Picturesque landscape

This waist badge left his hand several times and was taken back several times.

When Xia Shang took the waist badge from the old man again, he realized that it would be difficult to throw it away.

This old man seemed to know a lot of things, but it was not clear whether he knew everything?

For example, did he know who killed Liu Xun?

"Come, come here." The old man asked Xia Shang to come closer, "Look at these towering mountains, what do you feel?"

Above the head, there are overlapping mountains, and layers of clouds and mist lingering in between. Although the scenery in the eyes is limited, it can make people inadvertently think of different scenery hidden in farther and higher places? It may be fertile fields, it may be stormy waves, it may be mountains and hills...

The mountains and rivers are fascinating and yearning in this infinite imagination.

"The mountains and rivers are like a painting."

This is Xia Shang's answer.

The old man smiled and shook his head, still unsatisfied. He turned around, put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky, whispering softly: "It is my country like a painting."

There was no decisive and firm domineering power, nor was there any unquestionable affirmation. Just a few plain words, like talking about family matters, or chatting with friends.

But these simple words gave Xia Shang an indescribable shock.

He finally admitted it!

He is really the emperor!

The emperor!

This is a person that Xia Shang has never imagined so far. He always thought that he would be far away from the emperor if he was away from the capital, and even that he would never have anything to do with the royal family in this life.

Xia Shang has never thought about winning the world. He is in a high position. All he wants is to make some money, protect his wife, and raise a bunch of children. That's enough.

Who would have thought that he had only been in this era for a few months, and the emperor would stand in front of him alive and say so many words to him.

Unbelievable!

"So this is the emperor?"

Xia Shang's thoughts were a little erratic.

To be honest, the emperor in front of him was very different from what Xia Shang had imagined.

Before meeting the emperor, I always thought that the emperors in ancient times should be majestic without anger, arrogant and domineering.

But the one in front of him was completely different, kind-hearted, amiable and calm. Although he was noble, he did not show any hostility, just like an ordinary old man.

Before meeting the emperor, Xia Shang more or less maintained the arrogance of modern people, always thinking that it was something to be proud of that he had so much knowledge that the ancients did not have, and that he was more advanced than everyone else.

But now Xia Shang knew that he was wrong, and very wrong.

No matter what era, if you don't stand high, you will never have the vision of a superior.

Although this emperor was plain and amiable, he was clear-minded and clear-eyed, as if there was nothing he didn't know. And there were thieves behind him, but he was still indifferent, as if these minions were not in his eyes at all!

How big a heart does it take to cultivate this kind of domineering and self-confidence that is not revealed in one's expression?

At this moment, he behaved like an ordinary old man, but this fear was more frightening than those emperors who seemed arrogant and majestic on the surface. It was like a dark abyss, and no one could see through him.

…

The situation at the mountain road intersection had been deadlocked for a long time. Several more people in white came from the foot of the mountain. One of them was the young master surnamed Feng who killed the first person.

This person had a high status among the people in white.

All the people in white saluted respectfully along the way.

This person seemed very impatient. Before he arrived, he could hear his angry voice: "What are you guys doing dawdling?"

A man on the mountain turned around and spoke, his voice trembling: "Master, this... this person is a little weird!"

As he said that, he pointed to the kind old man who was blocking the way.

When Young Master Feng came up and saw it, his pupils shrank.

He also felt that the old man in front of him was a little strange, but he didn't feel that he knew martial arts. He just felt that he had an indescribable suffocation when he stood in front of him.

Mr. Feng was different from other white-clothed men. He thought he was a martial artist. What did he care about?

"A bunch of useless trash, who cares who he is? Kill him first!"

After saying that, he shook the folding fan in his hand, unfolded it and threw it out.

The small folding fan flew and spun in the air with a turbulent flow, making only a strange "woo woo woo" sound, and the two floating leaves that happened to be on the way were instantly shredded.

This fan was not special at all, it was just an ordinary fan, and the power it showed was all driven by Mr. Feng's internal force. It would be impossible to do this without the foundation of cultivation since childhood and absolutely deep internal force.

This move was very powerful. Not to mention a fallen leaf, even a living person could be beheaded in an instant.

The fan was so fast that it was in front of the old man in a blink of an eye. Everyone shrank their pupils, and only the old man could react.

Although the old man behaved normally, he was definitely not an ordinary person and could not be easily dealt with.

But he never expected that even when the fan was in front of him, the other party did not react at all. He was still hunched over, lowered his head, and his clothes were old and out of shape.

Could he really be an ordinary person?

While he was in doubt, he heard a "puff" sound!

The fan hit the old man's chest directly!

But the expected blood splashing did not happen. Instead, the fan fell apart, and pieces of paper scraps flew in the air, turning into butterflies, adding a bit of romance to the tense scene.

Who still had the mind to appreciate the flying paper scraps?

All the people in white clothes felt a little shocked!

The fan hit the old man, but it didn't affect him at all. Even his clothes didn't wrinkle a bit, but the fan was wrinkled.

The key point is that he didn't see the other party use any true qi to defend himself from beginning to end.

"This... this..."

Where has Master Feng seen such a situation?

In an instant, he felt cold from the soles of his feet to his forehead. No matter how this old man did it, the other party was definitely a powerful character that was indescribable.

At least a powerful person in the Peiyuan realm!

However, before Master Feng could come to his senses, the old man not far away laughed softly.

"Hehe... Hehe..."

"Hehe... Hehe... Hehe..."

Hehe!

One word, one sound, but it brought thousands of changes.

All the people in white in front of the old man felt something was wrong. The laughter was normal at first, but it was a bit unbearable later.

Sometimes sharp, sometimes low, sometimes long, sometimes short...

You never know what the next syllable he will say will be!

The old man smiled, maintaining a special rhythm.

After a few breaths, some people began to cover their ears.

Gradually, more and more people began to cover their ears, revealing painful expressions.

"Heh..."

"Heh..."

The ghostly laughter could not be dispelled, repeating over and over again.

Even Master Feng gradually felt uncomfortable and covered his ears uncontrollably.

After a few more breaths, one of the white-clothed people suddenly howled miserably, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly his seven orifices burst, blood flowed, and he fell into a pool of mud and died on the ground.