The door in the west room made a squeak that was about to dissipate. Zhao Yousong, who was wearing a thin quilt, walked in. After gently closing the door, he saw that the master was not sleeping, and a silly smile appeared on his little mouth.

Ye Qi glanced at him, continued to look at the crescent moon hanging on the branches, and said, "Can't you sleep?"

Zhao Yousong walked over and a cold wind blew on him through the wooden window. His body couldn't help but shake, wrapped the quilt on his body, and said worriedly: "Master, my mother tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't sleep. I thought about it. Today, Master saved us mother and we always caused big trouble."

"At a young age, I just think so much, it's not good." Ye Qi closed the wooden window and touched the head of the sensible little boy beside him.

Apart from his mother, Zhao Yousong doesn't like others touching his head. Even the old scholars who have always loved him don't like it. The older children in the village say that touching his head will make people unable to grow, just like wheat seedlings that have just grown, and they are touched a lot. In the end, the height of their calves may not necessarily produce wheat. If they don't grow, how can they be able to grow?

However, he enjoyed the feeling of being touched by someone's head at this moment.

"Master, you really don't consider being my dad?"

Ye Qi shrank his hand and gave the little boy a thunderous thunder, saying, "Are you not letting you talk about this again?"

Zhao Yousong rubbed his head with his hands and covered his mouth with one hand for fear that he would not be able to help but make a sound to wake up his mother who had just fallen asleep. He waited for his head to stop hurting, and then said, "Master, I will never dare again."

In this world, the distribution of heaven and earth's vital energy is not as monotonous as the previous world. In addition to all things in the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, the stars and moons sprinkled from the sky contain the vital energy of heaven and earth, and they must be more pure.

But it is also because of its purity that the starry moonlight has fallen for a long time before it can be absorbed by mountains, rocks, plants and trees, and then slowly diluted to the ordinary vital energy of heaven and earth. Rare birds and beasts can probably be like plants and trees with their strong bodies and bloodlines close to heaven and earth. Taoist priests who do not ties with the world and recite Huang Ting all day long should also do it. If it is the turn of ordinary martial artists in the martial arts world, it is even more difficult to absorb some directly.

However, after nightfall, Ye Qi had been absorbing and refining the starry moonlight. He was afraid that Zhao Yousong would be cold and close the wooden window, but the silver light sprinkled on him did not decrease at all.

If the Taoist priests on Wudang Mountain who are not stained with the worldly world see this, they may be envious and jealous. We can eat vegetarian food and calm the cause and effect for many years before we can attract the spiritual energy from the sky into our body. Can you, a scholar who just killed someone, do it, and let the Taoist priests live?

Little did he know that his previous life was so high that he could break into the Kingdom of Haotian. The perception he practiced was enough to allow him to capture any form of heaven and earth energy in this world. After throwing away the academy in the previous world without the intention and Taoist mysterious methods, he only practiced the martial arts and demon sects that he had integrated into. These two skills were to seek to prove the Tao with his strength and seize the creation of heaven and earth. No matter whether it was difficult for you to refine it, as long as I could feel it, it was mine.

Zhao Yousong looked at his master being wrapped in silver light in the dark room, looking like a legendary immortal. He looked at him without blinking, and was stunned.

...

The next day, Qingliang Mountain in Lingzhou, Liangwang Mansion.

The old man who was teasing a pony in the horse's house was called away by a pretty maid. The old man was called Lao Huang. Not many people in the palace knew his real name, but only knew that his surname was Huang. He liked to drink rice wine worth two cents a bowl. He also had a sword box that was tighter than looking at his wife.

Bypassing a courtyard in the royal palace and walking through a large lake, Lao Huang looked at the lake a few times and came to Tingchao Pavilion, which everyone in the martial arts world yearned for.

The places that the people of the Jianghu yearn for are nothing more than the places where magical weapons are hidden, or the secrets of martial arts that can help them further. Tingchao Pavilion has both. After Li Yang unified the world, the Dazhu Kingdom once stepped on the rivers and lakes, killing and killing the mighty martial arts of the Jianghu who were not subject to discipline. Countless sects were destroyed, and the secrets of the magical weapons hidden in those sects were placed in this Tingchao Pavilion.

Lao Huang entered the pavilion and went straight to the ninth floor.

On the ninth floor of Tingchao Pavilion, there were only two people and one corpse, one of them was Xu Xiao, the current Dazhu Kingdom. It was impossible to tell from the surface that he had a name called "man slaughtered" by the world. He was like an ordinary rich family member who saw the old age. The other was thin and his hair was almost white and black. He was Li Yishan, the counselor of Dazhu Kingdom.

Lao Huang had some thoughts when he came to the palace, and knew that the prince and the adviser would not be obsessed with staring at the corpse in a daze. The cause of the death of the corpse should have a origin, no, it has a origin.

Lao Huang had saluted and met the two. Xu Xiao, the country of Dazhu, smiled, and could not see the slightest honor of the prince, and said, "Old Huang, let's take a look at this corpse."

Old Huang looked curiously and saw it at a glance at the bloody hole in the throat of the corpse. He opened his mouth, revealing the mouth of the missing front teeth.

Li Yishan asked in a gentle voice: "Sir, how about this sword?"

Xu Xiao and Li Yishan are not masters in the world, but they also came to help Li Yang Dingding Tianxia to step on the world. How could they be weak? Moreover, with the Tingchao Pavilion, they almost hidden all the martial arts of the world, and there are countless experts recruited in the world. The inconspicuous old Huang in the royal palace saw the sword on the corpse. In fact, Lao Huang is already the top master in this world who uses swords.

Lao Huang was known in the Liang Palace, only Dazhu Kingdom and Li Yishan. He was a person who was destroyed in Western Sichuan. He was an unknown little swordsman. He had been making swordsmen for 30 years. He met the master of the swordsmanship in the Spring and Autumn Period, and taught him two swords. Later, he walked around the world and collected famous swords from all over the world and entered the sword box. There were ten famous swords in the world, and he occupied six of them. Now, he was afraid that he was the second level of the first level to refer to Xuan.

Hearing Li Yishan’s question, Old Huang shook his head, but his expression was admiring and longing for him, "This swordsmanship is unique and can be a master, but it is so strange, and this power is too small."

Old Huang all said that he was unique, which means that this sword has never appeared in the world. But as a master, isn’t it just that this sword is indeed not very watery?

King Xu Xiao of Beiliang tapped his forehead with his hand. Could it be that some bullshit immortal was reincarnated?

Li Yishan was not as worried as Dazhuguo, and looked at Dazhuguo and said, "Your Highness, this man may be to let us see this corpse. If you say something is going to make a plan, it is just a small plan at most, it is nothing more than this pavilion."

Lao Huang nodded secretly and said, "The world is so big that there are always some masters who are not obvious to others. Lao Nu dared to speculate that this person may have problems in his practice and he has to solve the problem again. Listening to the book of Chaoge Pavilion may be a good medicine for him."
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