Sword comes

Disgusting.

The sudden appearance of the boy in white was really inappropriate.

The guests here are all quick-witted people, and after quickly taking a look at the ugly face of the green robed man, they understood it, and then turned their heads to look at the young man's eyes, which was very playful.

In the northern boundary of Huang Tingguo, mountains and rivers are indistinguishable. Whoever does not sell the face of the golden signboard of Dashui Mansion dares to smash the place of the Cold Food River Water God, and even swaggered to the site of Dashui Mansion. It is really an old birthday star eating arsenic and living Tired of crooked

Sitting on top of the frail scholar, the feminine man with the body of a water snake cultivated to become fine, raised his orchid finger, and slowly raised a wine glass. Facing the uninvited guest, the man's eyes were hot, his face was handsome, and he was always in his heart. Okay, I just can't help feeling sorry, the young man in front of me is probably on a dead end, it's a shame for the master of the water god, he doesn't dare to take it back to the mansion to enjoy it without authorization, he can only hope that the corpse will be removed, and he will make dinner for tonight's supper The man's voice was sharp, and he smiled and said: "This wine in the glass is for my cold food Jiang Dashui Mansion's unique gold and jade liquid. A monk drinks a glass, which is worth a ten-day hard work in the cave. Ordinary people drink it, and it will cure diseases and misfortunes. Difficult, there is still half a cup left, do you want to try it?"

The white-clothed boy crossed the threshold and stopped moving forward. He just stood there and looked around, completely ignoring this notorious and vicious water spirit.

The feminine man laughed back in anger, stuck out his naturally extremely long tongue, licked the corners of his mouth, and finally laughed, "If you don't eat the toast, you'll die."

With a flick of his wrist, half a glass of golden wine splashed out. The eye-catching wine first stopped and floated in the air, and then dispersed, bit by bit. The boy, the strong bow and arrow that was faster than within a hundred steps, made a humming and whistling sound, and the momentum was frightening.

If he can't dodge in time, the boy in white will definitely be covered in holes.

Just relying on this supernatural power to control water, some young Qi practitioners present here were genuinely shocked.

Almost everyone feels that the overall situation is settled.

The white-haired old man was no exception. When he saw the boy for the first time, he was surprised, but quickly shook his head lightly. A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, but Dashuifu, a dragon's pond and a tiger's lair, where is it? You can come as soon as you say, and you can leave as soon as you say, but it's a pity that you have wasted your appearance and demeanor for nothing.

In the north of Aquarius Continent, everyone knows that Huang Tingguo is a small temple. Emperor Hong's imperial examinations for talents must first look at whether the handwriting is beautiful, and then whether the content of the article is good. If both are good, then the most important thing The matter is coming, His Majesty will see who is the most dignified, handsome and unrestrained in the palace examination

When the old man was on the county street, he had seen a group of study tours including the young man in white. The old man had a little knowledge of physiognomy, looked at the young man in white, and judged his appearance. The other person, that young man in green shirt with a calm face, is the real beauty of Taoism.

The old man stopped looking at the boy who was doomed to have a bleak ending, and turned to look at a young monk who knew everything about him. The old man's eyes were full of gloom.

The latter was keenly aware of the gaze of the elders of the teacher's sect, and flinched slightly, but soon remembered that he had found a real backer, and it was different now, so he straightened his back, and raised a glass of wine with a frank smile, The old man turned a blind eye with a smile on his face.

The old man had cultivated himself well, but the two young men beside him, seeing this scene, were furious on the spot, and glared at the smug traitor.

The cultivator of the Lingyun Sect who sat alone opposite was the culprit of the previous turmoil. At the end of the massacre, he was bumped into by a passing casual cultivator. Among the inner disciples of the Lingyun Sect, he had mediocre qualifications He is not good at killing and hunting. He was unable to fight against casual cultivators who are proficient in catching and fighting, so he fled into the city quickly. After that, he stayed leisurely in that autumn reed inn, and some of them probably used the inn and Mrs. Liu to do it. Amulet of intent.

After being tracked down by Sanxiu, even at the risk of being regarded as an enemy by the Qiulu Inn, this casual cultivator who acted out of righteousness insisted on intruding and fought fiercely. fight.

In the end, the screen wall of the moon phase was smashed, and he was deliberately led to the nearby alleys by the monks of the Spiritual Rhyme School. Using the pretext of the county tycoons to put pressure on the government, Sanxiu was deemed to be provocative, and let alone be killed. As for the secrets, everyone died and no one made a statement. Even if there were some gossip, it was just groundless.

Those casual cultivators who do not want to be recorded by the government have always been disliked by all countries, and they dare not be treated as rats crossing the street and shouted and beaten, but they all hope to stay at a respectful distance and never come from their home jurisdiction to cause trouble.Once these rootless duckweeds conflict with local snakes, as long as they are not cross-river dragons whose cultivation is as high as the sky, the local imperial court and the forces of the rivers and lakes will definitely choose to lean on one side to their acquaintances.

To a large extent, he was a young monk who had betrayed his sect. At this time, he saw the elder of the sect whom he was in awe of, and he didn't appreciate it. Lowering his head, he said with a cheerful smile, "Even if I have worked hard for a hundred years in the Lingyun School, I have no hope of reaching the fifth middle level. Now that I am favored by the master of the water god, the road is hopeful, so from the first time I saw that military adviser, So I made up my mind to set up my own family, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but you can’t ask for it. What can I do with that useless teacher’s reputation? Even if I can eat it, so what? I’ve never had it. Big head, it’s just the scraps left over from you guys.”

The young monk hiccupped and laughed to himself. No one could see the helplessness in his eyes. He slowly picked up a piece of delicious fish, and glanced at the Confucian shirt military officer in Dashui Mansion out of the corner of his eye. The man murmured: "People don't kill the world for themselves, let alone such a big opportunity, in front of me, I, a little monk in the lower five realms, have a few lives to refuse the gift of reward from the water god master"

The white-haired old man on the opposite side is the Great Elder of the Outer School of the Lingyun Sect. The Lingyun School is divided into inner and outer schools. The old man is in charge of the outer school. For the sacrificial ceremony, the old man led a team down the mountain. The main purpose was to help several direct disciples sharpen their minds, get a general understanding of the world's customs at the foot of the mountain, and take this opportunity to contact other forces. It would be best if they could form some good relationships.

The two young people who participated in the banquet with the old man tonight are both young leaders of the Lingyun sect. Behind one of them is the two-foot-long red giant snake curled up into a ball, and beside the other is a huge black tiger crawling on the ground.

The two sat next to each other, and there was an impressive scene of dragons and tigers.

But just when almost everyone thought that the boy was bound to die, the performance of the boy in white surprised everyone.

He stood on the spot, motionless, letting the wine droplets formed by the splitting of gold and jade liquid rush towards him.

But those menacing water droplets hit the white boy's clothes like a

A burst of snowflakes crashed into a raging stove and disappeared in an instant.

The green-robed man nodded, and said to himself: "Water law does not invade, it's interesting, no wonder you dare to make trouble."

He leaned forward slightly, looked at the scribe, and asked with a smile, "Is there something mysterious about the robe on the young man, or is there something else weird?"

The scholar in Confucian shirt below looked away from the young man, turned his head and replied: "It should not be related to the robe, I guess that this person has a top-grade Taoist water-avoiding talisman hidden on him, and it is difficult to break that talisman with ordinary water methods and Taoism techniques." natural prohibition."

The green-robed man couldn't help laughing, "Could it be that with this talisman by my side, this little doll can run amok in my Dashui mansion?"

The Confucian scholar in shirt said with a smile: "Most likely there are other credentials."

The blue-robed man who had been tired and bored sat up a little, "I can't wait."

Then he smiled and gave orders to the water snake monster, without any blame in his words, said: "Shame on you, you are allowed to fight in the arena, but you are not allowed to use the pair of iron maces, lest you have to see the scene of the head exploding, You are very happy, but you are disgusting to the guests, you can't afford it."

The feminine man smiled and stood up, "Thank you, Master, for your kindness."

The boy in white took a few steps back, originally he was going to sit on the threshold to rest, after he sat down, he waved his hand to the water snake monster who had made a few rounds, "Don't worry, don't worry, wait for me to finish talking first."

Tang Wenhao and Bie Jia looked at each other.

The green-robed man even laughed out loud and drank heavily.

Among the guests, there were two people who sat at the top of the traitors of the Lingyun sect, both in their thirties, full of vigor and sharpness.

After seeing the demeanor of the boy in white, they still dismissed it.

One person carries a long sword even when drinking, while the other carries a horizontal sword, the distance from the right hand holding the sword is no more than a few feet away.

These two are clearly two well-known sword cultivators. Although it is impossible to tell whether their respective natal flying swords have been warmed up to a great success, they are generally recognized as the most lethal and the most well-accumulated among Qi trainers. He is a monk in the middle five realms, and he dare not underestimate any sword cultivator in the lower five realms.

Because every time a sword cultivator rises to a level, the power of the flying sword will superimpose, and the growth of his cultivation base is far better than that of ordinary Qi practitioners.

Especially in the lower five realms, once the fragile natal flying sword is allowed to enter the middle five realms, it will usher in earth-shaking changes.

Every sword cultivator who has entered or is expected to become a fifth-middle-level sword cultivator, especially a young one, will be a guest of honor from all forces. There is a popular saying on the mountain, "Among the fifth-middle level , Jiazi is mature, a hundred-year-old little swordsman".

The implication is that a 60-year-old middle five-level immortal is no longer a genius, but a hundred-year-old swordsman is still an amazingly talented Qi trainer

The two sword cultivators who visited Dashui Mansion together, one is a casual cultivator, and it is said that he received the true biography of a wandering expert, belonging to the Taoist lineage, who gave him a magic weapon that cuts iron like mud, and the script script reads "Hand Blade ".

One is a retreat disciple of the real master of Fulong Temple. The Taoism of Fulong Temple belongs to the Waidan lineage of the Danding School of Taoism. He collects natural materials and earth treasures, builds furnaces to refine alchemy, and takes medicine and bait to promote his practice.

The treasure of Zhenshan is an ancient inkstone named Laojiao inkstone, which is one of the top ten famous inkstones in Aquarius Island.On the edge of the inkstone, there is a tiny and elderly skinny dragon, squatting and sleeping, snoring slightly.

According to legend, the ancient Shu Kingdom was a land full of dragons and dragons, and the wind and waves made waves. Legends of immortals beheading monster dragons and evil dragons are left everywhere.

It is said that this little old jiao, sleeping soundly on the ancient inkstone, is a remnant ancient species that escaped catastrophe.

And the young sword cultivator with the horizontal sword on the case, as a disciple of the head of Fulongguan, came here this time to represent the sect, and secretly negotiated with the god of cold food and water in the court, trying to make Fulongguan It was upgraded from "view" to "palace".

It is not easy for the Taoist immortal sect to obtain a word "Gong" as the suffix of the sect. This is like the emperor of a country granting the title of true emperor. The number is fixed and will not be flooded. There are several kings, and it is not just a Taoist who can be picked out casually. He can get this honorary title if he is recognized by the king. true king.

The boy in white, who behaved strangely from beginning to end, coughed, sat on the threshold and said loudly: "I came here today to teach you how to be human, um, and by the way teach you how to be gods and ghosts. Sigh, I'm a little tired .”

As soon as the young man started talking, his expression was full of depression. He felt bored at first, so that the next three sentences were spoken weakly.

"As a human being, you have a dignified breath, and you are a man of the sky."

"Being a god, since I have fought for that stick of incense, I will be blessed by the common people. Even if the divine way has collapsed, I will prove that the incense will continue, and my way is not alone."

"Being a ghost, the world doesn't want me to live, but I just want to prove longevity in the wind and spring thunder."

The rhetoric, which was a bit chewy at first, completely changed after it was uttered from the mouth of the boy in white, and he seemed to be moaning very innocently.

The boy in white sighed, curled his lips, and said to himself: "Brother Ah Liang, you can say that, but I can't."

The boy in white sighed and sighed, stood up again, "Forget it, let's stop playing, let's do my own business."

Then he turned his head to look at a deserted place, and said, "It's a big deal, you dare to imitate other people's chivalry and fight for righteousness, and you really think that you are Ah Liang, now it's all right, the soul is scattered, the lights are flickering, if it wasn't for the spirit I, who is in the art of the soul, don’t know where you are now as a lonely ghost, and the sun will not be visible tomorrow, and it depends on whether there is smoke from your ancestral grave, why bother?”

After the buttocks of the white-clothed boy left the threshold, he pointed at everyone in front of him, "To tell you the truth, in my eyes, everyone here is an ant."

Silent.

The boy asked, "Don't you believe me?"

A moment later, the wine glass in the green-robed man's hand shattered.

In the entire Dashui Mansion, only this Jiangshui Zhengshen saw behind the white-clothed boy, as if there was a statue of a saint standing several feet tall, filled with awe-inspiring aura, and the statue stood on the altar, looking down at the ants under his feet.

The lips of the green-robed man trembled.

eleventh floor

still on the twelfth floor