On the top of the moon, the forest birds return to their nests.

When there are no clouds and mist in the night sky in the northwest of Great Xia, the stars in the sky are exceptionally bright, like a Milky Way hanging above the nine heavens, the legend is that the Milky Way in the sky is the dream of the avenue, and every shining point of light preserves the stories that happened in the world.

"If a person's life is to be preserved in the starry sky in the sky, then where is my star?"

Zhao Yu sat in the courtyard, looked up at the endless starry sky overhead, silent, and now this courtyard was named Kucha Courtyard by Zhao Yu, in order to commemorate the bitter tea leaves that were about to run out.

Under the starry sky, the sword girl is dancing with a sword!

The branches in her hands were covered with gray sword qi, which made the air in the small courtyard permeated with a sense of determination, and gradually, the girl seemed to become a dancing sword, she was the sword, and the sword was her!

With the dance of the sword, the edge of the girl's body is more restrained and shrinking!

Since she caught a sword in the Hidden Sword Lake, her control over her own sharp qi has reached a higher level, hiding the sharp edge in her body on weekdays, condensing but not emitting, and her cultivation is one step away from turning from virtual to real.

Zhao Yu looked down at the girl who was dancing the sword, to be honest, he really didn't know much about the sword, but he could feel that every movement of the girl followed a rule between heaven and earth.

He could clearly "see" this rule, so he picked up a small stone from the ground and waved his hand to the extension of the rule, the small stone was not fast, but it magically passed through the layers of dancing sword shadows, and the extremely sharp sword qi suddenly appeared in front of the girl's sword.

The figure of the sword girl dancing with the sword stopped, because the branch in his hand hit a small pebble, and the ordinary pebble was instantly torn into powder by the sword qi.

"Have you ever learned this Tai'a Dance?" asked the sword girl, a little puzzled.

Zhao Yu shook his head, indicating that he didn't know before.

"Come to think of it, this Tai Ah Dance is specially choreographed by the master according to my Dao soul, you should not know, you can see through my dance, which means that you really understand the sword, I now understand why that sword chose you." ”

Zhao Yu's face suddenly showed a crying and laughing expression, he has the blood of the Great Dao, his perception and understanding of the rules of heaven and earth are comparable to that of a saint, and it is not uncommon for him to be able to see through the girl's Tai'a Wu, so he is now a fruit that exudes an incomparably attractive and mellow fragrance for the top grandmasters in the world, and the Tang monk meat in the Journey to the West in his previous life, as long as he picks it off and eats it, he can be expected to become holy!

There is only one well-known saint of the land god fairy realm in the vast land of Shenzhou! The temptation of sanctification for monks is simply indescribable.

The girl who stopped dancing the sword looked at Zhao Yu with a hint of admiration in her eyes, no wonder the master always told her that there is a sky outside the sky, there are people outside the people, and if you can't catch a sword, you can't go down the mountain at will, she didn't understand it before, but now Zhao Yu, a person who practices guns, can see through her sword dance so easily, which makes her more in awe of the world under the mountain.

The people under the mountain look like tigers!

In the new disciple of the Taoist Academy, the thin man was lying on the bed tossing and turning, and there was no fat man in the house, since the self-cultivation class in the morning changed Mr., the fat man became a little abnormal, became more taciturn, and often sat in front of the lamp late at night in a daze, which made the thin man have a heart.

What worries the thin man is that the fat man has suddenly disappeared since this afternoon, and the fat man has no other friends except for the practice and class on weekdays, and the two of them are inseparable every day, and it is late at night, and the fat man has no reason to stay outside.

Outside the house, there was a sudden sound of birds landing and waving their wings, and the thin man got up from his seat, frowned and opened the window of the house, and there was a swimming pigeon standing by the window.

The pigeon is small in size, extremely difficult to find, and it can fly by the wind, the speed is extremely fast, but the cost of cultivating a pigeon is extremely high, and the average person can not afford it, so it is often used by the wealthy families of Daxia to transmit news.

The thin man took the message paper cloth on the feet of the heavenly pigeon and opened it, his eyes swept away, and his complexion changed suddenly, this was the fat man's information that he asked the family to investigate, and now he finally knew why the fat man was so abnormal these days.

Qiu Hengji, the son of the sect leader of the Bibo Sect in Chuzhou, Great Xia, was said to have been wiped out by the whole family on suspicion of assassinating His Royal Highness the Imperial Grandson a month ago.

Then the thin man paced back and forth in the house and thought for a moment, as if he had thought of something, hurriedly put on a piece of clothing, and rushed out of the door.

In the dead of night, Zhao Yu lit a lamp and made himself a cup of tea, because the two maids were not around, and he had to do some trivial things by himself, but he didn't care, he had been here for more than ten years.

The only thing that worries him a little is that there is not much tea left in the tea roasted by the Rouge Girl, and it is about to run out, but now he is completely accustomed to making a cup of bitter tea every day, and only the Rouge Girl's tea leaves will have this taste when they are brewed, with a unique fragrance, which makes people intoxicated.

Zhao Yu raised the teacup, took a sip of tea, and sighed.

On the top of a mountain peak near the hospital of Zhao Yu, a figure appeared in a person, that person was very fat, his face was also very round, the fat on his stomach was trembling, the lips on his face were tightly pursed under the starry sky, and he looked down at a point of light at the foot of the mountain, with a complicated expression, that was Zhao Yu's residence.

He is the young sect master who has high hopes from the Bibo Sect in Chuzhou, and he also lives up to his expectations, he is talented, and he gradually gained a firm foothold in the Dao Palace, and became the leader of the new disciples, but the bad news came one day, the Bibo Island on Lingbo Lake became a ruin, and more than 1,300 people on the island seemed to have evaporated from the world, disappeared, and did not know whether they were alive or dead.

And now that the enemy is below, he knows that his Dao soul is unique, and falling will produce damage far beyond cultivation, although he will definitely die, but if he jumps lightly now, it is very likely that he will die with the enemy.

The fat man stared at the faint point of light under the mountain for a long time, then he closed his eyes tightly, slowly raised his feet and took three steps forward, he could already feel that the soles of his feet were half suspended in the air, he took a deep breath, what he needed now was to jump down, maybe the blood feud could be avenged.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have done such a stupid thing, you yourself would have died, but Your Highness would never have died. ”

A faint voice sounded from the side, the voice was cold, as if there was no emotion.

The fat man opened his eyes suddenly, turned to look, and under the starlight, the young general was quietly leaning on a strange beast, the beast had a tiger head and a horse body, a back with two wings, and blood-red eyes without any brilliance.

Guan Zhengqing, Phantom Winged Beast!

The Phantom Wing Army is the world's first-class scout, Qiu Hengji didn't know when Guan Zhengqing came to his side, but he knew that he might never have the opportunity to look at that highness from top to bottom in his life.

"Let's go, just before I see you, before I change my mind. ”

The fat man at the top of the mountain did not speak, and after a long silence he shook his head.

"Even if I die today, I will swing my sword at the enemy. ”