The gates of heaven are wide open Faintly you can see the goddess scattering flowers, you can hear the Sanskrit sound in a trance, and the fairy bell chime rings for a long time. ， Naturally, it was necessary to forcibly "recruit" the old man surnamed Zhang, the first ancestor of Confucianism.
This kind of battle is like the big opening of the door of the rich and noble in the world, welcoming distinguished guests.
At the last moment, the old man with bulging sleeves was still in the mood to turn his head and smile at the young vassal king: "My old body and bones, which have been buried in the ground for hundreds of years, can't stand your toss like this."
Then the old man's gaze turned to the east, and he laughed and said: "You, the Peach Blossom Sword God, are also careful, as a junior in the rivers and lakes, you don't know how to respect the elderly, you really don't have an overnight revenge, and you want to take revenge that night."
Xu Fengnian's face was solemn, Deng Tai'a controlled more than 200,000 Wu family sword mound flying swords, and rushed to Beiliang together, and even needed the sword to go before people, compared to the time when the people at the foot of the mountain in Qijiajie's summer town arrived first and then arrived, Deng Tai'a needed to consume the spirit and spirit, and he couldn't do it Even if Deng Tai'a was regarded by the rivers and lakes as the first person in the killing power at that time, the first person in the Xuan Realm, and the first person in the Xuanjing realm, and was also known as the first person in swordsmanship for thousands of years, but this time he drove the entire sword mound ancient sword at the same time, Xu Fengnian knew Deng Tai'a's hardships with his knees.
The more this is the case, the greater the burden on Xu Fengnian.
Especially the old man in front of him was so calm and composed, where did he seem to be dying The sage of the Zhang family slowly retracted his gaze, looked at Xu Fengnian again, and said: "Young man, I will send you a word, the love is deep, and the wisdom will be hurt."
You, you have both, and it's hard to die well.
To be a man, you have to get by, it's rare to be confused, and you can be relaxed. ” The flying sword that started from the sword mound was densely packed, almost seamless, and where it passed, it was like a mountain emerging in the sky, obscuring the moonlight.
Xu Fengnian no longer concealed the rapid flow of his qi, and his divine will instantly climbed to the peak, using it as a traction, like lighting a candle alone in the long night of eternity, attracting moths to fight the fire.
In the face of Xu Fengnian's resoluteness, a touch of complicated emotions flashed in the old man's eyes, and he no longer had the intention of sneering at the young vassal king, nor did he go to see the gate of heaven that was tantamount to the tiger's den in Longtan to him, but turned around and looked down, and where his feet were standing, the bluestone slab ground village was shattered like a spider web.
After the old man raised his head, he turned his back to Xu Fengnian, and said indifferently: "It is said that scholars know the affairs of the world without going out, you fought with Wang Xianzhi, I have already heard of it, and the woman surnamed Jiang opened the gate of heaven to try to force Wang Xianzhi's wrist away, how can I go to heaven to go to heaven for a while?"
The old man with fluttering hair on his temples turned his head suddenly, his eyes were cold, and he said in an accentuated tone: "Besides, Lu Dongxuan can cross the gate of heaven and turn back, so I can't do it, I really don't want to."
The old man's body turned, and finally his back was to the gate of heaven, facing the young man, "The tree has a dead day, and when people are strong and poor, I will let you know today, even if you Xu Fengnian holds an invincible iron horse, even if you are a great master of martial arts, there will be times when you have to accept your fate."
The wind blew on his face, Xu Fengnian smiled, "Do you know that some people in later generations have ridiculed you as a person who knows what you can't do?"
Xu Fengnian continued: "Do you know that the status of Confucianism is second only to you, and you have even said that although tens of millions of people have gone to me."
The old man said indifferently: "It's all good words, better than your bereaved dog." ” Xu Fengnian and the sage of the Zhang family looked at each other, "Although it may not be reached, it can make people fascinated after all."
Xu Xiao said to me privately when he was old that he always didn't like the world's scholars, but he remembered that in his early years, he saw so many times that he saw a number of scholars going to the palace together, everyone was in high spirits, and the jade on his waist was dingdong, which was really envious and pleasant. ” Finally, the old man asked, "Everything is not peaceful, and this is the truth."
In this case, Xu Fengnian, do you have any last words to say about this world?"
The mountain-sealing talisman on the cool knife has disappeared, and Xu Fengnian re-admired this new cool knife of the sixth generation of the Xu family, "Beiliang has died countless heroes and martyrs, and every household is plain, most of them have never left a last word, let alone my sentence." ” The old man shook his head and said, "It's because you're not really desperate yet." ” Xu Fengnian, who was indifferent, raised a palm, like a grasping object.
The sage of the Zhang family snorted coldly, "Deng Tai'a's flying sword is not bad, but you must also be able to come to Wudang Mountain."
The old man also raised his arm, and then pressed down, "Give me the sword" The flying sword that was already close to Youzhou in Beiliang Dao was like an arrow at the end of a strong crossbow that was nailed obliquely into the earth.
The incomparably spectacular scene at the junction of Youzhou and Hezhou, the wind and rain fell obliquely, and the flying swords in the air drew an arc and inserted into the ground.
Fall on the mountains, fall on the rivers, fall on the fields, fall on the yellow sand.
Like a heavy snow falling on everything that no one has.
The young man who had always dragged the flying sword to the cool had a wisp of scarlet blood oozing from his eyebrows.
But this sword qi frost and snow, the latest place where the sword falls, is still getting closer and closer to Wudang Mountain after all, and a wave of flying swords that are tilting and falling are less than a hundred miles away from this big lotus peak.
And the ears, nose, and mouth of the young vassal king also began to flow blood.
After the sage of the Zhang family pressed it with one palm, his figure, which was originally as immobile as a mountain, slipped out a step backwards, and he was one step closer to the gate of heaven.
When a wave of more than a thousand flying swords landed on the Qingzhu Peak on the right side of the Great Lotus Peak.
The young man's eyes began to seep blood.
His face was covered in blood.
When a flying sword landed in the deep stream outside the Great Lotus Peak.
Xu Fengnian's face was already blurred.
However, that rusty unknown ancient sword was already the last of the 200,000 flying swords in the Wu family's sword mound.
But the sage of the Zhang family, even if he looked like he was already leaning against the gate of heaven, his feet were actually still standing outside the threshold.
One step away, a world of difference.
Heaven and Earth.
The old man looked down at the three-foot sword called Manjiaxue, and pressed it lightly with his free left hand.
The young man with a bloody face twitched the corners of his mouth slightly.
The old man, who clearly didn't look at the young vassal king, seemed to have insight into the heavens, "I know, you still have the last sword, but you can't calculate it even if you calculate everything, the entire land of the four states of Beiliang Dao, you can borrow that sword if you change it anywhere, but in this Wudang Mountain, you can't do it."
After all, Wudang Mountain is a pure land of Taoism, since ancient times, it is the ancestral court of Taoism in the north, from the Great Qin Dynasty to the Great Feng Dynasty, and now to Liyang, this place has almost never been affected by war, so the heavenly and human induction of your Xu family is the weakest, if it is outside the Liangzhou Pass, in the mouth of the gourd in Youzhou, don't say that I can't stop you from borrowing the last sword of Deng Tai'a, I'm afraid that at this time it has been sent to you into the gate of heaven. ” The old man bent down slightly and gently patted the hilt of the sword, "You and that Tai'a sword, it's hard to be a brother." ” A rainbow light is like a comet in the sky, from west to east, straight to the big lotus peak.
It's just that it's like crashing into an invisible wall. stirred up bursts of dazzling electric flint, brilliant and unparalleled.
The ancient sword could not advance an inch, and it wailed.
The old man closed his eyes, as if listening to the sound, and murmured: "The article pays attention to mourning but not sadness, but the battlefield says that the mourning soldiers will win, which one is right?"
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The old man asked himself and replied: "It hurts for a scholar to write an article, but how many people can really work hard, but fighting a war is to kill people, and it is strange to not die people." ” The Confucian patriarch finally looked at the young man.
He slowly closed his eyes.
Blood blurred his face, so he couldn't see his expression at all, didn't know if he was pain, sadness, regret, relief, or whatever.
If you spend a lot of cool air in the north, you may be able to save yourself, but you will lose the cold war.
I don't want to do it in the end The same is "I can't, I really don't want to".
This sage of the Zhang family, who overwhelmed the two great masters of martial arts on Wudang Mountain tonight, laughed loudly and looked up to the sky and laughed.
Desolation, sorrow, joy, mixed feelings.
The old man suddenly scolded to the sky: "My generation of scholars, self-suffocating, although good at cultivating Haoran Qi, but never seeking immortality, rolling your mother's heavenly cycle, I have been guarding the world for eight hundred years, and I have seen you immortals pointing fingers for eight hundred years, and now you still want to make inches."
The gate of heaven exploded with a bang The old man ignored the huge movement behind him, stepped out, looked at the young vassal king, and asked sharply: "Xu Fengnian, let me ask you about the sun in the new valley, the orange tree hangs high, the fisherman is draped, the old farmer carries a hoe, the woman picks mulberry, the child herds cattle, the old woman pounds the clothes and iron armor, the sword is like frost, the drum is like thunder, the iron horse is prominent, the arrows are like rain, the wolf smoke is everywhere, and the corpses are all over the wild world, but I have seen them all."
The young man, covered in blood, didn't move.
Between life and death, see life and death.
When you are cornered, you can see the roots of human temperament the most.
But this guy surnamed Xu can't really be dead It stands to reason that it won't be The old man showed a trace of panic for the first time, his body swept forward, and he quickly came to the young man, stretched out his thumb to clasp the person of the vassal king, and wondered: "The qi in the body is clearly quite sufficient, why is there no movement?"
The next moment, the most holy man in the world kicked the young man and flew out.
The old man fell heavily on the ground, but did not stand up, but sat on the ground, as if he had not completely recovered his senses.
The young man also sat on the ground, put his hands on his knees, opened his eyes, and said weakly: "Your uncle's" The old man laughed heartily.
Xu Fengnian didn't know what this crazy old man was thinking or what he wanted to do.
He was gasping for breath and vomiting blood.
It's just that for some reason, while the pain is heart-wrenching, there is an inexplicable refreshment and relief.
Especially the one who kicked it, it really kicked himself very heartily.
The sage of the Zhang family raised his hand and patted the dust, and pointed to his nose, "Are you a good reader?"
The young vassal king was speechless, but moved his mouth.
It seems that it should be a "roll".
The old man snorted coldly: "What about Lu Dongxuan, he didn't ask me for advice in his early years."
The young man also pointed to his nose, then raised his hand with great difficulty, and waved in disgust.
The old man's face was immediately embarrassed.
Before Great Qin ruled the world, the sage of the Zhang family once led his disciples and protégés to travel around the world, but was rejected by Great Qin.
The old man laughed at himself: "A gentleman's revenge, ten years is not too late, but eight hundred years, it is a little late." ” Xu Fengnian, who was extremely embarrassed, recovered his qi slightly, and asked weakly: "What else is there to do except for personal enmity?"
The old man sat precariously and said in a deep voice: "Before you and Li Yuaxe cut out of the gap between heaven and man, I will bear the pressure of the Heavenly Dao for the two of you, otherwise Li Yuaxe, who is practicing in retreat, is fine, you Xu Fengnian, don't think about dealing with Beimang with peace of mind, you really think that the immortals can watch you rebel against the Dao, maybe those guys will simply let the Beimang barbarians enter the Central Plains."
Xu Fengnian glanced at the old man obliquely, and then lowered his eyelids.
The old man said angrily: "Little bastard, don't get cheap and sell well, I have already helped you get through the trick and accumulate silt, others don't know the difficulty, you Xu Fengnian will not know that this is just like that giant deer to rectify the luck of the sun."
Xu Fengnian ignored the old man.
The old man took a deep breath, "Xu Fengnian, let's not be so cheesy, what an impassioned feat, but it's like a business deal for your kid, and it's a lot of falls, isn't it?"
Xu Fengnian closed his eyes directly.
The old man who is really not used to this kind of "socialization" is difficult to perform even if he is full of strategy.
But the direction of the world happens to be the only weakness of the old man, and it is the seven inches of this Confucian saint.
Long silence.
Xu Fengnian finally opened his eyes and saluted with fists.
The old man took it lightly.
Xu Fengnian staggered to his feet and asked softly: "Otherwise, I will add a head and help the grain to get into the cold."
The old man wanted to refuse on the spot, but suddenly remembered something, and said with a smile: "This matter is not easy, but as long as you let the guy surnamed Deng talk well later, I will try it, but there is no guarantee that it will be successful." ” Xu Fengnian waved his hand, "There is no one in the world who can stop Deng Tai'a who is holding the Tai'a sword, and I can't." ” The old man stomped his foot and said in a hurry: "You hurry up and hide that Tai'a sword" As he spoke, Tai'a Jian had already swept back.
Xu Fengnian gloated a little and slowly walked towards the old man.
The old man smiled and turned to look at the foot of the mountain.
Xu Fengnian stood side by side with the old man.
The old man stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance, "I used to hear Huang Longshi talk nonsense about the strange situation in the next thousand years, and I was relieved and worried, which always made me undecided. ” Xu Feng said in a young voice: "Sir, you might as well think about it from a different angle, looking at it from eight hundred years ago, this world has always changed for the better, right?"
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The old man nodded, "Some have gotten better, some have gotten worse, and in general, it's really better than it is now." ” This was followed by two by two without a word.
The old man said suddenly: "I probably can't wait for Deng Tai'a to return to Wudang Mountain, you help me give him a word, if you only talk about the level of swordsmanship and regardless of the distance of the sword, he is the first person in the past." ” Xu Fengnian said, "Okay. ” The old man stared wide-eyed into the distance, his figure was uncertain, and he sighed in a low voice: "Then let me take one last look at this world." ” Xu Fengnian asked in a low voice: "Does Mr. have a last word?"
The old man pondered for a moment, "Yes" Xu Fengnian said in a deep voice: "Sir, please speak" The old man said calmly: "Shut up" If you like to use your mobile phone to watch heroes and heroines in the snow, you can follow my WeChat public account, fenghuo1985.
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