The Qingping Mountains rise and fall, forming a series of magnificent canyons.

The ice and snow in the mountains melt, and the clear water flowing is clear.

The fish swim, spit sand and swallow algae, and are free and easy.

The stream under the setting sun is winding and winding into the distance to form a blue lake.

Looking down at the canyon from afar, it is like a tender woman waving a golden ribbon and dancing lightly under the Hirano Takayama.

The clouds and water reflected in the blue sky add a little shyness to the tender woman.

At this moment, in the colorful world of intrigue, time is tender and gentle, revealing its soft side.

The boy who returned from hunting the demons crashed into the girl's arms in the sunset.

Strolling by the flower stream, washing the sword, taking off all the blood, holding a pool of clear water in your hand, and wiping your tired face.

I picked up the dry firewood and started the fire, and set up a few delicious fish to roast slowly.

Using animal skin as a carpet, with a stone washed and removed from its edges and corners, untied the gourd at its waist, slightly raised its face to face the setting sun, a sip of wine into its throat, in exchange for a moment of relaxation, the pores of the body were released, and the person was not drunk

, the heart is drunk first.

The afterglow shines on the boy's face, firm, handsome and tired.

Those years have gradually faded from the colorful years of peach blossoms.

Growing up in the lonely years of late autumn.

Year by year, year by year.

Gu Yusheng didn't enjoy the comfort for much time.

Even in a place where beautiful scenery is visible, danger will appear at any time, and the shadows of trees on the other side of the stream are slightly moved.

Gu Yusheng raised his hand.

A wooden sword is out of the scabbard.

After the green sword light bloomed, it returned with a trembling trembling again.

Blood still seeps down the tip of the sword.

After a moment.

A fifth-level monster, the Green Water Rhino Demon, rushed out of the forest and fell to the bank of the stream.

His sword is unstoppable.

His heart was like the clear water of a lake ahead, calm and unstable.

"Don't let someone rest? Don't come and send it."

Gu Yusheng smiled. The horns of the blue water rhino demon were extremely precious, but now he just wants to sit down, drink a pot of wine, and taste a few fish.

these days.

He was walking in the forest, after a series of life and death competitions, and was already a little tired.

But it is easy to enter the mountain, but it is difficult to return.

Gu Yusheng no longer knows where he is in Qingping Mountain.

The blue lake is stained with demon blood.

The setting sun rusts into the water.

Gu Yusheng looked up at the clouds in the sky, staring blankly, putting his hand on his chest, twisting the red rope in the palm of his palm, muttering to himself: "Yun'er goes south, I don't know if it will float."

To Jingting Mountain.”

The cloud did not answer, but only the shadow floated south silently.

The wind was also silent, shaking the young man's black hair.

The sky finally dimmed.

The yellowed fire reflected the young man's face a bit intoxicated.

Looking at the quiet lake with dark jade-like eyes, a faint mist appeared, and a shadow became clearer and clearer, like a strong man walking out of another world, carrying three swords on his body, and there was no strangeness in his eyes.

, The clothes on his body were all the same as the substance, floating gently with the wind.

Far away.

Gu Yusheng had already felt the other party's powerful aura.

Dong.

Dong.

Dong.

Gu Yusheng's heartbeat was like a drum. He wanted to get up, but found that his whole body could not move. The sword on his waist was trembling slightly.

The sword is calling on the master!

But Gu Yusheng was powerless to control the sword.

That was aura he had never felt before.

In the darkness, the figure was getting closer and closer.

Gu Yusheng could even hear his footsteps.

Sweat on the forehead was like fine beads.

Gu Yusheng used all his strength and could not lift a finger.

His eyes turned little by little with the figure.

He was more awake than ever: the person in front of him was indeed a spiritual body!

But Gu Yusheng heard his strange heartbeat!

The three swords on the other party's body were sword intents that Gu Yusheng had never touched before.

It's over.

Gu Yusheng's mind was blank!

He tried hard to keep himself calm and look for the possibility of survival.

——He has clearly deviated from the northern road where he can meet spiritual bodies. How could he meet a powerful spiritual body here?

What kind of cultivation is he?

What is his realm?

Gu Yusheng could not perceive it.

He could only watch the figure coming and stop in front of him.

To be precise, he sat opposite the fire pit. His hand reached over the fire pit, picked up the fish that Gu Yusheng had roasted, and took a light bite.

Take advantage of the fire.

Gu Yusheng saw the other person's appearance clearly: this is a voluntary middle-aged man, a swordsman. His facial features are clear, his eyes are bright, his nose is high, and his mouth is scattered. His sleeves are extremely wide, and he holds a bamboo stick.

The hand joint is also particularly special - it is a natural palm holding a sword.

“The fish tastes good.”

The middle-aged man spoke, his voice was a little magnetic and not cold at all. He rolled up his wide sleeves, followed the long hair floating on his face, chewed it a few times, and suddenly felt a little confused in his eyes.

"What kind of fish is here?"

He raised his head little by little and looked at Gu Yusheng.

The moment he met the other person's eyes, Gu Yusheng felt that a sword seemed to fly from the depths of the sea, flying thousands of miles, triggering stars, and not the sun, moon, and universe can be reversed.

Gu Yusheng felt that time seemed to be frozen.

He couldn't move.

Even thinking became extremely sluggish.

"Move it!"

Gu Yusheng called his body deep in his soul!

"You've seen the Sword of the Sky!"

Gu Yusheng roared in his heart.

In his mind, the sword that Mr. Qin used by that young Pingshan Mountain appeared!

Which one is higher and which one is lower.

He can't compare.

But he just felt familiar.

It seems to have something in common.
To be continued...