"The Taoist priest is the strongest in Yunshan Taoist Sect?" Shen Huiyue's casual statement seemed a bit mocking.
The old man was not angry, he looked at Shen Huiyue with admiration: "The girl's cultivation is not bad, I don't know what kind of school."
Shen Huiyue snorted, indifferent and mocking.
The young Taoist priest came over with tea and poured tea gracefully for the two of them. In the white porcelain teacup, the green tea leaves bloom, and the faint mist rises, as if the ephemeral flowers are blooming, which is very charming.
Shen Huiyue said in her heart: This is the art of pouring tea, but there are some fools who say that Huaguo tea art is not good
But on the outside, Shen Huiyue still had a light face, and took a sip of tea gracefully, not knowing what kind of tea it was, her lips and teeth were fragrant.
The old man even poked the lid of the cup before drinking... Shen Huiyue thought silently, it seems that she really has this habit of drinking tea... But if she didn't do it, then she didn't do it. Who can think that she is uneducated
Sure enough, it was probably because Shen Huiyue was too calm, and the two Taoists didn't think there was anything wrong with this behavior, but instead thought that Shen Huiyue was a red tape that was really, unrestrained and free.
The young Taoist said, "Miss Shen Huiyue from Jianmen, hello, Yunyi is in the lower Taoist sect."
Shen Huiyue nodded slightly, showing indifference, Yun Yi didn't care, master, it's normal to be a little arrogant.
The old man frowned, Jianmen? Why doesn't he know? Is there such a martial art in Jianghu
Yun Yi silently stood behind the master without saying a word.
Lao Dao asked: "Ms. Shen, is Jianmen a hidden sect?" The sect he knows does not have Jianmen, but Lao Dao knows some things from the classics of the sect, and some people like to hide it. The so-called master is not a joke among the people, and many people I like to hide in the market, experience the world, and then become detached. He felt that Shen Huiyue was probably this kind of hidden sect, but why did this sword sect appear
Shen Huiyue smiled but said nothing: "I was ordered by my teacher to go down the mountain and forge my abilities. The first stop is Yunshan Daomen. Master once said that Yunshan Daomen is very strong... Can the Daomaster fight?" She has become a master of Taoism, but she will not show it - because Shen Huiyue's ability should not improve too fast, she is just a young swordsman disciple, martial arts masters can, but Taoism cannot be displayed. Her Faith can be used to arm Young Master Liu, but it will not be Shen Huiyue.
Lao Dao smiled and said, "Since Miss Shen invited me, Lao Dao is willing to learn from each other."
Shen Huiyue smiled lightly, got up, and cupped her hands: "Please."
The old man returned the salute: "Please."
Yun Yi presented the sword that has been passed down by the Zijin Pavilion for many years, and said old-fashioned: "The six-hundred-year-old sword of the Zijin Pavilion, Dingsong."
Shen Huiyue smiled slightly, turned her wrist, and a soft sword appeared in her hand: "Soft sword, nameless."
The eyes of the two were bright, and neither of them moved. The atmosphere in the courtyard was very solemn. Yun Yi felt a little breathless, and sighed inwardly: I really don't have enough strength.
Suddenly, the two of them were surrounded by wind like knives, splitting the fallen leaves, fluttering messily and falling to the two of them in a regular manner, forming a circle.
Yun Yi immediately backed away, and his chest was no longer tight.
In the center of the empty courtyard, an old man and a beautiful woman were facing each other. They didn't move, but they felt that they had already fought hundreds of times.
The soft sword was instantly hardened, and a little white mang was full of murderous aura, and went straight to the old way. The old Dao Hengjian blocked it, the harsh sound made the eardrums agitate, and the blooming fire jumped smartly.
Lao Dao's face flushed red, his muscles bulged, and he was full of strength. Shen Huiyue was as light as the wind, and the old man was as calm as a mountain.
I saw that Shen Hui's crescent-white figure was like flying lightning, attacking around Laodao constantly, swinging his sword ten times a second, while Laodao stood still, like a green pines rooted on a cliff, his heels did not move, his body rotated 360 degrees, Ding Songjian blocked Shen Huiyue's attack every time.
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The swords struck each other, the sound was like thunder, and the yard was swept away by the sword air.
Yun Yi couldn't take his eyes off of him, he finally saw the brilliant martial arts!
Shen Huiyue saw that she couldn't break Laodao's defense after a few minutes of fighting, and said in her heart: This old Taoist is quite powerful, it seems that he needs to improve his strength a little bit.
Shen Huiyue flew on the tree, closed her eyes, bathed her whole body with Faith, and her strength increased by a rank. According to the book of the world, Shen Huiyue's current strength is about a second-rate master. After all, she has not practiced martial arts for a long time, and only with the blessing of Faith will she improve rapidly. Martial arts and Taoism are two completely different powers. If you want to master them, how can you not work hard
The reason why Shen Huiyue came to the old man to compete, one is to expand Shen Huiyue's influence, and the other is to let herself run in her strength in the competition.
Shen Huiyue's eyes showed divine light, and she flew down. This sword was as fast as a thunderbolt, with a powerful force.
Lao Dao's eyes were sharp, staring at the sword light, his arms agitated, jumped up, and swung his sword, accurately pressing against the tip of the sword in a ray of light.
The sword edge pressed down, the old man fell to the ground, his waist bent down, his hands were bent against the hilt, and two small pits were formed with both feet. With the small pits as the center, the surrounding land was cracked, like water waves, rippling around.
Shen Huiyue snorted: "Daoist, don't let go!"
The old man let out a long roar: "You need to worry too much, with your strength, the old man must go all out."
The more they fought, the more excited they became. They flew up to the eaves, and the two figures were extremely fast. The appearance of a real martial arts master surprised the nearby tourists. But neither of them paid attention to the exclamations and photos of tourists, and they were all focused on their opponents.
Lao Dao used all his strength, he was good at Tai Chi, his swordsmanship was steady, and his defense was the main focus, while Shen Huiyue was cunning and strange, and Lao Dao almost failed to guard several times.
The two fought in the yard at first, and the damage was not great. As soon as they hit the eaves, the tiles flew off. With the sharp sword qi thrusting to the ground, a few pieces slashed directly across the tourist's body. Whoa, whoa screaming and running away.
Only the Taoist priests still looked up at the two fighting above their heads. They could hardly see the sword light, but they looked forward to it and seemed to think of the future of becoming a master. The falling tiles became their tools for competition. The Taoist priests stepped on the magical steps to avoid the tiles, and all of them maintained their elegant demeanor, adding a bit of legend to the Zijin Pavilion.
Some tourists have been to Zijin Pavilion many times, but they never knew that Zijin Pavilion is a Taoist priest with real martial arts... It turns out that Taoism and Buddha were not illusory, they just couldn't find it.
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Shen Huiyue smiled and used what she had learned from the novel. She was not that mature, but she was probably pretty good-looking and bluffing. City Lord Ye was a big, immortal.
Her figure is illusory, like wind, cloud, and smoke.
Seemingly slow but fast, the sword light seemed to come from outside the sky, like a white rainbow penetrating the sun.
Flying Immortals!
Shen Huiyue also deliberately created an illusion, there seemed to be fairies accompanying her around her body, and there was a fairy-like music... The sword light passed through Lao Dao's arm and fell on his sword.
The Dingsong sword slammed on the roof, smashed a hole, and landed directly in the lobby, smashing the gods enshrined in the lobby.
The old Taoist let out a long sigh of relief: "Thank you girl for showing mercy."
Shen Huiyue sighed slightly, and seemed extremely disappointed: "Master said that Yunshan Daomen is strong, why is it... different?"
The old man blushed with shame, and his strength was strong... This was probably a hundred years ago... Today's Zijin Pavilion... is just a tourist place.
"Thank you girl for your enlightenment. Pindao has some insight. This is the time to retreat to enlightenment. Next time, Pindao will come to ask for advice." Laodao cupped his hands, covered his face and jumped downstairs. There is Yun Yi to deal with it.
Shen Huiyue smiled lightly, glanced at the tourists below calmly, flew away, and disappeared into the forest. The tourists kept whispering, sending WeChat, posting Weibo, and telling their adventures with great interest. What's more, they felt that their roots were good, and they ran to the door of Zijin Pavilion to ask for a teacher. The Taoists blocked the door and kept persuading them. Can not dissuade the interest of tourists.