Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed

Surrounded by mountains, a lake is located in a depression. Four people on the lake meet, their coats are flying, their sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and the sword's light flickers across the room, and the water splashes into the sky. One of them is one enemy against three, but he is at ease and does not fall.

More than 20 mining teams were standing on the hillside, the blue lake and blue sky had a wide field of vision, and they stood high and overlooked the battlefield.

"It's a master! This trip is not in vain."

"The book said 'Pin Ruo Jing Hong Wan Ruo You Long' was not a nonsense."

Meng Xueli wondered: "This is really pretty. Why can't I play like this?"

He is very self-knowledge, the picture of his own hands, the enemy or teammates will only feel cruel, violent, horror, far from the words "beautiful and beautiful" and "pleasant".

"The battle is not to look good, each school has its own style of play, regardless of high or low. Moreover, I think you are very good." Ji Xiao is also happy to solve the puzzle for the little fellows: "They are playing in the ring."

One-on-one on the ring, and thousands of eyes under the stage watching the two people. The track of the sword light must be smooth and smooth, and the movements of the body must be flexible and elegant, in order to meet the aesthetics of the practitioner.

Before the Damen disciples traveled down the mountain, they were tempered in such a ring-to-loop competition, and the battle methods formed were branded with their respective schools, which was completely different from the casual repair. In short, no matter whether you win or lose, you can't be ugly. If you learn from the same thing, you should pay attention to the end of the time, and you can get more applause if you are free.

Yu Qishu, for example, didn't take long to enter the Taoist practice, he was fooled by his brother, played more than 20 games in Hanshan Yanjianping, and will play more in the future.

Meng Xueli's apprentices praised themselves and were in a good mood.

In the gap between the splashes, Meng Xueli saw one of them dressed: "It's really a Hanshan disciple, but I don't know him."

Before his words fell, he heard a person on the lake shouting: "Cui Jing, let's not fight. Some people are here, and they are crowded, just wait for us to lose both sides, and we will all be beaten!" Great momentum. During the battle, the four people had no time to distinguish, and they thought they were strong enemies.

Meng Xueli thought about it: "The name is a bit familiar."

Another person shouted: "Cui Jing, I counted three times, how about we stop our hands at the same time ... What are you doing, don't you understand the human words!"

The young swordsman called Cui Jing was indifferent, and the sword became more and more rapid. The sword light passes over, such as burning flames, and the lake water evaporates instantly, turning into white fog. He flicked the water, his face caught in the smoke, he couldn't see clearly.

Everyone in the mining team renewed their exclamation, and suddenly someone asked, "Red Fire Sword? Is he Cui Jing, the disciple of Hanshan Master?"

Meng Xueli suddenly realized that he shouted to the foot of the mountain: "Hey, you three, how much do you want to bully."

Ji Xiao: "It's okay, he can handle it." The other party retreated, and the sword damaged the edge. In the eyes of Ji Xiao, this victory has been divided.

But Meng Xueli's words were only exported. The silver awn of the "Times of the Time" flickered, and his figure was already under the mountain, like a waterfowl spreading wings, and flew across the lake reeds instantly.

Ji Xiao smiled helplessly, and everyone in the mining team saw this and shouted loudly.

Wang Xiaohua and Li Shunqi also hit the beat and shouted an impromptu smooth talk:

"Brother Meng is brave and invincible, the world is the first! Brother Meng rushed forward, vigorously!"

"Everyone shouted the slogan, Brother Meng became more powerful!"

The four people in the lake had never seen such a situation, apparently shocked, the fighting rhythm suddenly chaotic. The sword spirit is chaotic, the body is unruly, and the pleasing beauty no longer exists.

Meng Xueli listened in his ears, and felt very embarrassed, especially faceless.

He slashed with a sword, the energy of "Times of the Time" fell into the lake water, and a series of splashes of water burst.

In the sound of the sky, someone on the lake shouted: "He is Cui Jing's helper! Let's ..."

Before he finished talking, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and he flew high, hitting the reeds. Meng Xueli flew with a sword, and three giant pits were smashed out of the lakeside reeds.

Everyone in the mining team thought that the style of play was different, or Brother Meng was simple and efficient, and had a quick battle.

But the battle did not end, Meng Xueli was about to retreat, and suddenly he heard the breeze behind him, subconsciously turned back, the sword was blocked, and there was a sharp blade attack, he finally looked at the face of Cui Jing behind the clear water mist.

The man's facial features were cold and cold.

Meng Xueli explained: "I'm not here to grab your stuff. We have to hurry."

Cui Jing didn't seem to hear it. On the hillside, Ji Xiao stood up and frowned slightly.

Meng Xueli avoided him sideways, and let the other person do a trick: "You are not my opponent. If you are entangled again, I'll be welcome." He didn't know Cui Jing. He shot today because the real person was right in the cold He was kind and kind, and he had to take photos, so he wanted to vote for Tao Li and take care of his apprentice.

But since the other party didn't appreciate it, he didn't need to hurry up and join in, so don't go over it. It would be if they didn't interfere with each other.

However, Cui Jing's eyes glowed with fiery light, and the sword's front was brilliant, like a fire burning: "Come."

Everyone in the mining team couldn't understand the situation. Someone dared to ask Ji Xiao: "Brother Xiao, Brother Meng helped Cui Jing, why did the two fight again?"

Ji Xiao: "Cui Jinglian's swordsmanship is stronger when he is stronger, and he opens wide. He only played against the three, but he still has reservations."

Some martial arts are belligerent, confidantes are rare, opponents are even rarer, Ji Xiao understands this feeling, but at this time it is slightly unpleasant. He used to say that Meng Xueli had a chance to choose again. But if Xiaoluo really chooses someone else, can he accept it? It turned out that after **** desire was possessive desire, Ji Xiao thought.

Everyone was shocked. Someone asked: "Who is better with Brother Meng? Can we help?"

Ji Xiao said something that everyone could not understand: "It is not a bad thing for young people to suffer a little frustration." Besides, Xiaodaolu has a decent start.

Not long after, Meng Xueli's sword pressed against his opponent's neck.

Cui Jing stood stunned, as if he didn't want to believe he had lost, and he didn't seem to understand where he lost.

Cui Jing asked: "Who are you?"

This man is wearing a black cloak. Although he uses a sword, his moves are not like sword repairs. More than twenty teammates behind him shouted strange and neat slogans.

When did this young man appear in the younger generation of practitioners? Before leaving, Master said, "There are people outside the sky and people outside. Do you want to be arrogant?"

Meng Xueli: "Well-hearted people, passers-by, slogans, serve people with virtue."

He carried the sword away and ignored Cui Jing's stunned expression. The lake behind him was turbulent and endless.

The mining team embraced him with cheers, moving away.

Ji Xiao told Meng Xueli: "Do you think he plays nice?"

Meng Xueli nodded: "The red fire is burning, the flames are raging, a little interesting." Unfortunately, it is a little flashy, and it takes another three or five years to temper it. If Ji Xiao is spirited in heaven and sees Hanshan's younger disciples like this, I don't know if I will be disappointed, but I still feel satisfied.

Ji Xiao: "If you have something to do, let me do it with others. Let me go first." I played better than him. I will show you next time.

Meng Xueli feels that his disciples really need to exercise: "Yes, I am watching next to you to keep you safe. Master is good to you? I only beat you Xiaoyu, I never beat you."

Ji Xiao nodded in good faith: "You are good to me, and I like you too."

Meng Xueli glared at him: "How do you ..."

"I was speechless for a while, I'm sorry." Ji Xiao immediately said, "I have apologized, you should not have heard it."

Meng Xueli's cheeks were reddish, and his neck was numb, and he always felt that something was wrong and he couldn't tell.

After the rain, the sky was clear, the sunlight was clear, and the light was scattered through the dense leaves of the tall trees. Unconsciously, the destination of the mining team arrived. The nearer teleportation array is in a deep valley. It is a huge round stone platform, engraved with complex arrays of French runes, exuding a faint blue light.

At the time of parting, everyone in the mining team was reluctant, and their mood was complicated. They thanked the two in turn.

Wang Xiaohua: "I wait for the trip to be safe all the way and rely on Brother Meng and Brother Xiao to take action."

Li Shunqi: "The great grace and great virtue are unrequited, if I practice well in the future ..."

Meng Xueli waved his hand: "You're welcome, you paid the protection fee and the jade rune. We are a fair trade and we can't talk about kindness and justice. I have one more thing to ask you for help."

He took out his storage bag and stuffed it casually with one person, "This is full of jade charms and resources I won, and I will stay in the secret realm for a while. You will help me to register points first. So many people, total You can testify for me. "

Everyone was shocked, and there was an uproar after a moment of silence. The man holding the storage bag is like holding a hot potato, his hands trembling: "I swear with my heart, I will not lose the trust of Brother Meng!"

The mining team swore.

Wang Xiaohua asked: "Please consult Brother Meng's name." Everyone only knows that these two were born in Hanshan, and I don't know who the score should be in.

Then they heard the incredible answer: "Changchun Peak, Meng Xueli."

There was another silence.

The three of Wang Xiaohua's team remembered meeting each other on the first night, and they sat down with each other on the gossip and talked about the gossip of Jianzun Daolu. Their mood was more complicated and their faces were red and white.

After the mining team left in a daze, the two diverted to the Central City. Meng Xueli felt that he had completed a major event and was in a relaxed mood, humming while walking.

Ji Xiao said, "You really trust others."

Meng Xueli: "They are supervising each other more than 20 people, even if they are really guilty, they will fight because of the uneven distribution of stolen goods ... Besides, I will serve people with virtue and exchange sincerity with sincerity, and will not look away. If you don't believe, we Bet? "

Ji Xiao smiled: "No need to gamble, I believe."

They do n’t know that outside of the mystery, the retired disciples from the previous day are discussing the issue enthusiastically. The question is “when a fat sheep is in front of you, do you slaughter or not?" No, the difference between exercises.

Some people think that the rules of the Secret Realm are fighting and looting, and it is nothing wrong. Some people think that you must be careful because it may be a "moral test", the fat sheep turns into a bad wolf, and then beats you. Let you lose confidence in your practice and hope in the future.

The disciples who supported the "moral test" group said: "Our team actually met Meng Xueli, but the captain said that out of respect for Jianzun, it is better to let him go, so we should not see him and bypass Going away ... When you leave the secret realm, you will realize that it is Meng Xueli who let us go! "

The person next to him said, "Actually, if you think about it carefully, how can the Sword Sovereign be an ordinary person? Will the Sword Sovereign like ordinary people? Sober, Lang Cai's female appearance, talented and beautiful women are reality, poor scholars marry princesses, waste materials Marry the fairy master, that is the story of the story. "

Some people also found excuses for their failure: "Yes, he is a swordsman, an elder in the cold mountains, and a current prince of Changchun Peak. He has a valuable identity. He actually bullied the young by entering the secret realm by bullying the young!"

Most practitioners have "Mu Qiang's psychology", respecting the strong, immediately someone refuted:

"That's a bad word. When Jianzun was alive, people Meng Xueli planted flowers and fish in Changchunfeng. They didn't ask about the world. They lived well in their childhood. I have never heard of him coming down the mountain to stir up the wind and rain and bullying. Someone was thinking about the "Chukongwuya" sword, and then forced others to go out on the mountain. He only wanted to keep the relics of the dead husband. Why did he "bull the younger generation"? "

"Meng Xueli won the jade rune, but he took a decent shot and never killed human life. The so-called" sword with heroes ", even if the sword is no longer present, Meng Xueli should be equipped with this sword. In the end, we are not as good Do n’t find a reason, please recognize it! "

Everyone talked about Meng Xueli's masterpiece "The Time of the Ages", which was flexible and unstoppable by Meng Xueli. "Chukongwuya" should be matched with "Times of the Time". If Jianzun is still alive, the two of Changchunfeng should be a match made in heaven, a pair of people. It's a pity that fate makes people miserable.

Suddenly someone said, "Don't you think that Zhang Suyuan and the three of them are very good? Calling" Protect Elder "and" Elder Care ", the score will throw us away!"

"That is, changing to three green cockatoos will also shout. I serve Meng Xueli, not three of them."

"Is there any way to refuse to accept it? You go to" Hengtong Juyuan "to buy a branch of peach blossom from Changchun Peak and transfer it to the air?"

"It seems to be out of stock."

There is no controversy on this point. Everyone rated Zhang Suyuan as "the best player in the Secret Realm than ever."

But they forgot that the secret realm is not over yet. When the mining team comes out and tells about the ups and downs and wonderful adventures in the mysterious environment, all the people know that there are people with better luck. They don't need to be green cockatoos, and they can rhyme and save money.

More than twenty people testified together to score for Meng Xueli. The leaders of the factions led the elders in doubt. The temporary gathering and discussion on this matter led Ziyanfeng to fight for the reason. The score was still recorded.

Meng Xueli's name increased sharply, far away from others. At this time, there are more than ten days before the end of the Dabi. If there is no accident, according to the previous year's score record, the Dabi leader has already occurred.

The news spread from the vast Huanghai Gobi Desert to all parts of the world.

Not that no one questioned: "Scoring for others? This is not in compliance, in case Meng Xueli can't come out, who is this score? Is it directly eliminated?"

But more disciples opposed to questioning: "Can't you come out? Don't joke. With Meng Xueli's ability, he can't come out unless the secret realm explodes into the sky!"

During this period, the Mingyue Lake faction has always remained silent. Compared with the heated atmosphere of controversy, this silence seems unusually alienated and even strange.

...

Mysterious realm, the Central City Palace.

The Yongdao twists and turns are long and long, and the light of the lampshade of the shark's oil shines, flickering suddenly and suddenly. It was a breeze driven by the mirage breath.

Suddenly, the wind stopped and Mirage breathed for a long time. It opened its eyes and looked deep into the dark corridor.

The subtle imperceptible footsteps came from the entrance of the palace, but they were not familiar with the breath, and the mirage was slightly puzzled.

Except for that human race, no one has been here in these years, or a demon has been here.

Phantom beast is not very wise, it is old enough to live, but it is neglected to practice, and it will not even be transformed.

It also doesn't like fighting and fighting. Like other big monsters, it grabs the ground and becomes a king. It only likes to lie underground in the shade and avoid light, and likes to take a nap and take a nap. But its mirage comes with breathing, which is an inherent racial talent. Other big demon seeing Mirage always thought it had an intent to attack, so they first started to be strong, hitting it with their heads and escaping their lives.

One time a gorgeous peacock flew into the mirage, dizzy and turned for a moment, and rushed to the ground with great force, and it was about to be pumped when he fluttered his wings. Fortunately, he was stopped by the spirit mink on the back of the peacock.

The spirit mink is snow-white, with great pressure, and it is a famous snow mountain king who makes the demon feel afraid of the wind.

Ling Min said: "Forget it, it is not intentional."

This is the only demon who understands it for many years.

After signing the contract with Jixiao Real People, Mirage is considered to have a stable place to live, and is very satisfied with the current living environment: spacious, cool, quiet, and breathable.

Ji Xiao didn't need it to be a fighting beast. When the secret realm opened, Ji Xiao stood in the clouds and overlooked, and no one dared to make it.

But today it seems different. With the chaos of footsteps getting closer and closer, it heard another cold voice:

"This is a magic weapon given by the saints. There is a blessing of the saints magic power, which is specially designed to deal with it.

Mirage's mind is running slowly, wondering who to deal with? What to do?

It didn't think clearly, and suddenly the surroundings fell into darkness. Countless kerosene oil lamp stands that were never extinguished at the same time.

At the next moment, a huge catching net shimmering with cold light, like the stars in the sky blinking, under the hood!

"Oh--"

Phantom beast hurts, his head roars! The sky in the mysterious land of Hanhai is surging, the clouds are covering the moon, and the rain is clear!

The team that infiltrated the underground palace, a total of 32 people, is the first to have the realm of Theravada. They formed four circles, eight people in a circle, and their formation was neat.

When Phantom Beast was irritated, the eight people closest to it were directly repressed by it and slammed into the stone wall of the underground palace.

But he heard the leader of the team excitedly said: "The net is stopped, stand up! Close the net!"

Mirage wanted to cut a thunderbolt and warn Jixiao in the secret realm, but the catching net suddenly tightened and wrapped tightly, and the sharp mesh fell into its flesh. The mirage can't move, and it is fixed in the painful gesture of raising its head, and Yin Hong's blood flows down the gap between its scales, and suddenly gathers a pool of blood on the masonry of the underground palace.

The gargoyles are vaguely fleshed and only whimpered.

The leader shouted again: "It can't hold it anymore, the **** crossbow is ready!"

The outermost eight people moved, and the mirage heard the sound of the bowstring tightening, his eyes showing a look of despair.

Just then, there was a clear voice at the end of Yongdao!

This sound was neither Fengming nor Heshui. It contained the majestic pressure of the majestic demon clan, and it echoed for a long time.

All the bows and crossbows turned at the same time, aiming at the depths of Yongdao.

The opposite side responded extremely quickly, accompanied by a clear voice, the overwhelming blue demon fire and the arrow were opposed, and the arrow disappeared in the air. The crossbowman escaped a little later, was affected by the flame, and uttered a bitter wailing.

The blue demon fire passed over, the shark's oil lampstand reignited, and the peacock also appeared in shape-the wings of orange and peach powder vibrated, undulating like waves, and the blue-green long tail feathers fluttered, like a stream of flying lights.

The most beautiful and bright and magnificent colors between heaven and earth are all condensed on it.

The peacock spit out another demon fire, and its wings flew into a strong wind. The fire was burning with the wind, and the underground palace became a fiery hell. The invaders could not even scream, and instantly turned into fly ash.

The peacock flew across the sea of ​​fire, spread its wings and landed on the ground, and landed in front of the mirage. Become a young man with a fascinating appearance and a cold and proud look.

Perceiving the long-lost familiar breath, Phanom whimpered softly, rubbing him grievously with his horns.

Que Xianming shouted: "You are really useless, even a few human races can't beat it, waste beast! The shame of the big demon! Do not rub me again!"

He breathed out to extinguish the demon fire, and helped Mirage to unwrap the net, took out a spirit grass, and said fiercely: "Eat! So useless, see me poisoning you!"

Mirage's eyes were gleaming, tears flicking, but he didn't dare to resist him, so he swallowed obediently.

After the Ling Cao entered the abdomen, it turned into a warm stream. Mirage pain resolved, the wounds healed quickly, and the scales regained their luster, leaving only a shallow trace.

Que Xianming only said, "This is millennium Qiongyu grass, I can't bear to eat it, Bai cheap you waste beast!"

Mirage lowered his head and rubbed him again, as if he were so soft.

Que Xianming asked, "Who are those people? Why did you hit you?"

Mirage shook his head.

"I don't know if you ask me!" Que Xianming pushed it away impatiently: "Where is Meng Xueli, should I know this? If I dare to shake my head, I will smoke you!"

The mirage was really powerless to split the thunder, breathing out leisurely, with an ancient and distant complex syllable in his throat. With Mirage's intelligence level, he will only answer questions, and will not say anything other than answers.

The same as the demon, Peacock can understand.

Then Mirage also asked him a question-"Why find Meng Xueli?"

Que Xianming's face was slightly cold, and there seemed to be a killing intention between his eyebrows: "The demon world has changed greatly, can Snow King revenge and hate, it's all about this time."

The Mirage didn't understand it, slowly breathed out, and the Mirage gasified the scene, blooming a field of flowers for the peacock.

The dark and cold underground palace changes suddenly, butterflies fly, and flowers bloom everywhere.

...

In the mysterious environment, Meng Xueli and Ji Xiao walked along the water, and Meng Xueli suddenly said: "Why should we walk?"

Ji Xiao smiled. He has always smiled recently. Sometimes he does n’t even know why he is laughing: "So what do you want?"

Meng Xueli pointed to the sky: "Meng Brother will show you the stars."

Through the gaps between the leaves above the head, the night sky is shining with stars, and the finely divided Milky Way crosses the ridges and rivers like a streamer.

Ji Xiao: "The stars here are fake, mirage."

"Fake stars can be seen and can't be touched. Real stars can also be seen and can't be touched, is it important to be true or not? What's the difference?"

Ji Xiao asked: "Do you want real stars?"

Meng Xueli disassembled and assembled the "Times of the Time", and casually replied: "Do you think you want it? Can you fly to the sky and take it off for me?"

Ji Xiao said earnestly: "If you break the barrier of this world, you will be able to touch the real stars if you soar in the day."

Just listening to "click", Meng Xueli installed "Bamboo Dragonfly" and raised his eyebrows: "I'm waiting, then you will pick me the stars after a few hundred years, now, hold me tight!"

The wind blew, and the "Times of the Time" flew into the sky.