All human affairs pass by.

Jin Qing's vision was shifting. In the Laojun Cave of Fenglong Peak, Xu Ruo, the hero of the Mo family, stayed there alone, saying that he was devoted to his cultivation. In fact, the mountains and rivers of the Qizi Mountain area knew that Xu Ruo was monitoring Zhongyue. Compared to the one on the Xindong Yueji Mountain, the cultivators on both sides were killed and injured, and Qizi Mountain was very rare. Jin Qing only knew that Xu Ruo had left Zhongyue twice. The most recent time was to go to Piyun Mountain to guard the pass for Wei Bo, but the first time was that there was a slim trace. After that, an old sword immortal who was originally thought to be bound to appear, who could be called the Dinghai Knife of the Zhu Ying Dynasty, had never appeared. Jin Qing was not sure if Xu Ruo came to the door.

If Xu Ruo really stopped the old sword immortal.

As the Lord of Yiyueshan in Baopingzhou, Jin Qing felt better.

No one can tell the level of Xu Ruo's cultivation level, and there is no exact statement. If Ruan Qiong, the Longquan Sword Sect, is the most famous monk in the upper fifth realm of Baopingzhou, then Xu Ruo is the one who is most hidden. The only clue is that the Wei and Jin Temple challenged the Heavenly Lord Xie Shi in Fengxue Temple. Afterwards, a few words spread, saying that someone was behind the sword, and the Wei and Jin Dynasties might not be able to win.

Even though Xu Ruo practiced under Jin Qing's nose, Shan Jun Jin Qing was the same as before, like a vulgar man who was watching the abyss, and was in the bottom of the bottom.

Jin Qing glanced at the prefect of Yuchun County and sneered.

As expected, the Beiyue Mountain Lord met Wu Yuan and wanted to go to Feng Longfeng to thank Xu Ruo first.

If you come to find yourself again, you will have more confidence.

Jin Qing frowned.

The next moment, a white dress floated to the ground and appeared on this mountain peak, slowly walking towards Jinqing. The man smiled and said, "I'm so upset when I meet Jinshan Jun."

Jin Qing said: "The same is the righteous god of the mountain king. There is a difference between the five mountains. There is no need to be so polite. If you have something to say, you will not leave guests if you have nothing to do."

Wei Bo nodded, "This is the best. I came to Zhezi Mountain this time just to remind you Jin Qing, don't be like this, I, Beiyue, are not very happy."

Jin Qing did not go to see the handsome white-clothed man, but just looked into the distance and asked, "So what if you are unhappy?"

Wei Bo stretched out his finger and tapped the golden ring in his ear, and smiled and said, "Then Zhongyue is about to close the mountain."

Jin Qing turned his head, "Is there any secret decree from Emperor Dali? Or are you carrying the imperial edict from the Ministry of Rites?"

Wei Bo nodded: "Of course...

Then he shook his head and added: "Not even."

Jin Qing stretched out a hand and sneered, "Will Mr. Weishan be at will?"

Wei Bo is really casual.

The fortune of the Northern Mountain is like a mountain or a sea, and it flies wildly to the central part of a continent, with a momentum like a rainbow, from south to north, like the Dali Iron Cavalry on the clouds.

It depends on the posture, it is definitely not to pretend to scare people.

Jin Qing knew that once the two mountains and rivers collided, it would be a huge trouble. He couldn't help it and said loudly: "Wei Bo! You can weigh the consequences yourself!"

After Wei Bo held his hands in his arms, he smiled and said, "We should be called Wei Shanjun."

Jin Qing stopped talking nonsense, but saw a huge golden figure of the god appeared in the temple of Zhongyue Temple on the main peak of the Zishan Mountain. He raised his arms high and swept across the sea of ​​clouds, wanting to slap at the peak of Mount Paizhang with one palm.

Behind Wei Bo, there is also a towering golden body magic image on the top of the mountain peak. It stands on the top of the mountain. Even if it is not in the realm of his own mountain, Wei Bo's magic image is still fifty feet taller than the god of the middle mountain.

The Northern Mountain Dharma-Shaped God, which Wei Bo, manifested with his natal magical power, grabbed the arm of the Zhongyue God with one hand, and then pressed the latter's head with the other, then stepped out heavily, and directly pressed the Jin Qingjin body backwards, and was about to fall back to Fenglong Peak in Zishan without stopping. Wei Bo's giant ** face was suspended with a golden halo behind him. He stretched out his hand and held the golden ring in his hand, and was about to smash the Zhongyue Dharma-Shaped head.

Both sides were quite restrained, and the golden body magic image had become empty, otherwise the three peaks of Zishan would have destroyed countless buildings.

At this moment, on the side of Laojun Cave of Fenglongfeng, a man with a not-stunning appearance walked out of the hut with his strange posture behind him. He seemed a little helpless, shook his head, reached out to hold the hilt of the sword behind him, and gently pulled the sword out of the sheath for several inches.

In an instant, there was a mountain range between the golden bodies of two mountain gods.

He persuaded: "If the two mountain masters really don't like each other, I'd better choose a polite method of fighting each other, otherwise rolling up the sleeves and busting will be a shame, and I will teach the two mountain masters of Jishan and Ganzhoushan to see jokes. I, Xu Ruo, are also suspected of not being able to protect the mountain."

Jin Qing's face was gloomy and he removed the golden body magic image.

Wei Bo also put away the majestic god.

However, the North Mountain fortune was still unabated when it went south.

Jin Qing asked, "Wei Bo, I advise you to stop at the right time!"

Wei Bo said, "Jin Qing, if you still act according to your previous thoughts, you will not be able to defend the peace of the old mountains and rivers. The Dali court is not stupid, and you are very clear that Jin Qing has never truly returned to your heart. If you can't understand this, I will simply help Dali change to a mountain king. Anyway, I really don't like you. Xu Ruo took action to stop him once, and he has done his best to you."

Jin Qing turned his head and looked north. There was already a strange phenomenon of wind and rain at the border between the two mountains.

Jin Qing said dejectedly: "Tell me, what should Zhongyue do, so you are willing to withdraw the Feng Shui of Beiyue."

Wei Bo smiled and said, "You don't even respect Beiyue, will you really be loyal to the Dali court? Do you think there are three-year-old children in the Dali court? You also want me to teach you how to do it? Take a generous gift, go to Piyun Mountain to bow your head and admit your mistakes, and come to the door to apologize!"

Xu Ruo touched his forehead and returned to the hut. He met such a friend, but he really met someone wrong.

Jin Qing said in confusion: "It's just that?"

Wei Bo asked back, "Otherwise? Besides, you have reached the Beiyue realm, how many steps can you get from Dali Capital? Raise your foot, and you will arrive? As long as the Zhongyue realm is not a lunatic, the Dali court is not a lunatic, and you deliberately start a massacre here? Are you clear? Your seemingly loyal and righteous attitude will make many deceased people lucky, and hope that their generosity will make you awaken and eventually rise up with them? If you, Jin Qing, really think this way, you are a man. If you don't want to do this, you are willing to bear the infamy, and you also want to protect the people's stability. Why do you pretend to be a hypocritical?"

Jin Qing was speechless.

Wei Bo said, "Let's go back to Piyun Mountain, don't forget the gifts. Gifts are heavy, but affection is heavy."

After saying that, Wei Bo left Diephang Peak and went to the hut outside Laojun Cave of Fenglong Peak.

Xu Ruo stood at the door, with his arms around his arms, leaning against the door, and said angrily: "Mr. Wei Dashan, just repay me like this? I didn't say anything, and I still made such a fuss?"

Wei Bo stamped his feet and lamented: "It's really a great kindness that is not rewarded!"

Xu Ruo stretched out his hands and rubbed his cheeks hard, "To be a mountain master, you can be considered the only one of the mountains and river gods in Haoran's world."

Wei Bo said with a grim look: "Isn't this a thin horse and a long hair, but a poor man and a weak ambition."

Xu Ruo smiled and reached out to point his hand casually, "Disappear for me, it's so cool."

Wei Bo smiled and said, "Get orders!"

Leaving.

Xu Ruo thought about it, Yufeng went to Dizhang Peak, and Shan Jun Jin Qing stood there with a serious expression.

Xu Ruo didn't say anything.

Jin Qing suddenly said: "The sun is exposed, and the people travel through mountains, thousands of people are trying to get the bush, centuries are carrying pounds, and bonfires are burned to bring treasures, so that they can be treasured."

Xu Ruo knew what this mountain king was talking about, which was the matter of digging mountains and drawing water in the history of the Zhu Ying Dynasty to seek famous inkstones.

During his lifetime, this Jin Qing happened to be a quarry man. Some say that he accidentally drowned and died, while others said that he was whipped and killed by the prison officer. After his death, he did not dissipate his resentment, but he did not become a ghost, but instead became a heroic spirit in the land to protect the mountains and rivers. In the end, Lao Shanjun of the Zishan Mountain valued his nature and was promoted step by step to the God of Dizhangfeng Mountain.

Xu Ruo said slowly: "There is no monarch in the world with clean hands. If you only weigh the gains and losses of an emperor with pure benevolence, righteousness and morality, it will be unfair. Regarding the people and the welfare of the people, our schools of thought, each has its own ruler, and there will be a lot of differences. As a god, you, Jin Qing, have never been destroyed. I see it and respect it very much."

Xu Ruo smiled and said, "It's just that the world is complicated, and it's inevitable that you have to go against your will. I don't advise you to do anything. Whether you promise Wei Bo or reject your kindness, you are worthy of the identity of the Lord of Qi Zishan Mountain. If you are willing, I can almost leave here. If you don't want to compromise so much, I am willing to hand over a complete sword with my own hands to completely break your golden body and never let others insult you Jin Qing and Qi Zishan Mountain."

Jin Qing turned his head and smiled, "You Xu Ruo fully unsheathed your sword, is it very killing?"

Xu Ruo nodded and said, "I have been raising swords for many years and have great killing power."

Jin Qing smiled, "Then it's up to someone else to learn about this sword. I can't bear it."

Xu Ruo hesitated for a moment and reminded: "Don't visit Piyun Mountain, the gift should not be too heavy."

Jin Qing laughed and scolded: "It turns out to be a guy all the way!"

Xu Ruo clasped his fists and said, "I have been disturbing here for a long time. When I arrived in the capital, I remember to say hello and I will invite Shanjun to drink."

Jin Qing nodded and asked, "Mr. Xu originally deliberately wanted to come to me to Zishan?"

Xu Ruo stopped and said calmly: "You and I are here, after all, to save people from death. But you want to ask why our Mo family chose Dali and let so many people die in Baopingzhou. I can't give you the answer for the time being, but please wait and see."

Jin Qing had no words.

Xu Ruo did not return to Fenglong Peak, so he left Qizi Mountain and went to Dali Jingcheng in the north.

He doesn't like sword control.

Because Xu Ruo always felt that swords and sword cultivators should be on par.

The sword immortal in the Yupu realm of the Zhu Ying Dynasty who had been in seclusion for many years tried to assassinate Cao Ping, the new patrol envoy of Dali, and died before he even set off.

In fact, the other party doesn’t have to die, Xu Ruo just seriously injured the other party.

The old man Chi Mu who had been in seclusion for a hundred years but had never been able to break the barrier was unwilling to become a prisoner until his death, and would not surrender to the enemy Song family. Therefore, after breaking the sword, he had no chance of winning and was waiting for death. He also laughed and said that at the beginning of this plan, he knew that he would die, and that he could die at the hands of Xu Ruo, the number one swordsman of the Mo family, was not too much of a loss.

Xu Ruo made an exception and said something.

On a continent, the emperors, generals, princes, princes, ministers, and peddlers and barons at the foot of the mountain were all about to die. There was no smoke from the twilight at the foot of the mountain.

After hearing this, the old man felt sad before he died.

Pei Qian sat on the bench and looked around. The small house and courtyard were all the same, which almost made Pei Qian have an illusion that he and Cao Qinglang were still the same as before. He was just asked by his master to go to the well to pick up a bucket of water, and then came out and saw Cao Qinglang, which was just like that.

The Spring Festival couplets posted on the other side of the yard gate were waiting for Cao Qinglang outside. She looked at them a hundred times. The handwriting was well written, but it was not so good that she felt so good that she felt ashamed of herself.

Cao Qinglang looked at the dark girl, and actually had many questions to ask her why she had not grown much after so many years outside. Now she only talked about the heights of both sides. The difference between the two was so different. Why did Pei Qian suddenly carry a bamboo box and wear a bamboo sword and a sword? Mr. Chen was doing well while studying there?

Pei Qian picked the bamboo box and placed it behind him, put it on his knees, sat upright, looking straight ahead, not looking at Cao Qinglang, and said straight to the point: "Do you know, my master actually wanted to take you out of the blessed lotus flower land, and he didn't want to take me away at all."

Cao Qinglang hesitated for a moment, and did not rush to answer the answer. He smiled and asked, "Mr. Chen accepted you as a disciple?"

Pei Qian's eyes shone like the sun and the moon shines. He nodded and said in a deep voice: "Yes! I have traveled thousands of mountains and rivers with my master, but my master has not left me!"

Cao Qinglang clenched his fists gently on his knees, and smiled gently, "Although I'm sorry Mr. Chen did not take me away from here, I think it's a wonderful thing for you to travel thousands of miles with Mr. Chen. I envy you very much."

Pei Qian remained silent.

Cao Qinglang turned around and asked, "Now Mr. Chen wants you to pick up water, will he even sprinkle water to clean the streets while carrying buckets?"

Pei Qian suddenly turned his head and was about to be annoyed, but when she saw the smile in Cao Qinglang's eyes, she felt that she had a good martial arts skills, her fists weighed hundreds of pounds, but she faced a ball of cotton, so she couldn't exert her strength. She snorted coldly, and wrapped her arms around her chest and said, "You cowards, you know nothing. Now I have learned a lot of skills from my master. I never get lazy. I don't copy books and read every day, but I also have to practice martial arts and boxing. Whether my master is there or not, it will be the same."

Cao Qinglang pretended to be surprised, "This is how it is."
To be continued...