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Heavy rain hits the wasteland.

Perhaps it is because this road is too desolate and few people walk through, so that the drizzling spring rain that should have fallen on the wasteland, making it feel like a waterfall.

The raindrops were like beans. Even though Luo Changfeng and Huangfu Yi stood beside the carriage and did not move, the legs of the trousers and boots were gradually covered with a lot of mud.

At this time, the academy brothers obviously had no intention of paying attention to this. After all, they were confronting a saint, one of the few saints in the world.

"Do you two friends have time to talk with me, a bad old Taoist?" The old star-gazing man standing with his hands behind his back was straight to the point.

He stood in the heavy rain, but the countless raindrops falling from the wilderness and even the rain lines could not be close to the dead body that looked so frailed. Standing beside him, Li Luo, one armed and the willow with red hair and swords on his back, stood beside him.

God, the same is true.

Luo Changfeng looked at the senior brother beside him. Huangfu Yi, who could only hear the sound of rain, had a tacit understanding with Luo Changfeng. After feeling Luo Changfeng's inquiring gaze, Huangfu Yi nodded slightly.

For them, even if Yi Xingchuan asked them to bring their heads to their own hands, they would probably not be able to resist.

It’s not cowardice, in front of the saints, they will be overshadowed in ten days of appearance, and they have no choice!

...

The unmanned carriage turned around in the heavy rain.

Liu Shaotian, who was carrying a sword and red hair, sat cross-legged in front of the carriage. Now he was just a puppet, so he naturally could not give orders to these fierce horses.

I don’t know whether it was Yi Xingchuan, who was lost in the academy or the sloppy old Taoist, the junior brother of the Jiange Pavilion, and the seemingly calm but extremely alert brothers of the academy, and Li Luo, who had one arm, realized the great success of the kendo, were all sitting in the carriage that was galloping in the rainstorm.

inside.

The atmosphere was very depressing, a bit weird.

The wind on the wasteland lifted the curtain of the car, and looked at the deserted scenery that had just missed outside the curtain and flashed in front of him one after another. Luo Changfeng finally did not suppress the question in his heart: "Senior, we are..."

"Go to Kunlun." The old man who star-gazing stroked his white beard.

"Is it for Qingmei to wash the sword?" Luo Changfeng remembered the news he was staying in the Iron King City a few days ago, and saw cultivators from all over the world gathering in the royal city. He was curious about what he heard.

"Oh? Have you heard of Qingmei's sword washing too?"

"I only heard about the flowers and sword washing once every four years in the spring."

How elegant is it to talk about swordsmanship when cooking wine?

The Qingmei Sword Washing in Kunlun Jian Pavilion once every four years is no less than the enrollment of Bodhi Academy every three years, and is a rare event in the world.

If Luo Changfeng hadn't been able to take care of himself, he would really want to climb the 72 strange peaks of Kunlun, which are the best in the world, take a look at them. Even if it's just a green plum wine, it would be content if it's not involved in washing flowers and washing swords.

"Then are you interested, let's take a look at the grand event of celebrating the swordsmanship with the old Taoist sacred place today?"

Luo Changfeng remained silent.

He didn't know why Yi Xingchuan suddenly appeared on the wasteland, and he couldn't understand why he was planning to go to Kunlun. If the rumors of Jiange for thousands of years were true, Yi Xingchuan and the old man Zhaixing, the disciples of Jiange, were fighting for Jiange for the Sword Pavilion, between Yi Xingchuan and the old man Zhaixing, a disciple of Jiange's ancestor, to compete for Jiange for Jiange.

The supreme position should be a big hatred gap that is difficult to overcome, but why do you continue to climb Kunlun?

Luo Changfeng looked at the sloppy old Taoist in front of him very seriously.

He had never seen the saint of Jiange who had been rumored to have lived in the Zhaixing Pavilion at Kunlun for a long time, and he could not speculate on the geometry of the Jiangge Pavilion master who could pick up his hand.

It just vaguely felt that a sloppy old Taoist who was seriously injured and had no memory a thousand years ago was sealed in his body and a sloppy old Taoist master who had lived in the sacred land of Jiandao for a long time and was admired and worshipped by thousands of disciples.

Even if they are all in the realm of the saints who lead the divine realm, there is still some gap, right?

What's more, the slightest difference between the saints can't be judged by a distance of thousands of miles! The star-gazing old man who was a thousand years ago was defeated by the old man who was Zhaixing. What's the chance of victory after the grudges and revenge after a thousand years!

Speculating that a saint of the divine realm is like an old man Tianji who is peeping at Tianji, Luo Changfeng is unwilling to think about it too much.

"You know that younger brother and senior brother practice sword training." Luo Changfeng said after a long time of silence.

Luo Changfeng was politely rejecting the invitation of a saint of divine realm.

Li Luo's cold face showed a little surprise.

Senior brother Huangfu Yi also patted Luo Changfeng on the shoulder.

The old man who was star-gazing was not angry.

Such a sword can cut a galaxy into the starry sky, and a kind look and a smiling look can kill people invisibly. There is indeed no need to get angry.

The old star-gazing man looked at Luo Changfeng's deep gaze and showed some appreciation.

He did not engage in the issue of Qingmei’s sword cooking, and turned the subject and said, “I’ll tell you a story when I go to Kunlun three hundred miles now.”

"Wash your ears and listen carefully." Luo Changfeng bowed and bowed to his salute.

The horse's hooves slashed the beans and the raindrops, and the muddy mountain roads and wastelands. The road from Zhongzhou to Kunlun Mountain is long, and the stories told by the saints in the carriage are also long.

Even the old man who grew up to stargazing himself could not remember whether it was a thousand years ago, or a thousand years ago.

At that time, Jiange was not as grand as tens of thousands of disciples in Tonight's Sect. At that time, there were only a handful of three people in Jiange.

One master and two disciples!

The master is naturally the founder of Jiange.

The ancestor of Jiange accepted two young disciples, senior brother Jian En and junior brother Jian Han.

The senior brother who started early was calm and diligent, while the junior brother who climbed the mountain halfway was smart and agile. The two of them were like uncensored jade and stubborn stones waiting to be carved. Under the carving of the ancestors of Jiange, the light that was difficult to hide became more and more dazzling.

Until one day, the ancestor of Jiange would choose one of his brothers and sisters to experience the world.

"Senior Brother En, come here and take a break, and you don't have to hurry to practice your skills."

Under Junxiu Peak, flowing beside the Yunxiu River between the seventy-two strange peaks of Jiange, Jian Han set up a grill, and there were oily and golden goats.

Jian Han pulled out the sword, and, after being tempting oily, he cut a piece from the goat's leg, threw it into his mouth, and said vaguely.

The cloud stream flowing by my side connects the waterfall that falls from the top. Under the waterfall, a graceful young man is repeatedly waving his sword and shaking his sword to cut the waterfall.

"Master will choose one person with higher sword skills among us tomorrow to go down the mountain to experience it. There may be a sword contest. How can Junior Brother Han be so deserted?" The senior brother under Yunshui wiped the clear outline with his sleeve.

He put away the Longyuan sword in his hand and sat next to the grill and said.

"What's the best thing to go down the mountain? Trouble! It's better to be more carefree and free in Kunlun Mountain with heaven and earth as a quilt and spirit birds as friends. If you talk about sword tomorrow, I will give up directly and fulfill my thoughts of going down the mountain to experience it."

Jian En glanced at his junior brother helplessly.

I thought to myself that Junior Brother Han was very talented and intelligent, but he was just too playful.

Sighing again and again, life paths are different, so you can't force it.

Jian En got off the mountain as he wished and began his journey to eliminate demons and defend the way.