The sky is wide open!
Indistinctly, you can see the goddess scattering flowers, and you can hear the sound of Sanskrit in a trance, and the bells and chimes of the fairy house are ringing.
Naturally, it is necessary to forcibly "recruit" the old man surnamed Zhang, the first ancestor of Confucianism.
This kind of battle is like opening the door of a wealthy family in the world to welcome distinguished guests.
At the critical moment, the old man with dangling sleeves turned his head and smiled at the young vassal king, "My old body that has been buried in the ground for hundreds of years can't stand your tossing like this!"
Then the old man turned his gaze to the east, and laughed loudly: "You Peach Blossom Sword God, you are too narrow-minded, as a junior in the rivers and lakes, you don't know how to respect the elders, you really don't have an overnight revenge, and you want to avenge it that night?"
Xu Fengnian's face was solemn, and Deng Tai'a commanded more than 200,000 flying swords of the Wu family's swords, and rushed to Beiliang together in a mighty way, and even needed the sword to go first, compared to the time when Qi Jiajie escaped to the foot of the summer town at the foot of the mountain, people came first to the sword and then arrived , Deng Tai'a needs to expend energy and energy, it can't be counted!
Even though Deng Tai'a was regarded by the world as the number one person in terms of killing power, the number one person in the mysterious realm, and the number one person in swordsmanship since a thousand years ago, but this time he used the entire ancient sword at the same time, Xu Fengnian thought on his knees. Everyone knows Deng Tai's hardships.
The more so, the greater the burden on Xu Fengnian.
Especially the old man in front of him is so calm and composed, doesn't he seem to be dying
The sage of the Zhang family slowly withdrew his gaze, looked at Xu Fengnian again, and said in a leisurely manner: "Young man, let me give you a word. Love will never last, and wisdom will hurt. You, you have both, it is difficult to die well. Be a man , muddling along, it's rare to be confused, so you can relax."
The flying swords that started from the sword mound are densely packed with almost no gaps. Wherever they pass, they appear like mountains in the sky, covering the moonlight.
Xu Fengnian no longer concealed that his aura flowed rapidly, and his spirit reached its peak in an instant, using this as a traction, like burning a candle alone in the eternal night, attracting moths to the flame.
Faced with Xu Fengnian's resoluteness, complex emotions flashed in the old man's eyes, he no longer had the intention of sneering at the young feudal lord, nor did he look at the Tianmen, which to him was no different from a dragon's pond and a tiger's lair, but turned around and looked down, Where the feet stood, the bluestone slab ground was broken like a spider's web.
After raising his head, the old man turned his back to Xu Fengnian, and said calmly: "It is said that a scholar can know the world's affairs without going out. I have heard about the battle between you and Wang Xianzhi. How can I go to heaven? Besides... "
The old man with fluttering hair at the temples suddenly turned his head, his eyes were cold, and he said in a serious tone: "Besides, Lu Dongxuan can pass through the gate of heaven and turn back, so I can't do it? I really can't, I really don't want to!"
The old man turned around, and finally turned his back to the gate of heaven, facing the young man, "Trees have to die, and people are weak! I will let you know today that even if you, Xu Fengnian, hold an invincible cavalry, even if you are a great master of martial arts When you have to accept your fate!"
With the strong wind blowing against his face, Xu Fengnian smiled casually, "Do you know that some people in later generations have ridiculed you as 'a person who knows what can't be done'?"
Xu Fengnian continued: "Do you know that a Confucianist who is second only to you is a sub-sage who even said, 'Although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go'?"
The old man said indifferently: "It's all good words, better than your "sorrowful dog."
Xu Fengnian looked at the saints of the Zhang family, "Even if you are fascinated, you may not be able to achieve it, but it will eventually make you fascinated. Xu Xiao told me privately when he was old that he never liked scholars in the world. I have seen many scholars go to the hall together, everyone is in high spirits, and the jade pendants around their waists are tinkling, I am really envious and pleasant to hear."
Finally, the old man asked: "If everything is not in balance, it will cry. This statement makes sense. In this case, Xu Fengnian, do you have a last word to say to this world?"
The mountain-closing talisman on the cold knife has disappeared, and Xu Fengnian put on the new sixth-generation cold knife of the Xu family again. This one."
The old man shook his head and said, "It's because you haven't really despaired yet."
Xu Fengnian, who was indifferent, raised a palm like grabbing something.
The Zhang family sage snorted coldly, "Deng Tai'a's flying sword is not bad, but it must be able to come to Wudang Mountain!"
The old man also raised his arm, and then pressed down, "Drop the sword for me!"
The flying sword, which was already approaching Youzhou, Beiliang Road, stabbed obliquely into the ground like the arrow at the end of a crossbow.
The incomparably spectacular scene at the junction of Youzhou and Hezhou, the wind blowing and the rain slanting down, the flying swords in the air drew an arc and plunged into the ground.
Falling on the mountains, falling on the rivers, falling on the fields, falling on the yellow sand.
Like a heavy snow falling on all no one's place.
The young man who had been dragging Feijian to the cold all the time had scarlet blood oozing from between his brows.
But this sword qi, frost and snow, the latest land of falling swords, is getting closer and closer to Wudang Mountain after all, and a wave of flying swords falling tilted and falling is less than a hundred miles away from this big lotus peak.
And the three orifices of the ear, nose and mouth of the young feudal king also began to bleed.
After the sage of the Zhang family pressed his palm, his originally immobile figure slid out a step, and he was one step closer to the Tianmen.
When more than a thousand flying swords landed on the Green Bamboo Peak to the right of the Great Lotus Peak one after another.
The young man's eyes began to bleed.
His face was bruised.
When a certain flying sword fell into the deep stream outside the Great Lotus Peak.
Xu Fengnian's face was already blurred.
But that rusty unknown ancient sword was already the last of the 200,000 flying swords in the Wu Family Sword Tomb.
But even though the saint of the Zhang family seemed to be leaning against the gate of heaven, his feet were still standing outside the threshold in fact.
One step away makes a world of difference.
Heaven and earth.
The old man lowered his head and squinted at the three-foot sword named Manjiaxue, and gently pressed it with his free left hand.
The young man with blood on his face twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.
The old man who clearly didn't look at the young vassal king seemed to have insight into the secret, "I know, you still have the last sword, but you will never count it, the whole land of the four states of Beiliang Road, if you replace it You can borrow that sword anywhere, but you can’t do it here in Wudang Mountain. After all, Wudang Mountain is a pure place of Taoism. It has been the ancestral home of Taoism in the north since ancient times. Now in Liyang, there is almost no war here, so the relationship with your Xu family's heaven and man is the weakest. If it is outside the Liangzhou Pass, at the Hulukou of Youzhou, don't say I can't stop you from borrowing Deng Tai'a for the last time. The sword, I'm afraid it has already been sent to the gate of heaven for you at this time."
The old man bent down slightly, and lightly patted the hilt of the sword, "You and that Tai'a sword are hard brothers."
A rainbow of light, like a comet in the sky, hits the Great Lotus Peak from west to east.
It's just that it seems to have hit an invisible city wall.
Aroused bursts of dazzling electric light and flint, gorgeous and unparalleled.
The ancient sword couldn't move forward an inch, whining endlessly.
The old man closed his eyes, as if he was listening to the sound, and murmured: "The article emphasizes mourning but not hurting, but the battlefield says that mourning soldiers must win. Which one is right?"
The old man asked himself and answered: "Scholars write articles that hurt their spirits, but how many people can really work hard? But people die in wars, and it's strange that people don't die."
The Confucian patriarch finally looked at the young man.
He slowly closed his eyes.
The blood blurred his face, so he couldn't see his expression clearly. He didn't know whether he was in pain, sadness, regret, relief, or what.
By expending Beiliang's energy, he might be able to save himself, but he will lose in the battle of recklessness.
Don't you want to
Is it the same as "I have to, but I really don't want to"
The saint of the Zhang family who beat the two great masters of martial arts on Wudang Mountain tonight laughed loudly and looked up to the sky.
Desolation, sorrow, joy, mixed feelings.
The old man suddenly yelled at the sky: "Scholars of my generation, who grew up from Zhang Fuyao, are good at cultivating awe-inspiring spirit, but never seek longevity! Fuck your mother's reincarnation of heaven! I have guarded the world for eight hundred years, and I just watched you!" Immortals have been gesticulating for eight hundred years, and now you still want to make progress?!"
That heavenly gate exploded with a bang!
Ignoring the huge movement behind him, the old man stepped forward, looked at the young feudal lord, and asked sharply: "Xu Fengnian, let me ask you! New grains are basking in the sun, oranges are hanging high, fishermen are wearing capes, old farmers are carrying hoes, women are picking Sang, a child herding cattle, an old woman pounding clothes! Iron armor clatters, sword energy is like frost, drums beat like thunder, iron cavalry protrudes, arrows rain down, wolf smoke rises everywhere, and corpses are everywhere! Have you seen all kinds of things in the world?!"
The bloodied young man remained motionless.
See life and death between life and death.
When you are desperate, you can see the root of human nature.
But this guy surnamed Xu is really dead, right
It is reasonable to say that it is not possible!
For the first time ever, the old man showed a trace of panic, he moved forward, and quickly came in front of the young man, stretched out his thumb to clasp the vassal king, and said wonderingly: "The energy in the body is clearly quite strong, why is there no movement?" gone?"
The next moment, the most holy man in the world was kicked by the young man and flew away.
The old man fell heavily on the ground and didn't stand up, just sat on the ground like that, as if he hadn't fully recovered.
The young man also sat down on the ground, put his hands on his knees, opened his eyes, and said weakly, "Your uncle!"
The old man laughed loudly.
Xu Fengnian had no idea what this crazy old man was thinking or what he wanted to do.
He was gasping for breath, and of course he was vomiting blood.
It's just that for some reason, while the pain was piercing my heart, there was also an inexplicable sense of refreshment, as if I was relieved.
Especially that kick, it really kicked me very heartily.
The Zhang family sage raised his hand and patted the dust, pointed to his nose, "Is the scholar great?"
The young feudal lord was already speechless, but only moved his mouth.
From the looks of it, it should be the word "roll".
The old man snorted coldly and said, "So what about Lu Dongxuan, it's different from asking me for advice in the early years!"
The young man also pointed to his nose, then raised his hand with difficulty, making a wave of disgust.
The old man suddenly looked embarrassed.
Before the great Qin ruled the world, the sage of the Zhang family led his disciples to travel around the world, but was rejected by the great Qin.
The old man laughed at himself: "Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge...but eight hundred years is a bit late."
Xu Fengnian, who was extremely embarrassed, regained his vitality slightly, and asked weakly: "Aside from making personal enemies, what else is there?"
The old man was sitting upright, and said in a deep voice: "Before you and Li Yuaxe cut through the gap between heaven and man, I will bear the pressure of heaven for you two! Otherwise, Li Yuaxe, who is practicing in seclusion, is fine, and you, Xu Fengnian, will not be able to deal with Bei Mang with peace of mind. , Are you really an immortal who can watch you rebellious? Maybe those guys are going to let the barbarians of the North Mang take over the Central Plains!"
Xu Fengnian glanced sideways at the old man, then lowered his eyelids.
The old man said angrily: "Little bastard, don't be so cheap! I've helped you get through the stasis in the orifice. Others don't know the difficulty, but you, Xu Fengnian, don't know? It's just like the picture of Julu's rectification of Liyang Water Transport! "
Xu Fengnian ignored the old man.
The old man took a deep breath, "Xu Fengnian, can we stop being so vulgar, can we, what an impassioned feat it was, but it's like a business deal for you kid, it's a loss, isn't it?"
Xu Fengnian directly closed his eyes.
For an old man who is really not used to this kind of "entertainment", even if he is full of strategies, he will find it difficult to display them.
But the direction of the world happens to be the only weakness of the old man, and it is the seven inches of the most holy Confucianism.
There was a long silence.
Xu Fengnian finally opened his eyes, clasped his fists and saluted.
The old man accepted it calmly.
Xu Fengnian stood up staggeringly, and asked softly: "Why don't you give me a head start and solve the problem of helping the grain 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 that guy surnamed Deng speak well later, I will give it a try, but there is no guarantee that it will succeed."
Xu Fengnian waved his hand, "There is no one in the world who can stop Deng Tai'a holding the Tai'a sword, and neither can I."
The old man stomped his feet and said in a hurry: "Hurry up and hide that Tai'a sword!"
While speaking, Tai'a sword had already swung back.
Xu Fengnian gloated a little and walked towards the old man slowly.
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 finger and pointed to the distance, "I heard Huang Longshi talking nonsense about the strange situation in the next thousand years. I was relieved and worried, and it always made me undecided."
Xu Feng said in a young voice: "Sir, you might as well think about it from another angle. Looking at today from 800 years ago, the world has changed for the better after all, right?"
The old man nodded, "Some have gotten better, some have gotten worse. Generally speaking, it is indeed better now."
Then there was two or two silence.
The old man said suddenly: "I probably won't be able to wait for Deng Tai'a to return to Wudang Mountain. You can pass a message to him for me. If you only talk about the level of swordsmanship and not the distance of swordsmanship, he is the first person in all ages."
Xu Fengnian said, "Okay."
The old man stared into the distance with his eyes wide open, his figure was uncertain, and he sighed with emotion in a low voice: "Then let me take one last look at this world."
Xu Fengnian asked in a low voice: "Do you have any last words, sir?"
The old man thought for a moment, "Yes!"
Xu Fengnian said in a deep voice, "Sir, please speak!"
The old man calmly said: "Shut up!"