An apricot-yellow figure floated down next to the Jie Jian Stone in front of the Tiger Temple. As a member of the Mountain Villa, Dong Zang will naturally abide by the rules of the Snowy Tianchi. No one is allowed to fly into the Snowy Tianchi from the air. This is against
The snowy Tianchi was disrespectful, so she carried the basket and walked lightly up the mountain a few meters above the ground.
"Dongzang..."
A golden figure walked out of the Tiger Temple. It was the handsome and elegant Tiger in white. Su Shanjun looked at the basket in Dongzang's hand and said with a smile: "Where are you going down the mountain to buy vegetables?"
"Yes, Su Shanjun."
Dongzang turned around in the breeze and gave a Wanfu blessing, and said with a smile: "I'll prepare the dishes later, and Dongzang will mix them a little better, and give Mr. Sushan two plates of side dishes to go with the wine?"
Su Shanjun immediately handed over his hand and said with a smile: "Miss Dongzang is interested, please remember to send it over as soon as possible..."
"Okay~~~"
Dong Zang continued to go up the mountain. Su Shanjun sat on the threshold of the Tiger Temple and looked at the snow-covered Tianchi. It was another day with sporadic incense. I don’t know when such days will end, let alone when I will be able to return to that comfortable state.
The fourteen realms.
At the gate of the town, the gatekeeper Tang Guangjun crossed his legs. In fact, he had been overlooking everything in Dongzang in Tingma Town with the skill of observing the sky with water and moon, and understood every detail. However, he did not say anything, just smiled and said: "Sister Dongzang,
Are you back from grocery shopping?”
"Um."
Dongzang smiled: "Where is the gatekeeper?"
"yes!"
Tang Guangjun grinned: "When you cook the food and deliver it to Su Shanjun later, can you leave a plate for me? It doesn't have to be too good, just a plate of fried vegetables."
"ah?"
Dong Zang pursed his red lips, with a look of embarrassment on his face, and said: "Young master only said that I could give Su Shanjun more food, but he didn't mention you. This... I'm sorry, it's hard to obey..."
"..."
Tang Guangjun picked his nostrils and waved his hands: "Let's go, let's go. If you are so good-looking, why can't you do things so well?"
Dongzang pursed his red lips, hesitated for a moment, and said, "In a moment, when I deliver food to Su Shanjun, can I bring you a plate of boiled peanuts?"
"ah?"
Tang Guangjun's eyes suddenly lit up: "Okay, okay, Sister Dongzang is indeed a very good person. She will definitely marry a good person like the mountain owner in the future!"
Dongzang's pretty face turned red, turned around and floated away.
Tang Guangjun narrowed his eyes and looked down the mountain.
Humph, no matter what the other person’s background is, but for the sake of this plate of boiled peanuts, I, Tang Guangjun, will take it down with my sword!
…
Night shrouded the snowy Tianchi, and the earth was pitch black.
At this time, an old man in green clothes holding a fortune-telling flag slowly walked up the mountain. As he walked slowly, he muttered something: "The secret fortune-telling recipe passed down from our ancestors can rejuvenate the country and bring peace to the country."
~”
When he walked to the Tiger Temple, he saw a handsome scholar in white sitting on a piece of blue rock with his legs crossed and looking at him with a meaningful smile.
Immediately, the fortune teller hurriedly quickened his pace, feeling confused for a moment. He had obviously used the formation talisman to suppress the Qi of the twelve realms, and even the aura of Jingmei had been completely suppressed. Why did the white-clothed tiger still seem to be able to do it?
It can be seen at a glance that he is a charming person. Is there any omission?
It shouldn't be. That tiger is just a waste in the fifth realm now. How can he find out about himself?
He trembled, frowned, and showed his leisurely expression again. He held up the fortune-telling flag and rang the bell and went up the mountain. But when he just reached the gate of the town, he saw a slovenly man carrying a long sword and holding both arms.
He stood in the middle of the mountain gate with his arms in his arms, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, looking at himself with a smile.
"Little brother..."
The fortune teller sneered and said: "Do you want a fortune teller? Fortune telling is passed down from our ancestors, and it is guaranteed to be accurate..."
"oh?"
Tang Guangjun grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, and said with a smile: "This fortune teller, let's talk?"
With that said, Tang Guangjun took a step forward and immediately took the fortune teller into a small world with strong sword intent. He raised his hand and drew out his sword and ascended to the sky. He stepped on the void, looking at the other person with a stern look.
He smiled and said, "How dare you, a spirit from the twelfth realm, dare to come to our snow-covered Tianchi to seek death?"
"ah!?"
The fortune teller was horrified. The green robe all over his body kept burning and turned into a fiery red robe. The fortune teller in his hand also turned into a whisk. His expression was awe-inspiring. According to legend, the one with the highest realm on the snowy Tianchi was the Eleventh Level Sword Immortal.
Zhi Zhi? When did a Twelve-level Sword Immortal appear? And the murderous aura of this Twelve-level swordsman is so strong!
However, if the twelve realms compete with the twelve realms, he may not lose.
"Hey!"
True Lord Beixuan raised the corner of his mouth, held up the fly whisk and said with a smile: "The hermit in the mountain calls himself True Lord Beixuan. I wonder where he offended this swordsman?"
"True Lord Beixuan?"
Tang Guangjun took out his ears and said with a smile: "I've never heard of it! I'm a twelve-level swordsman from the ancestral home of the military family. Tang Guangjun, I'm here to ask for your advice!"
Seeing that Zhenjun Beixuan could no longer be kind, the fierce light in his eyes grew stronger and stronger, and he sneered: "Of the four sages, ten philosophers and seventy-two generals of the Military Academy and Martial Arts Temple, none of them are famous in the world. Only your name, Tang Guangjun, is famous.
, I have never heard of it!”
"..."
Tang Guangjun's murderous aura increased tenfold in an instant, and he was furious. He grinned ferociously: "Then I will let you remember this name today! I will also let you, an old bastard, have a long memory. Don't target anyone."
People who go to our villa on the top of the mountain!"
But unexpectedly, Su Shanjun's voice pinching his nose came from his heart: "Since when did your special Tang Guangjun become a member of the Mountain Top Villa? How shameless is it to stick a green onion in a pig's nose and pretend to be an elephant?
"
Damn Su Shanjun...
Tang Guangjun was furious, and his murderous aura increased tenfold again. The bright sword ascended to the sky and fell from the sky. In an instant, a sword light struck at True Lord Beixuan. However, True Lord Beixuan didn't dare to lift it up. He waved his whisk and sacrificed.
The sky was full of flames to resist, and they kept colliding with Tang Guangjun's blazing sword energy in the air. At the same time, Tang Guangjun really had murderous intentions, and the two flying swords flew backwards out of the aperture, turning into two streams of light and constantly attacking.
Beixuan Zhenjun is like an ant on a hot pot. The ranking of the four northern tribes has always been the demon tribe, and the demon tribe is the strongest. Both tribes have great advantages. The demon tribe has strong personal combat power, the demon tribe has strong cavalry, and then the ghosts.
There are many kinds of ghost cultivators in the world, and there are many outstanding ones among them, but the Jingmei clan can only be ranked last. Why?
Because, when it comes to ordinary monks of the same realm competing against each other, the monster clan and demon clan crush the human clan, the ghost cultivators, coffin-carrying men, sword cultivators, etc. crush the human clan. The other clans are about the same, but the Jingmei clan, the Jingmei clan,
Mei absorbs the essence of heaven and earth to gain spirituality and cultivates into shape, but it is always dead wood and stubborn stone. It cannot be compared with the human race who are born with the spirit of all things. Therefore, the monks of the Jingmei clan are shorter than the human monks of the same realm.
Beixuan Zhenjun is in the twelfth realm. He may be able to compete with ordinary human monks, but he is basically out of luck against sword cultivators, and even more hopeless against military sword cultivators like Tang Guangjun.
Ten moves later, Beixuan Zhenjun's moves were completely suppressed, and the sword energy poured out from the sky, leaving fine scars on his body one after another. Fortunately, his true form is the flame maple, a human plant.
His vitality is tenacious, and his wounds continue to heal at an unimaginable speed, but every time he heals, his spiritual energy is consumed. As a result, Beixuan Zhenjun's spiritual energy becomes weaker and weaker, and death is only a matter of time.
Can't sit still and wait for death!
Beixuan Zhenjun gritted his teeth, crushed more than ten magic weapons in succession, and threw them towards the kendo prohibition behind him. There was a sudden burst of explosions, and a small gap was opened in Tang Guangjun's small world.
Turn around and leave!
"Still want to leave?!"
Tang Guangjun stepped into the sky with a touch of sword energy. He was so majestic that he was like a sword fairy in the sky. He raised his sword to the sky and cut it down. He smiled and said: "You are an old man who is not practicing. You are already thousands of years old, but you are still here."
How shameless are you thinking of finding a little girl to practice dual cultivation? Since you, Beixuan Zhenjun, are so dishonorable, I, Tang Guangjun, will help you show your dignity and cut your waist off!"
This extremely powerful sword had the potential to open up mountains. Beixuan Zhenjun could not avoid it. With a "puff" sound, Tang Guangjun's sword slashed him in the waist. He let out a miserable howl and turned around and flew away from the gap between the sky and the earth.
When he got out, he immediately turned into a flaming red maple leaf and seeped into the mountain forest, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
…
Tang Guangjun dispersed from the small world, raised his sword and chased to the mountainside, but could not catch up. The spirit charm was born between heaven and earth, closer to the mountains and forests than humans. Once entering the mountains and forests, it can hide in every plant and tree, and can even use the
The grass and trees move, and the whole mountain can go wherever it wants, and it will be there in a blink of an eye, even if it is a twelve-level sword immortal, it will not be easy to chase him down.
"Miscalculation?"
On the beam in front of the Shanjun Temple, Su Shanjun, elegantly dressed in white, held a folding fan in his hand and said with a smile: "Tang Guangjun, Tang Guangjun, you are just a little bit close to being able to claim credit from your junior brother! Look at you, no one has won,
There is no evidence, so even if you want to take credit, you can’t do it!”
"well!"
Tang Guangjun said helplessly: "Forget it, this old bastard is very cunning. It's because the sword restrictions I set are too thin. I'll strengthen him a little next time. But anyway, at least I cut off his waist and let this old bastard
From now on, I will give up the idea of looking for a dual cultivation furnace, and Sister Dongzang will no longer be a threat."
"You!"
Su Shanjun sat up, pointed at Tang Guangjun's nose, and said sadly: "Is it useful to cut off the waist?"
"ah?"
Tang Guangjun was surprised: "It's useless?"
"It's useless!"
Su Shanjun patted both sides of his waist: "You just cut off one of his waists, but you forgot that the essence formed through cultivation has two waists just like human beings!"
"ah!!!"
Tang Guangjun stamped his feet and beat his chest, feeling very annoyed, and pointed at Su Shanjun: "You, you, Su Shanjun, why didn't you tell me earlier? You really missed my big event. I was just a little bit short of it. I am the number one general under the command of my junior brother, Master Shanzhu."
!”
Su Shanjun looked like he hated iron and said: "You blame me for being stupid? Besides, why did you talk to me? Did you forget that the head of your family is my brother?"
"oops……"
Tang Guangjun hurriedly put away his angry face, put on a flattering smile, and smiled at Su Shanjun with the salute of a scholar: "A gentleman is cautious in independence, restrains himself and returns to etiquette. Tang Guangjun knows that mistakes can be corrected, and there is no great virtue."
Su Shanjun rolled his eyes. You, Tang Guangjun, are the only one who has restrained himself and restored etiquette, and still wants to touch the Confucian knowledge of porcelain people. You are really shameless!
…
At this moment, an apricot-yellow figure came down the mountain carrying a bamboo basket. Suddenly Su Shanjun and Tang Guangjun turned around and looked at each other, showing happy smiles.
