Nightwatcher

The lotus seeds were inserted into the blade, as if they were attached to the blade, so the jade box would not be needed Xu Qi'an said hey, I'm such a smart guy.

As time passed by, Xu Qi'an sat at the table and stared at it eagerly. Prevent the lotus seeds from falling on the table. If this makes the table magical, the joke will be big.

In the future, the filly will not need to be ridden, but will sit on the table to travel, and the four tables will move over mountains and ridges flexibly?

He propped his elbows on the table, resting his chin, in a daze. Inspired by the efficacy of lotus seeds, he couldn't help diverging his thoughts and thinking of some interesting jokes.

If the right hand is enlightened with lotus seeds, the right hand will say: I still have to rely on me to pretend. Underpants said: Where did you put me?

Cigarette said: You both shut up and contain me.

The scabbard said: You fucking try to stab me again?

Thinking of this, Xu Qi'an laughed out loud.

"Oh! I can only entertain myself, I can't share it"

He slowly restrained his smile, resting his chin on one hand, and tapped the fingers of the other hand on the table boredly, feeling that he had an atmosphere of "not coming to spend the night with an appointment, just knocking on the chess pieces to drop the lights".

The full moon hangs high, and the cold moonlight is blocked by the screen window outside the house. The shrill insects sing one after another, highlighting the tranquility of the night.

On the wooden frame by the window is an incense burner with animal heads, burning incense to repel mosquitoes. There are many mosquitoes in the mountains, and it is impossible to sleep at night without burning mosquito repellent.

Of course, warriors above rank six don't have to worry about mosquito bites.

Unconsciously, three hours passed, the moonlight disappeared, and the sky outside the window was blue.

During this process, Xu Qi'an watched the lotus seeds wither little by little, and watched the black gold long knife slowly transform. It didn't become sharp, but it gave people the feeling that it was no longer a dead thing, it seemed to be alive.

The white and tender lotus seeds shrank completely and fell to the ground.

"Buzz!"

The black gold long knife trembled, flew up by itself, and flew around Xu Qi'an.

It seems to be very close to Xu Qi'an, just like a cub is close to its parents.

It's a wonderful feeling. Although it is still a knife, it feels alive to me, like a child or a pet. The corners of Xu Qi'an's mouth curled up unconsciously.

Seeing the black gold long knife flying and dancing in the room, Xu Qi'an couldn't help but think of the Erha he raised in his previous life, who also escaped like this, and would keep hitting himself with the dog's head when he was happy.

As soon as this idea came up, he saw the black gold long knife flying beautifully, the point of the knife was aimed at him, and it shot towards him.

Don't, don't, Xu Qi'an's expression changed drastically.

Ding!

There was no time to dodge, so he could only activate the Vajra Divine Art, and his chest was hit by a sting, like being stabbed hard by a needle, and the sting was extremely painful.

The power of the black gold long knife has increased dramatically. I tried to cut myself before, but Xu Qi'an, who didn't feel any pain at all, turned around with a dark face, and silently endured the "guard" of saber love.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The black gold long knife is like a promiscuous Erha, bumping Xu Qi'an's back with his "head" non-stop, expressing intimacy.

If I hadn't mastered the Vajra Kung Fu, I might have become the first master who was "loved to death" by my sword. Fortunately, I have this body protection kung fu, well, this is also part of my luck.

After a long time, the black gold long knife was enough to be affectionate, and it fell gently on the table.

Xu Qi'an grabbed the handle of the knife, placed it in front of him, stared at the blade, and said in a low voice: "The next step is to give you a name."

According to Zhong Li, giving a name is a very important part of identifying the master. Once a spiritual peerless soldier has a name, he will not change it.

Whoever gives it a name is its master.

The name of Zhen Guojian is "Zhen Guo", which is the name bestowed by the founding emperor.

Therefore, the meaning of the existence of the Zhen Guojian is to suppress the fate of the country. Therefore, Xu Qi'an can use it.

Choosing a name has an unimaginable meaning to the Peerless Divine Weapon, which is equivalent to defining its existence.

For the owner, this is also a questioning and an ambitious wish.

What name should I choose? Xu Qi'an pondered for a long time. He didn't know what was going on. Suddenly, he felt a surge of enthusiasm, as if he had a sympathy with heaven and earth.

He had a hunch that a crucial decision in his life was waiting for him.

Inexplicably, he felt that the room was too small and the ceiling was too low to hold his spirit.

Bang!

He pushed open the door, left the yard, and walked all the way to the top of a cliff.

At this time, the sky was blue and the mountain wind was howling, blowing his long hair and the hem of his clothes, and he seemed to be floating up, ready to go away against the wind at any time.

"I am a tourist from another world. In this world, people do not respect gods or Buddhas, kings and heaven and earth. I only have one long-cherished wish, that is, there will be fewer injustices in the world, and the common people can live more like human beings instead of animals. I hope the Chuzhou massacre will happen again

"Just call you "Taiping", follow me, cut all injustices, and create peace for the common people! Create peace for all generations!"

Holding the long knife high, he felt that his heart was like glass and his thoughts were clear.

Click!

The jade pendant, a magic artifact sent by the supervisor to shield the luck, has cracks.

At this moment, Tai Ping Dao had a feeling, and burst out a soaring saber intent, which went straight into the sky, breaking through the clouds on the top of Mount Quanrong.

At this moment, the vision of Quanrong Mountain popped up, and the strong wind blew away the clouds and mists that had been lingering all year round. Countless dead branches and green leaves were blown up, and the forest was shaking. From a distance, it seemed that the whole mountain was shaking.

Such a movement alarmed all the masters in the headquarters of the Quanrong Mountain Martial Arts League, including Yang Cuixue and Xiao Yuenu who were resting on the mountain.

"what happened?"

"Enemy attack, is there an enemy attack, wake up everyone."

"Such a terrifying vision, where did it come from? Could it be the third grade?"

"Could it be the revenge of the Daoist chief!"

One after another, masters rushed out of the room without even having time to light a candle.

when! when! when!

The melodious and dense bells echoed between the heaven and the earth, and echoed in every corner of Mount Quanrong.

This is the highest warning bell, telling the tribes in the mountains to guard against enemy attacks.

The masters of the Wulin League rushed out of the room one after another, came to the open space, and saw the terrifying vision with their own eyes. It seemed that there was only a strong wind in the world, and the air currents rolled upwards and reversed, rolling up gravel, green leaves, dead branches, etc. .

Such a terrifying vision of heaven and earth has already exceeded the limit of ordinary people.

Xiao Yuenu was wearing a pink robe, covering her exquisite and protruding figure, and she was wearing a white inner garment. The incident happened so suddenly that she didn't have time to wear a complicated skirt.

Jewelry is also excluded, and only a light yellow ribbon is used to tie the blue silk.

She leaped up to the roof lightly, looked around, and saw some acquaintances of Yang Cuixue.

"What's going on?" Xiao Yuenu's voice was cold, and she tightly clenched the silver fracture fan in her hand.

"Either the ancestor broke through, or the enemy attacked." Fu Jingmen said in a deep voice: "I just came out too."

All the sect masters and sect masters looked serious, ready to fight.

"Is it the head of the Dizong?" Xiao Yuenu frowned, making a judgment.

She subconsciously clenched her fan tightly.

The faces of Fu Jingmen and others sank at the same time. If the Dizong attacked, it must be because of the Yueshi Villa, but soon they found out that the people from the Yueshi Villa had gone to the building, annoyed, and came to take revenge on the Wulin League.

Although the Wulin League is a giant in the Jianghu, it is still very different from the three Taoist sects, unless the ancestors personally take action.

And even so, the battle of the peak powerhouse is still a catastrophe for Inu Rongshan.

At this time, Yang Cuixue said: "Leader!"

Following his gaze, Cao Qingyang, dressed in purple, jumped out of the main courtyard, landed on the ridge of the roof, and stopped in front of everyone.

"Did the old leader break through?"

"Is it an enemy attack, President Cao?"

The sect masters and sect masters stepped forward to inquire.

Cao Qingyang's face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "It's not the ancestors."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, no longer taking any chances.

Cao Qingyang didn't speak any more, and quickly located the source of the storm, and took the lead to go away against the wind.

Yang Cuixue and others followed.

Soon, they left the complex and went around to the left side of the main peak, where there was a cliff.

On the cliff, a tall and straight young man stood proudly, holding a long knife in his hand, the knife energy pierced through the sky, shining like the might of the sky, and a stream of air entangled around the knife energy.

"Xu Yinluo?!"

There was a sound of astonishment, and everyone in the Wulin League looked at this scene with a bit of bewilderment and astonishment.

Such a big commotion was actually caused by Xu Yinluo?

He, the knife in his hand, Cao Qingyang's eyes fell on the dark golden long knife.

"gulu"

Some people swallowed their saliva and looked at the long knife with a salivating expression, envy shining in their eyes.

Anyone can see that this is a peerless magic weapon, people in the world have the least resistance to magic weapons.

More and more people gathered and witnessed the scene of the young man standing proudly on top of the sky, soaring to the sky.

"Not an enemy attack?"

"Xu, what is Xu Yinluo doing?"

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, but no one could give them an answer.

But from today, there will be one more rumor in the world: In the midsummer of the 37th year of Yuanjing, Xu Qi'an had an epiphany in Mount Quanrong, and was born with a vision.

After a long time, the saber energy subsided and the strong wind calmed down. At this moment, the first ray of morning light from the east shone on Xu Qi'an, illuminating his handsome profile.

On the spot, I don't know how many women were shocked.

Xu Qi'an withdrew the knife and inserted it into the scabbard. He breathed out silently, and suddenly realized his mission, and felt comfortable all over.

He swept Cao Qingyang, Yang Cuixue, and the Wulin League members watching from a distance one by one, and said in a loud voice: "I have realized something in my heart, I have disturbed everyone, return"

Just as the voice fell, a slightly hasty call came from the back mountain: "Come here, come here"

Xu Qi'an and Cao Qingyang looked at each other, knowing that it was the voice of the old leader of the Wulin League.

The rest heard it too.

"What's that voice, who is it?" Fu Jing looked around the door knocker and shouted.

"Master Fu, don't be rude." Cao Qingyang reprimanded: "That's the old ancestor."

Hearing this, the members of the Wulin League were in an uproar and excitedly discussed.

"Old ancestor, is it the voice of the old ancestor?"

"My father said since I was a child that the ancestors lived in the back mountain, but since I was born, I have never heard the voice of the ancestors."

"The ancestors have protected the Wulin League for thousands of years."

The Wulin League has always claimed that the founder of the mountain is still alive, but people in the Jianghu have never seen that person who is the same age as the country, including the tribes of the Wulin League. Since childhood, the elders have said that the back mountain is a forbidden place, a place where the ancestors cultivated .

Passed on from generation to generation, but no one has ever really met, or even heard a voice.

"The old ancestor is calling for leader Cao, leader Cao, hurry up, don't keep the old ancestor waiting."

Seeing that Cao Qingyang was stuck in place, everyone hurriedly urged:

"Leader Cao? The ancestor called you."

"Leader Cao, hurry up."

Those two "you come", don't need to think about it, they must be calling President Cao. In the martial arts league, on Mount Quanrong, only Cao Qingyang is qualified to meet the ancestor.

Because he is the leader of the alliance and the talker of this generation.

Cao Qingyang still didn't move, and nodded towards Xu Qi'an.

Xu Qi'an immediately walked towards the back mountain. Compared with before, he was suddenly no longer afraid of the secret of luck being exposed, but at this moment, his chest was full of clouds, and he was free and easy.

A series of gazes stared blankly at Xu Qi'an's back.

Isn't the old ancestor calling League Leader Cao?

The ancestor had been silent for hundreds of years, and it was Xu Yinluo who called out for the first time in front of everyone?

In front of the stone gate, Xu Qi'an held a saber and said respectfully: "Senior, what do you want me for?"

"Who are you? Why do you have luck?"

The old voice asked, straight to the point, without delay, with a strong martial arts style.

Just like the exchange he had with Xu Qi'an last night, the secrets of luck and the past events of history, he spoke bluntly and never kept secrets.

I still like to play with Wufu. I am in charge of Jinlian and Wei Yuan. My heart is very dirty. I am ashamed to be with them. Xu Qian sighed in his heart and said:

"I'm just paying homage to an ordinary commoner, but I do have luck in me, to be precise, it's the luck of the country."

Shimenli didn't reply, as if he was waiting for him to continue talking.

"Twenty years ago during the Battle of Shanhaiguan, a mystic sorcerer and the leader of the Heavenly Gu Department of the Gu Clan stole half of Dafeng's national fortune. That national fortune finally fell on me.

"But I don't know why I was chosen"

Xu Qi'an briefly talked about luck and what happened to him.

It's strange, when he faced Wei Yuan and Jin Lian, he never mentioned luck, even though Daoist Jin Lian knew something about it.

But for the old man, he had no intention of hiding it.

When it comes down to the reasons, there are probably two points: First, the other party is a straight-hearted martial artist who speaks directly, unlike Jin Lian and Wei Yuan, who are too thoughtful, and when getting along with them, they can't help but think too much and worry too much.

Second, the martial artist inside is the same age as Guo, and has a lot of experience. The scene just now can't be hidden from others at all. He must have seen something when he called so eagerly.

So Xu Qi'an might as well be more generous and tell the secret.

"It's no wonder that Dafeng's national power has weakened so quickly in the past twenty years. It is not only because of the emperor's cultivation, but also because of his luck being stolen." The old man suddenly said:

"What happened to you just now?"

Xu Qi'an then told the old man that the lotus seed had turned into a saber and helped it to become a peerless soldier.

"What's the name of the knife?"

"Taiping means peace in the world."

The old man smiled, and his voice was clear: "The third grade of Confucianism is called Liming. When you are promoted, you are born with a strange phenomenon. That is because the great Confucianist is in charge of the destiny of the human race.

"Although you are not of the Confucian system, the essence is the same. Therefore, the vision just now was created. Here is a piece of advice for you, keep in mind today's thoughts. If you fall into the devil's way in the future, you will die from the backlash of luck."

"I understand." Xu Qi'an nodded, not forgetting to ask for advice:

"Senior, what do you think of my situation?"

"What do you think? Well, you don't want to join the Wulin League anymore, I don't want you anymore." The old man said.

Bah, the vulgar martial artist Xu Qi'an spat in his heart, and said in his heart that the turnaround was too fast, knowing that I was a pawn of the supervisor and the mystic warlock, you immediately gave up.

"Of course, if I can be promoted to the second rank, the Martial Arts League can protect you. Hehe, even if you can't beat the first rank of other systems, you are not afraid of a second rank martial artist."

The old man in Shimen smiled and said: "You don't have to be wary of me. I have the ambition to reach the top of the martial arts, so I will definitely not be lucky. Otherwise, I will never die with your great ancestor five hundred years ago. As for now, I'm not rebelling, so it's useless to ask for luck."

"But if you are accompanied by great luck, maybe, senior, can you be promoted to the second rank?" Xu Qi'an tentatively asked.

The old man was silent.

Just when Xu Qi'an secretly scolded himself for being stupid and opened up a topic that was extremely unfavorable to him, the old man said quietly:

"What gave you the illusion that martial arts can manipulate luck?"

Xu Qi'an bowed and bowed: "This junior is careless."

That's right, even if this old ancestor was greedy for his luck, how could a vulgar martial artist know how to absorb luck?

In the end, it wasn't the virgin who stared blankly and anxiously when he saw Picasso.

After being silent for a while, Xu Qi'an was not reconciled, and said, "Senior, what advice do you have?"