The sunrise and the fog dissipates, people come and go, and it is noon in a blink of an eye.

Ye Jie Tang put on a charity in the world, and wore a hat to lead a big dark horse from the inn stable. The big white bird that had been sucked by rats and rats for a night has not yet woken up. It has been placed in the bag on the side of the horse, only revealing its round white head, and it is unconscious.

After waiting for a while, footsteps sounded in the inn.

Ye Jingtang looked back and saw that Fan Qinghe, who had changed into casual clothes, walked down the stairs, with a veil on his head, and he couldn't see his expression, but after seeing him, his head was obviously lowered a little.

Ye Jingtang had a shocking glance yesterday. When he saw the sandwich steamed bun, he actually calmed down for a long time. He knew that Fan Qinghe must be embarrassed, and he didn't even have any pots to carry. He turned over and chatted:

"Just just now, I saw several merchants from the Xihai tribes on the street, and they also came to Jiangzhou to set up weapons?"

Fan Qinghe walked up to the front, lightly pressed his toes, and sat sideways behind Ye Zhitang:

"We lacked food and iron. Originally, Gou Chen's army could still build weapons and armor. After being occupied by the barbarians of Beiliang, they confiscated all the mining workshops. If you want good weapons, you can only buy them from the two dynasties in the north and south..."

Night Arcade lightly erected the horse's belly towards the outsider in the town:

"Don't worry, even if I have nothing to do with the Xihai tribes, I have to deal with the people of Beiliang. These problems will be solved sooner or later."

When Fan Qinghe heard this, his red lips moved slightly, and thought for a while and said:

"You grew up in the Great Wei Dynasty and have never received any favors from the Xihai tribes, but you have to take on the responsibility of King Tianlang. Speaking of which, we owe you a lot... No matter what other tribes think, my Dongming tribe will definitely not be an ungrateful ungrateful wolf..."

"Who said that she had not received any favors? Miss Fan has helped me so much..."

“…”

Fan Qinghe wanted to say what he should, but he paused again when he spoke. After all, she said she was not ungrateful to repay Ye Jingtang's kindness, but because Ye Jingtang accidentally looked at her, she was full of confusion and couldn't think of it. Ye Jingtang had to coax her. Isn't this right and wrong?

Thinking of this, Fan Qinghe slowly suppressed the hundreds of emotions in his heart, and looked at him from usual cheerfulness:

"Where are birds? Still looking at the mouse hole?"

"grumble……"

There was a muffled gurgle coming from the bag behind me, and then there was no movement again.

Fan Qinghe turned around, picked up his luggage and glanced at him, and raised his hand to scratch his furry belly.

Ye Jingtang saw that Miss Fan's mood had returned to normal, Zhan Yan smiled and said nothing. After a light "Gao" sound, he rushed towards the south.

Xiaoshan Fort is located on the southeast coast and is not too far from Huangqi Town, but it is a short distance away.

Ye Jietang took Fan Qinghe to gallop, occasionally stopping along the way to rest, and take a look at the beautiful scenery of Jiangzhou's mountains and rivers. It was not until dusk that the outlines of the mountains slowly emerged at the end of the vision, and there were more and more pedestrians on the road.

Ye Zhitang slowed down his horse and looked up at the distant mountain. It was seen that there was a towering and ancient building complex on the hillside, spreading from the hillside to the small town below. The town was crowded with people, and passers-by dressed in martial arts can be seen everywhere.

Fan Qinghe sat sideways along the way, and it was hard to lean on Ye Jietang's back. After sitting for a long time, she couldn't help but feel a little sore in her waist. When she saw the place, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked at a pavilion on the top of the mountain:

"Where is Xuanyang Pavilion?"

"It should be, but the angle here is wrong, it looks less so grand than the rumored ones."

Xuanyang Pavilion is located at the top of Xiaoshan Fort. Every time it sinks to the west, you can see the red sun from some angles just at the top of the pavilion, just like the entire villa holding a pearl. The scenery is quite magnificent. The rumors are the place where Xiao Zu, the first master of Xiaoshan Fort, realized the truth. It is considered a famous scenic spot in Jiangzhou.

Ye Jietang was still half a mile away from Shanjiao Town, then turned over and went downstairs, led his horse to Xiaoshan Fort, and looked up again.

Although three hundred years have passed since its peak of glory, standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up at the towering buildings on the mountain, you can still feel the spirit of tyranny of the southeast and the world.

After watching the scenery for a while, Fan Qinghe began to look at the various things in the town again.

Shanjiao Town is not an industry in Xiaoshan Fort. It is full of blacksmith workshops, and there are vendors who set up stalls to buy swords and swords along the street. It is a large ironware market. You can hear the crisp sounds of iron striking and the shouts of vendors everywhere while walking:

"Don't miss it when you pass by, all kinds of famous swords, dragon swords, spiritual swords, Junshan swords... There are all kinds of karma and old people..."

...

Ye Zhitang was originally watching the magnificent scenery of the Sun-hanging Mountain. When he heard this, he was slightly stunned and turned to look at the stalls on the street.

The stall was filled with several wooden tables, with cloth on it and a row of swords on it. Many young warriors were looking around. Among them, the Chilong sword was the one that was checked the most. Some people asked:

"Are you sure it's exactly the same knife as the Ye Xia Hero?"

"The materials are definitely different, but this knife is forged against the genuine product, and the appearance is definitely difficult to tell the authenticity. If there is any difference, I will take the knife back and chop me at any time..."

"I can't see Wu Kui, how do you know if there are any differences..."

"The road to the world is far away. One day I will meet you when I practice martial arts well. People should have ambitions..."

...

Fan Qinghe stopped by the street, looked at the crowd, and whispered:

"The local gangsters are too unethical and speak nonsense openly. Do you care?"

Ye Xingtang glanced and saw that the vendor sold a knife. The knife was two and a half fingers wide and three feet long. The handguard ring was decorated with a dragon decoration. It was even very serious. Although it was not difficult to tell the authenticity, the style was indeed the same.

Ye Zhitang saw that the workmanship was pretty good, and shook his head and said with a smile:

"A glance at it from a distance can be considered a genuine imitation, not a nonsense. I have used Chilong swords all over the street to learn how I dress up. It is more convenient for me to walk around the world to tell the truth, and I can even disguise myself."

Seeing this, Fan Qinghe didn't care about other people's business, followed him and looked at Ye Jietang's robe:

"Why do you keep wearing a black robe? I think you should be more fairy-like when wearing a white robe."

Ye Zhitang is not interested in a certain color of clothes, but is caused by habits since childhood, explaining:

"Black clothes are dirt-resistant and blood stains cannot be seen. If you wear white clothes, you have to change the blood spots. There is no time to go outside to walk. Well... If you want to see, I will go back and put on a white robe and wear it for you to see."

“…”

Fan Qinghe actually thinks that Ye Zhitang is the best not to wear clothes. The chest muscles and abdominal muscles can make people blush and red. However, Fan Qinghe naturally cannot explain these ideas clearly, just said:

"What do I see? You should wear it for Sanniang and the others to see it... When we get to the place, how can we get in?"

While the two were chatting, they had already arrived at the mountain gate of Xiaoshan Fort.

The gate of Xiaoshan Fort is a white stone archway building. Four disciples with swords hanging on their waists stand outside. Sometimes young warriors from sects come in and out, and they are still chatting with each other:

"The people in Sanjue Valley are really powerful. They have fought for two rounds in a row. If no one can suppress them, our Jiangzhou will be embarrassing..."

"The Sanjue Immortal Old Man is a person who has fought with the old god in Fengguan City. How can my disciple not be powerful? But don't worry, the young master of Jinhu Villa will definitely not lose..."

...

Ye Jietang was paying attention nearby for a while, and it was obvious that Xiaoshan Fort was competing and clashing. There were many people coming here, but they needed to report their own homes when they came to the door. If he reported his name, he would probably have to shrink his neck and would definitely not be able to do anything.

"Wait until it's dark, there is a cave in the back mountain of Xiaoshan Fort. It's very tightly defended and should be hidden. We come here this time to find out what is hidden..."

Ye Jietang talked about his action plan with Fan Qinghe, put the horse in the stable of the inn, changed into clothes suitable for snorkeling, and when the sun completely set, he followed the foot of the mountain to touch the back...

——

Ding Ding--

Bang!

As the sun sets and the moon rises, lanterns lit up in Xiaoshan Fort. There are swords and swords on the central arena. Surrounding them are disciples from various sects watching, as well as scattered people from Jiangzhou who have some reputation.

The uncles of various sects sat in the main hall of the villa, with about forty seats, most of which were local celebrities in Jiangzhou, while the rest were people from Zezhou, Wuzhou and other places.

Although Xiaoshan Fort is no longer as good as before, with more than 40 people present, only Xiao Zongyuan is considered a top-notch master. Few people who have heard of other people's names have been heard in the world, but because of their ancestors' wealth, Zhengtang is quite grand.

The main hall is built against the mountain, with four giant pillars in the middle supporting the dome. On both sides of the platform, there are left and right side halls. On the front is a vast world. Sitting on the head of the main hall, it feels like a heroic living on the top of the mountain and looking down on the rivers and lakes.

However, because Wu Kui was not in charge, the fortress master Xiao Zongyuan did not dare to put on such a big air. The main seat on the steps of the main hall had long been demolished and changed to a public hall, with incense tables and copper furnaces and several famous soldiers, and three portraits were placed on it.

The old man in the middle of the portrait is Xiao Zu, who once looked down on the world; and the left and right are the revivals of Xiaoshan Fort.

Xiao Zongyuan looked very elegant. He sat on the chair under the table, holding a teacup in his hand, carefully observing the exchanges between the younger generations outside the rivers and lakes. On the right is the gray-haired Sanjue Immortal Man, and on the left is the second-person in Jiangzhou, the owner of Jinhu Villa, Linghu Rengang.

Jinhu Villa is also a great sect in the world. More than 30 years ago, it briefly replaced Xiaoshan Fort and became the overlord of Jiangzhou. However, since the old owner was held down by Lu Jieyun in Wanghailou with a slight trait, Jinhu Villa has also fallen a thousand feet and slowly faded out of the world's sight.

Originally, Jinhu Villa and Xiaoshanbao were competitors, but after becoming brothers in trouble, their relationship improved. Now they are wearing pairs of pants to keep warm.

At this time, the ones who were discussing outside were the direct descendants of the Three Jue Immortals and the legitimate son of Linghu Rengang. Although Ye Jingtang of the same age was far apart, he was already considered the best among his peers.

As a martial artist from other countries, Sanjue Immortal Weng ran to Jiangzhou as a guest. His apprentice came with a one-two outfit. Now he is still preparing to wear one-two outfit, so he is naturally happy.

However, in front of the famous Jiangzhou people in the Tang Dynasty, the Sanjue Immortal Man was not willing to be proud, but just commented:

"The young man is terrifying. The nephew Linghu's skills do have the style of the old owner of Linghu back then. If he was two years older, I would probably be thrown off the ring if he could not pass three moves..."

Linghu Rengang saw that his son's situation was not very good, but his expression was calm:

"Old Mr. Guang's words are too good. The dog is only eighteen or nineteen. It is not easy to learn the inherited family. How can one get the style? Compared with his father, he is even more proud of him."

"hehe……"

The Sanjue Immortal Man is in his seventies and is of the same generation as Linghu Guanzhi, the old owner of Jinhu Villa. He met him back then, and talked about this and asked:

"How is the old owner of Linghu in good health recently? It seems that I haven't seen each other for many years..."

The battle between Wu Kui is always fighting with his life. The battle between life and death is difficult to make. After the defeat, it will normally leave hidden dangers. If the other party keeps his hands, he will be even more shameless and continue to walk around the world to compete for fame and fortune. It is normal that he will give way to the newcomer by washing his hands.

Linghu Guanzhi was not ranked high in Wu Kui back then. He fought with Lu Jieyun at Wanghailou. Because of his exhaustion, his qi and veins were severely damaged. He was famous on the spot and had never appeared in the world for 30 years, so he was forgotten by contemporary people in the world, and only the old people such as the Three Jue Immortals still remembered it.

As a son, Linghu Rengang shook his head and sighed in the face of this problem;

"Old Mr. Guang is worried. My father is in good health, but he is still the same. He stays in the door and makes iron swords all day long, and he doesn't want to see foreign guests."

The Sanjue Immortal Man nodded and wanted to say a few more polite words. His ear suddenly moved and he turned his head to look at the portrait of the ancestor behind him.

Dong ~

Dong ~

The slight muffled sound was as if nothing had happened, and the candlelight on the platform trembled slightly, feeling like a dragon python was rushing around the mountain.

Xiao Zongyuan and Linghu Rengang naturally heard the movement. The originally warm expression disappeared and turned solemn, looking at the portrait of the ancestor behind them...

——

"Gu~~Gu~~..."

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and birds cry in the distant sky come from the night sky.

Several disciples of Xiaoshan Fort, pressed their waist knives and walked back and forth on the forest path. In the elegant surroundings, they could also hear chats from the people in charge of the door:
To be continued...