The Epic Battles of Dream Mountains and Seas

The False Saint Tian Zhu has escaped and returned to the mortal world, and the human race faces another cataclysmic disaster...

Chapter 1: the hero saves the beauty In the year of fengshenji 320, Nanling famine, the summer noon, under the Boulevard, in the Lushan Mountain. Two young people accompanied each other. The former traveler was twenty-five years old. He was luxurious in clothes, burly in body, long in square face, good-looking, with a three foot long sword hanging on his waist and a wind swinging folding fan in his hand. The follower should be the retinue of the person who is going ahead, about sixteen or seven years old, medium-sized body shape, beautiful facial features, wearing a green and white jacket, because the weather is too hot, a button on the front of the cloth is not tied, open-minded, with a lot of things on his body, holding half a fruit in his hand, and carrying a small black pot behind him. The young man walking behind raised his hand to wipe his sweat, "uncle, you don't have to walk so fast. We can get back to Yunyang city before noon tomorrow." Hearing the voice, the boy in brocade clothes turned around and saw that the boy in cloth clothes was grinning at the fruit. He frowned and said, "I'm not familiar with it. Throw it away." "It's OK, you can eat." the cloth boy quickly walked a few steps to keep up with the Royal boy, "ah, uncle, what method do you say zhenhun League will use to pick people?" "I don't know," said the young man in Royal dress, "don't eat, don't eat, and throw it away quickly. I look at it and it's sour." The cloth boy chewed two more, and then he threw the fruit away. "The third master is the Lord of the city. How can they choose people without telling the third master?" "They haven't arrived yet," the young man of royal clothes squints, "why do you want to go?" "The town soul alliance is not equal to leisure, and people like me can't look up to it." the cloth boy shook his head. The young man in brocade clothes coughed twice, "Ji Chou, you are also Ji's lineage. How can you be ashamed and belittle yourself? You should know that if you were born to be a man, you should have a lofty ambition..." Seeing that the Royal boy was going to talk to him again, Ji Chou quickly took off the water bag at his waist and handed it to him, "Ai Ai, uncle, drink water, drink water." The brocade clothes young man was helpless to shake his head, took a sip of the water bag, saw that he was sweating, he said, "you said that it's only five days from Lanxiang bookshop back to Yunyang, you have to make a pot on your back, are you looking for your own guilt?" "You must have been picked away by zhenhun League this time. We will not go back to the orchid bookstores. We won't live there anymore, and the things there will be stolen sooner or later," Ji Chou said. "Besides, we have to use it on the road. You can't eat cold food and drink cold water." "You're my nephew, not my schoolboy," the young man sighed and shook his head. "If you let others see you like this, people who don't know the truth think that after your parents died, my father and I were harsh on you." "OK, I know. Let's go." Ji Chou urged. "Don't make a sound." the brocade clothes youth raises the hand side ear. Ji Chou also listened carefully, "it seems that someone is calling for help?" "It's not a rumor that there are always mountain thieves in the mountain," the young man nodded slowly "It seems to be a woman," said Ji Chou. "More than one person, when it is two women, listen to the voice, not very old." said the Royal youth. "What to do?" Ji Chou asked. "The people who practice martial arts are chivalrous. How can they stand by when they see injustice? They think that the two weak women are attacked in the mountain, and they are lonely and helpless..." Ji Chou took back the water bag from the brocade man and urged him, "uncle, you can save quickly. After a while, the mountain bandit can make rice. You don't have a chance to save the beauty." Listening to Ji Chou's words, the brocade man didn't make a long speech. He put away the folding fan in his hand and began to organize his clothes. "Ah," Ji Chou sighed anxiously, "when is it going to be? You're still thinking about it. I'll go to see it first." Ji Chou said, and ran forward. Because he carried a lot of debris, he ran jingling. The voice is hundreds of feet away. Ji Chou is running from the small and medium-sized path of the mountain, listening to the movement in front of him. The call for help has been continuing and has not stopped. This shows that the mountain thief has not succeeded. If he does succeed, the woman will not be able to call again. "The evil thief of heaven, don't be fierce." when Ji Chou ran, he shouted loudly, so that the mountain thief could know that someone was coming. Sometimes, the loss of women's innocence is only in half an instant, and it can be half an instant earlier and half an instant later. In fact, Ji Chou's shouting is superfluous. He carries a pot and a bowl on his back, as well as a few cooking utensils, which jingle and clang. The mountain thief has known that someone has come. After turning a mountain bend, he came to the site of the incident. The scene on the scene made Ji Chou take a breath of cold air. There were more mountain thieves than he expected, there were seven or eight. There was an old couple lying on the ground, with different heads, and they were dead. The living ones should be two sisters, surrounded by the mountain bandits in the middle, no way forward, no door back, caught in the left hide, torn in the right flash, scared, pear blossom with rain, now it's bareback and bareback. At the same time that Ji Chou saw the mountain thief, the mountain thief also saw him. He was still wondering what was tinkling and came over. He could see it clearly when he got close. After a short period of consternation, he laughed loudly. "Haha, I have a black pot on my back. Are you begging or escaping?" the mountain thief asked with a smile. "You alone?" another mountain thief asked. "Just now you were shouting the evil thief of heaven killing?" the mountain thief laughs. There were seven or eight mountain thieves. Ji Chou was a little scared. He didn't have Reiki cultivation. He only knew some Kung Fu. He didn't have weapons on his body. So many people, I'm afraid he couldn't fight. And Ji Haoran, the little uncle, was even worse. Although he boasted that he was beautiful and chivalrous, his martial arts were ordinary, even worse than him. Now that the wood is finished, I can only shout, "you have killed and killed. The retribution has arrived. My uncle will come soon, and you will die." At the end of the speech, Ji Haoran came slowly from behind. He was still serious at first. He was stunned by the scene in the scene. Ji Chou thought that Ji Haoran was afraid because of the number of people in the other side, but when he looked at it, it was not right. This guy was looking at the two young women who were not fully dressed. Ji Chou was sad and helpless, unable to laugh or cry. He grew up with Ji Haoran, and he couldn't understand what he knew about this little uncle any more. He wanted face, loved vanity, and spoke highly of great truth. In fact, he didn't pull down the same problems that young people should have, but it's not right to say that he was hypocritical, because Ji Haoran is still very good, at least for him. It's said that he knows his son Mo Rufu, and Ji Dongyang, the Lord of Yunyang City, also has a headache about his own unique seedling. In order to temper his impulsive and swashbuckling temperament, he specially sent Ji Haoran to the Lanxiang library to meditate. The Lanxiang library is not a school or a private school, but Ji Dongyang's summer resort. Usually there is no one. Ji Haoran can't stand loneliness, and he's almost mad. Also, before he went mad, Ji Dongyang released a letter bird to let him come back to participate in the selection of zhenhun league's disciples. What Ji Chou said before was that his uncle was coming. The mountain bandits thought that he was such a powerful figure. They had never thought that he was also a hairy boy. He was not several years older than Ji Chou. When he arrived, he ignored them, but stared at the two young women. "Hello, boy, what do you see? You want to rob, but these two young ladies are ours." the mountain thief at the head is a beard, and the hand is a ghost knife. Hearing the cry of the mountain thief, Ji Haoran came back to his senses. He quickly turned his head and looked at his whiskers, his face was serious, and he just said, "poor two weak women who have no power to bind the chicken. You have such a strong hand, and there are six bruises and injuries all over the body." "You look at it carefully. There are still two heads on the ground. Why don't you look at them?" he said Hearing the words of the head of the thief, two mountain thieves came out of the group and waved a long knife to get close with a grim smile. "Ji Chou, what do you do with a spatula and a knife? Move to the side. Ji Haoran is fearless. "Uncle?" Ji Chou's left hand spatula and right hand kitchen knife. He didn't have the right weapon, so he had to improvise. "Back off." Ji Haoran said. "Good, uncle, you can leave them to me when they have finished cleaning up. Don't be tired of you." Ji Chou slowly stepped back, and he knew Ji Haoran too well. If the other side went on together, Ji Haoran would not be able to beat others at all. Seeing two mountain bandits approaching with a grim smile, Ji Haoran said, "heaven has the virtue of living well. You are now confused and repentant. Maybe there is a glimmer of vitality." After listening to Ji Haoran's words, he was annoyed and annoyed by his beard, waved his hand again and again, and urged eagerly, "but his mother's annoying me, quick to die, quick to die..." The