Nan Yuan was dressed in fluttering white clothes, with a high ponytail tied behind her head, and a giant sword on her back as she walked out of the deep valley.
It was foggy this morning, and at the entrance of the valley, she saw a "tomb" made of several stones.
He was slightly startled, and his handsome brows furrowed slightly.
"Um?"
In front of the tomb, there is still a little bit of paper dust that has not been blown away by the wind. It looks like it is a new tomb.
On a stone of the tomb, there are a few small words engraved: Tomb of Qingyuan Guan Jiang Gong Jiang Yang!
Dead?
Nan Yuan murmured in her heart, then lowered her slightly frowned brows and raised the corners of her lips in a contemptuous smile.
In this way...won't this "young master" kill you?
Nan Yuan snorted coldly, glanced at the fake grave again, and then quickly left the place.
But before she took a few steps, she suddenly raised her head and looked in one direction.
There, an iron sword suddenly rose into the sky, poking a hole in the sky.
Countless dazzling lights pour out from the cave, which is endlessly gorgeous...
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In the early morning, several people from Qingyuan Temple sat around a stone table in the backyard.
After not seeing him for a few days, Shangguan Feng was very "decadent". His eyes were bloodshot, his clothes were filthy, and his whole body was smelly. It looked like he was going to follow in the footsteps of Huang.
In fact, I have been refining elixirs day and night these past few days, and I can't bear to rest for a moment.
Chu Ling'er beside him stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and nose in disgust. Xiong Da saw this and hurriedly stepped forward, "Master, how about we change places."
Chu Ling'er nodded and changed places with Xiong Da. As soon as she sat down, Xiong Er on the side stretched out his hand and tugged on her sleeve, with a silly smile on his face.
Xiong Er opened his palms, and there were several wild fruits lying in his palms: "Would you like to eat them?"
Chu Ling'er's eyes lit up, and she threw one into her mouth. It tasted sour and sweet, and then touched Xiong Er's head. "In a moment, my sister will teach you the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique. This is a peerless technique. I don't teach ordinary people."
Xiong Er stuffed all the fruits into his mouth and nodded: "Okay, okay!"
Xiong Da said anxiously: "Master, I also want to learn."
Chu Ling'er crossed her legs and patted her shoulders. Xiong Da immediately stood up and patted his master's back, "Master, how are you doing?"
Chu Ling'er nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad."
"What about the exercises?"
"Let's see how you behave in the future."
"Okay, Master, just take a look."
When Lao Huang saw this happy scene, he squinted and rubbed the prickly stubble on his chin, then turned his gaze to the distance.
There, Jiang Yang stood in front of the strange wine-making equipment, performing the final operations.
"Here comes the wine~"
At some point, Jiang Yang came to the crowd with a pot of wine.
Lao Huang stood up first, his eyes excited...
This wine was specially brewed for him. The wine was produced today, and the others were just accompanying him.
Jiang Yang picked up the pot and poured wine, and the clear wine poured out from the mouth of the pot.
Done in one go.
Lao Huang sniffed his nose slightly, took a deep breath, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
He picked up the wine glass, put it between his nose and sniffed it, and drank it all in one gulp while everyone looked at him expectantly.
The fiery taste burned the taste buds, irritated the throat, and finally exploded in the chest.
"How does it taste?"
Jiang Yang asked, and everyone looked at Lao Huang in anticipation.
Lao Huang recollected the taste in his mouth, shook his head, closed his eyes slightly, holding the wine glass in his hand... He seemed to be crazy and did not speak.
Chu Ling'er scratched his forehead, grabbed the wine bottle from the master's hand, filled a glass for himself, and spit out all the wine in his mouth after just one sip.
"Ahem."
Chu Ling'er covered her chest and stuck out her tongue: "Hot!"
Although Chu Ling'er was not good at drinking, he drank a lot.
But no wine is so spicy!
“It’s just spicy.”
Jiang Yang said with a smile.
"Let me have a taste." Shangguan Feng grabbed the wine pot and took a sip along the spout without using the wine glass.
Then his face changed, and he swallowed the extremely spicy wine with force.
Strong alcohol.
Very fierce!
More intense than burning a knife.
Shangguan Feng thought that he had drunk countless famous wines, and even tasted a lot of palace jade liquor, but none of them were so spicy.
"I'm not used to drinking." Shangguanfeng put down the wine bottle, coughed twice, made a brief comment, and went back to refining the elixir.
Now, nothing can stop him from making alchemy.
"Lao Huang, Lao Huang?"
Jiang Yang saw that Lao Huang still looked like he was "tasting fine wine" and was as stunned as a stone sculpture, so he walked over.
But Lao Huang waved his hands, focused his small eyes, and looked into the distance:
"I'll be alone! Quiet!"
After saying that, Lao Huang got up and walked aimlessly.
Jiang Yang and others noticed something was wrong with this sloppy old man and were afraid that something might happen to him, so they followed him cautiously.
Lao Huang first left the backyard and went to the front yard. He unbolted the door of the Taoist temple and gently opened it. Then he sat on the threshold and quietly looked at the southwest land in the early morning.
After autumn, there are a lot of morning fogs in the southwest.
The mist in the sky spreads within a thousand miles to the southwest, and when viewed from a high altitude, it looks like a fairyland.
This morning, too, it was very foggy.
The sunlight was obscured by the fog and could not penetrate at all.
Lao Huang took off the wine gourd from his waist, pulled out the stopper, and took out an iron sword from his "sword pot."
The iron sword is unremarkable, even a little rusty, it looks like an old guy from a long time ago.
Lao Huang stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the blade of the sword, his eyes gentle.
Treat Iron Sword like you treat your old friend.
"Old friend, would you please unsheath it?" Old Huang asked softly, and then released the hilt of the sword.
The iron sword trembled slightly, as if it had spiritual power, and made a "swish" sound.
The sword energy stretches thousands of miles and soars into the sky!
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On that day, the audience in Qingyuan saw:
There is a red sword energy rising into the sky from in front of Qingyuan Guanshan Gate!
The clouds and mist in the sky were shaken away by a sword.
The sky cleared up instantly, and countless warm sunlight shone down. The grass stretched its body hard and bathed in the morning sunlight.
The abnormality caused by the sword energy was far from stopping. The iron sword rose into the air and instantly poked a hole in the blue sky.
The sky is cracked...
A big gap opened up.
The wrinkles on the edge of the gap trembled slightly, and the ripples continued to tremble, and the brilliance and color inside were dazzling...
"That is?"
Chu Ling'er opened her mouth slightly, looked up at the master behind her, and asked.
"Sword Qi! Sword Qi that spans the four seas! Sword Qi that looks down upon the eight wastelands!"
Jiang Yang was slightly absent-minded, his lips moved, and his heart was filled with excitement.
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at the same time.
A hundred miles away is the capital of Western Shu, the Imperial City, and the top of Xuanyuan Hall.
The princes of the imperial court were bickering in the palace below. Above, two people were sitting on the roof of the palace, having a pleasant conversation.
The words stopped abruptly at a certain moment.
Both of them turned around suddenly and looked at the strange phenomenon in the sky behind them.
The unshaven middle-aged man looked in disbelief.
The sword "Ming Chen" beside him suddenly unsheathed and took off into the air. The sword trembled with excitement, and then suddenly returned to its sheath, looking very scared.
"Is it out of its sheath?"
The young blind man murmured.
"Yes, it was unsheathed and put back into the sheath." After Xun Yijian was shocked, he felt endlessly lonely.
Just now, Mingchen suddenly pulled out of his sheath.
It indicates that it has found an opponent that can match it.
But it was sheathed again...Mingchen was scared.
"Senior Sword Immortal, I'm going back to my master's door." The young blind man stood up and bowed his sword to Xun Yi.
Xun Yijian also stood up and looked at the blind man's face: "Don't call me Sword Immortal anymore in the future."
"Why?"
Cui Ru was puzzled.
Xun Yijian grinned: "Because, I want to return the name of Sword Immortal to him. Wait for me for a while, I will go back to clean up, and go back with you."
"good."
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"Huang Baixiu has been promoted to the second rank!"
Dean Zhao Zai, who had not yet left the territory of Xishu, looked at the sky with pure eyes.
Beside him, there was a young girl in her mid-twenties who was carrying a suitcase and wearing a green shirt.
Zhao Zai looked at her and stroked her head gently: "Grandpa will not accompany you on the road ahead. You can go on your own."
The girl in green shirt threw the bamboo pole into her hand, with a look of panic on her face, and said softly: "Grandpa, I'm scared."
Zhao Zai smiled and pointed to the sky: "Hongdou is not afraid, have you seen that sword?"
The girl in green shirt nodded confusedly.
"That's your Grandpa Huang's sword. Grandpa Huang is waiting for you there to protect you..."
"Has Grandpa Huang been promoted to the second rank?"
Zhao Zai said "hmm" and nodded: "The only one in the world, the Wine Sword Immortal!" This chapter has been completed!