Whenever Yun Yiliang picked up a jug of wine for no apparent reason and went to look for Liu Qing, the scholar knew that this man who had lived in Beiyanze for an unknown number of years and had experienced many monsters with his single-handed sword probably wanted to ask his family again. Therefore, no matter what you are busy with or even critical matters, most of them have to be put aside for the time being, and Zhang Yun Yiliang's favorite wicker chair is set up, and a pot of tea is slowly poured, leaving it to relieve the hangover.
Yun Yiliang is not a drinker. In any case, he is Qingpingjun's right-hand man. He has to worry about all the big and small things in the North Yanze area. Naturally, he will not drink too much. Even if he drinks frequently, he will definitely not. Drink more, but since he is here to inquire about his son-in-law's affairs, even though Yun Yiliang has never been addicted to alcohol, when it comes to happiness, he still has to find some satisfactory foil in this desolate border.
Sure enough, they could only chat a few words when they entered the camp. The rather rough-faced man carrying a sword just asked insinuating questions about all kinds of things Yun Zhong did on Nangong Mountain, no matter how big or small. The scholar still answered patiently one by one. It was very lively at the entrance. Just from Yun Yiliang's laughter, it could be heard that the man was actually quite satisfied with his son, whom he had not seen for a long time. Liu Qing also echoed a few words, thinking of his mountain gate. The younger junior brother among them was very happy. The tiger father has no dog son. Perhaps Yun Zhong's rather slippery and lively tongue was passed down from Yun Yiliang. Although the father and son have different ways of dealing with the world, they still chatted for a few words and felt very happy. picture.
"After all, he is still my son. Although he did a lot of ridiculous things when he was young, I still remember that gentleman in the small town. He mentioned the helpless look on my face when I was a child. Not to mention that I never cared about my studies at all. When I was in school, I would often secretly leave the school with two or three classmates, go outside and break off a few high-quality dead branches, and imitate the swordsmanship of the heroes in the story books, but I didn't expect that in the end I would also go to the school. I don’t know whether I should feel relieved or sad about this path of spiritual practice.”
"My little junior brother is kind-hearted, but unfortunately he doesn't seem to have many likes and dislikes other than practicing cultivation. Nangong Mountain is a pure place, so I just want to study and learn formations. What my second junior brother likes is to predict the bad luck of others, so he is walking This is Qimen Dunjia's way of seeking profit and avoiding disaster. Even the third junior brother once served as the leader of a small gang at the foot of the mountain when he was young. Now, whether he was forced by his master or he has developed a liking for it himself, he often reads military books and is quite good at it. Zhongyi has seen Miss Lu, but my junior brother, apart from Zhongyi Wen Yu, seems to have never had any preferences, which is a problem for us and other people in the mountains."
"The Point Guard Is Here"
Yun Yiliang put away his smile, swallowed his drink, and sighed with a complicated expression.
No one knows his son better than his father, and he can guess many of the reasons without getting rid of his excessive thoughts.
"When you were young, you were dependent on each other for your mother's death, and you have to spend many years by yourself. So it is not easy to get rid of this boy's old age. What's more, I have generally known since he was a child that my son's enlightenment may not be as good as his spiritual practice. Poor, but it is really difficult for others to see the bones. If Wu Shuang had not spent a huge price to make up for it, I am afraid that he may not be able to step into this world in his whole life. He has lost a lot of things in his youth. Unsatisfactory, the old age accumulated in his body for many years faded away, and his illness seemed to be gone like a thread. Maybe he really waited until he really had some hobbies, then his legs fell to the ground, his thoughts became clear, and he would not always be hanging in the air. I am disappointed in myself, but I still don’t want to live my life with hope.”
"Look at these border people, to tell the harsh truth, everyone has something they want to do, and they all have a lot of hope. They always hope that one day the demon tide will go away, and they can do something they like. You and I However, ordinary people in the mortal world live too dull and indifferent lives, which is a bit torturous."
A few words have eliminated most of Liu Qing's suspicions over the years. Thinking about it carefully, all these years he wanted to chat with the junior brother in the mountains, but in the end, he never found a solution for the junior brother, even the crux of the matter. He couldn't find anything. Just because Yun Yiliang said a few words today, the scholar came back to his senses and had to agree that this senior who had stayed at the border of Beiyanze for many years was indeed like a sword. This matter is all about being impartial and impartial.
"That kid's formation was taught by you. Do you have any tricks to suppress it?"
Yun Yiliang drank up the wine in the pot slowly and wiped it on his chin with satisfaction. He felt that he felt more comfortable today. This is the benefit of chatting with scholars. Just like chatting with Mr. Qingping, drinking in the dog days of summer, it is so refreshing. However, chatting with Liu Qing was like taking a breath of spring breeze, and I always felt that I was in the right place.
"Of course there is, but it can't be used." Liu Qing's eyebrows softened for a moment, but then shrank slightly, "But until now, I don't know whether the formation taught in it is correct or not. My junior brother's temper is not suitable for walking. Jianghu, so after I taught him, every time I think about it, I always feel like my heart is pounding."
Far outside Nanli, two people were sitting in a carriage. The ugly scholar sat in the carriage tent, and the young alchemist who was no longer lame sat in front of the carriage. He pushed down the carriage and the horse and took out a small square green, blue and apricot yellow. Flag, I muttered words and juggled it twice, it was strange to say that today was a warm and long wind heading south, but the small square flag was heading north, shaking more and more rapidly, so the carriages and horses became anxious as they marched, Yang Fu whipped his horse whip more and more He was working hard, raising countless smoke and dust in an instant, and speeding towards Xia Song.
It had been raining for two or three days in Prancing Horse Pond. The rain was so heavy that tens of thousands of silver fish fell to the ground and splashed in the pond water.
But what's a pity is that during these two or three days of rain, there were no thunderclouds, not even the sound of thunder, just the heavy rain falling down.
In the rain these past few days, Yun Zhong did not delay his sword practice. He also asked for the two swords tied to Li Fuan's saddle. The light of the sword flashed through the rain curtain, and the silver and snow-white sword light greeted the torrential rain. It was really rain. It's hard to be close to the wind, so I carried two swords at first, and then a single sword. The swords came and went faster. After practicing, I inserted the two swords on both sides of the pond and sat cross-legged quietly in the rain, not worried about the cold wind. A pair of eyebrows and eyes were slightly flat, and the sword was held across his knees.
The seven ape slaves following behind them had not been exposed to rain in the past two or three days, thanks to the middle-aged man who always spoke softly and softly, and the four people on the left and right, who looked a little nervous, worked hard. A fine stone house was built based on the surrounding rocks, vegetation and trees, but it has never been exposed to any rain. However, there was a slight quarrel between the seven people yesterday. The source was that the four people on the east, west, left, and right were worried that something would happen if they stayed here for too long. If the three people in Nangong Mountain used some hidden means, I am afraid that with the skills of a few people, I really can’t afford the means of the Five Realms.
However, among the seven people, the blind man was still the most effective in speaking. After suppressing the words of several people, he turned towards the three people who were very embarrassed by the rain, but he was not in a hurry to get on the road.
Just two people in the second realm and two people in the third realm. The blind man was very curious about what they could do.
So the whole day, the blind man sat by the pool in the same way. After practicing his sword by the pool, he looked at Yun Zhong, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground without any movement, and saw a pair of gray and white blind eyes. No one knew what the blind man was looking at. The old man who was missing two ears was full of suspicion, but he didn't pay attention to it. Instead, he continued to chat with the middle-aged man, and he couldn't stop chatting.
"During the thunderstorm season, everything is mysterious and mysterious. This is inherently mysterious. Let's talk about this celestial phenomenon. Where does the thunderstorm come from?"
Li Fuan finally went to the deep forest around Prancing Horse Pond to kill too many elk. He happily planned to satisfy his hunger, add some oil and water, and carry the first few dozen kilograms of elk. However, he was not very agile on his feet. He fell down several times and contracted the disease. Covered in mud, he finally walked back to the edge of the pool. He pinched his waist and looked at Yun Zhong, who was still cross-legged. He smiled bitterly and sat next to Zhao Ziyang, who was frowning. He was about to complain, but he saw Zhao Ziyang frowning. , and swallowed the words in frustration, so as not to bring trouble to himself.
After being silent for three days, Zhao Ziyang figured out something, but the sentence about two people leaving alone, no matter how he thought about it, was not a good omen, so his frown never relaxed.
As early as in the mountains, although he had never gone out with Yun Zhong, he already knew that his junior brother was always willing to take his own life. He had been injured several times before. Even if Zhao Ziyang asked himself, he was so traumatized by Yun Zhong that he was almost destroyed. On the path of cultivation, whether he can replenish the meridians of his body to perfection like Yun Zhong, he has a lot of cold sweat behind his back for no reason, so when he thinks about this sentence again, the gloom between his eyebrows becomes darker again.
Floating clouds gradually accumulated outside the sky, and the original light ink turned into darkness again. A ray of light seeped out from the filthy sky, and then the muffled thunder shook the water in the Prancing Horse Pond.
Yun Zhong, who was soaked by the rain everywhere, opened his eyes and calmly looked up at the sky, which was filled with rolling thunder.
There is probably no sword energy in the world that can surpass the flow of lightning that can travel thousands of miles in an instant.
From ancient times to the present, there may have never been a large formation as thick as a mountain rising from the Prancing Horse Pond. Similarly, Yun Zhong has never displayed such a smooth formation. In an instant, it almost destroyed the surrounding mountains, and the infinite silver The snake's white lightning came in an instant and converged into the two long knives, almost shattering the Leaping Horse Pond.
The blind man sitting up not far away could not see, but he heard the sound of thunder falling in front of him. He raised his brows and raised his body with the bamboo stick. He did not move for a long time, because the momentum from this side was extremely fierce. The great formation was accompanied by thunder, and its power had already surpassed that of the Second Realm, not to mention the Second Realm. People in the Third Realm had to lower their eyebrows and tremble when they saw this heavenly power.
At first, there were only a few thunderbolts, but within six or seven breaths, hundreds of thunderbolts hit hard beside the Prancing Horse Pond, shaking up countless rocks. Endless lightning flashes poured down from the sky, flooding the surrounding area in an instant, and lighting up the dark night sky. .
Zhao Ziyang stared intently at the young man who was covered in light of lightning.
The young man's lips opened and closed. Even though the rain was thick and the lightning was dazzling, Zhao Ziyang still saw clearly that what the young man said was a wrong word.
