The lotus seeds were embedded in the blade, as if they were stuck to the knife, so there was no need for a jade box... Xu Qian said, I am such a clever little trick.
Time passed by minute by minute, and Xu Qi'an sat at the table, staring at him with his eyes.Prevent lotus seeds from falling on the table. If the table is illuminated, then the joke will be huge.
In the future, the little mare doesn’t have to ride, sit on the table and travel, and four tables flexibly cross mountains and rivers?
He supported the table with his elbows and held his cheeks, staring blankly. Inspired by the effects of lotus seeds, he couldn't help but think divergently and thought of some interesting jokes.
If you use lotus seeds to enlighten your right hand, your right hand will say: You have to rely on me to show off.The underwear said: Where did you put me?
Cigarette said: You both shut up and hold me in.
The scabbard said: How about you fuck me and try it?
Thinking of this, Xu Qi'an laughed loudly.
well!Only entertain yourself, not share...
He slowly restrained his smile, held his cheek with one hand, and knocked on the table with his fingers boredly, feeling that he had the atmosphere of not being able to come for the middle of the night and knocking on chess pieces and falling on the lanterns.
The full moon hangs high, the cold moonlight is blocked outside the house by the screen window, and the sharp insects are chirping one after another, demonstrating the tranquility of the night.
On the wooden stand by the window is a beast-headed incense burning the spices for mosquito repellent.There are many mosquitoes in the mountains, and if you don’t burn mosquito repellent at night, you can’t sleep at all.
Of course, warriors above the sixth grade do not need to pay attention to the bites of mosquitoes.
Before I knew it, three hours passed, the moonlight disappeared, and the sky outside the window was blue.
During this process, Xu Qi'an watched the lotus seed withering little by little, and watched the black gold sword slowly transform. It did not become sharp, but it gave people the feeling that it was no longer a dead thing, it seemed to be alive.
The white lotus seeds completely shrank and fell to the ground.
Buzz!
The black and gold sword trembled, flew up on its own, and flew around Xu Qi'an.
It seems to be very close to Xu Qi'an, just like a cub is close to his parents.
What a wonderful feeling. Although it is still a knife, it gives me the feeling of being alive, like a child or a pet... Xu Qi'an's mouth unconsciously raised.
Seeing the black gold sword flying in the room, Xu Qi'an couldn't help but think of the slut he raised in his previous life. He was also so free. When he was happy, he would keep pushing himself with the dog's head.
As soon as this thought came out, he saw a beautiful and elegant black gold sword. The tip of the knife pointed at him and shot him.
No, no, I'm going to die... Xu Qi'an's face changed drastically.
bite!
Without time to dodge, I could only activate the Vajra magic skill. The chest was tingled, as if I was stabbed hard by a needle, and it was extremely painful.
The power of the black gold sword increased sharply. I had tried to cut myself before, but it didn't hurt at all... Xu Qi'an turned around and silently endured the love of the sword.
bite!bite!bite!
The black gold sword is like a roaring slaughter, constantly hitting Xu Qi'an's back with his head to show his intimacy.
If I fail to practice the Vajra magical art, I may become the first master to be loved by my own sword. Fortunately, I have this magical art of protecting my body, well, this is also part of my luck.
After a long time, the black gold sword was intimate enough and gently landed on the table.
Xu Qi'an grabbed the handle of the knife, stood in front of him, stared at the blade, and whispered: Next is to give you a name.
According to Zhong Li, giving a name is a very important part of recognizing the Lord. It is a spiritual peerless magic weapon. Once you have a name, it will not be changed.
Whoever gives it a name is its owner.
The name of Zhenguojian is Zhenguo, which is given by the founding emperor.
Therefore, the meaning of the existence of the National Sword is to suppress the national destiny.Therefore, Xu Qi'an can use it.
Naming a name has an imaginative meaning for the peerless magic weapon, which is equivalent to defining its existence.
For the master, this is also a heart-to-heart question and a great wish.
What name should I choose... Xu Qi'an pondered for a long time, but he didn't know what was going on. He suddenly felt a passionate feeling, as if he was sympathetic to heaven and earth in the dark.
He had a premonition that the crucial decisions in life were waiting for him.
He inexplicably felt that the room was too small and the roof was too low to hold his energy.
Bang!
He pushed open the door, left the yard, and walked all the way out to the top of a cliff.
At this time, the sky was blue and the mountain wind was howling, blowing his long hair and the corners of his clothes, and his whole body seemed to float up and move away at any time.
I am a tourist from another world. In this world, I do not respect God, worship Buddha, nor worship kings and heaven and earth. I only have one long-cherished wish, that is, there are fewer injustice in the world, and the people can live more like humans, rather than animals, and I do not want the Chuzhou City Massacre case to happen again...
Just call you "Peace". Follow me, kill all the unfair things and create peace for the people!Bring peace for all ages!
He held up the long sword, feeling his heart was like glass and his thoughts were clear.
Click!
The jade pendant sent by the supervisor to shield the luck of the wise mansion had cracks.
At this moment, Taiping Dao felt a sense of the sword, burst into the sky, and broke through the clouds on the top of Quanrong Mountain.
At this moment, the strange phenomenon of Quanrong Mountain emerged, and the strong wind blew away the clouds that never dissipated all year round, and countless dead branches and green leaves. The forest swayed. From a distance, it seemed as if the entire mountain was shaking.
Such movement alarmed a number of experts at the headquarters of the Quanrong Mountain Wulin League, including Yang Cuixue and Xiao Yuenu who were resting on the mountain.
what happened?
The enemy attacks, is there an enemy attack? Wake everyone up.
Such a terrible vision, where is the sacred place? Could it be the third grade?
Could it be the revenge of the Daozhu of the Earth Sect!
One expert rushed out of the room, and there was no time to light a candle.
when!when!when!
The melodious and dense bells echo between the world, echoing in every corner of Quanrong Mountain.
This is the highest warning bell, telling the tribes in the mountains to beware of enemy attacks.
The masters of the Wulin League rushed out of the room and came to the open space. They saw a terrible vision with their own eyes. It seemed that there was only a strong wind in the world, and a stream of air rolled upwards, rolling up gravel, green leaves, dead branches, etc.
Such a terrifying strange phenomenon in heaven and earth has long exceeded the limit of mortals.
Xiao Yuenu wore a pink robe covering her delicate and convex figure. She was wearing a white underwear inside. The incident happened suddenly and she had no time to wear a complicated silk skirt.
Jewelry was also excluded, with only a goose yellow ribbon tied up with a black hair.
She jumped up to the roof, looked around and saw Yang Cuixue and several acquaintances.
What's going on?Xiao Yuenu's voice was cold and he clenched the silver fracture fan in his hand.
Either the ancestors broke through the barrier or the enemy attacked them.Fu Jingmen said in a deep voice: I just came out too.
The gang leader looked serious and was ready.
Is it the leader of the Earth Sect?Xiao Yuenu raised her eyebrows and made a judgment.
She subconsciously clasped the fan.
Fu Jingmen and others' faces sank at the same time. If the Di Sect attacked, it must be for Yuezhi Villa, but they immediately found that the people in Yuezhi Villa were empty. They were angry and came to take revenge on the Wulin Alliance.
Although the Wulin Alliance is a huge figure in the world, it is still very different compared to the three Taoist sects, unless the ancestors take action personally.
Even so, the battle between the peak powerful men is still a major disaster for Quanrongshan.
At this time, Yang Cuixue said: Leader!
Following his gaze, Cao Qingyang, dressed in purple, jumped out of the main courtyard, rose and fell several times on the roof, and stopped in front of everyone.
Is it the old leader who broke the barrier?
Is it the enemy attacking, leader of the Cao Alliance?
The sect leader and gang leader came forward to ask.
Cao Qingyang's face was solemn and said in a deep voice: It's not my ancestor...
Everyone looked at each other and never took any luck again.
Cao Qingyang didn't say anything anymore, and soon locked in the source of the storm and took the lead in defending the wind.
Yang Cuixue and others followed.
Soon, they left the complex and walked around to the left of the main peak, where there was a cliff.
Above the cliff, a tall young man stood proudly, holding a long sword in his hand, and the sword energy penetrated through the sky, as brilliant as the might of the sky, and a stream of air swayed around the sword energy.
Xu Yinluo?!
The sound of astonishment sounded, and the people from the Wulin League looked at the scene with some confusion and shock.
Is such a big disturbance actually caused by Xu Yinluo?
He, the knife in his hand... Cao Qingyang's eyes fell directly on the dark golden sword.
Guru...
Someone swallowed, looked at Changdao with a mouthful look on his face, his eyes flashing with envy.
Anyone can see that this is a peerless magic weapon, and people in the world have the least resistance to magic weapons.
More and more people gathered, witnessing the scene of the young man standing proudly at the top and rushing through the sky.
Not an enemy attack?
Xu, what is Xu Yinluo doing...
There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, but no one could give them the answer.
But from today on, there will be another rumor in the world: In the midsummer of Yuan Jing's 37th year, Xu Qi'an suddenly realized in Quanrong Mountain and was born with a strange phenomenon.
After a long time, the sword energy was restrained and the strong wind calmed down. At this moment, the first ray of morning light in the east shone on Xu Qi'an, illuminating his handsome side face.
On the spot, I don’t know how many women were heartbroken.
Xu Qi'an took back the knife and inserted it into the scabbard. He breathed silently, and suddenly realized his mission and felt comfortable all over.
He swept through Cao Qingyang, Yang Cuixue, and the martial arts league members who were watching from afar, and said loudly: I have realized something, I am disturbing everyone, and I am still...
As soon as he finished speaking, a slightly urgent call came from the back mountain: Come on, come on...
Xu Qi'an and Cao Qingyang looked at each other and knew that it was the voice of the old leader of the Wulin League.
The rest also heard it.
What sound, who is it?Fu Jing's door knocker looked around and shouted.
Master Fu, don’t be rude.Cao Qingyang scolded: That's the ancestor.
Upon hearing this, the troops of the Wulin League were in an uproar and started to talk excitedly.
Is the ancestor the voice of the ancestor?
Since I was a child, my father said that my ancestors lived in the back mountain, but since I was born, I have never heard of my ancestors' voices.
The ancestors have been protecting the Wulin League for generations.
The Wulin League has always claimed that the founding ancestor is still alive, but the people in the martial arts world have never seen that person of the same age as the country, including the tribes of the Wulin League. Since childhood, elders have said that the back mountain is a forbidden place and a place where the ancestors secretly practice.
It has been passed down from generation to generation, but no one has ever met, and he hasn't even heard the sound.
The ancestor is calling out to the leader of the Cao, the leader of the Cao, come over quickly, don’t let the ancestor wait for a long time.
When everyone saw Cao Qingyang standing there, they anxiously urged:
Leader Cao?My ancestors call you.
Alliance Leader Cao, go to Ah quickly.
Those two sounds are coming, don't think about it, they must be calling on the leader of Alliance Cao.In the Wulin League, on Quanrong Mountain, only Cao Qingyang is qualified to meet his ancestors.
Because he is the leader of the alliance and the person in this generation.
Cao Qingyang still didn't move and nodded to Xu Qi'an.
Xu Qi'an immediately walked towards the back mountain. Compared to before, he suddenly no longer feared that the secret of luck would be exposed, so he was so free and open that he could be.
One by one, he looked at Xu Qi'an's back with a slight dazed look.
Didn’t the ancestors call for Alliance Leader Cao?
The ancestors were silent for hundreds of years. For the first time, they spoke in front of everyone. It turned out to be Xu Yinluo?
……
In front of the stone gate, Xu Qi'an held his sword and said respectfully: Senior, what's the matter with me?
Who are you?Why do you have luck?
The old voice asked, straight to the point, without any delay, and a strong martial arts style.
Just as he communicated with Xu Qi'an last night, the secrets of luck and the past of history were frank and never kept inseparable.
I still like to play with the martial artist. I am very dirty and embarrassed to be with them... Xu Qi'an sighed in his heart and said:
I am just a commoner, but I do have luck in it, to be precise, the country's fate.
There was no reply in the stone gate, as if waiting for him to continue talking.
Twenty years ago, a mysterious sorcerer and the leader of the Tiangu tribe of the Gu clan stole half of Dafeng's national destiny.That national fortune finally fell on me.
But I don't know why I was selected...
Xu Qi'an briefly talked about luck and his own experience.
It was strange that when he faced Wei Yuan and Jinlian, he never mentioned his luck, even if Taoist Jinlian knew something.
But he had no idea of hiding this old man.
There are probably two reasons: First, the other party is a straight-hearted martial artist who says something straight, unlike Jinlian Wei Yuan, who is too stubborn and has too much thoughts when they get along with them.
2. The martial artist inside is the same age as the country and has a lot of knowledge. The scene just now can't be hidden from others. He must have seen something when he summoned so anxiously.
So Xu Qi'an might as well be more generous and tell the secret.
No wonder the country's strength in the past twenty years has weakened so quickly, which is due to the emperor's practice of Taoism and the reason for his luck to be stolen.The old man suddenly said:
What happened to you just now?
Xu Qi'an then told the old man about the lotus seeds enchanting the sword and helping it to be promoted to a peerless magic weapon.
What about the name of the knife?
Peace means peace in the world.
The old man smiled, his voice clearly revealed: The third grade of Confucianism is called establishing one's destiny. When he was promoted, he was born with strange phenomena.That is because the great Confucian Confucians are responsible for the human race’s fortune.
Although you are not a Confucian system, your essence is the same.Therefore, the strange phenomenon just now will be caused.Here is a piece of advice to keep in mind today's thoughts. If you fall into the devil's path in the future, you will die from the backlash of luck.
I see.Xu Qi'an nodded and asked:
Senior, what do you think about my situation?
view?Well, you don’t want to join the Wulin League anymore, I don’t want you anymore.The old man said.
Bah, the vulgar martial artist... Xu Qi'an spat in his heart, thinking that he turned against him too quickly. Knowing that I was the chess piece of the supervisor and the mysterious sorcerer, you immediately became timid.
Of course, if I can be promoted to the second grade, the Wulin League can protect you.Haha, a second-grade martial artist, even if he can't beat the first-grade in other systems, he is not afraid.
The old man in the stone gate smiled and said: You don’t have to be wary of me. If I have the ambition to reach the top of martial arts, I will never encounter luck.Otherwise, I would never stop with you, Gaozu, who was in Dafeng, five hundred years ago.As for now, I don’t rebel, so it’s useless to have luck.
But if you have great luck, maybe the seniors can come to great success and be promoted to the second grade?Xu Qi'an tentatively said.
The old man was silent.
Just when Xu Qi'an secretly scolded himself for being stupid and opened up a topic that was extremely unfavorable to him, the old man said quietly:
What gives you the illusion that a martial artist can fiddle with luck?
...Xu Qi'an bowed and said, "It's my junior who hastily."
Yes, even if this ancestor is greedy for his luck, how could a vulgar martial artist know how to absorb luck?
In the end, it was not a virgin who saw Picasso and stared at him and was anxious.
After a while of silence, Xu Qian was unwilling to give up and said: What advice do you have, senior?
Time passed by minute by minute, and Xu Qi'an sat at the table, staring at him with his eyes.Prevent lotus seeds from falling on the table. If the table is illuminated, then the joke will be huge.
In the future, the little mare doesn’t have to ride, sit on the table and travel, and four tables flexibly cross mountains and rivers?
He supported the table with his elbows and held his cheeks, staring blankly. Inspired by the effects of lotus seeds, he couldn't help but think divergently and thought of some interesting jokes.
If you use lotus seeds to enlighten your right hand, your right hand will say: You have to rely on me to show off.The underwear said: Where did you put me?
Cigarette said: You both shut up and hold me in.
The scabbard said: How about you fuck me and try it?
Thinking of this, Xu Qi'an laughed loudly.
well!Only entertain yourself, not share...
He slowly restrained his smile, held his cheek with one hand, and knocked on the table with his fingers boredly, feeling that he had the atmosphere of not being able to come for the middle of the night and knocking on chess pieces and falling on the lanterns.
The full moon hangs high, the cold moonlight is blocked outside the house by the screen window, and the sharp insects are chirping one after another, demonstrating the tranquility of the night.
On the wooden stand by the window is a beast-headed incense burning the spices for mosquito repellent.There are many mosquitoes in the mountains, and if you don’t burn mosquito repellent at night, you can’t sleep at all.
Of course, warriors above the sixth grade do not need to pay attention to the bites of mosquitoes.
Before I knew it, three hours passed, the moonlight disappeared, and the sky outside the window was blue.
During this process, Xu Qi'an watched the lotus seed withering little by little, and watched the black gold sword slowly transform. It did not become sharp, but it gave people the feeling that it was no longer a dead thing, it seemed to be alive.
The white lotus seeds completely shrank and fell to the ground.
Buzz!
The black and gold sword trembled, flew up on its own, and flew around Xu Qi'an.
It seems to be very close to Xu Qi'an, just like a cub is close to his parents.
What a wonderful feeling. Although it is still a knife, it gives me the feeling of being alive, like a child or a pet... Xu Qi'an's mouth unconsciously raised.
Seeing the black gold sword flying in the room, Xu Qi'an couldn't help but think of the slut he raised in his previous life. He was also so free. When he was happy, he would keep pushing himself with the dog's head.
As soon as this thought came out, he saw a beautiful and elegant black gold sword. The tip of the knife pointed at him and shot him.
No, no, I'm going to die... Xu Qi'an's face changed drastically.
bite!
Without time to dodge, I could only activate the Vajra magic skill. The chest was tingled, as if I was stabbed hard by a needle, and it was extremely painful.
The power of the black gold sword increased sharply. I had tried to cut myself before, but it didn't hurt at all... Xu Qi'an turned around and silently endured the love of the sword.
bite!bite!bite!
The black gold sword is like a roaring slaughter, constantly hitting Xu Qi'an's back with his head to show his intimacy.
If I fail to practice the Vajra magical art, I may become the first master to be loved by my own sword. Fortunately, I have this magical art of protecting my body, well, this is also part of my luck.
After a long time, the black gold sword was intimate enough and gently landed on the table.
Xu Qi'an grabbed the handle of the knife, stood in front of him, stared at the blade, and whispered: Next is to give you a name.
According to Zhong Li, giving a name is a very important part of recognizing the Lord. It is a spiritual peerless magic weapon. Once you have a name, it will not be changed.
Whoever gives it a name is its owner.
The name of Zhenguojian is Zhenguo, which is given by the founding emperor.
Therefore, the meaning of the existence of the National Sword is to suppress the national destiny.Therefore, Xu Qi'an can use it.
Naming a name has an imaginative meaning for the peerless magic weapon, which is equivalent to defining its existence.
For the master, this is also a heart-to-heart question and a great wish.
What name should I choose... Xu Qi'an pondered for a long time, but he didn't know what was going on. He suddenly felt a passionate feeling, as if he was sympathetic to heaven and earth in the dark.
He had a premonition that the crucial decisions in life were waiting for him.
He inexplicably felt that the room was too small and the roof was too low to hold his energy.
Bang!
He pushed open the door, left the yard, and walked all the way out to the top of a cliff.
At this time, the sky was blue and the mountain wind was howling, blowing his long hair and the corners of his clothes, and his whole body seemed to float up and move away at any time.
I am a tourist from another world. In this world, I do not respect God, worship Buddha, nor worship kings and heaven and earth. I only have one long-cherished wish, that is, there are fewer injustice in the world, and the people can live more like humans, rather than animals, and I do not want the Chuzhou City Massacre case to happen again...
Just call you "Peace". Follow me, kill all the unfair things and create peace for the people!Bring peace for all ages!
He held up the long sword, feeling his heart was like glass and his thoughts were clear.
Click!
The jade pendant sent by the supervisor to shield the luck of the wise mansion had cracks.
At this moment, Taiping Dao felt a sense of the sword, burst into the sky, and broke through the clouds on the top of Quanrong Mountain.
At this moment, the strange phenomenon of Quanrong Mountain emerged, and the strong wind blew away the clouds that never dissipated all year round, and countless dead branches and green leaves. The forest swayed. From a distance, it seemed as if the entire mountain was shaking.
Such movement alarmed a number of experts at the headquarters of the Quanrong Mountain Wulin League, including Yang Cuixue and Xiao Yuenu who were resting on the mountain.
what happened?
The enemy attacks, is there an enemy attack? Wake everyone up.
Such a terrible vision, where is the sacred place? Could it be the third grade?
Could it be the revenge of the Daozhu of the Earth Sect!
One expert rushed out of the room, and there was no time to light a candle.
when!when!when!
The melodious and dense bells echo between the world, echoing in every corner of Quanrong Mountain.
This is the highest warning bell, telling the tribes in the mountains to beware of enemy attacks.
The masters of the Wulin League rushed out of the room and came to the open space. They saw a terrible vision with their own eyes. It seemed that there was only a strong wind in the world, and a stream of air rolled upwards, rolling up gravel, green leaves, dead branches, etc.
Such a terrifying strange phenomenon in heaven and earth has long exceeded the limit of mortals.
Xiao Yuenu wore a pink robe covering her delicate and convex figure. She was wearing a white underwear inside. The incident happened suddenly and she had no time to wear a complicated silk skirt.
Jewelry was also excluded, with only a goose yellow ribbon tied up with a black hair.
She jumped up to the roof, looked around and saw Yang Cuixue and several acquaintances.
What's going on?Xiao Yuenu's voice was cold and he clenched the silver fracture fan in his hand.
Either the ancestors broke through the barrier or the enemy attacked them.Fu Jingmen said in a deep voice: I just came out too.
The gang leader looked serious and was ready.
Is it the leader of the Earth Sect?Xiao Yuenu raised her eyebrows and made a judgment.
She subconsciously clasped the fan.
Fu Jingmen and others' faces sank at the same time. If the Di Sect attacked, it must be for Yuezhi Villa, but they immediately found that the people in Yuezhi Villa were empty. They were angry and came to take revenge on the Wulin Alliance.
Although the Wulin Alliance is a huge figure in the world, it is still very different compared to the three Taoist sects, unless the ancestors take action personally.
Even so, the battle between the peak powerful men is still a major disaster for Quanrongshan.
At this time, Yang Cuixue said: Leader!
Following his gaze, Cao Qingyang, dressed in purple, jumped out of the main courtyard, rose and fell several times on the roof, and stopped in front of everyone.
Is it the old leader who broke the barrier?
Is it the enemy attacking, leader of the Cao Alliance?
The sect leader and gang leader came forward to ask.
Cao Qingyang's face was solemn and said in a deep voice: It's not my ancestor...
Everyone looked at each other and never took any luck again.
Cao Qingyang didn't say anything anymore, and soon locked in the source of the storm and took the lead in defending the wind.
Yang Cuixue and others followed.
Soon, they left the complex and walked around to the left of the main peak, where there was a cliff.
Above the cliff, a tall young man stood proudly, holding a long sword in his hand, and the sword energy penetrated through the sky, as brilliant as the might of the sky, and a stream of air swayed around the sword energy.
Xu Yinluo?!
The sound of astonishment sounded, and the people from the Wulin League looked at the scene with some confusion and shock.
Is such a big disturbance actually caused by Xu Yinluo?
He, the knife in his hand... Cao Qingyang's eyes fell directly on the dark golden sword.
Guru...
Someone swallowed, looked at Changdao with a mouthful look on his face, his eyes flashing with envy.
Anyone can see that this is a peerless magic weapon, and people in the world have the least resistance to magic weapons.
More and more people gathered, witnessing the scene of the young man standing proudly at the top and rushing through the sky.
Not an enemy attack?
Xu, what is Xu Yinluo doing...
There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, but no one could give them the answer.
But from today on, there will be another rumor in the world: In the midsummer of Yuan Jing's 37th year, Xu Qi'an suddenly realized in Quanrong Mountain and was born with a strange phenomenon.
After a long time, the sword energy was restrained and the strong wind calmed down. At this moment, the first ray of morning light in the east shone on Xu Qi'an, illuminating his handsome side face.
On the spot, I don’t know how many women were heartbroken.
Xu Qi'an took back the knife and inserted it into the scabbard. He breathed silently, and suddenly realized his mission and felt comfortable all over.
He swept through Cao Qingyang, Yang Cuixue, and the martial arts league members who were watching from afar, and said loudly: I have realized something, I am disturbing everyone, and I am still...
As soon as he finished speaking, a slightly urgent call came from the back mountain: Come on, come on...
Xu Qi'an and Cao Qingyang looked at each other and knew that it was the voice of the old leader of the Wulin League.
The rest also heard it.
What sound, who is it?Fu Jing's door knocker looked around and shouted.
Master Fu, don’t be rude.Cao Qingyang scolded: That's the ancestor.
Upon hearing this, the troops of the Wulin League were in an uproar and started to talk excitedly.
Is the ancestor the voice of the ancestor?
Since I was a child, my father said that my ancestors lived in the back mountain, but since I was born, I have never heard of my ancestors' voices.
The ancestors have been protecting the Wulin League for generations.
The Wulin League has always claimed that the founding ancestor is still alive, but the people in the martial arts world have never seen that person of the same age as the country, including the tribes of the Wulin League. Since childhood, elders have said that the back mountain is a forbidden place and a place where the ancestors secretly practice.
It has been passed down from generation to generation, but no one has ever met, and he hasn't even heard the sound.
The ancestor is calling out to the leader of the Cao, the leader of the Cao, come over quickly, don’t let the ancestor wait for a long time.
When everyone saw Cao Qingyang standing there, they anxiously urged:
Leader Cao?My ancestors call you.
Alliance Leader Cao, go to Ah quickly.
Those two sounds are coming, don't think about it, they must be calling on the leader of Alliance Cao.In the Wulin League, on Quanrong Mountain, only Cao Qingyang is qualified to meet his ancestors.
Because he is the leader of the alliance and the person in this generation.
Cao Qingyang still didn't move and nodded to Xu Qi'an.
Xu Qi'an immediately walked towards the back mountain. Compared to before, he suddenly no longer feared that the secret of luck would be exposed, so he was so free and open that he could be.
One by one, he looked at Xu Qi'an's back with a slight dazed look.
Didn’t the ancestors call for Alliance Leader Cao?
The ancestors were silent for hundreds of years. For the first time, they spoke in front of everyone. It turned out to be Xu Yinluo?
……
In front of the stone gate, Xu Qi'an held his sword and said respectfully: Senior, what's the matter with me?
Who are you?Why do you have luck?
The old voice asked, straight to the point, without any delay, and a strong martial arts style.
Just as he communicated with Xu Qi'an last night, the secrets of luck and the past of history were frank and never kept inseparable.
I still like to play with the martial artist. I am very dirty and embarrassed to be with them... Xu Qi'an sighed in his heart and said:
I am just a commoner, but I do have luck in it, to be precise, the country's fate.
There was no reply in the stone gate, as if waiting for him to continue talking.
Twenty years ago, a mysterious sorcerer and the leader of the Tiangu tribe of the Gu clan stole half of Dafeng's national destiny.That national fortune finally fell on me.
But I don't know why I was selected...
Xu Qi'an briefly talked about luck and his own experience.
It was strange that when he faced Wei Yuan and Jinlian, he never mentioned his luck, even if Taoist Jinlian knew something.
But he had no idea of hiding this old man.
There are probably two reasons: First, the other party is a straight-hearted martial artist who says something straight, unlike Jinlian Wei Yuan, who is too stubborn and has too much thoughts when they get along with them.
2. The martial artist inside is the same age as the country and has a lot of knowledge. The scene just now can't be hidden from others. He must have seen something when he summoned so anxiously.
So Xu Qi'an might as well be more generous and tell the secret.
No wonder the country's strength in the past twenty years has weakened so quickly, which is due to the emperor's practice of Taoism and the reason for his luck to be stolen.The old man suddenly said:
What happened to you just now?
Xu Qi'an then told the old man about the lotus seeds enchanting the sword and helping it to be promoted to a peerless magic weapon.
What about the name of the knife?
Peace means peace in the world.
The old man smiled, his voice clearly revealed: The third grade of Confucianism is called establishing one's destiny. When he was promoted, he was born with strange phenomena.That is because the great Confucian Confucians are responsible for the human race’s fortune.
Although you are not a Confucian system, your essence is the same.Therefore, the strange phenomenon just now will be caused.Here is a piece of advice to keep in mind today's thoughts. If you fall into the devil's path in the future, you will die from the backlash of luck.
I see.Xu Qi'an nodded and asked:
Senior, what do you think about my situation?
view?Well, you don’t want to join the Wulin League anymore, I don’t want you anymore.The old man said.
Bah, the vulgar martial artist... Xu Qi'an spat in his heart, thinking that he turned against him too quickly. Knowing that I was the chess piece of the supervisor and the mysterious sorcerer, you immediately became timid.
Of course, if I can be promoted to the second grade, the Wulin League can protect you.Haha, a second-grade martial artist, even if he can't beat the first-grade in other systems, he is not afraid.
The old man in the stone gate smiled and said: You don’t have to be wary of me. If I have the ambition to reach the top of martial arts, I will never encounter luck.Otherwise, I would never stop with you, Gaozu, who was in Dafeng, five hundred years ago.As for now, I don’t rebel, so it’s useless to have luck.
But if you have great luck, maybe the seniors can come to great success and be promoted to the second grade?Xu Qi'an tentatively said.
The old man was silent.
Just when Xu Qi'an secretly scolded himself for being stupid and opened up a topic that was extremely unfavorable to him, the old man said quietly:
What gives you the illusion that a martial artist can fiddle with luck?
...Xu Qi'an bowed and said, "It's my junior who hastily."
Yes, even if this ancestor is greedy for his luck, how could a vulgar martial artist know how to absorb luck?
In the end, it was not a virgin who saw Picasso and stared at him and was anxious.
After a while of silence, Xu Qian was unwilling to give up and said: What advice do you have, senior?
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