Immortal Path to Heaven

　　 The north wind roared, and the sunlight in the ruins was not hot at all, but rather cold.

　　He Jian wore a gray coat, his eyes were turbid, and he held a ten-inch long knife in his hand. He was still bland, his speech was not restrained, and his breath seemed to be absent.

　　Even if Ouyang Ming uses strong mental power to detect, he still can't see his depth.

　　 In Changshou Alley, although Master Duan likes to perform in front of others, he has no bad thoughts, and the old ways are hot. Jiang Yingrong and the Heilongjiang family are inextricably linked, and their strength has reached the peak of the spirit. Xiao Qingcheng is naive and cute. All these people, Ouyang Ming can see one or two.

　　Only He Jian looks bland, but it is like a deep pond. No matter what the origin is, it is very mysterious and hard to figure out.

　　 "Let's go!" He Jian's voice was dull, just like a dull old man who used to see the wind and waves.

　　 "Senior He, where should we go?" Ouyang Ming asked with a smile.

　　 "Go out of the city first. As soon as it gets dark, there will be things running out of the darkness. Those things are not easy to deal with. We have to find a foothold in advance." He Jian played with the carving knife and spoke softly.

　　Ouyang Ming nodded, of course he knew how hard things were in the dark.

　　In the beginning, he walked with Xiaoman for a few days, and naturally knew how dangerous the big ruins were. It was a crisis everywhere.

　　One step, he walked out behind He Jian.

　　Xiaoman was in the courtyard. He held a carving knife in his left hand and an unshaped wood carving in his right hand. It was Ouyang Ming who carved it. Looking at the back of the two people as they went away from the crack of the door, they took a deep breath, and there was also a touch of melancholy in their hearts.

　　Jiang Qingcheng came out of the house, and the ball moved around twice.

　　 The voice is gentle as water, saying: "Oh, Xiaoman, how about coming to play with your sister?"

　　Ignored me carefully, and carved the wood carvings seriously, actually giving people a sense of sitting in danger.

　　 "You're very rude, didn't you hear me talking to you?" Jiang Qingcheng pinched his waist and yelled in a low voice.

　　 Xiaoman still ignored it, shaking off the wood chips above the wood carving and immersing herself in her own world.

　　 Jiang Qingcheng: "..."

　　 Xiaoman, still silent.

Jiang Qingcheng's chest moved forward, but after seeing the "small and weak" chest, he shrank back timidly, and glanced panicly at both sides. It was only a long time when no one noticed. The tone lowered and mysteriously said: "Xiaoman, I will tell you, as long as you play with me, I will take you to catch fish, and pick cucumbers, even the kind of cucumber **** is not bitter. ,how about it."

　　 The coldness on Xiaoman's face finally faded a little, a little more eager for his age. He looked up as if he said to himself: "I haven't eaten cucumber yet..."

　　 "Let's go!" Jiang Qingcheng was overjoyed and took the initiative to take the barbaric hand.

　　 Xiaoman froze for a moment, but did not break free.

"It's so cold, there are still many scars." Jiang Qingcheng whispered and took Xiaoman to run out together. In her heart, since he was bigger than him, he must be protected and she still had a hidden Knowing meticulously, even Jiang Yingrong didn't know, this is the secret of her growth.

　　In the room, Jiang Yingrong carefully sewed up the clothes. When he saw this scene, he sighed heavily.

　　 The secret in the heart, Xiaoman's obsession is too deep, the grudge is too heavy, Allure and he walk so close, is it good or bad? I have lost my husband, she is now my world, all of me.

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　　 The desert is straight, and the long river is setting sun.

　　 Two silhouettes, one old and one young, are walking on the desolate earth, it is Ouyang Ming and He Jian.

　　He Jian's knife "clicked" in his hand and smiled and asked, "Yu brother, what do you think is a sword?"

　　Ouyang Ming shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I'm just a spellcaster, how can I understand what a sword. Probably it's just picking leaves from flowers, all things in the world, can all be swords and the like!"

He Jianshen took a look at Ouyang Ming and sighed, "Yu brother, you are not sincere. During the battle between you and Ji Qi, I can still cheer for you. Now that you don't understand swordsmanship, I can't believe it. "He glared fiercely, looking imposing.

　　 Ouyang Ming's heart was slandering, and he was usually reticent, and he couldn't hit a fart with three hammers. Why is there so much talk today?

　　 He didn't know that He Jian felt the breath above Hui Jianfeng on his body, which changed his normal situation. Otherwise, with his temperament, he would not say so much.

　　Although thinking this way, he said lowly on his mouth: "I really don't understand swordsmanship, but I have a little experience on the way."

He Jian seemed to be a non-smile, saying: "Then you will talk about what is a gun, a gun, a sword, a knife, a halberd... These 18 weapons seem to be different, but in fact they all lead to the same goal. The words Jane."

　　Ouyang Ming didn't smile at all. "Senior He can say this, but it's not simple." His eyes narrowed and he said softly: "The gun is the gun, the dead."

　　 He Jian's pupils shrunk inward slightly and said with emotion: "If you can understand this, even if you study sword, you will get twice the result with half the effort. The things in this world are not so complicated. The complex is the hearts of the people."

　　 was talking, a pub appeared in the sight of the two.

　　He Jian said: "Go, warm up with a drink."

　　Ouyang Ming naturally promised. Outside the tavern, the yellow sand is overwhelming, the storm is raging, but the tavern is quiet and peaceful, and the candlelight is dim yellow, just like the color of rice paper naturally deposited by time, warm and soft.

　　 There is no good wine in the big market, it is all turbid wine, but the two of them are drinking happily.

　　 He Jian pursed his lips, his eyes narrowed all together, a face was twisted together, he smiled heartily and said, "This wine is delicious."

　　Ouyang Ming took a drink and tasted it in his mouth. It was a bit speechless.

　　Despite the extremely powerful fighting power, in other respects, there is still a big gap from the spirit world. Not to mention that it is compared with the spirit world, even if it is compared with the lower realm, this is not the case.

　　 After a while, He Jian asked casually: "Brother Yu, I wonder if you have ever met a guru guru?"

Ouyang Ming just shook his head, and the old man with the sword in his back who carried the sword back was immediately replied in his mind, but he still answered, "No, I wanted to use the sword once, and the white clothes were like snow." , The long sword dragged on the ground, killing one person in ten steps, do not stay for thousands of miles, how domineering! But did not get a decent sword tactics, until now, the marksmanship has been small, and I don’t want to learn."

　　He Jian nodded, his eyes cloudy, and I wondered what to think.

　　 The next day, just after dawn, the two braved the yellow sand and galloped forward.

　　 Suddenly, a strong **** smell came from dozens of miles, Ouyang Ming's face was slightly cold, and the speed burst to the extreme, chasing forward.

　　 He Jian did not speak, his eyes were gloomy like water, and there was a kind of guess in his heart.

　　 After the tea time, a crippled idol appeared in front of the eyes of the two. The idol was covered with blood, and a strange symbol was printed on it, disconnected from it. After the idol, it was a desolate village. The cold wind whimpered. The village was surrounded by blood mist. The rich **** smell came out, and a sense of death reverberated.

　　 "Go in and see!" He Jian's voice was extremely urgent.

　　 "Hmm!" Ouyang Ming focused on her head, and she had a very bad hunch in her heart.

　　 blood, blood everywhere.

　　 almost submerged the village, and the soil was dyed crimson.

　　 is full of broken limbs and broken arms, the face on the head is extremely twisted, and the pupils are sunken, just like the most terrifying picture seen before death.

　　Bone bones, five internal organs, six organs can be seen everywhere, even three-year-old children are hung on the mast, and there is a teardrop on their eyelashes, and a frightened expression.

　　 An unspeakable anger rose, Ouyang Ming's fists clenched tightly. Although he did not know the people who died here, anyone who saw this tragic scene would not be indifferent.

　　The flame of the celestial phoenix is ​​burning, and the air within ten feet around him is twisted instantly, and a white flame rises into the sky.

　　He Jian's pupils contracted violently, and his heart was terrified, and he secretly said, what kind of power is this, it seems to be able to destroy everything, it is too violent.

　　Ouyang Ming's voice ice is as cold as **** sounds: "He who does this, **** it!"

　　 He Jian glanced around, took a deep breath, his voice was low, and said, "It's not a person who does this."

"not human?"

"Yes, not a person, but an alien. The alien who has absorbed the blood of the dragon and the phoenix uses the human race as a ration. As long as the idol is broken, they will take advantage of it and swallow the human race Dantian, temper their own aura, this kind of thing, in Daxu happens every day." He Jian's voice also had a magnificent killing intention, and even his beard turned up.

　　Ouyang Ming was silent for a while, and said hoarsely: "Blood debts and blood compensation, these people should not be damn."

　　 His eyes are red. How many people are there in more than 100 households? Even children are hanging on the mast, it is simply unforgivable.

　　He Jian pondered for a moment, and said lowly: "Brother Yu, do you have a sword?"

"Yes!" Ouyang Ming didn't hesitate~www.readwn.com~ He turned his wrist and took out a magical sword, which was three feet long and three feet wide, with a delicate carved flower, scattered with chills, hands Passed it.

　　He Jian took the long sword, not too dirty, but sat on the ground. Bend your fingers and gently flick the sword over the tip, and a melodious and crisp sword sounds open.

　　 "Good sword!" His eyes lit up, took out a jug of muddy wine, and took a few gulps.

I left a mouthful in my mouth and sprayed it on the blade with a puff, whispering: "Sword is a good sword, but it also needs to be edged, and it needs blood staining, so that there is a spirit. Today, I will Take you to kill the enemy, and let you stain the blood!" A sharp sword rose into the sky and pierced into the sky.

"The old man has practiced swords for decades, sculpting swords with wood carvings, smiling proudly and contemporary. Ha ha, with the spirit of the pinnacle of the spirit, taking three moves in the hands of the Venerable and undefeated, get away with ease." : "The old man has sealed the sword for many years. I thought it would be impossible to avoid the world, but I didn't expect that this sword... there is still the day of Kaifeng."

　　 At this moment, he is no longer a wood carving old man, he is a generation of sword god.

　　 At this moment, what kind of waves will the sword **** raise his sword?

　　He Jian's sword, if it is uneven, it will sound, and it will sway throughout the world.

　　Every sword is majestic, so that people can't avoid it. ...

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