The swordsman dared not breathe.

The paused figure disappeared like the wind.

The middle-aged swordsman at the head had a gloomy face, and the arrogance and solemnity just now seemed to be frozen by the coldness of the back, and then shattered in the evening breeze.

Without any hesitation, the middle-aged swordsman turned around and said: "Go back to the sect."

"Don't wade into this muddy water."

"Where's the uncle?"

"I."

The middle-aged swordsman said solemnly: "I'm going to fight!"

After sending away the disciples who had followed him to learn more, the middle-aged swordsman entered the county town.

The long street was deserted, filled with old people who couldn't even leave the house.

Even such old people are very rare.

Pubs, teahouses, restaurants... are all closed to welcome customers, and only a few are still warm.

The first place he set foot in was Zhang's blacksmith shop.

"Senior brother."

Zhang Yajiu was obviously a little surprised when he saw the person standing in front of the door.

It's like he didn't expect the person in front of him to come.

Although the tone is cold, you can still hear some familiarity in it.

Zhang Yajiu said coldly: "Junior brother is not in Jiancheng, why are you here."

While speaking, he looked at the street and reminded him with a cold face and a warm heart: "This is not a peaceful place now."

"Senior brother, I miss you very much." The middle-aged swordsman said like a lobbyist.

After hearing this, Zhang Yajiu moved his hands and sighed: "The old man won't miss me, he won't miss anyone else."

"Senior brother, as long as you nod your head, you can return to Sword City and take over immediately..."

"If I wanted to bow my head, I would have bowed my head back then."

"Don't mention this matter again."

Zhang Yajiu immediately looked at the middle-aged swordsman: "If Junior Brother Jian comes to my place to sit and reminisce, I will welcome you. If you come to lobby for the old man, please leave. I will never return to Sword City until I become a Taoist.

"

Wu Zhong stopped talking. He really wanted to persuade his senior brother to go back. However, he also understood that his few words could not change Zhang Yajiu's mind. He simply stopped talking, picked up the tea bowl, and asked about things in the capital: "Why?

Junior brother walked on the street and didn't see much prosperity."

"The emperor of Da Qi decided to move the capital to Tai'an."

"Why?"

"What else could be the reason? The Divine Forbidden Land was in pretty good condition a year ago, but it has been getting worse and worse this year. I guess it won't be long before the dark clouds over the Divine Forbidden Land will completely dissipate."

Speaking of this matter, Zhang Yajiu felt that he still had the right to speak.

But he doesn't care.

There are other ancient gods who have fallen to the earth without the forbidden land of gods.

He wanted to use the divine blood to cast the Emperor Feather Divine Weapon, but it was just a matter of changing the place.

Looking at the current situation, I am about to pack up my things and leave.

It's a pity...

Zhang Yajiu shook his head slightly.

It's a pity that he didn't get the Ancient Emperor's weapon energy, otherwise he would have been confident that he would have another 20 to 30% chance of making soldiers.

Holding the Emperor's Feather Divine Weapon and starting the ancient emperor's inheritance will help him achieve enlightenment when the time comes.

"Senior brother, don't you know?"

"What do you know?" Zhang Yajiu frowned.

"Guxian Tower sent an invitation letter, saying that there is a magical medicine growing in the forbidden land of God. Junior brother was originally leading his disciples to experience it. If he were not close to the forbidden place of God, he might not be able to know about it."

"It is said that the time is extremely tight, and it is too late to inform a large area."

Wu Zhong looked curious: "Don't you know that Senior Brother is here?"

"Magic medicine?!"

Zhang Yajiu almost jumped up when he heard this.

When he heard the news, countless fragments flashed through his mind.

At this moment, he suddenly realized.

"No wonder the Forbidden Land is declining rapidly. It turns out to be the magic medicine!"

"What does senior brother know?"

The excited Zhang Yajiu slowly sat down. Of course he knew a lot of things.

He even locked the location of the magic medicine right away.

Except there, there is no doubt about anything else.

That is the Xishan Temple.

Zhang Yajiu hesitated for a moment and then said: "That person is very difficult to mess with!"

"Senior brother, do you know who he is?"

Zhang Yajiu wanted to tell his junior brother, but he couldn't.

Once you say it, it will kill your junior brother.

So he said with a serious expression: "Listen to my senior brother's advice and don't go. Even if you know where he is, don't go. He is by no means an ordinary great saint. I am afraid that even the Holy King will not be his opponent."

Wu Zhong lowered his head, then slowly raised it, and said, "Senior brother, do you know what I encountered before entering the city?"

"who?"

"Daojun."

"A terrifying Dao Lord with a cold air all over his body.

"I still haven't backed down."

"Junior brother, I need this opportunity!"

Wu Zhong stood up: "Even if senior brother doesn't tell us, in a few days, the Ancient Immortal Tower will tell us that at that time there will be a Tao Lord personally coming, all the Holy Lord geniuses who have entered the Divine Forbidden City, and the powerful people around who are trusted. I

How can we compete fairly with them?”

"Since senior brother knows who he is, why don't you and I add two brothers to one and make five..."

"You and I can't win together."

"Where did senior brother's anger go?!"

…

Mountain behind ancient trees.

The lingering rhyme of the avenue interweaves a piece of pure land of immortals and gods. The green and delicate peach leaves are like scriptures written and engraved by the way of heaven. Each piece contains the truth of immortality. The rhyme of the way is high and isolates this area of ​​heaven and earth. The formation of heaven and earth and the outer layer are perfect.

When they fit together, not a single bit of bright light shines out.

As calm as ever.

The fairy leaves fell on the Taoist's shoulders.

The Taoist priest wearing black and red robes under the tree opened his eyes.

He raised his green and white ghost hand and twisted the peach leaves falling on his shoulders.

This is not late autumn, but it is green and yellow.

The Taoist looked up at the sacred tree, which was already 70% to 80% dyed with sunset glow.

The ancient tree is still tall and tall, but its life is almost dusk, but there is no decaying moisture, and the fallen leaves are still dry and warm.

It seems that it doesn't care about the end of its life at all. Maybe at the moment of death, it will be reborn.

Huge flat peaches hang from the central branches as if they are ripe.

Dark red to light color.

There is still some white pimple left on the tail.

The flowing Taoist patterns illustrate the limits of life and death.

There are no terrifying fluctuations or heart-shaking pressure, only peace and tranquility.
To be continued...