February.

The chilly spring breeze blows through the wilderness of Qingpingzhou for thousands of miles.

The top of Qingping Mountain.

Tea pavilion by Linchuan Waterfall.

The game of chess that has been on the jade table for several years has not yet been decided.

Feng Wenshengjing, the master of Qingping Mountain, stood under the thousand-year-old tea tree, with his eyes slightly closed, allowing the waterfall to be rolled up by the wind and hit the stars' temples and beards.

The waiter maid outside Yuegong had been standing there for several days. They looked worried, but they dared not violate it at all.

On the other side of the waterfall, the snow ape sat on a black stone, motionless, like a stone monkey looking at the moon, losing its former vitality.

Suddenly a strong wind blew up.

The waterfall is rolling backwards, and a boat is coming from the fog as the clouds and mists are turbulent.

The old man fishing was still wearing a constant gray dress and a bamboo hat with no face.

The boat stopped by the waterfall, as if floating on the water against the current. The fishing old man raised his bamboo hat slightly, as if he was a little surprised, and his voice was hoarse: "The sky in Xianhuzhou has broken a hole, and the old man Qingteng in the Great Wilderness has half his life left. The Demon Lord who raised his soul with his sword is missing. I thought that the person who passed the tribulation in Qingpingzhou that day was you. I came here to see you. I didn't expect that there were other masters hidden in this place of thousands of miles. What a pity... If the three of them joined forces, they should be able to ascend."

The Lord of Qingping Mountain slowly opened his eyes, turned his hand forward, made a call, walked silently to the pavilion, sitting next to the jade table, the tea on the jade table was still boiling, but he had no intention of drinking tea, and just said calmly: "The world is not big, people's hearts are very big, there are still billions of creatures in a corner, not to mention that there are several unknown people hidden in the Fuyao area of ​​Qingping Prefecture. He is in a bad mood recently, so you can get your own tea and drink it yourself."

The old man fishing man poured himself a cup of tea and sent the tea cup under the bamboo hat with his hands like a fog. He didn't see his tea drinking, but the tea in the cup was gone. He put down the tea cup and said in a hurry:

"The fourth gentleman in the Holy Academy will also have sorrows? You can become a true saint of literature only after one step. Can the troubles in the world disturb your heart? Or is it because of the matter of the Immortal Huzhou? I have nothing to do. I have a brief count. Nearly 10,000 people died or injured in human cultivators, and the demon cultivators also suffered heavy losses.

They are all ghosts who cannot enter the cycle of reincarnation and can only drift in the world, which can be regarded as cause and effect.

However, compared to the prosperity of the demon clan back then, people from a city and a state were killed and injured at all times, what was this?”

The old man fishing man poured himself another cup of tea.

The voice was faintly mocking: "I almost forgot that the saint promised the righteousness of the world, and the ruins of the Immortal Huzhou, why are the people? That's what you think."

The Lord of Qingping Mountain stood up, put his hand on his back, looked into the distance, and was silent for a moment before saying, "Old man, you are wrong. What does the people have to do with me? Since the Master traveled far away, people's hearts for peeking at the world have long changed. What's my junior sister? What's wrong with my junior brother? Human race? Demon race? What's the narrow vision?"

The fishing old man put down the teacup and said, "Everyone said that your heart is as cold as the snow in Qingping Mountain. I didn't expect that I could still cook this pot of tea with warmth. Don't worry, your junior sister just went to the Great Wilderness and had her own protection around you, but your junior brother... Now you are struggling in the Demon Abyss... Otherwise, you owe me a favor and I will bring you the people?"

"No need, I grew up watching me. His cherishment of life is more than anyone else. He is in a deep abyss. There will be a day when the dragon leaps in the abyss. However, I, a senior brother, cannot let him suffer all the time. I want to go to the Lingge and give them some color. Their hands are too long."

Feng Wensheng said this and took a look at the fishing old man.

The fishing old man naturally took out a copper coin and put it on the jade table. His figure floated and appeared on the ferry.

"I advise you not to be impulsive. The Holy Academy is not the past..."

"Just beat someone up."

Feng Wensheng turned around, raised his cuff, and pinched the copper coin in his hand with his fingers.

A holy light of Confucianism and Taoism flew out of his body, and a solid soul shadow appeared on the spiritual ship. The strong wind blew away in the depths of the fog. When the figure of the holy light wrapped in the soul reappeared, it had appeared in a dark old alley. The shining holy light of Confucianism and Taoism eroded the old alley bit by bit.

In the weird shop with lanterns hanging at the end of the old alley, an old man in black appeared.

"Mr. Fourth, I am not welcome. I don't know if you want to make a presentation or change something?"

“None are not.”

Feng Wensheng's sleeves fluttered.

"It's like you're not happy."

"Blow you up!"

After the words came to an end, the ancient dark alley was filled with saints' words floating. Feng Wensheng poked out his palm, and a Confucian holy sword condensed and stabbed out with a sword!

The old man in black immediately dodged, and countless black shadows were everywhere in the sky.

However.

Feng Wensheng's sword is also very different.

final.

A sword stabbed into the shoulder of the old man in black and penetrated his strange body.

"I am worthy of being a student of the Master."

"I've learned it."

The old man in black received a sword, but he clasped his fists and praised.

"Be honest in the future."

"Don't plot against my junior brother!"

The golden light and shadow turned into a ball, penetrated the darkness and disappeared at the end of the alley. The sky became dark again, and the strange shops in the alley were filled with blue smoke, and they disappeared without a trace.

"People's Lord!"

Dozens of terrible auras surged from different directions, kneeling on the ground, trembling.

"It's okay, this sword is nothing."

"At least I understand that the Master's students are really capable."

"People...what we plan..."

"constant."

The old man in black raised his head and looked deep.

tea kiosk.

The copper coin held in the palm of his hand quietly shattered.

Feng Wensheng opened his eyes and a little white gray fell on his fingertips.

He walked to the table, picked up the tea silently, and took a sip.

At this moment, he turned back with some emotion.

"Junior Brother Ninth, since I am already outside the mountain, why don't I come out to meet? Has the Master left, and the friendship between us students has become shallow?"

A moment later, an old man with a frost and dust came in outside the Yue Arch.

It is the ninth student of the Master, thousands of things.

When Gu Yusheng was in Yanzhou, he met and gave him a copper coin.

Wan Qianxiang was still dressed as a man named Suanbuzi. When he walked to the tea pavilion, he first greeted his senior brother respectfully, and then he stepped back beside the railing, leaning against the pavilion, allowing the wind from Qingping Mountain to blow his face, holding his hands in his sleeves, looking drowsy.

A maid brought a hot tea and a fruit plate.

All the things remained motionless.

But Feng Wensheng also tasted tea alone, calm and silent.

The thousands of things finally couldn't sit still.

He rushed in front of the jade table, smashed the teacup on the jade table, and lifted the chessboard all over the ground.

Wan Qianxiang stepped on a chair with one foot, and the other hand was holding a flag that was calculating the characters, with bloodshot eyes.

The beard under the jaw flutters in the wind, and the water from the ice water sways like pearls on the temples.

"You don't move after the fifth brother is gone, and you are still drinking tea with the sixth sister. Now? The younger sister has gone to the Great Wilderness and is called the fox girl by the world. The younger brother fell in the abyss, and his life and death are unknown. Since the eldest brother, the second brother and the third brother have left, you are the only backbone of the Holy Academy. You are just saying something, the fourth brother!"

Thousands of things fell on the jade table, and suddenly burst into tears.
Chapter completed!