Lu Zhengkang doesn’t know who ordered the clothes for him. It may be a benefit for newcomers, but why is he wearing bright red? Lu Zhengkang has never said that he likes bright red, although he does like bright red a little bit...
But the bright red one is for weddings.
He was dressed in red, except for a big flower on his chest.
Of course, red is red, this is a Taoist robe. The shape is the shape of a Taoist robe. Lu Zhengkang put it on and dusted off his sleeves. They were inlaid with gold and there was a circle of Bagua talismans on the cuffs, which looked very nice. His Taoist crown was
The black one is the same color as the Taoist crown of Master Boxue Hongzi. However, after all, he is only a young monk and is not qualified to wear the Yuanshi crown. He can only wear a three-stage crown.
After finishing dressing up, Lu Zhengkang looked around in front of Laojun's temple. Sure enough, monks were already coming and going in the cloud towers in the sky.
Lu Zhengkang asked the Chilou warrior who brought him to lead him back to Chilou as usual.
When he arrived, he could already see many monks wearing swords and caskets, dressed in different styles, decent and evil sects, with swords, sword caskets, sword pills, hundreds of people, each with his own style, and familiar people gathered together.
Together, we laugh and smile
It seemed that the unfamiliar Sword Immortals rarely spoke to each other. When everyone gathered together, most of them were taciturn people. Of course, there were also some unruly monks, but under the advice of their companions, they wisely kept quiet.
Lu Zhengkang didn't come with much fanfare, but his bright red robes really stood out.
Some people were snickering on the sidelines. Lu Zhengkang looked over and saw that those people were a little more restrained.
However, as Lu Zhengkang walked into the red building, more and more people saw him, so the snickering became a constant stream.
Lu Zhengkang didn't care. He looked around. He didn't know where the uncle had gone. He couldn't find him for the time being. He planned to pay a visit. But at the sword monument in the north, Lu Zhengkang saw a familiar figure from behind. He was still so handsome.
Charming and graceful, he stepped forward with a smile on his face.
Walking next to the person, he glanced sideways inadvertently, like some kind of unexpected encounter. Lu Zhengkang said softly: "Qing Ning... I'm sorry I recognized the wrong person."
Lu Zhengkang turned around calmly and left the forest of monuments silently.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the snickering in my ears seems to be getting louder and louder.
Lu Zhengkang hesitated whether to read the file...
There are basically sword cultivators around. It is common for seniors from the same sect to come with their juniors when they come to Chilou to see the sword stele, or with the intention of making friends. It is indeed rare for Lu Zhengkang to be alone like this.
few.
At this moment, outside the red building, a loud voice came from far and near, "Hey! This place has been here for so many years, why is it still so shabby?"
Lu Zhengkang felt a little happy in his heart. Good guy, here comes a fool. Now everyone will not focus on him all the time.
He looked in the direction of the archway to the south, and there came a slovenly monk in black robes. He was tall and broad, with a thick and beautiful beard and a pair of very bright eyes. Following him was the master Bo Xuehongzi with a calm face.
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When everyone saw him, they bowed and called him senior, showing great courtesy.
Lu Zhengkang pulled a monk next to him and said, "Brother, who is that person?"
"You don't even know him?"
"Should I know him?"
"The greatest swordsman in the south of the world, who once killed ten ancient cultivators in a row. Fifty years ago, he went to the Western Sea alone to kill the evil dragon and the sea monster saint. With one sword, he suppressed the demons in the Ten Thousand Demons Hall and sealed the mountain for a hundred years. Such a figure
, do you think you should get to know each other?"
"Then we really need to get to know each other." Lu Zhengkang nodded.
"This is Bearded Sanren Yong Lianyi. It is said that he has a dispute with Master Jingxue of Kunlun Palace."
"What's the dispute?"
"It's just about competing for the top spot in Chilou. I heard from my master that the last sword fight in Chilou, the Bearded Sanren and Jingxue Zhenren fought fiercely for six months, and their swordsmanship and swordsmanship reached its peak, almost exhausting the world's swordsmanship. This time, they will still know how to do it.
Swordfighters, just watch!"
Such an outsider knows more about the elders of Kunlun Palace than the three Lu Zhengkang people. It has to be said that sometimes the authorities are confused because of the unequal information.
The conversation between Lu Zhengkang and Fu Daozi did not involve a certain person's reputation, but the title of the No. 1 Sword Immortal in the South, according to Fu Daozi, belonged to Xue Hongzi of Kunlun Palace.
"The last time we had a sword fight, the Beard Sanren won?"
"That's right. It's a narrow win."
Lu Zhengkang nodded, "No wonder." No wonder the great uncle said that he was not the best swordsman in the south.
If there is a chance that a heretic can kill this bearded Sanren - Lu Zhengkang also has some evil thoughts.
Of course, this is just a joke. Mr. Lu appreciates fair duels the most. This may be due to his childhood influence. When he first watched the movie, he hated those who plotted against others before duels.
Dying in a duel is actually a way of death that Lu Zhengkang approves of. If he himself died in a duel, he would definitely feel satisfied.
The No. 1 Sword Immortal in the South - Fighting swords for glory is also the joy of monks.
Xue Hongzi also saw Lu Zhengkang. There was no dense crowd in the red building. Everyone was scattered here and there. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw his little disciple, "Come!" He waved, and Lu Zhengkang walked quickly.
In the past, the monk next to me was stunned for a moment and murmured to himself, "Should I call you or me? I also want to talk to these two sword immortals..."
"Fellow Daoist Yong, this is my new disciple. Xiaolu, this is a Bearded Sanren, a friend of the teacher for many years."
Lu Zhengkang bowed and said, "I have met my senior."
Although the bearded Sanren chatted in front of his old friends and never forgot to make a few mocking remarks when he saw Chilou, he was very serious in front of the juniors, "Not bad." He was concise and to the point.
Xue Hongzi waved his hand to Lu Zhengkang, "Go and have some fun by yourself and talk more to the colleagues here. Make some friends so that you can have someone to take care of you when you travel in the future."
"I don't want to make friends."
The bearded man nodded silently when he heard this. Xue Hongzi shook his head helplessly, "Young people always have something to talk about. You must not imitate this beard man. He has no friends in his life and has enemies everywhere."
Lu Zhengkang smiled and asked, "Aren't you friends with this mediocre senior?"
Xue Hongzi corrected him seriously, "Not a friend, but an opponent."
Lu Zhengkang shook his head, said goodbye and left.
His conversation with these two top swordsmen in the world could not escape the ears of the other monks. After a while, someone came up to him. Lu Zhengkang said that he did not want to make friends, but when they actually talked, they still made people feel close to each other.
Suddenly, he smelled a smell of turpentine.
Someone chuckled behind him, "You will have friends here, aren't you afraid that Fu Daozi will be jealous?"
Lu Zhengkang turned around and saw Qing Ningzi and several young fellow disciples behind her. This encounter was beyond his expectation.
"You are late."
"It's not too late. If it's later, I won't see you. Maybe I'll go out to drink and have fun." She smiled generously, and Lu Zhengkang also noticed that she was much more free and easy than before.
"I won't leave until I see you."
"It's really annoying to say these things for nothing!" Qing Ningzi shook her head, "I'm going to inspect the sword monument. Let's talk when you are free. I'm very curious about you right now!"
She left with her fellow juniors and juniors. Lu Zhengkang smiled at the people around him and said, "Excuse me," and walked directly behind Qing Ningzi. Regardless of whether it was rude or not, Lu Zhengkang was now curious about Qing Ningzi's past two years.
