Fantasy: I’m really not an unparalleled expert

Martial wilderness world.

The sword master has left, and the terrifying sword energy has disappeared.

Peace has returned to heaven and earth, and everything just discovered is like a big dream.

Only the Wuji Peak mountain range collapsed and the earth cracked, silently proving that everything just now was by no means an illusion.

"the third."

Dugu Yuqing murmured, watching himself leave in his previous life, he knew that the Sword Master would disappear completely in the abyss.

From now on, there will be only Dugu Yuqing in the world, and no Sword Master anymore.

There is only one side of cause and effect.

"The third person fills the Tianyuan. It won't be long before the connection between this world and the Gray Mist Sea will be completely restarted."

Yin Xu'an also spoke, and he sighed:

"At that time...the world will be in chaos, and the post-White Mist era may end..."

"Judging from this gray turtle, I don't know what the Gray Mist Sea has gone through. It may be a little bit stronger than it was before eons ago!"

As he spoke, he looked at Dugu Yuqing and said:

"So...our True Ancestor Realm is in urgent need of strengthening!"

His eyes burned, and he used "we" all the time.

"Brother Dugu, I can't watch our True Ancestor Realm fail... Come on, let's go find the one who is number one in swordsmanship and listen to his old man's orders!"

Hearing this, Dugu Yuqing smiled and said:

"It's easy to say...but do you like calligraphy?"

He knew very well that Yin Xu'an... wanted to find his master to hug him!

calligraphy?

Yin Xu'an frowned immediately, this... can't happen.

After practicing swordsmanship all your life, where can you find the time to learn this?

"My master lives in seclusion in the world of mortals and never talks about his spiritual practice. Every word and deed is the Tao. But from his teachings, I can see that it is nurtured in calligraphy!"

Dugu Yuqingdao.

Hearing this, Yin Xu'an gritted his teeth and said:

"Although I don't know how to...but I can learn!"

"I, Mr. Yin, have an eternal talent in swordsmanship... Don't worry, I will definitely learn it!"

Dugu Yuqing smiled and said: "Okay!"

At this moment, Wu Dade could no longer bear it and said:

"Let's stop talking... let's go and take this big wild boar back. The village can have a feast again!"

He looked at the big wild boar like a hill in front of him, and his eyes were filled with salivation.

Huijiao Yuanshen died, but his physical body was still intact, like a small mountain.

"Okay, let's go back to the village and have a feast!"

Dugu Yuqing spoke.

Immediately, they took Hui Jian's body and headed towards the desert of the dead.

…

Soon after, they appeared directly outside the small mountain village.

Yin Xu'an was immediately shocked when he saw this small mountain village!

"This...is there such a place in the world?!"

He murmured: "My dear... Even the sea of ​​gray mist can't accommodate this kind of place... Are you really from that side of the road?!"

At this moment, he was extremely sure.

This small mountain village... has a great origin, which cannot be seen in the world.

Every plant and tree definitely involves taboo levels, and even he, who was once revered as the Sword Ancestor... is far from qualified to touch it.

But now I can really see it!

"Let's go back to the village."

Dugu Yuqing spoke.

However, Yin Xu'an pulled him and said nervously:

"If I go in... I'm afraid I'll die!"

He was really scared.

This kind of place is unfathomable, and it contains unimaginable murderous intentions. Moreover, it seems that the origin of the gray mist cannot be tolerated!

He was born in the Gray Mist Sea, and he is covered in the origin of gray mist. If he takes one step... he will probably die.

Dugu Yuqing also frowned when he heard this.

When Yin Xu'an saw this, he looked at the big black dog again and said:

"Great Emperor, you promised me that you would protect me. It would be a shame for a great emperor to not be able to protect his younger brother!"

When the big black dog heard this, he raised his head and said:

"Don't worry, just follow me and I'll make sure you're fine!"

"Come!"

Hearing this, Yin Xu'an followed in anxiously.

Stepping into the small mountain village, he immediately felt that the source of his own gray mist had quietly shrunk. He did not dare to let it out at all and was extremely restrained.

He seemed to be trembling.

But, he is indeed not dead!

"Huh? Are you really not being killed? It seems that I guessed it right. With the Red Dust Jade in the Consciousness Sea, it will not cause murder in the village..."

The big black dog muttered when he saw this.

After hearing this, Yin Xu'an's blood pressure suddenly rose. He looked at the big black dog and gritted his teeth.

Damn it, it turns out that this damn dog has no confidence at all!

Just a guess... Let's do an experiment on him!

"You bitch... you're not reliable!"

He couldn't help but speak.

When the big black dog heard this, he said seriously: "Wang, Yin Laosi, I am warning you not to spread rumors! My protection is absolutely effective!"

Yin Xu'an didn't want to talk anymore.

"Master, where did you defeat the big gray pig?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly came.

I saw Uncle Zhang coming towards me!

He was carrying a bundle of firewood, and behind him, Ming Tianbei, Xue Ge and other demon commanders were also carrying firewood.

In addition, there was an old man, also carrying firewood, who turned out to be Luo Xingchen!

——Ming Tianbei also brought him here to help the village.

As for Qingcheng, all her cultivation had disappeared, so Ming Tianbei asked her to clean in the courtyard.

Seeing Uncle Zhang, Wu Dade stopped, wiped his sweat, and said:

"Uncle Zhang, it was done outside... it's really heavy!"

"We can have dinner tonight!"

Uncle Zhang couldn't help but nodded and said:

"The big gray pig... I haven't seen it in many years. It ate a lot in the early years. The quality of the meat is a little worse than that of domestic pigs, but it's not bad!"

After hearing this, Wu Dade, Dugu Yuqing and others were already numb and used to it.

There seems to be nothing in this world that the villagers haven’t eaten before!

When Yin Xu'an heard this, his heart suddenly became complicated. How much did he eat in the early years? Is the meat quality worse than domestic pigs?

Who is this? Dare you speak like this?

This is Hui Jian.

He couldn't help but look at Uncle Zhang!

However, just by looking at it, he was shaken all over, and his eyes were filled with turmoil!

A deep fear flashed through him. He quickly closed his eyes, lowered his head, saluted hastily, and said:

"...Junior is rude, please forgive me, senior, please forgive me, senior!"

At this moment, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

With just one glance, he understood that Uncle Zhang... was definitely a taboo existence. Even with a glance, he might be exposed to weird and karmic consequences that he couldn't afford!

terrible!

Just now, how dare you have any disrespectful thoughts?

It’s over, it’s over!

This kind of existence, eating Huijiao... It is simply an honor for Huijiao!

But Uncle Zhang was confused and said:

"Who is this?"

Dugu Yuqing thought for a while and said:

"Um...this is a calligraphy enthusiast and the one the master is looking for...a mental illness!"

When Uncle Zhang heard this, he immediately understood.

"It turns out it's mental illness... No wonder!"

No wonder all the people claiming to be seniors when meeting a farmer like me... turn out to be crazy!

But Yin Xu'an was stunned for a moment, what the hell is this?

Mental illness?

When did you become mentally ill?

However, at this time, he did not dare to talk at all.

If he is killed by the police, it will be over!

"Okay, you go find Xiao Li first. Leave the big gray pig to my uncle. I will notify everyone to start the banquet!"

Uncle Zhang said, and then said:

"By the way, isn't Tianbei here? The mental illness has been handed over to him first, so you don't have to worry about it."

Hearing this, Wu Dade was immediately happy. This big gray pig... was very tired from dragging it around.

"Okay, Uncle Zhang, let's go first!"

They immediately headed towards the small courtyard.

Seeing Dugu Yuqing and others leaving, Yin Xu'an panicked. He was very scared.

Uncle Zhang commanded:

"Well, Tieshan, Xue Ge, drag the big gray pig away!"

Tieshan and Xuege immediately went over and dragged the big gray pig to the open space in the village.

"You mentally ill man who loves calligraphy, come here and help pick firewood!"

Uncle Zhang spoke to Yin Xu'an again.

Yin Xu'an was scared to death, but he could only walk over cautiously and respectfully and pick up a bundle of firewood.

As soon as he picked up the firewood, a voice came in his ear: "Sword Ancestor?"

He turned around and saw Luo Xingchen.

Suddenly, Yin Xu'an also flashed a hint of surprise and said:

"Martial Ancestor? Are you here too?!"

Luo Xingchen immediately shook his head and said:

"Don't call me Martial Ancestor...call me No. 1, I am Psycho No. 1!"

Yin Xu'an became even more confused, "What... is going on?"

Luo Xingchen whispered:

"Don't ask, to put it simply, if we enter this village, we will become mentally ill!"

"Being a psychopath...has many benefits!"

"Here, let me share a piece of meat pie with you!"

As he said that, Luo Xingchen took out half a piece of meat pie from his sleeve. He ate it for breakfast today and hid it carefully after saving money!

Seeing this, Yin Xu'an was shocked. How could Luo Xingchen, the first-generation Martial Ancestor, live in such a "miserable" life?

It's like someone who has survived the famine years, and even half a piece of meat pie has to be cherished and cherished? ?

Is that too much?

But when he took the meat pie and took a bite, he was shocked.

The Qi contained in this meat pie... is so supreme, it even contains a forbidden Qi!

This is nothing like meatloaf... This is a unique treasure. Even those who are on the road will be jealous when they see it!

"How's it going? Not bad, right?"

"I'm telling you, don't think too much about anything else. From today on, good days are coming!"

Luo Xingchen made a noise and took out a small cloth bag and said:

"Look, I have a lot of good things hidden here. The leftover vegetable leaves I ate the day before yesterday, the rice balls I ate the day before yesterday, the half-eaten half of the fruit I ate yesterday...thrown into the gray fog sea, they are all world-shaking good things. Something!”

When Yin Xu'an saw this, his eyes went straight!

Damn, so rich, right? !

At this moment, I had the urge to knock Luo Xingchen off! !

If I had obtained any of these things eons ago...why would I be trapped until now?

It's ridiculous. Just now, I thought Luo Xingchen was "miserable" and felt like he was living in a lean year...

Now it seems that I am the one who is really miserable. The days when I was the ancestor of the Gray Mist Sea... Damn it, it was even worse than the lean years, and I lived like a dog!

Seeing the jealousy in Yin Xu'an's eyes, Luo Xingchen proudly put it away and said:

"These are my frugal collections. If you want them, I can save them myself in the future!"

As he spoke, he looked at Ming Tianbei happily and said:

"The dean also said that as long as I work hard, I will be rewarded and given extra meals!!"

Yin Xu'an gritted his teeth instantly and decided that from now on, he must be a lunatic in the village!

Thinking about it, he plucked up the courage, walked up to Ming Tianbei, and said:

"Dean...can I help you carry firewood?"

Ming Tianbei: "??"

This mental illness... seems to be different from the previous two.

When Luo Xingchen saw this, he was startled for a moment and immediately slapped his thigh, saying in annoyance:

"Why didn't I think of helping the dean? Damn it, Sword Ancestor is such a flatterer!"

…

On the other side, Uncle Zhang saw the performance of the two people clearly and couldn't help but shake his head.

It is indeed a mental illness.

The old one is insane and just hides all the bad food and bad food... The new one looks so young and polite. Who would have thought that he would salivate when he sees the bad food and bad rice? He even put the sour meatloaf in his mouth!

"pitiful!"

He sighed!

…

Good night.