Not around the foot of the mountain, Xu Lai prepared a little and put the heavy sword on his shoulders. He felt a huge force pouring down and his legs instantly became heavy.
The weight of that thick and heavy sword was unprecedentedly heavy, weighing more than a thousand pounds. Xu Lai didn't need to think about it and just knew that the master must have tampered with it.
"I really want to fight with his two swords to vent my anger!"
Traveling is difficult, climbing is even harder, and it is difficult for her to come slowly.
Looking at the winding path with no end in sight, Xu Lai felt unspeakable pain in his heart. With a sad expression on his face, he muttered, "Oh my life, I have to climb to the end of the monkey year!"
Even if you are exhausted, you still have to climb to the top of the mountain. This is of course the master's joke.
After all, he was the founder of the mountain, but he died of exhaustion on the way to the mountain. It became a big joke. How could the master’s face be so glorious?
However, Xu Lai also knew that if she really couldn't climb to the top of the mountain, the master would have thousands of ways to make Xu Lai's life worse than death and her life without love. For example, let that girl Yan Chenyu torture her for ten days and a half, or if it were more severe, it would be three to five years. Another example is to ask Qing Shi to strike her with one sword. If one strike fails, he will strike her with two, three, or seven or eight strikes.
Xu Lai feels that she is not a heroine, nor is she considered a hero among women, but she is one of the best ruthless women even if she doesn’t complain about pain after receiving a knife.
But I couldn’t stand those female sword fairies. Each one was more vicious than the other. Even if they picked up their swords and struck people, they would also retain the sword energy in the wounds and invade their lungs, like small streams flowing through the meridians, or clusters of steel. The needle penetrates the flesh.
Xu Lai was full of melancholy, hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth, and rushed up.
"Ant climbing a mountain?"
At the top of Buzhou Mountain, Lu Xuanlou couldn't help laughing.
In fact, Xu Lai’s climbing speed was not slow, but the mountain was as high as the sky. In Lu Xuanlou’s eyes, he was like a tortoise crawling.
Wen Xi said: "Mountain climbing is not about the speed, but the distance."
Lu Xuanlou chuckled and said: "That's why I said that even if she is exhausted, she still has to climb the mountain." Climb to the top of the mountain."
Wen Xi looked at Xu Lai and shook his head, "I'm so optimistic."
Lu Xuanlou asked, "That's not possible. How can I look down on her?"
Wen Xi nodded thoughtfully and said in a deep voice: "How rare!"
How big is Lu Xuanlou's vision? In the great world, geniuses are like crucian carps across the river, but the only ones Lu Xuanlou has truly admired are Jian Meng and Xu Lai.
This mountaineering trip was calm and seemingly ordinary, but in fact it was something special.
In Wen Xi’s eyes, as soon as Xu Lai climbed the mountain, a wisp of good fortune emerged from Buzhou Mountain, like hundreds of rivers flowing back, converging on Xu Lai, and countless good fortunes originated from the Eastern Wilderness. , like rays of light, intertwined together, turning into a light and shadow of a woman, looking exactly like Xu Lai.
At the same time, Tian Wenzong, who was sitting in the Tianxu Mountains, stood up suddenly, full of surprise, "That young emperor actually gave up the luck of Donghuang?"
Donghuang Luck is in XuCome instead of the young emperor? Of course not!
The so-called destiny is basically a fight between you and me. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Those proud people who are born with great luck are just one step ahead of others and have the upper hand. In the end, there is no certainty as to who will win or who will win.
The country of the Eastern Barren Wei is a region, and the young emperor is in line with the fate of the Wei Dynasty.
Everyone must feel that the young emperor is truly destined to be his destiny. Who would have expected that he would end up in another family?
Jieguan Wenjian, the young emperor's flying sword of destiny was broken, and the avenue was damaged the most. At this moment, he lost the destiny of the East Wasteland and could not move forward on the road. How could he ask the sword of the three sects' ancestral court?
At this thought, Tian Wenzong was happy. Could it be that the young emperor changed his mind and wanted to put the overall situation first?
Immediately, Tian Wenzong couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly. It had only been two or three years since the Jieguan Wenjian, and the Southern Territory was already asking for fists and swords, and they were fighting endlessly. From this, it can be seen that the young emperor Never truly at peace.
The distance is too far, even Tian Wenzong cannot see much, and the female Great Sword Immortal will not easily let him cross the Tianxu Mountains and go to Donghuang to find out what is going on, so he only He can make random guesses, "Could it be that a huge change has occurred in Donghuang?"
"Lu Xuanlou or Wenxi, who can turn the world upside down under the hands of those two people?"
Next to Wenzong, there was a young man wearing a Confucian shirt full of flying words. He was full of righteousness and style.
If Xu Lai carries the destiny of swordsmanship and is the destiny of Donghuang, then Lin Shusheng carries the destiny of Confucianism and Taoism and is the destiny of Zhongzhou.
Among the five regions of Kyushu, Zhongzhou is the largest and has the most luck. If it weren’t for the reincarnation of the ancient god Wenxi and the most lethal force of Lu Xuanlou in ancient times, this man would have been the most amazing young monk in the world of Kyushu.
"There is a kind of person in this world who can suppress a whole life without destiny."
Sage Lin raised his eyes and looked at Buzhou Mountain, and sighed and said: "The Great Sword Immortal heard the stream Such thoughts, Lu Xuanlou also has such thoughts, we ordinary people, feel ashamed and ashamed."
In the Buddhist land of the West Desert, in a magnificent Buddhist hall, there was a very young monk who was born with a painful appearance. , a man of great seniority, wearing a cassock, beating wooden fish, reciting Buddhist scriptures, Sanskrit sounds and Buddha's light echoing each other.
"It's a blessing or a curse, Amitabha!"
The young emperor does not have the destiny of the Eastern Wilderness, and his killing power is three points weaker. It is not easy to ask the ancestral court of the three sword sects. . But similarly, without the destiny of Donghuang, the lamp would be extinguished if he died, and with Wenxi and the destiny of Donghuang in charge, the young emperor's sword would only be more ruthless.
In the northern region, in an unknown Taoist temple, a young boy was wearing a tattered green shirt and a high Taoist crown.
The little Taoist priest pulled a Taoist priest. The poor old Taoist priest had snot and tears on his sleeves, and he wailed: "Master, it's over, it's over, I'll train myselfWasted. "
"What a big deal, look at your worthless appearance? Look at me! ”
The old Taoist priest who only knows how to deceive and deceive took care of himself. He took out a piece of yellow paper, drew a few strokes at will, burned it to ashes in the bowl, washed it with white water, and handed it to the little Taoist priest. "Drink it, the medicine will cure the disease, and your roots of the three teachings of Hedao will be preserved, which is more powerful than that of Li Huangquan. ”
“You can brag as much as you want! ”
The little Taoist priest said he didn’t believe it, but his hands and feet were very quick and he drank the talisman water in one gulp.
At this moment, the little Taoist priest seemed to feel something and raised his eyes Looking at the sky somewhere, he moved his fingers repeatedly, as if he was calculating something.
The old Taoist friend didn't know why, "What's wrong?" ”
“I figured I would be in a bloody disaster! "
While speaking, the little Taoist coughed twice and coughed up wisps of blood. The old Taoist was immediately in a hurry, but the little Taoist waved his hands and said, "If you don't tell me, master, you are the best. What's the matter? The talisman water actually made me, who was immune to all poisons, drink till I coughed up blood? ”
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