Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Before making this decision, Chi Lin had already asked Su Qingyue to conduct an investigation on Dao Wuhou. As for where Su Qingyue found the door, he chose to respect the privacy of his friend.

"I believe you and Si Le know it well." Su Qingyue didn't delve into it.

Because he knows that his friend has other responsibilities on his shoulders, and every decision he makes has been carefully considered.

Chi Lin said: "Actually, I haven't discussed this matter with my senior sister yet."

This was an idea that came to him on a whim. After thinking about it, he immediately found a friend to verify it. Remember to explain it to Lin Ruomei before he comes.

"Then you can discuss it now. If you want to thank me, remember to leave me a glass of wedding wine in the future. I have to go back and make medicine for the two patients. I will stay soon this time, my friend."

Obviously, Mr. Wen Yuan didn't intend to give his friend a chance to refute. Some things are on the bright side.

Watching his friend leave, Chi Lin folded the letter, turned and left:

"Heaven sends continuous rain to moisten the mountains and green mountains, and sings to the heart of wild herdsmen; the gods come with a blazing flame, burning out the ignorance and hidden dragons."

…………

the other side.

"The latest news, there are two more people under the sword, and under the knife is now more lively than under the sword."

A figure leaped onto the wall and shared the latest information with the two people in the courtyard. Xiao Wuren, who was sitting in the courtyard, paused when he saw this, and the words that came out were somewhat helpless:
"The door is over there."

Yuan Wuxiang seems to have never heard of this, the bad habit of jumping off the wall and not going through the main entrance, I don't know when it spread.

After hearing the news, Yajiu, who was sitting not far away, took out a rectangular strange thing, and all the names of the Monument of the World Fate appeared on it. The young man sighed:
"This scale is the only way to reach the top."

"An evenly matched opponent is the best opponent. If you can solve it with one move, then the gains in the battle may be minimal."

Entering Yuan Wuxiang in the courtyard, at the same time as speaking, he went to sit down opposite Yajiu, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.

Then, he spoke to Xiao Ren who was not far away:

"Actually, if you are willing, you can take the time to visit Gui Xin Abyss. Senior Wu Chi has left a legacy there. With your understanding, you should be able to gain something."

"I have heard Master mention this before."

Xiao Wuren's movements did not stop because of this, Yuan Wuxiang's current proposal, he had heard it before, only heard Kong Gu's remnant voice and continued:
"At that time, Master said something: The Heavenly Sword is already invincible, so why use someone else's weapon.

I have known the way before, and the inheritance of Wu Chi can be seen from you. "

Although he felt that the master's words were a bit exaggerated, but Xiao Ren had indeed figured out the way ahead, and all kinds of martial arts could not help him.

Hearing this, Yuan Wuxiang sighed: "You can walk the path of Heavenly Sword Invincibility, unlike me, I am now worried and have a headache."

"Did Daoshu write back to you?" Ya Jiu asked concerned.

"The old man asked me to try my best." Yuan Wuxiang put the teacup back on the table and spread his hands together: "Now I can't choose a sword, and the spear and bow are also troublesome. How about I try the first risk?"

"With the Tiandao War Box here, what are you afraid of?" The young man looked contemptuous.

He felt that Yuan Wuxiang was too stable, or too salty.

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's that it's too troublesome."

"Ok?"

At the same time that Yuan Wuxiang spoke, the young man's eyes suddenly froze, obviously there was a change on the Fengyun Monument.

"What's wrong."

"Jingxian Xingyu Ji Wuying, Xuan Zhenjun has an opponent."

Yuan Wuxiang said thoughtfully, "I seem to have heard of this name before."

"The bow of the Seventh Cultivation of Martial Arts." Yajiu revealed the answer: "In addition to Taiyu Jinghong and Yiliu Yi, as well as the leader of the Seventh Cultivation of the Swordsman, we have all the swords, spears and bows this time."

"As for the other Jianlu Baihua Xueaiji, in addition to being a swordsman in the Hall of Fame of Discussion of Swords, she is also a person who seals the sword tower. Her sword is named Xueai Kunlun because of her achievements in Zhouyi."

Compared with those passers-by, the information Yajiu knows is obviously more detailed, and he even has some secrets.

Yuan Wuxiang joked, "As expected of the young master of the underworld in the Southern Region."

"You can eat or not, and you can't talk nonsense. Be careful and I will sue you for slander."

"Huh? Who dares to sue this official!"

"All in all, the key to her swordsmanship lies in a word of calculation, which happens to be fundamentally restrained by Brother Xiao."

After the boring slapstick ended, Ya Jiu also analyzed the other person's information along with it:
"And her sword art should not be perfected yet. As for the other Wuxiangjian, in fact, it should be called Jian Wuxiang. I heard Uncle Jiuxia mention this person, and now it should also not be able to achieve great success."

"That can be called a master." Yuan Wuxiang slightly nodded.

"On the side of the sword, apart from the creator of the Seven Cultivators and Brother Lin, only Senior Sword God deserves attention. Forget it, I will visit in person later."

What really surprised Ya Jiu was Jiu Qiansheng, who had successfully passed the test in just a few years, and even left his name on the Fengyun Monument. He decided to visit this senior later.

Xiao Wuren didn't interrupt, just played the qin and listened to the conversation between the two.

…………

Drizzle in the empty mountains, wake up the plains at night, whose misty rivers and lakes are this?
A bamboo boat?A cold shadow?Or Yique Shangge?
"Whose rivers and lakes, there is no wind and rain; whose life, there is a way out:
Yesterday was confused, leaving today's clarity;

It's just that the original filming is damaged; one step is one step, and one scene is damaged;
Memories collapse, and there is a desert in front of you;
When people are on a journey, they ask for directions carefully;

The people and the land are unfamiliar, and the sky is dark in a blink of an eye;

When the wind and snow come, Shang Jing will take care of the moonlight;
To comprehend, to suppress the prison;

One step, two steps, time is wasted;

Wrong steps, where is the way back.

Not escaping, getting used to it, it’s fine..."

The lonely boat, who exiled it?
Exile, and whose salvation is it?
The raindrops falling from the sky, under the intention of bleakness, condensed into pieces of snowflakes and fell on the shoulders of the people on board.

Sitting quietly, holding a suspender and a bamboo basket beside him.

However, there was no fish stored in the bamboo basket.

"Ok?"

At this moment, the atmosphere of the world changed suddenly, and the person sitting quietly on the bamboo boat immediately stood up, exhaled his breath, and confronted the sudden appearance of the saber intent.

"One is cold and the sky is sharp, one shadow is lonely and the other is crazy; one boat is full of wind and frost and one moon is full of hatred."

Clang, clang, clang—

The melodious sound of luan bells reverberated on the river, and a unicorn walked out slowly from the rippling space, and a carriage was pulled by him, even on the river, it was still as if walking on flat ground.

Immediately, the cold poetry echoed.

"There is no solitary smoke in the desert, and the long bow and flint arrows are red bones; the strategy is to respond to the sky and open the territory, and the king's tent and chess only respect the mystery."

A boat and a car, looking at each other from a distance on the wide river.

Rebel Tianjiu's eyes narrowed slightly: "The king of the Qilin clan."

"The King of the Golden Tree Clan." The sword-tailed unicorn was also surprised.

"Why did you come here?"

Marquis Jiuqi of the Jinshu Clan in the past, now the No. 1 Judgment of Demons, asked the old man that the royal family that can survive today is not completely without communication in the chaotic era.