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江满楼和山墨颜跟后面两人身后还有两位披甲老者默默由终没有说过一句话
王小二自幼拜入剑阁当然也是见多识广对两位老者身份有所猜测便口问道“这两件兵器出自你手？”
他没有称呼前辈而是直言‘兵器’二字
江满楼得意洋洋“可入得王师兄法眼？”
“什么境界？”
“灵窍境巅峰”
“马马虎虎”
“没办法当年秘法档案早已被先辈们焚烧殆尽我也是对着那九件兵器钻研许久才琢磨出这入门法”
王小二说道“所你打算此诱饵然后请君入瓮？”
江满楼笑道“那哪儿能？潜藏此天异族又不是傻区区天劫九者两件仿不足套他们不会来”
“所你打算？”
“当然是真正天劫九者”
王小二讶异且骇然“你把他们唤醒了？”
江满楼笑而不语一幅你猜你再猜模样实真相早就写了脸很是讨厌
王小二叹了生气“有时候挺想揍你不过也不得不承认你生俱来术字门道天赋已经不知不觉超越了江家历代先祖先是捣鼓出战场杀器铁浮屠如今又唤醒了沉睡千年当初连神引境圣人都要忌惮几分天劫九者真不知道接来还会发生什么”
Jiang Manlou is enjoying Wang Xiaoer’s praise, opening his arms and closing his eyes, feeling the fresh landscape. "Surprise? Is it a miracle? "
Wang Xiaoer’s reluctance to meditate on your breath is obviously also a recognition that Jiang Manlou’s "Please enter the urn" is the most effective means to catch all the hidden aliens at present.
"A year and a half later, Bing Shan hides Bing Gu"
……
There is a setting sun hanging in the west, and the earth and everything are golden, like blood and fire.
It’s vast, barren and desolate here.
There are many tombs, mounds, rocks and broken trees here.
Collapsed houses, broken castles, broken swords, broken knives, dense bones, a wisp of old cloth swaying in the wind, and magic weapons buried in yellow sand and scorched earth. All kinds of tokens are tombs of people before the tomb.
There is life here, too. The only life is not the tomb keeper who has lived here for a long time, nor the blood crow, vulture, centipede and mang clam. Life comes from the south sea. There are often songs in the sea, and the ebb and flow of the sea is often accompanied by the left and right. You can hear the sound of the sea all the time if you are in this cemetery where the sun never sets.
This is the end of the sea, and it was also the cemetery where the sun never sets when the ancient battlefield was robbed in troubled times ten thousand years ago.
There was a group of figures leading the way in the desolate and ancient broken battlefield. Naturally, it was at the beginning that we went to men, women and children by Kunpeng South, followed by Shi Zongliu, Chen Yanzhen, Yu Qingqi, Lian Cheng, and the priest Wang Ting, a small saint in Yun Jian City, hid the soul in the Jianghu. Xiao Bie loved the armor door, the sword was wrong, Liang Bingbei, the snow mountain villa, the autumn snow mountain villa, the broken home, and the mountain weight in Muyao Town and the demon family burned 14 people.
Fourteen people are, of course, the first time in ten thousand years and the first horse to leap into the sea and set foot in the cemetery where the sun never sets. What outsiders see and hear in front of them is very different from the fantasy picture of the sun never sets in their minds. Even the three former saints, Shi Zongliu, Yu Qingqi and Chen Yanzhen, who retain the memory of their past lives, are hard to turn up waves and shock when they are there. It seems that they have seen the world war in troubled times from broken walls ten thousand years later!
Mountains and seas change, and sparks are everywhere …
Pastoral Yun Jian City looked around at the Yuan God and explored the distance that the eyesight could not reach. "Is this our broken situation?"
A Yao touched his head. "But there is nothing here?"
Xiao Bielian said, "Don’t you want us to look at the ruins and enter meditation?"
Chen Yanzhen said, "The threshold of God’s guiding realm cannot be touched by meditation."
Indeed, among the fourteen people, there are Chen Yanzhen, Shi Zongliu, Yu Qingqi, three of whom have stepped into that threshold and seen the scenery of saints, and the remaining eleven have no direction at all.
Before leading the way, the young man named Qingping stopped and turned his eyes to sweep from fourteen people one by one. "Not far ahead is the cemetery where we all live. You will rest first and Wang Daren will meet you in two days."
Chapter 25 A hundred wine-fighting poems will never wake up in one thousand days
At an unknown seaside, someone waved a sword, and suddenly the waves flapped and smashed like jade beads and fell back to the water.
The seaside man is dressed in a black robe with silver hair. Who is it if it is not Luo Changfeng?
He hasn’t reached the peak yet. He has been worried for many days with this sword, but it is not less but never less. On the contrary, it makes people more and more manic. The depression in his heart is also a thousand twists and turns to guide Luo Changfeng along the way, which can be described as an absent-minded clue.
He doesn’t know what his wife and children’s monastery are like now, whether it will eventually go as expected, whether the alien totem army has arrived in the city, and whether the world is United
He didn’t know whether it was doomed or all happened by accident that his retrograde time river came to Wan Qian.
As far as he knows
Looking at the vast river, I sighed at the bottom of my heart, and the clouds swept across the river, and my figure was as small as mustard …
After crossing the sea, it was windy for three hundred miles. When Luo Changfeng saw a small and exquisite town in Yuntou, he restrained his posture and fell outside the city.
Cheng Ming ju ye cheng
Luo Changfeng is unheard of, but the day after tomorrow, there was an old Yecheng bordering on the west of Zhongzhou. He did know that the mountains and seas changed after ten thousand years, and the white clouds and pale dogs did not know the appearance of the day before yesterday, so he could not judge whether the two cities were the same.
I didn’t think much of Luo Changfeng entering the city.
He went into the inn, went to the attic, chose the right central position, and asked the inn boy for a pot of wine and a plate of beef.
Ten thousand years ago, the land was sparsely populated, and the land population was less than ten thousand years later. Although the number of people was small, most of them had repairs. Even ordinary people’s homes could pull out two well-built practitioners to kill the enemy on the battlefield. This is why millions of troops could be formed on this day in troubled times thousands of years ago.
There are not many passengers in the inn, but it is also rare to be quiet.
Luo Changfeng took a sip of wine and was slightly surprised. "This wine?"
The bartender laughed. "This is where we are famous for being drunk by the sword fairy in Yecheng."
I heard that the bartender introduced Luo Changfeng and tasted it carefully. After about three or four breaths, I opened my eyes and realized that the gods were clear. I couldn’t help but say to myself, "I don’t know which predecessor brewed it. Compared with the snow and silver city, the sharp knife face has fallen into this."
At the next table, there is a young man with a high crown and a purple suit. His appearance is not much better than that of Junze Jade, and there is a free and easy arrogance in his brow, which reappears with the sharpness of his eyes.
The purple-clad Gao Guannan carries a sword with a folding fan at his hand. If there was a classification nickname for the sword fairy in the past ten thousand years, he claimed to be the second Confucian sword fairy, and people dared to call him the first.
However, he is not a Confucian sword fairy. There was no such title the day before yesterday. His name is Li Qinglian Juye City. People like to drink alcohol and are good at writing poems and dancing swords.
Li Qinglian listened attentively to Luo Changfeng’s soliloquy and walked towards Luo Changfeng with a folding fan in one hand and a wine bowl in the other. "Brother just said that the sharp knife in Snowstorm Silver City is a thing?"
Luo Changfeng invited the other party to sit down and explained that "it is a kind of pasta in my hometown"
Li Qinglian holds a fan and freehand brushwork in traditional Chinese painting. "I had a casual look at Tianhe Mountain at the age of 19, but I have never heard of Snowstorm Silver City, which is also a scenic spot with exotic customs."
Luo Changfeng said, "A remote town is not worth mentioning. Didn’t Luo Changfeng ask your brother?"
Li Qinglian holds a fan fuels "in Yecheng, Li Qinglian".