On the Qingdu River, a huge koi fish occasionally jumped out of the water and fell back into the river.
Fifty or sixty people in the rivers and lakes who survived the catastrophe, even if they saw the white-clothed man and the gray-clothed monk go away, did not make a sound for a long time, lest they fly into trouble, until the young Taoist priest turned around and made a joke, everyone was panicked and respectfully returned the salute, when they heard that the Taoist called himself Wudang Li Yuaxe, the group was even more thunderous, following Wang Chonglou and Hong Xixiang after the new head of Wudang, Wang Chonglou recognized that he was a late bloomer, and gradually entered a better state in the cultivation of the Heavenly Dao, until he cultivated the rhubarb court.
As for the immortal Hong Xixiang, riding a crane down the Yangtze River, going to Longhu Mountain with a sword, and driving straight out of Tai'an City, all of them are mysterious deeds that the gods also envy.
And Li Yuaxe, as the youngest head in the history of Wudang Mountain, God knows if the future achievements will be as high as Tianmen Li Yuaxe looks elegant, the root is extremely high, and treats people and things, but it is approachable, and the Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain has a high eye above the top, and is talking to people, Li Yuaxe looked festive, apologized, and turned to a middle-aged Taoist who did not know when he landed on the bank of the Qingdu River and said: "Why is Uncle Xiao Wang here?"
Sword idiot Wang Xiaoping looked at the east, and said with a solemn expression: "This crazy monk's murderous aura is too heavy, very similar to the Demon Sect Liu Songtao that Senior Brother Song said, I just want to confirm it."
If this is really the case, Wang Xianzhi is reluctant to go out of the city, Deng Tai'a is already going to sea to visit immortals, Cao Changqing is busy with the restoration of Western Chu, Gu Jiantang, Chen Zhibao and others, as loyal ministers of the temple, will not make a move, Li Beware of making a move once, most likely will not stop again, two hundred and sixty miles ahead is the Shangyin School Palace, I have to come. ” Li Yuaxe said guiltily: "It's the jade axe that doesn't measure itself, which makes Uncle Wang worried." ” Wang Xiaoping, who was also a rejection on the mountain, smiled unprecedentedly, walked slowly along the riverside, and said earnestly to the young master beside him: "It's okay, this is the responsibility of Wudang Mountain."
The little junior brother said that ordinary martial arts practice and strive to be alone, but the cultivation of people in my generation is like carrying a mountain climber, and the little junior brother can pick up the martial arts on one shoulder and the heavenly path on the other.
The palm teaches you to have good roots, similar to the little junior brother, and the temperament is naturally close to him, but you also need to think more about the true meaning of this statement.
Now that the incense of Wudang Mountain is at its peak, chasing the scene hundreds of years ago, the more you can't just look up at the people in the sky, after all, the little junior brother's cultivation is indeed unfathomable, but how to cultivate is even more important. ” Li Yuaxe said softly: "Uncle Wang's words have been recorded. ” The breeze on the river is gusting, the quaint Taoist robe is shaking, and the sword king Xiaoping is more like a kendo immortal, the sword idiot stopped, and said with a smile on his face: "If the little junior brother listens to my nagging, he must have a good beard and pat the horse a few words, so that he can have the cheekiness to go to my purple bamboo forest to dig winter bamboo shoots, or cut bamboo to make fishing rods, and teach, you still have to learn from your little uncle's lazy scoundrel."
Although Wudang Mountain has a heavy burden on his shoulders, he can not violate his heart, how to be comfortable and how to come.
Those of us who are uncles and uncles don't have the ability to do anything, and we have more than enough strength to do so, so we can only let the little junior brother take care of you more, in fact, I don't say it, I haven't been happy in my heart for so many years. ” Li Yuaxe's face changed slightly, Taoist practice has pursued the autumn of the world when a leaf falls, and the spring of heaven and earth when a sprout sprouts.
Wang Xiaoping got straight to the point and said: "But although the strength is insufficient, but also should be a share of strength to bear a burden, this is also natural, if the man in white can't stop the crazy monk, ten will collide with that person, since I promised the little junior brother, I should also stop it, I have been crazy about swords all my life, but I have never felt that the sword has been out of the sword, there has been a hearty artistic conception, the last time I handed out three swords outside Shenwu City, I have a lot of understanding, before watching Xu Fengnian at the bottom of the lake, it is the stone of other mountains can attack jade, this crazy monk, can sharpen the way of the sword for me, if the skill is not as good as people, the sword is broken, you don't need to worry about it, Wang Xiaoping is a well-deserved death. ” Li Yuaxe said in a trembling voice: "Can Uncle Xiao Wang allow the jade axe to be counted as a hexagram?"
Wang Xiaoping laughed and swept away, "Today's release, Wang Xiaoping will die for life." ” Li Yuaxe sat on the riverside dejectedly, even if Li Yuaxe can downplay his own life and death, he can't downplay the life and death of others, this is the big cage.
The painting of the ground as a prison in Langtuo Mountain and the withered sword of the Wu family sword mound have the same effect, which is nothing more than the word self-satisfaction, but Wudang Mountain has never been like this.
The sledgehammer of Buddhism breaks the attachment, but it can be obsessed with breaking the attachment, and it is already in the phase, and it falls into the inferior class.
The Taoist cultivator asked for the Tao, Li Yuaxe used to ask himself that he had been born in the Heavenly Gate, and after passing the Heavenly Gate, how did he say that the world is bitter and the immortals are happy.
Li Yuaxe's face was clear, looking at the surging river with yellowish water, there were several romantic characters in history, there were immortals, Buddhas and sages.
The place where the husband stands, the family, the country and the world.
The river wind was strong, the river water slapped on the shore, gently soaking the Taoist robe and shoes taught by this Wudang young man, and the pile of tourists in the distance, among which the swordsman who was borrowed by the mad monk Liu Songtao with a sword did not come back to his senses for a long time, and cried with joy, roaring loudly, wishing that everyone in the world knew that the strange monk and demon had borrowed a sword from him.
Liu Songtao borrowed a sword at one time without warning, and this person's status in the rivers and lakes suddenly rose, and several senior bigwigs in the rivers and lakes took the initiative to move closer to him and say some polite greetings.
Li Yuaxe turned a deaf ear, a bright red river carp somehow jumped out of the river, into the arms of the young Taoist, really responded to the couplet of a small Taoist temple on Wudang Mountain, the fish Huaitian is lively, and the people are vulgar and cool.
Li Yuaxe held the carp, looked down at the koi fish jumping in his arms, was stunned, and suddenly smiled, "Poor Li Yuaxe, you and I have a great fate, I hope you don't want to be greedy and take the bait, become the diner's plate Chinese food, if everything is true, you can practice."
You and I encourage each other, the path of fellow practitioners. ” Li Yuaxe held the carp in both hands and gently threw it into the river, "I hope to have the opportunity to meet again in hundreds of years." ” The micromachine by the Qingdu River is mysterious, a person and a carp have made a covenant for hundreds of years, and a collision thirty miles away is only full of blood.
Luoyang, who sacrificed a spiritual object brought out from the tomb of Emperor Daqin, did not stop it once during the thirty-mile journey, but directly fell thirty miles away from the Qingdu River, completely wanting to succeed in one blow, which shows his conceit as the first demon of Beimang.
The crazy monk staggered, running wildly all the way, occasionally a few pedestrians heard the useless song that felt ridiculous and discarded for the first time, looked up and looked again, it was already a few miles away, Luoyang stood proudly, the long-bearded fish dragon was surrounded by her, the dragon wall was flipped, she was stabbed in the heart by the bastard who thought she had succeeded, and fell into the river trough, but Luoyang turned back and returned to the mausoleum that had not seen the light of day for eight hundred years.
Where do you know that Luoyang skillfully opens the mechanism, goes down, there is no hole in the sky, there are countless talismans engraved on the ground, from the ancient monks to spend their efforts on the superior handwriting, when the world of the Qi Practitioner Grandmaster saw it, he also admired that it fit the way of heaven, two fish and dragons around a coffin for nearly a thousand years.
After Luoyang left the tomb of the Great Qin Emperor under the Yellow River, he secretly went to the Arctic Ice Field, just in time for the opportunity for the big fish of the Northern Underworld to turn into Peng.
Tuoba Bodhisattva once whispered to the empress that when he took down that weapon, it was the day when hundreds of thousands of Tuoba pro-army iron hooves went south.
In this way, Tuoba Bodhisattva was furious, not to mention, even the empress who was originally blue-eyed to Luoyang was angry, the spider web in Li Mibi's hand, dispatched a hundred to catch the dragonfly and thirty fluttering butterflies, not to mention, except for a willow, all the six rods and double cocoons, but also poured out the nest, and Li Mibi personally deployed all the details of the hunt and killed Luoyang, which was bound to win.
It's a pity that Luoyang killed all the way to the capital of Beimang, and that time it was all the way to the border, and even went around in a circle halfway, and deliberately went to Li Mibi, who was escorted by heavy iron riding and iron armor, saw him from afar, and what Luoyang did was more than Liu Songtao walking in the rivers and lakes a hundred years ago.
It's just that this secret history is far away in the rivers and lakes of Liyang, and I don't have a chance to hear about it.
Liu Songtao did not lift the sword, the long sword of ordinary material was suspended in the air, walking side by side with him.
One day among the land sword immortals, known as nothing in the world can not be used as a sword, but the real sword in hand, whether it is a bamboo sword, a wooden sword or an iron sword, it is a completely different momentum.
Especially in the battle of the same realm, it is even more incomparable to have a sword in your hand and no sword.
The sword is a spiritual object, otherwise the essence of the Wu family's sword will not be the Ruyi sword fetus, the sword caster casts the sword, the sword embryo is only the first layer, and the sword fetus is the most important key.
I don't know which predecessor laughed at the master's move, just like two shrews in silk brocade clothes fighting, both want to tear each other's clothes, but the silk clothes are dense and strong, made of thousands of threads, the reason why the swordsman can become a glamorous line of the rivers and lakes for thousands of years is equivalent to a shrew with a pair of scissors in her hand, tearing up the clothes can get twice the result with half the effort, if it is bare hands, you have to break up the tight satin with a fist, and loosen the silk wisps, one of the four great masters of the previous generation, Fu Jiang Hongjia is not in the three religions, But with the Donkey Kong realm physique and the perception of the celestial realm, and wearing talisman armor, it is tantamount to wearing the thickest clothes between heaven and earth, the vigor of the human cat Han Mink Temple lies in his stripping of the cocoon, not only in the fact that he can tear a pair of King Kong physique, but also cut off the resonance between the master of the celestial realm and heaven and earth.
One product and four realms, for the martial arts outside the three religions is undoubtedly climbed in turn, the finger Xuan is lower than the celestial phenomenon, the gap is far greater than the King Kong finger Xuan two realms, the latter two realms in the people kill each other, there is no shortage of cases, Han Mink Temple can kill the celestial phenomena with the finger Xuan, so that he is comparable to Deng Tai'a's finger Xuan, but unfortunately with the death of the human cat outside the Shenwu City, his practice method has not been inherited by no one to inherit the mantle, becoming a swan song, no matter what the character of the human cat is, it is regarded as a big defect in the world.
Top masters, especially first-class masters, often have a sense of regret for their lives, and there is far more competition than desperate fighting.
The white-clothed Luoyang is obviously a hard-won exception that never seems to cherish the realm, the Beimang Empress fought Tuoba Bodhisattva under her nose, Deng Tai'a fought outside Dunhuang City, the chess and sword Yuefu battle was the fourth Hong Jingyan in the world, and the Tuoba Bodhisattva was fought again on the back of the North Giant Fish in the Extreme North Ice Field, all of which were tactics that even the opponent had to fight for his life without exception.
This time was no exception.
Two by two.
Luoyang let Liu Songtao pass a sword through his palm and slapped him on the forehead with a palm.
The two of them each retreated a few feet.
Luoyang's sword-blocking arm drooped, dripping blood.
Liu Songtao was bleeding from all his knots, and it was not comfortable.
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The long sword shattered, and the ichthyosaurus beside Luoyang also collapsed.
Luo Yang glanced at the middle-aged monk who was no longer crazy, retreated, and said calmly: "I will pick you up a sword a hundred miles away." ” Liu Songtao smiled and gasped, and the blood flowed into his body, like a sword returning to its sheath.
Striding forward, stepping over the scattered broken swords and condensing into a finished sword, this time with the sword in hand.
There was a city a hundred miles away, and Luoyang, dressed in white, stood under the western wall.
The man comes to the sword.
A sword aura was as thick as a mountain.
By the time Luoyang stood still, it was already outside the east wall.
This city was torn in half by the sword qi and Luoyang, the city wall was torn, and the dust was everywhere on this east and west line.
A shopkeeper selling rouge gouache stared wide-eyed, demented-stared at the messy shop that had been split in half.
One is in the backyard of a private house with a friend to be elegant, around Cooking wine to enjoy the lake scenery, only to see the lake shaking, the courtyard wall cracked, the pavilion collapsed with hindsight, and everyone's mink hats were blown to the ground by the strong wind, looking at each other.
A boy with a slave was wandering around the street in fresh clothes and angry horses, and even the men and horses fell into the ravine, and the men and horses wailed, and the servants thought that they had seen a ghost in the daytime, and they cowered, and did not dare to go to the ravine to save people.
Liu Songtao, who was outside the west wall, laughed loudly and ran along the cracks in the cracked wall, "Where is it enough to destroy the city with one sword, and then destroy the country with another sword."
Luoyang stroked the body of an ichthyosaurus that had come out of thin air and smiled slightly.
Fuer enters the city.
"Roll" She kicked Liu Songtao, who had entered the city together, back outside the west wall.
Luoyang stood in the center of the town, dressed in white.
Liu Songtao's body was bent like a bow outside the west wall, he straightened his waist and stood slowly, his eyes were a little cloudy, like a jar of liquor that had been cellared for many years, giving people a hard shake, and the scum at the bottom of the altar was floating again.
Liu Songtao shook his head, hurried into the city again, came to a north-south street in the city that was cut off by the east and west, near the bottomless ravine, there was a woman with a flat face sitting on the side of the road, with palpitations, looking around, and found a small hairpin that was loosened from between the sideburns, and was about to bend down to pick it up, she was a small family, and the hairpin was a beloved object that she had accumulated for several months to buy broken silver, and if she lost it, she would not feel distressed for a long time.
She suddenly saw a hand to help her pick up the little hairpin, looked up and saw that it was a man in monk clothes with a gentle face, the robe was dilapidated, so poor that she couldn't afford to wear shoes, she was timid and shy, and her face was red for a while, and she was at a loss, and the monk with a clear face smiled, handed her back the hairpin, and murmured, "Back then, she pinned her hairpin between my hair buns, and made fun of my little hairpin Chengsideburns so delicate." ” In the eyes of the woman, the strange monk stood up and said blankly: "It's a pity that you are not her, and I am not me anymore." ” Liu Songtao, whose eyes were in a trance, exhaled a long breath, and there was no sword in his hand when he lowered his head.
That year, when he saw her late, he put her shirtless body in his bosom, and he stripped and wrapped her in it, and then carried her back to the deer.
Liu Songtao reached out and tore off a sleeve, his wrist flicked, and a sword was in his hand.
He smiled at the woman, "See how the sword is for her." ” Where did the woman who had experienced such a thrilling scene be frightened, nodded stupidly, and wanted to cry.
Liu Songtao burst into tears, hoarse and laughed: "Back then, the three of them were free together, Zhao Huangchao did not live up to you, and you lost Liu Songtao."
Liu Songtao has a negative chase for Lushan, but only you. ”: