Outside the mouth of the gorge is the pinnacle of the world's martial arts, and more than ten miles upstream of the battlefield on the bank of the Guangling River, the thatched hut is missing the Taoist priest who still owes the villagers more than a dozen peachwood swords, and there is only one muddy monk left, when Wang Xiaoping folded his hands on his knees, quietly watched the water and died, the mad monk also took off the dilapidated robe that accompanied him all the way from Landa Mountain, and put on a clean shirt that Wang Xiaoping had only been entrusted to buy at the market two days ago.
The monk touched his bald head, then stretched out his hand and plucked a reed leaf from the reeds by the river, and floated into the river, where he stepped into the river and stepped lightly on the reeds.
A reed down the river.
Several ships went upstream, a wave of unsettled waves and waves, only to see the hearty battle of the two immortals, and happened to see the current picture, they were a little shocked to the point of numbness, are wondering what kind of luck is bumped into today, it is simply a generation of immortals, but such a brain all came out, is it so worthless that the hidden world master is so worthless The reed leaves went out of the gorge and floated to the center of the river, and the useless monk who was no longer wearing a robe looked left and right, first glanced at Wang Xiaoping, and then glanced at the old Taoist, his expression was calm, and he took a step across, and his body quickly sank to the bottom of the river.
The water at the bottom of the Guangling River is turbid, the light is dim, and looking for people and things is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, but he still accurately fell a few feet in front of the purple clothes.
Liu Songtao stared at the woman in a daze.
The reason why the old Taoist on the shore who insisted on cultivating loneliness left Longhu Mountain was originally to see her dying side and push forward, and the reason why she cultivated in Longhu Mountain was also an unspeakable secret that few people in the know.
A hundred years ago, the three of them traveled through the rivers and lakes hand in hand, he was not a monk of Landa Mountain, he was the ninth generation of the sect leader of Zhulu Mountain, and he was the most dislike of the demon sect master of Zhulu Mountain in the past generations.
And that person is not the current guest of Longhu Mountain, he is the fourth prince of the Liyang royal family who is recognized as not a prince and is better than a prince, and the four are outstanding in terms of merit, learning, martial arts, and talent, as for the coquettish woman who finally has a bleak background, there is no posture that captivates the country and the city, and there is no unavoidable background of a wealthy valve, but Liu Songtao, who walks the rivers and lakes incognito, just likes her, but she falls in love with the handsome boy named Zhao Huangchao, Liu Songtao doesn't mind this, the three of them go together, there are two of them, Where in the world she couldn't go, watching her beloved woman smile at other men, Liu Songtao didn't feel so sad.
But when he returned to Zhulu Mountain, and then went out of retreat, he heard the bad news that Zhao Huangchao had created single-handedly, and he silently went down the mountain, and now he is helping people to collect the body, to put on her clothes, and carry her back to the mountain.
Sword in the snow 24 Liu Songtao chased the deer for the last time, killed countless famous people who sold their reputations, killed countless high-powered princes and celebrities, and after the killing, every time she turned around, she always felt that she was standing there laughing.
Liu Songtao looked at the woman in purple who was her and not her, and burst into tears.
Liu Songtao stretched out a hand, trying to hold the big purple horn that gently floated with the water at the bottom of the river, and slowly retracted his hand, his body began to float, breaking through the water, and dragonflies on the river water, laughing and singing loudly.
The surface of the river is like a drum, and it is clattering.
"Heaven and earth are useless, and they do not enter my eyes.
The sun and the moon are useless, and they cannot be together.
Kunlun is useless, if you don't come, just me.
Compassion is useless, and sanctimoniousness is uncilified.
Pure and useless, the sleeves are empty.
The river is useless, and there is no return to the east.
Wind and snow are useless and cannot be warm.
The grass is useless, and it withers when it is a year old.
Cause and effect are useless, they are all definite.
The rivers and lakes are useless, and the two forget each other" Liu Songtao bowed his head like a Buddhist and sang, like a madman striking a sad song, swept to the shore, looked down at the Wudang sword idiot who was smiling and going to death, and took away the part of the domineering that no one in my eyes looked at the world, moved his lips slightly, and folded his hands to see off the swordsman.
Liu Songtao opened his eyes, looked around, then looked at the sky, and laughed loudly: "It is useless to participate in Zen, what kind of Buddha to become?"
At the same time, Liu Songtao's shoulders shook, his pale face flashed, and then he glowed with a purple and gold complexion that only a monk who has attained the Tao and attained Bodhi in Buddhist classics.
With that flick of his shoulders, the Sect Master of Zhulu Mountain seemed to want to shake off a heavy burden that he had been carrying for a long time.
The old Taoist Zhao Huangchao squinted his eyes, his face was gloomy, he had calculated that Wang Xiaoping's peachwood sword that had been leading but not triggering, seemed to carry a heavy burden, and went west to Wudang Mountain in Beiliang with a sword.
You, Liu Songtao, who has been hiding in Landa Mountain for a hundred years, also want to mix in this troubled water Zhao Huangchao hesitated, but in the end, he still didn't immediately stop the invisible thing that Liu Songtao forcibly shook off.
Before Liu Songtao moved forward, he looked back at Zhao Huangchao, who had been entangled in grievances for a hundred years.
The two looked at each other.
Liu Songtao sneered: "Even women are not as good as a hundred years ago, and even more so a hundred years later, what is the immortality of Zhao Lao Thief" 24 in the snow Zhao Huangchao, who once went out of his body and rode the dragon to Kuanglu Mountain, was silent.
It was Zhao Huangchao who half pleaded and half-forced the real people of the Heavenly Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain, set down the Jiao altar, and invited the three modern ancestors to nail him to the devil with thousands of miles of heavenly thunder, although he did not kill Liu Songtao, but he also succeeded in making this demon sect leader silent for a hundred years.
Liu Songtao no longer paid attention to this old ancestor who the current Zhao family knew well but did not dare to admit it, and ran wildly to catch up with Wang Xianzhi who was walking on the shore.
He walked out of Langtuo Mountain and came to the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains, Li Beware of the Two Zen Temples blocked the way, the white-clothed Luoyang stopped the way, Zhao Ningshen, the reincarnation of the first ancestor of Longhu Mountain, blocked the way, and countless top heroes of the rivers and lakes stopped him.
This time, it's he's going to get in the way of others.
Wang Xianzhi still walked unhurriedly, Liu Songtao soon caught up with the city lord of Emperor Wu City, who was more than forty years younger than him, and seemed to be walking side by side, Liu Songtao actually swam against the wind, and his feet did not touch the ground.
Wang Xianzhi didn't turn his head, and said calmly: "It's not what it used to be, a hundred years ago in the rivers and lakes, Liu Songtao could be the first person who deservedly beyond, a hundred years later, not to mention someone's swordsmanship, the living Deng Tai'a swordsmanship is slightly better than you."
You're going to stop me."
Liu Songtao said with a smile: "Isn't it a good thing that the rivers and lakes are suitable, and the new atmosphere of the new generations is new?"
Wang Xianzhi was noncommittal.
Liu Songtao looked into the distance and continued: "As for what you think in your heart, I hope that the rivers and lakes under your feet will prosper for a hundred years and immortalize for a thousand years.
It's not that Liu doesn't know, it's just that a generation has a generation's life, and he can't force it.
Like those lobbyists and travelers who were crisscrossing in the Great Qin Dynasty, everyone was like a dog traveling far away, where could they have thought that the later wealthy lords were lined up, and they were destined to become a cancer in the eyes of future generations and future generations.
The good in the eyes of you Wang Xianzhi alone may be the great evil of others, you have won the rivers and lakes of several generations with the power of one person, are you not satisfied, honestly ascend to be your heavenly immortal, and give future generations their own way, it is not a bad thing.
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You may want to say that Wudang Li Yuaxe is more than you, but after all, he is a member of the three sects, and he has only just entered the WTO, as for Xu Fengnian, he has a special identity, and he is very different from you, how can he generalize" Wang Xianzhi sneered: "Eating the leftovers of Huang Sanjia, helping Huang Longshi to fight for the tiger, relying on the identity of the reincarnated celestial, it really makes sense Wang Xianzhi doesn't believe in this truth, if there is a heavenly reason, then I have to wait until I ascend before I have the mood to listen to it." ” Liu Songtao smiled and said: "I have heard a lot of rumors about you these days, and I and Gao Shulu four hundred years ago, when I saw the world's masters, I hurt the killer, it is not the same, whether it is good or evil, you rarely kill the killer."
Sure enough, the Tao is different, and they don't conspire with each other. ” Wang Xianzhi snorted coldly, "Xu Fengnian's hard work to save a good cultivation, rather than wasting it under the iron hooves of Beimang, it is better to fight with me in a dignified manner, and after all, there are still people in the rivers and lakes who remember him, the king of Beiliang."
Otherwise, with the bullshit virtue of the Liyang Zhao family, don't say that the history will leave a name for eternity, even if it is a private compilation of wild history, he will not dare to mention a few words. ” Liu Songtao frowned and asked: "Don't you worry that once the Beimang Iron Cavalry breaks through the northwest gate and breaks into the Central Plains in a big way, even if it is only ten years of wolf smoke everywhere, how many people will die will not be much less than the Spring and Autumn War."
Wang Xianzhi said calmly: "The world is divided and united, what does it have to do with me?"
Liu Songtao said with emotion: "Didn't Huang Longshi say a word, is it the responsibility of the rise and fall of the world?"
Wang Xianzhi sneered: "Playing with your lips and tongue, saying a few good words, others don't talk about him, you Liu Songtao also thinks it's really useful, if you were in the immortal class a hundred years ago, after I ascended, I would be the first to knock you out of the world." ” Liu Songtao was not angry, after a moment of silence, there was amazement, laughter, admiration, and for a while he had mixed feelings, he forgot to go against the wind, but he didn't dare to speak out, but said in his heart: "What you Wang Xianzhi wanted, I know." ” After ascending, I, Wang Xianzhi, personally sat in the gate of heaven and did not let the heavens interfere with the world, but the martial artists in the world could still ascend.
So you, Li Yuaxe, are simply painting snakes Wang Xianzhi didn't stop, and the words came into Liu Songtao's ears from afar, "Since you have already prepared the momentum, if you want to block the way, you don't have to worry about the injury of the sword." ” Liu Songtao silently recited a good word, floated forward again, crossed Wang Xianzhi, and stopped dozens of feet in front of him and turned around.
Keep your head down and fold your hands.
Liu Songtao's expression was free and easy, he was really relieved, and said to himself: "Hide in Langtuo Mountain, survive, and see the person you think about in your heart after a hundred years."
It's time for Liu Songtao to be pious and offer a stick of incense to the orthodoxy of Buddhism. ” A statue of the Bodhisattva fell from the sky.
Lies between Liu Songtao and Wang Xianzhi.
This is Liu Songtao's way of blocking.
Falling sword pose.
Bow to a stick of incense and drop the Bodhisattva sword.
Wang Xiaoping, Liu Songtao, Sword Immortal and Sword Immortal.
Wang Xianzhi subconsciously glanced up at the sky, as if remembering that there was no one he owed in his life, and then turned his head to look at the place where someone was buried.
Liu Songtao kept clasping his hands.
So the solemn appearance of the Buddha and Bodhisattva in the sky landed in the world without stopping.
Wang Xianzhi clenched his fists, staggered them in front of his chest, and took a heavy breath.
The law phase landed, from far to near, endlessly, and intensified, and a net of heaven and earth had been laid around the old man in Mai.
Wang Xianzhi stepped down with two feet on the left and one on the right.
There is no one in the world, so what is this?
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