Li's father waited at the door for a long time. After hearing the cry, he felt relieved. Then he began to give rewards to the servants of the Cheng Mansion, and he was very happy to see.

On the other side of the threshold, Chen Jiu was drinking, and Cheng Yusheng squatted at the threshold, not knowing what he was thinking.

"You have heard of Li Fuyao's killing of that old Meng Jin?"

Chen Jiu took a sip of wine and joked: "If you bully his sister in the future, it will be difficult."

Cheng Yusheng looked sad, "Why are they all young people? He can fight the monks climbing the tower?"

Chen Jiu laughed and said, "What do you know, little bastard? Look at what he has done over the years, whether in the demon soil or in the fog mountain, it is not a desperate situation. It is normal to have a rapid improvement along the way. Cheng Yusheng can beat you dozens of Cheng Yusheng. If you want to be so powerful, I promise that you will go on the road he has walked. Of course, this is the premise that you must live, otherwise you will be free from talking about anything."

Cheng Yusheng sighed, regardless of whether he had a son coming to the world today.

Chen Jiu stood up, put the wine gourd around his waist, and said to himself: "This kid is walking fast, Li Changgu is walking fast, and as soon as Chao Qingqiu leaves the world, the swordsmen seem to be alive. Could it be that there is really a so-called swordsman's luck?"

He said this to himself, so no one except him heard it.

Winter is gone again.

Spring is here.

Many disciples on the Sword Mountain have broken through the realm, and even Chen Xuan has become a swordsman in the morning and dusk realm.

In late spring, many people gathered in front of Wushanhe's cave to see if this head church came out.

But no.

So another year passed.

The grass grows and the birds fly, the summer is scorching, the autumn wind is howling, and the winter thunder is shaking.

In summer, the cicadas chirping sounded across Jianshan.

Zhao Dabao broke through the realm.

This closed disciple of Chen Zhanlu became a swordsman in the blue-hair realm, and it only took about three years.

It is already a good seedling, but not many people were surprised.

Because everyone was waiting for Wu Shanhe to break through the pass and come out.

Everyone was wondering when this sect would be able to come out of seclusion.

But a summer has passed and there is still no movement.

Everyone feels that there is no hope this year.

But in autumn, the sound of swords spread throughout Jianshan!

But no one had time to care because something more important happened.
Chapter completed!