Wei Bo chatted for a while, but did not want to reveal more. There was a blank space for calligraphy and painting, but the conversation was the same.
Wearing white clothes, she flies into the sky and floats in the sea of clouds and mountain breeze.
After Wei Bo left Luo Po Mountain, he slowed down, picked up a bunch of clouds, like a snowball, and kept increasing the weight. Finally, he held his hands together and squeezed hard. Finally, Wei Bo A white ball the size of a pebble appeared in the palm of his hand. He found one of the sources of the Longxu River in the town in the air, and gently threw it into the mountain stream. The white ball fell into it, and soon a herring swallowed it. , and then go down the river, out of the mountain, to the green cow's back, stone arch bridge, blacksmith shop, and then from the waterfall at the junction of Longxu River and Tiefu River, falling together with the rapid water flow.
The river is surging and time is passing. On the bank of the deserted Tiefu River, on the old willow tree with its main trunk crossing the water, the Tiefu River water god named Yanghua is sitting on the willow tree. The woman Jiang Shen, who was concentrating with her eyes closed and covered in armor, suddenly opened her eyes, stretched out her hand, and caught a lively herring in her hand. She used one finger to reach the blade of the knife, cut open the belly of the herring, and then discovered She picked up the white ball full of energy, and with a gentle touch of her thumb, she first re-sewed the belly of the herring that "sent the letter", and slid it into the river from the palm of her hand. After the herring entered the water, it was extremely happy, and its fish scales seemed to have a more divine luster. .
Yang Hua lowered her head and stared at the white ball in her hand, which was mixed with the scent of cloud roots. It was extremely precious. For any god of rivers, this is a great supplement. In the eyes of the gods of mountains and rivers, they also have their own The delicacies of mountains and seas, the essence of water, the roots of clouds, etc. are all condensed into essence from the ethereal qi of mountains and waters, and the essence is eliminated. This is like the dragon-slaying platform to the weapon of the divine weapon, and the snake gallstone to the relics of the dragon family, which is of extraordinary significance.
Yang Hua raised her head and looked up. In the clouds and mist, there was a man in white standing on the top of the mountains, with a golden ring hanging from one ear.
She had been here before and had seen this man and the Mohist hero Xu Ruo, one of the gatekeepers of Dali, riding the mediocre black snake together, traveling retrograde along the river, going to In the mountains. But Yang Hua did not expect that this Wei Bo would suddenly become the righteous god of Da Li Beiyue, with a rank far above her.
Yang Hua doesn’t know why Wei Bo wants to show kindness to her, but his position is unstable, so he needs to win over people’s hearts?
Yang Hua sneered, clenched her fists, and without hesitation crushed the white ball in her palm to burst. All the spiritual energy flowed into her body, her hair flew, and the river under her feet rippled, as if she was trying to improve her master's cultivation. Feel joy in increasing.
Wei Bo withdrew his gaze towards the Tiefu River and returned to his home base of Piyun Mountain.
Yu Feng passed by various hills, and Qi practitioners occasionally greeted him loudly at his feet. Wei Bo used to smile and respond, but today he was not in the same mood.
He just came to an iron-locked cable bridge hanging on the top of two peaks. It was not yet completed and was wide enough for two carriages to pass. No matter how strong the wind in the mountain gorge was, it would only slightly sway the cable bridge. How big is the size? The rope bridge will sway accordingly.Xiao, the Mohist Qi practitioners, craftsmen and mechanics responsible for building the bridge will have a rigid requirement and will never cut corners. The green ebony wood that lays the bridge deck is extremely tough. A sword cultivator from the Lower Five Realms can punch a hole in the bridge deck with all his strength. The iron lock is made of top-grade fine iron.
After all, at the foot of the mountain, a century-old store is just a golden signboard, but on the long and long mountain, only those with more than five hundred years dare to talk about time-honored stores.
When this white-clothed mountain god walks on the jet-black bridge, the contrast is sharp, which makes people feel "so majestic and so high".
Wei Bo stopped, held on to the bridge railing with one hand, and looked up.
He knew that at least half of the reason why he was able to become the righteous god of Dali Beiyue was because of the man wearing a bamboo hat and a bamboo sword.
Because Da Li discovered that it was only after meeting that person that he inexplicably broke the restriction and returned to the mountain god of Qidun Mountain from the desolate land man.
It was the stroke of the bamboo knife that was responsible for it. Wei Bo himself only understood it long after the event. As time went by, Wei Bo gradually realized that his golden body was unusual.
Can a bowl hold a tank of water? Of course not. Even if he was once the Beiyue True God of Shenshui Kingdom, he was originally a superior god who could hold a lot of incense, but was later imprisoned by the chess-playing immortal with his supreme magical power, but if he wanted to accept all the Beiyue realm of Dali Incense and spiritual energy, when Wei Bo just left Qidun Mountain, he thought it was impossible. He was overestimating his own capabilities. It is hard to say that a fly can shake a tree, but it is definitely a child striking iron with a hammer. Sooner or later, his muscles and bones will be damaged and his vitality will be destroyed. fundamental.
But now, Wei Bo controls and controls more than thirty mountains with ease.
So Wei Bo is willing to show his greatest kindness to Chen Ping'an and is willing to take him on a journey through the mountains and rivers, similar to putting a signature of Da Li Beiyue on the young man's body.
Firstly, Chen Pingan is not annoying, secondly, it is to repay A Liang, and thirdly, A Liang may return to the world.
The third reason is the biggest.
Wei Bo is very afraid that if A Liang really returns to this world and feels that he has not done enough, then a bamboo knife from Qidunshan can make his realm rise thousands of miles. I am afraid that Piyun A stroke of the bamboo knife from the bottom of the mountain will knock him back to his original shape. If it was Wei Bo who was in Qidun Mountain, he wouldn't have cared so much, but now Wei Bo couldn't do that.
Because of the girl who practices in Dali Changchun Palace.
Wei Bo turned his head and looked north, looking at the distant north of Dali. He narrowed his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "You must live a good life. Don't like scholars anymore in this life. Scholars are the most important." ”
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Outside the bamboo house on Luolu Mountain, after hearing the story from far away, the boy in green wanted to eat an ordinary snake gallbladder. Stone, used to suppress shock.
While chewing the snake gallstone, the boy in green thought of the miserable look of Chen Pingan turning his head to look at the bamboo house before, and couldn't help but clicked his tongue: "I didn't expect usThe master can still cry. He is such a sweet-tempered person. He is so moved just by hearing a story that has nothing to do with him. I believe that the master will be very exciting in the future. When the road is rough, he roars, and after saving the young lady, she pledges his body to him, and the master suddenly turns into a little white stripe..."
The boy in green has already imagined Chen Ping'an's world. It's so charming and charming, and the more I think about it, the happier I am. It's really interesting to think about the scene where a stubborn and boring guy like Chen Ping'an was actively embraced by the heroine of the world one day.
The girl in the pink skirt is really interesting. Immersed in the previous shock, she looked complicated and felt uneasy in her heart. She asked softly to the boy in green: "You said that the monsters in that world are so cruel and violent. Why can we still live in peace with the gods on the mountain here in the vast world?" Nothing? Why don't the Qigong practitioners just kill us all?
The boy in Tsing Yi thought for a while and replied casually: "Maybe he thinks we are just a piece of shit on the roadside, and we dislike stepping on dirty shoes." ”
The girl in the pink skirt was doubtful, and she couldn’t think of a unique insight that could convince her, so she had to put this worry and uneasiness in her heart for the time being.
Wei Bo has left, Chen Ping'an did not get up in a hurry and returned to the bamboo building. He sat quietly on the small bamboo chair alone. The mountain wind in early spring was still biting and blew the young man's hair around his temples.
Before leaving, Wei Bo said with a smile, "There are rumors. A Liang is looking for a sword, a sword worthy of his strength. ”
Chen Pingan clearly remembers the first time they met by the Tiefu River. Someone was holding a bamboo hat in one hand and patting the bamboo knife handle with the other. Take my sword and use it to humiliate those who use swords in the world.
Wei Bo added, "Some people say that he is a sword cultivator at the peak of the Thirteenth Realm. When he fought against the big demon, the sword he used was not the best, but he was used to it and never used it." Willing to change. After it was shattered, he naturally needed to change to a better sword! ”
“Just imagine, if you can find a weapon that Aliangdu feels comfortable with, or even find a sword that can help the owner improve his combat power to a higher level, one is enough, just It needs to grow to a new level. Then he is the peak combat power of the Fourteenth Realm! As a sword cultivator, he might be able to fight against the founders of the three religions, the Taoist Buddha, and the sage master! ”
“I can’t imagine what kind of A-Liang he would be like at that time after he found the sword. "
After Wei Bo said these last words, he left, full of expectation and admiration, like a small mountain looking up at a majestic mountain.
Walked into the place where Master Literary Saint A landscape painting, Chen Pingan struck out with that sword.
Now Chen Pingan knew what A Liang had given up.
He walked down the mountain with A Liang that rainy night. /p>
“You took something that I thought was yours. "
"If you don't have the ability to carve two or three words there in the future, see if I don't cut you off. ”
Chen Ping’an didn’t understand at the time, theseThe words spoken by Yun Danfengqing, a man in a bamboo hat, meant something. Because A Liang said it so lightly, the young man had no idea of its true weight.
The young man had no idea at that time how good that sword was.
I don’t know how strong A Liang was at that time.
If Chen Pingan had known this before leaving, he would have definitely asked the fairy sister who was the incarnation of the sword spirit before A Liang left, and asked her if she could switch to another one. The master, that man’s name is A Liang, he is a swordsman and a very nice person.
If A Liang doesn’t tell, the young man won’t know.
The young man didn’t know until A Liang left.
Such a Liang.
How silly.
Why should he call himself a bad person?
Chen Pingan was in a daze for a long time before he stood up and walked towards the bamboo building. The boy in green asked in a low voice: "Master, are you okay? Were you scared by the story Wei Bo told you? There's really no need to be afraid. Those, the Great Sword Qi Wall on Hanging Mountain, the Great Demon Sword Immortal A Liang, are one hundred thousand or eighty thousand miles away from us, and they are not afraid of the sky falling. Confucian saints are not just talkative. He's not bad at fighting either. Besides, no matter how powerful the swordsman with the weird name is, it has nothing to do with us. This kind of person must be a man with three heads and six arms. Even if I have a chance to meet this kind of person, I don’t want to meet him. It’s too scary. I guess if I sneeze casually, I will be blown away by the strong wind..."
Photographed by Chen Ping'an He patted the nagging boy in green on the head and said with a smile: "I'm fine."
He came to the second floor, held the locust wood sword, walked to the corridor under the eaves, and looked up towards the sky dome. He raised it and said two words in his mind.
"I am a swordsman."
"That's it."