Above my head, among the clouds, there were dark clouds, and there was a sign of heavy rain.

Three hundred archers and one hundred guest warriors are all long-known masters in the world.

The second young master Xu Fengnian glanced at the shy chest beside him, looked horizontally into the ridge and peaked, and said with emotion:

"What a surging world!"

Shu Xiu noticed his eyes, proudly stood up, with a smile on his eyebrows and said:

"The second young master, seeing the dangers of the world, it is better to go into the world to experience it. Class 18 martial arts are all intriguing."

After more than twenty years, I went to Huishan again, and the old sword god was already a one-armed old man.

I was dozing off while standing, walking with my eyes closed, looking around. When I heard the two of them say this, even if they were old men in the flowers and were shameless, they were still slightly embarrassed at this moment.

There is no normal person in the Northern Liang Palace.

A few days ago, I felt that the title of the second young master's number one playboy in the world was burdened by his brother Xu Qianqiu.

Now it seems that they are all birds of a feather.

The world is as black as crows!

The old man suddenly flashed through the scene on the magic-killing platform, holding the green robe, kissing and touching...

It is not suitable for children, not for children!

Yimen is not very far from Guniujiang, and it can be reached about two or three miles away.

Outside Guniujiang, there is a large flat land, which is where the snow-capped floor is located.

It is indeed a good place for dead people, making it easy to bury corpses.

The second young master Xu Fengnian said with a headache: "More than 400 people are all first-class and second-rate masters. There are so many crowds of people, plus hundreds of dead soldiers. How can this get over?"

The old sword god said angrily: "I can easily pass by myself alone. As for you, if you want to fight to the death, just wait and explain it here.

How could a big family have been born after hundreds of years of foundation?

As for how to get through, I don’t have to worry about having your brother here.

Xu Xiao asked me to protect your brother and travel around the world, but along the way, he took the lead everywhere, took one step and predicted the enemy ten steps.

I was completely treated as a decoration and had no chance to take action."

The old man snorted coldly, closed his eyes and started to doze.

He felt a little sad and said to himself: "It was a waste of my efforts in this wealthy family that I finally found Xuanyuan Jingcheng, but he still rebelled in his nest.

This towering tree was heavy in Xuanyuan Dapan's hand and was already hollow. Now it is finally about to fall."

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Heavy snow floor.

The middle-aged scholar walked slowly in the wind, his sleeves were graceful, and he was outstanding.

After twenty years of endurance, at this moment, the great moment finally came out.

Along the way, I kept coughing and bleeding.

One step at a world, one breath at a thousand years.

Walking and coming slowly, Xuanyuan Jingcheng thought of many things, including good and bad, honor and disgrace, ups and downs.

Stopped, looked at the end of the snowy floor, and murmured:

"For more than twenty years, I finally chose to get here."

At the end of the snowy floor, a burly figure stood with his hands behind his back, with white hair floating.

Twenty years ago, he was covered in white hair, but now the old man's temples are blue and black.

Have the skills to keep your face!

It is also a sign of a stable improvement in the realm.

The old man was serious and stood at the door of Guniujiang mansion, with a man in the pass, and was majestic.

On the Huishan Mountain, only this person is qualified to discuss the words of the stone tablet, "enjoy the blessings of the land."

He is the ancestor of the Xuanyuan clan of Huishan, Xuanyuan Dapan!

The white-haired old man looked sharp and his voice was like a loud bell, and he was powerful without anger. He said:

"Jingcheng, have you ever read that it resonates with heaven and earth?"

Above the heavy snow floor, the thick voice was endlessly stirring.

Under the eaves of Guniuzhang, there is a string of wind chimes hanging. Because the strong wind blows on the top of the mountain, it keeps ringing all year round.

At this moment, it was silent.

Like a dying person strangled by his neck.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng calmly said, "If you try it, you will know."

Among the Xuanyuan family, Xuanyuan Dapan's words and divine tripods are the clan leader, and he needs to personally give them to succeed the throne.

This old man has been in power for a hundred years, and now his realm is even more stable, his cultivation has greatly increased, and he has reached the state of returning to nature.

He didn't take Xuanyuan Jingcheng's rebellious young man to heart, but he just got into the mystery. So what?

Can you kill the celestial phenomena?

Standing with his hands behind his back, his white hair flew, and he laughed heroically, saying:

"I want to see if you, an unworthy descendant, can survive a hundred tricks!"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng no longer deliberately tried to suppress the realm, raised his hand, started his hand, took a step on his right foot, and bent his left foot slightly.

Pull out one hand and grab back with the other.

It's amazing!

In an instant, the dark clouds in the sky swayed like tornados and suddenly fell.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng whispered: "I shake Kunlun!"

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Long house, backyard.

The young woman's face was cold and she looked at the wine stove quietly, and the heat gradually became more and more intense.

The wine is named Angelica, which is mixed with Huishan old tea, tea leaves before the rain, and osmanthus picked every Mid-Autumn Festival.

The wine has a golden and transparent color, and is slightly green and has a slightly greenish aroma. The wine aroma has both tea and cinnamon aroma.

It is slightly bitter in the mouth, but it tastes carefully, but it is sweet and long-lasting, with endless aftertaste.

This wine is consistent with the meaning of bitterness and sweetness.

It is not popular on Huishan.

Huishan is also known as Yaozhao Mountain. The ancient book "Shan Hai Jing" is recorded in the Xiongshan ambition that Yaozhao Mountain has many osmanthus trees.

After the Xuanyuan family occupied this blessing in the cave, they enjoyed the blessings of the pure world for hundreds of years. It was probably because the blessings were not long and their luck gradually decreased. The old osmanthus trees all died one after another.

Last year, even the two thousand-year-old Gui tree, whose life was longer than that of the 1,600-year-old Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, was named Tang Gui, and it had withered.

Therefore, this Angelica cinnamon wine, except for the cinnamon wine that was picked last year, has finally become a lasting sound.

Everyone in Huishan knows that the eldest son of the house Xuanyuan Jingcheng is an absurd person who likes to drink Angelica wine under the books of sages.

The older generation remembers that every time Xuanyuan Qingfeng's birthday, this scholar who had been delusional to pass the exam and was unwilling to practice martial arts, would take his young daughter to Tang Gui to carve his height.

However, after fifteen years old, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who was precocious and worldly, regarded this as a shame and was unwilling to do it again.

I am also traveling further and further away from my father.

In recent years, only Huang Fangfo had a few people and the guest officials who had talked with the scholar had the pleasure of drinking a pot of amber-colored osmanthus bitter wine.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng drinks and likes the bitter taste, which lives up to the impression of strange people.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng brews Angelica wine every year, and there are three jars of them. Both jars are sent to the courtyard, and only one jar remains.

So, he never could not drink enough.

But here I never drink it, and let the two jars of wine be idle every year.

Year after year, the more jars there are, the more mellow the wine smell becomes.

Today, she finally opened a jar of wine and brought a set of wine utensils that had been covered with dust for many years.

The wine utensils were made by the man.

Apart from practicing martial arts, the man seemed to have nothing to do with.

I sat alone, served a glass of wine, and placed it on the table, as if I was hesitant about whether to drink or not.
To be continued...