As the sun set in the West and the shadow of the moon flowed eastward, the clouds in the sky gradually turned red. Yang Xuan stood in front of a pile of stones, next to a huge bird skeleton.


    "Invincible in the world? In the end, it''s not a handful of loess. There''s no one to die. Why bother?" Yang Xuan shook his head sadly.


    Yang Xuan looks back on drinking and farting with Dugu Qiubai and imagining the future. Yang Xuan once said that Dugu Qiubai has no future. What''s the future after death.


    Yang Xuan pulls Feng Qingyang over and points to the stone pestle that seeks defeat alone. "Open your eyes and have a look. If you are lucky for more than ten years, if you are not lucky for a few years, you will be like him."


    Yang Xuan was suddenly stunned, shook his head and said, "no, no, no, you are different from him. At least there is a bird to collect his body. You? You don''t even have a bird."


    Feng Qingyang lost his temper directly. He was hated by Yang Xuan on his way here, not once or twice. "I said, you''re almost OK. I''m an old man. You die every day. It''s unlucky to talk about it."


    "Cut, superficial." Yang Xuan took out a jar of wine from the storage space and piled it next to the stone pestle with three fragrant columns. After spontaneous combustion without fire, it was inserted in front of the tomb of seeking defeat alone.


    After receiving the incense, Feng Qingyang knelt down. His identity is different from Yang Xuan. Yang Xuan is a friend who seeks defeat alone, and even his predecessors. Naturally, there is no need to kneel down. Feng Qingyang is just a junior who seeks defeat alone, and even because of his excellent martial arts, he needs to kneel down to show his sincerity.


    "I''ve been living here for a while. I''m tired of running recently."


    "Are you tired? I don''t think you''re tired at all."


    "Not physically tired, but mentally tired."


    Yang Xuan and Feng Qingyang went to the cave where they lived alone. It was already dead, dilapidated and full of weeds.


    The palm gently pressed on the ground, and the whole stone room suddenly changed. It was much cleaner, but there was no change in the bed and table. Yang Xuan didn''t want to change here.


    "You sleep here today?"


    Feng Qingyang nodded with satisfaction, much better than his broken hole. "What about you?"


    "I told you, I don''t sleep in the same room with men unless I can''t help it." After Yang Xuan said that, he took honghou and set up a tent next to Dugu Qiubai''s grave. When Yang Xuan rested leisurely and competed with the breeze every day, the whole Jianghu was not peaceful. First Linghu Chong made waves in the Jianghu, and then he was seriously injured and transported to Shaolin. The evil cult saint was imprisoned in Shaolin. Countless leftist figures in the Jianghu went to help.


    Let me return to the Jianghu.


    The sun moon cult besieged Shaolin.


    Nun Dingyi, the leader of Hengshan Mountain, was killed by a mysterious man


    Dongfang was defeated and died, and let us take over as the leader of Riyue Shinto.


    Of course, in a few days, Yang Xuan would buy local specialties from different places, even some delicious food just out of the pot, and secretly send them to Ning Zhongze when Huashan people didn''t know. Although Ning Zhongze tried to refuse, when did he meet such a tangled person.


    She has high martial arts and haunts. She is particularly afraid of being discovered by her senior brother. Although Yang Xuan and herself have been innocent, sometimes who can tell such things.


    Yang Xuan also has his own principles. He doesn''t like to pry other people''s corners, but It''s not too much to pry into the corner of the eunuch.


    In a short time, Yang Xuan finally lived in the tent with clothes to reach out and food to open his mouth. In his spare time, he sat on the edge of the cliff for a few days and nights without sleeping. He looked at the distance in a daze. Of course, sometimes he would give directions to the downwind''s martial arts.


    Swordsmanship is only a God, not a God. Yang Xuan is a living God. It is not as simple as sprinkling water to guide all human martial arts.


    However, Yang Xuan believes that any move, weapon and equipment provide him with more powerful power. In short, it is an amplifier, but the most important thing is his strength.


    If an amplifier can be increased by 100 times, if its strength is 1, it is only 100. If it is 10, it is 1000. What a big gap.


    I don''t know if Feng Qingyang has ADHD. I can''t calm down at all, and the internal skills of Huashan sect are not good. It''s too bad.


    That morning, Yang Xuan made a waterfall falling from the sky with Shuidun, washed his body clean, and kept soaping.


    Yang Xuan''s body is not too much to say that it is a divine body. When one day the body is completely deified, it is almost immortal, free from dust and dirt. Even if it doesn''t take a bath for a year, it won''t be dirty, but Yang Xuan''s habit still feels that it is the cleanest after taking a bath.


    "A big man takes a bath every day for half an hour. Alas, it''s too troublesome." Feng Qingyang took a small cage in his hand and ate happily while mocking Yang Xuan. This is the way to get along with friends in the main world he learned from Yang Xuan.


    "Why don''t you take a bath every ten days and a half months like you? Aren''t you afraid of lice? It''s disgusting." Yang Xuan dislikes Tao quite.


    Yang Xuan really couldn''t stand that ancient people didn''t take a bath for a long time.


    "I often take a bath in summer, but it''s different in winter. It''s easy for evil winds to enter the body."


    This sentence made Yang Xuan grasp the handle and immediately laughed "Look, I told you that internal skill is very important, right? I don''t care about ordinary people. As a Wulin expert, you should be the first in the world in the Jianghu. With such strength, you dare not take a bath in winter? It''s not too bad. If you have deep internal skill, you can dry your body with internal skill even after taking a bath in the frozen river in winter."


    Then the waterfall disappeared, and bursts of steam came out of Yang Xuan. As soon as he put on his clothes, he was a white, tender and clean handsome boy.


    "Pack up and get ready to go."


    Feng Qingyang, who was eating a small cage bag, was surprised and asked, "what''s the matter? It''s very good here. You see, it''s good to have food and beautiful scenery."


    "Brother, you can eat and drink from me. What do you mean? Almost go back and pull. In a few days, the Wuyue sword sect will merge and elect the Wuyue alliance leader."


    Feng Qingyang''s eyes narrowed. Although he had no intention of Jianghu affairs, it was related to his sect. How could he be calm.


    "Hum, the Huashan sect has nothing to do with me."


    Yang xuanjie said, "it''s useless to drown those who will drown and kill those who are stubborn. It''s interesting for you to cheat others and yourself. If you care about the sect, you care about the sect. Is it humiliating to care about your own sect?"


    "Hum, I''ll see how Yue buqun handles it. If the martial arts of Huashan sect leaks, I have to kill him."


    When Yang Xuan was about to flash, suddenly a message jumped out of his mind.


    "What''s the matter? I''m not willing to go?"


    "No, I suddenly thought of an important thing." Before the voice fell, Yang Xuan went to the place where he sought defeat alone and buried his sword.