Legend of the Great Saint

Looking down from here, Gufeng Mountain City is like a staircase, a scaly house building, built on these staircases, all of which are coated with red light.

In the staggered alley street, there are many crowds, cargo grooms, early sellers, grocery shoppers, and early waking road shoppers, a scene of red dust and noise.

Looking down from here, the horizons are wide open and the hearts and minds are enlarged.

“The view here, is so good?” Li Qingshan sighed slightly, took a deep breath, punched, and moved his hands and feet.

Sensing the flow of real qi in his body, he took nine condensing pills last night and grew a few more points. His refining of the second layer of Qi is gradually stabilizing.

He was not in a hurry to cultivate the demonic body of the demon Dan and swallowed a large number of air pills at once.

Because the hunch is going to be here for a while, and the next condensation pill is going to be taken from Jiaping City. If you take a lot of Dan medicine, which leads to blue and yellow disconnection, instead, you might as well take part of the medicine naturally.

From the room, he found the old clothes of the original owner, changed his black wolf suit, then opened the door, walked to the next level, in a shop hung with the word "tea”, and ate a special snack.

Feeling that he had a great dream of eating all over the world, he realized a little bit more, then continued to walk with satisfaction, he deliberately walked slowly and admired the view along the street.

I don't know how long he hasn't been so quiet to do something like this. Since the beginning of the practice, the whole day has been urgently forced, even if returned to the ancient city of Jiaping, to cope with the constant changes.

To punish and eradicate evil, to assassinate powerful enemies, to prepare them, even if they get some leisure time, they must hurry to practice, and they dare not be half lax.

Almost forgot the taste of leisure, remembering the years when cattle were laid on the cow posts, looking at the mountains, blowing a horizontal flute, avoiding the oppression of the sister-in-law, it was just an afternoon.

It's like two completely opposite lives, each with a certain meaning. But he still prefers to live his life now, not moaning about old things without sickness.

Nowadays, looking at the noisy crowd in the street, there is already a gap. While still the weakest and most refinery-level practitioner, irreversible differences arose with mortals.

Mortals are like walking on the ground, married and having children, salt and vinegar, from life to death. Instead, practitioners climb a climb, never reaching the peak. Every time you move forward, you can see a new landscape, extend it once, and not be stuck in life or death.

Before the county, a notice had been posted, and a literate clerk had been dispatched to read it aloud, informing the Qian family of all the estates in the field, and the auction would begin in seven days.

Hundreds of people will not be able to leak the water blockaded in front of the county, pointing the finger and talking about it.

Li Qingshan stood in the crowd and looked up for a while. This knew that the county was reacting fairly quickly.

Then he went out of the crowd, folded into a small bookstore, spent two taels of silver, bought a dozen idle books, poetry, history, chatter, everything. Then I found an instrument store, spent 35 taels of silver, bought back two scores, and a jade flute.

When he came home, he lay down on a vine chair under the grape rack, flipped open a book and read it carefully. The sun has risen on three poles, turning red and white, and through dense grape leaves, the fine sun falls on the yellow pages and on his face.

It was then that he became more like a teenager than a fearless practitioner, slaughtering the resolute Guardian of the Wolf. Like a stone engraved face, the corners above seem a little dull, and the sword's sharp eyes, also back into the sheath, become deep and lukewarm.

Spirit Turtle Demon Dan, in his body, slowly spinning, with a sharp movement never seen before, the water vapor naturally came and soaked his shirt.

His mind was in a great battle in the Book of History, unrecognized.

One mood, one practice.

When the bow is not in use, the string is lowered, he relaxes himself from the tight center, nourishes his body and mind, and shoots more powerful arrows for the future, perhaps not long after.

Not everyone has this kind of leisure, in a small town a few decades from the ancient wind city, the town is named after the official, because most people in the town are named after the official.

Although there are few family names, this is not a Wulin family, and the people are just the most common people.

There is a family in the town, but because of a daughter named Qian, from ordinary people, jumped to become the most prestigious house in Shangguan Town, Pink Wall Biwa, servants like clouds, daily singing, the whole town envied object.

From Ancient Wind City to Upper Official Town, a knight in black rode a white horse and slowly moved forward.

Qian Yongzheng looked far away at the Upper Official Town that appeared on the horizon, his heart as if it had stopped water, suddenly messed up. He couldn't help but grip the water-sprick between his waists, and the cold weapon brought her a little warmth.

The blazing sun burned her eyes, but with a glimmer of gloom, she mocked herself: "Qian Jung-chun, Qian Jung-chun, you really overestimate yourself. ”

She was taken from the house. After the practice was completed, she was allowed to visit her family by Qian Yannian. Later, she often went back. She was extremely gentle with everyone in the house. She wanted Qian Yannian to believe that she was in love with the old kindness. She also wanted to convince the Qian family that, with these people, she could control herself.

And now that she has broken free of the bondage, those illusions are meaningless, and her heart is getting colder, and it's time to break.

No one deserves happiness from her misfortune, no one!

Upper official residence, Zhu Hong's portal was open and blood flowed from behind the shadow wall.

Behind the shadow wall, Qian Zheng held a split puncture, frowned and pondered. He lay beside him with more than a dozen corpses, guards, a family member, a maiden, and a mother...

She could name every one of them, but now they're all dead.

She continued to walk towards the house and saw more and more bodies. She came to the inner courtyard and saw a noble woman die. The original villager, now lazy with expensive beads and wearing the precious corpse brought from the south by the Away, had been misshapen by blood.

She can hardly remember the name of this lady because she has been calling her "mother” for too long.

Instead, she realized that she had crossed over from the body after a deep glance.

And then more familiar people, brother and sister.

Even at noon, the temple was dark, and in the thick darkness, many cards were visited for the ancestral ancestors of the official family.

A grey-haired, blue-faced old man, holding a rich, middle-aged man in his arms, his eyes of cold hatred poured into the money Jong-hyung, drinking: “Superior officer Jong-hyung, I knew you would come back! ”

Qian Yongqi's expression was complicated: “Uncle San! ”

The old man, Qian Yannian's nephew, Xi Wu for many years, finally broke through the congenial realm, reached the double refining of gas, became one of Qian's masters. That night, he escaped from Qian's proper house, and Tao Fei did not choose to chase him before he escaped a life.

Qian Yongqian said: “Did you do all this?! ”

"'Exactly,' said Uncle Qian, 'you traitor, you dare to mention this word. You have killed everyone in the Qian family. You have ruined the Qian family and ruined everything I have. I will wear it with you and slaughter you all. ”

“Yong-ju, help me!” Rich middle-aged men tremble and tears streaming down their noses, not knowing if they are scared or sad.

That's a man named Father, Qian Yongqiang said angrily: “Father, I will definitely save you, Qian Hood, you let my father go! ”

Qian Hood said: "Do you know now that you're scared? You bitch! Drop your weapon! On your knees!” As soon as Qian Yongzheng hesitated, he crushed the shoulders of the wealthy man, and the man screamed, "Get down on your knees! ”

When he shouted, Qian Yongzheng left the splitting prick, kneeling down and walking forward on his knees. "Please let my father go! ”

Qian Haode smiled madly on his face. He was unwilling to kill her with a knife, not only to destroy her full of doors, but also to torture his closest family in front of her.

Qian Yongzheng knelt forward and grabbed his right hand backwards. He was really pissed off and spiked back into his hand. From the bottom up, he jumped up and stabbed Qian Haode with all his strength.

Qian Haode pulled the rich man in front of him as a flesh shield, blocked him from being harsh and honest, and grabbed the other side of the man's shoulder. He only waited for the money to be refunded and then tortured by his hands. He must tell this bitch to regret everything she did.

But all of a sudden, the chest felt cold. Qian Zheng had no intention of stopping. The water split deep into the meat shield, and the tip passed into Qian Haode's chest. Really vaporized into blue light, passing through.

“You...” Qian Haode and the rich man both looked at Qian Yunghuan with an incredible look, only to see the colour of the sorrow on her face, has disappeared without a trace, became cold and self-righteous.

Qian Yongqiao laughed: “I was going to kill you. It's still a bit difficult! ”

Qian Hood said: "Superior, you... you poisoned woman, you don't even let your family go! ”

Qian Yongzhi revised: “My name is not Guan Yongzhi, my name is Qian Yongzhi! My family is almost dead. You're all that's left. From now on, I have no family at all.” She suddenly pumped out the splinters.

Qian Haode and the wealthy man fell on the ground at the same time. Qian Yongzheng did not look at the wealthy man and took a hundred bags from Qian Haode, sweetly said: “Thank you Uncle San.” Just like that sweet girl.

Qian Haode raised his hand barely, gathered his true qi, and split the water stab without hesitation to pierce his head: “Don't be polite with Qian. ”

“Yong-yi, help me... help me!” Rich men stretched out their hands and grabbed the clothes of Qian Jung-chun.

“Who are you!” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)