Qing Ming

A round of bright white moon hangs high in the endless dark night sky, and the blue-black Beastmaster Mountain looks more and more mysterious under the moonlight, and the crawling giant beast has already shown its sharp minions.

Among the mountains, there is a chic little hut. There is a round stone table in the open space in front of the door. There is a simple teapot on the table. Two men are tasting the amber liquid in the cup. The difference is the fragrance in the teapot. Tea was replaced by fine wine.

"Brother, don't you really want to go down the mountain to have some fun?" Qionghong asked casually while playing with the white jade wine glass in his hand.

"Thinking, I'm afraid it's coming to an end now. Is it possible for me to clean up the battlefield now?" Liu Qiankun raised his head and poured all the fine wine in his cup into his mouth, with a bit of gloom in his words.

"Haha, don't worry, don't worry!" Qionghong raised his head and laughed loudly, the laughter rippled far away, echoing endlessly in the mountains.

...Liu Qiankun was angry for a while, and he couldn't help being a little surprised and angry: I finally got a chance to see a big scene, but I didn't expect to be dragged here to fill my stomach with water. It seems that I will find a way to get rid of those who have made a lot of money tomorrow. The beast generals dig some benefits!

The eyeballs turned twice, and finally landed on the banner with the word "Tao" floating slightly in the mountain wind on the door curtain. A flash of light came to his mind, and a curved arc was drawn at the corner of his mouth. He smiled brightly, even Yu a little wretched.

Just when Liu Qiankun was looking forward to his big plan to make a fortune, he unexpectedly discovered that Qionghong was also smiling, and two slightly squinted eyes were exposed under the golden mask.

"Several friends, since you are here, why hide your head and show your tail, why don't you come over and have a few glasses of water and wine together?" Qiong Hong's voice was like a bell.

Liu Qiankun's heart skipped a beat: Could it be that someone has sneaked into Wanshou Mountain unknowingly?It's not mediocre to be able to avoid the eyes and ears of all the beasts. It seems that I haven't completely missed this 'big fun' yet!Thinking of this, I was secretly happy.

Sure enough, four figures flashed out from behind a huge weathered rock not far away. The four were dressed as ordinary sergeants. The pitch-black shuttle armor was dim under the night, and the drooping heads made it impossible to see the faces of the four. It's like four extra human-shaped rocks appeared out of thin air on the opposite side.

The four of them stood quietly on the spot, without saying a word, and they didn't even bother to raise their heads. Just when Liu Qiankun was so depressed that he wanted to scold his mother, a cold and domineering aura rushed towards his face as if it were real, overwhelming Liu Qiankun. The breath was stagnant, so depressing, like a huge boulder pressing on the chest, making people breathless.

Qionghong moved, and a golden light flashed in front of Liu Qiankun, standing proudly in front of Liu Qiankun, blocking the stormy momentum with his body, and said with a sneer, "I never thought there would be fools like you who are nostalgic for mortals in this world, so why would you want to come to my Ten Thousand Beast Forest to play wild?" Is it?"

The raised head proclaimed the arrogance of his dragon clan, and the golden dragon armor released thousands of golden lights, dazzling like Venus in the dark night.

"Golden Dragon?" A man in black armor finally raised his head and asked, his voice was as cold as ice, without any emotion.

Qionghong didn't answer, but stood with his hands behind his back, and a monstrous aura surged out like waves, instantly sweeping away the haze from the four men in black armor, and Liu Qiankun behind him felt refreshed. Feeling refreshed, with a flick of the palm, the Qingming sword was held in his hand.

The leader of the black armor said: "The dragon spirit is so strong, the four generals of Tianxing came here this time, just to ask for a few drops of dragon blood, and have no intention of making enemies with fellow Taoists."

Although his tone softened a lot, it sounded to Qionghong's ears like a kind of provocative provocation. Liu Qiankun who was behind him jumped out with a huff, and pointed at the long sword in his hand, "Hmph! You four zombies are like you!" If the guy wants to hurt my elder brother, he can only step over my dead body!"

He spoke impassionedly, but the rusty long sword in his hand was dim. If you didn't look closely, you might think he was gesticulating with a fire stick, but what he heard was chest surging in Qionghong's ears, and he secretly said: My brother is like this, what regrets in this life?

The four soldiers are the guardian gods who have been worshiped as gods by the kings of the Tianxing Empire for generations. These four are brothers, but they swore to protect the Tianxing Empire because they owed the King Tianxing a great kindness ten thousand years ago. The country will never soar, and few people except the current king know the existence of these four people, and only the king of Tianxing can invite the four people to come out of the mountain.

The four god generals didn't take Liu Qiankun seriously at all, and slowly drew a weapon from behind. The movements were very slow, but there was an invisible pressure in every gesture of the four of them.

"Brother, don't be impatient, let me teach you the brilliant moves of the four fellow Taoists!" Qionghong patted Liu Qiankun on the shoulder, and took a few steps forward.

Four seemingly ordinary short knives, simple and heavy, without flash or sharpness, lay flat in the hands of the four, forming a seamless body.

Qionghong stood proudly with his paws folded across his chest, the extremely cool golden cloak fluttering on his back, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

Liu Qiankun took a few steps back knowingly, holding a few dark pebbles secretly in his palms, he had already made up his mind: as soon as he found something wrong, he would immediately use these stones dug from Yinyang Spring to greet these four eccentrics. guy.

The man in black armor said calmly: "Are you really unwilling to give up a few drops of dragon's blood?"

Qionghong raised his claws and said: "If you want to fight, fight, why do you need to talk too much?"

The three men in black armor moved, raised the short knives in their hands, and finally raised their heads. Liu Qiankun could see clearly that the four of them looked alike, even the soybean-sized mole on the center of their eyebrows was exactly the same.

The appearance is very ordinary, the typical middle-aged public face, the Chinese character face, the beard, and the eyes are very indifferent, as if he is not going to face a fight now, like four vegetable farmers with hoes on their backs. They were completely numb.

Four men in black armor surrounded Qiong Hong in four directions, but no one paid attention to Liu Qiankun who was standing aside. The poor man was directly ignored.

Qionghong smiled and said, "Don't dirty my brother's place." After speaking, he lifted his feet off the ground, turned into a golden rainbow, and rose to a height of hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye.

The four gods will look at each other, and they will draw four afterimages in mid-air. In front of Xiaoyao, only Liu Qiankun is left staring on the ground, staring at everything that happened in the air with his head up.

The fight between Qionghong and the four generals didn't have any bells and whistles, nor did they use any magic weapons. It was very simple. A pair of dragon claws faced four short knives. It was so slow that even Liu Qiankun on the ground could see clearly.

It's even a bit like the slow motion on TV before, one paw goes over, the short knife blocks it, and the rest of them slash with their knives. This is no peak duel, it's just like a street gangster grabbing a watermelon knife and chopping someone. But the people who were hacked seemed to be stronger than these little gangsters.

Liu Qiankun stretched his neck and watched from below. The battle in mid-air was still so dull, except for the thunderous explosion when the dragon claw collided with the dagger, there were some brilliant sparks blooming like stars in the night sky. Fireworks in bloom.

"Could it be that these so-called strongmen who have lived for tens of thousands of years are so boring when fighting?" Liu Qiankun said to himself depressedly.

How could he know that this series of unobtrusive mountains and dews is the harbinger of the approaching storm.