Chapter 1212 The style of that sword is still dazzling
"How can I be called a young man if I'm not young and energetic?" Xiang Que boasted loudly, but his eyes were stern. The sudden appearance of this person also brought him the same pressure as before.
After Qingxuzi's figure flashed out, he said in a leisurely manner: "You must respect me, you Gujing Temple is the least respectful of etiquette. Look, isn't this arousing the anger of heaven and people? Taoist sects all over the world see you as disobedient. You have to think
If you want to be a human being, what is your failure? If your master is not here, I will teach you for him."
Qing Xuzi stretched out a hand in a nonchalant manner, and pressed it lightly toward Xiang Que. Suddenly, Xiang Que's body seemed to weigh as much as a thousand pounds. The bricks under his feet shattered, and his feet sank into the ground. "Click, click."
There was a crunching sound towards the missing bone, as if it was about to shatter under pressure in an instant.
Xiang Que gritted his teeth, with a look of horror on his face. The Kunlun Headmaster just stepped forward and suppressed him, leaving him unable to fight back.
"My disciple, why are you talking so much? Bah!"
With this sound, the pressure on Xiang Que suddenly lightened up, and he took a long breath to let out the pent-up air in his chest and abdomen. He stared at the figure in front of the Taoist temple with a "swish" look, and said with trembling lips: "You
I’m back”
In front of the Taoist temple, the old Taoist walked in leading a donkey. He had a calf-lick hairstyle on his head as always, and his Taoist robes were still dirty, and he didn't look like a gentleman at all.
When the old Taoist appeared, everyone turned their attention to him. Zuo Dao, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the hall, also opened his eyes and then stood up. Qing Xuzi squinted and couldn't help but hold his hand.
The old Taoist let go of the reins in his hand, the donkey snorted and rubbed his arm, and then ran away happily. The old Taoist walked up to Xiang Que and said: "Every time a person slaughters a dog in a righteous way, most of them are a scholar who is unfaithful."
The majority of the moral people are just us peddlers and lackeys. Those who are literate and talk about benevolence and morality are the people who are famous and upright without making drafts. If you don’t have the same experience as them, they are just a bunch of Yue Buqun.”
"Correct answer..." Xiang Quemei said with a smile: "Old man, where did you die? If you don't come here, I will be tortured by these people. I am young and it doesn't matter, but you are the one who will lose me.
People, hey, can you keep it on your face?"
"I couldn't hang on, so I came." The old Taoist said to Qing Xuzi: "You set up such a big trap and surrounded so many people to besiege Gujing Temple, and finally you got what you wanted? And..."
The old Taoist looked at Zuo Dao again, frowned and said: "You are looking for the last chance to take a step forward without cultivating yourself at this age, but you like to get involved in trivial things. Zuo Dao, have you lived like a dog at your age?
"
Zuo Dao said calmly: "I am here to collect a debt for Fang Zhuo. You are only allowed to hurt my people in Maoshan, and we are not allowed to go back to look for him?"
"You can find it, but it depends on whether you can find it back." The old Taoist nodded lightly, and suddenly sighed and said: "Maoshan Mountain, Longhu Mountain, Tianshi Sect, Kong Mansion and Kunlun, together they will attack our ancient well temple.
This can be considered a great blessing. If I can make you come home in defeat today, it will probably become a great story."
Xiang Que said seriously: "It's necessary."
Zhu Chungang narrowed his eyes and said: "When you came to Kunlun and chopped down the statue of Patriarch Tongtian with a sword, I was humiliated for the rest of my life. Today I am going to your Gujing Temple to demolish your Taoist temple to comfort my Kunlun's thousand-year legacy..."
··How long has it been since Zhu Chungang? You are still so strong-willed in your words. Are you trying to embolden yourself before you die? What a strong tone. Why don't you honestly find a feng shui treasure to spend your remaining life and live in peace and quiet?
Forget it, I wish Chungang, can you survive today?"
"Huh?" Xiang Que turned his neck stiffly and faced Lao Dao.
The old Taoist coquettishly stretched out a finger to lick his hair, and asked plainly: "How do you know that I am not going to die soon?"
"Haha, haha..." Qing Xuzi said with a very arrogant smile: "Others don't know that I don't know? Back then you organized the National Games formation, went to Shanghai to do the Feng Shui Bureau, and established Feng Shui for several universities. It cost you a lot.
Don’t I know how much essence, blood and merit you have? You don’t know it in your own mind? You have done so many things to deceive Heaven, and how much life you have is enough for you to use up.”
"And..." Qing Xuzi suddenly pointed at Xiang Que and said, "You all know clearly what fate your disciple has. How much effort did you waste in order to renew his life and let his numerology be deceived by heaven's secrets?
Otherwise, he can live beyond his weak years? How much of your life has he spent, you don’t know? Zhu Chungang, I calculated that your life will be exhausted today, and I didn’t wait until tomorrow to collect your body. I just want you to die today.
In my hand"
At this time, a streak of fish-belly white appeared on the horizon in the distance, and Xiang Que's face also turned pale.
The words in the hysterical Qingxuzi's mouth were like a hammer, hitting his heart one after another. What Qingxuzi said was indeed true. Doing Feng Shui Bureau is fighting against heaven. If the law of heaven does not tolerate it, he will do fortune telling with others.
In the same way, it was all a waste of one's own merit and Yangshou. The four times of grand deeds ruined the old Taoist's Yangshou. Xiangque had made calculations before, but he never thought that his own fortune would also drag the Taoist to an early death.
Xiang Que remembered that most of the ancient founders of Gujingguan traveled to Hexi when they were over one hundred and fifty years old. It suddenly dawned on him that he really didn't know how old the old Taoist was.
"Master" Xiang Que opened his lips tremblingly, but he didn't utter another word.
"Hey..." The old Taoist's face seemed to grow old in an instant. He gently rubbed Xiang Que's head and said softly: "Everyone has to die, and gods still have their lives exhausted, let alone
We are common people. Birth, old age, illness and death are human nature. What do I have more to do? Que, if I leave, you will be fine and you can cope with the catastrophe you will face in a year and a half...
Master, I can’t accompany you any further.”
Xiang Que felt as if he had been hit hard and was at a loss. He reached out and grabbed Lao Dao's arm, pursed his lips and said, "Master, I, I..."
Xiang Que opened his mouth for a long time, but he couldn't finish what he said. Even if the old Taoist couldn't save himself, what could he do?
"When you entered Gujing Temple, you didn't find a good master. There are only a handful of teachers who can teach you. You can't be considered a competent master. Today I'm here to teach you the last lesson. I'll take action, and you can watch."
The old Taoist put his hands behind his back and glanced at Qing Xuzi, Zuo Dao, Zhang Qingfang and Mr. Kong Da one by one. He stretched out his hand and said: "Here comes the sword."
The long sword in Xiang Que's hand suddenly floated towards Lao Dao, and he suddenly noticed that Lao Dao's face was instantly filled with a layer of deathly aura, which was a sign that life was running out soon.
Tears welled up in Xiang Que's eyes, and his heart felt like a knife!
After the old Taoist took the long sword in his hand, he said loudly: "I only use one sword, please be optimistic about the style of my sword."
"Whoa!" Old Dao's body rose quietly, and with a casual stroke in mid-air, a sword energy like a bolt from the blue swept out across a semicircle.
Xiang Que's eyes were wet, and he stared blankly at the sword.
Zuo Dao and Qing Xuzi suddenly took action at the same time, sealing the front of themselves, but Zhang Qingfang and Mr. Kong Da could only watch the powerful sword energy sweeping towards them, but found that there was no way to avoid it.
"Poof" Zhang Qingfang's body seemed to explode in an instant, and he was blown away like a kite with its string broken.
Mr. Kong Da stood blankly, a blood line drawn from the center of his eyebrow downwards.
After the sword blow, Zuo Dao and Qing Xuzi seemed to be fine, but their faces were pale and exhausted.
Zhang Qingfang fell to the ground but could not get up again. His body trembled twice and his head tilted to the side. The blood line between Mr. Kong Da's eyebrows burst and he fell to the ground with a crash.
With one sword strike, two great master-level figures died unexpectedly.
"People eat dirt for a lifetime, but dirt eats people once... A person is light when he walks." In mid-air, the long sword in the old Taoist hand fell to the ground. The person lost weight in an instant and fell down, with no life left in his body.
Drive the crane westward.
"Pfft" Xiang Que fell to his knees on the ground, wailing loudly, a shrill voice, and a voice of grief and indignation piercing the sky: "Disciple Xiang Que, I respectfully send Master Zhu Chungang back to heaven..."
"Dang, Dang, Dang..." Suddenly, exactly nine bells rang out from the bell tower in the ancient city of Xi'an, resounding across the eight hundred miles of Qinchuan.
"I rode a white horse through three passes, changed into plain clothes, and returned to the Central Plains..." In Qinling Mountains and Zhongnan, there is an old tune that lingers for a long time.
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