In Yelu's memory, he has always had two homes.

One wanders all year round, today at the mouth of the market and alleys, tomorrow on the bank of the river, the day after tomorrow it may be in the mountains and dense forests, or it may be in the wilderness.

In short, unpredictable.

But the other is always stable, no matter how the world turns upside down, there will always be peaks and clouds, and clear streams will see the bottom.

Although his father and mother had already told him that the world in the mountains and seas was more virtual and less real, so he should not take the fake as the real, but in his mind, he always felt that Tuli was his real home.

After crossing out of the bright moon, he came here and appeared in front of a bamboo hut in the mountains and forests.

He did it.

Along the way, he can be regarded as having gone through hardships and dangers, and his life hangs by a thread.

Just a little bit, and there is no place to bury him.

But at the moment, there is no need to worry, in his one-third of an acre, unless he is willing, no one can enter.

There was no excitement in Yeyu's heart, only a fluke for the rest of his life.

The boy completely relaxed, felt as heavy as lead, and collapsed directly to the ground, and the irresistible sleepiness followed.

But at this moment, the black robe on his body quietly floated into the air, like a picture scroll trembling out, and a pitch-black hole was blurred in the void.

By the time Nightshade noticed the strange appearance above his head, the strange monk had already swept out of it.

Seeing this, Ye Yu was shocked, like a wild cat that had exploded, rose from the ground, and retreated sharply to the base of the wall, and his face suddenly lost blood.

He couldn't have imagined that Huai'an would do anything to a piece of clothing, it felt like he had fallen into a bottomless black hole, and his brain was blank.

Huai'an lightly floated down on a dirt slope with many sword blanks scattered in front of the bamboo house, and did not immediately ask the teacher for his guilt, but looked around with his hands in his hands.

His gaze moved from a nearby spring flowing down from a cliff to a mountain peak shaped like a lotus bud in the distance, and then turned from the clouds to the sky, and saw that the sky seemed to be covered by white veils, layer upon layer, and wondered: "What is this place?" How could Tai Su be so weird? ”

The strange monk's tone was still calm, as if he was still in the glass sky at this moment.

Nightmuffle forced herself to calm down, there was no need to pretend now, because everything was meaningless.

There are only two paths in front of him, one is to be tied to death, and the other is to fight to the death.

He stared coldly at the lazy and tall back in front of him, and pulled down a handful of green grass shaped like leek leaves from the flower garden next to him with his backhand, and stuffed it into his mouth indiscriminately, chewing it like a hungry man who doesn't choose to eat.

Isn't it just that the fish is dead and the net is broken, I'm still afraid of you at home!

……

Huai An glanced at him obliquely, as if he could see through what he wanted to do, but Yun smiled lightly and didn't care at all.

He looked down at his feet, rubbed his chin with one hand, and pulled out a rusty long sword from the ground with the other hand, watched it in his hand, bent his fingers and flicked it lightly, and heard the sword body make a trembling sound like a hummingbird's wings, for a long time, slightly surprised, and shook off the rusty sludge on it, and saw that there was a fingernail-sized seal near the sword jaw, which was engraved with three crooked and twisted small characters of "from the three products", and felt very interesting, and inserted it back into the ground in his hand, and then pulled out a handful of details, as if he was deliberately waiting for the night to make a move.

The young man watched coldly, chewing the sobering herb that tasted extremely sour and was originally used to relieve his father's hangover, until he swallowed all the grass roots into his stomach and burped, then he took a deep breath and slowly straightened his waist from under the wall.

And with the action of night, a round of light and shadow of the white sun quietly appeared on the horizon, echoing the bright moon in the western sky.

A cool breeze blew from the mountains and forests, causing the night to flutter in front of his forehead.

The breeze seemed to blow away his tiredness for many days, and the brows on his dark face became clear.

Huai'an's mind was falling on a remnant sword engraved with the words "Erpin", but he suddenly noticed that the vitality of the heaven and earth around him was like a flood of floods surging towards one place, and he glanced at the side of Yeyu, and saw him waving an arm, as if he was going to throw a backhand iron drill that had been poked next to the wall before.

It was supposed to be a momentary thing, but in his eyes, it was very slow, so slow that it was like a landscape painting spliced together.

And as he looked at them one after another, he found that his judgment was wrong.

The jet-black iron hammer did not fly towards him, but glowed with cyan brilliance in the hands of the night man.

As the young man lifted it up, a curtain of light was created in the air, as if a jade knife with an extremely sharp blade was pulled out of the ground, with a piercing cold aura, cutting through the void between the two of them, and pushing towards him.

Huai An was a little confused, raised his hand and pushed forward, using his broad palm against the sharp knife qi.

There was a crunch click.

The ten-zhang long jade knife shattered like ice chips in front of the palm, and the blade splashed everywhere, instantly shattering several sword blanks inserted in the ground.

The strange monk felt the power, turned his hand and looked at the palm of his hand, and saw that there was an extra inch of blood on it, confirming that it was not an illusion, but was stunned.

For him, there are not many martial arts moves in this heaven that can be seen, but they happen to include this move at the moment.

Because this is the famous stunt of the Qi Sect Wang Buzhou, one of the "Four Sects and Three Saints" who dominated the martial arts in Middle-earth in the past.

Split the wind into the Xuanmen!

At that time, Wang Xiao was not careful at the beginning, and he participated in the Seven Kingdoms to attack Qin, and broke the first pass of the 800 Qinchuan with one sword, which was rumored to be a myth in the rivers and lakes for a while.

Huai'an looked at the night drunk who had been dragging the iron hammer to him three feet in front of him at the moment when he was distracted, and there were bursts of tsunami-like sounds on his body, and frowned slightly.

In the glazed sky, he had already confirmed that the cultivation of the night was not as strong as the sea and the mountains that had crossed at least the five realms in front of him.

This is very unconscionable.

So, he took the young man's trick with his bare hands.

This time, I didn't see the sword gang again, but I saw a silky white sword qi from the iron hammer that Ye Yu waved, very much like the dust shaken by a Taoist priest.

The dust of the Sword Sect Lu Qingcheng is blowing.

Seeing the wisps wrapped around his arm, half of the sleeves were crushed, and many circles of blood were left on his arms, Huai'an's brows frowned deeper.

But he still didn't make a move, and when he saw Ye Yu retreating with one blow, his body changed like a fight and the stars moved, and he was stunned.

A star in the thatched house of the Shuzong Zhou.

He took a light breath, his pupils instantly turned golden, and he looked at the retreating night again, and saw that the qi around him was flowing like a river, the sea of qi was like a great ze steaming, the five internal organs were solid like mountains, and the divine light appeared, and it was clear that he had cultivated in the six realms, and he was a little surprised for a while.

He couldn't figure out what kind of technique could completely obscure the characteristics of a Six Realms cultivator and make him all fooled.

Huai'an's face was finally a little solemn, a person like him would not be worried that the enemy would not be drunk overnight, but he wanted to figure out the person standing behind him.

He threw the remnant sword in his hand aside, and said in a deep voice: "Who sent you Liulitian, answer my question honestly, lest you not die"

Huai'an's tone was very flat, and there were not many ups and downs, but an extraordinary majestic momentum was released from his body, like a real emperor, invisibly giving people a huge sense of oppression.

But Yeyu was unmoved, only smiled coldly, and looked at him with narrow eyes: "I have long known that you are not dead, but I didn't expect you to be so miserable, who would have thought that the famous King Mani in the past would now become such a ghost, tsk......t"

Huai'an heard such a ridicule, and was shocked again, his identity is rarely known to the outside world, but he doesn't know how Yeyu knows, and it seems that he has known him for a long time.

He pondered slightly: "Are you a member of the Great Zhou Youchasi?" ”

The corners of Yeyu's mouth trembled slightly, but she didn't answer.

After escaping all the way back to Shanhaijian from Liulitian, after being pitted many times, the young man realized a little way, facing an unfathomable opponent like a strange monk, the more he said, the more wrong he was, and he could say less and say less, and it was better not to say it.

Now that the suspicious plan has worked, it is better to remain silent.

Huai An saw that he was pretending to be mysterious, and suddenly sneered: "No matter who you are and where you got the news, it is delusional to use this trick to mess with my mood, it is better to let me see what else you are capable of."

Ye Yu smiled: "Then it will be as you wish"

The young man's words were frivolous, but the steps he took again were extremely heavy!

There was a loud bang.

Ye Yan stepped on the bluestone on the ground, and the whole person rushed towards Huai'an like a cheetah, but it was a false shot, and it stopped abruptly in front of him, twisting his toes with the force of recoil, and the waist rod rotated, and his hands picked up the iron chisel that seemed to be a little heavy, with a whine, and swept towards his waist.

This move is called the horizontal sword style, it is a trick that he has not yet used in the sacrificial furnace sword trick created by his father, it is said that it is derived from the sword move of a Taoist Wudang Dazhen in Wuxia when he sat in Wuxia to observe the enlightenment, compared to the previous one pull and one entanglement two styles, neither seeking the sword momentum to be fast, nor seeking to the yin to the soft, but to give up the form to take the meaning, only the pursuit of the sword intent frank and open.

The mind is also open-minded.

The iron chisel scraped through the air, although there was no sword that was unrivaled in vertical and horizontal, but it had an unstoppable sword intent that rolled like a mighty river.

No matter how sharp the sword is, it can only hurt the body, although the sword intent is empty, it can hurt the spirit.

However, even in the face of such a sword, Huai'an was still not in a hurry, just put one palm on his chest and whispered: "There is no dwelling in one heart, and everything is spotless"

His body is like a lonely boat floating in the river, seemingly extremely small and swaying, but it has never overturned.

Even when Ye Fei flew behind him, he still looked at the direction of the river with leisurely feeling, and watched the mighty sword intent crash into the cliff not far away, blasting the mountain spring flowing down from above into a mist, and then turned back with a light smile.

Standing in the mist, Huai An slowly lowered his hand, looked at the night drunk in the distance, surrounded by electric light, and had climbed to the threshold of the Seven Realms, and sneered: "Although you have been able to resist the large and invisible pieces of the river through the ages, you have not been able to forget your name, you must know that you can catch the waves of the Qiujiang River, why don't you let me teach you."

"Really?" Ye Yan suddenly sneered, put the iron drill under his armpit, and said: "The Zen master has Yaxing, but the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, if you die on the beach, how can you teach me?" ”

Huai'an's eyebrows trembled slightly when he saw Yeyu's posture like this, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that the ground under his feet trembled slightly, and many scattered bamboo leaves around him began to slowly circle around him, and there was a faint sound in his ears like a rolling wave, as if thousands of troops and horses were killing from the mountain, and the killing atmosphere in the air was getting stronger and stronger.

He glanced down the mountain, only to see Lin Tao churning over the waves, and only then did he realize that what he heard was an echo.

He suddenly looked up, only to see that a whirlpool of clouds appeared in the sky behind the mist at some point.

Its momentum is great and its influence is widespread, no less than the cloud bell that Huaigen turned into in heaven before.

A spiraling pointed tail has poked down from the sky, and it will form a tornado that penetrates the sky, during which the green mangs are swirling, and the cold air is spewing freely, like a rolling sword mountain!

Huai'an was shocked, but he didn't expect that the few tricks before Yeyu were just tricks.

His figure flashed, and he swept towards the night.

It stands to reason that this distance is equivalent to a great cultivator like him, but perhaps because it was too close, he didn't notice the trick that Ye Yan had deliberately lowered the realm to use to split the wind into the Xuanmen, although the sword had been broken by him with one hand, the knife intent was still condensed on the arc-shaped knife mark on the ground, and he suddenly felt that the hairs around his body were tight, as if a cold wind was blowing from the bottom of his heart.

And in the blink of a moment caused by this small mistake, a strong wind suddenly rose on the ground!