In Wutong Town in the early morning, smoke curls up from cooking stoves.
Here, far away from the hustle and bustle, it is quiet and peaceful, quite like a paradise.
At least, Li Zhaoyue and the others lived very comfortably.
"As expected of the Princess of the Tang Dynasty, she has found all these materials." .??.
In the small courtyard of the Zhao family, Zhao Yun held an iron stone and looked at it again and again.
This is no ordinary iron material, it is glowing with purple light and is extremely extraordinary.
"Help me forge a sword." Li Zhaoyang whispered with a smile.
"My commission is not cheap." Zhao Yun was still studying iron materials.
He is also well-informed. If this thing became a weapon, it would definitely be extremely domineering.
Unfortunately, my father is no longer here.
Dad is also very rare about special meteorite.
make.
Say it makes you make it.
The sonorous sound of iron objects hitting each other soon sounded.
Zhao Yun is very dedicated and determined to make a unique sword.
Li Zhaoyang is a mastermind, so he can learn from it!
"What a prodigy."
My sister has something to do, and Li Zhaoyue is not idle either.
Wutong Town is neither big nor small.
And she was just like a spectator, wandering around the village.
Wherever there are people, the legend of Zhao Zilong is indispensable.
That boy has been smart since he was a child, he has studied literature and martial arts, and he is also an expert at praying for rain.
After going around in circles, she arrived at the private school.
There is not only a child prodigy in the village, but also a talented woman.
Well, that’s Wan Xin, a female teacher from a private school.
It is difficult to know oneself, the two met late, but also talked happily.
"I heard that you are very good at telling fortunes?"
The white-haired middle-aged man was afraid that he would be idle, so he ran to take care of the half-immortal's business.
Ye Banxian was also very presentable and gave him a divination, but he frowned.
"How." The white-haired middle-aged man said with a smile.
"You're going to die soon." The half-immortal said leisurely.
In just four words, the old man talked to Tian'er to death.
When the white-haired middle-aged man left, he was cursing and his face was extremely dark.
If this guy hadn't been Zhao Zilong's teacher, he would have overturned his desk.
"I'm not going to lie to you, my life is really not long."
The half-immortal must be getting older and has become a bit arrogant.
Nao.
Not only the white-haired middle-aged man, but also the old man in black, and the one riding the donkey, all seem to have blackened hair, which is a sign of disaster and loss of life.
"I'm so old, have you discovered the secret?"
The half-immortal glanced at Piaomiao, looking a little confused.
If he keeps doing the hexagrams again, he will die in an ugly way.
Zheng!
Three months later, the sound of sword chanting could be heard in Zhao’s courtyard.
Zhao Yun helped her make Li Zhaoyang's sword.
It is indeed a peerless sword, and its purple sword light is extremely powerful.
"Good weapon."
Li Zhaoyang smiled brightly and performed a set of sword skills while bathing in the moonlight.
It doesn't matter to her whether the sword is good or not, what matters is who made it.
Speaking of who? I have been very tired these past three months.
Top-quality iron is not common, and being careless is a blasphemy against the profession.
It is precisely because of his conscientiousness that he consumes a lot of energy and fails to do many things every day.
"Disciple, who are those people?"
Teacher Lin is here, and he is very tired.
He believed that he had taught a good disciple.
Apart from his disciple, he is the second-ranked master in Wutong Town.
However, since those outsiders entered the village, they have been beaten frequently.
"They are all seniors."
Mr. Zhao said it was good, but his hands were not idle.
Coach Lin was beaten, and the disciples had to find a place to do it.
As a result, everyone including the old donkey received a severe beating.
..
night.
The broken little world of the divine dynasty is filled with lightning and thunder.
Thunder and lightning, many strange phenomena evolved, and they were all accompanied by Taoist sounds.
The Tao is Zhao Yun's Tao, which remains for some unknown reason and lingers for a long time.
"His eternity becomes more and more mysterious."
The words of Taoist Shenlong are profound.
Few people refuted it, even Fuyao looked solemn.
Although that person has not jumped out of the reincarnation of heaven, even though he has not reversed
Tian Ying returned to his position after the calamity, but in that strange state, he underwent a transformation that could be called destiny.
Today’s Daoyin.
This vision.
All are excellent examples.
"Waiting for your return."
The old man is easily dissatisfied with others, and he will be convinced again tonight.
He also showed off the eternal way, but compared with someone else, it pales into insignificance.
Therefore, he looks forward to the day when Zhao Yun returns.
Fighting is inevitable, but it is even more necessary to talk about scriptures and Taoism.
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Men farming and women weaving are a warm and wonderful picture.
The stage in Wutong Town perfectly interprets this scene.
“Good book.”
In the quiet night, Zhao Yun borrowed Li Zhaoyue's Dunjia Heavenly Book again.
He has gone in twice, but both times were met with adversity, and there were opportunities hidden in each adversity.
As the saying goes, wealth can only be found in danger. Tonight, he still wanted to go in and have a look.
"I'll go too."
The white-haired middle-aged man smiled, his eyes shining.
Besides him, there was also the old man in black and the old donkey.
There is a world in the book that subverts our cognition. How can we not see it?
"Are you really going in?" Li Zhaoyue frowned slightly.
In the world she had experienced, there were many monsters.
She was lucky to have Zhao Zilong fool her, otherwise, she would have become a lonely soul long ago.
Enter!
Zhao Yun cut his finger and blood dripped into it.
Reflecting the starlight, the pages of the heavenly book turned with a roar.
When it was over, he was involved.
Along with him, there were three middle-aged people with white hair.
Well!
Heading back in, the three of them fell hard.
Mr. Zhao was still stable and used Qing Kung in advance.
After determining his body shape, he looked at the sky with a rather strange expression.
Changed, the world has changed again, there are no more day and night stars, but there are more mountains, rivers, grass and trees.
What's even more strange is that the flowers and plants are all covered with mist.
"this."
The white-haired middle-aged man had stood up and looked around blankly.
square.
Like him, the old man in black and the old donkey were also full of novelties.
No ordinary person has ever seen such a battle.
It seems that the legend is true and there really are immortals in the world.
And this heavenly book must belong to the immortal family. They are honored to come in and take a look.
In this way, even if you are buried here, you can still get some immortality.
"Follow up."
Zhao Yun carried the Qinghong Sword in his hand and looked at it all the way.
The mountains, rivers, grass and trees are all illusory and cannot be touched with a sword.
"Is there anyone there?" the old man in black shouted.
"Don't talk nonsense." The white-haired middle-aged man cursed.
Woo.!
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a strong wind blowing, carrying the wails of fierce ghosts.
After Zhao Yun heard this, he couldn't help but clenched his sword tightly. The three of them were trembling with urine.
This world is very strange, and there are sudden ghost howls, which is very scary.
boom!
There was a sudden thunder, and a huge thing flew into the sky.
As the world swayed, the mountains, rivers, and vegetation also changed greatly.
"That's a dragon?"
The three white-haired middle-aged people had raised their heads and looked at the sky in astonishment.
It is a giant dragon, as tall as a mountain, with a golden body.
It was the first time for all of them to see a dragon, so they were inevitably frightened because their aura was so powerful.
Roar!
While he was talking, the giant dragon had arrived and was hovering in the void.
At this point, everyone saw clearly that there was a person standing on the dragon's head.
That person looks familiar at first glance, but upon closer inspection, isn't it none other than Zhao Yun?
"Did I see it wrong?" The old donkey rubbed his eyes.
When I looked again, I saw that it was indeed a person, exactly the same as Zhao Zilong.
"What's going on?" The white-haired middle-aged man looked stunned.
"Afraid it's not an illusion?" The old man in black narrowed his eyes slightly.
The person with the weirdest expression is Mr. Zhao.
He has seen the power of the dragon, but who is the one standing on the dragon's head?
"You're welcome and safe."
Looking into each other's eyes, Zhao Yun, the leader, actually spoke.
The words were spoken to Zhao Yun, and the tone was ancient.