After accepting Liu Mengli, Xuanyue stayed in Shouyang City for a few days, during which she passed on some basic breathing exercises to Liu Mengli, and then, in the admiring eyes of everyone in Liufu, she turned into a green rainbow and left. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The white clothes are chic, elegant and fairy, this is the image that Xuanyue left in the minds of everyone in Liufu.

However, at this moment, he is far from being as relaxed as he seems.

Wangshu Xi and the Twin Sword Hosts both fell into a backlash, the Sect Lian Elder was seriously injured and difficult to treat, Qionghua's internal hearts fluctuated, and his own wavering of Qionghua's concept of Qionghua's ascension plan was still ...... The last sudden abnormality when the master was too innocent to ascend.

Wrapped in the cyan sword light, the various pressures that lingered in his heart made Xuan Yue's brows furrow slightly.

However, just as the sword light flew over a mountain forest, Xuan Yue's brows, which had been frowning, were slightly relaxed, and there was a slight look of surprise in his eyes.

"Here...... Shuzhong Jiannan Dao?"

As if attracted by something, the cyan light flashed, and Xuan Yue pressed the sword light and disappeared into a mountain forest.

A few minutes ago, in the midst of this mountain forest, there was a common battle between the rivers and lakes.

It's just that the two sides of the fight are a little peculiar.

A carriage overturned to the ground, the reins that controlled the horses were disconnected, and the horses were long gone, one side of the wheel of the carriage was gone, and the other side was still slowly spinning.

"Child, my child, don't hurt my child!"

A young woman, dressed in a splendid satin garment, poked her head out of the carriage with a red and swollen forehead, her face covered with tears, and her cry was heartbreaking.

On the other side of the carriage was a sturdy man in a black suit. It's just that his current appearance is full of embarrassment, not only is his pure black power suit stained with mud, but the clothes behind him are even half torn, and the exposed back is a blur of flesh and blood.

But even so, he gritted his teeth and stood beside the young woman's carriage, his eyes fixed on the bandits who had surrounded them.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect to be so lucky today, and I caught a big fat sheep for the first time. ”

A big man in black with a fierce face laughed, holding a ghost-headed knife in one hand and a little boy who was only five or six years old and crying loudly in the other.

"Little guys, kill that waste minion and take this beautiful little girl back to the cottage for me. ”

With a look of greed in his eyes, the black-clothed man pointed at the ghostly knife in his hand and gave an order to his subordinates.

"Yo ho~"

A group of chaotic thieves started to make a noise, and their mouths kept screaming, and they rushed towards the master and servant beside the carriage.

"Don't hurt my wife!"

The sturdy man let out a loud roar from his mouth, his eyes were slightly red, and he clenched his fists and pounced on the bandit in front of him.

The few people in front of the bandit team first came into contact with the man, but before the blade in their hands could exert its due power, a thin bandit was suddenly punched out by the man in black, and under the explosion of strength, he directly repelled a foot away, crashed into the body of another person behind him, and then both rolled to the ground, moaning and screaming in pain.

When the bandits saw this, they were startled by the terrifying power that this man suddenly burst out and froze in place.

'Whew~'

The sturdy man withdrew the iron fist he had just struck, his fists clenched, his eyes full of fear of death, and stared at the bandits.

The thieves were taken by his eyes, and when they saw the groaning and miserable appearance of the two companions on the ground, their hearts suddenly burst out, and their original arrogance subsided, and even had the slightest retreat.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a white robe walked out of the bandit team, playing the role of a dog-headed military advisor and shouting.

"Don't be afraid, this guy has injuries on his body, and he will soon be unable to hold on! Everyone is shoulder to shoulder, whoever goes to the head of this guy first will be rewarded by the big boss!"

A slightly shrill voice sounded, and all the thieves looked towards the man, and sure enough, they saw the obvious blood stains under him, as well as the miserable situation of the blurred flesh and blood behind him.

There was the temptation of a heavy reward in the front, and the invisible oppression of the thief boss in the back, and in an instant everyone became active again.

"Kill!"

With the shouts of the first man, everyone rushed forward again.

"Ahh

The man roared angrily, doing everything he could to protect the woman behind him.

Every punch will make a bandit spit blood, and every kick can make a person lose their combat effectiveness.

However, two fists were no match for four hands, and the sheer number of enemies combined with the aggravation of his own injuries led to the last punch, and after the last punch, he was hit in the back of the head by an iron rod in the hands of a bandit, and fell to the ground, his body shaking.

"Hahaha, this guy was hit by me hahahaha!"

An ugly-looking dysentery let out a smug laugh, and the iron rod in his hand was raised again, wanting to kill the man directly.

"Ah Kuan!"

Seeing this, the beautiful woman in the back cried even more poignantly.

However, this voice in the ears of the bandits aroused their excitement even more.

"I'm coming!"

"Let me do it one last time!"

"Nonsense!

As soon as you said a word, one by one in order to fight for the ownership of this final blow, they began to argue, and they actually started to guess the boxing.

Not far away, the bandit master on his horse let out a hearty laugh when he saw this, as if he was happy with such a scene.

All of a sudden, the shouting and laughing, the arguing of the bandits, the cries of beautiful women, and the cries of children mingled, and the scene became chaotic for a while.

"Haha I won, let me do this last time!"

The dysentery head with the iron rod in his hand let out a cry of excitement, and the man with the iron rod was about to knock down on the ground.

The bandits were indignant, and they all snorted coldly and pretended to be overdone, unwilling to look at the smug look on his face again.

The beautiful woman let out a cry of grief, but she fell down and wept bitterly.

The bandit boss grinned, carrying the ghost-headed broadsword on his shoulder, his eyes full of perverted pleasure, and seemed to be full of anticipation for what was going to happen next.

Then, in the ears of the people, the screams of dysentery were heard.

"Die ......"

'Bell~'

The crisp sound of iron falling sounded, drawing everyone's attention back in an instant.

"It's ......"

In the eerie silence, the dysentery's body slowly fell backwards, splashing dust.

And around his neck, there is an emerald green bamboo chopstick.

Just when everyone was shocked by this scene, in a bamboo forest not far away, a chanting and singing came into the ears of everyone in the audience.

"Cuizhu makes chopsticks and lotus as a bowl, and drinks Jiannan jade elixir

Singing during the day must be indulged in alcohol, full of wine and food ~ burp ~ when killing"

Everyone looked sideways and saw that in the bamboo forest, on top of a slender green bamboo, there was a Confucian in white lying obliquely, who was drinking the last drop of wine from the jade pot in his hand at this moment, and was slowly raising his head, burping with drunken eyes, looking at them with a smile on his face, and there was a little wine stain on his beautiful beard.

Just when everyone was surprised how the small green bamboo could withstand such a large person, a voice full of horror suddenly sounded.

"That, that bamboo chopstick!"

A bandit in a short gray suit pointed at the white-clothed Confucian on top of the green bamboo, his face full of fear.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, but they saw an emerald green bamboo chopstick in the hand of the white-clothed Confucian student. And this bamboo chopsticks are exactly the same as those stuck in the throat of the dysentery head.

He ...... He's a ......."

One of the tall and stout thieves seemed to remember something, and his mouth was just about to speak, but he suddenly stopped, and an identical emerald green bamboo chopstick was stuck in his throat.

'Boom~'

His tall body fell straight backwards, his body was still twitching slightly, red blood was constantly spilling from his mouth, the color in his eyes gradually disappeared, and his pupils were all dilated.

Silence, deathly silence.

Including the bandit boss with a relaxed and happy face, everyone's eyes were filled with deep fear.

"Run!"

I don't know who let out a scream, and the thieves suddenly fell into chaos and fled, which made the man in black and the beautiful woman who had recovered slightly stunned on the spot, not understanding what was happening at all.

And at that moment, the singing voice sounded again.

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming"

As soon as the voice started, a bandit who had been running for his life suddenly froze in place.

The next moment, the figure of the white-clothed Confucian appeared behind him, holding a bright long sword in his right hand and a wine gourd in his left hand that he didn't know where to find.

The wind blew his white clothes into a hunting sound.

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, sassy like a meteor"

In a moment, the white-clothed figure kept changing directions, the long sword in his hand danced together, and the dazzling silver light kept flickering. Different positions around the bandits appeared one after another, and each time they appeared, the figure of the bandit would stop in place, motionless like a sculpture.

When the thieves saw this, the fear in their eyes was even worse, and they let out screams of horror one after another, and scattered with their hands and feet.

"It's not good, those bandits are so cunning and want to scatter and escape!"

The man in black just wanted to stand up and help together, but he felt that his body was firmly restricted by a force, and he couldn't use any of his strength, so he could only rest honestly on his stomach.

"It's ......"

The man in black raised his head sharply and looked at the white-clothed figure that was flowing like a fairy.

But he saw the white-clothed Confucian slightly curled the corners of his mouth, raised his head sharply, and drank all the wine in the wine gourd, regardless of the precious wine that overflowed everywhere to wet his beard and clothes.

"Haha~"

With a hearty long laugh, the wine gourd fell to the ground, and the wind blew the white clothes.

The next moment, the song resumed.

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. ”

The rich silver-white soft light seems to blend into every trace of breeze, enveloping all the kilometers in a radius, blowing lightly, moisturizing things silently.

All the fleeing bandits stopped their current movements, and stood still like sculptures.

The wind rises, and the sword moves.

The wind stops, and the sword stops.

Time seems to stand still, and the silvery white soft light flows slowly in every space within a kilometer, exuding a moving charm.

The next moment, the breeze rose again, and the silver-white soft light slowly dissipated.

"Snort~"

The continuous sound of air jets suddenly remembered, waking up the beautiful woman and the man in black at the same time. After seeing the situation around him, his eyes were full of horror.

Blood! It's all blood!

The bandits who were frozen just now spewed out a blood mist from their throats at the same time, and the rich blood red color suddenly filled the entire space, and in this strange and death-intertwined blood mist spectacle, all the bandits' bodies trembled at the same time, and they fell behind them in unison.

"Ah~"

The beautiful woman clashed her head and let out a scream of fear.

The man in black on the side looked in the direction where the Confucian in white was, but his face was full of shock.

"Eun Gong, Eun Gong is gone. ”

Just as he was looking around for the figure of the white-clothed Confucian student, he only heard the familiar singing.

"After the incident, I will go to the clothes, and hide my merit and fame. ”

In the voice, there is still a half-dreaming and half-awake state in that slightly drunk state.

……

The next moment, the blood mist cleared, and all that was left in their eyes was the blood and corpses on the ground.

Then, in a place where they could not perceive, a blue light flashed and galloped away in the direction from which the song had come.

Jiannan Road, on the plank road, the white-clothed Confucian carries a long sword at his waist, occasionally sings and whispers, occasionally picks flowers and smells the fragrance, and his face is full of leisure.

At this moment, a clear voice suddenly came from the air behind him.

"Fellow Daoist and slow. ”

The white-clothed Confucian was slightly stunned and turned around.

I saw a flash of blue light in front of me, and a young Taoist wearing a blue and white robe appeared, who was smiling and saluting him, it was Qionghua Xuanyue.

"Fellow Daoists have followed me all the way here, but what advice do you have? ”

The white-clothed Confucian smiled slightly, but his eyes were full of openness, and he didn't feel the slightest unhappiness because of Xuanyue's follow-up all the way.

Xuan Yue was stunned when she heard this, but she also smiled.

"Since Daoyou has already noticed it, then I won't sell it in the future. ”

Xuan Yue smiled and saluted.

"I began to follow when I was a thief with a bloody blade from a Taoist friend, and I saw a Taoist friend acting chivalrous and righteous along the way, drunk and singing, and everything was sent and received from the heart. Whether you drink and kill, or rush to enjoy the flowers, you are all smiling. ”

Speaking of this, his face was full of seriousness.

These are completely different from the teachings of the teachers I have received since childhood, but they are faintly in line with the avenue. So in the next step, I would like to ask Daoyou, who is Daoyou, what kind of sect is Daoyou, and how did you achieve such a state of mind?"

After speaking, Xuan Yue bowed deeply, full of sincerity.

However, after listening to what he said, the white-clothed Confucian suddenly laughed with a serious look, neither explaining the reason nor making fun of him, just kept smiling his beard.

Until Xuan Yue's eyes were full of doubts, she didn't stop, but shook her head slightly and turned around and left.

The white light flashed, and the figure disappeared.

"Daoyou?"

Xuan Yue was shocked, and just wanted to catch up, but was stopped by a sudden word.

"In the next one, there is only a casual cultivation, there is no door and no faction, and even the cultivation of a body is inexplicably obtained in poetry, writing, sword and wine, and it is impossible to count. If you talk about the state of mind, it's just a few words. ”

Xuan Yue just wanted to ask again, but when she heard the latter sentence, she stayed where she was.

"When you are drunk, you talk about killing people, and when you wake up, you break flowers and smell the fragrance

Indifferent to the cold eyes of the world, only my own heart exists"