Chao Qingqiu closed his mouth after asking all the things he should have asked.
When Meng Jin had finished talking about all the things that needed to be said, he also closed his mouth.
These two swordsmen, who were very different in age and realm, each stood in the courtyard, not knowing what they were thinking.
Meng Jin suddenly spoke, "I won't go to Sword Mountain."
Sword Mountain used to be sat on by Xu Silence, becoming the last place for the lineage of swordsmen among the mountains and rivers, but that's why the viewer has to climb Sword Mountain, because the existence of this place is something that Liang Xi and Yan Ling don't want to see.
From the very beginning that provoked Xu Silence, let Xu Silence a sword will chopped the cultivator began, Liang Xi and Yan Ling will not stop a day to hit the idea of the sword mountain, just anything has to be gradual and orderly, the cultivator's life expectancy is really not short, from the beginning of th
There is a huge corpse on the bottom of the North Sea, from the time it appeared here until now, it has been almost three months, during these three months, the corpse gradually decayed, some bones have been exposed, and there are still some carrion hanging on it, no matter according to who looks at it, it will feel particularly disgusting.I don't know if it's because it's at the bottom of the sea, but this body doesn't stink at all.Around this corpse, a young man was slowly walking forward, Li Fuyang had been walking for three months and had not yet been able to walk around the corpse of this Kun, in these three months, he had only walked from the tail of the fish to the position of the head of the fish, during this period, he had encountered two Qingshi realm cultivators, several cultivators who had not walked to the Qingshi realm, as well as a cultivator of the Taiqing realm.Among these cultivators, only two Green Silk Realm cultivators had moved against Li F
It's a full three months from the summer solstice to the fall equinox.It was still spring when that incident in the North Sea ended, and with the addition of these three months, it would be more than four months.There is no alternation of cold and warmth at the bottom of the sea, Li Fushang's whole body and mind are again placed in the matter of moving forward, so he actually does not know that it is already autumn, he just very much wants to walk around this corpse, wants to properly look at this Canghai Great Demon's corpse in its entirety, even if at that time, perhaps only some white bones can be seen.In these four months, Qing Tianjun had not come to see him, but Li Fushang knew that Qing Tianjun must still be in the North Sea, or else the cultivators he had seen at the bottom of the sea in these days would not have been at the highest realm of the Tai Qing realm.This would have been out of character.The corpse of a great demon, since it neede
Li Fuyao had seen Canghai, and Li Fuyao had not seen Canghai.If he said that he had seen Canghai, it meant that he had seen Qing Tianjun, but if he said that he hadn't seen Canghai, it was because Qing Tianjun hadn't shown the aura of a Canghai cultivator in front of him.But at this very moment, at the same time that the man in the sky-blue robe stood up, Li Fuyang felt her mind go blank, as if something had suddenly exploded.That kind of feeling was just like a subject meeting a king, giving birth to an irresistible sense of submission.Especially when that man opened his eyes and looked at Li Fuyang at the same time, that feeling became unusually strong.Even though Li Fuyang was standing at a distance, she was somewhat unable to control herself and was about to kneel down in front of him.Green Luo standing beside the man was even earlier already kneeling down in front of him, whispering and shouting father over and over again, tears streami
Li Fuyang still did not kneel down, from the time that man stood up to now, almost two hours had passed, and during these two hours, Li Fuyang's spirit was once close to breaking down.The sound in that Spirit Mansion had never stopped even more.That man had even begun to walk towards Li Fuyang.Li Fushang shook her head violently, "I'm not kneeling, what do I want to kneel, don't give reasons, I'm not giving you reasons, I just don't want to kneel!"Li Fuyao was close to madness.This was determined by the pain he had suffered in those two hours.Spiritual mansion is suddenly silent, no one can make a sound, if Li Fushang can see the light inside, should know that the Li Fushang sitting in the spiritual mansion has now been dissipated.There was no Li Fuzhuang in the Spiritual Mansion, and all those things were thoughts born within him.In a choice that was close to forgetting everything, Li Fuyang did not choose to kneel.Li F
The North Sea coast located in Shanhe had already left many cultivators these days, and there were not many cultivators left who still expected to be able to salvage up the holy pills in the North Sea, especially since no more holy pills had been salvaged in the past few months, leading to the disappointment of these cultivators, and apart from the few cultivators who were still holding on, there were no cultivators in sight any more.The coast is even less populated.Gradually it is going back to the light of those days when there was no Holy Dan to pass out.The teahouse by the coast has been devoid of any cultivators these days, most of the people traveling to and from it these days are ordinary people, and the old shopkeeper who seemed like he could die at any time has returned to a peaceful life.The sword box was buried back by him, after re-filling the soil, by him carefully step on the land, I believe that no matter by whom to see, will not think that
I thought this was a story about love, but it turns out it's still a story about swords.Thinking like this, Meng Jin felt very uninterested.Doesn't anyone in this world have to live without the sword?But in the end, as long as there is not someone who wants to take a shot at him Meng Jin, that is, you tear down this teahouse, as long as you are willing to lose money is not a big deal.Meng Jin closed his eyes, not going to listen or think about what the three people over there were going to say next.After that white-robed man came in front of the two, he said the words from before, and then he didn't care about the green-robed man, he just looked at the sword and said, "Whether you guys want to elope or whatever, it's fine, give me the sword and let me bring it back to the clan, and I won't disclose your whereabouts to master."The white-robed man's words, bland, not aggressive, no matter who can't pick any faults, if it's the general public,
Meng Jin had too many things in his life that he wouldn't care about, and now that a black donkey had just entered the teahouse to drink tea, he was even less likely to have any thoughts about it, and he returned to the back of the counter, and this time didn't close his eyes, but just looked at this side, with the emotions on his old face being very light.A large pot of hot tea was brought up by Meng Jin and placed on the wooden table, and Feng Lu took a step to drink the tea, making a loud noise as the white mist filled the room.The weather was slightly cooler at dusk on a fall day.This big pot of hot tea had added a lot of heat to the teahouse.But it was still a little cold in the teahouse.Especially the woman in the red dress.Let her go to fetch the sword of that person realm cultivation in her view is unfathomable, as if moving a finger will be able to take her life, but the young man in front of her, although there is no that kind of m
The two men in that attic who had been keeping an eye on the teahouse looked different.The withered old man frowned, "Why didn't you make a sword?"In his opinion, if a swordsman ran into a demon cultivator, no matter how, he would have to kill him with his sword, but after such a long time, there was not a single ray of sword qi coming out of the teahouse, so it was not normal.The white-robed man stood with his arms folded, remembering the scene when he first met him back then, and calmly said, "He's not like other swordsmen."The withered old man looked at the white-robed man, and hearing this, he said suspiciously, "You've seen him? What's different about him."The white-robed man laughed, "You should know he's different."The withered old man was confused, he and the white-robed man were acquainted with each other for only a few months, then he felt that he was really not a mortal, practicing the sword for more than a hundred years, the with