See Jiangshan

Zhu Liu restrained his smile: "I mean, brother, please come and practice with peace of mind. At least you can become stronger before you reach the Eastern Realm. Behind you are the Jiange and the Academy. Your strength is related to the success or failure of the Baixueguan battlefield. The life and death of the people of Dongchuan."

Cheng Qianren felt ashamed of his wild thoughts, and reached out to touch the light in Zhu Liu's palm: "I'm going to trouble you again...uh!"

Zhu Liu clasped his five fingers back, exerted a sudden force, and pulled him backwards together.

The two of them fell on the bed, and the sky was spinning, and the fireflies shimmered and splashed, turning into a dazzling light.After a short period of dizziness and weightlessness, Cheng Qianren entered the opponent's mustard space again.

There are white clouds floating in the blue sky, like strands of cotton wool, and the grass under them is soft and covered with cool crystal dewdrops.

When he came to 'guest' for the first time, he didn't know the rules, so he changed it unintentionally, but he didn't expect to keep it until now.

Zhuliu was still holding him down, laughing softly as if playing a prank.

Cheng Qianren patted his younger brother on the shoulder: "Okay, get up."

Zhu Liu pretended to get up, but suddenly fell to the side, hugged his waist and rolled a few times, and then reluctantly let go.

Cheng Qianren brushed off the grass clippings on his clothes, and smiled helplessly: "Nonsense."

When you were young, you were precocious and silent, and you disliked the childishness of neighbors playing with mud. How did you grow up to be naughty? Is the lost childhood destined to make up for it?

Zhu Liu also laughed, his elder brother had already regarded his hug as a cub acting like a baby, and after getting used to it, he no longer rejected it.He can be sure that no one in the world can be so close to Cheng Qianren except himself.

Aside from the joy, he didn't feel satisfied, instead, it aroused more desire in his heart.

Not enough talking, not enough company, not enough cuddling, not enough rolling around.

Being intimate with elder brother is like drinking poison to quench thirst, no amount is enough.

Cheng Qianren didn't know that his younger brother had a twisted mind, he came to practice.This time, there is no need to rely on the small courtyard in the old street of Nanyang City to calm the mind, only time is needed.

Last time Chaoge Que left voluntarily, but Zhuliu was unwilling to leave: "Let me accompany you, whether you are practicing sword or meditating, I will not disturb you."

Cheng Qianren thought for a while, knelt down and pulled out grass leaves, weaved a grasshopper and stuffed it for his younger brother: "Then why don't you play for a while?"

Zhuliu and the green grasshopper looked at each other in blank dismay: "You really treat me like a child?"

He pulled Cheng Qianren forward, and elm trees grew on the side of the road, pulling up their branches frantically, and the grass under his feet turned into a long street with bluestone slabs. When the long street turned at the end, it was a familiar old alley.The white walls on both sides are tight, and the dense branches and leaves protrude from the walls of other people's homes.

In the deepest part of the alley, the wooden door was pushed open, and the yard was clean and tidy.

"I'm home." Zhu Liu said obediently: "Brother, you go and settle the accounts, I'll cook for you."

Cheng Qianren didn't mind playing such tricks with him, and with a thought, a full vegetable basket appeared in his hand, and he handed it to Zhuliu.

They're like ordinary brothers on friendly terms.

On the day Cheng Qianren left the customs, Zhuliu cooked a table of home-cooked dishes.

Seeing his brother finished eating, he showed a satiated expression, and asked with his chin in his hand, "How is this place? Would you like to be here?"

This question was asked very strangely, but Cheng Qianren didn't think about it carefully: "Okay."

He planned to wait until he saw the threshold of the Saint Realm, and then ask the other party how to open up or control a space. The current dilemma is that the way of swords seems to have reached a bottleneck, and he can't figure out more true meaning after repeated sword exercises.

Seeing that Jiangshan's set of sword tactics should not be limited to this, Shengui Biyi is also very good, but I am not good enough.

Cheng Qianren thought about breaking through the bottleneck in his heart, and asked sincerely: "The night you killed the Demon King, your incarnation stayed in the Jiange in a distracted manner. The body traveled eastward, but the sword went southwest. How to control it with one sword chasing three thousand miles? With one mind and one mind Three uses, establishing a connection with Chaoci sword, or some kind of method, making the sword self-sustaining..."

After listening to Zhu Liu, he stood up, with a cold voice: "That's not me. Why are you still thinking about him?"

Cheng Qianren was slightly startled, and backed away, while pushing the boy's chest: "Don't make trouble."

The younger brother's posture is no longer submissive, which makes him feel oppressed, and he can't help being nervous.

Zhuliu clenched his wrist tightly: "I feel that he has moved again. He hasn't disappeared for a day. I have to be careful that he snatches my Dharma body. You also have to be careful not to treat him as me. You and I are uncomfortable, so it's better to be a brother." Help me and kill him together. Then the two of us, brothers, will have a bright future and be happy."

Cheng Qianren felt awkward: "...Why is this so?"

"You speak for him? Do you think he treats you well for no reason and doesn't ask for anything in return?" Zhuliu sneered, "He just recognized your identity and wanted you to go back to pick up that mess. The Fifth Prince of Dixing died a long time ago. ..."

Cheng Qianren broke free from the confinement: "Are you crazy, what are you talking about?"

"laugh--"

The dispute between the two sides came to an abrupt end.

He heard the sound of sharp knives piercing flesh.

It was stretched for an instant, and a sharp sword pierced through Zhuliu's chest.The dark red bloodstain spread rapidly, soaking the front skirt.

Zhu Liu had complicated emotions in his eyes, surprise, anger, and disgust quickly disappeared without a trace, leaving only indifference.

With his arms back, he drew out the black hilt and held the long sword in his hand.

Chaocijian was dripping with blood.

his own blood.

All this happened too fast, beyond Cheng Qianren's current cognitive speed, just like he couldn't dodge the palm of King Anshan, and he couldn't dodge the blood splashing on his cheeks at this time.

Warm, flowing blood.

"Chao, Chao Ge Que?"

"Ah."

The man responded, showing no emotion.

Cheng Qianren felt cold in his heart.

How ruthless a person is that he stabbed himself with a sword without hesitation, and still didn't change his face.

In the past, "Chaoge Que" and "Zhuliu" fought for their bodies by killing one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred?

He thought that when things got to this point, the other party should explain something.

Zhao Geque opened his mouth and said four words: "He is not dead, let's go."

After a moment of dizziness, he returned to Yunchuan's room.Cheng Qianren took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down: "How is your injury?"

"No problem."

The two still maintained the posture of lying on the bed overlapping each other before going to the small world, which made Cheng Qianren's mentality collapse even more.

If it changes three times a day, Chaoge Que changes to Cheng Zhuliu, and Cheng Zhuliu changes to Chaoge Que, how the change will be completely unpredictable and defenseless...

Who can stand it? !I can bear it? !

Chaoge Que sat up calmly and wiped the blood off his clothes.The water vapor in the air gathered, and a water mirror condensed out of thin air.

Cheng Qianren heard a sneer: "Is he dressed like this?"

'He' refers to Zhuliu.

In order to appear gentle and harmless, Zhuliu didn't carry his sword with him, and left the Chaoci sword in the Jiezi space.Normally, he only wears robes with soft texture and light color, such as light rice, lotus root, and moon white.The black hair is half pulled and half loose, and a wooden hairpin is loosely attached to the hairpin. The rest is loose on the shoulders and back, and the blue hair is like a waterfall.

Non-aggressive beauty, with soft light, suitable for IKEA.

Turning the water mirror towards Ge Que, he glanced at Cheng Qianren and frowned slightly: "Do you like it?"

Cheng Qianren was dumbfounded: "What?"

The look in his eyes had complicated meanings, making him feel like a fool who was seduced by a traitor concubine.

But, I didn't do anything.

You change back and forth, always asking strange questions, and if you can't answer well, you will send a proposition.

Where can I go to reason.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Chaoge Que returned to his indifferent expression, Cheng Qianren put down the curtain beside the bed, and said in a low voice, "Your sudden change of temperament will make people suspicious. It's better to say 'I'm sick and bedridden'."

In addition to Huai Qing Huai Ming, there was also Fu Keji.

"We have received a reply from the Supreme Commander of the Zhendong Army."

Cheng Qianren took the letter and glanced at ten lines.Princess Anguo, on behalf of the military, expressed her gratitude and welcome to the Zongmen Alliance; fifty miles outside Chaoguang City, the Cangjiang Lianhuanwu area is desolate and deserted, which is suitable for flying magic weapons to land. A group of Zongmen monks.

"How long will it take?"

Huaiqing: "According to the current speed of the cloud boat, at most half a day."

Fu Keji: "Are you okay?"

It was enough for Huaiqing and Huaiming to pass on the news. He didn't have to come, but when he heard that the other party and his so-called younger brother entered the room, he didn't go out all day and night, and he was always worried about what might happen.

"I'm fine. Xiaoliu can't stand the fatigue of traveling and traveling, and it's inconvenient to see people when he's sick. So I won't invite you to sit in."

Fu Keji raised his eyebrows, silently expressing that you are fucking nonsense, Cheng Qianren touched his nose in embarrassment.

Seeing this, Huaiqing and Huaiming looked at each other, and said with a low smile, "Take it easy."

The big baby is a delicate beauty.

Cheng Qianren patted it with a scabbard: "Focus on cultivation!"

Chao Geque flipped through Princess An's letterhead, but for some reason he read it slowly, and Cheng Qianren took the time to look at him from the sidelines.

His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and there was a faint tiredness between his eyebrows and eyes.

That's right, the demon king stabbed himself again with his old wounds still unhealed, even the hard-hitting people couldn't stand such a toss.

"Where is he now, Little World? What's the matter with you two, can't you sit down and talk?"

Chao Geque: "I will handle it well."

Again.Cheng Qianren suddenly had an unknown fire in his heart:

"You don't want to tell me anything, what can I do!"

With a flick of his sleeve, he knocked down the censer on the table with a blunt bang.

Huaiqing Huaiming outside the door hadn't gone far: "Tsk, exciting."

Chao Geque picked up things with a good temper: "Don't make trouble."

Cheng Qianren was about to explode, when he suddenly heard the person say: "Your sword is at a bottleneck, not because of the limitation of cultivation, but because of the lack of an opportunity."

He was silent for a moment, and he had figured out the way. He was calm and reliable when talking about business with Chao Ge Que, but it was easy to get mad when talking about private matters, while Zhuliu was just the opposite.

"Isn't it enough to travel for six years and see mountains and rivers?"

Chao Geque shook his head: "For others, it is enough. For you, it is not enough."

Since Cheng Qianren became famous as a young man, in the eyes of the world, he has been practicing at a terrifying speed.But he still felt that it was not enough, and Chao Geque also thought it was not enough.

In the past, repeated sword practice, quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, so that kendo continues to improve.When it reaches a certain level, this method will not work. Drops of water can penetrate rocks, but they cannot burst rocks, and everything will open up.

He needs a hammer, or a pack of poison.

"I can teach you all the way of swordsmanship. I have already taught you when you broke through the Mahayana. If you can find a peerless expert who has practiced 'seeing the world' all his life, loves it, and respects it, it may be beneficial to talk about it. "

Cheng Qianren had to admire Gu Xuejiang's foresight and foresight.

In the distant memory, Gu Er asked him, "If you practice this, who will teach you?"

After many years, he was hit again.

The Holy One is old and confused, and doesn't care about world affairs.King Ansan's three views are different, and his positions are opposite.

Where can I find the peerless expert who practiced 'seeing the world'?

Seeing his serious expression, Chaoge Que wanted to comfort him.

Cheng Qianren smiled: "Forget it. Could it be that I have no hope for the future and have to give up my practice because of this opportunity? The world is so big that opportunities are unpredictable, why worry about nothing!"

The cloud boat began to descend, and through the flying clouds and mists, the wilderness, mountains, and rivers could gradually be seen clearly.

The peaks of the Dongchuan Mountains are like clusters, and the waves of the Cangjiang River are like anger, galloping westward.People are always unwilling to admit that the birthplace of the Cangjiang River is the snowy land where the demons live, although it is true in a geographical sense.

The glaciers melted, and the snow water gathered, traveling [-] miles westward, crossing mountains and ridges, turning into countless branch rivers, irrigating farmland on the densely populated plains, and finally pouring into the sea.

It was sunset when Cheng Qianren got off the boat.

The wind roared in the wilderness, like a mountain ghost crying.

A group of more than a hundred armored cavalry was waiting not far away, and the fiery red Suzaku flag was flying high, more dazzling than the setting sun.

At dusk, the township pass, but there is no smoke, and the village has probably moved south.

In early spring, the ice floes on the surface of the Cangjiang River have not disappeared, and the river water has begun to surge. In the sunset, thousands of icicles rush with the water, and the momentum is majestic.

A long time ago, relying on the river for living, this was the worst time of the year for business.Cheng Qianren had cursed countless swear words at it, and now he finally saw something about the magnificence of Jiang He.

He is back again.

If you go out from here, you will fight for this place again.

The author has something to say:

Cheng Zhuliu: You are in charge of hard work, I am in charge of kissing and hugging

Chaoge Que: Ning Xing