Wei Bo kept chatting for a while, but did not want to reveal more. There was a blank space for calligraphy and painting, but the conversation was the same.
Dressed in white, she flies into the sky and floats in the sea of clouds and mountain breeze.
After Wei Bo left Luo Po Mountain, he slowed down and picked up a bunch of clouds, like a snowball, and kept increasing the weight. Finally, he held his hands together and squeezed hard. In the end, Wei Bo had a pebble-sized extra in the palm of his hand.
He found one of the sources of the Longxu River in the small town in the air, and threw it gently into the mountain stream. The white ball fell into it, and soon a herring swallowed it into his belly, and then went down the river out of the mountain.
, Qingniu Back, Stone Arch Bridge, Blacksmith Shop, and then from the waterfall at the junction of Longxu River and Tiefu River, falling together with the rapid water flow.
The river is surging and time is passing. On the bank of the deserted Tiefu River, on the old willow tree with its main trunk crossing the water, the Tiefu River water god named Yanghua is sitting on the willow tree, with his eyes closed and concentrating, covered with armor.
Jiang Shen, a beautiful woman, suddenly opened her eyes, stretched out her hand, and caught a lively herring in her hand. She used one finger to reach the blade of the knife, cut open the belly of the herring, and then discovered the white ball full of spiritual energy.
, with a gentle touch of her thumb, she first re-sewed the abdomen of the herring that had "sent the letter", and slid it into the river from the palm of her hand. After the herring entered the water, it was extremely happy, and its scales seemed to have a more moist luster.
Yang Hua lowered her head and stared at the white ball in her hand. It was mixed with traces of cloud roots, which was extremely precious. For any river god, this was a great tonic. In the eyes of the gods of mountains and rivers, they also have their own delicacies from mountains and seas, water essence, cloud roots, etc.
, are all condensed into substance from the ethereal landscape and energy, eliminating the waste and retaining the essence. This is just like the dragon-slaying platform to the weapon of the divine weapon, and the snake gallstone to the relics of the dragon family, which is of extraordinary significance.
Yang Hua raised her head and looked up. In the clouds and mist, there was a man in white standing on the top of the mountains, with a golden ring hanging from one ear.
She had been here before and had seen this man and the Mohist hero Xu Ruo, one of the gatekeepers of Da Li, riding the mediocre black snake together, traveling backwards along the river towards the mountains. But Yang Hua
Unexpectedly, this Wei Bo would suddenly become the righteous god of Da Li Beiyue, with a rank far above her.
Yang Hua doesn't know why Wei Bo wants to show kindness to her, but her position is unstable, so she needs to win over people's hearts?
Yang Hua sneered, clenched her fists, and without hesitation burst the white ball in her palm. All the spiritual energy flowed into her body, her hair flew, and the river below her feet rippled, as if she was happy with her master's increasing cultivation.
Wei Bo withdrew his gaze towards the Tiefu River and returned to his home base of Piyun Mountain.
Yufeng passed by various hills, and Qi practitioners occasionally greeted him loudly at his feet. Wei Bo used to smile and respond, but he was not in such a mood today.
He just came to an iron-locked cable bridge hanging on the top of two peaks. It has not been completed yet and is wide enough for two carriages to pass. No matter how strong the wind in the mountain gorge is, it will only shake the cable bridge slightly. How strong the wind is, the cable bridge will follow.
Depending on the magnitude of the shaking, the Mohist Qi practitioners, craftsmen and mechanics responsible for building the bridge will have a rigid requirement and will never cut corners. The green ebony wood that lays the bridge deck is extremely tough, and a sword cultivator from the Lower Five Realms can hit it with all his strength.
At most, there is only one hole punched in the bridge deck, and the iron lock is made of fine iron.
After all, at the foot of the mountain, a century-old store is just a golden sign, but on the long mountain, only those with more than five hundred years dare to talk about time-honored stores.
When this mountain god in white clothes walks on the jet-black bridge, the sharp contrast makes people feel "so majestic and so high".
Wei Bo stopped, held onto the bridge railing with one hand, and looked up.
He knew that at least half of the reason why he was able to become the righteous god of Dali Beiyue was because of the man wearing a bamboo hat and a bamboo sword.
Because Da Li discovered that it was only after meeting that person that he inexplicably broke the restriction and returned from the desolate situation of the earth man to the mountain god of Qidun Mountain.
It was the stroke of the bamboo sword that made Wei Bo understand it only much later. As time went by, Wei Bo gradually realized that his golden body was unusual.
Can a bowl hold a tank of water? Of course not. Even if he was once the Beiyue God of the Shenshui Kingdom, he was originally a high-class god who could hold a lot of incense, but he was later eliminated by the chess-playing immortal.
It was just a matter of being imprisoned by supernatural powers, but if he wanted to receive all the incense and aura from the Great Li Beiyue realm, when Wei Bo had just left Qidun Mountain, he thought it was impossible. It was too overestimating one's abilities.
It is definitely a child striking with a hammer. Sooner or later, the muscles and bones will be damaged, and the fundamental vitality will be destroyed.
But now, Wei Bo's control over more than 30 mountains is simply at his fingertips.
Therefore, Wei Bo is willing to show his utmost goodwill to Chen Ping'an and is willing to take him on a journey through the mountains and rivers, similar to putting a signature of Da Li Beiyue on the young man's body.
The first is that Chen Pingan is not annoying, the second is to repay A Liang, and the third is that A Liang may return to the world.
The third reason is the biggest.
Wei Bo is very afraid that if A Liang really returns to this world and feels that he has not done enough, then a bamboo sword from Qidunshan can make his realm rise thousands of miles. I am afraid that a bamboo sword from Piyun Mountain will make him
He has beaten himself back to his original shape. If it was Wei Bo in Qidun Mountain, he wouldn't have cared so much, but now Wei Bo can't do it.
Because of that girl who practices in the Great Li Changchun Palace.
Wei Bo turned his head and looked north, looking at the distant north of Dali. He narrowed his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "You must live a good life. Don't like scholars anymore in this life. Scholars are the worst offenders to infatuated people."
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Outside the bamboo house on Luolu Mountain, after hearing the story from far away, the boy in Tsing Yi wanted to eat an ordinary snake gallstone to calm his shock.
While chewing the snake gallstone, the boy in green recalled the sad look of Chen Pingan turning his head to look at the bamboo house before, and couldn't help but clicked his tongue: "I didn't expect that our master would shed tears. He is such a sweet-tempered man. I just heard one thing."
The story that has nothing to do with me is so moving. I believe that the master will be very exciting in the future. When he sees injustice on the road, he will roar and save the little lady and she will give her life to him. The master has suddenly turned into a prostitute...
…”
The boy in Tsing Yi had already imagined Chen Pingan's world as extremely glamorous and charming. The more he thought about it, the happier he became. It was really interesting to think of the scene where Chen Pingan, a stubborn and boring guy, would one day be embraced by the heroine of the rivers and lakes.
The girl in the pink skirt was still immersed in the previous shock. She looked complicated and felt uneasy inside. She asked the boy in green softly: "You said that the demon clan in that world is so cruel and tyrannical. Why can we still be able to do it here in the Haoran world?"
Are you at peace with the gods on the mountain? Why don't the Qi practitioners just drive us all away?"
The boy in Tsing Yi thought for a while and replied casually: "Maybe he thinks we are just a piece of shit on the roadside, and we don't like stepping on dirty shoes."
The girl in the pink skirt was doubtful, and she couldn't think of a unique insight that could convince her, so she had to put her worries and uneasiness in her heart for the time being.
Wei Bo had already left, and Chen Pingan did not get up in a hurry to return to the bamboo house. He sat quietly on the small bamboo chair alone. The mountain wind in early spring was still biting, blowing the young man's hair on his temples.
Before Wei Bo left, he said with a smile, "It is rumored that A Liang is looking for a sword, a sword worthy of his strength."
Chen Ping'an clearly remembered the first time they met by the Tiefu River. Someone was holding a bamboo hat in one hand and patting the handle of a bamboo sword with the other. He said something that sounded like bragging, "I can't find a sword worthy of me yet, so I can use it to humiliate me."
There are people in the world who use swords."
Wei Bo added, "Some people say that he is a sword cultivator at the peak of the Thirteenth Realm. When he fought against the big demon, the sword he used was not the best, but he was used to it and was reluctant to change it. After it was shattered, he naturally
You just need to get a better sword!"
"Imagine, if you can find a weapon that Aliangdu feels comfortable with, or even find a certain sword that can help the owner improve his combat power by one level, one is enough, and he only needs to increase one level. Then he is
Combat power at the peak of the Fourteenth Realm! As a sword cultivator, I might be able to fight against the Patriarch of the Three Religions, the Taoist Buddha, and the Holy Master!"
"I can't imagine what kind of A-Liang he would be like after he found the sword."
After Wei Bo said these last words, he left, full of expectation and admiration, like a small mountain looking up at a majestic mountain.
I have walked into the landscape painting of the literary saint, and Chen Pingan has struck out with that sword.
Only now did Chen Ping'an know what A Liang had given up.
That rainy night I walked down the mountain with A Liang.
"You took something that I thought was yours."
"If you don't have the ability to carve two or three words there in the future, I won't cut you off."
Chen Ping'an didn't understand at the time what these words said by Yun Danfengqing, a man in a bamboo hat, meant. Because A Liang said it so lightly, the young man had no idea of its true weight.
At that time, the young man had no idea how good that sword was.
I have no idea how strong Ah Liang was at that time.
If Chen Ping'an had known this before leaving, he would have asked the fairy sister who was the incarnation of the sword spirit before A Liang left, and asked her if she could change the owner. The man's name was A Liang.
, is a swordsman and a very nice person.
If A Liang doesn't say anything, the boy won't know.
The boy didn't know until A Liang left.
Such a Liang.
How silly.
Why should he call himself a bad person?
Chen Pingan was in a daze for a long time before he stood up and walked towards the bamboo building. The boy in green asked in a low voice: "Master, are you okay? Were you frightened by the story Wei Bo told you? You really don't have to be afraid of those things. What sword energy hangs upside down?"
The Great Wall, A Liang, the Great Demon Sword Immortal, is a hundred thousand miles away from us. We are not afraid of the sky falling. The Confucian saints are not just good talkers, they are also good at fighting.
Besides, that swordsman with the weird name, no matter how powerful he is, has nothing to do with us. This kind of person must be three-headed and six-armed, with a ferocious demeanor, killing gods at the sight of gods, and beheading immortals at the sight of them. Even if there is a chance to fight with such a person
I don’t want to meet you, it’s too scary. If you sneeze casually, a blast of strong wind will blow me to pieces…”
Chen Pingan patted the head of the boy in Tsing Yi and said with a smile: "I'm fine."
He came to the second floor, held the locust wood sword, walked to the corridor under the eaves, raised it high towards the sky dome, and said two words in his heart.