Legend of the Great Saint

Time flies, winter comes to spring, summer goes to autumn, and advances in an unprecedented steady pace. Ice@火!中文

On the noisy pier of Qinghe Fucheng, the continuous autumn rain, smashing thousands of miles in the river, also poured the atmosphere of this lively, a dragon boat parked in the rippling river, a man standing on the bow, staring, It is just an ordinary farmer, and it is dark and rough after the sun and rain. But when you look closely, you will find the shining light in his black eyes.

The ship will go upstream, and Li Long looks at the direction of the Qinghe River, and his thoughts are numerous.

He has left his hometown for more than ten years. Even if he is on holiday, he has never returned. He does not want to go back. There is always a busy farm work. The ripe melons are waiting to be picked, and the medicinal herbs need to be watered almost every day.

Qinghe Prefecture has been ravaged by catastrophe, but it has vacated a large area full of aura. Some of the martial art that have been destroyed, the medicines are still preserved, and the farmer’s disciples must be taken care of. It’s a moment to withdraw. This is for him. It is a rare opportunity to practice.

In this case, it takes him time to travel thousands of miles. It is almost impossible to go home once. He can only ask people to go to the house for a little silver ticket and talk about filial piety.

Now his face is black and thin, his clothes are old, like a bandit that has just been removed from the soil, and his body is filled with rusticity. So when the rain became bigger, he returned to the cabin, and the people around him had to keep some distance from him.

Many years ago, he went to study from the Wagyu Village to Qingyang City. It was just to get rid of the identity of the farmer. In the end, he became a complete farmer. It was really funny. However, this appearance, he was praised by the farmer's owner, Huang Tu Weng, as a "civil-shaped scorpion", saying that his farmer's genius intended to pass on the position of the owner.

It is just that I have paid so much hard work. His cultivation is capable of leaps and bounds. In the past ten years, he has become the chief disciple of the farmer and a ten-tier refiner from an unspeakable river and lake guest. He was originally planning to make a sigh of relief, and then spent a few years trying to break through the realm of building a foundation.

A family letter was passed from Wo Niu Village to Qingyang City, and then passed to the headquarters of Tiemenmen Gate of Qinghe Fucheng through Tiemenmen's contact line, and then handed over to his hand to learn the news of his father's illness. He hurriedly packed up his bags and embarked on the road to return home.

Before the departure, in addition to entrusting a large piece of land to the teachers and brothers to take care of him, he also went to visit a person, the only fellow Li Qingshan. Ask him if he wants to give a message, or something else.

Li Qingshan thought about it for a moment and then remembered the "Li Cunchang" person, and then let Li Long Festival mourn, and there was no sad look on his face. After a long period of time, it is hard to touch the heart of a mortal who is not a pro-independence and even offended him. His disposition does not like to pretend.

Li Long does not blame him. He has been out for so many years, and he has received his unpaid help at several key times. And even if it has become so powerful. His attitude can still be said to be equal.

Even for himself, the old face has a tendency to become increasingly blurred, and it is only after hearing the death that it suddenly becomes clear. I don’t feel particularly sad in my heart.

In the end, Li Qingshan did not give a slight message, which is also expected by Li Long. Since the break with his brother-in-law, his connection with Wo Niu Village has been weakly close to nothing.

This man has been different from ordinary people since he was a child. It is not normal until he is filled with water by the goddess, but he does not like to play with his peers. One person has to go to the oxen gang to put a cow to play the flute, which is so weird and strange. It is not human, and it is regarded as a different kind of people. Although it is not directly excluded, it does not have any deep feelings.

It was not until many years later that I realized how many of them were unusual and made a commentary on his miraculous rise.

The big ship pulled the anchor and went upstream. Qinghe Fucheng gradually went away. Li Long set foot on his way home.

The big ship passed through Jiaping City. This city, which was once the ten-room and nine-empty of the stone demon, has now resumed its vitality. It is said that even the Eagle and Wolf Temple on the mountain has resumed its establishment.

The ship continued to move upwards until the dock where the departure was made. He disembarked and took out a sealed town and called out a horse. This was his riding beast to facilitate the running around. Another day, the familiar old wall Looking far away, I suddenly realized that my hometown was not as far away as he imagined.

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Tiequanmen, two brawny men in black suits, together with the pair of mighty stone lions, stayed in front of the door. The pedestrians on the road are far away.

The man on the left looked at the sky and complained: "It’s really endless when it rains. Auntie, this weather is really bad luck!"

The man on the right shook his body. "It’s much stronger than the summer. Just stand for half an hour, just like fishing out of the water. Who wants us to get too late, martial arts is too bad? Wait a while, the two brothers find a kiln. Have a good drink and warm up."

"When Laozi became an innate master, he would sleep in the kiln later."

"Just by you!"

"What happened to me, Li Qingshan was not as good as me before, even the kiln could not afford to go! Now I heard that the entire kiln of Qinghe House is his. And that Li Long, formerly our iron fist, now It is said that all of them are tens of layers in nature."

"There are only ten layers in the innate realm, and there are dozens of layers!"

While talking, a black and thin man walked straight toward the door, his eyes fluttering in the air, looking at the familiar porter, there are countless sighs.

It is also a relatively remote place in Qingyang City, and it is close to the Cangwu Mountain Range. It belongs to the middle zone of the two demon powers. The war with the Yaozu in the past has little effect on this.

"Who!" "Country soil buns, this iron fist threshold is you can chaos, don't look around here, roll fast!"

"My name is Li Long. I am a disciple of Liu Hong's head. You have to go back and pass!"

Li Long did not know the two gatekeepers. He knew that he was a new disciple after he left. Standing there is also a prestige, but the martial arts are not enough for the second and third streams, only the ordinary people, otherwise they will not Will be sent to guard the door.

"You said you are Li Long?"

The strong man has wide eyes, although he has never met, but the name they are like a slap in the ear, it is a powerful figure from their Qingyang City Tiemen Gate, the innate tens of layers of the master, the iron lion Liu Hong every drink To brag about it.

However, looking at the dress of this person, it is not like the legendary "Li Long", how this is like the return of the land!

The two did not dare to neglect, knowing that some masters on the rivers and lakes liked to pretend, immediately went in to inform, after a while, a middle-aged man wearing a robes, walking and windy, imposing manners came out from the door. It wasn't Liu Hong. When I saw Li Long, I slammed it and took his hand up: "Teacher, it's really you!"

"Wang Lei brother." Li Long also recognized people.

Originally, the iron lion Liu Hong had already placed the position of the iron fist door in the hands of the great disciple Wang Lei, and went to the city to raise the sky.

Wang Lei patted Li Long's shoulder and revealed the color of mourning: "The younger brother, the festival is sorrowful, the uncle is so old..." Saying a word of comfort, Li Long can see that there is not much real feeling in it, just Some scenes are gone.

Li Longdao: "Life and death are life, wealth is in the sky."

Under the command of Wang Lei, Liu Hong, who sent people to ask for help outside the city, summoned all the disciples of Tiequanmen and went straight from the shadow wall to the main entrance.

"Teacher, please!" Wang Lei put his hand in the front, set the foot of the head, and emphasized the word "teacher", which meant not to forget that I was your "brother."

The relationship between the two is not a harmonious relationship. More than a decade ago, Wang Lei was often dissatisfied with Liu Hong’s eyes on Li Long. Later, he took over the position of Tiequan’s door, and this heart gradually became flat. Now I saw Li Long being dressed up, and I can’t help but feel a little comfort. He told Li Longda about the changes in the iron fist door after he left, saying that he was so proud of the iron fists and the whole Qingyang City was in control.

The original four forces were completely destroyed by Li Qingshan. Le Mazhuang has always been closed and self-defense. This is especially true after Huang’s death. Tiemen became the only force in Qingyang City. Wang Lei’s head is naturally As for the prestige, it is very responsive, even the county must look at his face, and the inner court is a group of wives and wives.

I thought to myself: "When you are outside as a practitioner, you may not be able to live in Qingyang City to be a land emperor."

Li Long is only a bit of a head. This once Qingyang City is like the whole world to him, but nowadays, it is just a small town with no humble eyes, and there is no fertile land. If Liu Hong is here, he will not be able to stop.

The two sat in the middle of the hall, Wang Lei smiled and asked: "School brother, have you been outside these years, haven't you married or have children? What do you usually do?"

"There is no end to the busy work of the farm, how can I have time to marry my wife and have children." Li Longdao, there was also a disciple who was interested in him, but he had no choice but to take care of the other, and finally he could not.

Wang Lei raised his eyebrows and horrified: "Agricultural work! The practitioners still have to plant the land?"

Li Long smiled and said: "I am a farmer's disciple~www.readwn.com~What can I do without farming?"

Wang Lei frowned and shook his head: "What does this practice mean?"

“I felt boring at the beginning, and it took a long time to find it. It’s quite interesting.” Li Longdao, working on the land, seeing the ripening of the fruit, the growth of the grass, and the feedback from the earth and the plants, the improvement is constantly improved. Unspeakable happiness.

Wang Lei squinted that he could not understand, and that Li Long was probably hard at the mouth.

In his eyes, the farmer, that is better than barely, let him plant a decade, it is better to kill him directly. Sure enough, it is "Ning is the first chicken, Mo is the cow", and his arrogant iron fist door is naturally the chicken head, which is still stronger than Li Long’s practice.

Ps: I wrote five thousand deletes three thousand yesterday, and the remaining two thousand, probably not yet used, so I am sorry. However, this process is actually quite interesting. It is a little farther away from the codeword and is a little closer to writing.