A far-traveling sword cultivator from the Great Wall of Sword Qi?
Wei Jingcui was suspicious in his heart. Didn't it mean that the surviving sword cultivators of the Sword Qi Great Wall all followed a city and fled to the fifth world?
Cui Gongzhuang, who is a martial artist in the ninth level, has made up his mind to just sit back and watch. If he throws even half a punch, he will lose and he will die.
His thoughts were much simpler than Wei Jingcui's. He only believed in one thing: no sword cultivator in the world would make fun of the Great Sword Qi Wall, not to mention that there was a current master of the Taihui Sword Sect standing next to him.
Although Beiju Luzhou likes to compete with other people's ancestral halls at every turn, in fact, asking for a sword is never a trivial matter, especially this kind of resentment on the mountain where the two sects are completely at odds.
There was no need for Cui Gongzhuang to risk his martial arts future, wealth and life for the title of Chief Guest Minister.
If Liu Jinglong just handed the sword to Yunzong from afar, asked for the sword and left, climbing the mountain all the way to Yangyun Peak with him and admitting his identity would be a day and a day.
Chen Ping'an turned to look at Yang Que and asked with a heartfelt smile: "How do you know I'm not easy to mess with? You have to ask for the basics before you decide whether to take action?"
During this climb, Chen Ping'an felt that he had to give up. Yang indeed had no reason to look at him so highly.
Yang Que cupped his hands in salute, and then replied in his heart: "There is a sword cultivator friend from my hometown, whom I met in the martial arts in the early years. He has never been a guest of Suoyun Sect, but has some personal friendship with me. After he returned home from the Great Wall of Sword Qi
, several people mentioned it to me and expressed great admiration in their words."
Chen Ping'an asked with a smile: "What's your last name and what mountain do you come from? Sect Leader Yang might as well tell me. Maybe I know him."
The sword cultivators from Luzhou in Beiju rushed to the Great Sword Qi Wall. Although there were many people with complex origins, including genealogies and wild cultivators, Chen Ping'an really remembered their names.
Yang Que apologized: "I won't say his name. My friend has his own unspeakable secrets."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Why, did your sword cultivator friend go to Sun Juyuan's mansion for a drink, or did he go to Yan'e Lane to have tea with me?"
Yang Que was silent for a moment and said slowly: "Liquor shop, seal, gambling house. No matter how many there are, Chen Jianxian will not test them."
Chen Pingan put his hands in his sleeves, thought for a moment, nodded, smiled and narrowed his eyes, "For the sake of that unknown friend of yours, you can get out of the way. Today's sword question has nothing to do with you. Anyway, this Suoyun Sect, Yang Que
The title of sect leader is just a decoration, and the main reason for the grievances with the Taihui Sword Sect is that your uncle Fei Qing can't keep his mouth shut."
Yang Que seriously took a step back. Judging from his posture, he completely ignored the reputation of the sect and planned to stay out of the matter together with Cui Gongzhuang, an outsider.
Wei Jingcui, who was left alone in his own territory, couldn't help but turned around and cursed: "Yang Que! You retreated without fighting when you encountered the enemy, and you actually stood by and watched. You have lost all the face of the Suoyun Sect!
How can you, Yang Que, still have the dignity to pass out incense to people in the Patriarch Hall as the sect leader, and to offer incense to the Patriarchs of all generations?!"
The Immortal Patriarch’s voice was very loud. It is estimated that all the peaks of the Ancestral Mountain heard his words tonight.
Yang Que looked indifferent and said softly: "It's better than Suoyun Sect losing its incense in my hands tonight. From now on, it doesn't matter whether Master Wei will take the position of the sect leader himself or give it to the pair of Luoyuefeng masters and disciples.
, not a single word of complaint.”
Chen Ping'an put his hands in his sleeves and shook his head, "Don't make any noise and get out of the way quickly. After we leave, you will have a lot of time to chat while you are repairing the ancestral hall all night. Should you be the elders cleaning up the family, or be the younger generation's bullies?"
If the master destroys the ancestors, I will follow you."
Then he glared at the Ninth Level martial artist, "You are young and have no martial virtues. You are a martial arts practitioner. You are arrogant, impatient, and can't hold your breath. How can you do it? Among the three of them, I dislike you the most.
I will tie you to a stone later and sink you into water to plant flowers."
Cui Gongzhuang's scalp went numb when he heard this. He immediately gathered his voices and apologized to the sword immortal in secret: "Chen Jianxian, please calm down. It was Cui Gongzhuang who was clumsy and was hurt by Shi Laozi's status as a guest. I accidentally offended the senior swordsman."
, Death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be escaped. As for the specific punishment, Senior Sword Immortal can only say what he wants. Cui Gongzhuang will never say anything, let alone complain."
As a martial artist of the Nine Realms, he could not defeat this color-constant Detao swordsman in terms of his special skills, so he had to wear the Saburo Temple Lingbao Armor and the Military Master's Golden Crow Armor.
Cui Gongzhuang even doubted whether the "young" swordsman in front of him was the old swordsman Qi Tingji who founded the sect in Nanbosu Continent.
However, after hearing that Qi Tingji was handsome and handsome, Cui Gongzhuang was a little unsure about the appearance of the person in front of him. But what if it was the old swordsman who was covering his face and had some tricks to deceive the Suoyun Sect monks?
Chen Ping'an sneered: "Whether it's a capital crime or a living crime, is it you who has the final say?"
Cui Gongzhuang was horrified in his heart and complained endlessly. Among the four difficult ghosts on the mountain, the sword cultivator was the first. The most difficult ones were of course the top five sword immortals in the sword cultivator.
Wei Jingcui, the old immortal, flicked his sleeves, turned around and left, saying, "Yang Que, you can't perform any skills tonight, so you voluntarily gave up the road and allowed outsiders to damage the ancestral hall, and you still want to stop me from taking action.
The prestige of the Suoyun Sect was ruined,"
On the Yangyun Peak Mountain, countless golden threads were crisscrossing the net. It was difficult for the ancestor Fei Qing to control the wind. Fortunately, an immortal with great supernatural powers could not resist. He made a secret with his fingers and a flash of treasure light, using a secret technique of the sect.
His body actually transformed into a palm-sized flying bird, carefully avoiding those strict golden sword lights. A snow-white bird, castrated like lightning. At the same time, the moonlight on the other side of Luoyue Peak
The dense holes suddenly lit up, as if a fairy bridge had been set up to lead the old master back to the place of monasticism.
Liu Jinglong suddenly laughed and said, "Should I let you go before I finish explaining the truth?"
Between Yangyun Peak and Luoyue Peak, the golden silk sword light shredded countless bright moonlight, and the gold and silver colors complemented each other.
The snow-white bird transformed into Wei Jingcui's figure seemed to be imprisoned in a sword-light cage with fine fences.
With an angry shout, Wei Jingcui sacrificed a golden statue and held a mountain-treasuring Moon Mirror in his hand. The mirror's light was shining brightly, like a white dragon drawing water, condensing all the moon souls in a deep pool at Luoyue Peak.
The essence, wearing a "Biluo" emerald green robe of semi-immortal soldier rank, forced the cage to break, facing the two sword cultivators on Yangyun Peak, the old immortal raised his arms, and a graceful figure appeared in the treasure mirror
The ascended woman, with colorful ribbons fluttering, stepping on a bright moon, looks like an ancient goddess riding the wind and the moon.
Liu Jinglong stretched out his hand, grasped a long sword that was condensed from the sword light around him, and struck out with the sword towards the mirror-holding hand of Wei's essence golden body.
Chen Pingan knew that this sword skill was one of the famous sword moves of the previous sect leader Han Huaizi.
Great work cuts jade.
It is most suitable for fighting between sword cultivators.
As expected, Wei Jingcui's golden body was not only cut off with its arm, but also the entire arm was shattered by the sword energy. The white jade fragments of the majestic golden body fell like rain, just like the white cloud quilt on Yangyun Peak.
The immortal crushed it into pieces and a white snow fell.
However, Feiqing Immortal's precious mirror and broken wrist are still hanging in the air, and the moonlight pours down like a waterfall, like a torrential water flowing from the Yellow River Cave to the world.
Liu Jinglong shook his wrist gently, the sword light circled, and on the Yangyun Peak, strange phenomena appeared, the clouds gathered together like a city, the sky and the earth were bright red, the evening air in the mountains gathered into the mountains, the clouds and mists rose, and the tide carried the stars away.
The sword light is shining brightly on the Milky Way, the sky is white, the sky and the earth are white with snow, and there are many monks of Suoyun Sect. At this moment tonight, there is no more exquisite golden body of Wei, only the heaven and earth of Taihui Sword Sect's sword light.
When Yang Que saw the Bengyue Mirror appearing in the world, he felt a great hatred in his heart. The mountain masters of Suoyun Sect of all generations would inherit this treasure as usual and be able to refine this mirror as their natal object. When Yang Que was promoted to Yupu, he could serve as the leader of the sect and his uncle Wei.
Jingjing used the reason that Yang Que's Jade Pure Realm was not yet stable and could not refine the heavy treasure for the time being, so as to avoid making mistakes. As a result, he delayed it again and again, and it took a full three hundred years. But in fact, who doesn't know the number "
Wei Jingcui, the "Fei Qing", has already regarded this sect's treasure as a forbidden treasure, not allowed to be touched by others, and regarded as a possession tied to his own great path? Wei Jingcui made a good calculation and only waited for the peaks of his ancestral mountain to be included in his lineage.
, which of the direct descendants reaches the Yupu realm, they will have their own means to force Yang Que to give up his talents and change the sect leader. When the time comes, Wei Jingcui will take the Moon Mirror with his left hand and take it back with the right hand, just to make a formality.
Just?
Chen Ping'an came to Cui Gongzhuang. Cui Gongzhuang subconsciously took a few steps. Before he could cover up his embarrassment with words, the man followed him like a shadow and came to Cui Gongzhuang. He put his fingers together and gently tapped the Nine Realm Warrior's shoulder.
With such an understatement, Cui Gongzhuang's shoulders were tilted again and again, and one of his feet had already sunk deep into the ground. Cui Gongzhuang did not dare to dodge anymore, and his shoulders were in severe pain. He only heard the man praise: "Soldier Jin Wujia, I have always heard that he can't
I have seen with my own eyes that as a sword cultivator, it takes money to make swords. I am short of money and have never had the time to spend a lot of money. I guess even if I saw it, I would not be able to afford it."
Sweat dripped from Cui Gongzhuang's forehead, and he endured the pain of his shoulder being almost broken, and said in a trembling voice: "If Chen Jianxian likes it, I am willing to give it to my senior as a meeting gift."
Chen Pingan complained: "As a gift? I can't. It's just a loan. A gentleman doesn't take away someone's favor. He just lends it to me for a few days to enjoy, and I will return it to you later."
Cui Gongzhuang smiled awkwardly, thinking that it would be best for us not to meet each other again in the future. To save money and eliminate disaster, I will send this plague god away with a soldier's armor pill.
Cui Gongzhuang still understands the rules of the world. How did the military armor on his body go away tonight? This is how it came about in the first place.
So Cui Gongzhuang had a determined look on his face and showed no signs of distress. The golden-colored Golden Crow Armor instantly condensed into an armor pill. He bent down, lowered his head, offered it with both hands, and handed it to Chen Jianxian.
Chen Ping'an said in his sleeve, "If we don't fight, we won't get to know each other. We will keep in touch with each other in the future. Once we go back and forth, we will become friends."
Cui Gongzhuang smiled bitterly.
Chen Ping'an looked at him without saying anything. He just glanced at the Sanlang Temple Lingbao Armor from the corner of his eye.
Cui Gongzhuang was puzzled and pretended not to know. Thinking that a majestic swordsman from the Great Wall could not be so shameless, he borrowed a Golden Crow Armor and then thought about a Sanlang Temple Lingbao Armor. Everyone was confused.
Are you going out to travel around the world and not being a human being?
Chen Ping'an said: "Can't understand people's words? Back and forth, literally, how can you do it if you just practice boxing without studying. I came to Yangyun Peak today. Is it right or wrong? This soldier's Komaru is just a go, right?
no?"
When the foreign swordsman in blue shirt and sword on his back said this, he gently put his fingers on the shoulders of the Nine Realm martial artist and continued to speak the truth sincerely, "Besides, as a pure martial artist, you
, he is still a great master of the Nine Realms who conquered the great rivers and mountains of several countries with his fists and feet. With martial arts close to him, he is already protected by the gods. What to do with so many external objects, not to mention useless, but also burdensome and delaying the intention of the fist.
, but not beautiful.”
Cui Gongzhuang endured the shock on his shoulders and the horror in his heart. He stretched out his hand to twist the corner of his robe and pulled it gently. A piece of Sanlang Temple treasure armor shrunk into a golden silk talisman. He nodded to the swordsman named Chen and said:
"What the seniors said is absolutely true. It is the juniors who are slow."
Chen Ping'an accepted the priceless talisman and treasure armor, turned his fingers into palms, and patted the other party's shoulder, "I'm not a person who usually doesn't give away truths in vain when I meet a destined person. When we meet tonight, we won't get to know each other until we fight.
I’ll give you an old saying from the world of martial arts: Don’t do anything that would bring shame on your face. If you don’t believe me, look back.”
Cui Gongzhuang lamented in his heart. It's endless. Why is it the same thing?
Do the sword cultivators of the Great Wall of Sword Qi all have such a virtue that their words are like flying swords piercing the heart?
Chen Ping'an's palm, with five fingers like hooks, grasped Cui Gongzhuang's neck, casually lifted it up, and said with a smile: "You are mistaken, the sword cultivators in the Great Wall of Sword Qi generally do not have such a good temper as me, you
It's your luck that you met me today. Otherwise, if it had been Qi Lao Sword Immortal, Mi Da Sword Immortal and others, you would have been on the road to reincarnation right now. Spending money to eliminate disasters? Wrong, it is your life money.
In the next hundred years, I will ask Sect Leader Yang to help me keep an eye on you. If you do something with insufficient martial ethics like today, when I have time, I will go to the Yunyan Kingdom in the north to visit Grandmaster Cui."
Cui Gongzhuang's feet were dangling off the ground, his eye sockets were bloodshot, and he looked a little visceral. His legs twitched a few times, like a grasshopper hopping after autumn.
Yang Que's eyelids trembled as he watched.
Is this person really a swordsman? Not a hidden martial artist?
Guest Qing Cui Gongzhuang’s Nine
Among the mountain top warriors in Luzhou, Beiju, his state of mind is neither very good nor bad.
The reason why he was able to become the chief of Suoyun Sect was that Wei Jingcui saw that Cui Gongzhuang had some hope of reaching the legendary end in the future.
Chen Ping'an frowned and said, "If you don't speak, do you mean you don't agree?"
Cui Gongzhuang tried to take a breath of pure Qi, but it collapsed on the spot, so his face turned red, purple, and then livid, his hands and feet drooped, and he was a little dizzy.
Chen Pingan let go of his fingers, and the dizzy Cui Gongzhuang fell to the ground, squatting on the ground, lowering his head and coughing.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Whatever show you are performing, it's so bad that I'm embarrassed to watch it. If you don't get up, I'll give you an eighth-level martial artist as a gift in return."
Cui Gongzhuang immediately stood up, took a deep breath, took a step back, lowered his head and clasped his fists and said: "Thank you for not killing me, senior. I am very grateful. In the next hundred years under the mountain, Cui Gongzhuang will definitely keep his tail between his legs and practice martial arts hard behind closed doors. No,
Senior’s advice today is in vain.”
Chen Pingan sneered and said nothing.
Liu Jinglong has already sheathed his sword.
The old immortal Wei Jingjing was nailed into a stone wall at Luoyue Peak.
Liu Jinglong asked in his heart: "Do you want to take away the Moon Mirror?"
Chen Pingan laughed angrily and said, "Is that true? We are here to inquire about swordsmanship today, not to kill people and seize treasures. If this kind of thing spreads, you, the leader of the Taihui Sword Sect, will lose your reputation."
After that, Cui Gongzhuang's courage was shattered. Yang Que, the sect leader, gave way and took the initiative to remove the ban on the Yangyunfeng Ancestral Hall. Liu Jinglong allowed Liu Jinglong to gather the sword energy of the peaks and only turned the Ancestral Hall into four pieces, one horizontally and one vertically.
Chen Ping'an unsheathed his sword from behind, held Yeyou in his hand, and swept the sword across, cutting the Suoyun Sect's ancestral hall in half.
Cui Gongzhuang was heartbroken at this moment. The guest in green shirt was indeed a swordsman.
Two figures turned into rainbows and left.
Up and down the Suoyun Sect, the monks were all mourning for their heirs. The sect suffered such a catastrophe and humiliation. It was actually the Ancestral Hall that was demolished by two sword immortals who climbed the mountain. From now on, how many monks from Yizhou will look at it?
Busy year?
Only the sect leader Yang Que looked calm, without any trace of sadness or anger. He took out a cloud-patterned jade pendant from his sleeve. With a thought in his mind, he was about to activate the formation center and start repairing the Ancestral Master Hall. He never thought that the formation of the Ancestral Master Hall would be questioned again.
There was a sword scene, a horizontal line, cracking sounds of beams, columns, and walls, like the sound of firecrackers. Yang Que frowned, and looked intently, and found that the green-robed swordsman named Chen Ping'an was sweeping across with his sword.
After cutting the Patriarch Hall in half, a subtle crack appeared in the entire Patriarch Hall, which was difficult to detect. The sword energy was always condensed, as if it was holding up the upper half of the Patriarch Hall.
Yang Que felt awe-struck in his heart.
Cui Gongzhuang rubbed his neck, with lingering fear in his heart, "Go to hell with your mother's chief guest, I will never come to Suoyun Sect to wade in the muddy water again until I die."
Yang Que turned his head and laughed in his heart: "Chief Cui, the two petals of a flower are absolutely the same. In the same way, a sword light will not fall on the same place. Do you think so?"
Cui Gongzhuang hesitated for a while, unwilling to part ways with Suoyun Sect, which would embarrass Yang Que and Wei Jingcui, so he found a compromise, gathered his voices together, and said quietly: "My title of guest minister can be used
I will keep it, but I will not participate in any meeting of the Yangyunfeng Ancestral Master Hall in the past hundred years."
Yang Que nodded and smiled: "No problem."
Cui Gongzhuang sighed with emotion, "Yang Que, it would be great if you could be a true sect leader."
Yang Quesaran smiled and said: "It's difficult, fight for it."
Cui Gongzhuang took a deep look at this Jade Pu Realm man and nodded in greeting. The Nine Realm warriors who had more contacts with the Immortal Wei Jingcui in the past made up their mind to have more contact with this Yang Que in the future.
Yang Que glanced at the Ancestral Master Hall and simply put it aside for the time being. Anyway, the sect leader could be changed tomorrow, so why bother.
After Chen Pingan and Liu Jinglong left the mountains and rivers of Suoyun Sect, Liu Jinglong first flew his sword to send a message to the Taihui Jianzong Ancestral Hall. According to Chen Pingan's wishes, they did not meet there, but asked Ning Yao and his party to go directly to the Dragon Palace Cave. Chen Pingan
Then he sacrificed a caged bird and quietly returned to the high altitude of Yangyun Peak with Liu Jinglong. Liu Jinglong felt that Chen Ping's carrying tablet talisman from Ghost Ax Palace was of little use to hide the traces, so he directly
A formation was drawn, and then the two of them began to overlook the mountains and rivers, as if waiting for a rabbit.
Chen Pingan took off the sword gourd and started drinking.
Liu Jinglong sat cross-legged. Anyway, everything he could see was within the rules of where his natal flying sword was.
Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "The flying sword on the mountain is sending a message. It's not difficult for you and me to catch up. It's just that the restriction is extremely difficult to open. What's more, it's a large sect like Suoyun Sect. Don't make me wait in vain."
Liu Jinglong said: "I am still a little confident about the formation being lifted."
After the sword questioning between the two parties was completed, Yufeng left Yangyun Peak. Chen Ping'an said that Yang Que, the sect leader, must be a demon when something goes wrong. He couldn't just leave like this. He had to see if this person had any hidden tricks.
Liu Jinglong accompanied Chen Ping'an to this place and waited patiently to see if one or two flying swords from the peaks of Suoyun Sect would send a message to leave the mountain.
Chen Ping'an took a sip of wine and asked: "Yang Que is a very deep man in the city. I tried it once at Yangyun Peak with no results, so I simply let him think that I had already believed him. It was a bit like using suspicion.
The method of dispelling suspicion is deliberately superfluous. I almost believed it and mistakenly thought it was the secret method of the immortal master on the mountain. However, after this trip to Suoyun Sect, the soil and water nurtured the people. I don’t think there is only one Wei Jingcui.
You can make Suoyun Sect’s style become like this.”
Liu Jinglong handed over a thick booklet, "In addition to the Qionglin Sect, there are also some suspects, and they are all in it. It records that Yang Que has a compass calligraphy method. This method is not within the Suoyun Sect's ancestor hall skills and is open to the outside world.
It is claimed to be a Gelong technique that assists in finding secret places such as Broken Cave Heaven and Paradise. It was accidentally obtained by Yang Que when he was young. I have deduced this several times. It is not that simple. I think it is best to identify the monk's identity. For example, if he sees me
, I guess that in Yang Que's natal compass, the words Taihui Sword Sect, Liu Jinglong and other words will appear, and then connected in series, it is the truth. However, this secret method must have some rules and restrictions, and it cannot be without any flaws, otherwise it is just
This secret technique can cause Yang Que to be killed."
"This technique is simply an indispensable method for traveling in the world. If you have the opportunity, you must consult with Sect Master Yang to learn it."
Chen Ping'an nodded, turned the booklet directly to Suoyun Sect, and carefully browsed Yang Que's monastic career, which was not much, just a few thousand words.
I just happened to be practicing calligraphy, and I had some experience. I also learned the Confucian broken calligraphy order from Gong De Lin, which I was not yet proficient in.
Liu Jinglong asked: "How many days do you plan to stay here?"
Chen Ping'an thought for a moment, "Three days are enough. I'm anxious to get back to Aquarius Continent."
Liu Jinglong said: "It's okay, I can stay here for a while."
Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "You are the head of a sect after all. It is not necessary to abandon public affairs for private purposes."
Liu Jinglong smiled and said: "Then you don't know how my master and the ancestors used to do public good for their friends when they were young. Afterwards, they went to the Taihui Sword Sect's ancestor hall to be punished, and how the ancestors scolded them in front of their faces.
He turned around and smiled. It's just that these things are not recorded in the files and are not known to outsiders. They are passed down orally from generation to generation within the family."
Liu Jinglong suddenly narrowed his eyes, "Here we come. I'll stay here and keep watching to prevent other fish from slipping through the net."
Chen Pingan stood up, and Liu Jinglong glanced at the direction of the messenger flying sword, reported the general direction to Chen Pingan, and chose a hilltop as the place to attack, where Chen Pingan used thunder to condense the wind and rain phenomena.
, after intercepting the flying sword and bringing it back here, Liu Jinglong will help unlock the ban on the flying sword without damaging the ban on the landscape at all. You can take out the secret letter and read it, and then fly the sword after reading the content.
Among the qi practitioners, there are some wild cultivators from the mountains and rivers who possess unique secret skills. They are often land gods of high level. They are called "fishermen" on the mountain. What they do is to wait for opportunities to intercept flying swords that carry messages, and use them to capture the magic.
It's called three years of not opening, three years of eating, but after you get it, the flying sword will naturally be destroyed, leaving some clues, and it will never be "intact and return to the original owner" like Liu Jinglong.
Chen Pingan quietly left, and after about half an hour, he returned, carefully holding a pocket flying sword engraved with cloud patterns in the palm of his hand.
Liu Jinglong drew the talisman with his fingers, and while focusing on overlooking the mountains and rivers of Suoyun Sect, he broke through the layers of restrictions on the flying sword, peeling off the cocoon, and everything came naturally.
Chen Ping'an squatted on the side with his hands in his sleeves, watching intently. Liu Jinglong didn't care whether this talisman magical power could be secretly learned. As a result, Chen Ping'an stared at it for a long time with his eyes wide open, and shook his head, "I can't learn it."
Liu Jinglong smiled and said: "The steps along the way to attack the great talisman may seem complicated, but in fact they are often simple. However, they require the unique Taoist secrets of the sect. This is an invisible chasm, and the Feijian Chuanxin
Landscape talismans need people who can dismantle them. Their knowledge is complex and they cannot be blinded in any link. Then they can outline and grasp the details, and they can naturally be solved easily. For example, this flying sword of the Suoyun Sect is ingenious, not only in the leakage of information.
The "hook" pattern of the moon soul on Yuefeng, combined with the reflection of the water pattern in the old dragon pond, and the true meaning of the strokes on the wall book in Xiaoqingzhi Mountain. The real difficulty is that it is mixed with a few secret talismans from outside the sect. I like it.
Reading miscellaneous books, I just happen to understand."
Chen Pingan nodded and said, "It just happens, Liu Jiuxian said it lightly."
Liu Jinglong stopped lifting the ban, raised his head and said with a smile: "Liu what?"
Chen Ping'an laughed and said: "Liu Jianxian doesn't like drinking. If others don't know, why don't I know?"
After Liu Jinglong opened all the restrictions, he took out a secret letter. It was a Longmen realm monk named Zong Sui from Luoyue Peak of Suoyun Sect. He was one of the direct disciples of the Yuanying Patriarch. He sent it to a famous person from Qionglin Sect.
A monk named Han Cheng. Zong Sui did not use the Mountain Gate Sword Room at Luoyue Peak, so he was very cautious.
Liu Jinglong reminded: "On page 39, there is a rough record of Han Cheng. I will pay more attention to this person in the future and look for opportunities to add more content."
Chen Pingan turned to the page in the booklet.
After putting back the secret letter, Liu Jinglong was like a tourist visiting the garden at night, opening the door and closing the door one by one with the flying sword of the messenger, leaving no detail missing and not a single footprint left.
In the next three days, Chen Pingan came and went, very busy, and just blocked Feijian from receiving the letter. Liu Jinglong was responsible for revealing the letter. The two read the letter together, and Chen Pingan let Feijian pass the letter. Most of the letters
, they were all tip-offs from the Suoyun Sect monks and their friends on the mountain. They took the initiative to talk about the Suoyun Sect's sword-questioning controversy. They each had their own plans. There was even an ancestor who was practicing on the mountain who was enshrined in Yuanying and planned to leave the Suoyun Sect.
, to clear up the relationship, so as not to be harmed by Chi Yu, and find another opportunity to show goodwill to the Taihui Sword Sect and say a few good words on the mountain... The various situations in the world and the changes in people's hearts seem to be contained in more than a dozen secret letters.
Unobstructed view.
Two of the secret letters were unsigned, and the recipients were from the fairy family on the mountain that even Liu Jinglong had never heard of. However, after that, Liu Jinglong would visit each of them.
One of the Feijian letters was concise and to the point, with only three sentences.
Yin Guan has arrived at Suoyun Sect and joins hands with Liu Jinglong to learn about swordsmanship. Chen Ping'an's cultivation is indeed a warrior at the end of the realm and a swordsman in the Yupu realm. This person is very likely to be able to kill immortals, except for sword cultivators.
Liu Jinglong sacrificed his natal flying sword at Yangyun Peak. It was of extremely high rank and could form a small world of its own. His sword intent was all-encompassing. However, he did not know more natal magical powers for the time being. His combat power must be regarded as that of an immortal swordsman.
Quickly help me seize the mirror and take the opportunity to frame the Taihui Sword Sect.
Chen Ping'an said: "Why can't I beat you if we are at the same level? What does this Yang Sect Leader look like? No wonder I can't compete with Wei Feiqing."
Liu Jinglong replied: "Then I can help you modify the content of the letter. It will be no problem to fight a bunch of Ascension Realms. Tell me, how many do you want to fight?"
What a great Liu Jiuxian, he has actually reached the state of wine table where he can get drunk without drinking.
After quietly traveling far away in the wind again and releasing the most crucial messenger flying sword, Chen Pingan returned to Liu Jinglong, making his three days of waiting worthwhile.
Before Chen Ping'an left for the Dragon Palace Cave, he and Liu Jinglong would first take a trip to Yangyun Peak, or go to the small sect of the Immortal Family called Tonghua Mountain to see what was going on.
Who is the master behind the scenes who is so capable that he can help Yang Que seize a Moon Mirror and secure his position as the leader of the sect, but also use the life of a great monk in the Immortal Realm as a capital to take advantage of the situation and take advantage of the Taihui Sword Sect?
Throw dirty water.
Liu Jinglong said: "It's not time to alert the enemy yet, I'll go over there and follow the clues first. When the day comes when I really need to put all my efforts into the matter, I will definitely inform you as soon as possible."
Chen Pingan nodded. Liu Jinglong was the most measured in doing things. He stood up and said, "Be more careful yourself."
Liu Jinglong stood up and said with a smile: "Be careful."
Chen Ping'an handed over a pot of wine, "I met the lady of Qingshenshan during the Confucian Temple discussion earlier. Other drinks don't matter. Look at Pianran Peak, so I won't persuade you. Only this pot of wine is worth it."
drink."
Liu Jinglong hesitated for a moment, then took the wine bottle, and the two parties were about to part ways. Anyway, there was no such thing as asking for a drink or not.
Chen Ping'an did not put away the bird in the cage, and left silently in the wind.
Liu Jinglong didn't put away his natal flying sword for the time being. He opened the flask and took a sip. It was very good. I didn't think I had drank the Qingshenshan wine sold in the liquor store, right?
Chen Pingan went all the way south and found Ning Yao and the others at the ferry crossing of the Dragon Palace Cave of Shuilong Sect.
Xiaomili said that they had already stopped by Duckweed Sword Lake as guests.
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded.
Shaoyuan Dynasty.
After Immortal Monk Yan Yan learned about this, he was speechless. His heart was filled with turmoil and he could not calm down for a long time. He sighed and ordered someone to call Yan Yan and said that you don't need to go out anymore. There is no chance of following Nan Guangzhao to practice the Great Dao.
In the past few days, his face had been glowing red and stern, as if he had fallen from the clouds into the mud. He was speechless and couldn't help but ask his ancestor why.
Strictly, who was already in a bad mood, turned livid with anger. Why, why, the ancestor knows what the hell. God knows how a great monk in the Ascension Realm died suddenly at the gate of the mountain. His head was cut off. Strictly raised Strictly.
He raised his hand and hit the figure of Yan Yan, spinning around ten times, and fell directly from the house into the courtyard. Yan Yan said angrily, "get away". One side of his cheek was as red and swollen as a hill. Yan Yan put his hand to cover his face, feeling worried in his heart, and left sadly.
Jiuzhenxian Pavilion.
The owner of the hall, Yun Jie, and his Taoist companion, who was also in the immortal realm, looked at the secret letter from Nan Guangzhao's sect, and they were speechless.
As for the direct disciple Li Qingzhu, it is estimated that he will be too embarrassed to leave the mountain within a hundred years.
Yun Jie put down the secret letter and said in a trembling voice: "Heaven's heart is unpredictable, and gods and ghosts are unpredictable."
His Taoist companion asked softly: "Who can have such swordsmanship, and kill Nan Guangzhao on the spot, so that this Ascended Realm person cannot leave the gate of his own mountain?"
Yun Jie said: "It's useless to think too much, stop guessing."
Even on the side of the Taoist couple who are closely related to each other, Yun Jie never knows how to talk about everything. He is not willing to do it, but he really doesn't dare.
In fact, the Taoist couple didn't know why, but Yun Jie knew it well, so there was no need to guess.
It must be the work of the Lord of Baidi City!
Could it be that Mr. Zheng was hinting that he would take advantage of the leaderless sect without Nan Guangzhao?
A secret letter was sent to Aotou Mountain earlier, asking for the white jade Ganoderma lucidum. Is this why?
Could it be that Mr. Zheng is saying that you, Yunqiao, only need one semi-immortal weapon to earn a sect in vain?
The sky is normal.
It's just that the hilltop of Nanzhuang is a large sect. Its original background is far beyond that of the Meishan Sword Sect. It is extremely difficult to plan. But when Yun Jie thought about it, he was extremely pleasantly surprised. The good thing is that Nanzhao is.
This old man is stingy by nature, and he only cultivated a Jade Purity realm to be the sect master of the embroidered pillow. He treats several of his direct descendants and his direct descendants in the same way, and the other disciples and grandchildren follow the same example, raising them year after year.
A bunch of rubbish. So, without Nan Guangzhao, the sect is really no match for the Meishan Sword Sect? In the final analysis, it is only supported by Nan Guangzhao. The Immortal Genealogy Master with less than a hundred people on the mountain has more abilities.
He and his energy are devoted to helping the ancestor make money.
Yun Jie's eyes sparkled, and for a moment he felt excited and full of pride. He must not let down Mr. Zheng's wonderful first move!
Qing Ming Tian Xia, Da Xuan Du Guan.
Under a peach blossom tree, there is a child wearing a tiger head hat.
In this monastic place in a foreign land, there was a small pond outside the thatched house. Taoist priest Xuandu helped to plant a pond of lotus. When the flowers bloomed, the petals were long and wide, and the color was clear blue and white.
Whenever the wind blows, the flowers are fragrant and swaying, which is really beautiful.
Since he was in the Qingming world, with clouds of Taoist temples on the mountain and countless Taoist officials at the foot of the mountain, he casually gave himself a Taoist name, Qinglian.
Today, the old temple leader came with a person and shouted in a loud voice: "Look who is here."
Bai Ye turned around and asked with a smile: "Jun Qian, why are you here?"
Liu Shiliu said with a smile: "I heard that you are here, sir, so come over and have a look."
Bai Ye said helplessly: "Laugh if you want to."
Liu Shiliu reached out and wiped his mouth, "I'll try my best to hold it back."
There are few people in the world who can be so invisible to Bai Ye, but Liu Shiliu once went to the mountains to visit immortals with Bai Ye.
Taoist priest Sun stroked his beard and smiled and said: "Brother Bai Ye, it's a beautiful time and the trees are full of flowers. We are old friends and we are fine again. If we don't drink today, when will we wait?"
Bai Ye shook his head.
Liu Shiliu advised: "Drink a little."
Bai Ye nodded.
After eating hot pot at Shiwandashan, Ye Xiuqingmi ate with great care and chewed slowly. After all, if he was not careful, he would end up eating.
A Liang was full of wine and food. He patted his belly lightly and prepared Yu Feng to go south. He asked with a smile: "Brother Qing Mi, do you think Yu Feng is traveling far away, let alone wielding a sword? Is it better to lie sideways like a duck on the water, or stand upright?"
It looks more chic. You don’t know that this problem has troubled me for many years.”
Feng Xuetao had no choice but to say without conscience: "As long as it's you, Aliang Yufeng, everyone else will look cool."
A Liang nodded, "Speaking from the bottom of my heart."
Feng Xuetao was silent for a moment and couldn't help but ask: "A-Liang, don't you usually need to practice swordsmanship? What are you doing when you have nothing to do?"
A Liang said with a smile: "You must be mentally ill. You are already in the Ascension Realm. You still ask such a childish question, does the sword need to be practiced? Why should I be thinking about this if I don't think about it?"
Feng Xuetao endured it.
After all, this guy is the number one Fourteenth Level Sword Cultivator in the world after Chen Qingdu of the Sword Qi Great Wall.
A Confucian sword cultivator with a great reputation in the world, but he reached the fourteenth realm in the Qingming world, and he broke through the realm well, but he fell down in the wild world, and the fall was unambiguous.
A Liang suddenly asked: "Brother Qingmi, do you know which monster in the world is the worst to defeat?"
Feng Xuetao shook his head and said nothing.
A Liang said: "Of course she has a small waist."
Feng Xuetao didn't hear the homophonic sound, so he just thought that A Liang was acting stupid again.
"Let's go, let's take you to have a waist massage!"
A Liang waved his hand and said, "Ugly, if you don't have a good waist, you won't be able to beat me."
Feng Xuetao originally thought that after leaving the Hundred Thousand Mountains, he would ignore it all the way and follow A Liang all the way south, smashing every barbaric sect he saw.
Unexpectedly, there would be a laughing, drunken dinner next, and a demon monk would be the host.
At the banquet, Ah Liang and the demon monk from the Immortal Realm held hands and talked happily, calling each other brothers and sisters, and each shared his heartfelt feelings about their hardships.
Ah Liang is very much like a local sword cultivator in the wild world. The demon monk who owns the mountaintop speaks like a Qi practitioner in the vast world.
On the top of this mountain, in the early years on Tuoyue Mountain, a large sum of money was made by selling iron and steel. The monks on the mountain never crossed the Great Wall of Sword Qi to go to the vast world.
A Liang raised a glass of wine and said seriously: "Generally speaking, the rules of the wine shop are to treat guests without guests. I broke the rules and I have to punish myself with three drinks."
It said righteously and solemnly: "No, no, your friend A Liang is the same as the good brother who chopped off the chicken head and burned the yellow paper with me. Why are you so polite? Treat this place as your home!"
It raised its chin, endured the pain, and signaled to the female cultivator nearby to quickly go back to the warehouse on the top of the mountain, and bring another pot of the treasured Yiluo River Water to transport the immortal brew to that idiot. This thing is extremely delicious.
It's so rare that you can't buy it with money.
The demon monk in the immortal realm seemed to understand A Liang very well, and called out a group of beauties from the fox tribe. They were graceful and graceful, wearing tulle and looming.
A Liang glanced at it for a few times and seemed a little disappointed. He waved his hand and said three words.
next batch.
A Liang quickly explained: "I don't care. He is my friend. He is better off with a few mouthfuls. However, he has high standards and is in great trouble."
It laughed heartily and said: "Good thing, good thing, famous people are really heroic!"
Feng Xuetao thinks that if Ya Sheng were here, he wouldn't know how to curse, so he could beat A Liang half to death, right?
A Liang's face turned red after drinking, and he squinted at Feng Xuetao and winked, as if to say, I understand you, if you still don't like the beauty, then change it again.
The banquet was filled with beauties of all kinds.
With great difficulty, the Immortal Realm sent A Liang and the one whose name was still unknown out of the house together.
It secretly rejoiced that it had listened to the advice back then, otherwise the reunion today would not have been as simple as just drinking and reminiscing about old times.
At the banquet that year, A Liang put his arms around it and said with a smile that if he met it on the battlefield in his half of the Great Wall of Sword Qi in his hometown in the future, or heard that it had been there, then everything would be fine.
I owe you drinks, but I won't pay them back.
A Liang and Feng Xuetao landed on a mountaintop thousands of miles away. Feng Xuetao asked in a deep voice, "You're not just eating and drinking all the way, are you?"
A Liang twitched his lips and said, "What are you thinking? Do you really think that the wild world is a land of romance? I advise you to be mentally prepared early. Once someone shows up and blocks the road, it will definitely be a fierce battle."
He raised his thumb and pointed behind him, "My friend must have quietly passed the sword to Yueyue Mountain."
Feng Xuetao asked: "Aren't you angry?"
Ah Liang knelt down, looked into the distance, and said calmly: "The road is narrow and the wine glass is wide, but you don't understand this? When we drink, we are brothers, and we can talk about the world at will. But if you put the glass away from the wine table, you have to think separately. Each has his own way."
path to take.”
If it doesn't do this, it will be accounted for by Tuoyueshan 10% of the time.
So A Liang’s trip was not a waste of drinks from his friends in the world.
Feng Xuetao was born as a wild cultivator, and he deeply agreed with this. He nodded and said: "It makes sense."
Unknowingly, I started to like the customs and customs here. There are not so many rules, or rather, the rules here made Ye Xiu Qingmi like it very much, and he was good at it.
Feng Xuetao asked: "A Liang, can you ask me something? What is the name of your natal flying sword? It seems that no one has ever heard of it. Is there only one flying sword, or is there more than one flying sword?"
Aliang turned a deaf ear and just knelt down on one knee, casually picked up a handful of soil, crushed it carefully with gentle movements, and looked into the distance with squinted eyes.
Feng Xuetao said: "Is someone following us?"
A Liang stood up and said with a smile: "Don't worry about these cats and dogs for now. Let's continue on our way. We'll get together later to save me the trouble of searching here and there."
Feng Xuetao knew that this guy around him would always say things that made people think he was bragging, but in fact he was not.
Ah Liang seemed to have come back to his senses just now, "What did you ask earlier?"
Feng Xuetao said helplessly: "My destiny is to fly the sword."
A Liang smiled and said, "I like drinking. There is only one Jianghu, so there is only one natal flying sword."
Feng Xuetao was extremely curious, "Where's the name?"
A Liang turned around and said with a playful smile: "If you become my enemy in the future, ask me for a sword fight, and you will know."
Feng Xuetao sighed and did not dare to say anything more.
He knew that Ah Liang was hinting to himself that in this barbaric world, if he encountered a life-or-death situation in which his life was hanging by a thread in the future, he could switch sides and try his hand at swordplay with Ah Liang.
A Liang only has one natal flying sword, named Drinker.