It is estimated that it won't take long for the news that a sword-wielding immortal has ascended to the nine-story pagoda in Juyang City to spread throughout the entire Liang Dynasty.
After all, the people of Daliang have not heard any news about immortals for so many years. Naturally, it is also because the rivers and lakes in Daliang are so peaceful now. Even if there is an immortal in the mortal world, people probably will not be able to find it.
The leader of the Beggar Gang, who was originally wearing a white cloth, saw his clothes falling from the sky. He reluctantly picked up the clothes on the ground and squinted at the direction where the old man disappeared.
It seemed that everyone present felt that the person on top of the tower just now was a god. They were so excited that they knelt on the ground and began to pray to God to bless their family with good luck in the coming year. However, Hong Dali did not think so, because he knew that just now
The old man is not a god at all, he is a human being.
"Gang leader, who was that person just now?"
First, the old man flew into the sky with his sword, and then the sackcloth fell to the ground. It was difficult for the disciples of the Beggar Clan not to associate the god in the sky with the old man they had captured earlier.
"who?"
Hong Dali stroked his beard slightly. To be honest, Hong Dali just looked like the leader of the Beggar Clan at this time.
"He is not a god, he should be a martial arts master, right?"
Disciples of the Beggar Clan are martial arts practitioners, so they know that this task of wielding a sword and flying into the sky is not only practiced by immortals, but also is not difficult for mortals to do if they reach the Xuantian realm.
"Did you hear what he shouted?" Hong Dali turned around and looked at the Beggar Clan disciples and asked.
When the disciples of the Beggar Clan heard this, they were slightly startled, and then they exclaimed with trembling lips: "Avalokitesvara Sword!"
"That's right, that's the Guanzhi Sword."
When Hong Dali was robbed of his clothes by the old man, he actually didn't know who the old man was. Although his skills were much higher than his own, it was only after he saw the red sword in the sky that Hong Dali could guess who the old man was.
identity.
After all, this is the Guanzhi Sword.
During the previous dynasty, it was also a sword that countless people looked up to.
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Not far from the street, a little girl dragged a young man and hurriedly ran to the front of the Nine-Storied Pagoda. However, after arriving, the little girl found that the god people talked about had disappeared.
The little girl curled her lips slightly and turned around and shouted to the boy: "It's all your fault for running so slowly, the gods have flown away."
"Stargazing, gods fly very fast, how can the two of us catch up?" the young man explained a little aggrievedly.
"Still quibbling!" the little girl scolded sternly, and the boy quickly covered his mouth.
The little girl looked up at the blue sky, sat down on the steps of the pagoda, then took off her little cheeks with both hands, and said with a somewhat puzzled expression: "Grandson, why can gods fly?
Why can’t it fly?”
"I don't know." The young man shook his head.
"How stupid!" The little girl curled her lips, and then continued: "Grandson, do you know what my ideal is?"
"I don't know." The young man shook his head.
"I want to fly to the sky." The little girl pointed to the sky and shouted.
"Then I will practice hard in the future, and when I learn the art of flying, I will take you to see the sky, how about it?" The young man was not stupid this time, and finally said something that the little girl liked to hear.
"Okay, okay!" The little girl clapped her hands repeatedly, but after jumping up and down a few times, the expression on her face turned a little helpless and a little lost.
The boy didn't know why the little girl suddenly became unhappy, so he quickly asked: "Guanxing, what's wrong with you?"
The little girl raised her head and glanced at the young man. She curled her lips and said, "You are so stupid. When will you learn the art of flying? You won't wait until I am seventy or eighty years old or an old woman to learn it, right? What if I become an old woman?"
, if you have learned it, it will be good, but I am afraid that I will die and you haven’t learned it yet..."
"Am I really that stupid?" The young man scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Forget it, forget it. If you are stupid, you should work harder to avoid making me wait too long." The little girl somehow felt relieved.
"I will work hard." The young man vowed and looked at the little girl and said.
"Work hard. You can fight those bald donkeys at Qingshan Temple first. I'm not in a hurry about flying to the sky. I can wait." The little girl walked forward step by step with playful steps.
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The boy followed the little girl and stretched out his hand, scratched his head, frowned and said: "Stargazing, actually I haven't been able to figure out one thing."
"What's the matter?" the little girl turned around and asked.
"I don't understand why you look down on the monks in that temple so much. Last time, my grandfather took me to Qingshan Temple to eat and drink... No, I was a guest at Qingshan Temple. Monk Xuanzheng treated me and my grandfather very well.
They were all very polite and even gave grandpa wine, but the eminent monk Xuanzheng doesn't drink." The young man asked cautiously, as if he was afraid that he would say the wrong thing and make the little girl unhappy.
After hearing the boy's words, the little girl was silent for a moment, raised her head and said with a smile: "Actually, I don't know why I hate those bald donkeys at Qingshan Temple. Maybe it's because they have always been against my grandfather."
"Oh." The young man nodded.
"But, since I hate them, you can't like them either. At most, I can prevent you from hating them." The little girl pointed at the boy and shouted very domineeringly.
The young man's face was full of helplessness.
"Why, didn't you hear what I said?" the little girl asked.
"I heard it." The young man nodded helplessly.
"Then what did I just say?"
"..."
"Grandson, you don't listen to me, do you? Do you dislike my nagging?" The little girl walked up to the young man, grabbed his ears and shouted.
"I didn't." The young man grinned in pain, but still did not dare to fight back.
“You say you don’t have it with your mouth, but you feel it in your heart, right?”
"Yes." The young man agreed in a panic, then quickly shook his head and changed his words and shouted: "No!"
"Then do you still like those bald donkeys at Qingshan Temple?" the little girl asked with a cold snort.
"dislike."
"That's pretty much it."
The little girl let go of the boy's ears, clapped her little hands with a satisfied expression, looked at the boy and said, "Come on, let's go look at that dress again."
"Didn't you just watch it?" The young man followed helplessly behind the little girl.
"I've seen it, but I haven't seen enough yet." The little girl seemed a little sad when she mentioned this dress.
"Stargazing, we don't have any money in our hands anymore, and it's getting late, so we'd better stop watching and wait until next time I secretly take out my grandpa's donkey, exchange it for money, and then buy it for you.
What do you think about clothes?" the young man suggested in a low voice.
"No, I don't know when I will come out next time."
The little girl didn't even think about it and just shook her head.