I have a role in the heavens

Zhou Mili was praised, her sparse eyebrows squirming like caterpillars, her small face glowing, her big eyes sparkling, blinking, and her smile extremely bright.

"Of course! I am the big water monster of Dumb Lake. I want to leave my name in history and be famous for generations to come. I am so fierce!"

Zhou Jue moved his right hand away from his small head and gestured at the height of the little girl in black, with a look on his face that he wanted to be beaten, and joked with a smile.

"It's just that you have successfully transformed into a dragon, why haven't you grown at all?"

"Why!"

Zhou Mili was stunned for a moment, then compared his height with Zhou Jue's, and found that he had not grown at all. The light on his face dimmed visibly, his expression was a little panicked, and he retorted harshly.

"I'm still young. As long as I eat more, I will definitely grow taller!!"

"That's not necessarily the case!"

Zhou Jue shook his head and deliberately showed a suspicious expression, which made the little girl in black become angry. Her face turned red, her breathing was heavy, her body rushed forward, and she pounced on the Sword Fairy in green with her two little hands waving her fists. , vowing to teach Zhou Jue a lesson.

"Zhou Jue, I'll fight you!"

Zhou Jue held down Zhou Mili's head with one hand, and the advantage of his arm's length made all the attacks of the little girl in black fail.

Zhou Mili was even more sad and worried now. He had not grown taller at all. Even if he straightened his arms and legs and used all his strength to feed, he still couldn't reach a single hair of Zhou Jue as before.

The boss swordsman looked at the two fighting men, his sharp eyes softened, and the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously, showing a warm smile, but he still had the decisive and ruthless demeanor of the swordsman.

Since Zhou Mili succeeded in transforming into a dragon, he was only worried that he had not grown taller. Instead, he did not feel much about his cultivation breaking through the upper five realms and becoming a Jade Pu realm monk. On weekdays, he was still the same as before. There is no change. Every day, I will go to the highest point of the Sword Qi Great Wall to deliver wine and food to the heartless Zhou Jue. Along the way, I will say hello to all the sword masters and tell them about the interesting things I encountered.

In Zhou Mili's little mind, he didn't regard himself as a person among the gods of the upper five realms, and he didn't care about the improvement of his cultivation realm. Don't take realm seriously, it's the most boring thing.

Zhou Mili is still as enthusiastic and innocent as ever. She likes to meet new friends the most. She met a very interesting young man in the wine shop in the past two days. He is a handlebar type. His cultivation level is not high. He is just a third-level martial artist. , I don’t know why I came to Jianqi Great Wall to make a living. I am very shabby, and I can only buy two taels of local shochu to drink on weekdays.

The world is vast and the fate is the greatest. After Zhou Mili saw the young coachman, he felt friendly from the bottom of his heart, so he spent a few taels of silver to buy a jar of high-quality bamboo leaves and treated the young coachman to a drink. From then on, the two became friends. It became more and more familiar.

Today, Zhou Mili came down from the top of the city and made an appointment with the old scholar, the old deaf boy, and the young coachman to have a drink together. There was a jar of green bamboo leaves, a jar of burning knives, and several plates of side dishes to go with the wine. It was very lively.

The young coachman had never read a book, but he also said something literate. It was rare that he had nothing to do today, so it was the best time to drink good wine.

When Zhou Mili heard this, he couldn't help but admire him. He gave the young coachman a thumbs up and praised him.

"It's all in vain, that's amazing. I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable!"

"It's a pity that you didn't study since childhood, otherwise you would definitely have become a great Confucian saint, and maybe you could have a statue of a god in the Chinese Confucian Temple!"

The corners of the young coachman's mouth were slightly raised, revealing a somewhat reserved smile. He waved his hands repeatedly and said modestly.

"Where? Where! I don't dare to think like this. Those who can set up statues of gods in the Confucian Temple are all sages. I don't have the ability or qualifications!"

The old scholar was not happy when he heard this. There was a somewhat angry expression on his wretched face. He stretched out his skinny palm, patted the young coachman's shoulder hard several times, and encouraged him.

"Brother Bai Zhu, what you said is wrong. The three armies can seize the commander, but the ordinary man cannot seize the will!"

The young coachman claimed that he was busy in vain, saying that his life was mediocre, but in the end he was busy in vain. Although the meaning of this name is not good, it is very easy to remember.

"Besides, erecting a statue of a god in a Confucian Temple is not a big deal. Old man, I used to worship the statues and enjoy the incense in the Chinese Confucian Temple, but they were moved out later!"

When the old deaf man heard this, his eyes trembled slightly, and he finally confirmed the guess in his heart. This shabby old scholar was the Confucian literary sage who was at the height of his power. He was the fourth person in Confucianism. The Confucian power.

"Brother Xun's words are reasonable. Senior brother, I was wrong. What's so great about the Chinese Confucian Temple? We don't care about it!"

The old scholar's original surname was Xun. Before he lost the March 4th War, scholars all over the world called him the Literary Sage and did not dare to call him by his name. Later, he fell into despair and called himself the old scholar. It was very shabby. He had not used his real name for hundreds of years. Walked.

The young coachman picked up the wine bowl, touched it with the old scholar, raised his head and drank, his fair face showing a bit of red, his eyes were drunk, and he agreed with a big voice.

There were four people at the table. Although the little girl in black was the host and had paid for the three of them to drink, she did not drink. She was listening with interest to the two old scholars chatting and bragging.

Of course, Zhou Mili was not idle either. She chewed her favorite dried fish, shook her head and swung her little feet, very happy.

The old scholar and the young coachman were busy in a wild and unrestrained manner, drinking wine and letting off steam. Only the old deaf child was a little restrained, always feeling an inexplicable fear, as if there was an invisible edge covering him, and his mind was trembling, as if he had encountered a natural enemy, making him frightened and uneasy.

Bai hurriedly glanced at the frightened old deaf boy. This thirteenth-level dragon sword cultivator had a keen sense of spirituality. He could faintly sense the evil energy accumulated by killing the dragon. However, he was too timid. Being scared out of his wits, he was not as good as the young dragon next to him. He was obviously only at the Jade Pu Realm, but he was not afraid of the sharp edge on his body.

The old scholar's hazy drunken eyes were slightly squinted, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes. He took a deep look at the frightened old deaf boy, shook his head slightly, and then his eyes fell on the young coachman. His words were full of meaning and he persuaded.

"It's all in vain, brother. Old man, I'm quite knowledgeable, and I was famous for a while. How about I change your name? It's all in vain, it's not festive enough!"

"Why don't you just raise your hand, hold your hand high, and keep a line in your behavior so that we can meet again in the future!"

After hearing this, Chen Qingliu showed a mysterious smile on his face, waved his hand, and responded.

"The name Baimang is indeed unlucky, but it doesn't sound good if you raise your hand. After all, some things must be eradicated, otherwise they will suffer backlash!"

"The wild fires will not burn out, but the spring breeze will come again. In the end, all the hard work is not in vain!"

The old scholar reached out and grabbed a handful of salted peanuts from the plate and threw them into his mouth one by one without paying any attention to etiquette.

When dealing with food that goes with wine at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, no matter whether it is salted peanuts or something else, using chopsticks means you are not very friendly. If the friendship is not enough, use chopsticks to join in. If the friendship is deep enough, you can grab peanuts!

"Swordsmanship can lead you away with success, and kill dragons wherever there are dragons. Use your sword to fly thousands of miles in the air, and don't leave me until one watch."

"I was supposed to go to the Lizhu Cave Sky Ruins first and slay the remnant of the real dragon, but I didn't expect things to change. Xiaomi Li turned into a dragon first and occupied the world's water transportation, so I had to change the route halfway and come here first. Sword Qi Great Wall, let’s see how good this young dragon is.”

When the old deaf boy heard what the young coachman said, his hair stood on end, his body trembled, and cold sweat suddenly flowed down. His pupils tightened, and he looked at the young coachman with a horrified expression. He was dressed in a green shirt and had a handsome appearance. Except for his waist, Without the sword, he almost matched the image of the dragon-slaying man in his memory.

"bass!"

The old deaf boy stood up suddenly and stood in front of Zhou Mili. His body was trembling slightly, but he still blocked the young coachman's gaze and said in a trembling voice.

"List"

Bai Mang's eyes were slightly focused, extremely sharp, and there was a stern expression on his handsome face, which forced the old deaf child to take a breath and change his words quickly.

"Mr. Bai, Xiaomi is different from those ferocious dragons. She is innocent and pure in nature. She has never hurt anyone. Why should you embarrass her?"

"Please show your noble hand and don't hurt innocent lives. If you swear to kill all the dragons in the world, I, the old deaf child, am also a dragon, and I am willing to teach you some clever tricks on her behalf!"

Zhou Mili looked at the old deaf child in front of him in confusion. He was confused and quickly reached out to pat the old deaf child and said.

"Old deaf boy, what are you doing when you sit down to drink and stand up?!"

The old scholar also waved his hand, signaling to the alert old deaf boy not to be nervous and to sit down first. With him here, even if the dragon-slaying man really wanted to take action, he would not be able to succeed so easily.

The old deaf boy frowned, calmed his mind, and sat down again, staring closely at the young coachman, for fear of an accident.

"Today we meet on the banks of the river and the sea, and I have a glass of turbid wine to persuade you to rest. The three-foot sword in the box on your back is a sign of injustice to heaven and man."

The old scholar raised the wine jar, and the clear wine flowed out and fell into the wine bowl. The hops were surging and the aroma was rich. He picked up the filled wine bowl in front of him, touched it with Bai Mian, raised his head and drank it all, and used it casually. He wiped the drink from the corner of his mouth with his sleeves and advised in a deep voice.

The little girl in black looked at the young coachman, raised her little head, and said with a bit of pride.

"The old deaf boy is drunk and actually worries that you will do something bad to me. What a waste of worry!"

When Zhou Mili said this, he seemed to be worried about hurting his friend's self-esteem. He paused carefully to observe the reaction of the dragon-slaying man. Seeing that he didn't mind, he continued.

"I'm not saying that your cultivation level is low. You are only a third-level warrior now, and I am already a high-level monk in the fifth level. The gap in strength between us is too big. Even if I stand still, you can't hurt me. !”

"But then again, we are all friends. When it comes to cultivation, we are far away. Drink, drink!"

After saying that, Zhou Mili raised the wine bowl in front of him. The bowl was filled with cold water and he drank it proudly, looking like a veteran in the world.

Afterwards, Zhou Mili took out a bag of dried small fish from the cotton bag he carried diagonally across his body, placed it in front of the young coachman, and entertained him warmly.

"It's all in vain, try it quickly. This is Yunxi's dried fish newly made by the chef in the mansion. It's so fragrant. I can't get enough of it!"

The man who killed the dragon raised his wine bowl, raised his head and drank it all. The clear and mellow wine flowed out from the corner of his mouth and wet the clothes on his chest. He wiped it casually without rejecting the kindness of the little girl in black. He stretched out his hand and squeezed some Throw the dried fish into your mouth and chew it hard. It is sweet, mellow and very delicious.

"tasty!"

Bai Mian gave a thumbs up and praised him without hesitation, making the little girl in black smile so hard that her eyes narrowed to slits, her smile was innocent, pure and lovely.

"That's right. If you like to eat in vain, I'll ask the mansion to prepare more later. If you want to eat, just come and get it from me!"

Zhou Mili nodded his head repeatedly, he was very generous and wanted to share the good things with his friends. He also grabbed the dried fish and started chewing it. The atmosphere was inexplicably harmonious.

The old deaf child looked at the scene in the field with an incomprehensible expression. He felt that the sharpness around him dissipated, his heart relaxed a little, and he exhaled the turbid air in his chest.

The old scholar's gloomy face also smiled, and his wrinkles relaxed like blooming flowers. He also reached out and grabbed a handful of dried fish and tasted the delicious food.

"Not bad, not bad, sweet and delicious, you know how to eat millet grains!"

Zhou Mili likes to chat with the old scholar very much. Every time the other person talks about her heart, she smiles so brightly, her short legs dangling in the air, and she feels extremely happy.

At the highest point of the Sword Qi Great Wall, Zhou Jue folded his hands on his legs, his eyes seemed to be open but not open, his mind seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping, his breath was vague and illusory, and there was a condensed sword energy swimming behind him, condensing a In the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram, the two colors of black and white rotate like swimming fish.

Suddenly, an extremely sharp edge filled the void, awakening Zhou Jue. His sword eyes suddenly widened. The Yin Yang sword energy behind him seemed to be frightened, and it went straight into the void and appeared in the city to the north.

"The Sword Immortal in Blue Shirt, the man who slayed the dragon, is quite interesting!"

A ray of sword energy pierced the void and transformed into a young man wearing a yin-yang Taoist robe. He walked into the wine shop. He looked around and locked the target. He walked straight to Zhou Mili's table and sat down without any courtesy. Next to the young coachman, he called the shopkeeper and brought him a new bowl, and he drank by himself, feeling very happy.

The old scholar, busy in vain, and the old deaf man stared at the young Taoist priest in surprise. They felt the sharp edge faintly emanating from the other person's body, and their faces showed a bit of surprise, and they remained silent.

Zhou Mili raised his head and stared at the unfamiliar-looking young Taoist priest. He scratched his head, his pale eyebrows kept moving, and he spoke hesitantly.

"Zhou Jue, how come you become more beautiful?"

The young Taoist priest has a handsome appearance, delicate facial features, a pair of deep and bright eyes, like cold stars, a high nose bridge, thin red lips, red lips and white teeth. He is like the fairy in the words, with a refined style and extraordinary temperament that makes people feel inferior to him.

Zhou Jue's brows moved slightly. His sword energy incarnation foundation and appearance were different from his original body. Even the old scholar and others did not recognize him.

On the contrary, Xiaomi's pure heart, pure and undisturbed by external factors, actually recognized him at a glance, which surprised everyone.

"This is an incarnation of me!"

Zhou Jue has been sitting cross-legged on the Great Wall of Sword Qi for several years. Thousands of sword cultivator incarnations have been condensed from the ten thousand years of sword spirit. Each incarnation has a different sword foundation, different appearance, mysterious methods, and shocking supernatural powers.

"You are Zhou Jue, the best swordsman in the world?!"

Chen Qingliu and Zhou Jue have never met before, and they have sensed each other's vast sword intent more than once, like a vast galaxy, all-encompassing, dazzling and gorgeous, completely different from the incarnation in front of them.

"What a trick, you actually used the sword energy that the Great Wall of Sword Energy accumulated for thousands of years to transform into thousands of sword cultivator incarnations, carrying the essence of the three religions and hundreds of schools!"

Chen Qingliu's cultivation strength is also among the top among the fourteenth realm monks. His sword eyes examined the young Taoist priest's incarnation and spied the tip of Zhou Jue's iceberg. He couldn't help but be shocked. There are people in the world who are so crazy. They have thousands of incarnations. Kendo carries the essence of the three religions and hundreds of schools of thought. This is such great wisdom and courage.

"No wonder the world thinks that you are the first monk who is expected to reach the fifteenth realm after the founder of the three religions, and you can open up a new peak for the world's sword cultivation!"

"Since there are no sages in the world who have opened up a new path, I should turn into a sage and establish a new peak for the world's sword cultivators!"

Zhou Jue acted resolutely and dared to be the first in the world. He was the first in the world with the same goal as Zheng Juzhong, the lord of Baidi City.

"Zheng Juzhong played the chessboard in Baidi City. He was the first in the world to grant mercy, and he was the last to come first. He was even better than the first in the world. His courage and wisdom were far beyond ordinary people!"

"Senior Chen, as his mentor, killed all the dragons in the world and changed the color of the world. Zhou admires him very much. I wonder if I can teach him something today?!"

When Chen Qingliu heard this, he naturally would not refuse. Sword cultivators pay attention to having clear thoughts and doing whatever they want. If they disagree, they will draw their swords.

"Qiang!"

A sword cry resounded through the void. Chen Qingliu put his two fingers together and pierced the young Taoist priest's forehead. The sword energy flew into the sky, like the bright sun, shining brightly and with an unstoppable edge.

The old deaf child was trembling, and his realm fell to the immortal realm out of thin air. It seemed that the wailing of thousands of dragons before their death could be heard in his ears. A shocking evil aura enveloped him, and his heart was filled with fear.

A pure white light shone between the old scholar's eyebrows, and the awe-inspiring aura between heaven and earth gathered together and turned into a pillar of light, covering the entire wine shop and resisting the aftermath of the sword energy.

Zhou Mili scratched her face as if she didn't feel anything. She couldn't figure it out and started to nibble on the dried fish again. Anyway, Zhou Jue was here, so she didn't need to worry.

"Well done!"

Zhou Jue's eyes flashed, and a sword energy shot out from his fingertips, turning into a Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram. The black and white double fish swallowed up the unstoppable sword energy, and the yin and yang rotated to obliterate it.

Chen Qingliu stood up, his green shirt fluttering in the wind, his black hair flying, his brows staring at the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram, the road to heaven, as if it contained a world. If you want to break it, just testing it will be useless, you need to go all out.

After Chen Qingliu killed the last dragon, he sank his sword into the seabed without taking it with him. He sighed helplessly and said.

"Forget it, let's stop today and fight again in the future!"

Zhou Jue smiled and nodded, his figure dissipated, the sword energy merged into the black and white Tai Chi diagram, reflected into the void, and disappeared.

"Hey, the fight is over, who won and who lost?"

Zhou Mili quickly swallowed the dried fish in his mouth, clapped his hands, stared at Chen Qingliu curiously, and asked.

"No loss, no win!"

The dragon warrior was very arrogant, and naturally did not want to admit that he was inferior to the other party, so he said stubbornly.

Zhou Mili also reacted at this time, with a bright smile on her face, and greeted enthusiastically.

"It's in vain, it's in vain, it doesn't matter if you lose, drink, drink, a drink will make you forget all your worries!"