Zhu Lu couldn't get over it by himself back then, relying on the ointment from Yang's pharmacy to make it through, and old man Yang's new female disciple got through it all by himself, and then She is also a female martial artist, but she has a very different future in martial arts.

Zhao Shuxia took Chen Pingan to the secluded backyard, where the old man in Confucian shirt and a young girl with delicate features stood side by side under the eaves.

Zhao Shuxia laughed and said, "Mr. Chen is here."

Chen Pingan took off the bamboo hat, cupped his fists and said with a smile, "I've seen Mr. Fisherman."

Then he looked at Zhao Luan, who could be considered a young girl, "Luan Luan, long time no see."

The white-haired old Confucian scholar did not dare to recognize Chen Pingan for a while.

The changes are too great.

Although it is true that they have been separated for many years, it is still difficult for the old Confucian scholar to overlap the image of the slender and elegant young man in front of him with the image of the bamboo box boy back then.

It was the "Luan Luan" back then, with tears on his face, crying and laughing, and called Mr. Chen with a trembling voice.

For Chen Pingan.

She cannot be overemphasized and missed.

All these years, she has been thinking about him, thinking about him, all the boring, tribulations, grievances, and happiness on the road of cultivation, she will always think of that person back then.

Brother Zhao Shuxia always likes to make fun of her. As she gets older, she hides her thoughts more and more, so as not to make her brother's teasing go too far.

Zhao Shuxia has a gloomy temperament, and it's only on Luanluan's side, who is no different from his own sister, that he can't hide it.

The four of them sat down together and reunited at the old house for drinking and here for tea.

There are traces of spiritual energy in the tea, which is also for Zhao Luan's practice. The better the talent of a cultivator, the smoother he walks, and the more he consumes gold and silver mountains for basic necessities of life.

Mr. Yuweng, who was slaying demons and demons together in Yanzhi County, was surnamed Wu and named Shuowen. He was an old monk of Confucianism.Chen Ping only respects him, otherwise he would not dare to entrust Zhao Shuxia and Luanluan to the old man.

It can be seen that the old Confucian scholars really lived up to their trust in treating Luanluan and Zhao Shuxia.

Moreover, Chen Pingan has also felt a little sorry for these years. As his experience in the world has become thicker, he has become more and more aware of the dangers of the human heart. trouble.

Just set foot in the mountains to practice.

Just like being involuntary.

If you are not in the rivers and lakes, there will be fewer disputes and contests that are likely to involve life and death. If you are not on the mountain, it is a misfortune, because you will not be able to appreciate the strange and wonderful pictures on the road to longevity, and you will not be able to live a long life. Isn't it a kind of safe luck.

Moreover, the better Zhao Luan's talent, the greater the burden on the shoulders and hearts of the old Confucian scholars. How can we not delay Zhao Luan's practice? It can ensure that Zhao Luan can practice Taoism with peace of mind, without worrying about the cost of immortal money

Before, Chen Pingan couldn't think of this at all.

Only when you have traveled thousands of miles and seen hundreds of people and thousands of things, can you truly know how hard it is to be a "good person", and you can feel more empathy for the countless sufferings in the world.

So before entering the Caiyi Country, Chen Pingan went to the Ancient Elm Country first, and found the Elm Essence who had already forged a deadly feud, the National Teacher of the Ancient Elm Country.

Because I was worried that this high-ranking elf would still go to trouble that old house.The assassin's sneak attack in the Shushui Kingdom back then left a deep memory on Chen Ping'an.

When they arrived at the important place in the capital, it was very simple. Chen Pingan came to the door, and when they met, he was knocked down with three punches.

The opponent was severely injured, and at least 30 years of hard work and practice were wasted.

Ask him again if he wants to continue pestering him endlessly, if he has the courage to send assassins to chase and kill him.

The national teacher of Gu Yu State who showed his appearance as a scholar, his face was covered with blood at that time, he fell to the ground and said he dared not.

After all, there were two flying swords at that time, one was hovering between his eyebrows, and the tip of the other was pointing directly at his heart.

Chen Ping just left.

And deliberately at a tea stand outside the gate of the capital of the ancient Yu Kingdom, Chen Pingan was sitting there, waiting for the national teacher's follow-up.

but.

Chen Ping'an then went to Caiyi Country.

Chen Ping took a sip of hot tea, and said straight to the point: "Mr. Wu, I heard that Caiyi's state-owned monk wants to take Luan Luan as his disciple."

Wu Shuowen nodded, and said worriedly: "If that great immortal master really intends to teach Luan Luan the magic of immortality, I will never give up, and I will not ruin Luan Luan's chance, but the reason why this great immortal master insists on Luan Luan going up the mountain Cultivating the Tao is partly to value Luanluan's aptitude, and partly, he is the son of the Great Immortal Master, a prodigal son with extremely bad conduct, and he met Luanluan at a banquet in Caiyi Kingdom's capital, forget it, so dirty It’s worth not mentioning the matter. If it’s not possible, I will take Luanluan and Shuxia together and leave the central part of Aquarius Continent. There are more than a dozen countries in Caiyi Country, so just wait.”

Chen Pingan asked: "How far is the name of the fairy family mountain and the name of the father and son from Yanzhi County?"

Although Wu Shuowen was puzzled, he explained clearly one by one. Among them, the hazy mountain is more than 1000 miles away from Yanzhi County, and of course it is a mountain and river journey on foot.

After drinking a bowl of tea, Chen Ping stood up and said with a smile, "Then I'll go to the Patriarch Hall of Misty Mountain first, and we'll talk when I come back. It won't take too long."

Wu Shuowen got up and shook his head and said: "Mr. Chen, don't be impulsive. This matter still needs to be discussed in the long run. The mountain guard formation in Misty Mountain is good at attacking and attacking, and there is another immortal in the Longmen Realm sitting in charge."

Chen Pingan looked calm, smiled and said: "Don't worry, I'm here to reason, if it doesn't make sense, just talk about it."

Chen Pingan did not say some words.

One cannot always hold back the truth that can be said at the moment, and talk about it later.For example Misty Mountain.Those who can't talk about it for the time being, I will spare it.For example, Zhengyang Mountain, Xu Family of Qingfeng City.One day, it will be like pulling a jar of old wine out of the ground.

As for how to reason, Chen Pingan also has fists and swords.

I went to the ancestral hall of the fairy family, but I didn't have to talk too much.

Previously at the Bamboo Tower in Luoba Mountain, I saw Cui Cheng's so-called ten-level martial arts demeanor, and I also heard a truth from the old man, just a word.

Drinking wine with reasonable people and throwing fast punches at unreasonable people is the kind of Jianghu you Chen Pingan should have. Practicing boxing is not only for fighting in bed, but also for competing with the whole world. When Yamashita encounters fists, he kowtows to you

Chen Ping took the first half of the sentence seriously, but felt that the second half of the sentence was open to question.

It's just that I didn't dare to say that in the bamboo building at that time, because I was afraid of being beaten. At that time, the old man had the aura of the peak of the ten realms, and I was afraid that the old man would really be beaten to death if he couldn't hold back his punches.

Wu Shuowen obviously still felt that something was wrong, even though the young man in front of him was already a young man, Chen Pingan, who was extremely calm and outstanding in the battle of Yanzhi County, but the opponent was an old god of Longmen Realm after all, and he was a sect It is said that the next national teacher is in his pocket, and he is in the limelight for a while. How can Chen Pingan single-handedly break through the mountain gate?

In the arena, it is often said that boxing is afraid of the young, but on the road of cultivation, this is not the case.Able to become a Great Cultivator in Longmen Realm, apart from his cultivation base, who is not an old fox without a backer?

Zhao Shuxia didn't worry too much, probably because he felt that Mr. Chen, who taught him boxing skills, was too capable.

And Zhao Luan was even more anxious than his master Wu Shuowen, he didn't care about his status and etiquette, he walked quickly to Chen Pingan's side, grabbed the hem of his clothes, and said with red eyes: "Mr. Chen, don't go!"

Chen Ping looked at the old Confucian scholar, then at Zhao Luan, and said with a helpless smile: "I'm not going to die, if I can't beat him, I will run away."

Zhao Luan burst into tears all of a sudden, "Mr. Chen just said he was trying to reason."

Chen Pingan was speechless, and gave Zhao Shuxia a wink, wanting him to help comfort Zhao Luan, but never thought that this stupid boy was also a fool, he just laughed and stood still.

Chen Pingan sighed, "Then sit down and drink tea again."

Zhao Luan's teary eyes are now hazier than that hazy mountain filled with mist all year round, "Really"

Chen Pingan nodded, and then she let go of Chen Pingan's clothes, and timidly walked back to her original position and sat down.

Wu Shuowen also took his seat, persuading him, "Master Chen, don't worry, I will just take my two children on a tour of mountains and rivers."

Chen Pingan asked: "What about Mr. Wu's family?"

Wu Shuowen said: "Presumably a monk in the Longmen Realm is not so brazen."

Chen Pingan looked at Wu Shuowen.

Wu Shuowen lowered his head to drink tea.

The old Confucian could only sigh in his heart, how could he not know that the so-called long-distance travel was just so that Luanluan and Shuxia would not feel guilty.

Chen Ping gently put down the teacup in his hand.

For an instant.

Chen Ping'an was no longer in the house.

Wu Shuowen held the teacup in his hand, dumbfounded.

Zhao Luan and Zhao Shuxia looked at each other even more in blank dismay.

I saw that the man in the green shirt was already standing in the courtyard, the long sword behind his back had been unsheathed, turned into a golden rainbow, and went to the sky, the man touched his toes, grabbed the long sword, broke the rain curtain, and drove the sword northward.

After the old Confucian scholar came back to his senses, he quickly took a sip of tea to suppress his shock. Since he was destined to be unable to stop him, he had no choice but to do so.

Zhao Luan's eyes were dazed and radiant, she quickly wiped away her tears, the pear blossoms were raining, it was really touching.It's no wonder that the young master of Misty Mountain fell in love with her at first sight when she was young.

Zhao Shuxia scratched his head and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen is also true. He went to the ancestral hall of others, why did he rush out to buy wine?"

On a rainy mountain in Xianjia, at noon, heavy rain poured down, making the sky and the earth as dark as night.

Therefore, the appearance of that long golden line from the end of the sky is extremely eye-catching, not to mention it is accompanied by the rumbling sound of breaking through the sky.

For the monks of Misty Mountain, no matter if they are blind or deaf, they should know that a sword fairy has come to visit the mountain.