Beyond the mouth of the gorge is a battle of the pinnacle of warriors in the world, and on the banks of the Guangling River more than ten miles upstream of the battlefield, without the Taoist priest who still owes the villagers more than a dozen peach-wood swords in the hut, there is only a muddle-headed one left. When Wang Xiaoping folded his hands on his knees and watched the water pass away quietly, the crazy monk also took off the dilapidated cassock that accompanied him all the way from Mount Landa, and put on the clean clothes that he entrusted Wang Xiaoping to buy at the market two days ago. The middle-aged Taoist, who has always been unsmiling, even made an exception and said with a smile that he will be paid for collecting the corpses, and there is no need to pay it back.
The monk patted his bald head, then stretched out his hand and took a reed leaf from the reed bushes by the river, and it floated into the river. He stepped into the river and stepped on the reed lightly.
A reed goes down the river.
Several ships went up against the current, one wave after another, only to witness the hearty battle between the two immortals, and happened to see the current scene, a little shocked to the point of numbness, wondering what is today What kind of great luck did you hit, it was like immortals came out in large numbers, but all of them came out in one go, could it be that the hidden world is so worthless
The reed leaf came out of the gorge and floated to the center of the river. The useless monk who was no longer wearing cassocks looked left and right, first glanced at Wang Xiaoping, then at the old Taoist, with a calm expression, took a step across, and quickly sank to the bottom of the river.
The water at the bottom of the Guangling River was turbid and the light was dim. Finding people and objects was like looking for a needle in a haystack, but he still accurately landed a few feet away from the purple-clothed body. The Huishan woman's six senses and seven apertures were all closed. The delicate body is curled up like a baby in the womb, and the heaven and the earth are the parents.
Liu Songtao stared blankly at the woman.
The reason why the old Taoist on the shore who insisted on practicing solitude and hermitism left Longhu Mountain was originally because he wanted to see her on her deathbed and pushed forward. The reason why she practiced Taoism in Longhu Mountain also had an unspeakable secret that few people knew.
A hundred years ago, the three of them traveled the rivers and lakes hand in hand. He was not yet a monk of Mount Landa, but the ninth generation leader of Mount Zhulu, and a heretic who was least like the leader of Mount Zhulu among the leaders of all previous demon sects. And that Taoist is not the current resident of Longhu Mountain, but the fourth prince who is recognized by the Liyang royal family as being better than a prince than a prince. There is no such thing as an all-powerful appearance, and there is no such thing as a wealthy background, but Liu Songtao, who walks the world anonymously, just fell in love with her, but she fell in love with the handsome young man named Zhao Huangchao, Liu Songtao didn't mind it , three people walking together, with the two of them, where in the world can she not go? During the period, Liu Songtao didn't feel sad when he watched the beloved woman smile at other men. But when he returned to Zhulu Mountain, and then came out of the retreat, he heard the bad news that Zhao Huangchao had created by himself, he went down the mountain silently, like today, he also helped people collect the corpse, put clothes on her, and carried her back to the mountain .
The last time Liu Songtao went to the competition, he killed countless famous figures in the rivers and lakes for fame, and killed countless high-ranking princes and famous officials. After the murder, every time he turned around, he always felt that she was standing there laughing.
Liu Songtao looked at the purple-clothed woman who was her but not her, and burst into tears.
Liu Songtao stretched out his hand, trying to hold the corner of the big purple coat floating gently with the bottom of the river, then slowly withdrew his hand, his body began to float up, broke through the water, touched the water on the river, and laughed loudly.
The surface of the river is like a drum, making a noise.
"Heaven and earth are useless, they don't enter my eyes. The sun and the moon are useless, they cannot be together. Kunlun is useless, if you don't come to me. Compassion is useless, morality is useless. Purity is useless, your sleeves are empty. Great rivers are useless, going east and never returning. Wind and snow are useless, you can't Full and warm. Grass is useless, it dries up every year. Cause and effect are useless, everything is definite. Rivers and lakes are useless, two pairs forget each other... "
Liu Songtao sang like a Buddhist with his head bowed, like a madman beating a elegy, he skimmed to the shore, stared down at the Wudang sword idiot who died with a smile, and suppressed the arrogance that I see no one in the world, his lips moved slightly, and his hands clasped together , to chant sutras for the swordsman to see him off.
Liu Songtao opened his eyes, looked around, then looked at the sky, and laughed loudly: "It's useless to practice Zen, what kind of Buddha is he?!"
At the same time, Liu Songtao shook his shoulders, his pale face disappeared for a moment, and then glowed with a purple-gold complexion in Buddhist classics that only eminent monks who have attained enlightenment can have.
With that shake of his shoulders, the leader of Zhulu Mountain seemed to shake off a heavy burden he had carried for a long time.
Veteran Taoist Zhao Huangchao squinted his eyes and his face was gloomy. He had figured out that Wang Xiaoping's mahogany sword, which had never been drawn, seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, and he went west to Wudang Mountain in Beiliang.
You, Liu Songtao, who has been hiding in Mount Landa for a hundred years, also want to get involved in this muddy water
Zhao Huangchao hesitated, but in the end he still didn't immediately stop Liu Songtao from shaking off the invisible thing.
Before Liu Songtao moved forward, he looked back at Zhao Huangchao, who had been entangled with grievances for a hundred years.
The two looked at each other.
Liu Songtao sneered: "Even women are inferior! This was true a hundred years ago, and it will be even more so a hundred years later. Why is old thief Zhao not dead?!"
Zhao Huangchao, who once came out of the body and rode a dragon to Mount Kuanglu, remained silent.
Back then, Liu Songtao went on a killing spree, and his power was unstoppable in the court and the public. It was Zhao Huangchao who half begged and half forced the real person of Longhushan Tianshi Mansion to put down the altar, and asked the three modern ancestors to nail him, the devil, with thousands of miles of sky thunder. Although he did not kill Liu Songtao, he managed to silence the leader of the Demon Cult for a hundred years.
Liu Songtao ignored this old ancestor whom the current emperor of the Zhao family knew well but dared not admit, and ran wildly to chase after Wang Xianzhi who was walking on the shore.
He walked out of Mount Lantuo and came to the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains. Li Danxin from the Two Zen Temples blocked the way, Luoyang in white clothes blocked the way, Zhao Ningshen, the reincarnation of the first patriarch of Longhu Mountain, and countless top heroes in the Jianghu also blocked the way.
This time, he was going to block the way of others.
Wang Xianzhi still walked at a leisurely pace, Liu Songtao quickly caught up with the Mayor of Wudi City who was more than 40 years younger than him, seemingly walking side by side, but Liu Songtao actually swam against the wind without touching the ground.
Wang Xianzhi did not turn his head, and said calmly: "The present is not what it used to be. A hundred years ago, Liu Songtao could be the well-deserved No. You are slightly better. Are you really going to stop me?"
Liu Songtao said with a smile: "The country and the river are suitable for each other, and new generations have a new atmosphere, isn't it a good thing?"
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 and mine will prosper for a hundred years and will not die for a thousand years. It's not that Liu doesn't know, but it's just that one generation has one life, and you can't force it. Like those in the Great Qin Dynasty Lobbyists and tourists who are swaying and swaying, everyone is like a dog traveling far away. How could you have imagined that there will be many rich and powerful people in the future, and they are destined to become a cancer in the eyes of future generations. What is good in your Wang Xianzhi's eyes may be the worst evil in others. Is it not enough to win the arena of several generations by one person? It is not a bad thing to be your heavenly immortal and let future generations go their own way. You may say that Wudang Li Yufu is better than you It is even more unnecessary, but after all, he is a member of the three religions, and he has just entered the world, as for Xu Fengnian, he has a special status and is quite different from you, how can he be generalized?"
Wang Xianzhi sneered and said, "Eating Huang Sanjia's remnants coldly, helping Huang Longshi as a minion, relying on his status as a reincarnated celestial being, is it really reasonable? Wang Xianzhi doesn't believe in this reason. If there is a reason, then he has to wait for me." After ascension, I was in the mood to listen to it."
Liu Songtao smiled and said: "I've heard a lot of rumors about you these days. It's not the same as me and Gao Shulu 400 years ago, who killed the world's masters when they saw the world's masters. No matter whether they are good or evil, you rarely kill them. Sure enough. It’s the way that is different, and we don’t conspire with each other.”
Wang Xianzhi snorted coldly, "Xu Fengnian's hard-earned cultivation is better than being wasted under Beimang's iron hooves, he might as well fight me upright. After all, there will still be people in the world who remember him as the King of Beiliang. Otherwise, Liyang Zhao Shi’s nonsense virtues, not to mention that the history will be famous through the ages, even privately compiled unofficial history dare not mention a single word.”
Liu Songtao frowned and asked, "Aren't you worried that once the Beimang cavalry breaks through the northwest gate and invades the Central Plains, how many people will die even if it's only ten years? It won't be much less than the Spring and Autumn War, right?"
Wang Xianzhi said flatly: "What does the division of the world have to do with me?"
Liu Songtao said with emotion: "Didn't Huang Longshi say something, everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world?"
Wang Xianzhi sneered and said: "Spoil your lips and say a few good things. If others don't talk about him, you Liu Songtao think 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 down world."
But Liu Songtao didn't get angry. After a moment of silence, he was amazed, happy, and admired. He had mixed feelings for a while, and he forgot to walk against the wind. He didn't dare to speak out, and he only said in his heart: "What Wang Xianzhi asked, I am knew."
After the ascension, I, Wang Xianzhi, personally sat at the gate of heaven to prevent heaven and man from interfering with the world, but warriors in the world can still ascend.
So you, Li Yufu, are just superfluous!
Wang Xianzhi didn't stop, and the words came to Liu Songtao's ears from afar, "Since you are well prepared, if you want to block the way, don't worry about the wound of the sword."
Liu Songtao muttered a good word, and moved forward again, passed Wang Xianzhi, stopped and turned around tens of feet in front of him.
Bow your head and put your hands together.
Liu Songtao looked free and easy, truly relieved, and said to himself: "Hiding in Mount Lantuo, I can survive, and I will see the person I think about in a hundred years. It's time for Liu Songtao to be devout and offer a stick of incense to the Buddhist orthodoxy."
A statue of a bodhisattva suddenly fell from the sky.
It lies between Liu Songtao and Wang Xianzhi.
This is Liu Songtao's way of blocking the way.
Falling sword pose.
A stick of incense is respected, and the Bodhisattva sword is lowered.
Wang Xiaoping, Liu Songtao, sword fairy and sword fairy.
Wang Xianzhi looked up at the sky subconsciously, as if remembering that there was no one person he owed in his life there, and turned his head to look at the place where someone died.
Liu Songtao kept clasping his hands together.
So the majestic Dharma images of the great Buddhas and Bodhisattvas all over the sky descended to the world without rest.
Wang Xianzhi clenched his fists, crossed them in front of his chest, and took a deep breath.
The Dharma signs descended, from far to near, continuously, and intensified, and had already laid a net around the old man in sackcloth.
Wang Xianzhi stepped down with two feet, one left and one right.
The world is invincible, what is this