Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees

Penglai, the tenth level of the abyss.

As the transition area between shallow and middle layers, this is a large safe area.

The scenery here is characterized by a huge lake, with a sleeping turtle in the center of the lake.

It has been inactive for so long that its back has turned into an island. It only moves once in a hundred years on average. Its rich life energy has also made the lake itself a gathering place for fishermen.

Here, fish weighing less than thirty kilograms are too embarrassed to take out.

Only dragon carps that have been hooked for more than 100 kilograms are eligible to walk three times around the perimeter.

Fishing is also a technical job. If a person is not skilled enough, he will not only lose his fishing rod and bait, but he may also be dragged into the water and teased by the fish.

Fishing is originally a competition between man and fish.

At the edge of Aogui Island, a young man was holding a fishing rod in his left hand and lighting beans with his chin, as if he had been fishing all night long to get the immortal energy into his body.

At this time, the fishing line trembled slightly. The young man moved his left hand and lifted the fishing rod with lightning speed. A huge dragon carp that was as tall as two people was thrown ashore, weighing more than three hundred kilograms. , one can tell at a glance that it is at least a fish king that has been around for decades.

Even after the giant dragon carp landed on the shore, it did not immediately lose its resistance. It immediately struggled and bounced towards the lazy young man, but in just a blink of an eye, it fell into the transparent fish tank next to the young man's feet. , turned into a crucian carp the size of a finger.

In the tank, there were several similar fish swimming around feebly.

The young man yawned and continued to throw out the fishhook, waiting for the prey to take the bait. Fishing is so boring and simple.

This time he felt the fishing line trembling slightly again, but he did not lift the fishing rod, because there was a person standing on the lake directly in front of him. The water surface that the latter walked along had condensed into ice, which looked very much like the person walking along the way. The True Monarch who freezes ice and crosses the sea.

The young man flicked the fishhook: "How can I fish with you like this?"

Bei Mingque said: "Are you still in the mood to fish? Let me go."

"What kind of mood is it? What kind of mood is needed for fishing?" Ren Nanbei's attitude was casual: "Would you like to sit down and try it? It can calm your mood."

"Did you really know nothing, or did you know it in advance but didn't say anything, and deliberately came here to fish to avoid a direct conflict with her?" Bei Mingque asked straight to the point.

"You misunderstood." Ren Nanbei said with a smile: "Only when the two sides are similar in strength, it is called a conflict, otherwise it can only be called a beating."

"So you really avoided it on purpose."

"Nothing happened in the end."

"If something happens, you, as the head of the Law Enforcement Department, are not exempt from the blame for hiding in a place like this." Beimingque said lightly: "However, this is a matter for the Law Enforcement Department and has nothing to do with me."

"You came here just to complain to me?" Ren Nanbei casually raised his chin: "Although I don't mind either."

"We are both Jiaoyang, is the gap between you and her really that big? As for you even choosing to retreat on your own territory."

Ren Nanbei joked: "I didn't expect you to be such a person with a sense of collective honor, what? Do you think Huang Qixia beat Long Jianquan in Penglai, which is considered to have crossed the line? But for that proud Phoenix, no There are so-called boundaries and there aren’t that many rules.”

He continued: "I thought you would be happier. Didn't Long Jianquan not deal with you?"

Bei Mingque said frankly: "I plan to use Longjian Spring as a whetstone to sharpen my skills and consolidate my realm."

Ren Nanbei said: "If you don't build a bridge between heaven and earth, you are not considered a true master... Even if you fight, you are just novices pecking each other. Is it necessary to hold such a grudge against Huang Qixia?"

Bei Mingque shook his head and remained silent for a long time. He said, "I just hate my lack of strength."

"Is it appropriate for you, a bright moon, to say this?"

"She didn't even remember who I was." Bei Mingque said, "As a former defeated general, this hurts my self-esteem."

Ren Nanbei said oh, and then asked in confusion: "Then why did you come to see me?"

"Healing." Bei Mingque also sat down on the stone beside him, took out a fishing rod from somewhere, and swung the fishhook toward the lake: "Long Jianquan was injured, and he won't be able to recover in a month or two. , even if he recovers, he still lacks the vigor he had when he just came out of isolation. I don’t know if he can do it without breaking or establishing, but I have nothing to do during this time.”

Ren Nanbei chuckled: "Sure enough, the ultimate boredom for humans is fishing."

"You should have more things to do than me." Bei Mingque said: "The Law Enforcement Department is not so free."

"My subordinates are very good. There is almost nothing I have to do. It's good to be a mascot." Ren Nanbei started to feel sleepy again.

Bei Mingque suddenly asked again: "Why is the gap between the blazing sun and the bright moon so big?"

Ren Nanbei was stunned for a few seconds: "Your question is interesting, so I can also ask you - why is the gap between humans and goblins so big?"

Bei Mingque raised his eyebrows: "Have I become a goblin?"

Ren Nanbei shook his head: "I don't allow you to say that about yourself."

Bei Mingque held the fishing rod and remained calm: "You can sit quietly on the Diaoyutai now, but it is impossible to sit still forever. If you still maintain this state of stagnation, you will soon be overtaken by those who come after you. Innate heroic spirit bloodline You can compete for the title of Sun."

Ren Nanbei disagreed: "I don't expect to sit in this position forever. I don't care about winning or losing, but you... aren't you tired of living like this?"

Bei Mingque was unwavering: "Since I have chosen this way of living, I have no regrets whether I am tired or not - the Beiming family cannot afford to make the same mistake again."

"I'm not going to talk about your family affairs."

Ren Nanbei suddenly sat up straight: "It's just that I won't support you."

"If you want to imitate Huang Qixia and become the leader of the bright moon, you must have a record of victory against other bright moons."

"Moreover, everyone will compare you with Huang Qixia."

"Everyone knows that even if the other two Jiaoyang join forces, they can't do anything to her - if you want to do this, you must at least be able to fight one against three in the same realm."

"What you can't do, I can't do it either. Only Huang Qixia can do it, so she is the first."

"If you want to wear its crown, you must bear its weight."

Bei Mingque said: "I don't have that much time. Even if I take the risk, I must give it a try."

"Are you going to fight for your life?"

"Am I not working hard now?" Bei Mingque asked.

Let the north and the south remain silent.

Bei Mingque stared at the trembling fishing line and the lake surface, but still made no move to lift the rod: "I am destined not to live until the age of twenty-seven. The only way to survive is to become a saint before twenty-seven."

Ren Nanbei also looked at the undulating lake surface: "You were not so anxious before. Is it because of Huang Qixia's appearance, or because of... him?"

Beimingque was silent.

Ren Nanbei said: "Sure enough, you are more afraid of latecomers than Huang Qixia, who is already above the clouds... No one wants to be the frontrunner, especially since your relationship is so special."

He picked up the fishing rod and swung it out: "What a transference."

Bei Mingque said: "I am not Qianlang, nor am I a fake."

Ren Nanbei said: "But you are anxious, but you were only a few years old at the time. How could you understand this? This is not your responsibility."

"It has nothing to do with responsibility." Bei Mingque never raised the pole: "Because I can't lose."

Ren Nanbei paused, scratched his head and said, "I understand... people only live for one breath."

A strange look appeared on Bei Mingque's unprecedentedly paralyzed face: "Do you understand?"

Ren Nanbei smiled: "Okay, I don't understand, it's all nonsense..."

Bei Mingque said: "Guard my way."

Ren Nanbei refused: "I don't like trouble."

Bei Mingque said: "Except for me, no one is more suitable for you to be your guardian."

Ren Nanbei touched his chin thoughtfully: "The protector of the Tao will protect you until you attain Taoism. There are still three years until you are twenty-seven."

"It doesn't take three years."

Bei Mingque sneered: "How can I slowly wait to die?"

"I know you stayed in Penglai doing nothing because of the ban on the Holy Way!"

"But don't you think that instead of staying in a place like this and wasting time fishing, you might as well be my protector!"

"The result of adhering to this ban is that it will grow moldy and smelly in the corner. Can you really afford to wait for fifty years?"

"Help me reach the fifth level, and you will gain an extraordinary and holy ally!"

"When the time comes, I will naturally help you break the confinement of the Holy Path... With your qualifications, you will definitely be canonized within a year!"

"Both parties will benefit from cooperation, what else is there to consider!"

Ren Nanbei clenched his fists, looked at the undulating lake, and said in a calm but serious tone: "Choose me to be the guardian of the Tao, and the risks behind it are immeasurable. If you get involved in the battle for the Holy Tao, you will easily die without a burial place."

Bei Mingque just asked: "Do you dare to pick it up or not?"

Ren Nanbei laughed: "It seems that I am the fish that took the bait."

Bei Mingque looked at the scorching sun that had been wasted for a year and a half because of the ban. He tried to rekindle the flames of the other party. This was undoubtedly a big gamble.

But Bei Mingque, who was born into gambling, didn't mind betting more on himself.

There was a cliff behind him, and he had no way out.

Ren Nanbei said: "Pick up the pole."

Bei Mingque raised his hand, the fishing rod shook, and a big fish broke out of the water and landed in the fish tank, causing a few ripples.

"Let's go." Ren Nanbei dropped the fishing rod and pretended to hit Bei Mingque on the chest: "Please eat roasted fish."

Bei Mingque avoided the punch and put away the fishing rod.

He turned sideways: "Now?"

Ren Nanbei smiled and said: "It's better to do it sooner rather than later. There are too many weeds in front of us and I can't wait any longer."

The fishing rod in his hand disappeared at some point and was replaced by a big knife.

The name of the knife is Cut Grass.

Ren Nanbei waved his sleeves gently, and cut through the lake with his grass-cutting knife. Countless words appeared out of thin air, building a bridge. The words were filled with thunderous light, and each word shone with shocking power.

Jiaoyang was in charge of the law in the north and south. He was given the famous sword of Daxia to cut grass. He also studied two art of war and was in charge of the law and thunder.

Kill countless evildoers, cut off bandits like grass.

Two years ago, he tried to punish a thousand-year-old family of martial saints. After the lawsuit failed in the heavenly court, he was issued a ban on the holy path and was prohibited from becoming a saint for fifty years.

Even though he failed in enforcing the law, he was still one of the three shining stars of Daxia.