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Chapter six hundred and forty-two vertical and horizontal thirty-six

early morning.

Lin Zhao was holding a jug of wine and leaning against the pavilion. In fact, he was less than half drunk, but more depressed. Lin Wanhua's whereabouts were unknown and had always been a big problem for him.

The old Taoist drank until morning and his face was red. He turned to look to the west. Tan Xin had broken through the twelve realms. Then it seemed that it was time to start the final step of the layout on Qi Liandao's chessboard. This layout affected the secrets of the world, and the old Taoist could not figure it out at all.

Cut off, otherwise he will inevitably become the enemy of the two sides in the world of ghosts. With his fourteenth realm, it is impossible to break the situation even if he fights to the death, so he can only try his best to find a better situation and a better result.

It's time to hit the road.

The old man stood up.

Lin Zhao also raised his hand to lean on Li Quan and stood up. He gently shook his palms and used his cultivation to dispel the smell of alcohol and said, "Senior, are you leaving?"

"Um."

Wang Laodao smiled and said: "There are some things that only I can do, but there is still some time, anything?"

"have."

Lin Zhaoqing said: "I have a friend named Xu Ming'an, who is a monk in the Po Tao Temple in Jiuhua Mountain in the south. When I went south to Furong Prefecture, I went with him and promised to go to Jiuhua Mountain to see him. Now I have

It's been a long time, so I want to go to Jiuhua Mountain. My senior is also a Taoist. In that case, why don't you go with me and meet my friend? If you like it, senior can give you some advice."

"OK."

Wang Laodao nodded: "Just go once and for all. You have to pay for the drinks along the way."

"Um!"

The two met after breakfast and left. Early in the morning, the morning light fell on the mountain top garden. Dongzang served bowls of noodles as usual, including eel noodles, leek moss pork noodles, etc.

While Lin Zhao, Chen Ben, Gao Zhi and others were eating noodles, Wang Laodao stood up, patted his belly, turned to look at the little girl who had just eaten, and said with a smile: "Tongyu, the five-spice peanuts yesterday were so delicious.

.”

"right?"

Tong Yu smiled proudly and said: "Sister Dongzang taught me how to make it. I knew it would be delicious."

"As a thank you for this handful of peanuts..."

The old Taoist smiled and said: "I have to give you a gift, and I hope you don't mind it being shabby."

"oh?"

Tong Yu smiled and asked: "The old gentleman's story is also very good. What gift do you want to give me?"

"Shh, you have to keep it a secret!"

The old Taoist turned around and walked awkwardly to the natural living room. Then he took out a seriously wrinkled book from the rag package and stuffed it into Tong Yu's hands. Then he squatted in front of Tong Yu with one knee and pressed it with one hand.

Writing a book, holding Tong Yu's hand in one hand, he said: "Remember, this sword manual was brought out of a devil's cave by my old man after narrowly escaping death. It can be said to be the best in the world, and it is a treasure for you to have a good life.

, practice your sword according to the secrets from now on, and don’t dare to say anything else, in this world, your swordsmanship can at least be ranked up to this!"

The old Taoist held out three fingers.

Tong Yu was shocked: "Top three?"

"Well, if you're diligent enough, it's not impossible to be number one." The old Taoist laughed coaxingly: "Anyway, you practice by yourself, not even your master can tell, this is a secret between you and me.

!”

"oh……"

Tong Yu put the secret book into the storage bag and said: "But senior, I accepted this secret book, but I can't hide it from the master. The master is one of the closest people to Tong Yu in the world, and I want to give it to her first."

I will practice only if Master agrees with the purpose."

"..."

Wang Laodao had a look of helplessness on his face and regretted it after accepting it. The reputation of Fusu Great Wall was really impressive, but he didn't care about it and said with a smile: "Okay, Tong Yu is a sensible little girl, I can rest assured when you do things."

.”

"Uh-huh."

Tong Yu smiled and nodded. She glanced at the storage bag and finally saw a line of words on the cover of the secret book.

Thirty-six sword manuals.



"snort!"

In the sleeve, Lin Wanhua stood suspended in the sky and earth, and chuckled: "Senior, why are you doing this?"

"Oh, I can't help it. I owe others a favor. This is the hardest favor to repay since ancient times."

Wang Laodao smiled and said: "The master who has been imprisoned for so long must give some gifts, right? Tong Yu's foundation in swordsmanship is indeed rare. My Zongheng Thirty-Six will allow her to practice hard, and the effect will definitely not be better than the one passed down by Lu Xinghe.

Fusu Great Wall's swordsmanship is poor, and may even be stronger. Although I am not a swordsman, my understanding of swordsmanship is that no one in the world is better than me except for Ding."

Lin Wanhua frowned. She also knew in her heart that this "Zongheng Thirty-Six" was definitely the secret skill of the old Taoist priest. The flying sword that was warmed in the gourd was trained by the world's sword cultivator, Zongheng Thirty-Six.

Swordsmanship has always been about killing, but this strange man who is also a Taoist, strategist, and military strategist created a set of thirty-six vertical and horizontal swords, which are said to be vertical and horizontal, both offensive and defensive, and invincible in the world. Although he was not a swordsman at that time, he was able to do all the swordsmanship.

A gourd can travel through all the heavens and seas without any rival.

Now, these thirty-six swords that have never been passed down to other people have been passed down to his disciple Tong Yu. This opportunity is unimaginable at all. It is a great opportunity that the swordsmen in the world dare not even dream of, let alone others.

He has only been imprisoned for ten and twenty days. So what if he is imprisoned for ten years because of Tong Yu's fate?

Moreover, Lin Wanhua knew very well that just because of a handful of spiced peanuts and because she was imprisoned for several days, it was impossible to give away a copy of the Thirty-Six Sword Manual. A large part of the reason was that the mountain top garden, the old Taoist

In fact, I really like Lin Zhao, a junior, and I also highly approve of the family style of Shanding Villa. Because Tong Yu is from Shanding Villa, he calls Lin Zhao brother, plus Zhang Luobai, Zhuang Yirong, two young people

In fact, the old Taoist also liked it very much, so he let the old Taoist dig into the tiger's mouth and teach him his secret knowledge!

In addition, the old Taoist is also a military strategist and has a close relationship with the ancestral family of the military strategist. Therefore, teaching the Thirty-Six Swords of Zongheng is indirectly equivalent to having a close relationship with the military strategist, Confucianism, and the Eternal Secret Realm.

This incense and love is priceless.

"In that case."

Lin Wanhua's tone softened for the first time and she said, "I would like to thank you, senior, on behalf of Tongyu, but...how long will senior keep me under house arrest?"

"As soon as the war begins, I will let you go out to fight."

Wang Laodao said in a deep voice: "You'd better cultivate your sword spirit. In this battle, you will face the worst and strongest fourteenth realm in the world, and it may even be the legendary fifteenth realm.

"

"..."

Lin Wanhua was surprised, how could Wang Laodao be planning and planning to create a powerful enemy in the fifteenth level? What kind of planning is this?



early morning.

Lin Zhao chose two Yunxi war horses from the army, one for each of Lao Tao, and headed south to Jiuhua Mountain. It was not that he didn't want to go there with his sword, but that he was worried that Lao Tao wouldn't.

Yunxi's war horse was extremely fast. Six hours later, after a day and night in the game, they arrived at Jiuhua Mountain, one of the mountains, at noon. The two war horses were so tired that they snorted, so Lin Zhao scattered them in the grass at the foot of the mountain to eat.

Cao Cao, he and the old Taoist walked side by side on the mountain. There were no people on the mountain, not even a single hunter.

But the mountain road has obviously been cleaned by someone and is very refreshing.

When we were approaching the top of the mountain, a dilapidated Taoist temple appeared in our field of vision. It was said to be a Taoist temple, but in fact it was just a shabby house with the appearance of a Taoist temple. There was no incense at all, but the Taoist temple was surrounded by vegetable gardens, full of cucumbers and bean pods.

, pumpkins and other crops, and there is also a vegetable garden surrounded by a fence, with a few sparse chickens raised in it.

Xu Mingan's location is truly a paradise.

Wang Laodao looked at it and then looked at the scene inside the Taoist temple. Although it was dilapidated, it was well-kept. No one offered incense, so the owner offered it himself. The one enshrined in the Taoist temple was Emperor Zhenwu. The wooden statues were wiped clean and did not fall off.

A trace of dust suddenly made the old Taoist squint his eyes. It was a bit interesting. One person supported a Taoist temple without incense but did not slack off at all. At least he was in a good mood.

A voice came from behind the Taoist temple.

Lin Zhao took the first step and shouted: "Xu Ming'an!"

"ah?!"

The little Taoist priest who was carrying a bucket to water the vegetables was overjoyed. He rolled up his trousers and ran over. He laughed loudly and said: "Lin Zhao, you are really here, hahahaha~~~"

The two hugged each other happily.

"Etc., etc……"

Lin Zhao hurriedly turned around and said with a smile: "Let me introduce to you, Wang Laodao, a friend I met on the road. I thought he was a decent person, so I brought him up the mountain with me. I will just add a spoonful of rice when cooking."

"oops……"

Xu Ming'an scratched his head and said with an awkward smile: "Mi stopped half a month ago, how about... Wo Wo Tou deal with it?"

"Okay!"

Wang Laodao smiled and nodded.

"Well, wait a moment!"

Xu Ming'an wore a worn-out monk's robe and went out to pick a large handful of beans from the vegetable garden. Then he grabbed a big rooster weighing at least three pounds.

Mao was waiting, Lin Zhao was helping to knead the noodles, and the two young men were busy together. Wang Laodao was looking at Xu Ming'an's vegetable garden. They were all pieces of grass dug out from between the rock peaks. Even the soil might have come from

It was brought up from the mountainside.

He couldn't help but narrow his eyes. This little Taoist priest may not be very good at catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits, but his cultivation method is quite extraordinary. It is indeed not easy for a person to maintain a Taoist temple and support himself. Moreover,

You must guard your heart, otherwise you would have gone down the mountain to beg for a meal with your cultivation in the lower five realms. The world is so big, and it is too easy for a Taoist priest in the lower five realms to have enough to eat.

This kid is pretty good at keeping his heart.



At noon, a large pot of roasted chicken nuggets with beans was cooked. Xu Mingan also cooked two vegetarian dishes and a plate of small fish caught in the mountain stream. As for the wine, it was green bamboo wine provided by Lin Zhao. The three of them sat under the tree.

We ate at the table below. For a while, the breeze blew at noon, the leaves rustled and the birds chirped constantly. This meal was full of flavor.

When Wang Laodao tasted the first piece of chicken, he thought it tasted great.

He raised his head and glanced at Xu Ming'an, feeling a little happy. This boy could keep his character and was good at cooking. Moreover, he could be friends with someone like Lin Zhao, so his character must be good. For a moment, the old Taoist had already made up his mind.

Let him be a named disciple. If you teach him a method, you will be able to flourish in the world again, which is a good thing!


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