Flocking to come (Part 1)

The South China Sea Sword Saint's surname is Cen, and he has an extremely nice name called Xuebai.

Few people know his name. Since he became famous, others have called him "Sword Saint" or "South China Sea Sword Saint".

Unfortunately, Qi Fengjia is one of the very few people.

This swordsman was not born on the South China Sea, or on a small island in the South China Sea. He was born in a certain part of the Holy Dynasty territory. It is said that several generations of people in his family were farmers. When he was born, it was snowing heavily that day. A poor scholar passed by his doorstep and asked for a hot soup, so he gave him such a name.

"Snow white."

Qi Fengjia naturally knew the South China Sea sword saint Cen Xuebai. Perhaps because he grew older, he began to dislike the name and felt that the name was a bit soft. But he was an extremely filial person and he dared not change the name given by his parents. However, since the day when he did not like the name, he began to prefer black clothes.

"Snow..." Qi Fengjia smiled and wanted to speak, but was interrupted by the South China Sea Sword Saint.

"Sir Saint!" His voice seemed to come out of his throat. He lowered his head and looked up at Qi Fengjia.

Qi Fengjia grinned his big yellow teeth and smiled "hehe". This is not the Cen Xuebai who had been challenging him back then.

"Okay, South China Sea Sword Saint, you have been living in seclusion overseas. Isn't it to come and reminisce about the past with me, right?"

Cen Xuebai lowered her head, shook her head, and then said lightly: "I don't want the peace I finally got, I don't want it to be broken."

Qi Fengjia narrowed his eyes. He also knew that the South China Sea Sword Saint Cen Xuebai said just now that he wanted to challenge himself and go to Lianchi for a walk. If he really cared about the four words "Sword Saint of the South China Sea", he would probably have come out of the South China Sea long ago, so where would he build a Sword Saint Pavilion?

His real purpose is Jiulong Fu and Xu Changan.

"We have always liked peace, but some people don't allow it!"

Qi Fengjia sighed, and Cen Xuebai was about to speak. Qi Fengjia continued to speak, not giving him a chance to speak.

"The old saying goes, a slap can't be slapped, but is this really the case in reality?"

"We may just stand still. There will always be people who don't like you. If you want to pat your face, will it sound? Sometimes it's not that we don't want to or we don't provoke you, so there will be no problem. We can control our own hearts, but other people may not be able to control the desires in our hearts!"

Qi Fengjia stared at his friends back then and said word by word.

Cen Xuebai naturally knew this truth. He followed Qi Fengjia and had to compete with him in swords, but Qi Fengjia just didn't want to. He found Qi Fengjia because Qi Fengjia was the most outstanding junior at that time. Qi Fengjia didn't provoke him, but he insisted on Qi Fengjia.

Thinking of this past, Cen Xuebai's mouth twitched, which was a typical slap that insisted on slapping.

In fact, he also understands some truths, and he can tell right or wrong. But if one side has great power and sacrifices a small thing from the other side, why not do it?

Right or wrong is actually not that important. The world is so big that it is impossible to judge right or wrong in everything.

This South China Sea Sword Saint understands Qi Fengjia's meaning, but he knows too much reason.

Maybe everything is done according to the truth.

Finally, he spit out a few words from his mouth.

"The overall situation is the most important thing!"

Qi Fengjia looked at him disappointedly, and ignored him. The sword saint found a place to sit far away, closed his eyes and rested.

"The overall situation is important, not just a compromise!" Qi Fengjia held this sentence in his heart.

...

Lotus Pond.

The thatched hut next to the pond is still there, and the withered lotus leaves in the pond have long disappeared, but occasionally a splash of water in the pond is aroused. After a closer look, you can see a bronze-colored dragon swimming in the water.

Although it is a thatched hut, the door is still a wooden door.

The wooden door creaked, and several old men who were too old to be older walked out with fishing rods and stools. They found a familiar place and sat on the stool tremblingly. Then they swung the hook out of their hands and fell into the pond.

After a while, several old men frowned and suddenly said, "Li Xiaoliu's mixed ball put a dragon inside, how can we fish?"

Then the four or five old men looked at each other, nodded, and threw the fish hook directly into the pond.

The fishing line and hook that had just entered the pond were like a flexible water snake, and it actually headed directly towards the little dragon. But the little dragon did not care about the seemingly soft fishing lines, and did not dare to touch the fishing hook.

In the end, the little dragon was surrounded by four or five fishing lines and could not move. At the same time, there were four or five fish hooks in front of it, which were just swaying in front of its copper bell size.

"Bite me!" Suddenly an old man said loudly, full of energy, and a fish hook in front of the little dragon shook.

It was in a state of surprise and doubt, and suddenly another sound came from it.

"If you understand, bite me, or I'll use you to make soup!"

The little dragon was shocked. The group of people were all crazy people. It did not doubt the authenticity of these words at all. It began to miss the days around the island, when there were blue sky, white clouds, and fishy sea breeze.

But now, there is nothing but the fish hook that must be bitten with tears.

"You can do it yourself. If you bite other people's hooks today, you won't say much about your future days!"

"How can you do this? You are a threat." The little dragon in the water heard the sudden quarrel above the pool and did not dare to move at all.

"Old man Li, what's wrong with me? Didn't you threaten just now?" The old man criticized him immediately said, holding a fishing rod, patting his sleeves, and then said, "Aren't you also threatening me just now?"

Several old men snorted coldly, and their beards blew, they stopped talking. The fish hook under the water kept shaking, which made Xiao Jiao feel frightened.

"Dear ancestors, stop making trouble." A middle-aged strong man came over and hurriedly walked over and bowed to the elderly.

The old men didn't raise their eyelids, and they were still making noises.

The middle-aged strong man sighed and then said slowly: "Ancestors, stop arguing, you want fish, I'll catch it for you to catch it." Then he looked at the pond and said viciously: "Listen, if you eat the fish in the future, I'll ask the ancestors to make you a pot of soup."

That one

When Xiao Jiao heard this, Tongling's eyes were full of grievance and nodded.

Hearing this, the old men put away their fishing rods, slowly put away their fishing lines, and looked at the strong man with a smile.

"Li Xiaoliu, if this dragon eats fish again, we will slap him. Then we will see how you explain to the old man!"

The middle-aged man lowered his head and kept nodding.

"By the way, what should I do about Fengwushan?"

The old men seemed to be communicating, and seemed to be asking Li Xiaoliu.

The middle-aged man naturally knew what the ancestors meant, and he clasped his fists and said, "Ancestors, I will deal with this matter, just..."

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Li Xiaoliu.

"It's just that my juniors probably have insufficient cultivation. I'm the only one who has the lowest realm of enlightenment is probably..."

When he said this, a straw sandal hit his face.

"You think my husbands' free luck is in vain?"

"You little brat, do you think we are dead?"

As he said that, a few more straw sandals hit the face.

Li Xiaoliu could only look at the old naughty boys helplessly and retreated.

...

The Lianchi is not far from Fengwu Mountain for them to Kaitian Realm.

Qi Fengjia looked at the man who was going up the mountain. He was wearing white-washed clothes, just like an ordinary person who farmed. He carried a bag on his back, and the bag was also washed white.

He walked up step by step, without a sword, without a rushing air, and occasionally he would free up his hands to wipe his sweat. He was as simple as a real person.

But Qi Fengjia was staring at him. This was a low-level realm.

I saw this man at the foot of the mountain from the mountain. After an hour, he walked up the mountain slowly.

Xu Changan had already woken up slowly. He first glanced at his senior brother, then called Aunt Ao, and only the beauty in purple next to him was left in his eyes.

The two of them didn't say a word, but they seemed to be unable to see enough.

The man went up the mountain and looked at Qi Fengjia first, then bowed slightly and said, "Hello, Mr. Qi!" Qi Fengjia looked at him with confusion on his face, not knowing him.

"Li Xiaoliu, Lianchi!" He reported his name, then nodded to Aunt Ao, turned his head to salute the South China Sea Sword Saint. Finally, his eyes fixed on Xu Changan.

Xu Changan was like a ray of light on his back, and then he removed his gaze from Wang Zihan and looked at the stranger in front of him.

Li Xiaoliu smiled slightly, sat behind Xu Changan, and sat in the same position with Qi Fengjia and the others.

"It's better to meet than to be famous. Finally, I met the descendant of my Li family's Honglian lineage!"

Hearing the words behind him, Xu Changan turned his head and looked at Li Xiaoliu.
Chapter completed!