There are more than a dozen Taoist priests standing in a courtyard behind Sanqing Hall.
The leader is an old Taoist priest in his sixties, who is the master of Xuanhu Palace, Mr. Lu Li.
In the two palaces and three temples of the Zixiao system, the masters of Qingniu, Aries and Yellow Crane are all in charge, but not Xuanhu Palace and Red Ape Palace. The masters of these two palaces do not care about all kinds of daily affairs.
It is taken care of by real people sent by Zixiao Tiangong.
Today, Zhang Qinghu was severely injured. This was the first time that the master of Xuanhu Palace, Master Lu Li, was alarmed by a martial arts competition. Mainly because of his superb medical skills, Master Wu Miao specially asked him to treat Zhang Qinghu.
Master Lu Li gently squeezed Zhang Qinghu's thigh, shook his head and said: "If you can't pick up at least twenty fragments, this disciple is considered completely useless."
Zhang Qinghu was given medicine to make him sleepy to relieve his pain.
All the alchemists were extremely angry, and they all talked about it: "Who did this? It's so cruel and vicious."
At this time, Mu Zhenren's voice came from behind, "Your Majesty killed three wild bullfighters eight years ago. Isn't he so heartbroken?"
"So he is your disciple?"
Master Lu Li narrowed his eyes, nodded and said: "It seems that this little Taoist priest has obtained your true inheritance, what a martial arts!"
Master Mu also smiled slightly and said: "Master Lu Li, I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still in such good health, it's so gratifying!"
Master Lu Li snorted coldly, "It was only because of your sword that I was lucky enough to survive today."
Master Wu Miao was secretly surprised. Master Lu Li was known as one of the three masters of Kongtong Mountain. Fifteen years ago, he was suddenly injured and returned to the palace. Since then, he has not been able to leave the house. No one knows what happened? It turns out that he was killed by this person.
Injured by a thin old Taoist priest with an unattractive appearance.
Qingxu Guan is so hidden!
Master Wu Miao had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "We invited Master Mu here because the noble disciple did not abide by the rules during the martial arts competition and deliberately hurt the disciples of Xuanhu Palace..."
Before he could finish speaking, Guo Song smiled and said, "I'd really like to know where I don't follow the rules?"
Mu Zhenzhen glared at him fiercely, "When the elders are talking, is there any room for you to interrupt?"
Guo Song had no choice but to retreat behind Mu Zhenren.
Mu Zhenren said calmly: "Actually, I also want to know, where did I, a scoundrel, not follow the rules?"
Master Wu Miao knew that he was in the wrong, but he couldn't swallow it, so he forced himself to find excuses based on the rules.
Master Wu Miao looked back at Chihong Alchemist and said, "You saw it very clearly at that time, please tell me!"
He already knew that Mu Zhenren was not easy to mess with, so he kicked the ball to Chi Hong with a light kick.
Chihong was an idiot. He took a step forward and said angrily: "Zhang Qinghu stabbed the air with his last sword and he lost his balance. Even if the noble disciple didn't do anything, he would fall out of the competition circle and end the game. The noble disciple knew that he had already lost his balance."
To win and still have to kill someone is to hurt someone intentionally and violates the rules of the Budokai not to hurt someone intentionally."
Mu Zhenren turned around and asked Guo Song, "Is that what happened?"
Guo Song bowed and said: "Master, Zhang Qinghu used an electric sword to deal with the disciple as soon as he started. He wanted to kill the disciple. The last sword was the same. The disciple had to stop him in order to protect himself. It was already
The utmost restraint.”
"nonsense!"
Chi Hong said angrily: "A single-word electric sword can't kill anyone at all. Don't spit on people!"
Guo Song said coldly: "It happens that I have learned this trick, Chihong Warlock, I will stab you with a one-word electric sword. We can write down the status of life and death. If I stab you to death with a sword, then
Forget it, if I can't stab you to death, then I will leave you at your mercy, kill or behead me as you please, do you dare to accept it?"
Mu Zhen glared at Guo Song, "You brat, you really don't know how high the sky is. You have only learned martial arts for a few years, and you dare to challenge the Chihong Warlock? I think you are simply tired of living, and you actually handed over the handle to the other party. Of course, you have to fight with me."
You bet, Chihong Warlock, please teach this arrogant and ignorant scoundrel a lesson for me!"
The two masters and apprentices, one playing the sweet side and the other playing the bad side, pushed Chi Hong to the edge of the cliff. If he didn't agree, it would prove that the one-word electric sword could kill people. Guo Song was just defending himself, and Xuanhu Palace would lose face. But if he
If you agree, you might really be stabbed to death by the opponent's sword.
Chi Hong is a straight-headed person who doesn't know how to prevaricate and push the envelope. The other party wants to stab him and sign a life and death certificate, which makes him very embarrassed. Should he agree?
He knew very well that if the opponent knocked his long sword away with one sword, he would probably kill him with one sword, but in order to protect the dignity of himself and Xuanhu Palace, he had no choice but to risk it.
Just when he was about to agree, Master Lu Li coughed twice and said, "I don't think there's any need to fight, I'll make a decision!"
Chi Hong wanted to step forward, but was gently pulled by Master Wu Miao. Only then did he wake up and immediately fell silent.
Mu Zhenren smiled slightly, "What did Brother Lu Li say?"
Master Lu Li looked at Guo Song and said slowly: "Just now, my little Taoist friend said that breaking the legs of Xuanhu Palace disciples is the greatest restraint. As long as you can prove this, then Xuanhu Palace will believe your sincerity in this matter.
Even if it’s revealed, what do you think?”
Mu Zhenren stroked his beard and smiled slightly: "Disciple, can you prove it?"
Without saying a word, Guo Song walked up to a thigh-thick birch tree, flashed his ironwood sword, and said, "Crack!" With a sound of sand, he cut the birch tree into two pieces with his sword, and the big tree fell suddenly.
Hit the wall hard.
Guo Song stood with his sword in hand and looked at everyone in Xuanhu Palace coldly.
The expressions of everyone present changed drastically. The opponent was using a bladeless wooden sword! This kind of power was simply astonishing, and everyone was so stunned that they couldn't say a word.
Master Lu Li nodded, "What a handsome kung fu man. It is true that famous teachers give birth to great disciples. My fellow Taoist, please invite me! I'll let this matter go."
Guo Song glanced at the shocked and angry Wu Miao Zhenren and said: "In the next competition, as long as it is a fair competition, everyone will be in peace. But if my opponent has murderous intentions and wants to use the competition to kill me, he will die."
The person will definitely not be me, so don’t say you didn’t predict it.”
Guo Song turned around and walked away.
Mu Zhenren chuckled, "My apprentice has a bit of a weird temper, which makes everyone laugh."
He bowed his hands, turned around and left.
After the two masters and disciples walked away, Master Lu Li carefully looked at the cut opening of the birch tree for a long time. He sighed softly, "I saw the sword again!"
But he didn't explain anything. He just told everyone: "No one is allowed to tell anyone what happened just now!"
After saying that, Master Lu Li walked away with heavy steps, leaving everyone behind looking at each other.
Only Master Wu Miao looked ashen and looked at the master and apprentice as they left with bitter eyes.
………..
What happened in the inner courtyard was just a small episode. The martial arts meeting was still going on. After breaking into the top 300 in the morning, Guo Song defeated a wild man from the Bullfighting Palace in the afternoon and was promoted to Group B, which is the young Taoist group.
Top one hundred and fifty.
Guo Song's win in the afternoon match was quite dramatic. After the two sides saluted, the other Taoist priest was very nervous and took a few steps back, preparing to distance himself from Guo Song. However, he forgot where he was and stepped out of the circle with one foot.
He was sentenced to lose, allowing Guo Song to win without a fight.
Senior brother Gan Lei also defeated his opponent, a Taoist priest from Xuanhu Palace. This was not worth celebrating for him. His goal was not only to get a ticket to Zixiao Palace, but also to reach the top forty.
.
However, after the game ended that day, Gan Lei disappeared, and only Guo Song followed his master back to Qingxu Temple.
"Master, what kind of wood is your ironwood sword made of? It's actually harder than iron!"
Mu Zhenren didn't care about Gan Lei's whereabouts, nor did Guo Song, but he was full of interest in his master's ironwood sword. After cutting through a birch tree with one sword, the sword's blade was not damaged at all.
"This ironwood sword was made by the Persians from the core of a thousand-year-old cycad tree. According to Gao Xianzhi, it is actually a sacrificial sword."
"Master, what is a sacrificial sword?"
"The sacrificial sword is a ritual vessel used during sacrifices. It's like a bronze tripod. You understand!"
"Since it's a sacrificial sword, why is Master carrying it all day long?"
"First, you are the one carrying it now, not me; second, it is a Persian sacrificial sword, which has nothing to do with me. I am a Taoist priest and need a wooden sword; third..."
Speaking of the third one, Mu Zhenren glared at Guo Song and said, "You are not allowed to use it to chop down trees again. You don't care about it at all!"
Guo Song stuck out his tongue and asked with a smile: "If you sell this sword, how much can it cost?"
Mu Zhenren stroked his beard and thought for a while and said, "Don't mention it. One year when I was traveling to Zhangye, I met a Sogdian businessman. He offered me a hundred taels of silver to buy this sword from me."
"Did Master sell it?"
"nonsense!"
Mu Zhenren glared at Guo Song again and continued: "I really needed a sum of money at that time, and I was a little tempted, but I soon discovered that the Sogdian businessman seemed to know the origin of this ironwood sword and was eager to buy it, but
I deliberately pretended not to care, so I didn’t sell it to him. Now that I think about it, I’m still very lucky. This thousand-year-old ironwood sword is unique in the world, and I’ve never seen another thousand-year-old cycad.”
"Master, what's its name?"
Mu Zhenren shook his head, "If there is no name, it will be called Iron Wood Sword. I plan to use this sword as my inheritance and pass it down from generation to generation. I will either give it to you or your senior brother, but you don't cherish it, and I'm afraid it will be destroyed."
In your hand."
Guo Song gently stroked the unique black tiger skin pattern on the ironwood sword and felt the cold breath of the sword. He also fell in love with this wooden sword more and more.