This north-south river is named Qingdu River. The river is turbulent, and the river is twenty feet wide. It is said that the Taoist immortals in ancient times once carried people across the river on a green reed. The young crazy monk's straight line eastwards allowed people in the world to figure out the approximate path. A group of onlookers were waiting here early on. They stood scattered at first, but then gathered together involuntarily. Killing, I feel that if a group of people get together, the chance of survival is higher. Even if they are really unlucky enough to step on that straight line, they will die together, and they will be good companions on the road to the underworld. So fifty or sixty people gathered in a group, a mixed bag of fish and dragons, there were long-established gangsters, some green forest heroes who hid their heads and tails, some unknown soldiers who had just entered the rivers and lakes, and some young women who had the appearance of a middle-aged man were already coveted. Heroes, couples of feuding enemies, don't care to draw their swords at each other at this moment, but they are all secretly on guard. A few popular heroines will either smile and go to the famous hero to flatter them, or they will be beaten by many people with cold faces. Jianghu Erlang is courteous and courteous, in the current Jianghu where he dares to call himself a martial artist after fighting in street battles with bricks, thousands of miles of Yellow River and mud and sand, one cannot expect that everyone is as unrestrained and unrestrained as Li Chungang and Deng Taiya. A young handsome man with a good reputation threatened to imitate the ancients and perform a feat similar to crossing the river with a reed. Floating across the river, an iron chain was hung a few feet below the surface of the river the night before, and he had to retreat into the rivers and lakes in desperation. Not to mention that this guy is close to the second-rank lightness kung fu, he is not even a third-rank. And here lies the brilliance of Jianghu, you will never guess what feat a real genius will do, and you will never know how funny the next big joke that can be served with wine will be.
The sudden stop of the young monk who had made a terrible reputation made the hearts of those onlookers who thought this useless monk would go straight across the river tremble. They crushed their nest of ants to death, but the next scene made everyone relieved, and there was even a great surprise. The monk was facing a stranger in white clothes from the other side of the Qingdu River, his vision was blurred, and he was indistinguishable. I saw one foot crossing the river, and it happened that the young monk came back to his senses after taking a selfie with water in his hand, tipped his toes, and flew towards the river. On the road, the man in white floated back to the east bank, and every time he stepped on the mud, there was a muffled sound, and the mad monk also tumbled back to the west bank, staggering like a drunk, and shaking his sleeves like an actor.
With the power of one step, the raging river stagnated immediately, and it was only after the two of them settled down that they resumed their running momentum.
The young monk in tattered cassocks crossed the river for the second time without hesitation, and the men in white also crossed the river to intercept him. This time, the latter stepped hard on the monk's chest.
The entire river under the two of them flickered. In the eyes of everyone, the man in white who finally recognized his face is called a heroic and handsome man. He is naturally an unborn fairy. Regardless of his youth, he must have lived for a hundred years. The useless monk is a well-deserved devil in cassock Giants, today is destined to be one foot higher than the devil. This time, the retreating footholds of the two sides at the peak of good and evil are almost exactly the same as before, and it is difficult for others to notice the difference from a distance. The celestial being in white has no expression on his face, and he doesn't care about anything but three instructions. The monk who once lived in Mount Landa, the Tathagata, also flaunted his sleeves and fled towards the river. This time, the young monk who stepped on a pair of tattered straw sandals Pushing out his palm, he pressed it on the sole of the white-clothed man's shoe. This time they were facing each other. Layers of gas clouds visible to the naked eye appeared behind both of them. The speed of the person's retreat was a little slow, but the monk stood on the shore of the water, and the foothold of the man in white was about to exceed the previous two times. The devil is one foot tall, right
The monk looked down at the straw sandals weaved by hand, and he was in a daze inexplicably. The battle between the life and death of a master is often within a hair's breadth. Is this crazy guy who sings useless songs all day long in a hurry to reincarnate? Or did he not regard the celestial man in white as his mortal enemy at all? If it is really as he sang, the world does not come into his eyes? Fortunately, the man in white did not disappoint the spectators. He retreated three times without any fatigue. This time, instead of crossing the river in one step, he jumped to the center of the river. Behind the sword, the unknown monk with torn straw sandals and cassock slightly raised his head, raised his arm, covered his hand with a big sleeve, and formed a secret seal on his covered hand. The water sword fiercely hit the monk ten feet away, like Hitting the stone with an egg, it shattered with a bang, and sprayed all over the sky. The man in white did not retreat despite the difficulties, and even used the magic seal to break the monk's sleeve-covering handprint. The two seals were at a stalemate, and the white-clothed man raised his foot and whipped his leg. The monk smiled and let his leg sweep across his neck. Unspeakable. The man in white seemed to be on fire, and for the first time he said coldly, and slapped the monk's bald head with a palm, "Five words for the big track!"
The monk resisted the palm again, still sitting in the lotus position, spun around, and sat down on the surface of the river. The man in white retreated to the place where the young monk was sitting to the east, and raised his right hand. Jiang Shui was forced to pull out a water sword. When the head was slashed and the water sword was broken, I don't know if it was the holy monk of Mount Nalanda or the crazy monk of Liu Songtao from the Demon Cult who fell into the water with half his body. Instead, he lay facing south, with his right hand resting on his chest, and he became more and more peaceful and happy. He gained great freedom, but The surface of the Qingdu River was already bombarded with thousands of drops of water. Maybe it was because the group of onlookers who watched the fire from the other side were too loud. With a wave of the hand, the rain was like an arrow, fifty or sixty people would all die on the spot without exception.
A young Taoist wearing a Wudang Taoist robe ran a long distance, and finally caught up with the murderous rain. Standing between the spectators and the splashing water, he drew a circle with both hands, and gathered all the water droplets in the big circle between his hands. In the process, it turned into a water polo that was almost as tall as a person, and then pushed into the rolling river.
Luo Yang frowned.
The young Taoist did not speak to the man in white, but said to the mad monk who got up slowly while taking the time: "The breeze is useful, turn the book for me. Kunlun is useful, I will go to the mountain. Green grass is useful, I know the prosperity and decline. Practicing Zen is useful, but only for peace of mind. The great river is useful, and a ladle is useful to quench thirst. The sun and the moon are useful, according to my heart. I am here, and I am going somewhere... "
Seemingly talking nonsense, this Wudang Taoist finally gave his own opinion on the useless song of the mad monk. I never thought that after the monk stood up, his eyes were no longer cloudy, they were as clear as a spring, his hands were behind his back, and his appearance had changed in the blink of an eye for more than ten years after sitting and standing. The young monk became a middle-aged monk. The ignorant and confused, swept away, replaced by a majestic aura of contempt for the world. At this moment, Liu Songtao is the ninth leader of the Demon Cult at his peak. Standing on the river, he glanced at the young Taoist priest, and turned to Looking squarely at Luoyang in white clothes, he smiled lightly and said, "The current Jianghu is really an eye-opener. I remember that the sword fairy Wei Cao, who was the only one outstanding in the sword forest in the world, stabbed me in the abdomen with a sword, and I returned I stabbed him with a sword, pierced his mouth, and hanged the corpse on the top of the mountain. There are too many enemies involved in this way, but when I walked the rivers and lakes for the last time, I rarely encountered opponents who could barely be called evenly matched. , lifeless, it’s different now.”
Luo Yang just responded with a sneer.
Liu Songtao looked down at the cassock, lost in thought.
Shaking his head, Liu Songtao raised his head and said with a smile: "It's okay if you can't figure it out. Since you really remember who it is, you can't let it happen in vain. I don't care who you are. Since you want to stop me, I don't know when you will stop me." I will lose my sobriety, otherwise let's make a bet on whether I can go three hundred miles to the east. If you lose, I just went to compete in Lushan. If I lose, you will be the leader of the Demon Cult after Liu Songtao."
Luo Yang said calmly, "If you hide and hide, you won't be able to get out even within thirty miles, let alone three hundred miles."
A large red fish with a carp body and long beard appeared in the distance behind her.
Liu Songtao laughed loudly, raised his hand and borrowed a sword from a spectator's waist. With the horizontal sword in his chest, he flicked his fingers. Killing innocent devils always likes to kill with bare hands. Only one person knows the difference between Liu Songtao with a sword and Liu Songtao without a sword. It's funny to say that in that generation of rivers and lakes, together with Wei Cao, there were at least five land gods. After the pass, no one is worthy of Liu Songtao's sword."
Liu Songtao looked at Zhulu Mountain three hundred miles away, his eyes were gentle and intoxicated.
"You said you wanted to see the sword fairy's demeanor with your own eyes, and here I am. That time I was six days late, and this time it may be a whole hundred years late."