In the southeastern area of ​​Aquarius Island, a young man in white stopped in the deep mountains and wild forests. It was an inkstone river bed that had been abandoned for several years. There were obvious traces of stone excavation, but it was not an old pit and famous stone. The stream dried up. Cui Dongshan jumped into it.
On the river bed, he pulled the rocks and soil hard, and finally dug out a stone slab for him, which could barely be used to make an inkstone. He clasped it lightly with his fingers, listened carefully, and found that the sound quality was not bad, so he brushed away the soil. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. It was something he encountered by chance.
The most lovely thing that money can't buy. Cui Dongshan took a breath and smoothed out the wrinkles and tiny gaps in the stone texture. Then he rubbed it with his cheek for a long time. The texture of the inkstone became more and more delicate. Cui Dongshan picked it up in his hand. The child squatted on the shore.
, his eyes were dull, and he didn’t seem to understand what Cui Dongshan was doing. When Cui Dongshan climbed ashore, he hit the child on the head with an inkstone. Finally, Cui Dongshan climbed ashore and asked the child to walk on the stone slab without using his hands to support him.
Looking back at the river bed, Cui Dongshan clicked his tongue and said: "You can get down to the water and get up to the shore. You are really a hero."
Wandering all the way, I stayed at a mass grave in the wilderness at night. I lay down on the ground and carved an inkstone with a thin piece of grass.
Then a young scholar appeared, squatting aside, and said with a smile: "I've seen him before. Yes, he is a good boy. Maybe my senior brother will really like him and be willing to accept him as his direct heir."
Cui Dongshan just held the grass, stared at the stone slab, and asked: "You can't thank me for helping you return to Baidi City?"
The young scholar was none other than Liu Chicheng, who had been to Yunlou City in Shujian Lake.
Liu Chicheng smiled and said: "I was supposed to disrupt the situation in Aquarius Continent here, but now that I'm not doing anything, let's just treat it as an even relationship, right?"
Cui Dongshan sneered and said: "You can pull him down. After being imprisoned for a thousand years, how can you break out of the formation? You have no idea? I didn't carefully select your skin. If I help him open the way, he could hit you by mistake and kill you."
Let us out? It's even, why don't I lock you back and let's talk about whether we can make it even?"
Liu Chicheng sat down on the ground and asked curiously: "I have been away from Baidi City for too long. How do you feel about playing chess with my senior brother? Is his chess skill higher or lower than before?"
Cui Dongshan sat up, shook his sleeves, wiped the stone slab with his arm, and inscribed sixteen characters on the inkstone. He bathed in the sun and the moon. His body was sound, his spirit was full, and he looked at the sky.
Cui Dongshan asked: "Who asked you to take refuge in Aquarius Continent back then?"
Liu Chicheng chuckled and said, "You can't talk about this. If you come out to hang out, your righteousness will come first."
Cui Dongshan nodded and wiped the sixteen-character inkstone inscription with his finger. Suddenly, each stroke was like a river bed, with a golden stream flowing in it, "I admire it."
Liu Chicheng immediately said: "The grace of saving my life is a great righteousness. That name can be spoken or spoken."
In Aquarius Continent, the young man in front of you is invincible. This has little to do with realm.
It just has to do with the brain.
The first floor of Luo Luo Shan Zhu House.
After Pei Qian finished copying the book today, he went to the bottom of the small bamboo box at his feet. There was a large pile of text and densely packed books. He finally took out a blank book, shook it gently, and spread it out on the table.
He made a gesture that made his Dantian full of energy, and he was ready to start accounting. It was all related to the Yuye Jiangshui God's Mansion.
Zhou Mili carried a small golden pole and ran into the house. Pei Qian quickly reached out to block the blank account book and frowned: "How presumptuous. This is our first-class place in Luolu Mountain. You can't even enter the house."
Don’t know how to knock on the door?”
Zhou Mili quickly turned around and ran to the door, knocked on the door, Pei Qian said to come in, the little girl in black jumped across the threshold, ran to the opposite side of the desk, and softly reported the military information: "The old cook's gale
Brother, I went to Red Candle Town and bought a sack of books, it’s a lot of money!”
Pei Qian nodded and said: "We will check the accounts later. This is a business matter. If we hurt the old cook's heart, there is nothing we can do."
Zhou Mili stood on tiptoes and stretched his neck, wanting to see what Pei Qian was doing, "What are you writing?"
Pei Qian waved his hand and said, "Go to the door and stand guard. No one is allowed in except Nuan Shu."
Zhou Mili let out an oh, then suddenly turned around and leaned on the table, frowning her sparse and yellowish eyebrows, but hesitated to speak.
Pei Qian wondered: "What?"
Zhou Mili lowered his voice and said: "We all know that little incense man from the Chenghuang Pavilion in Zhoucheng, and we are still friends, right? He wants to replace my previous position as the right guardian of Qilong Lane, okay?"
Pei Qian thought for a while, shook his head and said: "If you hit the hammer, you won't hit. Although I can decide on the two positions of guardian on the left and right of Qilong Lane by myself, I can't ask that little guy.
Just nodded and agreed, let it dry for a while and test it before talking."
Zhou Mili had a sad face. She had previously patted her chest to reassure the other party.
Pei Qian sighed, "Okay, okay, you go and tell him, I agreed, but the responsibility is important, and he is not allowed to neglect his duties. He has to come to my place once a month. As for filial piety and so on, even if
Yes, he is also a little pauper."
Zhou Mili straightened up and said, "Take orders!"
Yiqi left the Sui capital and traveled south.
The young woman is dressed in red, with a narrow knife and a silver sword gourd hanging from her waist.
She raised her head and glanced at the sea of ​​clouds in the sky.
I remember when I was a kid, if I took a casual look at the clouds, I would think that they were fairies who loved to dress up and change their clothes.
When she was a child, she seemed to have these messy thoughts every day, making noisy noises in groups, like a group of naughty little people, and she couldn't control them or stop them.
At this moment, she took off her sword gourd and took a sip of wine.
Li Baoping felt a little sad.
Uncle Master, when I grow up, I don’t seem to have those thoughts anymore. It seems like they run away from home one by one without saying hello and never come back to her again.
After the sword cultivators on both sides exchanged sword questions, armies of demon tribes migrating northward arrived on the battlefield one after another.
This time, the big demon who was commanding the army was the master of Lotus Temple and the golden-armored god.
This is the first time on the battlefield that two great demons on the throne have jointly presided over a war.
The Master of Hehua Temple has refined the soul essence of half of the moon in the wild world. Previously, on the battlefield, he had a fight with Chen Chun'an, a scholar from Posuzhou who traveled to the Great Wall of Sword Qi. There was no victory or defeat, but the Master of Hehua Temple suffered a slight loss.
, is an obvious fact. This is related to the fact that neither side has tried its best, or that the battlefield situation is extremely complicated and does not allow both sides to use their full strength.
In the previous four wars, only one big demon was in charge, namely the big withered demon Bai Ying, Yang Zhi, the co-owner of the old Yiluo River, Huang Luan who likes to refine buildings to build celestial cities, and the Sword Qi Great Wall in charge of the Savage World.
A bearded man, Liu Cha, a hero who was both friend and foe of A Liang, carried a sword and carried a saber. However, Liu Cha was more pretentious than Bai Ying and other big monsters. He just glanced at the sword formations of both sides from behind the battlefield.
However, after the war ended, he selected a dozen young sword cultivators as his registered disciples.
Liu Cha's founding disciple, and the only direct descendant now, is Sword Repair Bamboo Box.
These young swordsmen, who all seem to be dreaming, actually have two big thresholds before they can become Liu Cha's direct disciples. They must first enter the door, and then enter the room.
After registering the name, if the disciple is successful in learning Taoism and passes the test, he can start the apprenticeship. After that, he can enter the hall and become the master's father-in-law.
Even though the avenue is still far away, there are still more than ten people, everyone is still in agitated mood, and they hug each other instantly, forming a small hill.
After all, swordsman Liu Cha, who is half a master, is the highest peak of swordsmanship in the wild world. Being able to become his disciple, even if it is just a name for the time being, is enough to be proud of.
As for the closed disciples, they are not at all simpler than the great disciples who were the founders. They are often preachers who believe that their skills and knowledge are entrusted to them in this life without worries and they can rest here. The disciples close their doors and outsiders stop, so they are called closed disciples.
To choose a master is like reincarnation, and to choose a disciple is like giving birth to a son. It is a big event for both parties.
Before the start of the war, Qi Shou had already reached the Nascent Soul realm. Now Gao Yehou had loosened his bottleneck and was about to become a Nascent Soul sword cultivator. His qualifications were better than those of Gao Yehou. In the end, Pang Yuanji was considered to have a higher level of achievement than Qi Shou.
, on the contrary, the sword's heart is covered with dust and its realm is unstable. This is probably the so-called impermanence of the great road.
The battle was magnificent. Fan Dache, who was in the small Longmen realm, took a step forward and became a golden elixir. It was actually a small thing. During the battle, a few of their friends gathered together and drank a bottle of celebratory wine with Fan Dache.
The group of monster monks rushed to the battlefield again and continued to collide with the sword array with a torrent of magic weapons.
The demon sword cultivator did not participate in it. It was too expensive and they were not willing to spend too much on the siege.
If those monsters in the wild world who have not yet transformed into human form are the least valuable coins in the market, then the casual cultivators of the monsters who have enlightened themselves and cultivated the Tao are just money. Those who have succeeded in cultivating their minds are those who sit still
The Xiaoshu coins that hold spiritual weapons and magical weapons, and the demon clan sword cultivators are the most protected Guyu coins. This does not mean that it is meaningless to continue asking about swords and sword energy at the Great Wall, but it is that you can use a steady stream of copper coins to accumulate the same results, so why bother
Spending those Sword Cultivator Guyu coins that make it extremely difficult to get a second one after using one?
If in the vast world, such an attack on the city, the military tent dared to deploy troops and generals in this way, ignore the lives of ants, and easily let hundreds of thousands of them die, and the bones piled up on the battlefield below the city, it was destined to be infamy for thousands of years. But in the wild world, there is no such thing.
question.
Finally, for the first time in the wild world, ants attacked the city.
For this purpose, a trumpet sounded melodiously, resounding through the sky, and the military morale in the wild world was greatly boosted.
Yu Zongfu, a pure martial artist, has been waiting for a long time, and with a high fisting spirit, he can finally kill the monster with a hearty punch.
The sword cultivators of the Yinguan lineage were still in groups of three, taking turns to go into battle and go to the top of the city to draw their swords.
Every day, the battle losses of both sides were recorded in detail, and Guo Zhujiu was responsible for summarizing them. The atmosphere in the lobby of the summer palace became more and more solemn, and everyone was extremely busy. Even Guo Zhujiu would stick to the book all day long.
Over at Daixuan Mountain, almost all the stewards of the Bazhou Ferry that deal with Daoxuan Mountain have already been to Chunbanzhai once.
Yan Ming, Nalan Caihuan and Mi Yu, plus Shao Yunyan and his direct disciple Wei Wenlong, were also not idle.
When it comes to war, besides the battlefield where people fight for their lives, the battlefield is actually also on the ledger.
To be continued...