A flying sword rises, a sword strikes in the sky, and the light of the sword can reach the end of the world!

The stars in the sky are like falling stars, just like the sword fairy in white bending his eyes and holding the sword in his hand.

The sword light flashed and he disappeared from the Sifang Wine Shop quietly.

In Taixuan Palace, someone nodded and chuckled.

On Qingyun Street, Jiang Baishi took advantage of the night to sit cross-legged next to the white cow, feeding the white cow grass.

The white cow was grazing peacefully, but there was a flash of light in the eyes of this mythical beast.

Jiang Baishi seemed to be aware of it. Behind the Chief Assistant, the man who looked like a farmer couldn't help but raise his head and look into the distance.

"Lu Jing went to a heavenly gate and saw the King of Heaven, the two stars of Taibai, that's all. He actually realized the rumored Taibai Sword Light...

The person who has realized Taibai Sword Light is no more than the Fourth Master Ji Chen'an in this world."

The peasant man sighed.

Jiang Baishi coughed a few times and said feebly: "When Master ascends to heaven, heaven will open the gates for him, and Taibai will whisper to him.

This Lu Jing ascends to the sky, in fact, the same is true.

This...is actually a good thing."

The peasant man was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Is this good or bad for your chess game, sir?"

Jiang Baishi put down the fodder in his hand, stood up, reached out and touched the horns of the white cow.

"The chess game I am playing has also been finalized.

From the Heavenly Palace to the human world, as well as Yuyuan, Yanggu, Lei Jiehai, and Yang Jiehai, they are all involved in my game.

This is the limit for the old man, and I will not live long. After I die, it will be best if the chess game is successful. If the chess game is not successful, I am just a handful of loess, so why worry about so much?"

"I've tried my best. Lu Jing's fate is on him, and the variables are also on Lu Jing's body. Whether it's fate or variables, it has nothing to do with me."

Jiang Baishi carefully stroked the horns of the white cow. After a few breaths passed, he hunched over and turned back to the east hall.

The peasant man looked at Jiang Baishi's stooped body and felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Even during the spiritual tide, when all the immortals in the sky fell to the earth, this old man who once rode a white bull to roam the countryside and later became the chief minister of Dafu was never so decadent.

"In countless years, has there never been a victory in the world?"

The peasant man asked himself.

In today's world, there are Emperor Chongtian, King Zhu, King Chong'an, Grand Duke Sun, several unparalleled generals, Jiang Baishi, Han Xintai, Jiujia in the world, and thousands of tyrannical people.

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But even in this world, a saint cannot be a saint, and he still has to use chess games to plan the world.

In such a world, how long will it take for the human world to win?

Just as the peasant man's thoughts were flickering in his mind, the sword light that went straight to the outside of Taixuan Jing suddenly shone brightly.

The white cow that was originally kneeling on the ground and grazing also stood up. Its body was full of vitality, but then these vitalities disappeared and flew towards the Jokhang Mountain.

The peasant man's blood was like boiling lava. He raised his head and raised his hand towards the place where the sword light flashed.

This peasant man seemed to want to hold on to the vitality flying between heaven and earth, but the vitality flew away towards the Jokhang Mountain through his fingers.

"It's the legendary human star."

Qi and blood flashed in the eyes of the peasant man. When he started to develop his mysterious skills, he set his sights on the Jokhang Mountain.

But I saw an incarnation of a heavenly king standing on the top of Jokhang Mountain.

The Heavenly King was reincarnated and lived under the Taibai Star Dou, and the sword energy wandered around the Heavenly King's body!

The body of the dark king is more than ten feet tall, and his majesty is unparalleled.

When he held Taibai Sword Light in his hand, the dazzling sword energy flew into the sky, and the mystery was unpredictable.

"This is not Fuguang sword energy, this is Taibai sword energy."

The peasant man seemed to have remembered something, and his eyes suddenly became serious.

He turned his head and entered the east hall.

In the east hall, Jiang Baishi sat on the blue and white chair as always, struggling to support his weak body and fall asleep.

The peasant man walked up to Jiang Baishi and wanted to speak, but hesitated.

But he only hesitated for two or three breaths.

Jiang Baishi waved his hand gently: "After I die, if Lu Jing doesn't become a sharp sword for killing immortals, you can vote for him."

…

The abbot monk and Zhao Qingyang sat opposite each other.

Monk Shenxiu helplessly poured tea for the two of them.

Cheng Hui changed into a Taoist robe and saw that the abbot and Zhao Qingyang were reluctant to leave, so she had to cook and prepare some fast food for them.

One is an eminent monk from Daleiyin Temple.

The other one is Zhenwu Shandao Sword.

Both of them have extraordinary status, and their cultivation is much better than that of the young Buddhist disciples of Jokhang Temple.

They just sat like this, saying nothing, but their eyes kept colliding, as if they were having some kind of confrontation.

"Jing Guogong met Gouchen and Kunpeng, and they have a predestined relationship with our Taoist sect.

Since the incident of General Butian in Pingping Township, Daleiyin Temple has stopped accepting lay disciples, do you still expect Duke Jing Guo to cut off his hair and become a monk?"

After a long while, Zhao Qingyang suddenly spoke. His words were full of anger, and he did not look at the abbot and monk when he spoke.

But the abbot monk chuckled and asked Zhao Qingyang: "Can you make swords?"

Zhao Qingyang shook his head calmly.

The abbot monk added: "Master Jiyuan's relic contains the sword light that will last forever, and gods, ghosts and demons cannot get close to it.

When I make a sword, I only need to engrave scriptures on the sword. Duke Jing Guo is the living descendant of Master Ji Yuan.

Although the Zhenwu incense ashes are good, do you have a way to make Duke Jingguo easily understand the sword energy in the incense ashes?"

The abbot monk said this and asked Zhao Qingyang: "Speaking of which, which sword light of heaven and earth was born from the ashes of this incense burner?"

Zhao Qingyang replied: "It's Lord Jianguang Wulei."

The abbot monk was stunned for a moment, then he squinted his eyes and laughed, his rich cheeks trembling.

"The Lord of Five Thunders is naturally powerful, but this sword light is fierce and strong. For thousands of years, those who have understood this sword light in Zhenwu Mountain are all eight-level heavenly beings.

Brother Taoist came here with such a furnace of incense and ashes. I don’t know whether he attaches too much importance to Duke Jing Guo or thinks too highly of Duke Jing Guo.”

Zhao Qingyang waved his fly whisk to drive away a few mosquitoes.

"Since I, Zhen Wushan, dare to look for Duke Jing Guo to find an opportunity, I naturally have a way to subdue the Five Thunder Lords. What's more, you must not forget that Duke Jing Guo reflects on Gou Chen Yuanxing, and is destined to be with my thunder method."

The abbot monk was not worried, he just shook his head to himself.

"Yuan Xing is Yuan Xing after all. Taoism is good at controlling thunder, but it does not mean that Gou Chen belongs to Taoism.

If this is true, I, the Great Buddha of Leiyin Temple, once saw Duke Jingguo reflecting on the Heavenly King’s Yuanxing. The Heavenly King once said that it was the Buddha who sat down to protect the Dharma. Wouldn’t it be that Duke Jingguo is more destined to be my Buddha?”

Zhao Qingyang, the abbot and the monk remained silent. When they spoke, they were sarcastic and sarcastic, completely unlike the two monks.

"Senior brother, these two senior brothers from Leiyin Temple and Zhenwu Mountain talk like guns and sticks. How can there be any shadow of enlightened people?" Cheng Hui lowered her voice and spoke to Monk Shenxiu.

Monk Shenxiu also quietly said to Cheng Hui: "This is an opportunity. Daleiyin Temple and Zhenwu Mountain will naturally send tough disciples. If everything is compromised, wouldn't such a good opportunity as Mr. Lu Jing's be given to others?

?”

While kneading the dough, Chenhui said with a sneer: "Mr. Lu Jing didn't want to pay attention to them and left with Donor Lu Yi.

I see, neither Zhenwu Mountain nor Daleiyin Temple can form a good relationship with Mr. Lu Jing."

Monk Shenxiu also nodded seriously.

"Mr. Lu Jing always acts according to his own temperament.

Senior Brother Abbot and Senior Brother Qingyang said they came here to form a good relationship, but whether it is the relic or the incense ashes, they must rely on their respective Taoist traditions to control them.

This is tantamount to asking Mr. Lu Jing to adopt their methods and deepen the relationship with them."

"But..." Monk Shenxiu paused, with some emotion in his tone: "The Jiyuan relic and the Wuleijun incense ashes are both extremely precious.

If it is used to make a sword, and paired with the dragon bone of Taichong Dragon Lord, the sword produced will definitely be a first-class sword."

Zhao Qingyang, the abbot and the monk stared with big eyes.

The abbot monk plans to stay in this Jokhang Temple.

Zhao Qingyang seemed to be angry and had no intention of leaving.

Cheng Hui is cooking.

Monk Shenxiu was just about to add tea to the two of them.
To be continued...