The liver produces the strongest player

Chapter 345
It was already late at night, and there was heavy snow outside the window.

In a study room with many bear puppets, Shen Xi is holding a big bear baby in his right hand, drinking coffee in his left hand, and can even use his mobile phone.

Then post a video in the group.

National Ranking Master 1 Group

In the northern part of the Xia Kingdom, the snow was falling like a mat. A young man was wearing thin clothes, holding his sword and breathing.

"Ding dong ding dong ding dong..."

He picked up his mobile phone, glanced at the messages in the group, and looked at the sword mark that opened between the sky and the earth, his eyes suddenly focused.

He quickly moved his fingers like flying and sent a message.

@沉曦, are you sure there are no special effects added to this video?

This kind of thing may be able to be done by the strong who condensed the giant spirit soldier, but it is absolutely impossible to be so natural.

Kyoto.

A young Taoist priest in a Taoist robe drank tea by the window and glanced at his phone by the way.

"puff!"

I almost spit out the tea in my mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

He quickly typed in the chat box and sent it.

"what's the situation?"

in the chat group.

"Is this sword mark really unclaimed?"

"The guy from Yijinglou isn't in the group now, so he's from there, right?"

"Impossible, the group of people in Yijinglou who can only sneak attack can use this level of sword intent, I will cut off their heads."

"……do not know."

"You said, will our Blue Star have local masters?" A member of the group asked weakly.

"..."

"???"

"Aren't you awake, buddy?"

"Then who are you talking about?"

"No way!" Everyone was dumbfounded.

……

The next day, a large number of discussion posts appeared on the Soul Supporter Forum.

[Accidental or accidental, who made this sword? 】

[Sword scars appear in the sky of the small town. Is it a master of the national list, or a hidden powerhouse? 】

[A shocking sword, so far no one has claimed it! 】

Some of the most popular posts even surpassed one million hits in a single day.

……

At this time, Jiang Yang was drinking coffee in the corner of the cafe near the villa area, with an old book on the table.

He read quietly, calmly.

Sometimes it's good to read outside, after all, it's too deserted at home.

It is still snowing outside today, and it is heavier than yesterday. Looking out through the glass wall of the cafe, the street outside is covered with snow and has turned into a whole white world.

Jiang Yang thought about what happened yesterday.

After Shen Xi came, some spirit bearers came here one after another, but their cultivation level was too different from his own, so it was impossible to notice anything.

He was thinking in his heart, when he saw Shen Xi yesterday, her palm...

There is a sword intent, that is his own sword intent.

It seems that in this city, besides Lao Zhou, there is another person who understands his own sword heart.

It's a good thing, right?

He smiled and raised his head. A blue butterfly was flying in the sky outside the window, and then flew in the sky above Jiang Yang's head.

I have stayed in this world for a long time, and it is time to travel again.

He closed the book, paid the bill, and walked back.

……

Si Chenzong, the morning light was warm, Jiang Yang pushed open the window, the bamboo forest was blown by the breeze, and there was a rustling sound.

This time Jiang Yang brought a lot of things from this world, including the "Crimson Blood Splitting Armor" and some materials for refining elixir.

At the beginning, it was packaged from Jiangxia and put in the present world, and now it is packaged again, which really saves a lot of trouble in transportation.

As for some books obtained from Lao Zhou in this world, these things cannot be recorded on the character panel, so they cannot be brought over.

But with Jiang Yang's memory, it would be great to write again.

Although with Jiang Yang's ability, he can browse the 3D images in his mind, but reading is not just for reading.

He fetched a pen and paper, and rubbed the ink away.

A wolf hair brush was stained with ink, and a faint fragrance of ink spread in the room.

Just as Jiang Yang was about to write, the ink pen in his hand stopped in mid-air again.

"What should I write first?" He hesitated for a while.

He thought in his heart that he didn't need eloquent principles, nor did he need mysterious ancient books and classics.

The way to understand the heart is only sincerity.

Therefore, a question needs to be clarified in his mind.

Why sincerely.

He thought for a while, then wrote:
To deceive others is to deceive one's own heart, can one's heart be deceived?
Because of the long-term writing of talismans and seals, Jiang Yang can write characters with ease.

The morning sun shines on the white paper roll along the window sill, with black and white writing, square and round, as you wish.

He looked at the words on the scroll, thinking silently, thoughtfully.

At the same time, there was a sound of brisk footsteps coming upstairs.

"Young Master." Mu Yao's voice came from outside the door.

"Please come in." Jiang Yang was full of thoughts, and only answered casually.

Mu Yao pushed the door and entered, and she saw Jiang Yang standing by the window sill, the sunlight passing through the bamboo forest, shining on the desk on the window sill, and also on the latter's face.

Holding a pen in his hand, he stood still and meditated.

An air of Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi emerged spontaneously, and Mu Yao couldn't help but stand in front of the door.

"Son..."

Jiang Yang withdrew his thoughts, came back to his senses, and looked at Mu Yao: "Jun Yao is here, what's the matter?"

Mu Yao was startled and regained her composure. She stared deeply at Jiang Yang. She felt that the demeanor of the other party had completely changed after only one day of separation.

"Young master, you?"

"What's wrong with me?" Jiang Yang touched his face.

Seeing Jiang Yang looking over, Mu Yao blushed slightly: "I just feel that the young master is very different from the past."

She Shi Shiran stepped forward and was a little surprised when she saw what Jiang Yang wrote on the paper.

"Is this the son's name?"

She was happy in her heart, and her heart was really a good word: "I didn't expect the young master to be so elegant."

Jiang Yang smiled and said, "It's just that I have realized something recently."

He then looked out the window, thoughtful.

She looked at Jiang Yang's expression again, and said hesitantly, "My lord, do you have something on your mind?"

Jiang Yang sighed slightly: "No one knows me better than Jun Yao."

He looked at Mu Yao and said, "Does Jun Yao know that Song Huai'an is not my real name?"

Mu Yao was stunned for a moment when she heard the words, and then her beautiful eyes turned, and she responded, "Jun Yao also thought about it, it may be inconvenient for the young master to use his real name when he travels in the rivers and lakes."

She looked at the words written by Jiang Yang on the table, and thought to herself, is it possible that the young master is uneasy because of this matter?
Mu Yao hurriedly stepped forward, and softly comforted: "My lord, you don't need to be disturbed by this."

"Then..." Jiang Yang sat in front of the window sill, thinking for a while, "I want to restore my original appearance here, can Jun Yao accept it?"

Mu Yao looked at Jiang Yang with some surprise: "What is your original appearance?"

She immediately realized: "Young master, is there a disguise?"

Jiang Yang nodded slightly.

Mu Yao was obviously quite surprised by this, she sighed lightly, thinking that the young master is walking in the rivers and lakes, and he is also a person descended from the gods, so naturally he has to be cautious everywhere: "Young master is willing to do this, because the young master trusts Junyao, how could Junyao not willing?"

Jiang Yang was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect the other party to answer him like this. He said, "Maybe I'm plain-looking?"

"Young Master, what do you think of Junyao?" Mu Yao said righteously, "Young Master has repeatedly sacrificed his life to save him. Whether it is Junyao, the two junior sisters, or the entire Si Chenzong, they are all grateful to Young Master. Even the mother, Now I also look at the young master with admiration."

"What Junyao and everyone care about is the young master, not a name or anything else."

Jiang Yang thought it was reasonable, and took a deep breath: "Junyao, come with me."

……

Outside the small bamboo forest.

In the distance is a vast expanse of medicine fields.

The nearby lake is like a mirror, and wild flowers are blooming on the shore of the lake.

Jiang Yang took a handful of lake water and washed his face, revealing a youthful face.

The boy's skin is fair, and he is no longer as sick and weak as he was back then. He has practiced external skills and has plump muscles.Sword eyebrows are flying, eyes are like lightning, yet sharp.

The internal strength is warm and nourishing, the skin is delicate, and the spirit is as rich as jade.

He really looks like a handsome young man.

Mu Yao covered her mouth and was speechless for a long time.

(End of this chapter)