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Sighing the mist and mist of the mortal world, looking back at the past and the past, it is still empty and misty.
Drinking wine will lead to regret, the soul will be attached to the post road, and the sound of fish and wild geese will disappear.
Poor spring scenery thousands of miles away, burnt and brocade robes in flames.
How many grievances, butterflies weep and orioles complain, causing the clouds to shake when the moon is missing.
The rolling rivers and mountains are sighing, the wind is full of loneliness, and the setting sun is shining alone.
After waking up from the dream, it turns out that it is not the case. I wish for the dawn of spring.
Green sleeves separate the curtains, and you can see the willow back and the waist. The tears are clear, forgetting the joy and the Ming Dynasty.
The name of this poem is "Yanqingdu". Yan Zhen ran down from Xianyun Pavilion and wanted to return to the Central Plains.
It was already dusk, looking back at the setting sun that had fallen into the distant mountains, and the twilight was slightly falling. The surrounding mountains and forests gradually became hazy before my eyes. A gray and rugged mountain road undulates in front of you and extends into the distance, winding away like a big snake.
Yan Zhenjian's steps were like flying, flying lightly on the mountain road. At this time, the twilight was deeper, and the mountains and forests transformed into a more mysterious place, like a vast sea. The twists and turns of the mountain road slowly hid most of his figure, and before long, he had reached the end of the mountain. A towering and strange castle flashed in front of Yan Zhen.
Yan Zhen saw that it was getting late and there was nowhere to stay, so he wanted to rest here. So Yan Zhen stopped and came to the gate of the castle.
Just as he was about to push the door open and enter, he suddenly heard the faint shouts of Xi Wu coming from inside. I saw a slight fire looming inside. Yan Zhen thought to himself: "After swallowing the Linghe Fire Pearl, my skill has greatly increased. I don't know how powerful this Yanmo Sword is. Today I just want to compete with the disciples in this fort to show off the power of my Yanmo Sword." Thinking of this, Yan Zhen stretched out his palm slightly, and a small flame slowly rose in his palm. Yan Zhen held it proudly. Don't go through the door, just fly in from the wall.
When I came to the garden, I saw a dilapidated scene in front of me. A row of ruined houses appeared in front of me, and not a single person was visible. But I heard the shouting sound closer, right next to me. I saw the firelight shining through the ruined door and window. Yan Zhenzhi knew that the disciples in the fort were behind the abandoned house, so he passed by and saw that the place behind the abandoned house was spacious and brightly lit.
The martial arts disciples in the fort stopped practicing martial arts as soon as they saw a stranger intruding. Listen to the leader ask: "Who is it? Why are you visiting late at night?"
Yan Zhendao: "It's late tonight and there's no way to stay. It's just the right place to rest."
I heard someone shout angrily: "How dare you, Skull Castle is not a casual place for you to stay. Get out of here quickly to avoid death!"
When Yan Zhenzheng was careless, he suddenly heard the disciple say the three words "Skull Castle". Unconsciously, his heart moved, and he immediately asked: "Where is this?"
The leader of the group said arrogantly and contemptuously: "This is the Skeleton Castle. Could it be that you are just here to die?"
After hearing this, Yan Zhen looked up to the sky and laughed: "There is no place to look for after wearing iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get here. It turns out that the old skeleton thief led his people to hide here again. It's really a worthwhile trip to come here."
The leader asked: "Who are you?"
Yan Zhendao: "Two years ago, I created a major event in the martial arts world with the Skeleton King. I didn't want the Skeleton King to cause trouble and almost killed me. Today is the perfect time to avenge my father!"
The leader of the Skeleton Castle disciples suddenly realized: "You are Yan Zhen, the master of the Golden Fire Hall!"
Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
The leader continued: "If my castle master hadn't poisoned your father with medicine, how could you have killed Fengyun Swordsman Li Shuo? You need more of my castle masters." As he said that, the disciple and All his subordinates pretended to laugh together.
Obviously, they smiled unnaturally in front of Yan Zhen.
After seeing this, Yan Zhen smiled slightly and said: "A bunch of rabble, I'm going to wash the Skull Castle with blood today!" As Yan Zhen flew to greet them, several disciples of the Skull Castle in front of him drew out their swords to intercept, but Yan Zhen broke the sword in response. Yan Zhen stepped down and held down the heads of the two Skeleton Castle disciples. How could they move?
Yan Zhen said coldly: "Today the old score is settled. I want the blood of the people from the Western Regions to open the edge of my perfect Flame Sword, so as to clear the way for me to unify the Central Plains!" Yan Biwei forcefully pushed the two disciples The heads were pulled out, like picking peaches from fruits, and the two dead bodies fell to the ground with blood spilling out. When Yan Zhen used his power again, the two human heads burned in his hands and turned into ashes in a moment, disappearing into smoke.
When everyone saw it, they were horrified, and all the skeleton disciples rushed towards Yan Zhen. Yan Zhen was so excited that he jumped into the crowd to show off his skills, just like a tiger jumping into a flock of sheep. Everyone was knocked around by Yan Zhen's beating. For a while, I could only hear the wailing from the skeletons and see dead bodies everywhere.
Yan Zhen's hands were like two indestructible swords. Wherever he went, the disciples of Skull Castle retreated like a wall. Row after row of people fell in front of him, dead and injured.
At this time, Yan Zhen saw that only thirty or forty disciples of the Skull Castle were killed, and he was driving them to the corner alone. So Yan Zhen used the Flame Sword Heart Technique, and a blaze of fire came out of his hand, like a golden dragon, tightly trapping the remaining skeleton disciples, making them unable to move. Yan Zhen clasped his palms together in front of his chest and used his true strength again. When he separated them, he saw a wide and thin flaming sword lying between his two palms. Yan Zhen holds his sword with one hand and fights the crowd again. But I saw fire flashing across the sky and golden snakes flying into the sky. Wherever the hot flames flowed, heads fell to the ground. When the rain fell and the dust cleared, all the remaining skeletons were killed by Yan Zhen's sword, and no one was spared.
Yan Zhenfei stepped back and withdrew the flame energy. The flaming sword naturally retracted into the palm of his hand and was extinguished, turning into true energy and returning to the fluid. Pay attention to the dead body in front of you and slowly fall down. Seeing this, Yan Zhen looked up to the sky and laughed: "The sword energy is everywhere, who in the world can fight for it?"
"Who is so presumptuous here?" As soon as he finished speaking, the main door of the castle opened, and a man in black and white clothes flashed out of the door. The two men were tall and slender, with pale skin and grim expressions visible through the light of the lamp. Each holds a sharp double hook.
Yan Zhen looked at it disapprovingly and said disdainfully: "Black and white!"
At this time, the black and white duo took a closer look at the people in the courtyard and exclaimed: "Yan Zhen!"
Yan Zhen smiled coldly.
Heisha took a closer look at the dead bodies everywhere in the courtyard, and the death conditions were extremely miserable. Unconsciously asked: "You alone have harmed everyone here?"
Yan Zhen said: "I worked hand in hand with the Lord of Skeleton Castle once, but he didn't even let me know about his lair. Now that I know it, I came here to pay a visit. This is a courtesy from you!"
"Yan Zhen madman, don't show off, come here and die!" Bai Sha yelled angrily, swung his double hooks and came straight for Yan Zhen with Hei Sha.
Yan Zhen opened the double hooks with his bare hands and beat the black and white evil spirits back into the door. Before the two of them could fight back, Yan Zhen had already struck out with a palm. After breaking down the gate of the castle, they attacked the two of them.
When Black and White Sha retreated and used his double hooks to parry, he saw Yan Zhen turn over and spin up, then hit him in the air. A ray of fire shot straight at the black and white demons.
The two of them were struggling to free their double hooks to protect themselves, and just when they were about to be injured, they suddenly saw a person with a light body coming out from the side to receive the fire energy from Yan Zhen's palm.
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Yan Zhen saw that this man was living like a ghost from hell, with a skull-like head set on a thin body. He looked frightened and frightened.
. Yan Zhenzhi knew that this person was the Skeleton King, the master of Skeleton Castle. Not even talking to him, he flew forward to fight the Skeleton King fiercely.
The two faced each other tit for tat on the top of the Skull Castle, causing rubble and dust to fly around them. After more than thirty moves, the Lord of the Skeleton Castle felt that he was not strong enough. Every time Yan Zhen took a palm, his arms were numb and his internal organs were about to burst. But Yan Zhen is like a lion that is proud of all beasts in the world, more ferocious and fearless, and the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes.
Just when the Skeleton King was about to retreat, Yan Zhenzao severely injured his chest with a palm and knocked the Skeleton King down under the castle. The Skeleton King held his chest in pain.
