Chapter Fourteen: The Sword in the Stone(1/2)
The bluestone flows through the green mountains, covering the eyes of the rays of the sun. It has been lingering in the dreams of greed for so many years, and where are the roads on both sides today."
Qian Yi stood in the pavilion at the foot of the green mountain and couldn't help but recite a poem. He couldn't help but laugh at himself and said to himself: "You are just a prodigal son, why do you care about so many things?"
There was a trace of grass moving in the distance, Qian Yi looked there, and in the moment, a person appeared on the pavilion. He was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with clear eyebrows and eyes and said, "Brother Qian, Master Wan asked you to go there."
Qian Yi said: "Where is my master?"
"Top of the Ten Thousand Green Mountains"
Qian Yi was still shocked and said to himself: "Master, he is indeed a paradise. According to Yuhua Feixian, he is one step away. How can I compare to me?"
Qian Yi couldn't help but look up the mountain. The mountain was not very high, but it was covered with clouds and mist. He couldn't see through the top of the mountain. The water was not very deep, but it was cool and cool. There were cliffs and trees, everywhere, and flowers and plants were everywhere, and big bluestones were everywhere. Qian Yi said: "You go down! I already know."
The person was light and active, and there was no trace of a few bounces.
Qian Yi sighed, stepped on the mountain trees, and walked up leisurely. Within several steps, he disappeared.
The wind blows over the top of the mountain without any dust. When you enter your eyes, flying flowers wander, and a blue sky and white clouds are a beautiful scenery.
The old man standing in a commonplace clothes, with white hair on his head. After Qian Yi came up, the old man said, "Yi'er, you are here."
Qian Yi looked at the old man in front of him, and lowered his head for a moment and said, "Master, I'll do it, disciple."
The old man looked up at the sky, and the sky was still the sky. No matter how high it was, it seemed that he could not touch the zenith. The old man murmured: "Chaoer, he wrote back."
The sound is not loud, but it will make Qian Yi hear it. Qian Yi asked, "Is it not recorded in Fengmanlou?"
The old man said: "The page about ten thousand years ago was torn off."
Qian Yi couldn't help but sighed and said, "Can you let go, don't think about it."
The old man murmured: "It's been more than a thousand years. I've been working hard for this for a thousand years. I finally had some clues, but you asked me to give up. I don't want to listen to you anymore."
Qian Yi said: "I understand."
The two of them remained silent for a while, and the old man suddenly said, "By the way, do you know? Did Chao'er asks anyone to send the letter?"
Qian Yi asked: "Who!"
The old man said: "Do you still remember the massacre of leaving home ten years ago? Do you save that child by me?"
Qian Yi smiled slightly and said, "He Zhixi, five years ago, I bet for my second and third junior brothers. It was this kid at that time. I remembered that he lied to me for illiteracy. Haha, I don't know him yet. I know a thousand words at the age of five, and I can read hundreds of books at the age of seven. Unfortunately, I was ten years old..."
The old man curiously said, "Do you know? A dragon appeared in the water of the world, and he was in it at that time."
Qian Yi said in horror: "Has this kind of monster appeared?"
The old man smiled and said, "It's okay, I've been scared to the depths of the water. I guess I won't dare to appear within a thousand years!"
Qian Yi asked: "What should I do in a thousand years?"
The old man looked up at everything in confusion and said to himself: "I am not a god. Can I live so long in a thousand years? Will history remember a sinner who is carrying the sword tower and the supreme skills of Xunxian Pavilion?"
Everything will disappear without a trace with the torrent of time.
Qian Yi hurriedly said, "Master, in fact, no one knows your difficulties."
The old man recalled everything and said, "Do you still remember the Yufeng from Fengmanlou thirty years ago? There are Jingyun and Weite. Now Jingyun and Weite have both committed suicide. Yufeng has changed his name now, and most people call him Fengyun Zhenren, who are deeply trapped in the sea of suffering."
After pausing, he said, "Maybe you don't know that Master He, seventy years ago, had already died two hundred years ago. There are even earlier ones. All of this is fate. No matter how people change, they cannot change the gears of fate. Those things are sad and heartbroken."
"Who is controlling everything behind the scenes, what happened ten thousand years ago? Who is causing the right to be the right and the demons again and again."
"ah!"
The sound came from afar, and the white clouds in the sky were shaken away, and finally they were together again.
A black eagle approaching was shocked to death and fell into the cliff. Another white eagle flew from afar and saw this and hit the nearby rocks. The old man saw this and said, "The animal still has feelings, let alone people. I didn't expect that I would kill two lives when I was excited today."
Qian Yi said: "The master has thought too much."
The old man said, "By the way, I asked you to come, I sent you a task. You can go to the Tower of Eternity to check, be careful, the people in the Tower of Eternity are very vigilant."
: "No!"
It was Pan Lingxuan's scream. Hui Lifei was pressing against him, looking at the woman in front of him with a bad look and said, "You scream! Even if you scream, you won't be able to come."
As they got closer, Pan Lingxuan started crying quietly.
Seeing this, Qiu Lifei was stunned, then stood up and laughed. Somehow the two of them got here, but what happened to them happened to them when they woke up.
Pan Lingxuan also stood up at this moment and kicked Hui Lifei from behind. She looked at Zhou Sui's condition.
This is a large flat land, with grass and flowers everywhere, and several big trees bear unknown fruits. The vines are scattered on the bluestone.
Pan Lingxuan twisted her lips with her left hand and the voice came out from afar.
After a moment, the fire clouds and horses came from the sky, while the red rabbits ran from afar.
The two horses went to their respective owners to get in touch. Zhilifei and Pan Lingxuan were wondering what their BMW was like today.
I'll find out after a while.
The two horses did not listen to the two men's orders and rushed to the distance, one red and one white, gradually disappearing from sight.
It turned out that two horses were elopement.
Qi Lifei said in his heart: "I wish you happiness, Red Rabbit."
Pan Lingxuan looked sore and couldn't help but say, "Why did your red rabbit seduce my fire cloud?"
Qi Lifei was a little discouraged at this time, ignoring Pan Lingxuan and looking at the sky, but unexpectedly, he was covered by fog. He knew that it was a cliff bottom. He walked straight south, and Pan Lingxuan followed behind him, like a follower.
"Why is your red rabbit seducing me from Fire Cloud?"
"Speak! Big fool."
"Shame Gen."
"Silly, fool."
Seeing that Qi Lifei ignored her words, he couldn't help but snorted. He wanted to get angry, but then he thought that he couldn't beat him. But he thought deeper and couldn't help but smile.
He walked to Lifei with a smile, approached Lifei's ear and said softly: "Lifei."
The faint fragrance came into Qi Lifei's nose, and he was stunned for a moment, without considering the bottom, and was moved by a stone with a big head. Qi Lifei felt embarrassed for a moment. He secretly looked at Pan Lingxuan, but he saw him covering his mouth and smiling and unable to straighten his waist. He wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in, and then stood up, copied the dust on his body, and ran south quickly.
Along the way, without the Red Rabbit, Hui Li Fei was extremely slow. Although he could use light skills, he didn't know if Pan Lingxuan could do it. He was embarrassed to ask, and he always kept a distance from Pan Lingxuan. It made Pan Lingxuan very depressed and wanted to cry. But when he thought of Hui Li Fei's bad temper, he felt that he had lived for several years.
"Ah! Spider! I'm most afraid of spiders."
Pan Lingxuan moved a few times and had arrived in front of Lifei, the speed was as fast as the speed of the electric sensation.
The colorful spider is as big as a human body. Although the eight claws are slender, they move like the wind, walking around the ground, and running horizontally and domineeringly.
Qi Lifei glanced at him and murmured: "Han Smoke Spider{1}, I've met a treasure now."
Then, Hui Lifei's eyes were like lightning and his movements were quick. A green light shot out from his right wrist, instantly tied the cold smoke spider into a big rice dumpling. In the blink of an eye, the Qingming rope was frozen over and frost, forming thick ice.
"Peng"
A claw emerged from the small crack of the Qingming rope. In an instant, the Qingming rope was already a useless rope and was lying on the ground. Xu Lifei couldn't help but sigh and said intimately, "My cultivation is still too low, or his foundation is unstable, and he can't even tie up a three hundred-year-old cold smoke spider."
Then he pulled out the four magic Qingyun Swords hanging behind Pan Lingxuan.
The blue waves flow, as if there is life.
Huili Fei transported the true energy in his body and poured it into the sword body.
The sword body suddenly had a blue light, like a vast sea, and could not see Hui Lifei, but could only see the green green light without a trace of murderous aura, as if it was a decoration.
The momentum of the sky was exhaled in an instant, and then the light of the sky shot out directly like a sharp arrow.
For a moment, the wind and sand rose, and Qi Lifei looked at everything quietly, thinking: "It should be dead!"
Pan Lingfei looked at everything and compared himself with himself. It seemed that this kid was amazing!
When the wind blows and dust dissipates, blood squirts all over the floor.
The Hanyan Spider slashed from the head and slashed to the middle of his body. Something blocked it. Qi Lifei took back the Qingming rope, which was stained with blood. Qi Lifei frowned. After a moment, he used his clothes to wipe the Qingming rope. He had long lost his bag. Pan Lingxuan seemed to be carrying it, but why did he have the nerve to use her things? He then found a wooden stick in the distance, walked to the Hanyan Spider, cut open its abdomen, and took out three white silks.
The strands are as white as snow, without any trace of blood, as thin as needles, soft and smooth. The three are as long as they are about three feet long.
Pan Lingxuan was originally away from the side, but when Qi Lifei took out three feet of white silk, he couldn't help but feel the strangeness. He remembered that the four magic Qingyun Swords had stopped here. Could it be that these three feet of white silk were a rare treasure? He couldn't help but come forward to watch, and Qi Lifei threw it to Pan Lingxuan casually. He said, "These three spider snow silks are the essence of the cold smoke spider. Take it!"
Pan Lingxuan asked, "Isn't it just right for you to use? Why give it to me?"
I look forward to a sentence in my heart, very much: "I'm giving it to you."
But everything was not satisfactory, so Zhilifei spoke.
"This spider snow silk has the same function as the Qingming rope. Besides, it can also take care of skin and cleanse, which is very suitable for girls."
Pan Lingxuan said: "The rope you tied me is called Qingming Rope?"
Hui Lifei said: "Yes."
The two of them didn't know what to say for a moment and walked quietly.
Suddenly, Hui Lifei felt a trembling soul, as if he was dancing, lying in the dantian, venting out his desire. Hui Lifei raised his head and looked in that direction.
That sword was an ancient sword, colorless, like a stone color, inserted on a huge stone. It was symmetrical to it. If you don't look carefully, you really can't tell that it was a sword.
Hui Lifei leaped into the air and jumped onto the big stone. He held the stone sword with his white but not long hands with both hands and pulled it up.
To be continued...