Longevity begins with a proud smile

This slovenly poor man is Zhuo Lingfeng.

On that day, Fangzheng, Chongxu, and Xiefeng gave him the plaque of "Wulin No. 1", and when the collection value reached [-]%, he had a very strong feeling that he was going to leave.

Following that unwilling roar, his consciousness fell into a blur.The last voice I heard was Yingying's whisper: "Feng Lang, I'll wait for you to go home!"

Hearing this sound, he seemed to be plunged into darkness.

But I also felt that countless lights illuminated me, as if many people were thanking me.

Some people did it out of the grace of saving their lives, some because they were spared from the disaster of swordsmanship, and some people thanked themselves for avenging them and so on.

These voices were both strange and familiar, and before he could understand them, he completely lost his perception.

When you become conscious again, you will enter this world.

The most unbelievable thing is that he doesn't even know whether he is wearing or soul wearing during this trip.

The reason why he had this confusion was because he had changed his clothes, but his appearance was still the same as before, and his internal energy was still there, and he felt that his internal energy was more pure.

If you have internal strength, as long as you remember the martial arts method, you will naturally be able to perform martial arts.

But there are more memories in my mind that I shouldn't have.

For example, I was originally from a small rich family in Guanzhong, but when Mongolia came, my family was ruined, and I was only eight years old. It seems that I have been begging for food and working hard all these years, and I don't know any martial arts at all.

This way of traveling directly plunged him into deep confusion.

For three days, Zhuo Lingfeng hadn't recovered.

On the one hand, I was thinking, what the hell is going on.

Could it be that what the master said was true, this kind of time travel is the true spiritual cast?
But if this is the case, why has the appearance not changed, and the internal strength still exists?
This can't help but make him have a big guess, is it really the one flower one world mentioned by the Buddhists.

So there are countless worlds, and there are countless Zhuo Lingfeng, and likewise, there are countless characters like Yingying and Ren Woxing.

And my collection and transportation beads are like a purifying and refining integrator.

But there is no certainty, because it has fallen into silence again, and there is only one prompt [luck value: 0].

The reason why Zhuo Lingfeng wanted to understand this way of time travel was because of Yingying's last call.

It seemed that she had disappeared, so what would she do in the future?
With her status and martial arts, she will not be in any danger from external factors, but is this time standing still, or is the sea changing?

Know that inner pain is your greatest enemy.

Zhuo Lingfeng is well aware of all this, but he has nothing to do with it, and he can't even control this prestige value at will.

Now all he can do is to work hard to gain reputation.

Wear it again and make yourself stronger every time.

Although he had been in a daze for the past three days, he also heard many people in the world discussing the "Sky Eyed Eagle King" Yun Wancheng, the League of Heroes, and the victory over Meng Ge in the battle of Huai'an King Hezhou ten years ago.

He judged that this was the world of Kunlun, but he was not very familiar with this world, he only knew the general experience of some major well-known figures, and he definitely did not have the familiarity of Jin Yong's world.

Then he suddenly heard Taoist Changbeard say "the two countries are fighting each other", and he was really in a daze.

Judging from the experience of reaching 100% prestige in Xiaoao, he doesn't think that just being number one in martial arts can gain 100% prestige and thus meet the time-traveling conditions.

This is the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, as Taoist Changxu said, this kind of strife in the rivers and lakes involves the survival of the two countries.And I also have a heavy national hatred and family hatred, how can I sit back and watch Mongolia rule the Central Plains?

But it is very difficult to change all this.

Nothing disturbed him for the past three days, and it made him think about a lot of things.

In the world of Xiaoao, I was able to obtain the reputation points needed for collecting and transporting beads. Although I had my own efforts, it was actually thanks to Yingying.

Because of his relationship with her, he had the bond between the righteous and the evil, and was able to simplify extremely complicated things.

This is the same as Zhang Wuji in Yitian can resolve the grievances and grievances between the righteous and the devil, and they are all powerful and irreproducible.

This is definitely not something that someone with martial arts and temperament like him can do.

The main thing is his background.

His grand master is Zhang Sanfeng, and his grandfather is the Dharma king of the Mingjiao. He saved both the evil religion and the righteous way, so that he can meet fate and resolve enmity.

If this relationship is lost, there is absolutely no possibility of reconciliation between the two parties.

Because the first person who refused to agree was Wudang Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng is open-minded by nature, he doesn't have much prejudice against the two paths of righteousness and evil, he once said: "The two words of righteousness and evil are originally indistinguishable. If the disciples of the decent sect are not righteous, they are evil disciples; if the members of the evil sect are dedicated to good, they are righteous men. "

But Zhang Cuishan committed suicide, he was saddened by the death of his beloved student, he couldn't help hating Tianying Sect, he thought that the third disciple Yu Daiyan was disabled for life, and the fifth disciple Zhang Cuishan's death and fame were all caused by Tianying Sect. He wanted to ask Yin Tianzheng for revenge.

But no matter how broad-minded he is, he hates the word "demon".Therefore, Zhang Sanfeng also agreed with Wudang to participate in the siege of Mingjiao by knowing that Mingjiao was against the Yuan Dynasty.

Zhang Wuji knew this very well in his heart, Wudang Party disapproved of his father marrying his mother.

It's the same reason, he managed to achieve a big event in Xiaoao World, but it was actually because of Yingying's identity, not because of his outstanding ability.

Otherwise, he can choose to destroy the demon, or destroy the righteousness.

But it is wishful thinking for both sides to live in peace.

Who can trust you completely?

The reason why the orthodox martial arts gave him a plaque at the end was also for a higher level of insurance.

But what about in this almost unfamiliar world of Kunlun?

No matter how bad his history is, he also knows that the Southern Song Dynasty is rotten from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, and Kublai Khan of Mongolia is the master of great talent and strategy.

For the small court of the Southern Song Dynasty, this was a crushing situation.

In this country's major affairs, how can the level of martial arts be able to influence it?
In fact, there are as many top masters in the Kunlun World as in the Condor World, but they are all forced to hang overseas.

Then how should I start?
Zhuo Lingfeng's mind was full of thoughts.

For a moment, I felt a cold light all over the sky. It turned out that the other four Taoists saw his eyes bewildered, how could they let go of this opportunity?
The general's weapons stabbed straight at his vitals, and the attack was really fast.

The God of Carrying the Tripod and Wufeng Quan knew that this poor man had advanced martial arts, but they didn't dare to speak casually.

Gein, who often travels in the Jianghu, knows that martial arts masters have a strange temper. If he speaks casually, it may make people look down on others.

Especially Zhuo Lingfeng's martial arts is superb, but he wears tattered clothes, saying that he is a normal-tempered person, but he doesn't believe it.

With this hesitation, the long swords of the four Taoists pierced several inches in front of Zhuo Lingfeng.

But Zhuo Lingfeng's internal energy is profound, no matter how distracted he is, how could he be plotted against by a small character.

Feeling the cold wind blowing, they waved their palms casually, and the four Taoists suddenly felt an extremely strong palm wind coming, which was unstoppable, and they all flew back together.

But as soon as Fang retreated, he raised his strength again, advancing and retreating, attacking and defending, secretly legal, it seemed to be a set of powerful formations.

Seeing this, Zhuo Lingfeng didn't fight back, but twisted left and right in the formation, no matter how fast the four swords were, they all missed.

The long-bearded Taoist turned around, pulled out his long sword from under the tree, and joined the battle group, and the power of the Taoist formation was even stronger.

The God of Carrying the Tripod and Wufengquan saw that the five Taoist priests were alive and well,
They may be able to fight alone, but if they are two against five, they are definitely not opponents.

But seeing Zhuo Lingfeng's handsome figure, he was obviously capable of doing anything, but after thinking about it, they couldn't figure out how there was such a young master in the Jianghu?
Zhuo Lingfeng accompanied a few people through more than a dozen moves, and then felt that it was meaningless. This body was able to perform martial arts smoothly.Seeing the five swords coming, the big sleeve flicked suddenly.

All the Taoist priests felt the gust of wind hit their faces, and everyone's breath was blocked, and they couldn't breathe, let alone draw their swords.

Zhuo Lingfeng's long sleeves swung lightly, and his feet seemed to be on pulleys. He circled around very quickly and slapped the "Mingmen Point" on the back waist of five Taoist priests.

He spat lightly with his palm, and the internal organs of the five people seemed to have been displaced, and they were all limp and paralyzed on the ground in unspeakable sadness.

This "Mingmen acupoint" is where Hand Shaoyang, Foot Shaoyin and Sanjiao Yu intersect, once it is subjected to gravity, it will lose all martial arts, just like a cripple.

The five people who were still fierce and fierce not long ago are all lying on the ground moaning at this moment, their faces seem to have become fine winter melons, turning green and yellow.

The God of Carrying the Tripod and Wufeng Fist also had expressions of astonishment and terror on their faces.

A gust of wind blew in, and the two couldn't help shivering. They were also people who often traveled around the world, and they had never seen someone with such high martial arts.

Except for the Taoist with a long beard, the five Taoist priests were very powerful, and said with pain, "Who is Your Excellency, and why are you so cruel?"

He knew that his martial arts were abolished, which was three points worse than killing them directly.

Zhuo Lingfeng gave him a sideways look, and stretched out his hand to swipe the long sword in the long-bearded Taoist's hand.With a whoosh, the long sword jumped into his hand.

This long sword had a dazzling cold light, and its brilliance circulated. Zhuo Lingfeng knew at a glance that it was a magic weapon that could cut iron like mud.

For me, this thing is like a tiger with wings added.

Just used to kill more Tartars!

He saw the two seal characters "Xuan Yuan" on the hilt of the sword, flicked his fingers, and said in a voiceless tone, "The treasure is dusty, for the sake of this sword, I will spare your lives! Get out!"

With a sword in his hand, his whole body seemed to suddenly become full of energy. Even though he was clothed in coarse linen and looked sloppy, he couldn't hide that kind of graceful and sharp spirit, just like the champion in literature and the supreme in martial arts.

The long-bearded Taoist struggled to get up, and said in a deep voice: "I am blind, and I fell under the hands of an expert, so I understand."

He paused, and said again: "It's just that you are young and handsome, and you must be from a famous family. We are all under the command of the fourth prince of the Great Yuan Dynasty. It's not worth it for you to do this?"

Zhuo Lingfeng knew that he moved out of the backer to scare himself.He smiled coldly and said, "Then go and tell your masters that I, Zhuo Lingfeng, specialize in killing Tartars!"

As he said that, he swung the long sword in his hand, picked it up behind the long-bearded Taoist, and picked up the scabbard.

With a sound of "铛", the long sword returned to its sheath and thrust into his waist.

This "Xuan Yuan Sword" is the precious sword of Master Huo Zhenren. They came to do great things, so they were given.

Unexpectedly, he was taken away by force, but the long-bearded Taoist was very sensible, no matter how unwilling he was, he dared not speak again.

I had no choice but to support each other with the four senior brothers, and walked towards the horse, thinking that if I could go back, I would tell the master that with the support of the fourth prince, I am not afraid that this Zhuo Lingfeng will go to heaven and enter the earth.

"Horses and people can only walk the same way!"

Wu Dao had just walked in front of the horse, and when he heard Zhuo Lingfeng's words, he couldn't stop cursing: "We have lost all our martial arts, how can we escape without a horse?"

They all knew that they were destroying Yun Wancheng. The Shenyingmen must be arresting themselves. Is this the same way to let themselves die?

For a while, the five of them wanted to wipe their necks, but in the end they felt that life was better than death, so they gave up their horses and limped out of the woods.

"God Carrying the Tripod" and "No Wind Fist" clasped their fists to Zhuo Lingfeng and said, "Thank you, Zhuo Yingxiong, for saving your life!"

Zhuo Lingfeng waved his hands and said, "You two are welcome."

The God of Carrying the Tripod clasped his fists and said, "Is Zhuo Yingxiong going to the Baizhangping party too?"

Zhuo Lingfeng pondered for a while and said, "I don't have an invitation card."

The tripod-carrying god laughed, slapped his chest and said: "Hero Zhuo is so skilled in martial arts, this trip will surely add luster to the League of Heroes, and my two brothers are willing to be your guarantors."

Zhuo Lingfeng also decided to visit this group of League of Legends.

The three of them pulled away all five of the Taoist's horses, and let them go on the road along the way.

In less than half an hour, they arrived at Baizhangping, and there were a lot of people and horses gathered. Pingzi faced mountains on three sides, and a dark pine forest on the other side. A yellow mud road was neither wide nor narrow. Footprints of people and horses.

It was past noon, and the meeting time was over.

Someone checked the name cards, and the tripod-carrying god and Wufengquan showed the name cards, and the three entered the forest.

I saw a tall wooden platform in the center of the ping. On the wooden platform stood an old man in his fifties. He wore a square scarf, a eagle nose and a wide mouth, and a thick black beard. Embroidered light ink landscape, a big eagle spread its wings and claws in the clouds, looming, it looks very majestic.

The God of Carrying the Tripod introduced to Zhuo Lingfeng: "This is the Sky-Eyed Eagle King Yunwan Chengyun."

Before Zhuo Lingfeng could speak, a few people came over,

People from all corners of the world gathered together, and many of them were acquaintances. Both God of Carrying the Tripod and Wufeng Fist were well-known figures. Many people knew them, and they were busy saying hello.

Zhuo Lingfeng didn't know anyone, and he didn't want to deal with people in the world, so he walked to the side, leaned on an old pine tree with his arms folded, and decided to see what martial arts people in this world look like first.

Yun Wancheng stood on the stage, anxious and worried, because his eldest disciple Jin Fei and his son Yun Shu hadn't arrived yet, and the three old friends of the "Three Wonders of the South Heaven" hadn't arrived yet. To, for fear that something might happen to them on the road.

As the head of the Condor Eagle Sect, he was well informed and knew that many heroes who came to the meeting were killed or injured on the road.

So he sent his eldest disciple Jin Fei and his son Yun Shu to lead the troops to arrest the assailant, but no news has come yet.

And the "Three Wonders of the Southern Sky" are not out of date, which is really worrying.

But he also knew that the important event of forming an alliance could not be delayed because of a few people, so he immediately waved his hands and everyone fell silent.

Yun Wancheng moved his dantian with luck, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone has worked hard from afar, and Yun has lost his support, and I feel ashamed. But I have wanted to fight Hezhou for ten years!

At the beginning when Huaian was angry, Tianjiao stepped down from the banquet, which was really earth-shattering.It's a pity that the virtuous king was driving a crane, and he didn't know where he was going. The Tartars deceived me that there was no one in the court, and they resolutely mobilized their horses and horses, and they became Nantu's heart again. "

Although Zhuo Lingfeng is not very familiar with the Kunlun world, he also knows that the King of Huai'an he is talking about is Liang Wenjing, the father of the protagonist Liang Xiao.He should not be dead now, but his wife and children are hot on the bed.

When Yun Wancheng said this, he paused for a moment, and then said: "This time, the tartars have recharged their energy, and if they don't come, they will be fine, and if they come, they will definitely be thunderous.

Although we are reckless people, we were born and raised in Song Dynasty.May I ask you all, can you watch the Tartars destroy our cities, destroy our land, trample my fertile land, and slaughter our people? "

His words were resounding, and the blood of all the heroes surged up, and they all shouted: "No!"

Zhuo Lingfeng was deeply touched by this sentence. After the Mongols ruled the Central Plains, they were divided into ranks, and the Han people became the lowest class.

Ordinary people's names are all numbers, which is extremely bad.

"it is good!"

The word Yun Wancheng was spit out like a thunderbolt, stifling the shouts on the field.

"Bring the wine!"

With a wave of his hand, dozens of brawny men, naked to the waist, brought ten tanks of fine wine and put them heavily on the ground, splashing all over the place, and the intoxicating aroma of the wine permeated the air.

Yun Wancheng cut his middle finger with a knife, and dripped ten drops of blood into ten jars respectively.All the heroes followed suit and cut their fingers.

At this time, three riders came galloping, it was Yun Wancheng's eldest disciple Jin Fei, who dismounted from his horse and rushed to the front of the stage in a few steps.

Yun Wancheng raised his eyebrows upside down, and shouted sharply, "Why did you come here?"

Jin Fei panicked, and immediately bowed down and said, "Master, I forgive you, it's only because the incident happened suddenly and it was too late."

Yun Wancheng frowned, and wanted to ask for details, but because there were too many people, he hesitated, and a white-haired old man beside him smiled and said: "Forget it, there is a reason for the incident, old Diaoer, don't worry about it. I watched Jin Fei grow up, he has always been down-to-earth in his words and deeds!"

Yun Wancheng smiled bitterly and said, "Old brother, don't pamper him. We're still forming an alliance now. If we go to war, if it's delayed for a while, won't it delay the military opportunity?"

The old man smiled and said, "It's just that you have a strict family style, and the old man can't see it. Well, well, if you want to beat or kill, I don't care."

This old man's name is Fang Lan, he has a close friendship with Yun Wancheng, and he has a very high status. Once he speaks, Yun Wancheng has to sell his face, so he can only sigh: "Okay, where is Yun Shu?"

Jin Fei was very surprised and said: "What? Junior brother hasn't come back yet?"

Yun Wancheng snorted angrily, and said, "Don't wait when it's over, don't wait if you don't come!"

The blood is over, and the top ten tanks of fine wine are rippling red.

Jin Fei led the disciples of the Divine Eagle Sect to scoop up blood wine and distribute it to everyone.

Yun Wancheng was the initiator, held the wine to the sky, and said in a clear voice: "Today, here, Yun Wancheng swears an oath to the sky, and with this humble body, we will defend the Great Song Dynasty, and we will die with the country as long as we live!"

He read a sentence, and all the heroes followed.

Thousands of people uttered their voices in unison, and their anger rushed to Xiaohan.

Seeing the momentum, Zhuo Lingfeng couldn't help but nodded.

No matter what, this kind of blood is the foundation of a nation, no matter how many dangers it experiences, it will not perish.

After the oath was completed, Yun Wancheng said: "Now that the alliance is completed, a leader must be elected..."

Before he finished speaking, someone said: "I recommend Hero Yun as the leader of the alliance." Everyone immediately agreed.

But Yun Wancheng waved his hand and said, "Brother Fang has a high moral character and is well-known all over the south of the Yangtze River. Regardless of martial arts popularity, he is above Yun..."

Fang Lan rolled his eyes and shouted: "Come on, in terms of popularity, I'm on the same level as you. When it comes to martial arts, hey, you can just open your eyes and talk nonsense."

Yun Wancheng shook his head and said, "Mr. Yun has little talent and virtue, even if my elder brother fails, the martial arts world is so big that there are still capable people."

The white-haired old man sneered and said: "You mean Nantian Sanqi, the three of them have always been loose, and this time they are openly late, which is already chilling. They are the leader, and the old man is the first to refuse!"

Everyone knows the "Three Wonders of the Southern Sky", each of which is a first-class master in the world.

It is rare for one person to fight alone in the Jianghu, and it is even more formidable for two people to join forces, so there is a saying called "three wonders in the south sky, full two invincible". "

Yun Wancheng shook his head and said, "Yun is the initiator, so he can't claim a big position."

Suddenly someone shouted: "That's all right, the two will compete to win the commander, whoever is the most powerful will be the leader of the alliance."

Someone laughed and said: "My Great Song Dynasty is a state of etiquette. How can I learn from the Mongolian Tartars? We can only use our strength."

The person in front protested: "We are all rough people who practice martial arts. We are not competing in martial arts, but writing and painting?"

Most people in the Jianghu are good-natured people. Hearing this, he laughed and shouted: "Yes, it's a martial arts competition."

The white-haired old man scolded with a smile: "It's up to you, anyway, old man, I won't be fooled. If I win, I'll pick a hot potato. If I lose, I'll be ashamed."

Yun Wancheng heard the uproar on and off the stage, and couldn't help worrying: "Such a commotion is like child's play. How can this mob get on the battlefield?"

Zhuo Lingfeng also saw the problem. These people fought alone with the Mongolian soldiers, and they won it all.

But in the army formation, it will be smashed to pieces.

It is not a good strategy to use them on the battlefield.

Just as I was thinking about myself, I suddenly heard four muffled "Kalala", fast and urgent, like the sound of cannonballs.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw that the four old pine trees that were hugging each other were cut off for some reason.

Then, as if being pulled by a huge force, the pine trees were broken and piled up like a stack of nines to form a tree wall about two feet high, blocking the yellow mud road in the forest.

This scene shocked everyone inexplicably.

All of a sudden, a huge black tiger appeared on the top of the tree wall, its green eyes were beating like will-o'-the-wisps, with a person in its mouth, its head bowed, and it didn't know whether it was dead or alive.

A man in black clothes seemed to be dyed with ink, as if growing on the back of a black tiger. He was not tall, but he had an indomitable aura.He has deep eyes and a high nose, his face is as white as paper, and his eight-character eyebrows are like two long swords, from thick to thin, and his castration is fierce.

Zhuo Lingfeng's heart was also trembling, he thought: "This person's martial arts are so advanced, he must be Xiao Qianjue!"

He was thinking that if he wanted to shake off these four thick trees, he could do it, but he couldn't do it as quickly and neatly as he did. This should be his unique skill "Heavenly Object Blade".

While thinking, the black tiger jumped again, fell from the top of the wall to the ground, and walked over slowly.

Wherever the black tiger went, the crowd gave way. The black tiger walked to the front of the stage and stopped suddenly.

The man in black floated to the ground, his eyes shot into the crowd like two cold lightnings.

Fang Lan laughed loudly and said, "Xiao Qianjue, are you here all right?"

Although Zhuo Lingfeng had already guessed the identity of the visitor, he heard him say it himself.

All kinds of information popped out of Xiao Qianjue's mind.

Every era has amazingly talented people, and Xiao Qianjue is one of the most brilliant people in this era.

He is also one of the top masters in the Kunlun world.

Self-created in the Black Water lineage, he is a generation of martial arts masters, known as "the black water is surging, sweeping the world."

He has the "Heavenly Object Blade" in one hand, and he turns Qi into a weapon, which is invincible, and his martial arts are so high that it is rare in the world.

The only ones in the world who can compete with him are Gong Yangyu, "A Feather in the Sky, Eternal Clouds", Shi Tianfeng, "Donghai Arsenal", Zen Master Jiuru, "Vajra Walker", and Chu Xian, "The Second Sword in the World". Flow, wait for a few people. (end of this chapter)