Young people's singing: playing and singing, Asking the Sword Xueyue City

Mount Qingcheng.

Under the peach blossom tree, there sat a Taoist priest in a dusty and blue-clothed Taoist robe.

He is the real person of Qingcheng Mountain, Dao Sword Immortal, Zhao Yuzhen.

And on a pine tree not far away sat a young Taoist priest, his name was Li Fansong, who was a personal disciple of Zhao Yuzhen.

Under the pine tree, the Daoist who diligently practiced the Dao was Fei Xuan, who was the other Li Fansong's master and nephew.

Fei Xuan waved his fingers with both hands, and a small dragon-elephant phantom appeared under him, and he rode up and said joyfully: "Little uncle, it's done, I have practiced the third level of the Great Dragon Elephant Power!" Ha ha!

Li Fansong glanced at the pine tree and nodded with satisfaction: "Fei Xuan, be quiet, don't disturb Master Qingxiu."

Fei Xuan scratched his head, looked at Zhao Yuzhen under the peach blossom tree in the Taoist Temple, and said in a low voice: "Got it, little uncle!" "

Fei Xuan has great respect for Zhao Yuzhen, the real person in charge, and in his eyes, Uncle Zhao Yu is a peerless genius and invincible in the world.

The Palm Sect once single-handedly let the Demon Sect bypass Qingcheng Mountain when it was crusading.

Similarly, he only recently learned from the mouth of his junior uncle Li Fansong that the original master uncle, when he was born, the sky descended auspiciously, and legend has it that he was the reincarnation of an immortal, and was taken to Qingcheng Mountain by the previous palm sect Lu Suzhen and became a closed disciple of the former palm sect.

When Master Master Uncle Zu was six years old, he had already cultivated the Great Dragon Elephant Power to the ninth level, and no one in Qingcheng Mountain had ever been able to reach such a state at such a young age, even when he was six years old, he had only just touched the threshold of the Great Dragon Elephant Power.

But the horror of the master uncle is not only here, he has practiced the immeasurable sword technique at the age of eleven, and he is the first disciple in a hundred years to also cultivate the sword art of the Dao Law. At the age of sixteen, his uncle became the seventh heavenly master of Qingcheng Mountain, and he alone combined Qingcheng Mountain Martial Arts and Heavenly Fortune, and since the founding of Qingcheng Mountain, he had never reached such a height as a disciple.

Later, Uncle Shi became the master of the sect, and countless people came to ask about the sword, but he never won over Uncle Shi, and was later called "Dao Sword Immortal" by the people of Jianghu. "

But.

Just such an invincible world's uncle ancestor has a spell that cannot be broken.

The previous master Lu Suzhen calculated that there was a great calamity in the life of the uncle Zhao Yuzhen, if the uncle did not go down the mountain in this life, Qingcheng Mountain was prosperous for a hundred years, and if he went down, he would die in the wilderness and blood would flow like a river.

This stay, that is, thirty years, never went down.

When Fei Xuan learned all this, he had great respect for this master uncle, and he was also very distressed in his heart.

He didn't understand why such a unique person would carry such a fate.

He also secretly tweaked his life, but before he counted halfway, he was cut by thunder half to death, if not for Li Fansong's timely appearance, his life would be gone, and since then, Feixuan no longer dares to calculate. Because Li Fansong told him a tragic truth afterwards, that is, the previous head tried to tell fortunes for the uncle of the master and died of heavenly punishment!

"Little Junior Uncle, why does Junior Uncle Zu keep looking at the sky, he feels a little wrong, usually he is not like this." Fei Xuan sensed that today's Uncle Shizu was unusual, and he spent more time looking at the sky than a blaze of incense.

Li Fansong said, "Yesterday I was observing the celestial phenomena, and there was a great difficulty in the apocalypse, I am afraid that Master is thinking about this matter.

Fei Xuan was curious: "There is a great difficulty in the apocalypse, could it be that the emperor Laoer is going to die?"

Li Fansong looked at Fei Xuan: "You can't count it yourself?"

"Yes, I'll try!" Fei Xuan took out a copper coin from his pocket and threw it into the air.

Li Fansong saw the copper money landed and said, "How is Feixuan?"

Fei Xuan kept calculating, sweating profusely, and was shocked: "It's over, I really got it right, that emperor old man died in the palace!"

"Fei Xuan, can you calculate how he died?" Li Fansong was shocked from under the pine tree, once this emperor dies, there will be chaos.

Fei Xuan shook his head and said, "I can't calculate it~ I can't do enough."

Zhao Yuzhen in the Taoist Temple was shocked and muttered, "Why did the death of Emperor Mingde affect my life?" "

Master~ Five years ago, you went to Apocalypse City to find Qi Tianchen of Dragon Tiger Mountain, what did you do for your apprentice?

"Why did you come back and be punished innocently?"

Zhao Yuzhen sighed helplessly, and faintly guessed the mystery: "The situation of certain death is undoubtedly born of three points of life, strange!" "

At the same time.

Mu Liang City.

Li Hanyi jumped and landed on the abandoned city wall, and saw Baili Dongjun standing in the distance drinking wine.

"What about people? Killed by you? Li Hanyi scanned for a week and found that there was no trace of Luo Qingyang.

"One step late, there is no one in this city!" Baili Dongjun replied indifferently.

"You mean Luo Qingyang has already gone to the Fanyin Temple?" Li Hanyi's eyes showed worry.

Baili Dongjun said, "It's possible!" "

Someone is coming." Baili Dongjun looked at three camels coming quickly in the distance.

Li Hanyi looked back: "It's someone from the palace, that's Yi Wenjun?"

"Well, it's Yi Wenjun, this woman, who really doesn't want to be faceless, and actually personally came to invite Luo Qingyang out of the city. In her eyes, there is only the Red King, where is there Dingzhi's son~ If it weren't for her, would Dingzhi have died? In the past twelve years, I have never asked Wuxin, this woman, I still can't understand, why does Dingzhi like her so much? How many people died because of her! How did she brazenly live in this world? Baili Dongjun was inexplicably angry, so he hid with Li Hanyi.

Half an hour later.

Yi Wenjun and two guards entered Muliang City.

The guards shouted a few times, but no one responded.

"Concubine Xuan, the Lone Sword Immortal is not here!"

Yi Wenjun was wearing a light blue robe, her clothes were flowing, elegant and noble, her beautiful appearance was frowning, and she was in a very bad mood: "No, then where did he go?" Can't you go to the Fanyin Temple? Before the palace sent him news that he came forward to kill Lu Yi to avenge the emperor, but the battle of Fanyin Temple proved that he did not make a move.

"What the hell is he doing?" How can you be indifferent to the death of the emperor? "

Don't you know where to talk to Hongu?"

Yi Wenjun's face was warm and angry, and he was very angry at Luo Qingyang's non-farewell.

After hearing this, Baili Dongjun whispered to Li Hanyi: "I don't want to see her, out of sight, out of mind." Luo Qingyang may have gone to the Fanyin Temple, let's go

" "Good!" Without saying a word, Li Hanyi turned around and left Muliang City with Baili Dongjun.

Yi Wenjun, on the other hand, chose to wait for Luo Qingyang here.

Three hours later.

"Xuanfei Niangniang, look at what is behind that, it's so dark!" One of the guards looked behind in horror and found a huge black cloud sweeping in.

"Hey, isn't that your old lover? What a coincidence~" Lu Yi saw Yi Wenjun and the three in the air.

Luo Qingyang saw Lu Yi looking at him strangely, and he immediately said: "Ah Yi, I am loyal to your sister, don't talk nonsense!"

"I don't believe it!" Lu Yi laughed softly, took out a handful of melon seeds from the space ring, and clicked it.

Luo Qingyang's eyebrows frowned, and he descended to Mu Liang City with Lu Yi from the air.

When Yi Wenjun saw Luo Qingyang, his eyes showed joy, but he did not show too much, but called with a lukewarm attitude: "Senior brother!

Luo Qingyang said coldly, "Why is Junior Sister here?"

Yi Wenjun's eyes flashed with shock: "Senior brother, why are you so cold to me?"

"You go, from now on, I won't do anything for you!" Luo Qingyang's face turned cold.

Yi Wenjun's eyes froze, and he wanted to take a step forward, but he was stopped by Luo Qingyang swinging his sword scabbard, Yi Wenjun hurriedly retreated and retreated ten zhang away: "Senior brother!" You have changed. You didn't do that to me before. When Yi Wenjun said this, he looked at Lu Yi next to Luo Qingyang.

Lu Yi waved his hand and let the army of 100,000 souls return to the underground, and thousands of corpse puppets even brushed past Yi Wenjun, making Yi Wenjun and several guards look terrified and cold.

"Who are you! Why are you with the senior brother of the main palace?

"Could it be that the senior brother of this palace has become so indifferent because of you?" Yi Wenjun is not a weak woman, even if she faces these corpse puppets, she has no fear, just surprise.

Lu Yi sat down leisurely and smiled:

"Who am I? I am the murderer of your son, Lu Yi!

"Old woman, do you want revenge? Come and cut me!

"If I move, even if I lose!"