Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 947: Bing Zhu Ye talks
Sword Peak, the peak is ten thousand feet high, and the mountain peak is like a long sword with cold light.
It just rained a little bit, and the breeze blew on my body, making it a little cold.
grass, stone cylinders, ancient wells... the layout is elegant and reasonable.
Ling Yue sat with Wen Zhou looking at each other, and there was a cup of fine flower tea in front of him, the fragrance of tea overflowing.
Wen Zhou's long sleeves lightly waved, his voice is rare and kind and gentle, and he whispered: "Yue'er, come, have a taste, this is a hundred-flower tea from the East Fan. The taste is very good. I work as a teacher on weekdays. I can’t bear to drink it."
"Thank you, Master!" Ling Yue clasped his fists slightly.
Then he lifted the tea cup and gently squeezed it with his lips. Suddenly, a warm current breeds and spreads to all corners of his body, washing away all the fatigue in his body, warmth, as if immersing the whole body in In the hot spring, I was so comfortable that I wanted to groan.
"How about it, isn't it?" Wen Zhou stroked his beard, and said with a smile.
"Yeah!" Ling Yue nodded slightly. Although there was doubt in his heart, he still listened quietly.
Wen Zhou picked up the tea cup, drank the tea, squinted, and asked casually: "What do you think of Yu Tianrui?"
Lingyue touched his chin with his fingers, and he groaned for a while, and said: "I will not be surprised when things happen, he has great wisdom, and he is not careful. There are thousands of hills in his chest. One day he can meet the hydration dragon, which is worthy of deep friendship." /
"Yes, if you have a Kunpeng in your heart, how can you be of Basil?" Wen Zhou's fingers gently pressed the tabletop with the rhythm of the shaking of the candle, and the tea in the tea cup swayed in a circle of fine ripples.
Neither of them spoke, and the room fell silent.
After a long while, Wen Zhou parted his lips and said, "Yue'er, if you can meet this person, it also shows that your fate is very superficial. You have to grasp it. There is a faint feeling in my heart. I'm afraid this world. You can't restrain this person. You have to grasp this opportunity and exchange your sincerity with your sincerity. As long as you can get a little bit of it, the road will definitely become wider and wider in the future, and you will be better than the master."
Ling Yue's heart stunned. Although he knew Ouyang Ming's talents, he never expected that Master's evaluation of Ouyang Ming would be so high. How can this be possible for people who cannot be restrained by this world?
The sound was like thunder, roaring in his head, and shattering his original world.
After a long time in a daze, he nodded gently and responded: "Master, I understand."
Wen Zhou looked out the window and sighed: "You still don't understand!"
After retracting his gaze, his slightly old fingers were buckled upside down on the space bag. After a flash of white light, a piece of yellowed sheepskin lay quietly in the palm of his hand, with a very distant breath. Roughly speaking, at least It has existed for thousands of years.
Wen Zhou had a reminiscence in his eyes, and explained: "I got this sheepskin picture from Daxu. You can give it to Yu Tianrui. It’s not a small favor, as long as it’s incense. Constantly, with this kind of person’s dripping grace, your temperament is indispensable for you."
"Master..." Ling Yue suddenly raised his head, eyes filled with excitement.
"Take it, don't be hypocritical." Wen Zhou gently handed the sheepskin map over.
Ling Yue took the sheepskin map, only feeling heavy.
His eyes were hot, he raised his hand and wiped it lightly, and cursed: "It just rained and the wind was strong, blowing the sand into my eyes."
Wen Zhou didn’t talk about breaking things, and said: “Although feelings can also be managed, they are more caused by Jincheng. Jinshi is to open up. Don’t put the cart before the horse. This sheepskin map is just a stepping stone.”
"I must follow Master's teachings." Ling Yue respectfully worshipped, sincerely.
"Go!" Wen Zhou waved his sleeves in a very wise voice.
After Ling Yue left, he walked to the top of the mountain, took out a pot of spirits, and decided for himself.
Looking at the mountains and rivers below, I secretly said in my heart, the voice of the gods and demons that shred the golden arrow feathers today is really the secret of the dragon clan? Is there really a dragon in this world?
I took a sip of spirits into my throat, feeling a little dazed in my heart.
In the moonlight, the mountain road is rugged and winding to the distance.
Ling Yue touched the sheepskin map in his arms through his clothes, only to feel that another raging flame was burning in his heart.
Secretly said in my heart, Master has always looked at people extremely accurately, but if Brother Yu wants to break free from the shackles of this world, it still feels too far-fetched, what has Master discovered? He was extremely curious in his heart, but in a flash, he rotted the idea in his heart, even if he asked him, he would not say it.
His back figure gradually disappeared into the moonlight.
"咚咚咚......" The knock on the door was not slow or slow.
"click", the door opened, and seeing Ling Yue, Ouyang Ming smiled heartily and said: "Brother Ling, please come in quickly."
said, he made a request and welcomed Ling Yue in.
chatted with each other for a while, Ouyang Ming took the initiative to ask: "Brother Ling, I don’t know what is important when I came to the humble house at this time?"
Ling Yue took out a sheepskin map from his arms, and his voice did not rush, "I know that Brother Yu is about to enter the market, I have prepared a generous gift for you." Before the voice fell, he handed the sheepskin map with both hands. Come here.
"This is?" Ouyang Ming was surprised and asked in a deep voice.
"Brother Yu just look at it." Ling Yue blinked his eyes with a mysterious expression on his face.
Ouyang Ming's heart was stunned, and he took it with both hands. After just one glance, his face changed, and he kept saying: "Brother Ling, this...this is too precious!"
Ling waved his hand more and chuckled: "Brother Yu, although this map is only a fragment, it can also increase the hope of survival. You see that the color is dark, it means that the place is not to be approached. Dangers and opportunities coexist in the big market, so Brother Yu should stop being hypocritical." Ouyang Ming is not easy to refute, and this picture of sheepskin is indeed a help in the snow.
Ouyang Ming's eyes condensed, he gently arched his hands, and said: "Brother Ling, if you ask for something in the future, it's okay to say it. As long as you can get it under the hood, you won't postpone it."
Ling Yue's face was overjoyed. He did so much for this promise?
said in his mouth: "Brother Yu said something seriously."
Seeing that Ouyang Ming’s whole mind was on the sheepskin map, Ling Yue rolled his eyes and took the initiative to speak: “Brother Yu, it’s getting late, let’s leave now.”
Ouyang Ming stood up and sent him out of the yard, looking at his back, with a pensive look.
's eyes flashed with a sharp light, he pours his spiritual power into the sheepskin map, and compares it with the remnant map seen on the top of the ancient pagoda. He is careful and careful not to put the slightest details. After half an hour, he secretly said in his heart, big The market is too big, it is impossible to tell where the place marked on this map is. Perhaps the place marked on this sheepskin map is less than one ten thousandth.
sighed and put the sheepskin map into the space bag.
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On the top of Absolute Sword Peak, in a stone house, a man in Chinese clothes sits cross-legged. He is carrying a three-foot-long blood-colored sword box behind him. The Sword of Guarding Peak of Absolute Sword Peak is kept in it.
Burial Sword lightly opens and closes his eyes, and the shadow of a blood sword is reflected in his eyes.
The blood sword grew rapidly, and the sword energy overflowed in the whole stone house, and there was a sword of chill and spirit of the nineteen states of frost and cold.
The Burial Sword tapped the sword case lightly, and the **** long sword turned up and down, extremely agile.
He raised his right hand and drew a circle in the air. The blood sword was pushed out with his movements, and a wave of sword energy was shocked. In a flash, the rock wall sank six or seven feet inward, but strange Yes, not a single piece of gravel flew up.
There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he laughed to the sky: "Why do swords need to be buried, swords need to be raised."
At this moment, an old man with a worn-out sword case walked in. The sword case was covered with rags, and there was a clear crack running through it.
The old man’s eyes are muddy and his aura is blocked, giving people a feeling of drowsiness. If you really want to describe it, it’s like he just got up from the grave.
stepped forward on the funeral night, gently supporting the old man’s arm, and whispered softly: "Old Jian, don’t worry, this time I enter the Great Ruins, I will definitely bring out the spiritual things that continue to live."
The old man coughed and sighed: "People can disobey their fate, but they can't disobey the old."
His name is Jianyi, the peak master of Absolute Jianfeng, and his sword training is earth-shaking.
The cultivation base is also the realm of the Venerable. Even in his current state of exhausted vitality, the ordinary Venerable is really not his opponent.
He is a sword repairer, and the skill of sword repairing attack is unmatched. If the sword repairer pays attention to the majestic atmosphere, the long knife rolls, and there is nothing to stop, then the sword repairer is sharp and can pierce. The sky, piercing all the sharpness in the world.
Burial Sword whispered: "How can you, you have to live for thousands of years."
"Haha, just you will please me and I don't think I hurt you for nothing." The old man put the sword case down, without a bit of superior demeanor, and sat on the ground. Then he said: "Now, the Seven Star Sect is extremely prosperous, even if the old man is gone, it will not hurt, but things will be reversed, or he will come, I am afraid that the suzerain will be blinded by the thief for a while. This desire, once the gap is opened, it can't be controlled. So it's not that the old man is afraid of death, but the old man can't die! I have to watch and guard ~IndoMTL.com~ I can rest assured, just like the eternal life pill spread in Zhangzhou, if it is not driven by someone, I don't believe it. "
Buried Jian complimented again: "Listening to the words of the old Jian, you are better than reading hundreds of years of books."
The old man made a gesture to fight, but was gently hidden by the sword.
He glared at him and looked very imposing, Burying Jian knew that he couldn't hide, so he lowered his head and walked to his side.
Old Sword didn't use any force, just flicked his forehead lightly, and his expression became solemn: "You must be careful about this trip. The vast ruins are vast and dangerous. Even the venerable one may fall. "
"Got it!" Funeral Jian nodded slightly.
The old man was still uneasy, pointing a finger at the center of his eyebrows, and the turbid eyes lit up.
An aura that can cut through the sky swayed away, and then, a drop of blood flew out and turned into a sword light and shot into the arm of the Burial Sword.
After finishing this, the old man staggered and his face became even more dry, and said weakly: "With my blood as a guide, I cut out this sword, even the venerable must avoid the edge for a while."
finished speaking, with his feet high and low, he walked out of the stone house, his back is old and desolate.
Burial Sword firmly squeezed his fist, his eyes firm. ...
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