Among the continuous green mountains, the forest is like blue waves, and people are like ants climbing.

There were two people walking in the mountains from early morning to dusk, then from dusk to cold moon hanging high, and finally entering a small hill temple.

The mountain temple was dilapidated and fire was overflowing, adding a bit of weirdness and depth to this cold night in the mountains.

There was a pile of fire in the temple, and there were two people sitting on both sides of the fire, one of whom was between thirteen and sixteen years old. The other was a big man, who looked like he was twenty-seven or eight years old. His face was dark and rough, but his eyes were bright and sharp.

The young man's name is Yi Yan, a native of Donghou, Jiangxi. He was thin, lowered his head to eat dry food, and held a water bag in his left hand. The man's name was Wang Su, tall and thick. He changed the water to wine, but his eyes looked around the temple, and his nose moved slightly, as if he could smell something special from this decaying temple.

The sky in the mountains is hidden from the demons and ghosts for a long time.

There is a locust tree in the mountain. The locust tree has been used for thousands of years and has evolved into spirits. Because someone died under the tree, the human soul is attached to the tree body, and the old locust tree has transformed into locust tree charms.

When the moonlight shone on the locust tree, a human face appeared on the locust tree, and then slowly struggled out a green old pier with a bark, with a dark green locust tree stick in her hand. As her eyes opened and closed, a faint green light appeared. She walked down the mountain, looking old, but she walked very far in one step, passing through the trees without any barrier.

There is a black shadow coming out from the ground at the yin evil place, walking with the wind to the moonlight, twisting its body, and it actually makes a semi-comfortable and half-painful sound in the moonlight. It is a demon in the mountains. At this time, it can walk in the moonlight and absorb the essence of the moon, but it cannot maintain its true form, so its face is blurred and regardless of gender.

Another tar stood on a big tree on the top of the mountain, with a valley dozens of feet below it. It grabbed the branches with one claw, and looked at the broken temple. It had inhuman joy in its eyes, and its cold and cruel eyes were terrifying. A gust of wind blew, and the treetops were undulating and sinking. When it bounced up, it had already fallen to the earth in the wind.

The fire in the mountain temple is still quiet.

In a blink of an eye, the mandrill had reached the side of the mountain temple, and jumped onto the roof, as light as a raccoon. Following the ridge, we came to the hole on the roof and looked down.

I saw a pile of fire burning under the hole. On one side of the fire was a boy, covered with a thick and half-old dress, and a shabby wooden board under him. He faced the westward pillow, facing the fire, and the flames reflected on his face. It was obvious that he was still so tender, with a small braid hanging on the wooden board.

The wind blew in, the fire swayed, and he seemed to be cold, trying his best to shrink his body towards the old clothes covering his body.

On the other side of the fire opposite was a big man. His figure was in sharp contrast to the young man. His waist and back were undulating, like a yellow cow's back, as steady as a mountain, breathing long, holding a knife in his arms, and there was nothing covering his body. He looked like a warrior swordsman. Because he was facing the fire with his back, his face was hidden in the darkness and could not see clearly.

In addition to one door, this temple also has two gaps, one is the top of the temple and the other is a crack at the corner of the east wall.

The night wind blew in, making the door shaking and creaking. The boy seemed to be very cold, tightened his body, and his brows were slightly frowning. The man opposite him was still sleeping calmly.

Back then, it broke through the temple top and killed the temple Zhu. Today it chose this place again. Its body looks a bit thin, just as big as a teenager, but its claws are black and sharp, and extremely powerful, and can produce tigers and leopards.

The fire was just under the entrance of the cave, and its eyes were patrolling the boy and the big man. The boy's body trembled slightly, as if it was cold, as if he was having some nightmare, and his breathing was a little rapid.

A green light appeared in the corner of the wall on the east side of the temple. It was Huai Mei's eyes looking inside. Huai Mei was originally coming from the south, but she went around to the east of the temple to peek.

The evil ghost was watching under a tree more than ten meters away and did not approach it. However, if it was confirmed that there was no danger, it would enter the temple as quickly as possible.

The cold air gathered in the temple, and even the flames became dark.

The elixir is cruel and greedy, the locust is cunning and vicious, and the mountain ghost is cautious and weird.

They do not interfere with the river water. Whenever there is food in the temple that makes them all excited, they will hunt in their most instinctive ways, and finally share it and eat it, maintaining an indescribable balance between each other.

At this time, they still did not rush into the temple because they were all judging the strength of the great man.

The boy's whole body was shaking like a sieve. He could sense a person who was staring at him with some malicious eyes and felt extremely frightened. However, the boy did not open his eyes. His eyelids seemed to be about to open them several times, but he seemed to dare not.

The man suddenly woke up at this time. He turned over and sat up. The firelight shone on his face. His rough face was a little red, and his eyebrows were wide open. Although he also had a braid on his head, he did not shaved the hair on his forehead like a boy.

He half-squinted his sleepy eyes, walked towards the temple door with a knife, looked around, walked out a few steps, and peed not far from the temple, then walked back, lay down again, and snored softly in a short while.

The lip of the temple top was raised, and the sharp fangs were exposed, and it was smiling.

The reason why it has not pounced on it was because it was worried that this strong man was the kind of swordsman who entered the gate of cultivation. If it were such a person, it would have to work with Huai Mei and Sha Ghost to safely kill him.

Just now, from the big man getting up to going out to get out to sleep, his movements and vigilance were just an ordinary warrior, not a cultivator. If the big man was a cultivator, he would sense the demonic aura on his body, and he obviously had no idea.

The lord screamed in excitement, and kicked the temple's roof. A large piece of rubble and dust fell down. The lord had already rushed into the temple and headed straight towards the Han.

The sharp four claws and sharp fangs flashed in the fire in the temple.

Just as the elves screamed strangely, the young man's body stiffened, and he seemed to be able to sense the sudden rush of killing aura.

A green shadow flashed in the crack of the wall on the east side. An old woman in green was already standing under the wall in the temple. It was Huai Mei.

Her face, which was as bark as old as a tree, became more and more terrifying under the shadow of the fire. The green light flashed in her eyes. When the locust wood stick was lifted, her figure flashed and she had already reached at least one year.

That is, when the elbow jumped to the top of the man's head, the man lying on the ground suddenly flipped up, pressed the ground with one hand, and a black light had already drawn an arc in his arms, held it in the other hand, and slashed out high as his body turned. The firelight reflected on the man's face, and he could see his quiet and cold eyes, with deep murderous intent.

There was a layer of black light on the blade, and the sword was fierce and simple, like a knife that was cut out after being suppressed for a long time. The power was like a tiger suddenly rushing out from the darkness. The blade cut through the silent void, and a faint sound of a knife chanting flowed in the void.

A look of horror appeared in the eyes of Xiao.

When the sword light suddenly appeared, it had arrived in front of its forehead. Under the flames, the black-white light was so scared that it almost disappeared. It screamed in horror, and its claws that had almost transformed into demons grabbed the long sword with black light. At the same time, its body was strangely moving and flying in the air.

It already has a simple ability to control the air. By staggering this attack, it can escape far away, and then joins Huai Mei and the evil ghost to kill him.

As long as you escape this knife, you will be fine. The lord thought so in his heart, and his claws were already swung against the side of the knife. This was its instinct.

However, at this moment, the knife turned from vertical to oblique slash.

"Click."

Cut off the claw with one knife, and the knife force will not decrease in half.

The lord screamed, filled with unbearable pain of broken claws, and panic. But as soon as the scream started, it had already stopped abruptly. A black light flashed across its neck, and its evil and ugly head was thrown away, and blood was sprinkled in the air.

The big man rushed towards the old woman Huaimei, with the knife.

One of his feet was still straight, not leaving the ground, but the other foot had already jumped up. At this moment, the whole person seemed to have been raised and lengthened a lot. The long sword was raised high, slashing from top to bottom, and the black light on the long sword was dazzling.

Huai Mei saw it and felt that it was like a rushing army and horses stalking, with no way to resist, even a mountain was about to be split.

The military evil aura that surged from the great man's body was only available in the army who had cultivated the military evil Xuantiangang, which made her realize instantly that the great man had always hidden his strength before. She was most afraid of such a person, and that the military evil aura was only harmful to the spiritual body.

Huai Mei seemed to be panicked, throwing her dark green locust stick to the ground, turning around and running away, and the green light flashed when she turned around, and it had reached the crack.

The big man's sword was extremely fast, and his body seemed to be driven by his sword.

However, his knife did not run towards Huai Mei, but flew down and slashed at the dark green wooden stick of the young man who fell to the ground, and it was broken with one knife.

A scream outside the temple, the old woman had turned into a ball of green smoke and dissipated.

It turned out that the locust wood stick was her real body. At this time, she wanted to devour the young man's soul.

The locust wood stick was cut off, and a pool of fishy green liquid scattered on the boy's face. The boy screamed in shock and crawled into a corner to hide. Under the clothes he covered, there was a long sword tightly held in his hand. When he was hiding in the corner, the sword in his hand had been pulled out, and he faced the tip of the sword outside the temple with a look of horror, but his left hand was bleeding, and he accidentally cut his hand when he drew the sword in panic.

The Han man had already rushed out of the temple.

The long sword dragged behind him, and he ran towards the east like a tiger. His speed was extremely fast and his steps were not off the ground, but he felt a little hazy when he ran. The woods could not hinder him much. He was like a fish in the blue sea and green mountains, and seemed to have some kind of escape technique.

The mountain ghost ahead is fleeing, and it hides in the dark places.

After the man in the temple suddenly drew his sword to kill the elbow, it fled back immediately. However, no matter how it escaped, the man behind it chased him tightly and got closer.

At this moment, the mountain ghost suddenly drilled into a tree, and the sword flashed by, and the tree fell down. However, the evil ghost disappeared. The man did not go far away, but watched carefully everywhere.

Suddenly, black air slowly emerged from his feet while standing, and wrapped it around his feet.

A cold laughter sounded from the black smoke, and the laughter seemed to penetrate the legs of the man and poured into the man's heart.

The big man opened his mouth and roared, and a layer of black evil light surged up on his body. The black evil light surged down his body like a fountain. The evil ghost wrapped around him seemed to have suffered great damage and quickly escaped to the ground. However, the big man suddenly took a few steps, step by step faster, as if he could stomp the earth into a pit.

He caught up in just a few steps and stepped on the demon's body that seemed tangible and invisible. He saw a ball of black smoke that looked like a non-human twisting wildly under the feet of the man, making heart-wrenching whine.

The man slashed down with a cold sword. Under the cold moonlight, a black light could be seen crossing the body of the mountain ghost. The whine stopped.

A pool of black blood appeared on the ground, which was the essence and blood of the beasts in the mountains and the people who passed by the mountain ghosts sucked.

A gust of wind blew, and the black smoke dissipated with the wind.

The man was still in the sheath of the knife and stood there. In the moonlight, he was already sweating like a slurry. He tore open his chest and put his long sword on his shoulders. Facing the mountain wind, he strode down the mountain in the cold moon. As he walked, he suddenly sang loudly: "Hi...

The sound echoed in the valley.

"I'm a swordsman in Mobei...

If you don’t enter the court, you won’t pay food...

A whistling sound of brothers gathering...

I'm raising my sword and riding my horse and chopping my enemy's head...

Singing everywhere and the sky is scattered...

Is it free to be free in my own world...

...

The song is loud and majestic, and it runs straight through the cold moon for nine nights. The mountains are quiet, and everything seems to be listening to the singing of a great man. The bold and unruly spirit is vividly expressed in the singing, just like a group of swordsmen riding horses to kill the enemy at night, drinking and eating meat at a large gulp, and the enemy's heads rolling down in the distance, and they dispersed at dawn.

...

I haven't seen you for three years and miss you...

Walking rapidly day and night into the deep mountains...

I can't see my brother when I go deep into the mountains...

I saw that the mountain temple crying in the moon...

The singing has changed from being bold and unrestrained to being sad.

The great Han Dynasty was named Wang Su. These days, the boy saw Wang Su’s true feelings for the first time. Later he learned that a secluded friend lived in this mountain temple. He passed by here to get a shortcut and to be able to see his friends. Unexpectedly, he had been harmed by ghosts and monsters.

Since he entered the mountain temple, he smelled the magical aura, so he pretended to be an ordinary warrior, which attracted Huai Mei and the elixir to enter the mountain temple and killed them one by one. If it weren't for this, he was probably not the opponent of the ghost, Mei Mei, and elixir.

I heard the man still singing, but it seemed to be paying tribute.

"Chop off the elves with one knife...

I'm sure I'll have a bowl of sand wine...

Cut off the wooden charm body with one knife...

I'm sure I'll have a bowl of sand wine...

Is it a sword to disperse the evil ghost's body...

I'm sure I'll have a bowl of sand wine...

...

The boy with a face full of locust green liquid sat by the fire, looking at the big man singing and walking outside the temple, and looked at the look of fascination.

The young man's name is Yi Yan. He was only fifteen years old this day. He was stepping away from his hometown and going to study with a great nobleman in the distance. This day was more than ten days. Yi Yan felt that under Wang Zhuo's cold and rough appearance, he had such a rich and delicate heart.

The cold moon shone into the mountain temple, and from a crack, it shone on the boy's face dyed with green liquid from a locust wood, and looked at his eyes, like a little beast that had just emerged from the cave, looking at the colorful world in front of him, excited and scared.
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