Occasionally, a huge koi jumped out of the water on the Qingdu River and fell back into the river. Fifty or sixty people from the rivers and lakes who survived the catastrophe, even if they saw the men in white and the monks in gray go away, they kept silent for a long time, fearing that there would be disasters, until the young Taoist turned around and beat the head, and everyone panicked and respected Returning the gift, when the Taoist called himself Li Yufu of Wudang, the whole group was even more thunderous. After Wang Chonglou and Hong Xixiang, the new headmaster of Wudang, Wang Chonglou recognized that he was a late bloomer, and gradually improved in the cultivation of the way of heaven, until he completed the Great Yellow Court. As for the immortal Hong Xixiang, riding a crane to the south of the Yangtze River, going to Longhu Mountain with a sword, and driving straight out of Tai'an City are all mysterious deeds that even the gods envy. And Li Yufu, as the youngest headmaster in the history of Wudang Mountain, who knows if his achievements will be as high as Tianmen in the future? Li Yufu has an elegant appearance, a very high root, and is easy to approach when dealing with people, which is completely different from the Taoist school of Longhu Mountain, whose eyes are high above the top. While talking to someone, Li Yufu showed joy, apologized, and turned to someone who didn't know when The middle-aged Taoist who settled down on the bank of Qingdu River greeted him, "Why is Master Uncle Wang here?"
Sword idiot Wang Xiaoping looked towards the east, and said with a solemn expression: "This mad monk's murderous intent is too strong, he is very similar to Liu Songtao, the Demon Cult that Brother Song said, I just want to confirm it. If it is really this person, Wang Xianzhi does not want to go out of the city, Deng Taiah It's time to go to sea to visit immortals, Cao Changqing is busy restoring the Western Chu Kingdom, Gu Jiantang, Chen Zhibao and others, as loyal ministers of the temple, will not make a move. Li Danxin will make a move once, and most likely he will not stop him. Two hundred and sixty miles ahead is the Shangyin Academy , I have to come."
Li Yuaxe said guiltily, "It's Yuaxe who overestimated his capabilities and made Master Uncle Wang worry."
Wang Xiaoping, who also resisted people for thousands of miles on the mountain, smiled for the first time, walked slowly along the river, and said earnestly to the young head teacher next to him: "It's okay, this is the responsibility of Wudang Mountain. The younger brother said that ordinary martial arts practice , and strive to be alone, but my generation of Taoist cultivating Taoism is like carrying a burden to climb a mountain. Only then can my junior brother shoulder the martial arts and the heavenly way. Teacher, you are very good-natured, similar to the junior junior brother, and your temperament is even more similar to his It’s a natural blind date, but you need to think about the true meaning of these words. Now Wudang Mountain is in full bloom, and it’s directly catching up with the scene hundreds of years ago. The more you teach, the more you can’t just look up at the heavenly beings. It is even more important to test how the cultivation base comes from.”
Li Yufu said warmly: "I have written down the words of Master Uncle Wang."
There was a breeze on the river, and the rustic Taoist robe fluttered, making Xiaoping, the sword-bearing king, look more like a swordsman. Jian Chi stopped and said with a smile on his face: "If the younger brother listens to my nagging, he must have a few words, that's good." If you have the guts to go to my purple bamboo forest to dig winter bamboo shoots secretly, or chop bamboo to make fishing rods, Master, you have to learn from your little uncle's lazy rascal. Although Wudang Mountain has a heavy burden on your shoulders, it does not violate your heart. But, how do you feel at ease. Those of us who are uncles and uncles have no great ability, and we have more than enough energy, so we can only let the younger brother take care of you. I'm sorry."
Li Yufu's complexion changed slightly. Taoist practice seeks to know the autumn of the world when a leaf falls, and the spring of the world when a bud sprouts. Wang Xiaoping got straight to the point and said: "Although you are not strong enough, you should still take up some of the burden with your strength. It's just going with the flow. If the man in white can't stop the mad monk, he will collide with him in all likelihood. Since I promised my junior brother, I should also stop it. I have been obsessed with swords all my life, but I have never once felt that the sword was drawn, and I had a hearty mood. The last time I handed out the three swords outside the city of Shenwu, I had a lot of understanding. I watched from the sidelines before. Xu Fengnian raised his mind at the bottom of the lake, and even the stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade. This crazy monk can sharpen the way of sword for me. If his skills are not as good as others, he will die with the sword, and you don't have to worry about it. Wang Xiaoping died well."
Li Yufu tremblingly said: "Uncle Wang, can you allow Yufu to count?"
Wang Xiaoping laughed loudly, and fled away, "The lottery is released today, and Wang Xiaoping is close to death."
Li Yufu sat slumped by the river. Even if Li Yufu could ignore his own life and death, he couldn't ignore the lives and deaths of others. This is the big prison. Mount Lantuo's drawing of the ground as a prison is similar to that of the Wu family's sword tomb withered sword. They are nothing more than two words of self-satisfaction, but Wudang Mountain has never been like this. The Buddhist sledgehammer breaks attachments, but if you are obsessed with breaking attachments, you will fall into the inferior vehicle. A Taoist who practiced Taoism and asked, Li Yufu often asked himself to prove that he had passed through the gate of heaven, and what happened after passing through the gate of heaven? It is said that the world is bitter, but the immortals are happy. Li Yufu had a desolate face, looking at the yellowing water of the surging river, there were countless romantic figures in history, including immortals, Buddhas and sages. The land where a man stands, can be a family, a country, or the world. There was a strong wind in the river, and the river slapped the shore, gently soaking the Taoist robe and shoes of this young Wudang teacher. The crowd of spectators in the distance, including the swordsman who was borrowed by the mad monk Liu Songtao, did not return to his senses for a long time. Weeping with joy, roaring loudly, wishing that everyone in the world would know that that weird monk borrowed a sword from him. Liu Songtao borrowed a sword once without warning, and his status in the world suddenly rose. Several senior figures in the world all took the initiative to move closer to him, saying some warm words of polite greetings. Li Yufu ignored it, and a bright red river carp somehow jumped out of the river and jumped into the arms of the young Taoist. It really answered the couplet of a small Taoist temple on Wudang Mountain. Li Yufu held the carp in his arms, looked down at the lively koi carp in his arms, was dazed, and suddenly smiled, "Poverty Li Yufu, you and I have a great relationship, I hope you don't want to be greedy and take the bait, and become the meal of that diner, if all things Everyone can practice if it is true. You and I encourage each other, and we can cultivate the Dao together."
Li Yufu held the carp with both hands and gently threw it into the river, "I hope to meet again in a few hundred years."
The microcomputer at the Qingdu River is mysterious, one person and one carp make a promise for hundreds of years, and a collision thirty miles away is full of bloody smell.
Luoyang, who sacrificed a spirit thing brought out from the Mausoleum of the Great Qin Emperor, did not stop him once during the thirty-mile journey, but fell directly thirty miles away from the Qingdu River. The pride of being the number one devil in Beimang. The crazy monk staggered and ran all the way. Occasionally, a few passers-by heard the useless song that felt ridiculous when they first heard it. When they looked up, they were already a few miles away. Luoyang stood proudly, and the long-bearded fish The dragon roamed around her leisurely, when the dragon wall turned over, she was stabbed in the heart by the bastard who thought she had succeeded, and fell into the river channel, but she didn't know that Luoyang returned to the mausoleum that had not seen the sun for 800 years Before Xu Fengnian just saw the mausoleum on the first floor, he already felt magnificent and magnificent. How did he know that Luoyang was skilled in opening the mechanism and walking down, there was a unique cave, and there were countless Taoist talismans carved on the ground, which came from the excellent handwriting of ancient alchemists who spent their painstaking efforts When seeing it, the grand masters of Qi practitioners in the world will also admire it in line with the way of heaven. Two fish and dragons have surrounded a coffin for nearly a thousand years. After Luoyang left the Mausoleum of the Great Qin Emperor under the Yellow River, he secretly went to the extreme northern ice field, just in time for the big fish in the Northern Darkness to transform from a kun to a peng. Tuoba Bodhisattva waited hard for decades, but she was still forced Most of the good things are broken.
Tuoba Bodhisattva once whispered to the Empress that when he takes down that weapon, it will be the day when hundreds of thousands of Tuoba's relatives will march south. As a result, Tuoba Bodhisattva was furious, not to mention even the empress Dou Tianzi, who had had blue eyes on Luoyang, and the spider web in Li Mibi's hand, not to mention a hundred catchers and thirty fluttering mothers, except for one All the six poles and cocoons other than the cut willow were dispatched in full force. Li Mibi personally arranged all the details of the hunt and killed Luoyang, which was bound to be won. It's a pity that Luoyang went all the way to the capital of Beimang back then, and that time it even went all the way to the border, and even made a detour on the way to meet Li Mibi, who was escorted by heavy iron cavalry and armor, from afar. The previous walks in the rivers and lakes can be said to be worse than worse. It's just that there is no chance to hear about this secret history in the rivers and lakes far away in Liyang.
Liu Songtao didn't raise his sword, the ordinary long sword was hanging in the air, walking side by side with him.
One day, one will become a sword fairy on land, claiming that there is nothing in the world that cannot be used as a sword, but with a real sword in hand, no matter whether it is bamboo sword, wood sword or iron sword, it has a completely different momentum. Especially in the battle of the same realm, it is even more different if you have a sword in your hand or not. The sword is a spiritual thing, otherwise the essence of the Wu family's sword raising would not be the wishful sword embryo. The sword embryo is only the first layer of the sword forged by a skilled swordsmith, and the sword embryo is the most important key. I don't know which senior laughed and said that a master's move is like a fight between two shrews in silk and brocade clothes. They both want to tear each other's clothes, but the silk clothes are meticulous and strong, woven from thousands of threads. Being able to become a glamorous trade that has lasted for thousands of years is like holding a pair of scissors in the hands of a shrew, and can get twice the result with half the effort when tearing up clothes. Let it go, Fujiang Hongjia, one of the four great masters of the previous generation, is not among the three religions, but he has the physique of the Vajra realm and the perception of the celestial phenomenon. The vigor of Renmao Han Diaosi lies in his ability to peel off cocoons, not only because he can tear apart a diamond physique, but also because he can break the resonance between a master of the celestial phenomenon and the world. First rank and four realms, for warriors other than the three religions, there is no doubt that they climbed successively. Zhixuan is lower than Tianxiang, and the gap is far greater than the two realms of Vajra Zhixuan. Han Diao Temple was able to use Zhixuan to kill celestial phenomena, which made him comparable to Deng Tai's Zhixuan. It's a pity that with the death of Renmao outside Shenwu City, no one inherited his practice method and became a swan song. The behavior of humans and cats is regarded as a big flaw in the world.
The top masters, especially the first-rank masters, often reveal the meaning of saving their lives, and the competition is far more than the desperate fight.
Luoyang in white is obviously an exception who never seems to cherish the hard-earned realm. The Northern Mang empress fought against Tuoba Bodhisattva under her nose, Deng Tai'a fought outside Dunhuang City, Chess and Sword Yuefu fought against Hong Jingyan, the former No. Fighting against Tuoba Bodhisattva on the giant fish's back, without exception, is a way that the opponent has to fight for his life.
This time is no exception.
Two by one hit.
Luo Yang let Liu Songtao pass his sword through the palm of his hand, and slapped him on the forehead.
The two retreated a few feet each.
Luoyang's arm that blocked the sword drooped, bleeding profusely.
Liu Songtao's seven orifices were bleeding, and he didn't feel well.
The long sword shattered, and the aura of a fish and dragon beside Luoyang also collapsed.
Luo Yang glanced at the middle-aged monk who was no longer insane, backed up and said flatly, "I'll pick you up again a hundred miles away."
Liu Songtao smiled and took a deep breath, the blood flowed back into his orifice, like a sword returning to its sheath.
He strode forward, stepped over the broken swords scattered all over the ground and condensed into a complete sword. This time he held the sword in his hand.
There is a city a hundred miles away, and Luoyang in white stands under the west wall.
People come with swords.
A sword energy is as strong as a mountain peak.
When Luoyang stood still, it was already outside the east wall.
The city was torn into two halves by the sword energy and Luoyang forcefully, the city wall was split, and dust was everywhere on the east-west line. A shopkeeper selling rouge and gouache stared blankly at the messy shop that had been split in half. A friend was in the arty backyard of a private house, cooking wine around the stove and admiring the view of the lake, only to see the lake swaying, the courtyard wall cracked, the pavilion collapsed suddenly, and everyone's mink hats were blown to the ground by the strong wind. looked at each other. A young master, who was wandering the street with his servants in fresh clothes and angry horses, even fell into the ravine with his horse. The men and horses howled, and the servants thought they were seeing ghosts in the daytime, and they were afraid to go to the ravine to save people.
Liu Songtao, who was outside the western wall, laughed loudly and ran forward along the gap in the cracked wall, "It's not enough to destroy the city with one sword, let's destroy the country with another sword!"
Luo Yang stroked the body of an extra fish-dragon that appeared out of thin air, and smiled slightly.
Fuer entered the city.
"roll!"
She kicked Liu Songtao, who had entered the city together, back outside the west wall.
Luoyang stands still in the center of the town, with fluttering white clothes.
Outside the west wall, Liu Songtao's body was bent like a bow, he straightened his waist and stood slowly, his eyes were a little cloudy, like a jar of white wine that has been cellared for many years.
Liu Songtao shook his head, and rushed into the city again, and came to a north-south street in the city that was cut off from east to west. Near the bottomless ravine, there was a woman with an ordinary face sitting by the roadside, feeling lingering fear. She looked around and found her. The little hairpin loosened from the temples, and was about to bend down to pick it up. She was from a small family, and the hairpin was a beloved item that she bought with scraps of silver that she had accumulated for several months. She suddenly saw a hand helping her pick up the hairpin, and when she looked up, it was a man in monk clothes with a gentle face. His cassocks were torn, and he was too poor to wear shoes. She was timid and shy, and blushed for a while. At a loss, the clean-looking monk smiled, handed her back the hairpin, and murmured, "Back then she pinned her hairpin between my buns to make fun of my little hairpin for being so delicate."
In the woman's eyes, 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, who was in a trance, let out a long breath, bowed his head and had no sword in his hand.
It was too late to see her that year, and he put her naked body in his arms. He had undressed and wrapped her up, and then carried her back to the game.
Liu Songtao reached out and tore off a sleeve, flicked his wrist, and held a sword in his hand.
He smiled at the woman, "Let's see how this sword looks for her."
The woman who had experienced such a thrilling scene was so frightened that she nodded in a daze, wanting to cry.
With tears streaming down his face, Liu Songtao cried and laughed hoarsely: "Back then, the three of us roamed the world together. Zhao Huangchao owed you and lived up to the country, and you owed Liu Songtao. Liu Songtao had a duty to compete in Lushan, but only up to you."