Sword comes

Wei Bo chatted a little more, but he didn't want to reveal more. There are blank spaces in calligraphy and painting, but talking and chatting are the same.

Dressed in white clothes, he volleyed in the air against the wind, floating in the sea of ​​clouds and mountain wind.

After Wei Bo left Luopo Mountain, he slowed down and twirled clouds of air with his hands, like pinching snowballs, increasing the weight continuously. Finally, he hugged his hands together and squeezed them hard. In the end, Wei Bo's palm was the size of a pebble. He found one of the sources of the Longxu River in the small town in the air, and threw it lightly at the stream in the mountain. The white ball fell into it, and soon a herring swallowed it, and then flowed down and came out of the mountain. , Qingniubei, stone arch bridge, blacksmith shop, and then fall from the waterfall at the junction of Longxu River and Tiefu River with the rapid current.

The river is surging, the time is passing by, and there is no one around the Tiefu River. On the old willow tree whose trunk is protruding from the water, the Tiefu River God named Yanghua is sitting on the willow tree, with his eyes closed and concentrated, covered with armor. The beautiful woman Jiang Shen suddenly opened her eyes and stretched out her hand. She caught a lively herring in her hand. She cut open the herring's abdomen with one finger to the blade, and found the white ball full of aura. , with a gentle swipe of her thumb, she first re-sewed up the abdomen of the herring that "sent the letter", and slid it into the river from her palm.

Yang Hua lowered her head and stared at the white ball in the palm of her hand. It contained strands of cloud root breath, which was extremely precious. For any righteous god of rivers and rivers, it was a great tonic. , are all condensed into substance by the illusory mountains and rivers, removing the chaff and preserving the essence, which is like the Dragon Slaying Terrace to the weapon of the magic weapon, and the Snake Gallstone to the relics of the genus of the dragon, which is of extraordinary significance.

Yang Hua raised her head and looked, in the clouds and mist, there was a man in white standing on the top of the mountains, with a golden ring hanging from one ear.

She was here before, and saw this person and one of the gatekeepers of Dali, the Mohist hero Xu Ruo, riding the flat black snake, going retrograde along the river, to the mountains.But Yang Hua didn't expect that this Wei Bo would suddenly become the God of Dali Beiyue, whose rank was far above her.

Yang Hua doesn't know why Wei Bo wants to show kindness to herself, but her position is not stable, so she needs to win people's hearts

Yang Hua sneered, clenched her fists, and squeezed the white ball in her palm without hesitation. All the spiritual energy flowed into her body, her hair fluttered, and the river under her feet was rippling, as if she was delighted by the increasing cultivation of her master.

Wei Bo withdrew his gaze from looking at the Tiefu River, and returned to his old lair, Piyun Mountain.

Yu Feng passed by various hilltops, occasionally Qi practitioners greeted him loudly at his feet, Wei Bo used to answer with a smile, but today he was not in the same mood.

He just came to an iron-locked cable bridge hanging on the top of two mountains. It is not yet completed and is wide enough for two carriages to pass. No matter how strong the wind in the mountain gorge is, it will only shake the cable bridge slightly. For the magnitude of the shaking, the Mohist qi trainers, craftsmen and mechanics responsible for building the bridge will have a rigid requirement, and will never cut corners.The green ebony that lays the bridge deck is extremely tough, and a sword cultivator of the lower five realms can pierce a hole in the bridge deck at most with a single strike, and the iron lock is made of high-grade fine iron.

After all, at the foot of the mountain, a century-old shop is a gold-lettered signboard, while on the mountain with a long life, it has been more than 500 years before we dare to talk about time-honored shops.

When the white-clothed mountain god walks on the jet-black bridge, the contrast is sharp, which makes people feel more and more "tall and tall".

Wei Bo stopped in his tracks, held on to the railing of the bridge with one hand, and looked up.

He knew that at least half of the reason why he was able to become the righteous god of Dali Beiyue was because of the man wearing the bamboo hat and bamboo knife.

Because Da Li found out that he broke the restriction inexplicably after meeting that person, returning from the desolate land master to the mountain god of Qidun Mountain.

It was the contribution of that bamboo knife, which Wei Bo himself only realized after a long time.As time went by, Wei Bo gradually realized the unusualness of his golden body.

Of course, a dish can hold a tank of water.Even if he used to be the God of Beiyue in the Shenshui Kingdom, he was originally a superior god who could hold a lot of incense, but was later imprisoned by a chess player with supreme supernatural powers. Incense and spiritual energy, when Wei Bo just left Qidun Mountain, he thought it was impossible, too overreaching, it’s hard to say that a gnat can shake a tree, but it’s definitely a child hitting iron with a hammer, sooner or later it will damage the bones and destroy the vitality fundamental.

But now, Wei Bo's control over more than [-] hills is simply at his fingertips.

Therefore, Wei Bo is willing to give himself the greatest kindness to Chen Pingan, and is willing to take him to travel the mountains and rivers, similar to affixing the signature of Dali Beiyue on the boy.

One is that Chen Pingan is not annoying, the other is to repay A Liang, and the third is that A Liang may return to the world.

The third reason is the biggest.

Wei Bo was very afraid that if Ah Liang really came back to this world, once he felt that he had not done properly, then a bamboo knife from Qidun Mountain could make his realm climb thousands of miles, and I am afraid that a bamboo knife from Piyun Mountain would be enough to kill him. Beat yourself back to your original shape.If it was Wei Bo in Qidun Mountain, he could not care so much, but Wei Bo today can't do it.

Because of the girl who practiced in Dali Changchun Palace.

Wei Bo turned his head to look north, looking at the far north of Dali, squinted his eyes, and whispered: "You must live well, don't like scholars anymore in this life, scholars are the most infatuated."

Outside the bamboo building on the Luopo mountain, after hearing the story far away in the sky, the boy in Tsing Yi wanted to eat an ordinary snake gallstone to suppress his shock.

While chewing the snake gallstone, the boy in Tsing Yi recalled Chen Pingan's desolate look when he turned his head to look at the bamboo building, and couldn't help but click his tongue and said: "I didn't expect our master to cry. He's really a man of temperament. He just listened to one thing." The story that has nothing to do with myself is so moving. I believe that the master will be very exciting in the future. When you see injustice, you will yell, and if you save the little lady, she will promise you with your body.

The little boy in Tsing Yi had already imagined Chen Ping's Jianghu as incomparably glamorous and charming, and the more he thought about it, the happier he became. When he thought of such a stubborn and boring guy like Chen Pingan, the scene where he was thrown into his arms by a heroine one day, it was really interesting.

The girl in the pink skirt was still immersed in the previous shock, her expression was complicated, and her heart was uneasy, and she asked softly to the boy in Tsing Yi: "You said that the demon clan in that world is so cruel and violent, why can we still be able to do so in the Haoran world?" We live in peace with the gods on the mountain, why don't the Qi practitioners just drive us all to death?"

The little boy in Tsing Yi thought for a while and replied casually: "Probably think we are just a piece of shit on the side of the road, stepping on it and dislike dirty shoes."

The girl in the pink skirt was skeptical, and she couldn't think of a unique opinion that could convince herself, so she had to put this worry and anxiety in her heart for the time being.

Wei Bo had already left, but Chen Pingan didn't rush to get up and return to the bamboo building. He sat quietly on the small bamboo chair alone.

Before Wei Bo left, he said with a smile, "It is rumored that Ah Liang is looking for a sword, a sword worthy of his strength."

Chen Pingan clearly remembers the first time they met by the Tiefu River. Someone held a bamboo hat in one hand and patted the handle of a bamboo knife with the other, and said, suspiciously bragging, "I can't find a sword worthy of me for the time being, and use it to humiliate me. The man who uses the sword in the world."

Wei Bo also said, "Some people say that he is a sword cultivator at the peak of the thirteenth realm. At that time, he fought against the big monster. The sword he used was not the best, but he was used to it and was reluctant to change it. After it was smashed, he naturally You need to change to a better sword.”

"Just imagine, if you can find a weapon that makes Ah Liang feel comfortable, or even find a certain sword that can help the master improve the combat power of a realm, one is enough, and only one realm needs to be increased. Then he is As a sword cultivator with the peak combat power of the fourteenth realm, he might be able to fight against the patriarchs of the three religions, the ancestors of Taoism, the ancestors of Taoism, and the most holy ancestors."

"I can't imagine, after finding that sword, what kind of Ah Liang will be at that time."

After Wei Bo finished his last sentence, he left, full of anticipation and admiration, like looking up at a majestic mountain like a small hill.

Walking into the landscape painting scroll of Master Wen Sheng, Chen Pingan slashed that sword.

Only now did Chen Ping know what A Liang had given up.

That rainy night, I walked down the mountain with A Liang.

"You took something I thought was in my pocket."

"If you don't have the ability to carve two or three words there in the future, see if I won't cut you."

At that time, Chen Pingan didn't want to understand what the words said by the man in the bamboo hat meant.Because A Liang said it so lightly, the boy didn't know the real weight at all.

At that time, the boy didn't know how good that sword was.

I didn't know how strong Ah Liang was at that time.

If Chen Pingan knew about this before he left, he would definitely ask the fairy sister who is the incarnation of the sword spirit first, and ask her if she can change to a master, and that man is called A Liang. , is a swordsman, a very nice person.

If Ah Liang didn't say anything, the boy didn't know.

A Liang left, and the boy found out.

Such A Liang.

How silly.

Why does he call himself a bad guy?

Chen Ping was in a daze for a long time before he stood up and walked towards the bamboo building. The boy in Tsing Yi asked in a low voice, "Master, are you all right? I was scared by the stories Wei Bo told, so don't be afraid of those things. What A Liang, the Great Demon Sword Immortal, is one hundred and one thousand miles away from us, and we are not afraid of the sky falling. The Confucian saints are not only good at talking, but also good at fighting. Besides , that swordsman with a strange name, no matter how powerful he is, it has nothing to do with us half a coin. This kind of person must be superhuman, vicious, and kills gods when he sees gods, and kills gods when he sees immortals. I don't want to see it either, it's too scary, I guess if you just sneezed, a gust of wind would blow me apart."

Chen Ping patted the head of the nagging boy in Tsing Yi, and said with a smile, "I'm fine."

He came to the second floor, held the locust tree sword, walked to the corridor under the eaves, raised it high towards the dome of the sky, and said a few words in his heart.

"I am a swordsman."

"That `s a deal."