Since yesterday, a pair of people have appeared in Nangong Mountain. The young man is still practicing sword practice, but there is an extra table beside him. The young girl is looking at the complicated formation patterns on the rice paper, her brows are sometimes loose and sometimes tight, like this When he got tired, he stood up and exchanged two sword moves with the young man. The swords and swords were raised together. There was no cold air, but they were quite soft like water.
Similarly, after the young man was tired from sword practice, he would often sit next to the woman, curiously asking about the trends in the formation lines, and then he would sit firmly and circulate Qi. The Xudanqiu Lake in the dantian was still dead, and there was no movement at all, but in the young man's face Always smiling and having fun.
"Obviously the path of cultivation is almost cut off, but there seems to be more smiles on your face than before. Perhaps this can be called the so-called happiness in life, but it is really the envy of others." The old woodcutter In the end, he couldn't stand it. Before Wen Yu returned to his residence to get the knife, he sat down beside the square table and glanced sideways at the silly young man. He couldn't help but cursed with an angry smile, "To be honest, this is a plan." How long has it been? Although we don’t care about the seniority and the right family, but after all, we have to call him uncle, and teach outsiders to hear it. Wouldn’t Nangong Mountain’s reputation be damaged?”
The young man had just come back to his senses, and when he heard this, his expression remained gentle and he did not take away his smile, "It's just the seniority in the mountains. In terms of age, Miss Wen is one year older than the juniors. Since she is Miss Wen, she doesn't care. Even juniors don’t care about such things.”
These words came out of the young man's mouth, causing the old man to twitch his long eyebrows, look extremely weird, and laugh angrily, "It's probably because of your sword energy that the sword energy injured your forehead this time. I heard that lazy master of yours mentioned it." After all the wonderful things your little disciple has done, you will never be able to say such words."
"Perhaps this can be called a great enlightenment?" Yun Zhong chuckled, his eyebrows relaxed, he held the hilt of the sword with both hands and used the sword to prop up his head, "Yesterday, this time he suddenly knew how to please a woman. , just like when I first entered the master's sect, I always felt that the sword moves were unstable at first, but after fighting with each other several times, and thinking about it again, the path that was originally blocked suddenly became smooth, and it is the same now."
The old woodcutter grinned and asked meaningfully, "So, in the future, you will know how to seduce women who are of the highest quality in appearance and charm?"
The young man was still in a trance, unable to dodge at the moment, so he nodded inadvertently, and soon realized that the old woodcutter was wilted. Just as he was about to open his mouth to argue, the sword in his hand was kicked away, and he almost fell to the ground. He turned around and tried again. When looking at it, Wen Yu's expression was gloomy, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Young master uncle, you really have a good idea. You haven't even finished eating the uncooked rice in the pot, and now you are thinking about choosing food from other people's bowls?" The girl smiled half-heartedly, stepped on the young man's feet, and her words were quite cold.
The old woodcutter laughed so hard that he happened to notice the young man's resentful expression at this moment and coughed twice, "It's just nonsense. Mr. Yun has always met women with such stupid virtues. How could he be flirting with women outside?" What I'm thinking about is, the girl can rest assured that if one day this boy starts to get messy and finally gives up, I will clean up the family for him without Wu Xiaozi taking action, so that I can give this little Yunzi a good beating."
But before Wen Yu could speak, the woodcutter frowned slightly, "It's really strange that an old friend came to visit at this time of year. You two, don't get into a quarrel. I'll go down the mountain first and have a look."
Halfway up the mountainside of Nangong Mountain, there was already a man standing tall. His clothes were slightly tattered and he had an iron mace hanging on his waist. He was frowning at the newly renovated formation in the mountain with a depressed expression.
Jiang Banlang, the leader of the Langmeng Pavilion clan, came without warning.
From a distance, the old woodcutter could see that the leader of the Jiang clan was full of resentment. He was obviously in the upper and lower realms of the four realms, but his body was covered with dust. He seemed to have suffered several heavy losses for no reason, and now he stood in front of the formation with a livid face. Besides, it made the old woodcutter very suspicious. Although I don’t have much friendship with this person, I just met him when I went out a few months ago. I saw this person with the four realms of cultivation, which was really not easy for Yi Zhang, who has a sparse immortal family, so I had a few words and even listened to him. Wu Shuangxu Shen once told an interesting story about this man, Jiang Lang was exhausted, but the name Jiang Banlang was spread far and wide in the world.
"Sect Leader Jiang is rarely in a mood of elegance today. He actually stepped up to Nangong Mountain. What's the purpose of his visit?"
It would have been better not to speak. The old man spoke just now, but the rough man's face became more and more livid. But after all, he was afraid of the old woodcutter's unpredictable realm, so he replied angrily, "That master with luxurious clothes and green forehead is Nan Did Gongshan find him? I just had a temporary itch and wanted to fight with him, but I didn't even deliver a complete move. I was almost shaken by his sleeves and my body was cracked. I'm probably not inferior to Wujue. This Where did you find the god-revering person from in the nook and cranny?"
"How can Nangong Mountain invite such heavenly beings? They are all stingy masters from top to bottom. Even if they can afford the price, they will probably not be willing to give them in the end."
Who is the old woodcutter? He has the ability to ridicule people. Even against Wu Shuangyunzhong and Wu Shuangyunzhong, he is not far behind. He pays attention to other people's embarrassing things all day long. Now that he saw Jiang Banlang's miserable state, he immediately looked playful and raised his eyebrows. Go and look up and down.
"Tsk, that great talent really did hold back, and he broke two or three ribs. If he tried his best, Lang Mengting, the leader of the Jiang clan, might have to change his name and re-elect the clan leader."
In his opinion, the Shuijun realm is like high mountains and rivers. It can only be looked up at and insurmountable. It cannot be said whether it is higher or lower than the mountains and waves, but it is definitely not difficult to keep pace with it. It is even vague. Talking about the realm alone, it is still unclear. Slightly higher than Shan Taorong, with such a high level, if you want to deal with Jiang Banlang, who is not deep in the fourth realm, the end will be miserable.
Jiang Banlang was convinced when he heard this. Wu Shuang was stingy and became ill because he was the leader of the Langmengting Sect who did not like to interact with others. He had also seen Wu Shuang's ability to be stingy and dishonest. At that time, Wu Shuang While Jiang Banlang was out, he personally went to the Langmeng Pavilion to borrow a spiritual treasure. He spent countless words and even resorted to trickery, and finally managed to get a spiritual treasure from the great disciple. A few months later, when Jiang Banlang returned to his clan and learned of the matter, he came to ask for it, but Wu Shuang pretended to be stupid and messed around, refusing to return it alive or dead.
It wasn't until Jiang Banlang cruelly planned to compete with Wu Shuang that the latter reluctantly returned the spirit treasure.
Nangong Mountain can be transformed from a bare mountain top into the current scene of beautiful mountains and rivers and numerous treasures. Naturally, it is closely related to Wu Shuang's tricks and tricks.
"It doesn't matter. Since the seniors don't dare to say victory, we naturally don't hold grudges. I just feel itchy and want to find someone to learn from and suffer a small loss. Of course it's not a problem." Jiang Banlang could only sigh and silently remembered the hardships he had endured to Wu Shuang. Then he changed the topic and looked at the old woodcutter in front of him, "I came to Nangong today to inform Master Wu that although I have not seen this master recently, However, they are close neighbors after all. The demon chaos in Beiyanze has not shown signs of defeat in recent years. A letter from the front line has been sent to Langmeng Pavilion. It is written by the commander of Beiyanze border. It seems that it is almost at the end of the road. The situation is that Jiang is not talented and has no hope of breaking through. He plans to go over there to close the boundary of the earth and hit the fate of heaven."
Having said that, there was hardly any joy in Jiang Banlang's face. Generally speaking, there was no strong meaning like a broken cast iron nail, let alone a strong feeling. It was as if he had just eaten two seasonal side dishes this morning, and the taste was Not bad.
"This is what practitioners should do, but Sect Master Jiang must think clearly. Nowadays, practitioners practice retreat in the mountains all the year round. There are few wars like those recorded in ancient times. With those laws and regulations, practitioners have not seen the battlefield for many years, let alone It’s the tide of monsters in Beiyanze that eat people without spitting out their bones. Not to mention the four realms, the five extremes may not be able to create a smooth path directly into the deep water. If they are hit like this, what should Lang Mengting do?”
The old woodcutter also suppressed his smile and answered solemnly.
All practitioners in the world know that this statement is true.
"There are more masters on Nangong Mountain than Lang Mengting," Jiang Banlang smiled happily, "Although I don't want to admit it, even the senior brother of Nangong Mountain would probably lose six to sixty percent of the chance of winning against me, the sect leader. If I can't go back, those incompetent disciples in Langmeng Pavilion may be better off if they are entrusted to that boy Wu Shuang than if they were wasting their time here like me."
"To be honest, that boy is also in Beiyanze now." The old woodcutter suddenly laughed, "I originally thought that the most unlikely people in this mountain to go to Beiyanze on their own are the eldest disciple and the second disciple, but To my surprise, Liu Qing gave me a slap in the face."
"We are traveling on the same journey, so it would be a good thing to have more support."
Jiang Banlang bowed his hands and went down the mountain on his own, but before leaving, he still asked the old man to send a message to the owner of Nangong Mountain.
His days are like going through life and death, and when he reaches the five realms, he must decide the winner and loser, and give him a good beating. Quan should be considered as the debt that nearly used up the spiritual treasure.
When the haze started to rise, it was clear that at noon in the cold winter, there was little mist, and there was no so-called smoke and cloud flow. But when Jiang Banlang came down the mountain, the warm sun shrouded his face, and thousands of colors were separated by the mist. For a moment, it was difficult to tell whether he was on the top of the mountain or not. The sea of clouds sinks, spreads over the ground, and the flowing light disperses, just like the clouds and mist rising in the fairy cave.
The old man with a sword and ax at his waist looked at Jiang Banlang, who was jokingly said that he could not break through the five realms with his head raised, and could not train his disciples with his head lowered. He muttered something softly, but no one could hear him clearly.
Perhaps under the long sky, it is the countless practitioners who have been practicing for generations, carrying the mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon on their backs, and holding the monsters and monsters with their hands, so that this world remains as stable as ever, no matter how many dynasties and generations, things change, the stars move, and the seas cross the current. Even depending on the old man's cultivation, it is difficult to guess whether the master of the Langmeng Pavilion will survive, but the latter still holds a mace in his hand and strides northward.
Gambling on Tianyuan to break through the five realms is actually just a reason to find for myself.
The old man suddenly regretted it.
When going down the mountain, I forgot to bring a bottle of wine.
