Jiuzun asked

The alcoholic knew that the thirteen people whose origins were unknown must be threatening the old man.

The two knew it, but they didn't move their faces.

After three or two cups of rough wine, San Chi's old eyes narrowed, and he said softly: "Men Zun... the younger generation established the sect for the first time, and it was in the Immortal Realm of Longevity. The blessed land of Lingxiu Zhongshu."

Unexpectedly, this Shenmubo sword master raised his right hand and said in a low voice, "Would you like to hear about my world."

The drunkard San Chi was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that there was an old man who was kind to him, but the relationship was not yet there.

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"The old story started from a wine shop."

The mortal world where the old man lived was called "South Country", and there were very few people who practiced truth.

When he was young, in order to make a living, the old man served tea and water in a wine shop in a small town called Jinyang, but he had some free time.

Although there are not many people who cultivate the truth, there are many sects in the Jianghu.

No matter if they are children from a poor family from a poor family, or a dude with a lot of power, they all know how to learn martial arts from teachers and strengthen their bodies.

Life is money.

Money is life.

At that time, he was extremely beautiful with three dollars a month.

In his spare time, he would just hold a book of swords and a dead bamboo and make a few gestures.

However, it is difficult to understand if there is someone to learn from.

This winery has been staying for nine years.

In the past nine years, his salary has changed from three renminbi to five renminbi.

He had saved copper coins for nine years before he bought a two-foot-one-inch iron sword in the hands of the "big five" on the street.

On that day, Beiliang entered the city.

In this huge small city, there are so many knives hanging in the north, but no one speaks.

He... just warmed up the hilt of the sword, when he saw an angry young man in fresh clothes holding a fierce knife and flying the iron sword in his hand.

The sword falls, contends.

People fall, silent.

He squatted in front of this angry young man in fresh clothes, his heart was agitated for no reason, but he grabbed the iron sword and stabbed straight into the horse's belly.

The thick blood in the horse's belly bared his face, his eyelids were so hot that he closed his eyes, and the point of the sword pierced another seven points.

Suddenly a "sweat horse" lay under him.

A young man with a spotted iron sword, stunned and distracted.

Back then, he was the only one among the [-] Beiliang cavalry, and when the tip of his tongue touched the horse's blood, it was terribly fishy.

"This man from Jinyang, only you are bloody."

Standing in front of him was a young man in fresh clothes, holding his sword, but with a strong fighting spirit, he said softly, "If you win, you will live, if you lose, you will die."

That is, his soul sea was blank, just like the cold weather in Jinyang.

But the iron sword he was holding was still stained with horse blood, and he never put it down.

"I am the captain of the Beiliang Elementary School...Xu Xiao."

As soon as Xu Xiao finished speaking, he was taken aback. He thought for ten breaths before he remembered his name.

"Jinyang Xiao Er...Ye Lie."

In an instant, Xu Xiao, the captain of Beiliang Elementary School, raised his saber and saw the tip of his saber getting closer.

The sword moves he knew were the ones in the withered sword book, but he used the "immortal asking for directions" by mistake.

Barely avoiding the tip of the little captain's knife, he staggered and broke Xu Xiao's belt.

The little captain felt anxious, turned around and left, but heard him call: "Take him."

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Beiliang was born as a nomad, and his livelihood is also based on cattle and sheep, and Xu Xiao, the captain of Beiliang, likes delicious mutton even more.

It was the day when Xu Xiao performed the weak crown ceremony, but he saw an old man straddling a green bull and swaggering into the "Khan's Mansion".

On that day, Xu Xiao was squatting under a tree, counting ants, when his elder sister came to the old Taoist with her skirts in hand.

"Daogulongxiang is a great talent."

"Not yet a teacher."

On that day, Xu Xiao kowtowed reluctantly, but made a request.

"I want to take him...to Kunlun."

Xu Xiao pointed at him, but saw the old man, staring at his face, then at his palm, and said softly: "Not bad."

"Wonderful." Xu Xiao called out.

On that day, holding a whip made of thin willow, he drove [-] sheep to the Kunlun Fairy Market.

Back then, the Kunlun Fairy Market was full of mutton smell.

Xu Xiao's spiritual root is proficient, even in the Kunlun Immortal Sect, he slept in seclusion, but he also cultivated quickly.

When he had nothing to do, Xu Xiao gave him advice.

Even in this Kunlun Fairy Market, even if he does not stop for a day, it is also difficult to improve his cultivation.

But Xu Xiao is the proud son of heaven in the Kunlun Fairy Market.

Kunlun practiced Taoism for only nine years.

With a powerful knife, he defeated three hundred immortals and beheaded seven thousand monsters. He is the No. 1 in Kunlun Immortal Market.

Later, it was "Ten Chaos of Gods and Demons".

No one knows where the "gods and demons" from back then woke up, and where they came and went.

But he knew in his heart that the disaster of gods and demons was caused by him.

There is no sun in the one hundred thousand mountains, so he ventured into the one hundred thousand swamp mountains in order to seek immortal treasures.

Unintentionally, under a rotten Ke tree, I saw a chessboard with four big characters engraved on it.

Six Ding Liujia!

He didn't know that this was the "immortal curse" for banning gods and demons.

Suddenly, a sunspot landed on Lan Ke's chessboard, quite agile.

With a thought in his mind, he twisted a white piece to seal the movement of the sunspot.

In an instant, this rotten tree grows into a tree that lifts up the sky, reaching a height that cannot be reached by the sky.

When one thought is possessed, one loses one's sanity.

As soon as he climbed up the old lanke tree, he saw a hole in the tree, and a black bird lay in the hole.

But on the side of the mysterious bird, there is a broad sword standing, but it is a fairy sword that is unique in a million.

When he was in a state of confusion, he searched for the head and took it.

The ancient mysterious bird that suppressed one hundred thousand "chaotic demons" fell into the formation of one hundred thousand chaotic demons and turned into corpses.

Holding the fairy sword, he got out of the ancient lanke tree, only to see a mountain of ten thousand swamps collapsing down.

Millions of chaotic demons who have been banned for thousands of years, joined the WTO...

In this catastrophe, nine out of ten people in the world died, and the entire Sanjiazi was in chaos.

For 180 years, mortals have withered and become purgatory.

And Xu Xiao entered the world to save Taoism, broke his arm, and was blind, but said with a smile: "The devil is not over... the cup will not stop."

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It's been 300 years, but it's time to ascend.

If it weren't for this chaos and catastrophe, Xu Xiao would have already broken the heavens, how could he be in such a state.

On that day, he broke through the void and flew up, his Taoist heart was unstable, and he also suffered a catastrophe to save himself from the disaster of the year.

Heavenly Dao Thunder Punishment, Dao Soul Immortal.

He couldn't resist the last thunderstorm...

He knew in his heart that it would be difficult to break through the void with his spiritual roots.

But I heard Xu Xiao say: "Ye Lie...you will follow me for half your life, and you will also make Heaven lower its eyebrows."

With one breath, Xu Xiao held the "War Demon" knife in his hand, drank the last sip of rough wine, and gave up his whole life of Taoism.

Hearing him say: "Ye Lie...there is no you in this rivers and lakes, but the sword fairy has you... no regrets."

Disperse all the cultivation bases and block the last catastrophe for him.

"The sword opens the gate of heaven."

When the sword master Ye Lie broke through the void, he looked down on his brother in this life, and that handful of rough wine caught his eyes.

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"This is my arena."

Ye Lie, the sword master back then, and now the shepherd of Shenmubo, drank a sip of rough wine and said softly, "I have to wait for him."