Chapter 35 The Story of the Last Generation

Suddenly a fire erupted from the drunken Taoist's gourd. Pang was not in a hurry. He took off his green robe and waved it. The green robe turned into a wall, and the flame sprayed on it. The flame sprayed for a moment and then disappeared. Pound shook the green robe and wrapped it around the drunken Taoist. The drunken Taoist has flies to the air and dodged the tie of the green robe. Pound flew up and put the green robe on his body to catch up with the drunken Taoist.

Several teenagers led by Pound stared at the Yun Xiake, who scolded, "Give your grandma!" It's better to do it first. He took out the gold bricks in the storage bag and threw them out. They turned into golden light and knocked down a teenager on the spot.

The teenagers were shocked. One of them shook his hand and threw out a flying sword, and the rest skimmed out the rune paper from the storage bag. Thunder and lightning, fireballs, and flying swords all flew to the three people in all directions.

Shifang hurriedly sacrificed Wang Ding's giant sword to block the flying sword. Nan Yingyue's cultivation was slightly lower, and she coped with it. Shifang jumped to her side to help resist.

After throwing out the rune paper, the teenagers pulled out their weapons and rushed to fight together. Three people from all directions fought with those people.

Liu Wuba frowned and looked at it for a moment. He shook his sleeves and entered the hole. For a moment, he walked out of the hole and flew away, but ignored everyone.

Shifang shouted, "I know you, Master Fu. Don't fight."

But where can everyone listen to it? Each showed the ability to fight. The Yunxia guest fought with the two people, and the ten sides protected Nan Yingyue. They fought happily.

Among these teenagers, there are also those who are highly cultivated. Seeing that the brothers can resist the three people in ten directions, they take a step back and pinch the Taoism with both hands. He waved his sword for a moment and shouted, "Get out of the way!"

All the disciples of the Xiaoyao School dodged, and an unparalleled sword spirit fell from the sky to the Yunxia. The Yunxia was fighting with several disciples of the Xiaoyao School. Suddenly, those people dodged aside. A huge sword spirit came from the sky. Oh, he hurriedly sacrificed the purple satin cloth, and the satin cloth rose in an instant and wrapped around the Yunxia guest. The sword spirit split on his body, and the satin cloth was broken layer by layer, which made the Yun Xiake retreat several steps to relieve this huge sword spirit.

The man's face turned pale after issuing this trick. Obviously, this trick was not only a waste of spiritual power, but also saw that he could not hurt the Yunxia. He was surprised and retreated to ease his interest rate.

The Yunxia was very angry when he was beaten. He put away the satin cloth and sacrificed the sword. It turned into three sword lights and stabbed several disciples of the Xiaoyao School who were close to him. These disciples hurriedly patted the amulet on their bodies, and there were also low-level amulets hit by the sword light. They took a few steps back to relieve the great pressure brought by the sword light.

Shifang Xiu has the highest cultivation, protecting Nan Yingyue, and the four people did not fall behind in the single battle. At this time, another person shouted, "Get out of the way."

Shifang saw a flying sword flying in an instant. He thought that if he could avoid or hurt Nan Yingyue, he didn't think much about it. He waved Wang Ding's giant sword to resist. The sword light was mixed with thunder and lightning. The two swords intersected and crackled. The mouth of the ten tigers was painful. Wang Ding's giant sword was hit with a few gaps, but he also resisted the flying sword. Shifang grabbed it. The handle of the flying sword was held in his hand and waved.

Seeing that he could resist for the time being, Nan Yingyue took a step back and pinched the secret with both hands. She saw that the world gave birth to a pink fog out of thin air. The fog entangled each other and turned into pieces of flowers, colorful and dense, separating everyone's eyes.

The people of Xiaoyao faction couldn't see the three people in Shifang. They hurriedly turned back to defend. Shifang and Yunxiake adjusted their internal breath. Yunxiaqiqiqi was about to throw out the gold bricks again. Nan Yingyue shouted, "There are many of them. Let's avoid them."

The flower barrier blocked the sight of both sides. The three hurriedly took the opportunity to fly away, and the flower barrier dissipated in a blink of an eye. The disciples of Xiaoyao sent saw that the three had flown far away and flew after them together. Shifang hit a palm thunder and threw it back, blowing up several disciples of the Xiaoyao School who chased closely.

Nan Yingyue flew slowly, and Yun Xiake and Shi Convenience followed each other to protect each other. Seeing that the disciples of the Xiaoyao School were about to catch up, suddenly a strong wind blew in the sky, which made the disciples of the Xiaoyao School back dozens of meters.

The drunken Taoist appeared in front of the three people and looked coldly at the disciples of the Xiaoyao School in front of him.

Pang De fell in front of the disciples of the Xiaoyao faction and said, "Old drunkard, Brother Liu has been forced away again. Think about who is right and who is wrong. We will see you later!" Leading the disciples to fly away, one of the young men said, "Master, my fire spirit sword is still in his hand."

Shifang shook his hand and threw away the captured sword. The man took it in his hand and said, "Let's compare it later."

Pang De led the disciples away. The drunken Taoist was indifferent for a moment and sighed, "Are the three little guys all right?" Seeing that the three of them were not injured: "It's okay."

The drunken Taoist Shi fell on the mountain and sat in a stone chair in a daze.

"Master, who is Elder Liu?" Yun Xiake asked tentatively.

The drunken Taoist seemed to be awakened by Yun Xiake from distant memories. He restrained his eyes and smiled and said, "There has been a story circulating in our Xiaoyao School. You must have heard it, right?"

Yun Xiake scratched his head. I don't know who said this story first. In a word, it slowly spread in the Kunlun School. The Fengyue Fairy strictly banned it and talked about it again, but after all, it couldn't be stopped, and even other sects knew it. Yun Xiake said, "Are you talking about the story of Lin Yixue and Shangguan Jinhong?"

The drunken Taoist nodded.

Yun Xiake continued, "I also forgot who told this story. It is said that among the uncles of our previous generation, there were three uncles who were very good. They were smart, eager to learn, handsome, and really called the best in our Kunlun School. Their names are Shangguan Jinhong, Lin Yixue and Liu Tingchun. Originally, the head of the tasteless real master was very optimistic about them and handed over the heavy responsibility of the future Guangda Kunlun School to them, but Shangguan Jinhong and Liu Tingchun actually became jealous for Lin Yixue's predecessors. In the end, Elder Liu left the Kunlun School angrily, and after Elder Lin Yixue and Senior Shangguan Jinhong got together, the two of them didn't know why, but they both left the Kunlun School and disappeared. Master, is this senior Liu Wuba the Liu Tingchun?

The drunken Taoist looked at the floating clouds in the distance: "Well, your Uncle Liu is quite literary and extremely conceited. At the beginning, he left Kunlun Mountain in anger. At that time, Ren Xiaoyao just accepted the Xiaoyao faction and had not done those evil deeds. Ren Xiaoyao was also a romantic figure with both literature and martial arts. He had a very good relationship with your uncle Liu, so he invited him to join the Xiaoyao faction. Be a stewed elder."

"At first, he was at ease in the Xiaoyao School. He didn't care about anything. Every day, he only talked about poetry and painting with Ren Xiaoyao and communicated with him. And at that time, Ren Xiaoyao was always rejected by Diao Han Fairy. Speaking of which, he and Liu Tingchun were also sick and sympathetic, so the two of them were like good brothers.

"But later, Ren Xiaoyao was so crazy that he led many demons to kill him, and soon there was a protracted war with the authentic alliance led by our Kunlun faction. Liu Tingchun didn't like what Ren Xiaoyao did and didn't want to get involved in the killing. He also said goodbye to Ren Xiaoyao and drifted away. It's a fate to meet him again today. Alas, I don't know when I will meet him again in the future.

The three listened to the legendary stories of the previous generation of elders, and their minds seemed to return to that era, immersed in those stories and characters.

Yunxia asked, "Then where did Uncle Shangguan and Uncle Lin go?"

After the drunken Taoist said this, he said in a long breath, "I don't know where it is. I can't find it. Well, it's better for you to know less about some things. Chivalrous, it's time for us to go back.

Listening to the story told by the drunken Taoist, Shifang somehow thought of Fu Yuntian, the head of the Xiaoyao School. He was thinking nonsense. Hearing that the drunken Taoist was going back to Kunlun, he knelt down and said, "The younger generation... The younger generation wants to join the Kunlun School. I don't know if the senior can accept the younger generation as an apprentice?"

The drunken Taoist smiled and looked at Shifang and said, "Your boy has a deep cultivation and good character. Didn't you have a master before?"

Shifang felt nervous and said honestly, "The younger generation has no master, only a friend has taught the younger generation to practice."

The drunken Taoist nodded and said, "Then why do you want to worship my school?"

Shifang was stunned and didn't know how to answer. The drunken Taoist laughed and said, "Think about it. Come to me again." I got up and wanted to fly away.

Yun Xiake looked at the two people reluctantly and said, "Where are you going?"

Nan Yingyue said, "My little sister wants to see the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River."

Shifang was still kneeling on the ground, and Yun Xiake helped him get up. Shifang looked at the back of the drunken Taoist and said, "Senior, if the younger generation has figured it out, how can I find you?"

"Kunlun Mountain Zicui Peak." The drunken Taoist did not wait for the cloud chivalrous man. He waved his big sleeves, soared up and flew to the west.

Yun Xiake laughed and said, "Brother Shifang, Sister Yingyue, I also say goodbye." He smiled and set up the clouds to chase the master.

Shifang was stunned to see the master and apprentice disappear into the sea of clouds. Nan Yingyue smiled and said, "Where are you going?" Seeing that Shifang was stunned, he said, "Why don't you go to see Jiangnan with me?"

Shifang shook his head and said, "I must join the Kunlun School, Miss Nan, do you know where Zicuifeng is?"

Nan Yingyue hummed: "There are eight peaks with strong aura in the middle of Kunlun Mountain, and Zicui Peak is located in the northernmost part. Aren't you... afraid that Yuyang Zhenren will trouble you?"

Shifang sighed, "I have to be more careful."

Nan Yingyue asked tentatively, "Is it to see Cherry Girl?"

Shifang is simple-minded and does not shy away from it. He nodded and hummed. Looking back at Nan Yingyue looking at herself with a pair of beautiful eyes, she also felt a little embarrassed: "Thank you, Miss Nan, for your concern."

Nan Yingyue smiled and said, "It's nothing. Let's suffer together in Guihua Valley. Forgive Yingyue's rudeness and has already regarded the prince as a friend."

Shifang smiled and said, "Miss Nan is too modest. Shifang is very happy to be friends with you. Then... I'll go to Kunlun Mountain?"

Nan Yingyue nodded: "Be more careful."

Shifang nodded and smiled, lifted the long shirt, and flew to the west with clouds on the soles of his feet.

Nan Yingyue watched the ten directions gradually disappear in sight, so she also moved the flower palace's unique Tengyun skill step by step, and a lotus-shaped white cloud flew to the south with the soles of her feet.

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