The old man was startled when he heard this, and blurted out: "If your cultivation level is like this, how high can your sister's level be?"

Watson shook his head and said with a wry smile: "This junior's cultivation is a mess, but my sister's cultivation is at the middle stage of the Golden Core, which is enough to enter the secret realm of Kunlun."

While the two were talking, snowflakes suddenly started to fall on the top of the snow-capped mountains, and a chill from heaven to earth spread to the stone house on the mountainside.

A few snowflakes fell in the wind into their teacups.

Before Watson could take a closer look, it had already become one with the spirit tea.

Watching the snowflakes fall, Watson was stunned and thought that the distance between the mountainside and the top of the mountain was not close. It was not the snowing season yet?

"What is your wish for entering the secret realm?"

The old man asked softly. He also felt the chill coming from the top of the mountain. Seeing Watson wearing only a thin linen coat, he couldn't help but ask: "Is it cold?"

Watson stretched out his hand to catch a piece of snowflake, felt it melt quietly in his hand, and smiled lightly.

He replied: "As long as I find my sister, I won't be cold. As long as she and my senior brother are not devoured by monsters and monsters, I will definitely be able to find them."

Watson's eyes were very firm when he said this, without any fear.

"You are ambitious, your temper is almost as good as mine."

The old man said softly that although the monks who came to the secret realm had high cultivation levels, their character was not as good as the young man in front of him.

In his opinion, those with slow perception cannot feel the artistic conception of ice and snow coming from the top of the snow-capped mountains.

This kind of artistic conception does not exist all the time, let alone the sound of the piano that blends into the snow-capped mountains. Even a person with a high level of cultivation may not be able to resist that artistic conception.

The young man in front of him obviously easily defeated the artistic conception of the top of the snow-capped mountains before coming to him.

This was quite a surprise for him.

"Where did the little guy come from? Could it be that he is a disciple of Kunlun?" The old man asked thoughtfully, carrying the teapot and adding spiritual tea to his cup.

Watson raised his head and glanced at the snow-capped mountains, the top of which merged with the sky, and shook his head gently.

He replied quietly: "The disciple comes from Yunqi Temple, not from Kunlun."

The old man was stunned, seeing that the person in front of him was not at a high level, but he withstood the pressure of the top of the snow-capped mountains and drove away the charming sound of the piano.

You can imagine how difficult it is to get down from the top of the mountain safely under such circumstances.

"Sure enough, only Buddhist disciples can withstand the pressure on the top of the snow-capped mountains." The old man sighed and asked, "In addition to rescuing your sister, do you have any other wishes during this trip?"

Watson put down the tea cup in his hand, looked at the mountain top filled with snow and mist, and replied: "It would be good to find my sister. I have something else to do and I have to go back to the temple in a hurry."

Regarding the matter of the meteorite, he planned to find Jiang Qingqing and the old woman to inquire about it after leaving the secret realm.

This trip to the secret place was to save people, and he would not mix two completely different things.

The old man looked at the top of the snow-capped mountains and said quietly: "I didn't expect that you came to the secret realm with the confidence of victory? Didn't you think that you would be unable to go back like me?"

Watson's expression condensed. Is this threatening him?

"Life or death matters, even if I risk my life, I will save my sister."

Watson said coldly that although he didn't know what secrets the Kunlun Secret Realm would hide, judging from what the old monk said while waiting for him to return to southern Xinjiang, he should be able to leave here alive.

Otherwise, the old monk waved and left without saying anything.

But he was a little confused. Since the old man in front of him had hands and eyes that could reach the sky, why didn't he see the old monk who came to the top of the snow mountain to find him?

Is it possible that the old monk has transcended the secret realm of Kunlun? No wonder he can come and go freely with the wave of his hand.

I'm afraid even the old lady in Kunlun can't do it, right?

"It's getting late today." The old man said calmly: "Are you interested in chatting with me? I'm sitting in the mountains as lonely as snow. I can't even remember how many years I haven't talked to anyone."

"OK!"

Watson withdrew his gaze from the top of the snow-capped mountains, looked at the old man in front of him quietly, and said with a smile: "It will snow tonight, I will treat you to a drink."

After saying that, he opened a jar of wine, took some dried meat that Zhu Jiu brought from Jiashi Imperial City and put it on the table. After thinking about it, he took out a plate of melon seeds and put it on the table. Then he took out two wine glasses with satisfaction.

"It's snowing all night long...but the snowflakes here are not as good as those in Kunlun. They disappear when you think about it, regardless of the season."

The old man stroked his beard and laughed heartily, then reached for a glass of wine and took a sip.

Then he smiled bitterly and said: "This is the shochu from Jiashi Imperial City. This is the taste of time. Thank you."

Watson also took a sip. There was a lot of cold in the snow-capped mountains. Drinking a glass of wine was just the right way to get rid of the cold atmosphere.

Because the old man was in a good mood, he inevitably talked a lot.

There was a lot of gossip from ancient times to the present, and he even talked about the previous heads of Kunlun one by one, until he drank half a jar of wine and finished the dried meat and snacks on the table.

Until Watson cleared the table and rearranged the tea-making utensils.

The old man looked at the sunset on the horizon and said leisurely: "After drinking your wine, let's talk about the so-called serious things."

Watson's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "Do you want to tell me the whereabouts of my sister and others?"

Unexpectedly, when the old man waved his hand, there was a scabbard that looked old. It was full of vicissitudes of time, and it was impossible to tell that it was a sword with murderous intent.

The old man looked at Watson's surprised look and said calmly: "You may not think that the scabbard is old, but the sword is terrifyingly sharp. Let me tell you the story of this sword..."

This is a sword known as the most terrifying in the world, called Changsheng!

People in the world are afraid of Bai Yujing, the owner of this sword, because no one has ever seen him kill anyone, let alone draw a sword, and all those he has seen have become dead.

Bai Yujing is a lonely person who met Yuan Zixia in the lonely rain.

She invited Bai Yujing to get on the carriage to take shelter from the rain. After entering the city, she found her old friend Fang Longxiang. When Fang Longxiang appeared, masters in the world appeared one after another and surrounded Bai Yujing and the three of them.

Bai Yujing thought these guys were trying to steal money, so he took action to solve Yuan Zixia's immediate trouble.

Unexpectedly, more martial arts masters came to the inn to confront each other. Bai Yujing was willing to give away all his belongings. Unexpectedly, these guys were not here for Bai Yujing's belongings.

Only then did Bai Yujing realize that the target of these guys was not him, but the woman he met in the rain, Yuan Zixia.

Later, Fang Longxiang betrayed Bai Yujing, launched a sneak attack and hit Bai Yujing's acupoint... It turned out that Fang Longxiang had long been a member of the Qinglong Society.

Fang Longxiang told Yuan Zixia about stealing the peacock feather blueprint, and the purpose of the Qinglong Society's trip was just to retrieve the blueprint.

Yuan Zixia agreed to hand over the drawings, but she wanted to see the trapped Bai Yujing. Bai Yujing had misunderstood Yuan Zixia because of her previous trust in Gongsun Jing and Fang Longxiang's frame-up of Yuan Zixia.

At the moment of life and death, Bai Yujing unlocked his acupuncture points, and after slashing the killer who trapped him with his sword... he claimed that he was an undercover agent of the Blue Dragon Society, and the purpose of this trip was just to clean up the traitors in the gang...

Later, Bai Yujing and Yuan Zixia disappeared from the world together, because Yuan Zixia fell in love with Bai Yujing from the moment he was willing to spend all his money to save the beauty.

From then on, they no longer wanted to wander around the world.

He fell in love with Yuan Zixia, and Yuan Zixia didn't care whether he was a prodigal or not, and since then she was determined to live in seclusion with him.

Therefore, a storyteller later said: "The first weapon in the world is not the Sword of Eternal Life, but Bai Yujing's smile."

"Smile?" Watson frowned slightly, looked at the old man and asked, "Smile is also a weapon?"

The old man held the long sword in his hand, his eyes full of nostalgia for the past.

He said softly: "So the first weapon is not the sword, but laughter...Only laughter can conquer people's hearts. When you understand this truth, you will put away the spiritual sword in your hand and smile happily."

After hearing this, Watson clapped his hands and sighed, and murmured to himself: "In a battle between Jianghu and Jianghu, if you are facing each other with cold eyebrows, you will naturally have to be on guard with all your strength. You can only smile with a smile. This is true to the saying of Buddhism."

The old man was stunned, looked at him and asked: "What do Buddhists say?"

Watson chuckled: "Buddha said that if you put down your butcher knife, you will become a Buddha immediately. Everyone in the world knows this truth, but who can really put down the knife in his hand?"

"I didn't quite understand this principle before, but after listening to my senior's words, I finally gained some clarity. Thank you for your hard work, senior."

Having said this, Watson stood up and clasped hands with the old man on the ground to express his most sincere gratitude.

The old man became confused when he heard this. He looked at Watson and asked, "What does this mean? Tell me."

Watson laughed: "Waving a knife with a hand is worse than holding a flower and smiling. A thousand miles in the world is not worth a big dream. There are several cool autumns in the world, but in the end it is just a handful of loess."

The old man slapped the stone table and laughed loudly: "Just because of your words, it's worth drinking three more glasses."

Before Watson could think of picking up the Sword of Immortality for a closer look, the old man unexpectedly waved his hands, put away the Sword of Immortality on the table, and took out a shiny golden object and placed it on it.

By now the sun was setting, and the old man had already lit a lantern under the eaves.

The shallow light on the first floor shone quietly on the golden things. Watson's eyes suddenly lit up and he exclaimed softly: "What a baby!"

A gleaming cylinder made of pure gold was placed in front of him.

The old man stretched out his hand to block Watson's hand that wanted to touch it, and said quietly: "There are two buttons on the round slip. As long as one of the buttons is pressed, the hidden weapon inside will fly out."

"It is said that when these hidden weapons are released, they are as beautiful as a peacock spreading its tail, brilliant and brilliant. However, just when you are stunned by this amazing creature, it has already killed you."

Watson took back his hand and exclaimed: "This is really a powerful weapon!"

"This is the second weapon I want to tell you." The old man took a sip of the spiritual tea and said quietly.

Gao Li and Qiu Fengwu are two good friends. They met in the martial arts world. After working hard for many years, Qiu Fengwu returned to Peacock Villa and became the owner, while Gao Li lived in seclusion with his wife.

He never thought that his former enemies would come to seek revenge on Gao Li. However, because Gao Li had lived in seclusion for many years, he had long since lost the murderous spirit of the past, and he thought that he would definitely not be able to defeat his former enemies.

So he went to Qiu Fengwu of Peacock Villa and borrowed the peacock feather from him.

The peacock feather is the number one hidden weapon in the world, and it is naturally extremely powerful. In order to help his friends tide over the difficulties, Qiu Fengwu considered lending the peacock feather to Gao Li again and again.

Sitting on the peacock feather, Gao Li temporarily regained his confidence, and in the duel, he finally defeated his old enemy with a wave of his hand, without using the peacock feather at all.

However, sadness came from it. Just after he was lucky to survive the enemy's pursuit, the peacock feather was accidentally lost.

Gao Li knew that he could not bear this fault, so he had to go to Peacock Villa to plead guilty.

Seeing that the peacock feather was lost, Qiu Fengwu had to tell Gao Li the truth about the peacock feather. In order to keep the secret, Gao Li drank poison and died.

Gao Li did not have the confidence to win against his former enemies.

With Gao Li's cultivation level, there was no need to rely on peacock feathers to increase his confidence. Qiu Fengwu originally possessed the world's best hidden weapon, peacock feathers, and was confident that no one could beat him.

When the peacock feather was lost, in order to save the Peacock Villa, he had no confidence and thought of killing Gao Li with poison to keep the secret of the missing peacock feather.

Later, Qiu Fengwu found the person who designed the Peacock Ling and wanted to recreate this treasure. However, before the hidden weapon could be built, the news of the missing Peacock Ling spread throughout the world, and Peacock Villa was destroyed.

What really led to the downfall of Peacock Villa happened to be the unconfident owner Qiu Fengwu.
Chapter completed!