The night is dark.
On the large bed in the dormitory, Xiao Huang curled up into a ball and slept soundly.
Xin Zhuo separated the jade pillow under his neck with his left hand, and with his right hand the void condensed, and he saw eight zhenqi condensing spears above the bed, sometimes forming the character "一", and sometimes forming the character "日".
In a blink of an eye, the eight-handled Zhenqi Condensation Soldier turned into a sword again, first forming the word "Qian", and then turning into the word "Kill".
The next moment, the small sword turned into a "knife", a "stick", a "halberd", an "axe", a "yue", a "hook", a "fork" and so on.
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Everything you can think of in your mind can be transformed, everything is so smooth and easy.
"Isn't this just like playing?"
After thinking for a while, he had an idea, and he took out the two small swords "Born Elite Soldiers". Xuanbing Tianlei's true energy entered with majestic force, instantly destroying the remaining traces inside and instilling his own true energy.
For a moment, his thoughts became clear and he connected the two sword bodies.
With a slight twist of the index and middle fingers of his right hand, the two flying swords flashed away with a terrifying and sharp light, and turned quickly, as if they were using their arms.
Isn't the "Elite Soldier" coming soon?
Can I control two controllers by myself?
Let’s make do with it first, we’ll talk about it later!
He put away the "Little Sword of Life", closed his eyes and fell asleep.
In the midst of Mi Mi Lake, a soul-shaking aura suddenly appeared in front of the bed.
A mysterious momentum that was like the general trend of heaven and earth disappeared in a flash.
Xin Zhuo suddenly woke up and was about to open his eyes when he felt that the breath was not malicious at all.
The lord of the family? What is he here for?
While he was thinking, a pair of rough old hands pressed on his pulse from three feet away.
That's right! Although there was no contact, it was clearly as if a pair of rough old hands were holding it!
The candlelight flickered, and at this moment, an old man with white hair and beard, with age spots all over his face, stood in front of the bed. His back was slightly stooped, but his old eyes were full of sharpness.
This scene seemed a bit scary at first glance, but it gradually dissipated with the loving look on the old man's face.
Unfortunately, after a moment, the old man's face showed a hint of confusion, which then turned into disappointment, and he disappeared from the room in a flash.
I don’t know how to enter, and I don’t know how to disappear.
Xin Zhuo opened his eyes and moved his body slightly. It was a bit cold. The old man's energy actually spread along his wrists and spread to the meridians of his body.
Test?
With the ghost meridians in my body and the blessing of Wangyuejing technique, I can't understand it. The venerable must be no stronger than Wangyuejing, right?
…
The moonlight is bright and clear.
The old man left the room and staggered towards the Venerable Tower. His back was even more stooped, and the moonlight stretched his figure very long.
An old face was full of despair and unwillingness.
At this time, he suddenly stopped and looked up. There was a figure standing in the moonlight in front of him.
His head was covered with silvery gray hair, his face did not look old, but his hands were like tree bark, and he was full of old age. When he saw the old man, he chuckled: "Brother Jiang, I'm afraid we haven't seen you in thirty years?"
The old man sighed: "Thirty-one years and eight months, you were the stupidest back then, but you got the Thirteenth Grade. I'm quite impressed with you!"
A smile befitting his age appeared on Mr. Dongfang's face, and he raised the wine jar in his hand: "Qingyangfang, Lao Baigan in the winery opened by the old drunkard's grandson, although the old drunkard passed away many years ago, the spiciness has remained! "
"Let's go!" The old man nodded.
The two of them disappeared in a flash, and when they reappeared, they reached the top of the "Honorable Tower".
Guitoutuo and Great Sword Master, who were sitting cross-legged at the pagoda gate below, didn't even notice at all.
On the top of the simple and simple tower, Mr. Dongfang took out two cups, poured two glasses of wine, drank it all himself, looked out the window and sighed: "A hundred years have passed in just a blink of an eye. I still remember when I was young and unkempt when I came to the capital." , standing barefoot on the roadside in a daze.
At that time, His Majesty Xuanzong had just ascended the throne, and the new emperor was ambitious in all directions, and the Great Zhou Dynasty was full of vitality. Brother Jiang is a suave and young man, and his white-horse luxury car drives people down the street, causing pedestrians to give way. Does Brother Jiang know what the younger brother was thinking at that time? "
Venerable Jiang Yong also showed a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, and then he laughed, picked up the wine glass and drank it all: "What do you think?"
Mr. Dongfang smiled and said, "I just thought, it would be great if I could be as handsome as you, Mr. Jiang!"
Jiang Yong laughed loudly: "Don't talk about being young and frivolous! Your boy was born in Baiheqiu in the Western Region. He is also a famous sect, but he is arrogant and disdains to establish himself in the name of the sect. Later, he joined the Great Zhou Dynasty and became famous in one day. He has extraordinary talents. Who knows? Do you dare to look down upon me? His Majesty Xuanzong invited you to the palace, declined seven times, entered the Fengjian Division for the eighth time, and drank horses in Beicang for eleven years. Who dares to take advantage of you?"
Mr. Dongfang shook his head and said with a smile: "You can't chase the past! Do you still remember Miss Shangguan's immortal appearance, Song Gongzi's high-spirited spirit, Linghu Demon Girl's stunning beauty and enchanting beauty, and that little fat man who loved drinking later? The old drunk pretends to be ignorant..."
He couldn't help but laugh as he spoke.
Jiang Yong sighed: "It's a pity that a beauty has died, and a stunning talent has died in a solitary grave. Isn't that a good place to go to the mountain? I can't rank seventh in the ranking, but you kid is thirteen in the ranking, and you are still living now, don't you?" Are you just a little timid?"
"The way of martial arts, the faint of heart will not be able to get through it!"
Mr. Dongfang smiled bitterly: "Ye Chen and Qin Wuji rushed through, and now they have entered the ladder of heaven. I am afraid they will live a long and free life!"
Jiang Yong smiled and said: "Seven days of green rain, the prosperous age is coming, and you have become a venerable. It is not a blessing for you and me to survive till now!"
Mr. Dongfang nodded: "That's right! Actually... I want to apologize to Brother Jiang!"
Jiang Yong poured a glass by himself: "My great-nephew's meridians?"
Mr. Dongfang nodded slightly.
Jiang Yong chuckled: "I won't embarrass you about this matter, and there is no need for you and me to argue, but I don't know whether he will let you go!"
Mr. Dongfang laughed: "Brother Jiang, don't you think your great-nephew can still keep up with me?"
Jiang Yong sighed: "Who can say clearly about the fate of the world? Is it not his destiny to be able to come back from Fulong Mountain alive?"
Mr. Dongfang was silent.
Jiang Yong glanced into the distance, then drank another glass of his own business: "The little nun who destroys spirits has not become a venerable person. I'm afraid she won't have a chance. That kid has made arrangements. It's useless for you to hold me back!"
Mr. Dongfang frowned.
…
Under the shadow outside Wuzhu, an old nun stood suddenly. A pair of old eyes glanced at the Wuzhu gate and fell into silence.
In front of the Wuzhu gate, there is an eye-catching sign:
"Mie Ling, Dongfang and dogs are not allowed in!"
Below the sign, seven people sit cross-legged, their aura is majestic and undisguised.
Chanyi was also among them.
The moon gradually set towards the west, and the old figure of the nun finally slowly turned around and disappeared into the night.
The top floor of "Honorable Tower".
Jiang Yong was the only figure left, and the wine jar beside him was tilted, with not a drop left.
The look of disappointment in his muddy old eyes became even heavier: "Is there still hope?"
"boom--"
"Buzz——"
In front of the lower gate of the pagoda, Guitoutuo and the Great Sword Master entered the Grand Master at the same time, only one step short of the Grand Master.
The two of them were wrapped in extremely fierce auras, and they stood up and clasped their fists at the same time: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your help! I have become a half-step master in ancient times!"
An old voice came from the top of the tower: "I also want to thank that old Eastern ghost!"
After a moment of silence, he said again: "You two go to Beicang! Find Xiao Xiao of the Yin Coffin Sect. He owes the old lady a favor. He has returned with the Holy Pill of Huangquan and opened the martial arts vein for my grandson!"
"Here!"
