Huang Yan's face was almost sunken into the ice. He squinted and looked at Hua Fengju, who had killed two of his clan members and fell to the ground not far away. He didn't bother to get up, and bared his teeth and fiercely attacked the only remaining member of the clan. The five doormen shouted: "Go and cut off the heads of these three people. I will put them in front of the third master to pay tribute to him!"
Huang Tuizhi is the third eldest son of the Huang family, so the juniors in the family call him Third Master.
This old man who had been in trouble for half his life did not expect to lose his life here today and die at the hands of a young man who has not yet established himself. Now he is afraid that he will not even be able to enter the forest of guns where the bones of the gun sect are buried in Songlu Pass.
The sword fight between Yanbei swordsman and Wang swordsman is still inseparable.
But Yan Longyu, the son of the Sword Immortal, is already hanging by a thread!
A Corridor Gunslinger grabbed the child by the collar, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and stretched it towards the child's delicate neck. The other four people also walked towards the dying Yan Shiliu and Hua Fengju respectively.
It seems to be a foregone conclusion that the son of the Sword Immortal will die unexpectedly today.
Sudden! A deer roar came from the mountains and forests, echoing ethereally on the river!
On the river, everyone's hearts trembled, as if they were listening to fairy music. They forgot about everything for a moment, and there was an untimely sense of relaxation in their hearts!
Before everyone could recover, the ice on the river shattered instantly without warning, and the sound of water suddenly filled the vast river. The people who didn't react in a hurry were carried by the river and flowed down the river.
Three ethereal white deer jumped out from among the green cliffs by the river. They jumped onto the river like elves and walked lightly on the water. Almost at the same time, they carried the choking child and the unknown Huayan on their backs respectively. , and quickly jumped back to the other side.
At their feet, the turbulent river surface comes and goes as freely as flat land!
The child named Yan Longyu who was carried by the white deer experienced too much this day. He felt that his body was no longer in control, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, as if he was about to fall asleep. But before he closed his eyes, he seemed to clearly see a gentle young man in white on the other side.
On the other side of the river, the two people who were obsessed with cutting and rubbing their swords finally noticed something strange on the river. They actually stopped their hands at the same time as if they knew it tacitly. The useless farmer smiled and nodded to the swordsman, took two steps at a time and flew into the river, pulling out the singing cormorant Guan Huangyan who was struggling in the river.
The five singing corvets who had closed their doors were the only ones left in the river, struggling hard with no one paying attention.
On the other side of the river, there was a person dressed in Chuchen white clothes standing by the river. Although his whole face was shrouded in a hazy white mist, he was still elegant and extraordinary, like a heavenly being.
Huang Yan, who had calmed down, looked intently at the man in white who had appeared on the other side of the river. His anger was completely written on his face. He didn't care about the reputation of the Jianghu sect, and cursed in Poyin: "Where did you come from? Demon, fight against the Crooked Pass! You are so white-faced, you can put on a show! If you dare to tell me your name, I will go back and call for help! I will flatten your ancestral graves!"
Is it easy for me to kill one person?
The elegant people in white on the other side touched the heads of the docile white deer one after another, and then watched them leave briskly and disappear into the green cliffs in the distance. Then he looked to the other side with an intoxicating smile and replied to Huang Yan with two words: "I don't dare."
There is an immortal, let him put the white deer among the green cliffs!
Although Bai Yi's voice was not loud, it was still clearly transmitted to everyone's ears, and it was extremely mysterious.
The old Taoist who picks noses seems to have endless noses to pick.
He should have "persuaded" the people from Luming Valley who wanted to come back. Zhang Muyang swaggered behind Huang Yan and kicked him out without saying a word, "How could Old Qi Hongtian of Songlu Pass teach the younger generation? It’s embarrassing to curse your mother when you open your mouth!”
Huang Yan was extremely depressed after eating a dog's shit again. At this moment, he suddenly felt that he was safer lying on the ground: all the people in this relationship are big guys, and I am the only one who is a clown! ? You dare to call us Mr. Qi, who are you?
The old Taoist Zhang Muyang looked towards the other side with a smile on his face, his pupils were slightly purple, and he had opened the Taoist Heavenly Eye.
It's just that after looking at it for a long time, the veteran Taoist couldn't tell anything: Is the white man in front of me really not a human being?
The old Heavenly Master of Fulushan collected his magical powers, Shi Shiran untied the floating body from his waist, kneaded the secrets in his hands, bowed and saluted, and said: "Blessings are immeasurable, poor Taoist Fulushan Zhang Muyang. It's just that today's situation is beyond my expectation. Please ask for it." Heaven and man clear up the confusion.”
Huang Yan was so heartbroken when he heard the name of Lao Dao that he buried his head in the ground: You are fighting with gods, just don't take me with you.
The man in white held a wordless book in his hand and said in a gentle voice: "I am a duckweed with no roots, no name, no surname, neither Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, God, ghost, human, or demon, nor reincarnation. , can’t communicate with yin and yang, can’t leave this mountain, only listen to the destiny of heaven.”
"This is where destiny is, and I will be here."
The old Taoist had a look of understanding and admiration, and nodded slightly as if to be mysterious. However, the fact was that he didn't understand anything: "If you don't understand, then I'll just change the topic with you. Anyway, I've lived for almost two hundred years, old Taoist, but I can't do it here." Showing timidity in front of juniors. He tentatively said: "Heaven, that child has some connection with me, can you let me take him away?"
The man in white shook his head, "This boy has the luck of your Taoist northern crape myrtle, and he has the ability to change the world. It's ridiculous to say that the rise and fall of the mortal world is inevitable, but the immortals in the sky are also greedy and want to rely on themselves. Use your power to stop the movement of the avenue, and enjoy the worship of the human world alone. Haha, go back, this child cannot enter your Taoist door, and he will have to stay in my Qishan for fifteen years!"
Everyone was confused after hearing this, what kind of immortal? What avenue? Does anyone really believe it?
Zhang Muyang understood this time. He changed his usual leisurely manner, like a student seeking advice carefully savoring the lectures of his private school teacher. After thinking for a long time, he slowly uttered the word "clear".
The farmer surnamed Wang didn't understand the twists and turns of these two people, so he simply held a straw stalk in his mouth and closed his eyes to meditate.
The swordsman Zhang Gong's eyes widened, and he was full of curiosity when he saw Huang Yan coming out of the crow's cage and burying his head in the soil, grinning sneer.
Huang Yan just wanted to stay away from these people at this time.
The man in white looked at the swordsman surnamed Zhang and the old Taoist surnamed Zhang on the other side, smiled slightly, raised his hand to touch the head of the son of the sword immortal who was sleeping in his arms, and said calmly: "After today's incident, this son owes you the Zhang family. Favors will have consequences one day!"
Zhang Muyang twisted his long eyebrows and was flattered when he heard this. He saluted and said loudly: "Old man, on behalf of my family in the world, I would like to thank the gods!"
The swordsman Zhang Gong didn't know why, but he still stood with his sword horizontally, staring at Huang Yan as if he were watching a show.
The next moment, the man in white waved his sleeves in front of several people, and Yan Longyu, the son of the Sword Immortal, Feng Juehua Fengju of Xishu, and Yan Shiliu, the young apprentice of the Sword Immortal, quietly disappeared in front of everyone on the other side.
The man in white clothes turned around and walked away. The last sentence left behind reached several people's ears, and the words were true:
"Everyone can tell the whole world that within fifteen years, in this Fulong County, whoever wants to touch this child named Yan Longyu can try. Although I can't leave the mountain, I can still kill an ignorant mortal!"
That's what he said, and he did the same for the next fifteen years. Countless killers and gangsters came quietly and died quietly, until no one dared to touch the child openly.
After this day, there was an immortal legend in the world.
——In Qishan.
After an unknown number of days, when the child named Yan Longyu woke up again, he was already lying in a spacious bamboo house.
Yan Longyu turned over in a daze and walked out of the bamboo house. He saw a fence; he saw a serious-looking old Confucian scholar and an old slave who looked like a servant chopping firewood at the door and looked at him; he turned around and saw the threshold of the side room. There was also a handsome child with the same serious face sitting on it, about the same age as himself.
All this seems like a dream, I don't know when it is true and when it is false.
Yan Longyu slowly walked up to the handsome child, tilted his head, and asked a series of questions in a childish voice, "What's your name?"
"Why am I here?"
"Have you seen my uncle and brother?"
"Are you mute?"
The handsome kid of the same age turned his head slowly and dullly, with a cold face. He looked at Yan Longyu in front of him with an expression that looked like a fool, and said: "One of you is dead, sir." Then he added coldly, "I am Prince Beihuan, Dugu Haodang. .”
Yan Longyu didn't react for a long time. He pinched his white and tender arms and looked at the old Confucian scholar who was chopping firewood. He cried loudly, "Uncle Feng! I will never make you angry again. If you die, how can I live if you die!"
When he was crying vigorously, a familiar voice came from the room behind the handsome child, "You brat, hold it back, your uncle and I are not dead yet, why are you crying in mourning!"
"Ah?" The child stopped crying. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a moment. He was stunned: Uncle Feng is not dead, so isn't Brother Sixteen...
…
Yan Shiliu is gone. This poor man who lost his mother when he was born, was kicked out of his home by his brother and sister-in-law when he was a teenager, and was forced to wander around the world. He wanted to learn swordsmanship from the swordsman and longed to be famous in the world one day. He died like this in the cold river water.
No one heard his last words before his death.
It seems that no one will remember his bitter smile.
Maybe this is Jianghu! A young man lives in an unknown world.
"He once said that the happiest thing in this life is to be accepted as a disciple by the Great Sword Immortal. The best person he has ever seen in this life is your mother."
"I asked your father why there are so many good swordsmen in the world to accept such a mediocre person as his disciple. Haha, your father said Yan Shiliu! You really have hope when encountering big things, my child is sincere!"
"I didn't understand it before, but now I know why."
Yan Longyu knelt in front of a newly piled earthen grave at the foot of Qishan Mountain, listening to Hua Fengju who was standing aside talking about Brother Sixteen's past, "Brother Sixteen, you didn't get to go home until you died?"
Hua Fengju looked at the grave and let out a long sigh, "His father died a year ago, and his brother and sister-in-law have also moved to other places. There is no one at home! What if he goes back!"
Yan Longyu reached out and touched the tombstone with Yan Shiliu's name engraved on it, and said lonelyly: "Actually, my father is dead, right? Uncle Feng."
Xishu Fengjue, who could no longer hold the sword in his right hand, looked at the child in front of him who actually understood everything, and nodded heavily.
After the two people, one large and one small, left the grave, a little beggar wearing a mud coat knelt in front of Yan Shiliu's grave holding a delicate pastry he had brought from nowhere.
The child carefully placed the cake in front of the grave, buried his head in the soil of the grave, and cried loudly. Say goodbye to the hero who once came to the rescue.
The cry was even more sad in the deserted place. Suddenly a voice came from behind the child, "Do you want to hold the sword? His sword!"
The child, filled with tears, suddenly turned his head and saw that handsome face that stood out from others, Hua Fengju.
"This is his sword! If you want to learn, catch it!"
The child wiped his face, stood up without hesitation, took Yan Liuliu's dagger with both hands, and nodded fiercely.
"Kneel down and become my disciple!"
This child who had been stepped on in the mud now knelt down to his dead master with a plop and kowtowed three times.
"His name is Yan Shiliu, and he will risk his life to protect the child named Yan Longyu. What about you?" Hua Fengju saw the perseverance in the child's eyes.
The child held the dagger tightly and said resolutely: "From now on, my name will be Yan Gui. Yan Longyu will be my master. His life is my life!"
"From now on, I, Yan Gui, will let the entire world know that there is a person named Yan Shiliu, he! He has been here before!"
The lonely swallow returns home! There is a successor to Yan Shiliu!
