Except for the City God who was already trapped in the situation of the Mud Bodhisattva crossing the river, the City God's Temple in the accompanying city was fully mobilized. Civil and military judges, as well as ghost officials from various departments, all stood cautiously inside the gate.
Although the entire Suijia City is considered one's own territory and will be protected by a certain amount of energy, standing in the fragrant City God's Temple is still more secure after all.
Chen Ping'an looked towards the door.
After that tragic incident, the City God chose to kill and release, so the generals of Shackles should be new, while the chief officers of the Yin and Yang Division, headed by the Sixth Division of City God, are still the old ones.
Chen Pingan held the Sword Immortal in his hand and looked down at the sword gourd. "After I draw the sword twice, you can do whatever you want tonight."
Chen Ping'an raised his head and looked at the gate of the City God's Temple, "Who is the chief officer of the Yin and Yang Department who is accompanying you to the City God's Temple?"
The Civil and Military Judges, Day and Night Wandering God, General Shackles and the rest of the divisions all quickly looked at one of the officials who looked like a middle-aged Confucian scholar without any hesitation.
The etiquette of Yinming official robes in the Chenghuang Pavilion Temple in the world is roughly the same as that of the Yangjing court. Except for the official patch patterns, there are slight differences in various continents and places. For example, in Luzhou, Beiju, the official robes are mostly black and white.
Color, and they all hang a bronze seal engraved with their respective official positions on their waists.
He took a step forward cautiously, his eyes wandering. He suppressed the panic in his heart, bowed and clasped his fists and said: "The Sword Immortal visited the City God's Temple at night, but he was not welcomed at a distance. I wonder why the Sword Immortal is looking for my subordinate?"
Not only he, but also all his colleagues understand this simple truth that good people who do not come are not good. Otherwise, they would not show up together.
The next moment, the swordsman in green shirt was already standing in the City God's Temple, behind him was the chief officer of the Yin and Yang Division who stood dumbly on the spot.
Including the civil and military judges, even if the person had trespassed into the City God's Temple, he still moved symbolically, as if to avoid a road, and then looked at his colleague one by one.
I saw a straight, slender golden line appearing from the forehead of the chief officer of the Yin and Yang Department all the way down.
In an instant, a golden body suddenly shattered into powder.
Even Judge Wu in the City God's Temple, who was best at killing evil ghosts, and the new General Shackles, who liked to go out of the city to hunt lonely ghosts, didn't see clearly how and when the other side drew the sword.
For a time, all the officials in the Chenghuang Temple looked gloomy.
It's miserable.
What a foreign swordsman who traveled far away!
I have only heard that Sword Immortals and their ilk act in the most bizarre and domineering ways, and cannot be judged by common sense.
The statue of the City God enshrined in the back hall of the City God Temple, a faint golden light circulated, and an elegant and elegant old official walked out. There was no obstruction in the front hall building. He passed by, floated to the steps of the front hall, and stood still.
Then he stretched out a finger and said sternly: "As a sword cultivator, you can kill Yinming officials who have been sealed with the imperial seal of a country at will?!"
Chen Ping'an raised his head and looked at the thick black fog that shrouded the city, and the sinister aura was spreading its teeth and claws.
It is somewhat similar to the sea of semi-immortal soldiers in the Fu family in Old Dragon City, except that the latter cannot be seen by Qi practitioners under the Earth Immortal. In Suijia City of Yinping Kingdom, it is invisible to ordinary people except monks.
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Chen Ping'an said: "I will try to block the catastrophe for you, how can you thank me?"
The City God was shocked and stunned at first, and then he was ecstatic, "Seriously? Isn't the Sword Immortal just a joke?"
The man looked at the young swordsman in blue and nodded.
The City God only felt that there was no unstoppable road, and there was a bright future in every village! The City God said loudly: "As long as the Sword Immortal can keep our City God's Temple safe, the Sword Immortal can say whatever he wants. The treasures of a county can be taken by the Sword Immortal himself. If
The Sword Immortal thought it was troublesome, so he said something, and people from all over the City God's Temple would offer it with both hands, without any ambiguity..."
A golden light slashed down from the sky.
Many Yinming officials in the City God's Temple were heartbroken and their golden bodies were unstable. They saw that the City God, who had been aloof for countless years, was exactly the same as his previous colleagues in the Yin and Yang Division. First, a golden light appeared on his forehead, and then a straight line, slowly,
Spread downward.
As expected of the City God who has enjoyed incense offerings for many years, the thick golden body soaked in the essence of countless incense did not shatter on the spot. Not only that, the City God was able to raise his hands and firmly hold the sides of his head.
Wailed: "Are you crazy? As soon as I die, the heavenly calamity will fall immediately. Do you want to resist the heavenly calamity with only one person's power? If I don't die, you and I can work together to resist the heavenly calamity and share the disaster together, you madman!
You must die a good death!"
Chen Ping'an's eyes were higher than that of the City God, and he looked at the towering statue of the god on the altar in the front hall who was also enjoying the incense of the county but was silent and without divine light.
I don’t know if it was a nest of snakes and rats, or if they knew that a disaster was coming, so they withdrew some of their divinity from the statue in the City God’s Temple.
Chen Pingan said: "I'm sorry, I forgot to say something just now, you need to die to thank me."
The City God pressed his head tightly with both hands, and there were incense coming from all directions, regardless of whether it was pure or not, and whether it was mixed with evil intentions. As long as it was the incense of the person offering the incense, no matter how pure the intention was, he had already detained them all in the City God's Temple.
As for whether this is a case of drinking poison to quench thirst, I don’t care. As long as you increase your cultivation level, you will have one more chance of preserving your golden body after the catastrophe. As for whether the City God’s Temple will be destroyed, and whether those auxiliary officials and ghost officials will
The city god's poor cultivation has affected all the fish in the pond, and even the life and death of the people in a county. From the first day when "the merits were greatly lost and the golden body was rotten", the city god had completely lost his mind. For this reason, he specially
Invited a group of monks with worldly friendships to go to the capital, brought heavy gifts, and lobbied the Ministry of Rites and the Qin Tianjian to persuade the Emperor of Yinping Kingdom to let the court suppress the news and not allow the people of the city and county to flee in all directions, otherwise they would
The worst outcome is that both the Feng Shui of a country and the city god of a place will suffer losses. During this period, the descendants of the recipient of the letter in the capital, especially the current head of the family, still know the pros and cons, so they have contributed a lot, using several generations of people in the temple and official circles.
The accumulated connections and affection helped the City God Temple to beg for mercy, and finally the City God saw a glimmer of hope.
If you die in a county, your life will be protected.
If you don't do it for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth!
What's more, as the city god of a county, I am the golden-bodied god who regards human princes as short-lived seedlings!
The City God pressed his head with both hands and looked down slightly. Although the golden thread slowed down, it showed no sign of stopping. The City God was so frightened that he actually cried, "Why is this happening? Why are there so many of them?"
Can’t even stop the incense? Sword Immortal, Master Sword Immortal..."
Standing at the top of the steps, the City God no longer looked arrogant and begged for mercy: "I beg Master Sword Immortal to spare my life. Is there anything in this world that is not negotiable?"
The City God did not dare to raise his hand and point to the top of his head, "Master Sword Immortal, look up. Without me, the City God's temple can control the incense of a temple and use all the energy of the place to help resist the disaster. Master Sword Immortal, you are alone. Are you really not afraid of wasting your time?"
The hard-earned Tao Xing?"
The almost frightened civil judge found it unbelievable at first, but when he thought about it again, he suddenly realized that it only made him more desperate.
This foreign swordsman is full and ready to bear the catastrophe, so why should he care about the gains and losses? If he really wants to care about it, why enter the City God's Temple?
Didn't the City God often teach his subordinates to be steady when things happen and not to make mistakes while busy? It seems that things are really coming, but that's all.
It's just that the literary judge of the City God's Temple felt miserable. He was no longer a bystander now, and he had nothing to laugh at. For hundreds of years, they, the gods who were in charge of Feng Shui, looked down at the faithful men and women who came to the temple to burn incense.
Rice feeds all kinds of people, including stupid men who hate men and women, young men who are idle and indolent but pray for prosperity, vicious-hearted women who hope to find a lover, children whose elders in the family are seriously ill and don't want to spend money for treatment but come here to burn incense and make wishes.
, the murderous bandits thought that by spending more money and burning a few handfuls of incense in the temple, they could eliminate disasters and sins. There are countless kinds of them. They have seen enough human jokes that they have become numb.
.Now that they have suffered retribution, it is the turn of those Qi practitioners to come and see the joke in their own City God’s Temple?
Chen Pingan ignored the City God, and just inserted the sword in his hand into the ground, and then slowly rolled up his sleeves. Unlike Cangjun Lake, this time the sleeve of his left hand was also rolled up, revealing the walnut bracelet.
As for the three talismans obtained from the Ghost Valley, Chen Pingan placed them casually between his belts. The Jade Clear Light Talisman that had opened the door, and the remaining two talismans from Yunxiao Palace of Chongxuan Department and the Bixiao Mansion Talisman.
After doing this, Chen Ping'an looked at the City God whose golden eyes turned dark.
Thinking of the City God's Pavilion in Rouge County of Caiyi Kingdom, it was indeed the case, but the Jin City God Shen Wen was framed by the monks on the mountain, and the one in front of him asked for it.
Chen Pingan came to the top of the steps in an instant, holding a sword in one hand, and stood next to the City God, who was like a martial artist possessed by a maniac. The two were side by side, but in completely opposite directions.
The swordsman in blue shirt faces the front hall, on which an empty statue of a god sits tall and dull. The golden god with a golden thread downwards faces the temple door and faces the common people.
Trying his best to keep the golden body from exploding was the result of the city god's efforts. Even if there was a culprit who was attacking him with a sword standing next to him, the city god still had no time to pay attention to him.
The golden thread on the City God's body began to expand continuously, like a flood bursting its banks, and a small stream could no longer carry it.
He suddenly laughed: "What a swordsman, you are also here for that important treasure in this world, right?"
The City God, who knew he was going to die, suddenly laughed heartily, and then whispered: "It's a pity, otherwise even if I, the City God of a small county, died, I could drag a large number of mountain gods to be buried with me.
Are you happy?"
Chen Ping'an suddenly stretched out a hand to cover the face of the City God, and then slowly said with five fingers like hooks: "What kind of dignity do you have, to take a look at the human world?"
The golden body of the City God was shattered into pieces, and a large ball of gold powder seemed to be scattered in the front hall of the City God's Temple.
With a ding-dong sound, an object fell to the ground crisply.
It was a rusty fragment of a golden body, not too small, and larger than the two Cangjun Lake River Gods put together.
Chen Ping'an was about to use the sword point of the sword fairy to smash it into pieces, but the sword gourd on his waist swept out Chu Yi, who had not been seen for a long time. A white rainbow sword light pierced the rusty golden body fragment, and the flying sword Chu Yi
It disappeared together with the fragments of the golden body.
When the golden body of the Chenghuang Temple shattered, thunder suddenly burst out from the sky over Suiji City. The sound was far louder than ordinary thunder. It was like firecrackers exploding in the ears, causing countless people in Suiji City to wake up from their deep sleep.
The black clouds rolled, as if there were ink dragons and black dragons swimming together in the sea of clouds. Not only that, the sea of clouds began to slowly fall.
First, some families in the city began to light lamps after being awakened by the thunder.
Rich families even hung up lanterns.
In a prosperous county town, dots of light are connected continuously into a patchwork, and the sounds of children crying come and go.
Finally, those Qi practitioners who quietly entered Suijia City were dumbfounded. After panicking, they began to curse. They had never imagined that this damn disaster had already happened before the heavy treasure actually appeared in the world.
There's a lot of emphasis here.
The treasures of heaven and earth that emerged in the world have their own innate spirituality and are extremely difficult to capture by Qi practitioners. The city lord of Huangyue City once passed by an exotic treasure because of the speed of the immortal treasure.
Too amazing.
There are rumors on the mountain that Suijia City's rare treasure is of extremely high quality. It was born from the aggregation of a county's millennium of spiritual and literary fortune. Not only that, it is said that when Suijia City was first built, there was actually a military strategist buried deep within it.
Underground, the two eventually merged to become a human treasure with both civil and military skills. It is both offensive and defensive. Anyone who gets it can reach the sky in one step and become a monk on the top of the mountain. That's why the two top immortals in Huangyue City and Baodong Fairyland will go out together.
, this exotic treasure is determined to be obtained, and if Huangyue City succeeds, it will truly secure the top spot on the top of the mountains of more than ten countries, throwing Baodong Wonderland a long way away. If Baodong Wonderland catches it, its power can surpass Huangyue City.
Follow that ghost house in the city.
The old man was sitting on the ridge of a nearby roof. He was annoyed by the little monkey on his shoulder that could not be comforted, so he threw it away.
The local monks in the city, who were of low level and lower level, had already noticed that the situation was not good, and began to run or fly away from the city.
They didn't dare to covet that rare treasure. Most of them were vassal sects behind Huangyue City and Baodong Wonderland. They were recruited by both sides to build up their momentum, and if they really fought, it would be more or less a boost.
The old man was also depressed, and it was very difficult for things to reach this point.
That young swordsman is indeed a confused person. The four most difficult ghosts on the mountain are indeed well-deserved. When traveling down the mountain, he always only seeks his own happiness!
Can you block this heavenly catastrophe entangled with cause and effect if you want to? Then you will see the opportunity, and run away after blocking it halfway. If you want to save your life, you will still be in trouble unnecessarily.
Smell?
The old man suddenly said: "Slut, I'm in a bad mood right now, don't mess with me."
On the raised eaves of the roof, stood a woman in a wooden hairpin and cloth skirt. She was of plain appearance, but how could an ordinary woman from the market stand firm in the space where the eaves were raised?
The woman covered her mouth and smiled sweetly: "You are just talking to a queen like this? You are so brave."
The old man said gloomily: "If you mess up the big event that the master has been planning for so long, you and I will never be able to redeem it. Especially in this kind of embarrassing situation where we fail to succeed, the master will only be more annoyed."
The woman waved her hands and said: "Although I don't know why the rare treasure suddenly quieted down and allowed the catastrophe to wear away its innate appearance, and did not wait for an opportunity to escape, but once the catastrophe fell to the ground, it would still be forced to show up.
, Huangyue City and Baodong Wonderland have already moved away from each other. Either they go to the Cangjun Lake Dragon Palace to avoid disaster, or they go to the farther Black Glaze Mountain to avoid disaster. Then you and I will have the upper hand, wouldn't it be better?"
When the woman said this, her expression became solemn, "You and I have been working together for many years. Let me venture to ask a private question, why is the master unwilling to take action personally? With the master's extraordinary cultivation, after that feat, although the losses were too heavy,
, had to retreat, but it’s been hundreds of years, and it’s time to regain the peak level of cultivation. When the master comes, won’t the rare treasure be within reach? Who dares to stand in the way, a waste like Fan Weiran?”
The old man sneered and said: "You know nothing. This kind of treasure of merit can be snatched by just relying on high cultivation level? Besides, the higher the master's cultivation level, it is not a pure martial artist or a military monk who enters this realm.
He has become the target of public criticism. He has a long eye for this calamity. Even if he endured it, how can you compensate for the loss of so much Taoism? Even if you add the whole Yinping Kingdom's bullshit treasure trove, can you afford to pay for it? It's a joke.
!”
The woman didn't take it seriously at the old man's cynicism. She turned her head and stared at the City God's Temple, frowning and said: "Depending on the situation, we need to leave Suijia City temporarily at least. It's close. You and I are not like the sky falling down.
?Using this calamity as a punching bag? If you are too far away, when the calamity is over, Chongbao will definitely show up as soon as possible and escape from this filthy place. Huangyue City and Baodong Wonderland will not be slow to take action by then. We will fight against each other.
Ye Han and Fan Weiran have no problem, but they are surrounded by so much waste. When the number increases, be careful of the ants chewing the elephant to death."
The old man smiled and pointed at the little monkey that crawled back to the ridge of the roof and kept grinning towards the City God's Temple, and said: "For so many years, you, my mother-in-law, have been dealing with the so-called emperors, generals, ministers, dragons, sons, and grandsons all day long. Her eyes are like
It’s getting worse and worse. Didn’t you notice? This is the treasure-eating monkey that the owner bought with a lot of money. It’s a descendant of an ancient alien species. Do you know how much money was spent on it? I’m afraid you will be scared to death if I tell you. As long as it is here, the treasure-eating monkey will be there.
So the matter is not as troublesome as you think. However, if you are incompetent and get entangled by Ye Han or Fan Weiran and are unable to escape, make a deal in advance and I will just take the little monkey and run away. You
Can you, a coquettish fox, continue to enjoy your worldly wealth and carve your fox skin with the dragon spirit of that country? Anyway, you have to fight for your own life."
How many times has this coquettish fox been the queen?
The old man cursed in his heart.
The woman lamented, looking up at the slowly falling black clouds, with some worry in her eyes, "The master's sworn enemy won't interfere with this, right? Are there really only two golden elixir monks, Ye Han and Fan Weiran?"
The old man shook his head and said: "Since the two sides have already drawn a clear line back then, and each takes what he needs, there should be no more accidents. When you reach the height of the master, you care more about promises than we frogs in the well. I'm leaving
Before, the master said some decisive words. If you and I can't fight with these two paper-thin golden elixirs, don't go back and find a place to kill yourself."
The woman nodded, and then her naturally charming eyes showed a touch of heat, "That is really a good sword! It is definitely a magic weapon! Even those earthly immortal sword cultivators outside will be moved when they see it!"
The old man smiled and said: "The blind people on the roadside can see it. Do you need to tell me? Why, are you excited? Then go and grab it."
The woman turned her head and cast a flirtatious look, "This old guy is just talking nonsense. If we really want to rob him, he will have to overestimate his own capabilities and beat him half to death."
The old man clicked his tongue and said: "We haven't seen each other for a long time, but I still have some good skills. If a woman can attract people with her eyes instead of her face, that's your ability. After that, let's have sex? A little goodbye is even better.
Newlyweds, we brother and sister haven’t seen each other for hundreds of years?”
The woman tiptoed, smiling sweetly, trembling like a silver bell, and the lingering sound was still lingering after people left, "Old man, it will be too late if you don't leave. Let's leave Suijia City first. We have accomplished this important matter of becoming the master. No matter what the slave family wants,
You pick it up."
The old man grabbed the little monkey with one hand and put it on his shoulder, and flew out of the city with the woman.
Naturally, the two sides must have suppressed their realms, otherwise, in the eyes of Ye Han and Fan Weiran, there would be extraneous problems. Although most of these guys are just people who only know how to fight in the nest, they are such a large territory.
In the territories of several countries, there will always be one or two amazing and talented people every hundred years, and they should not be underestimated. Even if he and the woman talk about Ye Han, Fan Weiran and others, their words are full of contempt.
But if you really want to fight with those monks, you should be careful.
The two of them passed by the city walls of Suijia City one after another.
On top of the city wall, there are still many Qi practitioners who are not afraid of death. They probably feel that the danger is less if they leave Suijia City, so they are pretending to be calm and calm, giving guidance to the country.
Among them was a young monk who was arranged by the disciples to be the owner of the incense shop near the City God's Temple. He had been incognito for several years, but now he finally regained his identity. He was scolding him particularly vigorously, saying that the young man who looked like a swordsman had a bad brain.
Water got in, or was kicked by a donkey. After arriving at the City God's Temple, he looked like a stranger at first sight and didn't understand anything. He hacked the ghost officials of the Yin and Yang Division to death without saying a word. When he entered the City God's Temple, he even liked to show off his prestige and directly
He used his sword against the City God, but unfortunately after that, the door of the City God's Temple was closed, and the scene inside could not be seen.
A nearby monk laughed and said, this guy obviously thought that he could not get the rare treasure, so he simply made everyone lose it. His intentions were vicious and despicable! When the dust of the catastrophe settles, if the sword cultivator is lucky enough to survive,
, I must ask for advice when I go back.
The old man with the little monkey squatting on his shoulders floated out of the wall and thought it was really interesting. The more stupid and bad people like this, the better.
There need to be more pedantic people such as prefects and scholars, so that they can support the former.
Otherwise, if there are all smart people in the world, how can I, the charming woman who is promiscuous in the palace of Yinping, and fellow monks take advantage of all the advantages in the world?
Inside the Chenghuang Temple.
After Chuyi escaped to the ground with the rusty golden body fragments, he soon reappeared and killed most of the civil and military judges, various ghost officials, day and night wandering gods, and General Shackles. A white rainbow flew around and killed most of them.
In the end, only the civil judge of the City God's Temple, General Shackles, who had been in office not long ago, and some ghost officials with low moral standards were left.
The fifteen in the sword-raising gourd simply didn’t show up this time.
Chen Ping'an waved his sleeves, rolled up the pale gold or pure silver gold body fragments into his hands, and placed them within easy reach.
Chen Ping'an then continued to look up at the black sea of clouds, which was less than three hundred feet away from the Suijia City ground.
After thinking about it, Chen twisted out a golden barrier-breaking talisman that had not been burned out on Cangjun Lake. After that, he tried the Jade Clear Light Talisman again.
Tonight's first fight against the heavenly calamity was naturally to rely on one's own abilities. As for the rest, there was no such fuss.
The first day of the new year is still wandering around the entire Chenghuang Temple, with a buzzing sound piercing the air.
Chen Pingan turned his head and looked at the ghost officials of the Chenghuang Temple who did not dare to move. He just glanced at them.
Be upright and loyal, pity the common people, take care of nature, cut off evil and eradicate evil?
On the first day of the new year, it seemed that he had planned to let go of the remaining ghosts. Suddenly, a flash of white rainbow sword light pierced through several of the ghost officials in the City God's Temple who punished evil and gave them longevity, and disappeared on the spot.
Chen Ping'an took a deep breath, turned his head and no longer looked at these ghost officials who were eating incense with the City God. "Still not leaving? Do you want to stay with me at the City God's Temple to bear the catastrophe?"
They fled one after another, just trying to stay as far away from the Chenghuang Temple as possible. It would be better if they could leave Suijia City.
A middle-aged man with a big beard actually walked into the Chenghuang Temple. He had spit on the ground at the door before. When he entered the front hall, he saw the young swordsman holding his breath and concentrating. The man hesitated.
After a while, the urn asked angrily: "What are you doing? Yu Gong, as the local god of the county, I should not advise you to leave. The people of a county will naturally die as few as possible. But Yu Gong
Personally, I still hope you don't wade into troubled waters. It's not that I look down on your methods as a master of swordsmanship. It's really a calamity, and the most entangled thing is. If you can't bear it, everything will be fine. Since you are all swordsmen
You are an immortal, but you still don’t understand the twists and turns here? Cultivation is not easy, so why bother?”
Chen Pingan turned around and asked, "Are you from the Fire God Temple?"
The man nodded and said: "I really did a lot of evil in my last life. People have died, but I still have to be the god of this fire temple. I haven't lived a comfortable life for hundreds of years."
Chen Pingan asked: "When the prefect was still a child, was he escorted out of Suijia City by you?"
The man grinned and said, "If you asked me this when the City God was alive, you would never dare to admit it even if you beat me to death again."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "You can go. Don't try to persuade me. Anyway, I estimate that once the catastrophe falls, you, the accompanying city god who can't move, won't survive before me."
The man said casually: "It doesn't matter. Only when you become a god do you know what real life is worse than death. Half-death is worse than death. I will carry a small stool to the roof of the Fire God Temple. Before I die, I will stare.
Open your eyes and take a good look at the legendary swordsman."
Chen Pingan nodded.
The man turned around and left, walked to the door, suddenly turned around and asked: "I am a god, but I can't do anything useful after all. You, a swordsman, are obviously a straight man... a good man, don't blame me, no
anger?"
Chen Pingan asked back: "Not to mention who I am and what my cultivation level is, let's just say that in this world, I really have the strength and character to blame a good person for not doing a good enough job. I don't expect these people to stand up and kill the bad guys. Why?
Are you unwilling to even curse bad people?"
The man laughed loudly and strode away, "Of course good people, ghosts and gods are easy to bully. You, a foreign swordsman, are really stupid to ask this kind of question!"
When he crossed the threshold, clasped his hands into fists, raised them high above his head, shook them hard a few times, and then strode away. The bearded god's rough voice could be heard throughout the night, "If he wasn't a fool, he would be
I will not enter this city god's temple that is full of snakes and rats. Sword Immortal, don't die! In this bastard world, there are already very few good people with some ability! If you act on your own initiative, you will really die in this unworthy rag.
Damn it, I’m going to scold you a lot when the time comes!!”
Chen Ping'an threw the golden barrier-breaking talisman toward the black clouds that overwhelmed the city, to test the depth of the catastrophe.
A huge golden hole as big as the City God's Temple was opened at the bottom of the sea of clouds by the talisman.
But the sea of clouds rolled and quickly closed up.
Chen Ping'an took a glance at it before and saw that the sea of clouds was extremely thick, and there was no sign of the talisman penetrating the top of the sea of clouds.
Chen Pingan took a deep breath.
Holding the sword in both hands, he looked up at the sky.
Within a hundred feet, the first sword can be delivered.
But after being two hundred feet apart, you can punch first.
After the strange phenomenon appeared in the Chenghuang Temple.
Fan Weiran, who settled in Suijia City, made a prompt decision and led the Baodong Immortal monks and the Qi practitioners who were attached to his sect to quickly leave Suijia City and go to Cangyun Lake together. After all, the Lake Lord was
I owe her Fan Weiran a big favor. I forgive him for not being able to control his evil eyes like that night at the banquet after his vitality was seriously injured in Cangjun Lake. This made Yan Qing, her ancestor,
Here, I had an excuse to leave the Dragon Palace banquet, saying that I was going to the water temple of the owner of the Zaoxi Canal to relax. After that, there were constant turmoil. After Yan Qing came to this city, he felt a little uneasy, not to mention her.
Fan Weiran, even Yan Qing's nephews and fellow monks, all saw some clues.
Fan Weiran's deep-seated hatred for the young Sword Immortal increased even more, daring to break my Yan Yatou's Taoist heart! She has been designated by that Immortal as the future Immortal Family of Baodong Wonderland and the entire mountaintop of dozens of countries.
Once Yan Qing finally emerges as one of the candidates for the leader, Baodong Fairyland will be able to obtain another Immortal Taoism.
Baodong Wonderland and Huangyue City have been nothing more than two chess pieces secretly chosen to raise fish in ponds in dozens of countries over the years.
The so-called fighting between life and death is the same as fire and water, but how many monks from the two families have actually died? Not many, and those who died were those who seemed to be in a reasonable state, but in fact were hopeless. More died, but in fact not all of them died.
Those monks from vassal sects?
Why hasn't there been a golden body warrior in the world of more than ten countries for two hundred years? You must know that the last one was killed by his junior sister and Ye Han.
Nowadays, among the six martial arts warriors who show off their power in secular dynasties, the so-called great masters of martial arts, this person who is the best in swordsmanship and that person who is the best in boxing skills, which one is not a person who is enjoying his life in peace and contentment, but whose skin is rotten and about to die?
Fan Weiran turned to look at Yan Qing who was following him, and smiled slightly. He knew why his junior sister had to kill the golden body martial artist back then, but he knew it very well. After all, this huge secret was a treasure.
Cave Fairyland and Huangyue City were only known to each of them in the past dynasties. As for the rest of the mountains, there was no opportunity or qualification to meet the immortal.
As for the foreign swordsman who appeared inexplicably and was affected by the catastrophe, it would be best if he accidentally died in the City God's Temple. This would be considered an advantage for you, otherwise he would be seriously injured and captured by me, Fan Weiran. Compared with Bao
The unique secret of the Patriarch Hall of Dongxianjing, his Yinhou’s lighting of water lanterns in Cangjun Lake is nothing but sinister magic.
The monks from Baodong Wonderland and various vassal sects were heading in the same general direction, rushing to Cangjun Lake. However, those who could not travel far away from the wind could only rely on two legs to fly across the ground. The worst thing was just
Can ride out of the city.
After Fan Weiran Yufeng left Suijia City, he suddenly asked: "Didn't those unscrupulous military monks from Ghost Ax Palace leave the city with us?"
Next to the old woman, a junior monk from the family who was hiding in the countryside as a guest of the current prefect of the county city, respectfully said: "Reporting to the ancestor, after getting the news about me in an inn, I don't know why they didn't leave immediately.
It was said that I needed to deal with some urgent matters, so I didn't dare to stay any longer, so I left first. Finally, I found that a group of them had left Suijia City in another direction. I don't know if they will go to Cangjun Lake to join us."
Fan Weiran was furious, his face filled with evil spirits, and he asked again: "Where is that guy named Du Yu? Have you ever seen him?"
The old monk said: "We met them together at the inn. It was indeed as rumored. He has a hippie smile and is not a decent person. He is not a decent thing."
There was a lot of commotion at Cangjun Lake that night, but no monk in Suiji City dared to come close to watch the battle. When gods of the height of Cangjun Lake are fighting, you clap and applaud next to them, but no one on either side of the fight will appreciate it.
With a flick of his sleeve, he was wiped out with a slap. What's more, all the important weapons of the immortal family and all the magic techniques of the immortals are not long-sighted. If you go to the gate of hell by yourself, your death will not be in vain.
So the old monk wondered: "Why did the ancestor ask this person alone?"
Fan Weiran's face was gloomy and he didn't reveal the secret. He just sneered and said, "I'll settle the score with this bastard later!"
The premise is of course that the foreign swordsman surnamed Chen died, or lost most of his life in Suijia City.
While Yan Qing was enjoying the wind, he glanced back at the vague outline of Suijia City.
Vaguely visible, a golden talisman exploded at the bottom of the Sea of Heavenly Tribulation Clouds.
Yan Qing sighed quietly in his heart.
Then a young swordsman who knows how to calculate people's hearts is actually a fool.
On the top of the Black Glaze Mountain, which is further away from Suijia City than Cangjun Lake, in a slightly rough mountaintop viewing pavilion, stood a slender middle-aged man, dressed as plainly as a man from a well-off man in the market, with ornaments hanging on his body.
Only the jade plaque hanging on his waist.
The man stretched out his fingers and gently stroked the seal characters on the jade plaque, thinking deeply.
The handsome young man He Lu sat aside and took off the yellowed bamboo flute. He was gently wiping this beloved magical instrument with a piece of rare silk woven by the immortal family.
The middle-aged man just looked at Suijia City. The extremely thick black clouds were slowly moving downwards. It was as if the entire sky was drooping down on the world. At a glance, the top of the sea of clouds could not be seen at all.
A white-haired old man sitting cross-legged said with a smile: "Heaven and earth are connected for no reason. This is a great catastrophe in the world. City Lord, after this catastrophe occurs, I think the landscape array of this black-glazed mountain cannot be preserved. It will still be like that.
My mother-in-law is planning carefully and has hooked up with Yin Hou of Cangjun Lake. In this matter, we can only choose Black Glaze Mountain and spend our own money to build the formation, so we can take advantage of it."
The white-haired old man kept beating his legs and said bitterly: "I really don't know what that foreign swordsman is thinking. Even if he wants to take food from both us and Baodong Wonderland, you can wait until the exotic treasure appears in the world, right?
If he really killed the City God, the catastrophe will come to him. What the hell is he planning? City Lord, I don’t have a bright mind, can you tell me something? I can’t figure it out even if I encounter someone who breaks my head.
The thing is, when you see a beautiful woman who is charming and has a hot mouth, you will feel itchy."
The man standing in the pavilion is Ye Han, the lord of Huangyue City.
Ye Han said: "A foreign swordsman rushed in to disrupt the game. In fact, the chess game is still the same, and the situation has not changed much. Any accidents caused by this person's cultivation will be almost wiped out by the catastrophe. What I am worried about is not this.
The people are not Baodong Wonderland and Fan Weiran, but a few outsiders who are also strangers. Compared with this upright swordsman, they are much more sneaky. For the time being, I only know that the foxy girl from Yinping Kingdom belongs to
one of them."
As soon as the white-haired old man heard about the fox charm, he immediately became interested, "The Emperor of the Yinping Kingdom is the flowing water, and the Queen is the iron queen. Haha, it's really funny. It turns out that they are from other places. Let me just say, we have the customs of dozens of countries.
But you can’t raise a sky fox with five tails.”
Ye Han shook his head and said: "She is hiding deep, but she is actually a six-tailed golden elixir realm fox charm. This news was obtained by Huang Yuecheng with the life of a Dragon Gate realm monk."
The white-haired old man exclaimed: "Then I will have to walk around her when I see her in the future. Damn it, Golden Core Realm! Isn't it the same as you, the city lord?!"
He Lu was just wiping the bamboo flute and was not interested in these secrets, which were considered to be the most important events on the mountain.
Ye Han shook his head and said: "There is a huge difference between monks in the same realm. The fox spirit is naturally unique in bewitching ordinary people. But when it comes to fighting in battle, the fox spirit has never been good at it. I don't think she can beat Fan Weiran. But since she comes from
Those who come from other places must have one or two special magical weapons nearby. Fan Weiran and I will catch and kill them, and the chances of winning are not too great. We don't even have extravagant hopes of successfully killing them."
Ye Han turned around and smiled: "If there is a chance, if the sword that the stranger has been carrying is really a magic weapon, I can fight for it afterwards and see if I can barter it and give it to you as a gift."
The white-haired old man was confused, "City Lord, how can you barter? Also, what else do you need to fight for here?"
Ye Han shook his head, "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask."
After hearing the promise from the Lord of Huangyue City, He Lu's eyes lit up. Suddenly, when the handsome young man glanced in the direction of the city from the corner of his eye, his eyes became brighter and brighter as if a wick had been cut.
Ye Han shook his head, "Don't think about it. Not to mention you, even I don't dare to have any unnecessary thoughts."
Ye Han's expression became solemn, and he spoke with ripples in his heart: "He Lu, the war is about to begin. I must remind you a few words. Although your qualifications and luck are slightly better than Yan Qing's, you can follow me to the Immortal Mansion to meet the immortal. Although
The immortal himself did not show up, but just asked people to receive you and me. It is considered an honor. You are equivalent to walking in front of Yan Qing. But on this mountain, those who practice a hundred miles are only half ninety. The difference between the two sides is just one level.
It's no different from cloud mud, so the little boy in that immortal mansion dares to yell and disrespect me with the support of that immortal. That rare treasure has already been revealed to you, it is an innate sword embryo.
, Sword embryos in the world are divided into people and things. The former determines whether he can become a sword immortal since he was born. Later, it is even more amazing that a Qi practitioner who is not a sword embryo can become a sword immortal. This
Even if I, Ye Han, grab this once-in-a-lifetime rare treasure without knowing it and give it to you, ask yourself, how can you take it and hold it?"
He Lu put away his bamboo flute, stood up, and said respectfully: "Disciple understands!"
Then we drove to the top of a mountain in the north outside the city.
The man with a sword, already wearing a pair of divine armor, looked back at the Chenghuang Temple.
Du Yu didn't understand, even if he was beaten to death, he wouldn't understand.
Why is the senior who is the best at calculating gains and losses and people's hearts so impulsive?
How can the lives of tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of ordinary people be compared with the cultivation and life of your predecessor, a swordsman?!
These treacherous words, even if the senior was standing in front of him now, he Du Yu would dare to shout out loudly. Even if he was slapped half to death, or even detained in the soul cage, he Du Yu would have to ask a question.
ask.
It was nightfall this day.
The sea of clouds sinks like heaven and earth colliding.
Except for the monks at the Cangjun Lake Dragon Palace and the Black Glazed Mountain Pavilion, Fan Weiran and Ye Han paid the price respectively to be able to see the mountains and rivers with their palms, and were able to see the last scene. The other qi practitioners on the mountain who had dispersed all the birds and beasts saw
It is better to follow the people in the city who are destined to live a life of mediocrity.
But even Fan Weiran, Yan Qing, Ye Han and He Lu beside him could only be seen in the narrow space between the sky and the earth, which was a hundred feet above the ground and a hundred feet away from the clouds.
There was a man in green shirt who wielded a sword and kept punching.
After the sea of clouds still slowly sank to a hundred feet away from Suiji City.
Fan Weiran and Ye Han removed their magical powers almost at the same time, both of them turned slightly pale.
The last scene was a golden sword light rising from the human world, as if from south to north, instantly cutting through the entire sea of clouds.
After that, in the whole county, there was only the sound of thunder, the sword light lingering in the sea of clouds, and the fleeting bursts of talisman light.
The sky and the earth finally returned to silence, and the sea of clouds that enveloped the entire city slowly dissipated.
In the official prison in Suijia City, a strange sword light, which was far darker than night, broke out of the ground, pulled out an extremely long black line reaching into the sky, and then flew away.
Ye Han in the Black Glaze Mountain Pavilion and Fan Weiran in the Cangjun Lake Dragon Palace have a clear understanding of each other, and they issue orders at the same time, preparing to fight for the rare treasure that has finally been born.
Thousands of immortal masters from all directions, wild cultivators trying to pick up the slack, and martial arts warriors attached to Qi practitioners, all sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain, chasing the black line.
Then, after the black line flew for more than a hundred miles, it was suddenly swallowed by a little monkey, and an old man hid it in his sleeve and began to escape.
A chase and chaotic battle began.
Only an inconspicuous monk from Ghost Ax Palace rushed towards Suiji City.
I saw that the entire Suijia City, including the city walls, and all the buildings over seven feet high, seemed to have been flattened with a knife.
The man in snow-white armor rushed up to the top of the city. He hesitated, but in the end he did not enter the city immediately. He walked around the top of the city. As far as he could see, the City God Temple seemed to have been reduced to ruins, and there were many tall buildings of wealthy families.
It collapsed to the ground. In Suiji City, there was a lot of noise, mixed with countless shouts and cries, one after another. Almost every household lit a lamp. Probably from the first day of Suiji City's founding, there has never been a night when no one, rich or poor, could
Lighting the lamps in unison can make it as bright as day.
Du Yu gritted his teeth and did not dare to swim against the wind. He put away the nectar armor and put the armor pills into his sleeves. Then he secretly jumped off the wall and did not dare to walk on the street. He just chose the small roads in the streets and alleys and ran
Toward the City God's Temple.
Along the way, the children were crying, the women were busy comforting them, the young men were cursing, the old people were chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha at home, those who had wooden fish were knocking on the wooden fish, and some bold hooligans were poking around, hoping to find some opportunities to make a fortune.
Wealthy people began to put up the talismans they bought from temples and Taoist temples with huge sums of money. No matter what they were, they put them up.
When they arrived at the street outside the Chenghuang Temple, Du Yu rushed in and saw only a bloody and bloody man with no flesh on his body. He was standing there with a sword in both hands.
Du Yu glanced at the long sword with dim golden light, shook his head fiercely, slapped himself several times, then clasped his hands together, with firm eyes, and said softly: "Senior, don't worry, trust me Du Yu, I will
I'm just carrying you to a secluded place, it's not a good place to stay for a long time!"
Du Yu waited for a moment, "Since senior doesn't say anything, do you think he agreed?!"
Finally, Du Yu walked up to the man with the sword.
He was about to squat down and carry his senior behind his back.
Du Yu failed to see a scene that could shatter his courage.
The senior who could no longer be said to be a person slowly turned his head and moved his fingers slightly.
High above the sky, a foreign monk stood still against the wind, hesitated for a moment, and then walked away.
Du Yu patted his head and remembered that this sword was in the way. How could he carry it on his back?
Du Yu wanted to gently open the senior's fingers, but they didn't move at all. Du Yu looked sad, what should he do?
When Du Yu's finger barely touched the hilt of the sword, his whole body was thrown away. His soul was shaken violently and he was in instant pain. It was no less than the previous experience at the Narcissus Temple of the Master of Shaoxi Canal, where he was given the powerful energy to blow through the three of his predecessors.
Seven souls!
Du Yu struggled to get up, vomiting out a large mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, and he spread his hands, and the fingers almost turned into coke.
Then the sword suddenly trembled on its own, left the senior's hands, gently swept back behind the senior, and was gently sheathed.
The great monk in the sky, who was looking at the mountains and rivers with his palms and continuing to look at the ruins of the City God's Temple, sighed softly, seemingly full of regret, and then really left.
Only then was Du Yu able to carry the bloody man with bones everywhere, scurrying around like a headless fly, walking through narrow alleys again and again, or climbing up walls, and finally found an uninhabited, dilapidated place.
In the courtyard, Du Yu kicked open a small room covered with cobwebs. He wanted to put the senior who was dripping with blood from behind on the bed, but when he saw the broken wooden bed without a quilt and covered with dust, he had no choice but to put it on the bed.
He hooked up an almost rotten rickety wooden chair and gently placed the man on the creaking chair. Du Yu, who was already covered in blood, took out a porcelain bottle and gently placed it on the chair beside the man.
, Du Yu took a few steps back and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Senior, I, Du Yu, am afraid of death, really afraid of death, so this is all I can do."
Du Yu smiled bitterly and said: "If senior is not dead, but Du Yu is caught by others while senior is recovering from his injuries, I will still tell them the address of this place clearly."
The man on the chair was as silent as death.
Du Yu clasped his fists, left the house, and gently closed the door.
Du Yu's head was already in a mess. He originally wanted to rush out of Suijia City and run back to his parents in Ghost Ax Palace. However, when he left the house, he was blown by the cool breeze and immediately woke up. Not only could he not return to Ghost Ax Palace alone,
Palace, absolutely not. The top priority is to erase the intermittent bloodstains! This is not only saving others, but also saving oneself! After Du Yu made up his mind, there was no longer any sign of weakness in his legs and feet. While there were quietly traces of reason along the way, Du Yu also
I started to assume that if I were that senior, how would he solve his current situation.
After Du Yu closed the door and left.
The half-dead man who was slumped on the chair had a pair of deep eyes that slowly opened and then closed again.
After dawn.
The officials, big and small, from the city government office, the wealthy families and the people in the market all began to be anxious and busy.
After hearing about the accidents at the City God's Temple one after another, a theory began to spread for some reason that it was the City God who helped them block the sea of clouds of unknown origin, so that the entire City God's Temple suffered a major disaster.
People flocked to burn incense and kowtow outside the ruins of the Chenghuang Temple. All the incense shops in the street were looted, and there were many fights over the incense.
The scene was the same at the Fire God Temple. The temple had completely collapsed, and the clay statue enshrined in the Fire God Temple had been smashed to the ground and shattered.
Two days later.
Many unfamiliar faces began to appear in Suijia City again. Another day passed. The prefect of Suijia City, who had been mourning for his heir, no longer had the embarrassment of an ant in the hot pot of the previous two days. His face was full of red, and he gave an order to ask all the subordinates in the government offices and everyone.
, went to search for a young man in blue shirt with a vermilion flask hanging from his waist. Everyone had a portrait in their hands. It was said that he was a vicious and vicious bandit who was crossing the border. The more everyone looked at him, the more they saw that he was a bad guy. In addition, the county magistrate's mansion had a lot of money.
As long as there are traces of this person, there is a reward of one hundred gold. If it can be brought to the government office, it can also be recommended by the prefect himself, and he can get a high-ranking official position! In this way, not only the government will
Up and down, many well-informed wealthy families also regarded this matter as a good job to try their luck, and all the servants and servants left the house.
Not only the accompanying county, but also the entire county and the officials of surrounding prefectures and counties began to hunt for this person.
After one day, the people in Suijia City all realized that something was strange.
In the sky and in the city, many legendary immortals appeared in the clouds and mist.
As soon as they saw their whereabouts, young, old, women and children began to kneel down and kowtow in various places in the city.
But at night on this day, in the Fire God Temple, a bearded man who looked like a clay statue suddenly appeared. He was more than ten feet tall. Relying on the incense that had never been so pious in the past few days, he forced himself to give up the last breath.
In this tone, at the last moment when the golden body was crumbling and about to explode, he showed his true body and loudly told the story of the sword immortal's righteous deeds! He was definitely not some foreign villain who harmed the Chenghuang Temple and caused natural disasters.
The urgent words of the god of the Fire God Temple spread throughout the entire city in an instant.
The common people looked at each other in shock, and at the government office, the prefect was even more furious.
But before he could say more, a magic weapon flew from a very far distance to Suijia City and crashed into the God of Fire Temple.
The man with the big beard and the golden body himself shattered into pieces and turned into little bits of golden light, scattered in all directions.
The magic weapon still refused to give up and directly destroyed the entire Fire God Temple.
At dusk that day, a young man wearing a snow-white robe and a vermilion wine flask hanging from his waist walked to the haunted house, opened the door, and then closed the door.
In the night, he held a bamboo fan, sat on the roof, drank wine and admired the moon, and finally fell asleep drunk.
Apart from his slightly pale face, in the eyes of the people in the market, this man looked like an immortal.
After he appeared, almost all the Qi practitioners in the city quietly retreated like a tide.
Because two monks who did not believe in evil approached the haunted house late at night. As soon as they approached the wall, two sword rays penetrated their heads and killed them on the spot.
The next day, the man went to the Fire God Temple, lit three sticks of incense, and then returned to the haunted house.
There was a particularly eye-catching guest in the haunted house that day.
Du Yu, a monk from Ghost Ax Palace.
In a courtyard of the ghost house, the sword fairy in white was sitting on a small bench. Du Yu stood aside with a sad face, "Senior, I am really dead now! Why do you have to keep me here? I just came to see senior
It’s just my safety.”
The man shook the bamboo fan gently, with a smile on his face that Du Yu always felt was a little strange and unfamiliar, and slowly said with a smile: "If you leave today, you are really going to die."
Inside the Cangjun Lake Dragon Palace.
Ye Han, the lord of Huangyue City, actually sat opposite Fan Weiran of Baodong Wonderland, his mortal enemy.
The monks and vassal forces on both sides were arranged one by one according to their level of realm and the strength of the mountain. It was the first time that so many immortal monks appeared in the Dragon Palace at the same time.
The Lord of Lake, Marquis Yin, did not sit on the dragon chair, but lazily sat on the steps. In this way, all three parties seemed to be on equal footing.
Yan Qing and He Lu happened to be sitting next to Fan Weiran and Ye Han respectively.
The two sides have already agreed on the first thing.
Since the rare treasure has been snatched away by the accomplices of the Sword Immortal named Chen, and the Sword Immortal was seriously injured and had to stay in Suijia City, there is no reason to let him leave Yinping Country alive. It is best to kill him directly.
In Suijia City.
According to Yin Hou, Lord of Cangjun Lake, in addition to the magic weapon carried on his back, this person also possesses more valuable treasures, enough for anyone who participates in the encirclement and suppression to get a share of the pie!
Fan Weiran sneered and said: "Then who should be sent to test this person's injury now? Those two wastes of the lower fifth realm who don't know how they died are obviously not up to the task. City Lord Ye, you Huangyue City has a large number of people and is not as good as you.
Contribute a little bit?"
The monks on Ye Han's side began to bang the table and curse.
The fight for the rare treasure and the pursuit of the old foreigner who hid the little monkey had many twists and turns, and both sides actually suffered heavy casualties.
He Lu suddenly smiled and said: "Those with low cultivation level, and those martial arts techniques that are even more ineffective, cannot test this person's strength at all. In fact, I feel that even if I go by myself, I may not be able to succeed."
Yinhou, Lord of the Lake, sat on the central step and said with a smile: "That guy has careful thoughts, cunning methods, and ruthless attacks. He is an extremely difficult master. You have all seen the pitiful situation in which Cangyun Lake is now.
, the ugly talk is to give both of you a place to discuss things. Don't steal the chicken but lose the rice. Once he still has the strength to follow others' clues and kill us, I will be finished as soon as you run away.
.”
He Lu gently tapped the palm of his hand with the bamboo flute in his hand, "If you really want to test this person, why not kill Du Yu? Not only will it save trouble, but it will also be effective. When the time comes, Du Yu's body will be thrown outside the city. Let's put aside our prejudices and work sincerely."
Cooperate, set up a formation over there in advance, and just wait and see."
Fan Weiran slapped the table and laughed loudly: "I have never seen your boy so pleasing to the eye, so I will just follow your opinion!"
The old woman's gaze shifted, "Ye City Lord, what do you think?"
Ye Han smiled and nodded.
Yan Qing lowered his gaze and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
That night.
In Cangjun Lake Dragon Palace, both sides looked at each other in shock after learning the news.
He Lu's face was as gloomy as water.
The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, couldn’t quite laugh anymore.
Do you think it’s a bit unreasonable to act as a matchmaker for the two parties this time? But don’t almost kill all the owners of the River God Canal, and then destroy this old nest with a sword.
Ye Han said softly: "It takes a hundred days to break the muscles and bones. This is what ordinary masters do. We cultivators will only be in more trouble. Since the sword cultivator suffered such a serious injury, we will take care of it slowly."
I drove up and down the city this year and had a good time at the end of the year, but there was nothing festive about New Year's Eve. Going door to door during the first month was even more depressing, and everyone complained endlessly.
So some people who didn't have much grievances at first started to complain.
Then, over at the haunted house, some characters who looked like ordinary people began to appear.
Later, there were more and more people.
Later, real people from the market came to whisper and point.
When a child threw stones at the haunted house and cursed, he got out of hand.
There were a lot of discussions, and they were all complaints. From the earliest encouragement to the last, everyone spoke from the bottom of their hearts.
Complaining about the so-called Sword Immortal, since he is so powerful, why did he cause Suijia City to destroy so many properties?
Du Yu was leaning against the courtyard wall and almost burst into anger when he heard this.
After striding back to the senior, he sat down on the small bench. Du Yu clenched his hands into fists, feeling extremely aggrieved. "Senior, if you continue like this, it will be normal not to mention throwing stones and throwing excrement at others. You really don't want me to go out and take care of it."
Tube?"
The man in white lying on a bamboo chair still shook his bamboo fan gently and said with a smile: "What day is it today?"
As for the sheathed long sword, it was casually thrown beside the bamboo chair.
This senior is really generous. He cut down green bamboo from the bamboo garden and built such a bamboo chair with his own hands. He lay here and slept all day long.
And after getting along for a long time, Du Yu noticed that he was not exactly the same as the senior he first met. He always felt that something was different.
After Du Yu heard the senior's question, he was stunned for a moment and counted with his fingers, "Senior, it's February 2!"
The man sat up suddenly, closed his bamboo fan, stood up, narrowed his eyes and smiled and said: "It's a good day."