Campus belle's cultivation master

Xilu, Qingzhou.

Snow from the sky has paved the mountains with silver. The leafless trees shiver in the cold wind.

Standing at a high altitude overlooking the vast land, but see an ice covered river, like a winding silver dragon, extending to the East, gradually disappear at the end of the field of vision.

This is the most famous river in Xilu. Because of its gentle flow and clear bottom in summer and autumn, it is called Qingjiang River.

The Xilu people regard it as the mother river, and there is a proverb well known to women and children

Drink Qingjiang water, and be a member of Xilu.

At this moment, Yang Xueqi is standing on the Bank of Qingjiang River, which is thousands of miles away from the ice. Her figure is straight and slender, and her pretty face is flawless.

Her thin body is facing the cold wind of hunting. She takes a deep breath of the cold air of winter. Her white and tender hands show her nervousness. And that pair of beautiful clear peach blossom beautiful eyes, is closely fixed on the opposite Tiesuo bridge.

The bridge, called Xuanying bridge, has a history of more than 500 years. The cable suspension bridge is 104 meters long and 5 meters wide. It is fixed by 24 iron chains and connected by both sides. It has tens of thousands of iron rings and weighs more than 80 tons.

This bridge is a famous historic site in Xilu, but everyone present today did not expect that this place would become one of the important battlefields of the first deer fighting war and become famous all over the world in the future.

Lin Zixuan's battle with the shadow bridge and the ice breaking of the vast sea will also become a landmark event in the history of modern Xiuzhen.

Yang Buhui, the head of the Yang family, is a bridgehead. Around him are two heavenly masters who have made friends with the Yang family in the West Lu. Behind him are hundreds of martial arts strongmen who stand in solemn and high morale.

The Dongyi demon hunting group, like a group of wild animals, rushed to the Yang family of Xilu at Lingyan villa in Youzhou. In a short period of time, three Huajing and hundreds of Neijin were all the fighting power that the Yang family of Xilu could gather.

"Master Yang, I heard that the Dongyi demon hunting regiment is extremely powerful. I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle today..."

"Alas, I only hope that the strong men of other clans in the world will hear the news and come to the rescue as soon as possible to stop these Dongyi beasts to the north of Qingjiang River."

"Every family sweeps the snow in front of their own door, no matter what other people's tiles are covered with frost. There are many families in the Chinese cultivation world, but they fight for each other. I'm afraid it's difficult..."

Listening to the conversation between the two friends of the Heavenly Master beside him, Yang Buhui's hand under the sleeve of the robe suddenly clenched tightly, and his tight cheek was slightly blue.

At this time of life and death, the Yang family in Xilu is facing a big enemy. Will anyone really be willing to stand up and help the building collapse?

"In any case, today's battle, the Yang family of Xilu will not retreat!" Yang Buhui secretly made up his mind, and a touch of perseverance rose from his eyes. He turned his face and looked over the bridge with solemn eyes to the ice covered Qingjiang River.

On the silvery white ice, a hole about one meter in diameter was cut to expose the cold and clear river water. Under it, swimming fish can be seen shuttling, enjoying themselves.

An old man with a bent waist, wearing the most common coarse linen clothes, was sitting next to him with his knees crossed. Under his jaw, his white beard floated with the wind, and his thin fingers were holding the fishing line, fishing leisurely.

Yang Buhui frowned slightly, raised his hand and called his niece Yang Xueqi to the front. He said in a deep voice, "there will be war here soon, and we are all doomed. You go and ask the old man to leave, so as not to hurt the innocent. "

"Yes." Yang Xueqi pursed her lips and gently bit her head.

She whirled through the forest of hundreds of martial arts strongmen on the spot, quickly stepped down from the bridgehead, and then jumped down the river embankment with light action, and soon came to the old man's side.

"The old man." She leaned down slightly and said politely and respectfully, "before long, there will be a conflict here. Maybe many people will die. You are old. Safety is the most important thing. Go home early. "

The old man in hemp clothes grinned and shook his head indifferently. His wrinkled face inadvertently showed his arrogance: "little girl, if you look at the world, you have never heard of anyone who can take my life."

Yang Xueqi turned her little mouth gently, and her eyes could not help showing some dissatisfaction. However, she was patient and stepped forward: "old man, today is different. You may not know what our real identity is..."

She shuddered and her voice stopped abruptly. Then, with her beautiful eyes widened and her ruddy mouth slightly open, she stared at the thin fishing line that the old man held between his fingers and dropped into the bottom of the water.

It's not a fishing line made of ordinary material, but it's made of spiritual power, as fine as hair.

To be able to mobilize spiritual power out of the body, to use familiarity, attainments can be called the peak. Is this seemingly ordinary old man a famous master of heaven?

The old man in hemp clothes glanced askance and said, "is that right?"

"You... You are..." Yang Xueqi gently took a breath of air-conditioning, the white tender hand holding her knee suddenly tightened, and her beautiful voice faintly changed its tone.

As soon as she bent her knee, she wanted to kneel down and worship: "I have no eyes, I don't know Taishan. I dare to ask your name!"

"Well, you don't have to be so polite." The old man in hemp clothes raised his hand, and suddenly his strength surged. He almost held her up and couldn't kneel down. "I just passed by here. I heard that there was a good play, so I stayed to see the fun. You're free to fight. You don't have to pay attention to me. Go back! "

Yang Xueqi's back suddenly tensed and looked at his wrinkled old face in disbelief: "the old gentleman's meaning is not to help the Yang family resist the enemy together?"

Watching? Nearly ten thousand innocent people were slaughtered in the seventeen clans in the north. The Yang family in Xilu is about to become the next battlefield, and I don't know how many people will die for it. Now the invasion of foreign enemies, smoke everywhere, you are the old master of the Chinese cultivation world, still interested in here leisurely watching?

"Well?" The old man in hemp clothes shook the fishing line in his hand, and his face showed a look of discontent. "What is your Xilu Yang family? It's also worth my help? "

Yang Xueqi's lips suddenly pulled: "Mr. old man, the Dongyi demon hunting group is marching south in a large scale. This is an alien invasion. Even if it's not for the Yang family in Xilu, even if it's for the country and the people, you shouldn't... "

"Hum, what kind of bullshit depends on the country and the people. I'm a martial artist and I'm dedicated to my cultivation. Why do I need a family?" The old man in hemp clothes shook his head indifferently and sneered, "whether the Chinese or the Dongyi people are just a group of mole ants, what if they die? I helped the demon hunting troupe destroy the Yang family in Xilu today. Who can help me? "