"When I was six years old, I was abducted by beggars at the Lantern Festival. They said they wanted to break my hands and feet so that I could beg on the street."
"They starved me for three days and I was scared."
"Later, an old Taoist priest rushed in from nowhere. He was very powerful. He beat all the beggars to death and maimed them with three punches and two kicks. He rescued me and many other children like me."
"My family is from a wealthy family in Luzhou. In order to repay his kindness, my father later found him and wanted to give him a thousand taels of gold, but he didn't want it."
"My father said that this Taoist priest was a true Taoist priest who practiced spiritual practice, so he asked me to come and worship him as my teacher."
"Master was unwilling to take me in at first, and couldn't resist my father's enthusiasm. He came to the door again and again, and then he had no choice but to take me in."
"Master said that we are disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, and our founder is Wang Chongyang. We must practice martial arts well so that we can take revenge when we meet people from the ** Temple in the future."
"It's just that Master was not in good health and liked to drink. Three years ago, he became seriously ill and passed away in depression. Before he died, he held my hand tightly and told me not to forget that the enemy was the **Si and the enemy was Ba
Siba.”
"That night, I lay down in front of my master's bed and fell asleep, and then I had a dream. In the dream, there was an old Taoist. He said that his name was Li Zhichang, and he was my master. He wanted to teach me a unique move and wait for my martial arts in the future.
If you are successful, then go to seek revenge on the Living Buddha of ** Temple, and you will definitely succeed..."
On the hospital bed, Lu Yuncheng was chattering to Mo Li about the past.
The experience was relatively simple. It was a story about a rich young man who happened to join a declining sect. As for why he finally became Li Zhichang and how he was able to swing that sword, he didn't say a word. Of course, he didn't know at all.
According to what he said, he had already lost consciousness while following the trick that Li Zhichang taught him in his dream.
But there was no need for him to tell, Mo Li could probably guess a thing or two.
During the chaos in the palace, Li Zhichang must have escaped by chance. From then on, he hated Pasiba and passed this hatred to his descendants, so that they would not forget this matter.
As for Li Zhichang's final appearance, it is not an unbelievable thing. Tibetan Buddhism has a theory of the reincarnation of living Buddhas. It uses the secret method of initiation and is passed down from generation to generation. Li Zhichang is likely to adopt this method.
"So, what are you going to do next?" Li Li asked.
"Of course I will go to Huashan to watch the great event of Buddhist and Taoist debates on scriptures and martial arts!"
Lu Yuncheng said firmly: "If Pasiba wins, I will kill him again even if I risk my life!"
Pa Siba is over a hundred years old and lives in seclusion in hiding places on weekdays. He does not move around the Central Plains at all. If he misses this opportunity, he may never be found again.
Pasiba wins...
Li Qiye sighed, this is the worst ending. If it comes to this, then Zhang Sanfeng's situation...
He didn't dare to imagine the consequences. Although he hoped that Zhang Sanfeng would win, after this battle, with his strong skills and sword intent that was almost innate, he couldn't even block the opponent's finger. Ba Siba's
The horror was beyond his imagination.
"Take good care of your injuries. After your body recovers, let's go to Huashan together." Mo Li said.
They are still in Yicheng at the moment.
Although the two of them were seriously injured, it was not a serious illness. Lu Yuncheng used moves beyond his endurance, which depleted his essence and drained his energy. Then he lay there. Although Mo Li was really beaten by the other party.
One finger was seriously injured, but the other party had no murderous intentions. The two miraculous powers he possessed both had the magical effect of strengthening the body and accelerating recovery. In addition, the two of them were young and had strong energy and blood, so the injury was not caused.
What an obstacle.
In just ten days, both of them were able to walk and recovered more than half of their health. By the time a month passed, their bodies were basically healthy.
At this time, the debate on scriptures and martial arts between Buddhism and Taoism had completely spread to all parts of the world. Countless people in the rivers and lakes, regardless of the distance or distance, whoever heard the news rushed to Huashan Mountain day and night.
Pasiba, the astonishing genius of Buddhism who appears only once in a thousand years; Zhang Sanfeng, the greatest Taoist master who only appears once in hundreds of years!
Such a peak showdown between the two, not to mention unprecedented, is definitely a rare encounter in hundreds of years.
March 12, Huayin City.
At this time, the competition in Huashan was approaching, and there were only three days left. This place was adjacent to the famous city of Guanzhong in Huashan and was already overcrowded.
Countless wealthy people from all walks of life flocked to Huayin to wait for the day of the debate on the 15th day of the third lunar month.
Zuixian Pavilion, the largest restaurant in Huayin City, is already full of guests at this moment!
A man with a Guanzhong accent spat and said: "Damn it, it's terrible that someone else is taking the limelight. We have so many heroic swordsmen in Guanzhong, but for such a big event, we don't even have a sect in Guanzhong!"
Those who participated in the Taoist debate were not just Zhang Sanfeng and Pasiba, but also various schools and sects of Buddhism and Taoism. Buddhism was represented by the Shaolin Temple, Taoism was represented by the Wudang Sect, and the rest were famous monks and monks from various places.
There are Taoist Taoist priests, many hidden masters of Buddhism and Taoism, and the most famous Huashan sect in Guanzhong, the only sense of participation is that it provides a competition venue.
This is not surprising. Although Guanzhong has been the foundation of emperors since ancient times and has outstanding people. However, since the Song Dynasty, the figures in the south of the Yangtze River have become more glamorous than those in the northwest, especially after the decline of the Quanzhen Sect in Zhongnan Mountain. Regardless of literature or martial arts, the land of Guanzhong has been
It is completely backward.
"That's not exactly what I said. No matter how many heroic swordsmen there are, can they compare to those two?"
The big man at the table next to him said: "Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Zhenren, is a god-like figure, and Pasiba is a living Buddha in Tibet. Back then, he single-handedly defeated the Taoist sect Xingyun. So many of us came all the way to do this for us."
It’s not just the two of them, who else in this Guanzhong land can stand shoulder to shoulder with these two?!”
The man who spoke with a Guanzhong accent couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this. The truth is really such a truth. What kind of people are Zhang Sanfeng and Ba Siba? They have almost become immortals and Buddhas. Who in the land of Guanzhong is worthy of these two people?
Fighting against each other?
He picked up the cup, took a deep sip into his mouth, and muttered angrily: "Who can stand side by side with the two of them? Shaolin Wudang is in front, and the Huashan School is also a Taoist sect, a martial arts that is praised by everyone in the world.
The big faction should send out people to participate in this battle."
"This is not about dividing the territory to win. This battle is about Buddhism and Taoism, and the destiny of the martial arts in the Central Plains!"
An old man dressed as a businessman gently stroked his long beard and took over the conversation: "The Huashan Sect is very famous, but there are only a few masters in the sect. Who dares to put this important task on them?!"
"well said!"
There were three people sitting on the table next to it, two men and one woman. The leader picked up the wine glass and said with a smile: "The word "master" cannot be more appropriate. It should make it clear!"
This is a middle-aged man with a clear mind and bones. He picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. He seemed to be the enemy of the Huashan Sect.
"Bah, Xian Yutong, the leader of the Huashan Sect, is known as the God of Jizi in the world, and his iron fan is powerful in the world. Everyone in the world doesn't know about it. How can you say it at will?" The man with the Guanzhong accent said angrily.
"With a clever plan, I lost to Wudang Sect Mo Li's sword. If I remember correctly, among us in the world, those with high martial arts skills should be called masters, not some clever plan." The middle-aged man said with a sarcastic tone.
Although Xian Yutong is a first-rate master, he is not famous for his martial arts. It is known all over the world that he is a man of scheming and knows no tricks, so he is nicknamed a divine machine.
And his most well-known achievement today is when he met the fledgling Mo Li on Wudang Mountain two years ago, and his hair was cut off by his sword. He was in a state of embarrassment. He was the first famous master to be defeated by Mo Li's sword.
, as Mo Li's name became more and more famous, he, the first master who was defeated by Mo Li's sword, was mentioned more and more.
The man with the Guanzhong accent was furious for a moment and slapped the table and said: "There are two Supreme Elders of the Huashan Sect. Their anti-Liangyi sword techniques are so varied that they have few opponents!"
"I remember that thirteen masters were defeated by Wudang Zhenwu's Seven Intercept Formation. There is a so-called anti-Liangyi sword technique, right?"
The middle-aged man said with a smile: "It's really interesting to bully a small number with a large number and still lose. This small number has no opponent!"
"you……"
The man with the Guanzhong accent was speechless and his face turned red with anger. Everyone laughed loudly when they saw this, but the local heroes obviously didn't look good.
No matter how bad the Huashan Sect is, at this moment, it is the face of Guanzhong after all!
Sitting next to the middle-aged man was a long-bearded man with an expressionless face. He looked at the reactions of everyone present, patted the middle-aged man's sleeves, and said: "Brother Hu, be careful what you say."
He speaks concisely and has an indifferent tone, which shows that he has an indifferent temperament.
The middle-aged man surnamed Hu smiled and said: "Brother Leng, what Hu said is the truth, and there is no exaggeration. Even if you are a disciple of the Huashan Sect in person, you have to admit it!"
"Fuck your motherfucker!"
Suddenly, a middle-aged Taoist at the table next to him stood up, walked up to the table with an angry face, and said, "If you dare to say another word, I will tell you that you will not be able to get out of this door!"
The middle-aged man named Hu raised his eyebrows and was about to speak when he suddenly saw a flash of silver light and a soft tinkling sound. He was startled and jumped back in a hurry, only to see the Taoist holding a long sword.
The sword was inserted into the sheath, and the three wine glasses on the table had been neatly cut in the middle, and the wine flowed all over the table!
Everyone present was shocked. With one strike of his sword, he cut three wine glasses in half. Such swordsmanship was truly amazing!
Suddenly someone recognized his identity and shouted: "He is Qing Lingzi of Huashan Sect!"
The heroes present all had expressions of astonishment on their faces. No wonder they have such swordsmanship. No wonder they are looking for trouble for others. It turns out they are disciples of the Huashan Sect!
"What if this sword were replaced by your head?!" Qing Lingzi asked in a bad tone.
How difficult would it be to cut off a person's head with such a fast sword?
The middle-aged man named Hu had a look of fear on his face, obviously a little scared, but the woman and the cold-faced man next to him both had unpleasant expressions on their faces.
The cold-faced man did not speak, but raised his hand and slapped the table. Immediately, the six porcelain cups that had fallen on the table jumped up and closed together tightly. If there were not still drinks flowing on the table, no one would have seen it.
Unexpectedly, these are three cut wine glasses!
Everyone present stared at this scene with wide eyes. This hand was undoubtedly much better than that sharp sword.
It is not difficult to shake the wine glasses off the table, but to make them fit together perfectly without any damage, it requires extremely deep internal strength and strong control. This cold-faced man is undoubtedly a master!
"No harm, please get out of the way." The cold-faced man said.
Qing Lingzi glanced at the cold-faced man with great fear, took a few steps back with an ugly expression, and sat back in his seat.
"Walk!"
The cold-faced man was obviously the leader. He gave the order, and the man and woman immediately stood up and walked out. However, as soon as the three of them walked to the door, they heard a thud. Qing Lingzi, who had just returned to his seat, suddenly
Then he fell to the ground, his lips were black and purple, he was foaming at the mouth, and his whole body was twitching!
"poisonous!"
"Get out of the way!"
…
All the heroes around him were so frightened that they ran away. The poison was no better than other things. If it affected them, they would not be able to cry!
The woman among the three looked back with a proud smile on her lips.
"You three, please stay!"
On the second floor, someone suddenly shouted loudly, and his voice was so powerful that it actually overwhelmed the noisy sound in the hall. It was obvious that he was a master with profound inner cultivation.
However, the two men and one woman continued to walk straight out.
call out!
An extremely harsh sound broke through the air, and with a clang, it hit the ground a few feet in front of the three of them.
It was a white porcelain wine glass. At this moment, it was completely embedded in the masonry without any damage.
When everyone saw this scene, they were even more shocked. This move was much more powerful than the cold-faced man's method of closing the cup just now.
The wine glass is so fragile, but it was embedded into the masonry of the ground without any damage, which shows that the person who took it has a high level of internal strength!
The three of them paused and looked back at the person who made the move, only to see a short old man in his fifties standing next to the table leaning against the railing on the second floor, looking at them with bright eyes.
There seemed to be two figures beside the short old man, but the curtains blocked his view, making it difficult to see clearly.
"You three, I've offended you, please leave the antidote!" the short old man shouted.
Although his figure is inconspicuous, his voice is very loud, and his voice is filled with true energy, which rolls out in all directions, making him extremely powerful.
"That's Huashan Sect Supreme Elder Yue Gang!"
"I didn't expect him to be here too, what a coincidence!"
…
Someone who recognized the identity of the short old man whispered, and everyone was stunned. He turned out to be the Supreme Elder of the Huashan Sect. No wonder he has such martial arts!
The three people obviously heard everyone's whispers. The cold-faced man frowned, and the expressions of the remaining man and woman changed drastically.
The shadow of the famous tree, don't look at the words they just said to look down on the Huashan Sect. However, no matter how low the Huashan Sect is, it is still a powerful force with several first-class masters in the sect, and has been passed down for more than a hundred years.
Although the two supreme elders of the sect were once defeated by the Wudang Sect’s Zhenwu Qijie Formation, they are still great figures that ordinary people in the world can only hope to achieve!
"Antidote?"
The woman suddenly smiled. She seemed to be quite young, but she had slender eyebrows, a pink face, and a pretty face. Her smile was even more charming, and she was a bit more enchanting and charming than the girl.
She said: "My poison has never had an antidote."
"If you don't leave the antidote, I'm afraid I won't be able to let the three of you out of this house!" the short elder said in a threatening tone.
The other party said in public that he was not a member of the Huashan sect, but it was just a chat in the tavern. He relied on his status and was too lazy to care. However, because of a little quarrel, he poisoned and assassinated him, and the person who was harmed was the best in his sect. He just didn't want to bully the small.
He also had to take action.
Seeing the growing tension between the two parties, all the powerful people present became interested. Didn't these people go all the way to Guanzhong just to watch the excitement?
The big bustle on Huashan Mountain has not started yet, so it would be good to watch a small bustle first.
"Walk!"
The cold-faced man's expression remained unchanged. After saying this word, he was about to walk out.
A man and a woman behind him followed closely, ignoring what Yue Gang said!
"How brave!"
How could Yue Gang endure this? He shouted sharply, and heard a burst of sound breaking through the air. His figure swayed and fell to the ground, just in front of the three of them!
"Hand over the antidote!" Yue Gang shouted again.
The cold-faced man looked at him, then looked back at the middle-aged man and woman behind him, but saw that the middle-aged man was also looking at the woman. The woman gritted her teeth, looked at her with a very stubborn look and shook her head.
.
"She said she wouldn't pay, so she didn't!" said the middle-aged man.
The cold-faced man nodded, stretched out a palm toward Yue Gang, and said, "Please!"
This means using force.
Although Yue Gang was short, he had a bad temper. He couldn't stand it anymore after hearing this. He snorted coldly, pulled out his long knife, and struck the cold-faced man in the head with one blow!
The light of the sword is like lightning, like a snow-white horse. It is very beautiful. However, the person is a famous first-class master in the world, but this beautiful appearance contains a different kind of fierce murderous intention. The sword is fierce and the wind is blowing in the face.
It gives people a vague feeling of being incomparable!
The Liangyi Sword Technique of the Huashan School is truly well-deserved!
Seeing this sword, the heroes all praised in their hearts, and the cold-faced man also looked much more solemn. He stepped lightly on his feet for a few steps, and while his figure swayed, he calmly dodged aside. At the same time, he stretched his palm forward, and when he couldn't make a move,
He had already passed through the gap of the sword light and reached straight for the opponent's arm. He clearly wanted to use a pair of fleshy palms to use his bare hands to cut the opponent's arm!
When used, this series of moves are like flowing clouds and flowing water, with graceful postures and extremely good-looking. Needless to say, everyone knows that this cold-faced man is also a master of martial arts.
But the more this happens, the more excited they become.
What we are watching is the duel between experts, otherwise what fun would it be?!
You want to take my knife!
Yue Gang took half a step back, just in time to avoid the opponent's palms. The expression on his face remained unchanged, but his heart was actually filled with rage!
Over the years since his debut, he has encountered many powerful enemies. Even if he was defeated, the sword in his hand would never leave his body. This guy clearly looked down on him!
As soon as he thought of this, Yue Gang no longer held back his hand. He shook the long sword, and the light of the sword rolled, brilliant and dazzling, just like a solitary peak standing in the world, steep and straight, revealing its murderous intent!
The cold-faced man still did not retract his palms, and was stirred between the sword light, as if he had practiced some outer sect skills, and was not afraid of the blade, and was determined to seize the opponent's long sword!
Dang Dang!
The long knife struck the person's palm. Instead of bleeding, there was a sound of gold and iron clashing.
The short old man only felt that the blade was inexplicably hard where it touched, and he couldn't help being shocked. The sword slowed down by three points. At this time, the cold-faced man waved his hand, and only heard the sound of "咻咻咻" piercing the air. At three o'clock
The silver light shot towards the short old man's flaw!
careful!
Everyone watching the battle was frightened. Although the two of them fought only three moves and two moves, their moves were dangerous, especially this wave of hidden weapons. Anyone with some knowledge could see that they were chasing the short old man's flaw.
, he most likely won’t be able to take it!
However, the opponent was Lao Jianghu after all. At such a critical juncture, the Huashan sect's supreme elder did not care about his face at all. He was so short that he rolled around like a lazy donkey, but he managed to dodge all three hidden weapons!
Tuk-tuk-tuk!
The three dots of silver light were nailed to the wooden table. Yue Gang stood up awkwardly and took a closer look. He saw three small rotten silver pens, glowing silvery white under the candlelight.
His heart moved, and he recognized the identity of the other party, and couldn't help but said: "Okay, it turns out that Leng Qian, the leader of the five demon sect members, has arrived, and I said who has the courage to run wild in my Huashan territory!"
The five scattered members of the Demon Sect, the cold-faced Mr. Leng Qian!
The heroes couldn't help but burst into an uproar. The masters of Mingjiao were famous in the world!
Mr. Leng Qian, the cold-faced man, is the leader of the Wusan people. He is a man of few words and has a cold temperament. The rotten silver pen is his weapon of fame!
Yue Gang knew clearly in his heart that when he hit the opponent's palm, it must have been blocked by the small rotten silver pen hidden in his palm, so he couldn't accomplish the feat!
"Please get out of the way." Leng Qian said in a calm tone.
Yue Gang frowned and said: "If you were not a member of the Demon Cult and left the antidote, I could let you go today, but now, I have to avenge my nephew Baiyuan!"
Huashan Sect's Bai Yuan has always been considered by the Huashan Sect to have died at the hands of the Ming Cult. Bai Yuan is the most outstanding contemporary disciple of the Huashan Sect, and he was supposed to succeed the leader!
If just now, Yue Gang had the intention of leaving a few people alive and forcing them to hand over the antidote, this time he acted with murderous intent!
When the Huashan School's Liangyi Sword Technique is deployed, the yin and yang rotate, the strength and softness are combined, the sword's light is erratic, and the moves are directed at the vital point. The sword's power is mysterious, its trajectory is unpredictable, and it is extremely sharp!
Leng Qian's palm was like a butterfly piercing a flower, constantly flying through the light of the sword. The small silver pen in his hand collided with the long knife from time to time, making a crisp sound. From time to time, he would look at the gap and throw the small pen out, trying to defeat the enemy.
It's just that although his hidden weapon is mysterious and his palm skills cannot be underestimated, when the Liangyi sword technique is deployed, the sword power becomes one and becomes larger as the fierce battle lasts longer. Leng Qian is gradually suppressed by the light of the sword in a small space.
In the circle, the space for display is getting smaller and smaller.
Anyone can understand that the defeat of this Mingjiao Wusanren is just a matter of time!
However, at this moment, a burst of wild laughter suddenly came from outside, and people laughed and cursed: "Old man from Huashan, you are so shameless when you bully the young with your old age!"
Hearing that voice, the middle-aged man and woman both looked happy, and even Leng Qian's cold face showed a bit of relief.
Yue Gang was startled, knowing that the other party had come to help, but the steel knife in his hand was strengthened by another three points, hoping to seize the opportunity to capture Leng Qian first!
Whoosh!
Suddenly, several sounds broke through the air, and strong winds roared, striking directly at the vital points on the back of the short old man. The short old man had no choice but to wave his sword to defend. However, at this moment, the sword force relaxed, and Leng Qian suddenly jumped out.
!
The strong wind hit the steel knife and was immediately cut off by the blade. It fell to the ground. It turned out to be a pair of bamboo chopsticks.
Yue Gang looked solemnly and looked towards the direction where the chopsticks were fired. He saw a middle-aged man with a slender figure and a frivolous face coming in outside the door. He looked at everyone in the audience and smiled at Yue Gang: "That's right.
You old man is unwilling to let us go and wants our lives? Zhou Dian is here now. If you want to kill us, just come and try!"
His face was full of sarcasm and his arrogance was extremely arrogant, but he relied on the strength of his party to bully Yue Gang and dared not take action!
Yue Gang clenched the long knife in his hand, and he was so angry that he wanted to draw the knife and chop it off, but in the end he did not do it.
Zhou Dian, one of the five disciples of Mingjiao, is much more famous than Leng Qian.
Just because of his arrogant words and deeds, his bad mouth has offended many powerful people in the world, and he is cruel by nature and kills people like crazy, so he is quite feared by people in the world!
It is already difficult for Yue Gang to win with Leng Qian. If the two join forces, he has no chance of winning!
"Old man, let me ask you this, Zhou, with this broken knife in your hand, will we be able to walk or not?!" Zhou Dian shouted wildly.
Yue Gang's face turned red, but he could only hold it back. Suddenly, he cupped his hands toward the second floor and said, "Please ask my nephew to uphold justice!"
"Hey, among the younger disciples of the Huashan Sect, are there any with higher martial arts skills than your old man?!"
Zhou Dianhun said nonchalantly: "Zhou would like to see who dares to interfere with my Mingjiao's business!"
"Yeah?"
Suddenly a clear voice came from the second floor, laughing and saying: "Even I can't control it?"
It’s not surprising that this sound fell in the ears of others, but when it fell in Zhou Dian’s ears, he suddenly froze on the spot!
In his mind, he suddenly recalled the scene of humiliation on Zhongnan Mountain. The figure of that young man could not help but tremble, and he said in a trembling voice: