One Sword Nine Ya

Further south, as the little lady in the farmhouse said, there are poor mountains and bad waters, and there is no human habitation.

They avoided the mountain roads and drove along the now-abandoned official roads built in the prosperous age.

The quiet and distant mountains are filled with the deep blue mist of autumn and go all the way away.

Chen Weichen looked away from the "South China Classic" in his hand, looked at the autumn scenery outside the window, picked up the Tushan flute he got from the scholar's wife, and played a few tunes.

A few wild foxes sprang out from the mountain forest, with the carriage in the distance, their bright black eyes were very pleasing, he looked at these little foxes with relish for a while, and put away his flute.

Those foxes were summoned by the spirits, and without further guidance, the sound of the flute stopped, and their chaotic and unwisdom minds were a little confused, and they scattered without thinking.

Halfway through, they all pricked up their ears and tensed their bodies, as if facing a formidable enemy.

At this moment, Wen Hui lifted the curtain of the car: "My lord, there are people blocking the way!"

He was very nervous at first, but when he saw that the expressions of the people in the carriage were normal, his young master even raised his eyebrows and smiled at Ye Jiuya: "Master Ye Jian, I'm looking for you again."

The boy was very puzzled.

I saw a man standing at the end of the road in front of him, his body was very strong, he was holding a halberd very mighty, and his voice was loud and loud: "Under Jiang Yunhuan, please enlighten me, Lord Ye Jian!"

Ye Jiuya got out of the car, and faced the halberd-wielding man in white clothes amidst the boundless mountain scenery.

"Mu Yunhou," Xie Lang said, "Using martial arts to enter the Tao, gravity is not important to art, but follow the same path as Lord Yanlong."

"Thank you, Daoist," Wen scratched his head, "Before there was a fairy who played the flute, and now there is another one with a long halberd. They are all in a hurry to compete with Ye Jianzhu?"

The Taoist glanced at Lu Hongyan inquiringly, saw her nod her head slightly, and suddenly gained confidence, and began to talk to Wen Hui: "Master Ye Jian is famous for his ruthless sword intent, and the title of "the king who is not a king" is It came from people who have seen the ruthless sword intent. However, Ye Jianzhu himself has never really gone to Jiange Snow Mountain to fight with the princes of the immortals. The rules of the immortals, if you lose once, you will be honored, and if you lose fourteen times, you will be honored. , called the king, defeated three kings and fourteen princes—"

"Proclaim the emperor?" Wen Hui's eyes lit up.

"How can it be so easy," Xie Lang said, "you have to go through many obstacles all the way to the top of the Huandang Mountain before you can become emperor - if you reach the second heaven realm, the three kings are easy to get after fourteen days, then one day However, the emperor is as difficult as ascending to the sky. Many conceited people have lost their lives on the road to the sky in the Huandang Mountain. At that time, the Futian Palace had been empty for a hundred years before Emperor Yan was born. Climbing all the way to Huandang Mountain. He is a triple heaven realm that has not been seen in hundreds of years——Since then, people have speculated that only the triple heaven realm that penetrates the heaven and earth can be recognized by the heavens and become the head of this fairy way."

When Xie Lang said this, he was quite intoxicated with longing: "I only hate that I was born late, and I didn't get to see Emperor Yan back then. I don't know what kind of demeanor it should be..."

Wen Hui was still puzzled: "What does this have to do with Ye Jianzhu?"

"Master Ye Jian was originally in the snow-capped Jiange in the north, and no one except his disciples could approach him, or he went down the mountain but his whereabouts were uncertain, which made it impossible for many admirers of the ruthless sword to see him. Now he has the opportunity. "Xie Lang touched the cat in his bosom cunningly, "After all, there are few people who can follow up with the cheekiness like me, most of them will take the initiative to challenge Ye Jianzhu, hoping to get a glimpse of the secret..."

The Taoist looked outside, feeling excited: "Master Ye Jian did not control Qi to move indefinitely this time, but he really announced to the Immortal Dao that he will enter the world. The Immortal Dao has been dead for many years, and finally it will become lively. Going to the South China Sea, I am afraid that I will fight against Lord Lanshan, and then go to Guixu to wash my sword. Most likely, I intend to enter the realm of the third heaven and go up to the Huandang Mountain—— Emperor Yan has not heard from him for more than ten years, is he still there? Once the sword master goes to the Huandang Mountain, we will know the truth! If the emperor is just retreating, there may be a competition between the third heaven and the third heaven, which is really fascinating!"

After the Taoist finished speaking, he looked around, only to find that only Wen Hui was listening intently, Lu Hongyan was leaning against the car wall with her eyes closed, her whole body was frighteningly cold, and Chen Weichen was flicking his fan carelessly, looking totally distracted.

Xie Lang was also a little confused.

While speaking, Mu Yunhou, who was holding a long halberd outside, was already ready to go, his whole body was full of energy, and the halberd swept across, and the Gang Qi spread like a fan.

But seeing the white clothes like a misty snowflake, stepping forward with killing intent, the scabbard touched the halberd for a moment, his body turned around, and passed by Mu Yunhou, the halberd kept shaking.

Ye Jiuya only left a back, a long sword not drawn out of its sheath.

It was only at that moment that the winner was decided.

Mu Yunhou's eyes were full of admiration.

The little foxes tightened their bodies in fear, poking their heads and looking at it.

"This mystery is enough for Mu Yunhou to comprehend for a year or two." Xie Lang, like Wen Hui, couldn't change his habit of talking too much. Sword platform, we can see his true ability. With Shen Shuhou and Mu Yunhou first, the rest of the immortals or the second-level heavenly cultivators who can't hide from the world will all go out of the mountain with their disciples, or come to ask for advice, or simply Go straight to the South China Sea to watch a wonderful fight."

Xie Lang used a little trick to summon a gray dove: "I also have to send a letter to my brothers and sisters, this is a great opportunity!"

Chen Weichen just looked at it with his chin: "It looks good."

When Xie Lang thought that this person had realized some kind of mystery in the sword, Chen Weichen continued: "The movement of drawing the sword is beautiful, even the posture of holding the sword is beautiful!"

Xie Lang: "..."

"I only know the surface." Lu Hongyan said coldly: "If you saw the complicated and beautiful sword moves he used when he didn't take the ruthless way back then, wouldn't your eyes be straightened?"

The young master smiled and shook his fan: "Pian Ruo is startled, you can imagine it, you can imagine it, you must straighten your eyes."

Lu Hongyan sneered and did not speak to this person.

Chen Weichen leaned on his servant, and continued to admire: "It's completely different from his sword moves back then, but it's just as good-looking."

Lu Hongyan's eyes turned cold: "Back then?"

Mr. Chen blinked his eyes: "Perhaps you can say that he was back then, don't you allow me to think?"

Lu Hongyan: "Although I am not from Jiange, I am half a brother and sister of the same school as him. How do you know that I am just wishful thinking?"

"Miss Lu, you cultivators can't tell your age, but it depends on your temperament, you won't be too old. At that time, you were probably just a little girl..."

Lu Hongyan was really young, and she had a bad temper after being stabbed back by him. She regretted that she couldn't help but sarcasm just now, and made up her mind that she would never say a word to this person in the future.

However, that person still felt that he was not angry enough, so he taught his young servants some fallacies and heresy: "Ah Hui, you see, this is the benefit of pretending to be crazy, if some words are true and some are false, whoever comes out of my mouth? Can you tell the difference?"

The boy pushed him away: "You are really crazy, I know, don't talk about it, my life is about to die."

The young master continued to be complacent: "Look, even you can't tell the difference, let alone others?"

It wasn't until Lu Hongyan couldn't bear it anymore, and the broken Kunlun was placed on his neck, that Chen Weichen begged for mercy: "Miss Lu, Miss Lu, be merciful! I don't dare to..."

Ye Jiuya returned to the car and saw a scene where a fight was about to result in a fatal fight, so he glanced at the two of them indifferently.

Chen Weichen shut his mouth obediently, and Lu Hongyan put her sword back into its sheath.

Xie Lang hugged the fat black cat, and said to his sister: "I see, Ye Jianzhu is the biggest, and Junlong Jun's Shattered Kunlun is second. Let's just drive the car obediently with Wen Hui..."

Qingyuan turned over with a "meow" and continued to sleep.

The carriage continued to move forward, there were indeed several people who challenged along the way, and the Nine Ya Sword was still not out of its sheath.

Until further south, the distant coast is in sight.