The old Taoist priest with an arrogant expression held his sword at his side. The wind was blowing and the leaves were falling, and there was an astonishing sense of oppression invisibly.
The Yan family had no time to recognize the sudden appearance of Miss Huang Shan, and at this time their eyes fell on the sudden appearance of the old Taoist Priest.
As the ancients said, one man can block a barrier and ten thousand men can't open it.
Today, there is an old Taoist priest who stands proudly with one sword and one person.
Ordinary demeanor.
Chen Sang, who had changed his appearance and hid among the Lu family, had a vivid face that kept twitching.
He went back to the mountains to learn advanced disguise techniques, and along with the secrets of the techniques, they were so vivid that even if he stood in front of him, it would be difficult to distinguish the real ones from the fake ones.
Along the way, he might be a peddler carrying a load to sell candy on the roadside, or he might be a slovenly man setting up a stall on the roadside. Mo Xiaoran was completely unaware of it.
At this moment, he was extremely anxious. As a monk at the fifth level of foundation building, he would not let him hide again. No matter how well he used the "Qing Sword", he would not dare to make any mistakes with his tenth level of Qi refining.
Deep down in my heart, I can only sigh. If this old Taoist threatens my junior sister, I can only block it with my body and buy my junior sister time to escape.
Lu Hanlin's master appeared domineeringly, with unparalleled strength, and the Yan family's heart was filled with despair.
At this time, a voice came from the ridge of the roof, "Old man, isn't it good to be alive? There are five or six people who insist on coming here. If Mo Jiuxuan knew that you were domineering in his father-in-law's house, he wouldn't have stripped you.
Skin."
The old Taoist was furious when he heard this. He turned around and saw that the man was as skinny as firewood, with a black sword beside him.
The heavy sword has no edge, just like the man at this moment, he looks like a sick man, but his tone, his demeanor, and his legs lying high on the ridge all show his uniqueness.
The big sword looked familiar to the old Taoist priest, and as he thought about it, a voice sounded in his heart.
"I don't want to be a thug for that bastard Mo Jiuxuan and help him kill people in vain. Mo will take the money! Get out of here!"
The old Taoist's hair stood up as he thought of the big black sword of the burly man in Cangyun Mountain. Isn't it like the sword in front of him?
Look at the girl Huangshan standing next to the old man of the Yan family, and the suspicious-looking black bear and calf behind. Who else is there besides the little girl from the Wuji Sect?
He immediately bowed to the man on the roof and said, "I'm leaving right now."
After getting up, he applied oil on the soles of his feet. No matter how much his disciple Lu Hanlin begged, he refused to answer and walked away very fast.
I'm afraid I'll get hit by a sword if I'm a little slow.
Seeing the newly raised hope collapse in a few words from a skinny man, the Lu family became disheartened again, and panic spread rapidly.
Yan Songqing was uneasy. He didn't know what the man was doing here. Is it good or bad for the Yan family?
When I wanted to express my gratitude, the man's shadow had disappeared from the roof.
They must be some roving cultivators who come and go without a trace, but they want to help the Yan family for some unknown reason?
The Lu family no longer had the desire to continue fighting. Lu Hanlin felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He stood blankly. Looking around, he felt that no one was reliable.
Mr. Yan was also in a dilemma as to how to deal with the Lu family.
Although the two families are in a fight to the death, if the members of the same family are really slaughtered as chickens and dogs, the old man asks himself that he is not that ruthless yet.
He glanced at his son, Yan Bai.
Yan Bai made a respectful listening gesture.
Mo Xiaoran suddenly felt bored. He always felt that although his grandfather was strong-willed, his heart was somewhat real.
He only asked, "Grandpa, if the Lu family wins today, how will the Yan family deal with themselves?"
After saying that, one person and two animals walked outside the courtyard to go to the Purple Bamboo Forest to take a look at the scenery.
Mr. Yan's eyes gradually turned cold, and murderous intent surged. He raised his right palm and slashed forward, saying in a cold voice, "No one will be spared."
...
Most of the strange things in the world have strange reasons.
There are as many green and dark green bamboo groves as ox hairs, and there is only one bamboo grove that is as purple as the east.
The red-blooded violent bear has blood and is endowed with magical powers. He felt an unusual throbbing in the purple bamboo forest.
It's like a heartbeat, quite rhythmic.
After telling Mo Xiaoran the news, the little girl became curious and immediately came to this strange-colored purple bamboo forest.
The fighting site is criss-crossed with ravines and canals. Large areas of forest have been destroyed, but there is still a huge sea of bamboo swaying in the wind.
This bamboo forest is strange, and several great powers have come here to find out what it is. There is no formation, nor any strange fluctuations. All the great powers left disappointed.
It was September 19th, the sky was high and the air was clear, the blue sky was as clear as water, and under a bright moon, the bamboo waves were like the sea, and the waves were like the sound of waves crashing on the shore.
No one from the Yan family came after them, and the purple bamboo forest under the scattered silver glow was strange and magnificent.
Even in Wuji Sect, the little girl has never seen such a magnificent scene.
In the bright moonlight, I don't know when bursts of sandalwood and green smoke appear in the tall and dense forest. A breeze blows on my face. The purple forest in front of me moves to both sides, and a gravel path is separated, winding forward quietly.
The scenery suddenly changed. Mo Xiaoran was a timid and timid man, holding a long spear with one hand hanging upside down on the ground. Behind him was a huge bear on one side and a cute little ox on the other. The three of them moved forward along the gravel path.
Suddenly, a burst of moist air with a fishy and salty smell blew in, and a bright light appeared in the sky, gradually expanding and illuminating the entire world.
There was a faint sound of chirping seabirds and roaring waves in his ears. Mo Xiaoran took a closer look and found that he was standing on a steep cliff, with the endless sea in front of him.
The smoke is vast, the waves are heavy, and the sky is covered with clouds and fog.
"What...is this place?"
Arriving unexpectedly from the purple bamboo forest to the beach, the little girl was surprised and delighted.
I was surprised that such magical powers must be far beyond my imagination. I was delighted that such beautiful scenery was so refreshing.
Niu Meng was panicking. When she turned around, she found that the purple bamboo forest behind her had completely disappeared. This cliff actually stood alone in the middle of the ocean. It was extremely difficult to go back.
"Xiao Ran, something is wrong, something is very wrong!"
The little ox panicked and spun around in circles.
"Why are you panic? Let's wait and see!"
Bao Xiong's voice was calm. Although Xiong Xiong was panicked by the sudden change in the scene, Bao Xiong, who grew up killing people in Donghua Mountain, was far more cautious when facing crises than Niu Meng, who grew up in Niujiazhai.
There seemed to be Sanskrit music and string music in the sky, bursts of fragrance, auspicious clouds curling up, and a brilliant brilliance.
Two golden dragons appeared in the clouds, pulling a splendid Yao chariot behind them. On both sides were boys in green clothes, holding flower baskets in their arms, and stopped at the edge of the cliff.
The boy in green had red lips and white teeth. He was no more than twelve years old. He came to Mo Xiaoran, bowed his head and said, "Master, please come and see me."
Emperor?
Mo Xiaoran blinked his big watery eyes and pointed at himself, "Are you talking to me?"
The boy in green didn't answer. He smiled slightly, stepped aside, and made a gesture of invitation.
Mo Xiaoran got into the car in a daze, and heard the red-blooded violent bear shouting loudly, "Hey, kid, where are you taking my master?
I can’t trust you, so I have to go too.”
Niu Meng shouted repeatedly, "I want to go too, I want to go too."
The boy in green pointed at the feet of the two beasts, and auspicious clouds suddenly appeared under the feet of a bear and an ox. They supported the two beasts and flew up from the cliff.
The golden dragon roared, drove the chariot, and flew into the clouds and mist deep in the sea.
I don't know how long it took, but I faintly saw a small island appearing in the clouds and mist. As I got closer, I saw a mountain peak on the island, with a pavilion built on the flat top.
The pavilion is white in color, like a crystal clear jade in the sun, reflecting the colorful rays of light, which is extremely dazzling.
The man in white clothes stood with his back turned, spotless, with the hem of his moist jade pendant gently moving in the wind, as if he were an immortal independent of the world.
Mo Xiaoran got off the cart and immediately felt a sense of peace and kindness, which made people feel calm and peaceful.
"Mo Xiaoran has met uncle!"
The little girl bowed respectfully.
The monk in white with his back to the little girl said "yo" in surprise, turned around and lowered his head to look at the girl in front of him, with a slight smile on his lips.
"We haven't seen each other for many years, and the emperor is much more polite now."
The little girl blushed and said, "I'm very well-behaved."
She also raised her head and stared at him, only to see a round face in white clothes, a faint divine light on the surface of his skin, and a pair of deep eyes that seemed to contain endless time.
The monk in white pursed his lips and chuckled, then reached out and flicked it to the side. A white jade square table appeared with a chessboard with black and white pieces on it.
"Emperor, please sit down."
This god-like monk spoke very politely to Mo Xiaoran, not treating him as a child, but as a person similar to himself.
Mo Xiaoran obediently sat down on the jade stool and looked at the chessboard.
On the chessboard, the black and white twins are inextricably killed. The black one turns into a huge dragon. If he breaks out from the white one, he can turn into a dragon and gallop across the universe.
Bai Zi has a fierce military spirit. He presses forward step by step, pursues and fights fiercely. He will never give the black dragon a chance to become a dragon. Instead, he will devour the black dragon and achieve his own destiny.
While he was looking at it, the monk in white said with a warm smile, "What do you think, Emperor?"
Mo Xiaoran said, "Uncle, my name is Mo Xiaoran, please don't call me Emperor. Besides, what is Emperor?"
The monk in white clothes laughed dumbly and stared at the girl in yellow clothes, as if he wanted to see her through, "It seems that he really doesn't remember anything."
Mo Xiaoran asked, "What do you remember?"
The white-clothed monk said, "Forgetting the past is not a bad thing. However, the Emperor... Haha, whether you call yourself the Emperor or Mo Xiaoran, this world that is about to undergo a sudden change will be a battlefield for you to turn upside down."
Mo Xiaoran was confused, "What are you talking about?"
The white-clothed monk smiled and said, "Mo Xiaoran, please look at this chessboard. Does this black man have a chance to become a dragon?"
Mo Xiaoran said, "I only know a little bit about this game of Go, and I have never studied it in depth. But on the surface, it seems that the white piece is murderous, and it vaguely surrounds the black piece. There is only one chance to pinch the seven inches of the black piece.
However, Heizi also has a chance to turn defeat into victory. Look here, Heizi has a lot of energy. As long as he can find a way to survive, he will be able to jump out of the tiger's den immediately, and the future will be bright."
The white-clothed monk smiled and nodded, "Emperor, your eyesight is still sharp, but your words are too murderous. Does it mean that the black and white pieces have no chance to draw?"
Mo Xiaoran scratched his head, "Why should I draw? No matter whether I hold black or white, the purpose is to eat up all the opponent's pieces, not to gain an advantage, but to give the opponent a chance to breathe."
Don’t you think we should cut off the weeds and get rid of the roots and be prepared for any trouble?”
The white-clothed monk was stunned, but his face was still amiable. He shook his head and said, "The Emperor's character will never change in ten thousand years. Anyway, the storm is coming. I have known you once, so I will help you once."