The mountain of Zhuqi Mountain in the night rain is particularly deep and quiet. There is only one room in the Taoist temple with lights like beans. The dim and faint lights are like small butterflies. They cannot fly out of the Taoist temple with all sides of the walls. The dark night outside the wall is like ink. Even the outline of the forest cannot be seen on the moonless night.

The momentum of the white light appeared was not huge, but the spiritual energy was condensed to the extreme. The white light lost the outline of the dagger, like the scorching sun at noon in summer, held tightly in the hands of the hunter. The bluestone floor, stone steps, mottled courtyard walls, and the deep and dense forests around were all reflected by the white light at this moment, and they were even so dazzling that they could not be seen directly.

The hunter still had a kind and honest smile on his face, just as he handed out not a dagger that killed people, but a wine bag as usual, and could not feel any murderous aura on his body. His movements were so natural, there was no trace of deliberate carving, only a speed that was so fast that he could not be defended.

One blow will kill.

Such a scene has appeared in the minds of the hunter countless times because he lurked near the mountain of Boqi, for today. This is his goal and a task he must complete. He has been waiting for too long. Ten years passed by, and the current movements have been practiced in his mind thousands of times. He knew very well that his actions were impeccable, and no matter how the opponent dodged, he could reap the expected results.

Back then, the old brown-skinned Taoist entered Penglai alone, and was eventually seriously injured by Zhang Jiuling, and his realm plummeted. He has lived in seclusion in Taoist temples all his life and never reappeared in the world.

A faint smile flashed in the eyes of the Taoist Penglai, which was pride, relieved, and even more ferocious.

The old brown-skinned Taoist, holding a handful of vegetables, hunched back, and his thin skeleton seemed to fall apart at any time. His clothes filled with patches made him look extremely poor and vulgar. When the white light lit up, his face still had a warm smile that had never dissipated.

The smile fell into the eyes of the hunters, which was particularly humble and lowly.

He was a humble Taoist, a lowly Taoist, living in this deserted place where birds do not shit, guarding a Taoist temple that was extremely desolate and even bandits didn't want to visit. The most important thing he did was to walk dozens of miles to give medicinal materials to the ants, and then carry those poor people like maggots and come back to take care of them.

What is the significance of such an act?

What's the point of saving dozens or hundreds of untouchables in a lifetime?

The world is in the hands of the strong. Those unswerving people who cannot eat are just talking animals in the eyes of the strong. They are so weak that they are not worthy of direct treatment.

Taoist should be far ahead of the world, above the world, worshipped by all the people, so that those self-righteous powerful people will crawl over and kneel at our feet. Taoist should be beautiful and noble in every move. How can you wear shabby clothes, how can you look dull, and how can you be as elegant as dust?

What is the point of saving a few ants to live like a ants and will never have any impact on the general trend of the world in your life?

Since what you do is meaningless, then your life is meaningless. Since your life is meaningless, why not die?

Death is your destination!

Taoist Master Penglai, who has been playing a hunter for ten years, had a hot and crazy light gushed out in his eyes.

The old man in the brown-skinned still looked like a scoundrel.

His right hand tightly hugged the vegetables in his arms, and no leaf fell, as if these green vegetables that were worth a few copper plates were more precious than gold, silver and jewelry.

The dagger hit his waist.

Punched his clothes.

Touched his old wrinkled skin.

But he never made any progress again.

His left hand was printed on the hunter's chest.

Between the palm of your hand and the chest, a little starlight suddenly appeared, and it instantly exploded into a sea of ​​stars.

With a click, Taoist's chest sank.

Then the whole body flew out like a broken leaf.

It landed heavily on the forest mountain road when he came.

The old man with a starry sea of ​​brown hair was like a god staring at the world in that moment.

The body of the Penglai Taoist burst out a large hole in the mountain road, and his limbs were trapped in mud and stones. The dagger in his hand fell at the feet of the old Taoist brown-skinned.

He didn't move because he could no longer move. His facial features were twisted together, and all the seven holes were bleeding. He was shocked and angry, and he was uneasy and unable to believe it. But these feelings were soon replaced by hatred. His eyes were covered with two lines of blood and tears, and they were as scarlet as a pool of blood. They stared at the old old Taoist who gently retracted his hand.

The old Taoist of Beige did not look at him again. He lowered his head, looked at the vegetables in his arms carefully, and walked around the place. It was not until he found that no leaves fell that he showed a lucky and proud smile.

If the little girl knew that I had wasted the vegetables she had worked hard to grow, she would definitely fight me to the death.

The old man in the brown-skinned smiled and walked in happily with vegetables, as if he had no idea that the vegetable garden had been ruined by his carelessness.

The ignorance of the old Taoist in the Penglai made the Taoist in a fit of anger. He struggled to break free from the mud and stones, but suddenly knelt down on him. He supported the ground with both hands, raised his head, stared at the old Taoist in the brown-skinned teeth and roared: "You trash! Even if you beat me, you are a trash! You have all your cultivation, but you don't want to contribute to the rule of the Taoist sect. What kind of Taoist sect are you? You are a trash! It's hateful that the senior brother was thinking about the friendship between the Taoist disciples and did not kill you, so that you could escape from Penglai. If I had known that you were so embarrassed by the Taoist sect, I would tear you into pieces no matter what I said!"

The old Taoist brown-skinned stopped at the door. He turned around and looked at the Penglai Taoist in the "cave". He smiled and said, "Do you think the old Taoist could leave Penglai because Zhang Jiuling was kind and ruthless?"

"You trash! You are no match for my senior brother at all! You are not grateful yet, so you are not worthy of living!" The Taoist Penglai vomited blood and shouted.

The old man in the brown skin sighed: "You don't think about it. If I had been seriously injured by Zhang Jiuling back then and my realm dropped sharply, how could you be like this now?"

After saying this, the old man in the brown-skinned man was too lazy to pay attention to the crazy insults, jumped over the threshold like a child and headed straight to the kitchen happily.

When the old man in the brown-skinned old man squatted outside the kitchen door and was eating happily, his face suddenly changed, and he slapped his forehead suddenly, as if he was remembering something, he hurried to the two water tanks and stretched his head in to look.

He immediately retracted his neck.

Two huge water columns rose from the two water tanks in front of them, and soared into the sky.

One of the water columns was as white as the sun, and the other was as dark as ink.

In just a blink of an eye, I reached a high place where my eyesight was out of reach, as if it was endless.

There were two swimming fishes, one black and one white, climbing up the water column and instantly passing a hundred feet.

A loud dragon roar came from the sky, and the last two lights and shadows flew eastward together and disappeared.

When the water column fell back to the water tank, the surroundings returned to calm, and the old man in the brown-skinned holding the bowl was still stunned.

After standing in front of such a huge water cylinder for a long time, the old man in the brown skin had no drop of water.

After a while, the old man in the brown-skinned man turned around and opened his mouth with only his front teeth, and said, "It's impossible. How could the momentum be so strong? Whose luck is borrowed?"

......

In front of the post station, Dasi Ming and Zhang Yunhe walked side by side.

Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang were waiting for the battle.

Wei Xiaozhuang looked nervous and worried: "Senior sister, why do I feel that these two people are coming for us?"

Su Emei said in a deep voice: "No need to feel that they are coming for us."

Wei Xiaozhuang said tremblingly: "But we can't beat them, but we look very powerful."

Su E's eyebrows remained silent: "If you can't beat it, you have to fight."

Wei Xiaozhuang's round faces squeezed together: "What can I beat you if I can't beat you?"

Su Emei said, "I use my sword, you use your sword."

Seeing that Su Emei had drawn out the long sword, Wei Xiaozhuang sighed and slowly took off the peach wood sword she was carrying, holding it in her hand, and was so sad that she was about to cry: "It seems that this is the only way."

Dasiming and Zhang Yunhe walked to the gate of the station and stopped.

Zhang Yunhe smiled with a smile, looked up and down at Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang for a few glances. With interest, he turned around and asked Dasiming, who had always looked cold: "Are they the disciples of that person?"

"Don't you recognize that peach wood sword?" Dashiming said lightly.

Zhang Yunhe smiled and said, "I was only ten years old at that time, so how could I remember so much?"

"Then I will tell you now that this peach wood sword is that peach wood sword. Do you still have any questions?" Dashiming said indifferently.

Zhang Yunhe spread his hands: "No more."

"Then do it."

Zhang Yunhe looked at Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang, held the sword in his hand, smiled softly, and said seriously: "My name is Zhang Yunhe, this sword is called Feihe Sword, and my technique is called "Crane Qi Jue". No matter who these three are, they are very powerful. Do you understand what I mean?"

Wei Xiaozhuang swallowed: "I understand."

Zhang Yunhe smiled even more: "Do you still have to fight?"

Wei Xiaozhuang nodded: "Boe."

Zhang Yunhe also nodded: "That's OK."

When the word "good" fell, the pattern of Feihe's sword body was lit up again by the spiritual energy. Zhang Yunhe's gentle gaze suddenly became sharp, and his clothes were windless. "Since I am the disciple of that person, I have no reason not to do my best to show my strength. If you can take my sword, I will lose. If you can't take it, you will die."

The flying crane sword body gradually lit up nine patterns of cranes flying over the clouds. Zhang Yunhe swung his sword, and suddenly the sound of cranes sounded in the air. Nine white cranes appeared out of nowhere, flapping their wings and soaring, and were so beautiful. They rushed straight towards Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang, connecting them back and forth to form a straight line.

Su E's eyebrows took a step forward, and the three-foot green tip slashed straight.

When Dasiming saw Su Emei's sword energy, he couldn't help but laugh. Each crane was more than meter in size and was full of atmosphere. The sword energy that Su Emei cut out was only three meters long and short. No matter how you look at it, it was too weak and had no power to fight at all.

At this moment, Dasi Ming's eyebrows and eyes sternly, because Wei Xiaozhuang had already raised the peach wood sword and stabbed her.

She didn't want to take action, but since Zhang Yunhe wanted to show off her power, then he would go. Of course, she didn't think that Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang could take over Zhang Yunhe's sword. The gap between the ninth level of Qi training and the middle level of Qi training was too big. Even if Zhang Yunhe was only the weakest level of Qi training, she could still kill Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang with one blow, let alone he was not.

Wei Xiaozhuang rushed over and fell into the eyes of Dasiming, saying that he was not aware of his life or death, but he didn't know what to do. She sneered, and even Bai Lian was too lazy to give it up, so she hit Wei Xiaozhuang with her palm.

She is not as leisurely as Zhang Yunhe. She faces an unreasonable opponent and has the intention of giving her all to respect her. In her eyes, killing people does not need to be very powerful, just use the right strength.

The crane rushes, and the three-foot green edge trembles violently, the sword energy dissipates like smoke, and the nine cranes go straight to Su Emei's face without any damage.

His hands were fierce, like the sun and the moon, and he suddenly came to the front of the Taomu Sword.

Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang are about to die.

But at this moment, the sky and the earth were fading, and suddenly rose and mutated. A long white rainbow suddenly rushed out of the boundless black clouds.

It’s not just the white rainbow, but the black rainbow can’t be seen clearly.

In front of the white rainbow, there was an existence that looked like a fish but not a fish, or a dragon but not a dragon. It pounced on Su Emei like a glimpse of light, turning into a small spiritual snake, and drilling into her eyebrows.

In an instant, a blazing white light burst out from Su Emei's body, covering everything, brightening to the extreme, making people unable to open their eyes.

The flying cranes facing each other dissipate one by one, like white paper burned to ashes.
To be continued...