Zhijun Xiangu

青月

Ruiyang Villa is one of the leading families of martial arts. It has been entrenched in northern Shanxi for hundreds of years.

Xue Nantian, the owner of the villa, has been famous for more than 40 years, and he has never been defeated under the sword. He is an undoubted strong dragon in the northern Shanxi martial arts.

With such a name, challengers are naturally indispensable, and there are many people who come here for the name. However, since Ruiyang Villa became famous, no one has ever been able to take a share of this name.

Ruiyang Villa is still not peaceful tonight.

Xue Nantian stood in the center of the sword testing field in the villa with his sword in his hand, his heart was full of horror, no one had ever been able to break into such a deep part of the villa without being injured, let alone a young man in his 20s!

His sword-holding hand was trembling slightly, and his breathing was a little short. He tried his best to calm himself down, so as not to be noticed by the many guest ministers behind him-he was too old, and he no longer had the same state as when he was young. Exercising extreme swordsmanship with physical strength.

The moonlight was dim, just as Xue Nantian wished, it couldn't illuminate what he wanted to cover up, but it could illuminate the young man who was even more amazing and talented than when he was young.

The man in white was sitting leisurely on the roof tiles, with one leg casually hanging down from the eaves and shaking slightly. No one would have guessed that he just broke into Ruiyang Villa by himself, and at this moment he was looking down at Xue Nantian and his group from a distance, unable to see Showing a little bit of hostility, as if he came here to raise a glass to invite the moon, so chic.

The man in white has fought against all the good players in the villa, and has been dealing with Xue Nantian for a long time, but at this moment he has no intention of fighting again. Xue Nantian took the opportunity to recover some strength, and then shouted at the man in white: "Who are you? You broke into my Ruiyang in the middle of the night Shan Zhuang, with such skills, is willing to be a gentleman on Liang to steal Ruiyang Token, don't you feel ashamed?"

The man was smiling all the time, but when he heard this, he just sneered: "Master Xue, you are a martial arts senior, and I should pay respects to you, but now you... are not worthy."

A guest official behind Xue Nantian immediately retorted angrily: "Arrogant boy! What qualifications do you have to talk to the owner like this! You..."

"Bastard! Who told you to interrupt? Get off!" Xue Nantian retreated from Ke Qing.

This person really didn't know what to do. He was taught a lesson by the man in white just now, and now he interrupted at will.

People in the Jianghu rely on two things: one is martial arts, and the other is character. In his opinion, although this young man is a bit arrogant, he possesses superior martial arts, enough to be able to argue with his peers.

Xue Nantian asked loudly: "Why is this old man unworthy?"

The man in white raised his left hand, and what was hanging in his hand was the Ruiyang Token. He took a folding fan and tapped the token: "Since the first generation of Ruiyang was passed down by the owner, the person holding it can represent Ruiyang Villa. This small piece of token , bearing Ruiyang's honor in the martial arts world, but now..."

"Master Xue, I would like to advise you that 'Longevity' belongs to the immortal gods, and mortals cannot ask for it."

Before the man in white could speak, Xue Nantian's face turned extremely pale in an instant.

This person actually knew.

"I don't think I need to remind Master Xue why those who challenged Ruiyang Villa immediately announced their withdrawal from the arena and disappeared from the rivers and lakes." The man in white put away the Ruiyang order.

Xue Nantian is already old.

However, none of his sons and daughters are capable of taking on great positions and have outstanding martial arts. Ruiyang Villa was so famous in the past, no one would guess that it is all supported by Xue Nantian now.

One death among mortals, he can't escape, but if he dies, what will Ruiyang do?

Will the centuries-old foundation be destroyed in his hands?

He set his sights on the cultivation world.

However, immortal cultivators can live forever, and they also pay the most attention to the theory of fate. Unless it is absolutely necessary, they will never hand over the elixir to mortals-if the destiny is messed up, they will end up responding to disasters on themselves.

Xue Nantian had no choice but to resort to methods accessible to ordinary people.

The lives of other people can continue to last until Ruiyang has a trustworthy person...

Now that the matter was not completed, an unknown person actually found out about it. Although Xue Nantian cherished his talent, he immediately decided: this person must be killed!

The confidant subordinates saw what he meant, and finally spit out the anger of being played by the man in white for a long time, and immediately shouted to the others: "Death to the surroundings! Let this kid see, since ancient times, no one has been able to live Get out of Ruiyang!"

"No one?" The man in white smirked, "Then I'll be No. 1. I want to break into Ruiyang Villa that others can't break through, and I want to take Ruiyang Villa that others can't take away. I, Yun Qingyue, want to see, what can you do with me?"

As soon as the words Yun Qingyue came out, Xue Nantian was taken aback, his face turned ugly again, and his confidant asked, "Villa Master?"

After a long time, Xue Nan waved his hand wearily: "That's all, that's all, destiny, let him go."

One of the subordinates thought he heard it wrong: "The owner! We have so many people here, and he insulted Ruiyang so much, how could he let him go so easily?!"

"Idiot! You want to fuck, you fuck!" The confidant has followed Xue Nantian all year round, has a thorough mind and knows a lot, and immediately cursed back, "You think you can beat 'Lan Yuejun, you go!'"

Dozens of people in Ruiyang Villa just watched the man in white go downstairs, waving a folding fan and walking out in front of their eyes.

He was not afraid of Ruiyang's retaliation, Xue Nantian was somewhat tolerant, and he knew that it was absolutely impossible to make another move.

It's just that Ruiyang Villa is over.

"Mr. Lanyue, I would like to ask you, who entrusted you here? Why did you take away the Ruiyang Order?" Xue Nantian looked at the back of the man in white and asked in a low voice.

The man in white stopped, but did not turn his head: "I trust you, as for taking away the Ruiyang order..."

"You can pretend I'm bored." He shrugged.

Xue Nantian: "..."

As long as the man in white walked away, Xue Nantian stood there. No one dared to ask him what the man in white meant, and no one dared to provoke Xue Nantian now.

"...It's all destiny," Xue Nantian looked up to the sky and sighed, "It's just my fault that I was born into a noble family with a heart of swords, and was bound for a lifetime. When I get old, I can't compare to a young man who has been persistent for so many years, that's all... "

How many heroic heroes and heroic feelings of the world have been wasted in this "forget it"...

……

Tanzhou is located in the south of the Yangtze River, and there is a river named Xiang, which runs through Tanzhou.

Tanzhou is famous for its talents and fine wine, but when the common people come here to play, those who have some spare money will come to listen to the storytelling in the storytelling buildings built on both sides of the Xianghe River.

The most interesting thing about the storytelling building here is that the storytellers here have always only talked about fairy tales and ghosts. Passers-by who came here for the first time asked the buddy that it was because there was a flood here decades ago. The whole of Tanzhou was almost flooded. Thanks to a wandering old Taoist priest, he saw at a glance that there was a water ghost in the river, so he immediately cast a spell to suppress the water ghost, and Tanzhou has never had a flood since then.

After performing the spell, the old Taoist priest left quietly without asking for any gold, silver or jewelry.

Several benevolent people gathered together, and in addition to donating some money to the nearby Taoist temple Xianmen, they also funded the construction of several storytelling buildings that only talk about fairy tales, so as to publicize the achievements of the Taoist priest.Originally, it only talked about water control, but later, in order to make money, it expanded into fairy tales, and because the storytellers here only talked about one kind of story for many years, the more they talked, the more exciting it became, gradually affecting other storytellers. Since then, the custom of listening to storytelling by fairy tales has been formed when you come to Tanzhou.

But there is a problem, in order to attract customers, there are different versions of a story in different bookstores, but the guests who come here don’t say that they are too bored to argue with you about stories that no one knows the truth. Come down, and have a pot of iced light wine that Tanzhou people drink as water, not to mention how refreshing it is in this June day.

"My lord, I'm really sorry." The buddy stood at the door and laughed at the middle-aged man in front of him, "There is really no place in there. Today we are talking about "Slaying Demons in North Jin". Overturn the roof, or I'll bring you a jug of ice wine and you wait at the door first? I'll call you as soon as I have a seat."

"No need, I'll find someone, I'll go in by myself." He Tusong dismissed the man with a wave of his hand, looking at the sea of ​​people in front of him and sighed, he really couldn't do anything with that guy, and even took the place to talk to the storyteller Come on, it's a pity that he basically doesn't know any martial arts, so he has to vomit.

He made up his mind to bump into it, but after a few squeezes, he suddenly understood. He looked up and found that there was no one in front of him. When he saw the figure in white clothes sitting leisurely in that place, he immediately understood. , You are not welcome, directly sat on the other empty chair next to the man in white, picked up the jug and poured it.

"Slow down, slow down, this is a good jug of wine, let you drink like a cow." The man in white opened his eyes, looked at the old friend in front of him and said helplessly.

His eyes are actually the color of emeralds. I don't know if his ancestors have blood from the Western Regions. His eyes are somewhat lazy, but there seems to be some inexplicable attraction that makes people unable to move away.

Indeed, it cannot be moved away. In this storytelling building, besides the storyteller, he is the one who is looked at the most, and the most is the eyes of the girls who secretly look at him, and the eyes of the man in white will look at them occasionally. A faint smile made several girls blush.

He has handsome features, with a prodigal unrestrained uninhibited look, which conceals the laziness in his eyes, his complexion is a bit paler than ordinary people, and his white clothes are spotless, separating him from the troubled storytelling building As usual, there is a folding fan in his slender fingers, gently touching his leg little by little, making people feel inexplicably that he is not in this noisy storytelling building, but in an elegant music studio, listening to the beautiful piano sounds played by the singing girl.

He Tusong wanted to roll his eyes when he saw it, and he knocked on the table to remind his friend to look away: "Take it easy, I really don't understand how you, a person who basically stabs 'I'm very romantic' in the face, attracts so many eyes. I have something to talk to you about, so it’s good for you to get me here, haven’t you ever been to Tanzhou?!”

No matter what, I have to admire the vision of the man in white, and he immediately picked the best and most crowded storyteller in Tanzhou—if he hadn’t been full and spent a long time looking for one by one.

Fortunately, martial arts practitioners have good eyes and ears, so he doesn't have to shout at the top of his voice in case he can't hear him.

The man in white raised his eyebrows: "I am very talented."

He Tusong gritted his teeth: "Okay, next time you are so talented, I'll just yell how Yun Qingyue is here?"

He lowered his voice a bit, there was no way it could be done, it was a joke, if someone heard it, it would be a frying pan.

Yun Qingyue, the "Moon Lord" known as the unrivaled lightness kung fu.

The name Yun Qingyue is well-known in the Jianghu. He is only in his 20s, but he has already become famous for a long time. At the age of 17, he was famous for stealing the "Jinlan Picture" bestowed by the royal palace of the Shang Dynasty in full view. Jiang Hu has never missed a hand, and the government has never done anything about him. For so many years, no one has picked him from the reward list, so he simply didn't post it.

But a few days ago, it was revealed that Yun Qingyue appeared in North Shanxi, and no one knew how he arrived in Tanzhou so quickly.

He Tusong came to ask him for help today, so he stopped talking to him after saying this sentence: "Brother, have you heard about the Jingyuan Village?"

"Jingyuan Village? The village that is said to be haunted by monsters?" Yun Qingyue thought for a while, "I only heard the general idea of ​​things that need to be considered by people in the cultivation world, and most of these things are just speculation...why? ,it is true?"

He Tusong nodded, showing an anxious look: "Really, people from the nearby fairy gate have arrived at noon."

Yun Qingyue understood a little: "You don't want me to go there, do you? Hey monsters? Be sober, Lao He, although I claim to be number one in lightness kung fu, but that's only in the category of human beings."

He is very self-aware and pity his life.

"No way, my daughter-in-law's second uncle lives there. She said that if I don't think of a way, she will go back to her mother's house with the child in her arms - I didn't ask you to go in! Help me find out the situation... You know those things too Few cultivators talk much to mortals! There are only people who look like you, and they may pay more attention to you." He Tusong immediately began to praise Yun Qingyue when he saw the situation.

"That's why I don't want to get married." Yun Qingyue shook her head and sighed, "But you're right in your last sentence."

"Brother, did you agree? Don't worry, I will definitely prepare enough good wine for you to come back!"

Everyone in the world knows that Yun Qingyue has three good things: good wine, beautiful treasures and beautiful people.

Yun Qingyue: "I heard that you just got into a good show recently."

"How did you know?!"

"Never mind how I know, will you give it or not?"

"Okay, okay! Give it! I'll just give it! Profiteer!"

"Thank you for the compliment, my uncle taught me..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a burst of applause from the crowd, and the old gentleman on the stage shook his head and chanted:

"In the chaotic times of the ten kingdoms, one hundred thousand bones, the blood of Ling Kai brought chaos to the world.

If there are no three immortals who have experienced death, how can the world be four hundred years old. "

Drums and cheers sounded again, Mr. got up and went behind the scenes for intermission.

"Brothers, what do you think of the talk? This "Three Immortals Forming an Array"" probably felt a little relieved. He Tusong asked Yun Qingyue his opinion on the famous property in his hometown. In fact, the original intention of this trip was to invite Yun Qingyue to come. Those who were visiting Tanzhou never thought of making such a mess.

"Jinbei Zhenmolu" tells that about 400 years ago, the two worlds of monsters and monsters jointly created the "Blood Disaster in North Jin". When there is no chance of succession, when the crisis is critical, the real Yulin persuades all the immortals to unite with the royal family, giving the army the strength to fight the demons one-stop, and personally goes deep into northern Shanxi with the real Xuanlei and the non-returning island Xuanyan. Formed an astonishing demon-sealing formation covering the entire area where the demons existed, which prevented the demons from continuing to move outwards, and humans began to counterattack, taking back the territory bit by bit.

It was a blood-stained past in the history books of mankind. The royal family at that time, that is, the great sacrifice of the former court, directly led to its existence in history for only a short hundred years.

"...Actually, I didn't hear a few words." After a moment of silence, Yun Qingyue decided not to complain about the name he thought was outrageous in front of He Tusong—it seemed like she was spreading the words on the floor.

Obviously from the storytelling building full of people, it can be seen that the content and what the teacher said are very good, that's the name...

"I see you listened very seriously just now?"

"Okay, I'm pretending." Yun Qingyue admitted, "Because no matter how amazing and good-looking those half-immortals or whatever are praised in the book, I still think they are a bunch of old people who are hundreds of years old. Yes, I must have a very boring personality."

He Tusong shook his head: "Don't be so arbitrary, you have always been running around, maybe you will meet one someday, it depends on the person."

"Probably." After finishing speaking, Yun Qingyue drank the wine in the wine glass in one gulp, and stood up, "Then go back early while it's still dark."

After he finished speaking, he arched his hands towards He Tusong, fanned the fan lightly with one hand, and put the other hand behind his back, and walked out without being crowded.

He Tusong looked very melancholy. Is there such a big gap between people? Should he also change into white?

……

Yun Qingyue found out the location of Jingyuan Village, and rented a horse from a horse shop - he traveled around lightly, and rented horses wherever he went.

The scenery along the way is pretty good, but I don't know if it is because of the rumors that there are not even a pedestrian.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain in the village, he raised his head keenly, and a few streamers of light flashed across the sky, in which he could vaguely see a person in a Taoist robe, looking in the same direction as his destination.

"It's not just a fairy gate? Things are troublesome..." Yun Qingyue felt that something was wrong, he frowned, got off his horse and tied it up, without any further delay, they jumped up and rushed forward.

The fairy gates are all over the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, from the north to the south, from less to more.

Most cultivators are withdrawn and arrogant, and don't like to get along with strangers. Therefore, if there is not a troublesome matter that cannot be solved by the power of one immortal sect, they will never act together with several immortal sects.

Yun Qingyue went up the mountain, and he saw several disciples of the immortal sect, who dodged and hid behind a hill, but found something wrong: the immortal sect slays demons and demons, even the new disciples know, the first One thing must be to form an formation to prevent evil spirits from escaping or mortals to get hurt by mistake, not to mention that the target is only a small mountain village, but he came here unimpeded all the way, could it be...

"Isn't that right?! The evil spirit is so strong, the target must be right in front of us, but how could we not even see that village?!" The shout of a young Xianmen disciple confirmed his conjecture.

He is quite young, seems to be inexperienced, already a little impatient.

"Be safe and don't be impatient." A steady voice remembered, "The evil spirits are so treacherous, and those who have the ability to completely hide their whereabouts are even more powerful. The most urgent thing is to look for possible traces, seniors who are waiting for support, and find a way to save those villagers. "

There was a echoing sound from all around, and the footsteps scattered.

Yun Qingyue spun around the hill beside her without making a sound, but suddenly felt as cold as icy water empowerment, he couldn't help shivering, and opened his eyes again after returning to normal, the scenery didn't change.

The next moment, a sense of coldness suddenly rushed into my mind.

Just because he turned his head, he saw a village that was close at hand!

Quiet as death, Jingyuan Village, which should have disappeared without a trace!