Lincheng Huamo Chapter 36: White Cloud Sword Intent
Ying Ruge swung her sword with her backhand, creating several whirlwinds formed by the sword energy. The virtuality and reality were blurry for a moment. Even an unparalleled swordsman like Zhong Xihou couldn't help but guess where the next sword would strike from.
The Lord of the West City frowned, why did this sword move seem so familiar? Although it seemed familiar, it was somehow different.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the dark-faced man planned to make a little joke.
Zhong Xihou drew his sword and slashed, but he held the sword in his forehand. A whirlwind and tornado intersected and dispersed instantly. There were sparks and a "clop" sound of the weapons being exchanged.
Ying Ruge stopped, her eyes showing fear. Zhong Xihou, could it be that the sword soul and body, after just one glance, he used it for himself?
"Falling flowers, falling flowers."
Zhong Xihou could not forget the way the fairy Bai Yun used the sword. He looked at the person in front of him again, "Junior Brother, Junior Brother, how did you use the sword?"
"Sixteen Flowers of Baiyun Swordsmanship, the city lord guessed it right. This move is called Laughing Buddha Drunk and Lying in the Shade of Flowers, also known as Falling Flowers."
"What a coincidence, there are three flowers among the dancing birds, and there is also a trick also called falling flowers."
Ying Ruge makes this sword naturally not the Luo Hua among the Sixteen Flowers of Baiyun Swordsmanship. The full name of Luo Hua is "Luo Hua Shame Forest". It emphasizes the unexpectedness of others and the ability to draw the sword at will. Using Qi to transform the blade, the virtual and the real.
Go out together and attack them unprepared.
And the move he just made, although it has the word "Buddha" in it, has no mercy at all. It is as focused on virtuality and reality as in the forest of fallen flowers, but more importantly, it is about giving up the desire to suppress and kill. Humanity kills, but Buddha nature
Not obliterating is a contradiction.
Human nature and Buddha nature are both the nature of the sword master. The nature of a sword appears to be empty and real.
But Zhong Xihou never lied. The name of the Luo Hua in Wuyu Sword Technique is "Luo Hua Shui Wu Jing", which emphasizes controlling the Qi with the heart and making a move without distinguishing between the real and the real. Even if there is a moon in the water or a flower in the mirror,
Just thrust out this sword.
Although "The Laughing Buddha Lies Drunk in the Shade of Flowers" and "Falling Flowers in the Water without Mirrors" are different, they both lead to the same goal by different paths. However, the sword is forward and backward, but the intention of the sword is completely different.
Ying Ruge no longer bothered with Baiyun's swordsmanship and Wuyu's swordsmanship. He soared into the air again and slashed down with his sword.
Zhong Xihou did not dodge, the sword in his hand gradually glowed red, and he slowly closed his eyes.
If it had been anyone else, Zhong Xihou would not have been able to use the sword for a long time. Similarly, if it had been anyone else, he would not have been allowed to try the sword.
"Feng Huwu-Yu!" He slowly raised his sword, pronouncing the last word with particular emphasis.
Ying Ruge turned around and returned to his original position. Zhong Xihou swung his sword fiercely, and the seventy-two sword auras turned sharply. The sword light flashed past. Ying Ruge was at his original position. The three-person tree was like a thunderbolt.
Split from the top.
The wind dispersed, and Zhong Xihou slowly opened his eyes again. The corners of his mouth were raised, and he was smiling: "Little junior brother, I have traveled thousands of miles in the mortal world, riding alone, gracefully, in the realm of flying immortals, but can't I achieve it?"
Ying Ruge thought back to the sword she had just struck. If she had not stopped the move, it could have injured Marquis Zhong Xi, possibly killing him, or even taking off an arm if he had not done so.
Likewise, if this sword strikes down, Zhong Xihou's seventy-two sword energy will definitely break him into pieces.
"The wind is dancing!" Ying Ruge read out these words softly, "Did Zhong Nanyan use this move to defeat Elder Wuchang back then?"
Ying Ruge's thin lips, which were not covered by the mask, were slightly raised, looking extremely evil. Zhong Xihou frowned, but opened his eyes angrily.
Hearing Ying Ruge's strong words "Feng Hu - Wu Yu", Zhong Xihou never expected that in just a few words, this young man in red clothes and face armor would actually use the "Feng Hu - Wu Yu" he had practiced hard for more than 20 years.
"Hu Wu Yu" stole six or seven points, and seventy-two sword auras as thick as ink attacked Zhong Xihou.
Zhong Xihou smiled. He had never laughed so openly in all these years.
He once again clenched the crimson-colored sword in his hand and shouted loudly: "The wind is dancing like a dragon!"
Suddenly, 72 black sword qi and 72 pure white sword qi offset each other one by one. With the two of them as the center, the sword qi turned into a circle of ripples and slowly spread out.
Zhong Xihou was still smiling, he was so happy, how could he say "happy"?
The sword returned to its sheath, he stopped laughing, and suddenly said seriously:
"The Wuyun Sword never fights for vain fame. It fights for the glory that belongs to the sword owner. Both Hei Wuchang and General Han have been defeated by the Wuyun Sword."
"Defeated by Zhong Nanyan's sword?" Ying Ruge believed, but she didn't believe it either.
Hei Wuchang won the title of Sword Master and defeated a hundred swordsman masters in half a year, including Seven Star Sword, Wuyu Sword, and Baiyun Iron Sword.
Similarly, he broke hundreds of famous swords under the alias Linghu Changkong, but he didn't even make it to the Qingfeng Ranking. What a joke.
Suddenly, Ying Ruge looked at the Western Overlord in front of her again, and couldn't help but feel even more funny.
It is natural that the word Ying Ruge does not appear on the Qingfeng list. Yingruge is not a swordsman, but Linghu Changkong does not appear on the Qingfeng list. To be honest, he Yingruge is not convinced. Leng is the top pick in the list.
It’s hard to understand without saying anything.
But when I looked at the person in front of me, I saw that this great swordsman with a world-famous swordsmanship, Zhong Xihou in Xicheng, had never been on the Qingfeng Ranking. After searching for fifty names for a long time, I couldn't find a single one with the surname Zhong. I was really puzzled.
How on earth did this old guy get ranked? How could he still earn his current credibility by doing such nonsense?
"Junior brother, I will tell you how Wu Yujian lost."
The scabbard shot out several feet, and the crimson edge reappeared.
Zhong Xihou's figure turned into white light, and he stamped his feet on the ground and rose up. In his original position, Zhong Xihou was standing. He grabbed his own feet and dragged himself down.
Ying Ruge poured all her strength into the Longyao Sword. There was no trace of rust on the sword, just like a pure gold sword that had just come out of the furnace.
With a move of Tassel Flower World, a layer of halo enveloped his sword, and his sword stabbed Zhong Xihou again. Zhong Xihou still refused to dodge, what he saw was not a sword, but a flower with petals on the blade.
Zhong Xihou smiled. He suddenly felt happy when he looked at this young man who was from the same sect as himself and who was equally famous as himself.
Looking at the sword he stabbed, Zhongxihou turned the sword in his hand, and with a tap of his left hand, Long Yao in Yingru Singer was knocked away. The hilt of Zhongxihou Wuyu Sword was pressed against Yingruge's Dantian.
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"That's how Wuyun Sword lost back then. It's a pity that this sword doesn't like killing people."
Not to mention Ying Ruge, Qin Yue'er who was watching from the side was also stunned and her eyes widened.
She knew that he was in Muhan Tower and could not use his sword due to his status.
Whenever he goes by the pseudonym Linghu Changkong, that is when he feels most at ease.
Although I can't fully display Baiyun swordsmanship, I can hold a sword and compete with others, which is quite satisfying.
I still remember that despite knowing their respective identities, Ying Ruge insisted on wearing the mask, and the two of them cut swords with Leng Buyu on the immortal cliff.
That was also the first time Qin Yue'er saw Leng Buyu's six swords coming out at the same time, while Ying Ruge became more and more courageous as he fought, and was so powerful that it was difficult for gods and ghosts to withstand him.
Whether he is lingering in a song or silent, even though he is wearing a white robe and red clothes, his smile is extremely bright.
The outcome was no longer important. Leng Buyu's heavenly sword cut off the blue fox that Linghu Changkong snatched from outside. He even received a blow on the shoulder, but he was convinced of the defeat.
Ying Ruge didn't yell like those libertines, "If it weren't for my sword, you would have lost a long time ago" etc. The two of them were wrapped up as mummies and lived in Wuhua Valley. Ying Ruge was puzzled.
For most of the year, I was curious as to why I couldn't steal some of the sword power of the Seven Star Sword.
When Qin Yue'er was in a trance, Zhong Xihou put away his sword, walked over to pick up the scabbard on the ground, and put the Wuyu Sword into it. The red light faded. He did not sweat, and his breath was still calm.
"Long Yao is a psychic sword. If you could show his original appearance, the Wuyu sword would have been broken by now. Junior brother, in my eyes, you are not worthy of the word swordsman."
Qin Yue'er ran over and helped Ying Ruge up: "City Lord Zhong, Ruge's injury..."
Zhong Xihou laughed out loud.
"I almost forgot that you, an immortal, was seriously injured in the Ancient Wood Forest of Gu Buyi City. This injury is good. Since you were seriously injured, why don't you go to recuperate?"
Marquis Zhongxi has left. He
He was still kneeling on the ground, stroking his chest and holding his sword. He couldn't hold it back and vomited out a mouthful of thick blood. His teeth were blood red, but he was grinning.
With a cry, the white falcon that had not seen a shadow for many days flew over. It stopped on the hilt of the sword and stared at its owner. "Qu'er."
If life can be like this white falcon, it will come and go when it comes, and no one can stop it, then it will be happy.
Qin Yue'er caressed Bai Yu gently, and then opened the thin bamboo strip tied to Bai Falcon. When she opened it, there was a thin piece of paper inside, "Yaozi, without saying a word, I have gone to Wanfeng City."
Qin Yue'er was a little confused and handed the straight bar to Ying Ruge. After reading it, the flame in Ying Ruge's palm instantly turned to ashes.
Ying Ruge stroked the white falcon's wing feathers, returned the rusty sword to its sheath, and said nothing, has this paralyzed guy left the building too?
"Yue'er, tell me, now that the matter is over, how about we get married?"
Qin Yue'er was stunned on the spot. She heard it clearly, but at this moment, she desperately hoped that she didn't hear it clearly and asked him to say it again.
My eyes turned red instantly, and I suppressed my sobs. Without the twists and turns of the plot in the novel about the gifted man and the beautiful lady, it would be impossible for the eight-carriage sedan to sail through the busy city.
"You, you, why are you crying, if you don't want to..."
"Go away, don't you know that for things like proposing marriage, you have to ask for the consent of your elders with very generous gifts? How can I be considered the one you are marrying?"
Ying Ruge was dumbfounded, "Get lost", "Get lost", "Get lost", this little girl actually lost her ladylike demeanor for the first time in her life. It was the first time in her life that she heard the curse words coming out of her mouth.
"Yes, yes, I forgot, I forgot..."
Just like that, the two people hugged each other. The destroyed street doors around them, the gradually gathering crowd, and the harsh words spoken by the people who didn't know the truth, all seemed to have lost their anger.
Is status so important in a person's life?
Wouldn't it be enough to change your identity, live a good life, have a small family, have your children healthy in the end, and enjoy your grandchildren when you are old?
A young man with a sword on his back recognized Ying Ruge's attire, and asked respectfully, "Your Excellency, are you the venerable master of Muhan Tower, Ying Ruge?"
Both Ying Ruge and Qin Yue'er came back to their senses.
Ying Ruge waved her hand and took off her face mask cheerfully. This frightened Qin Yue'er, but the next moment, she was happy again. No wonder Ruge could be so happy with grudges and merciless with his sword, but he
When did you put on this human skin mask?
"No, no, the reckless Linghu Changkong just borrowed this outfit to force the Lord Zhong to use his sword."
The young man carrying the sword was as happy as if he had seen a god. He pointed at Ying Ruge with trembling fingers and said excitedly: "Destroy, destroy, destroy, destroy the sword master, I am Dong Chengming of Liuzhou, I am..."
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Before Dong Chengming, who longed for fame, could chatter any more, Ying Ruge had long since taken her childhood sweetheart's hand and skipped happily all the way without a trace.
Zhong Xihou, who was hiding in a drunken place with the Jiuxianren, felt a little sour for no reason. This bastard had just had a fight with him, and his sword energy had confused his inner breath for a while. Now it's better, he has actually changed his identity.
With a wife, damn it.
I also thought that Baiyun's swordsmanship was extremely exquisite, but her sword was very ordinary. Her swords had broken many times. If this one broke, I would go to a blacksmith shop to make a three-five-pound iron sword. Just use your hands.
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When I was young, I asked my master why swordsmen all over the world like to wear famous swords. What kind of sword is considered a famous sword?
Zhong Nanyan told him that in fact, Wuyun Sword was not well-known at first and could only be made by a small blacksmith.
Zhong Xihou was half convinced and half doubtful, really?
Unexpectedly, this guy with a skin as thick as a city wall still nodded vigorously. If Bai Wuchang hadn't brought Xiao Yu to the Evernight City later, he would have been kept in the dark and believed in it.
In the end, Zhong Xihou chased Zhong Nanyan all over the city lord's palace with a scimitar in his hand, and it was Bai Wuchang who interceded to spare his adoptive father.
As he thought about it, Marquis Zhong Xi couldn't help but laugh out loud. My foster father, my foster father, which one is more important, the sword's reputation or the man's reputation?