Xiaoxian Valley

A masterpiece of ordinary people's books + no gold fingers + fragments of magic weapons + exciting plot + online IQ + spiritual recovery + no impetuousness + implied character trend + reasoning + weirdness + sometimes relaxed + sometimes tense and exciting + pleasant joys and sorrows] - Misty Forest! The autumn wind was bleak, and the mist had no mercy on the people admiring the scenery. The path was not yet halfway through, and no passers-by were seen. Gradually leaving his clothes and straw sandals, he stood on the side of the stone bridge, hanging a three-foot broken sword on his waist. He drew the sword and wiped it. The sword trumpeted the dragon and the silver light sang. A leading man crossed the bridge sideways, holding a wolf fang. "Feeling desolate, meridians and bones diseased" "I'm even more annoyed by the shameless appearance"! " "..."! "How the night is, the night is still young, The stars are bright and the river is desolate! ". An old man with white hair held a wine gourd behind him, drinking and chanting. The white-haired monk said sadly: "We will disappear, all sentient beings have no single mind, and there will be no continuation of the disaster." "This place has been rising for ten thousand years, and has been ridden by demons for three thousand years. It has been more than six thousand years, and it has fallen here in a few years. "I'm sorry, old man. "At that time, we were in a different world, and we had no time to think about our faults. We were weak and slaves, and we didn't follow the rules of the crowd. "The old man whirred. The old man walked away from the side of the bridge and gradually turned away from his eyes. He waved his head and said: "A sign of death for man! ". "What does it have to do with me? I am neither here nor here"!