I thought this was the end of the matter.

But after the Zhenghua Taoist went down the mountain, from the next day, there were constantly Taoist disciples going up the mountain to fight with Qinghe Zhenren in the name of learning.

None of them challenged, only Qinghe Zhenren.

This is already a violation of the rules, but under the deliberate exaggeration of the Zhenghua Daoist, the reputation of Guigu Cave can no longer be stinky.

No one cares if it's breaking the rules of the Dao or not.

Yu Jingzhou only remembered that wave after wave of Daomen disciples came to Guigu Cave like locusts.

Meeting is a challenge, and opening and closing your mouth is an old thing, with no respect at all.

Li Yunshu is dead.

The self-killing sword was a gift from the Zhenghua Daoist people after her swordsmanship was a masterpiece of her swordsmanship and shined at a Daomen event.

The blade is narrow and thin, and the lines are beautiful, like Li Yunshu when he was young.

On the blade of the sword, stained with blood.

That night, Fa Chu kept crying, which attracted the three masters and apprentices of Qinghe Zhenren.

Qinghe Zhenren picked up Fa Chu, who didn't know why he was crying, and patted it gently, with a rare look of anger in his old eyes.

"Look at this child, there are many Taoist fates. ”

He said this softly, looking at Li Yunshu, who could see a bit of elegance even if he died, he closed his eyes silently.

It is rumored that Yu Jingzhou forced Li Yunshu to death.

It is rumored that later, the Guigu Cave was gradually demonized.

The three masters and apprentices of Qinghe Zhenren played with Li Yunshu, and Li Yunshu was humiliated and forced to death.

Fa Chu grew up day by day, and his childhood was happy.

There are two masters, and one master spoils him.

But it's also very strict in learning, you can't learn, and when you're scolded, you'll always cry secretly.

Every time a person secretly cried, there was always a lark that flew and landed on his shoulder, pecking at his tears.

He became good friends with larks.

In the blink of an eye, he was five years old.

That year, the master passed away.

Before leaving, he touched Fa Chu's little head, who had been crying, and said to him: "In the future, you must study the Tao hard, don't let your master and uncle urge you, the master is tired, you have to sleep for a while." ”

I slept and never opened my eyes again.

Also that year.

After the master's posthumous affairs were completed, he felt that the master's whole person seemed to have changed.

Although he is still silent, the whole person is like a sword out of the sheath, with a sharp edge.

That night, little Fa Chu missed his master, couldn't sleep crying, and secretly ran out, wanting to go to his master's room to see if he would suddenly appear.

But I heard the conversation between Uncle Shi and Uncle Shi in the courtyard.

"I'll go down tomorrow. ”

"I'll go. ”

"I'll go!"

Yu Jingzhou said in a calm tone: "I have already carried too much infamy, and I don't care about more." When the master was there, I didn't go, and now that the master is gone, I have nothing to care about. ”

Jingtong asked, "What should I do at the beginning of the law?"

"He stayed, two years, gave me two years, and after two years, I didn't die, and I came back. ”

Yu Jingzhou stood in the courtyard, looking at the full moon, calm, calm, but angry.

The next day, Yu Jingzhou knelt in the main hall, looking at the statue of the ancestor and the tablet of the master, with tears in his eyes, but not a drop came out.

"The one hundred and seventy-sixth generation disciple of Guigu Cave, Jingzhou, has been removed from the Daomen today. ”

"Master Zu forgives sins, master...... Forgiveness!"

He kowtowed three times to the grandfather, and then kowtowed three times to the master's tablet.

Then he took off his robe, took off the lotus leaf scarf, took off his Shifang shoes and cloud socks, and walked out of the ancestral hall barefoot.

He looked at Fa Chu, who was standing outside the door, and had grown to the base of his thighs, looking at him with ignorant eyes.

"At the beginning of the Fa, two years later, the master came back, and in the past two years, follow the master and uncle to cultivate the Tao well, don't be lazy. ”

Fa Chu nodded inexplicably, he only felt that the master seemed to be leaving him.

It seems that it will be away for a long time.

That goodbye is two years.

In just two months, Yu Jingzhou climbed three mountain gates in a row.

There are three generations of Taoist masters and apprentices, who were skewered by Yu Jingzhou.

After five years, Yu Jingzhou's name once again spread throughout most of the Daomen.

It's just that this time is different from the last time.

This time, Yu Jingzhou came with hatred.

The twenty-seven Taoist temples that came to Guigu Cave fell into the well.

Yu Jingzhou was alone, with a sword, and climbed the mountain one by one, without any defeat.

Nearly 200 Taoist priests were abolished in his hands.

More than ten Taoist temples, for more than ten years, silenced in the market.

Some people called Yu Jingzhou a demonic way, and united with other Taoist temples to try to eradicate it.

But no one answered.

The Taoist temple that did not respond at the beginning will naturally not respond at this moment.

Yu Jingzhou's last stop is the Qingcheng Mountain Changdao Temple.

At this moment, he has countless dark diseases, but he is the pinnacle of his state.

He stood at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, and his voice passed through the bushes and trees, waking up the disciples of Qingcheng Mountain who were taking a lunch break.

"Scattered repair Yu Jingzhou, come to the door to fight!"

In that battle, eleven disciples of Qingcheng Mountain were beheaded by swords and abolished their cultivation.

One person comes, one person is wasted.

Yu Jingzhou is like a demon god, no one can stop him.

When the other disciples saw this scene, they dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

An elder shouted: "Yu Jingzhou, do you dare to fight me?"

Yu Jingzhou just said coldly: "Why am I fighting with you?"

Then he kicked the disciples under his feet, and the long sword slowly swam over the rest of the disciples, and the disciples who were swept by the tip of his sword were all shocked and angry.

Daoist Zhenghua knew that he was forcing himself to make a move.

"Yu Jingzhou, you and I will learn from each other, until the point is reached, whether you win or lose, you will go down the mountain. ”

Zhenghua Dao Chang said.

Yu Jingzhou said: "Okay, no matter if you win or lose, I will definitely go down the mountain." However, there is no point in the end. When the battle is fought, life and death are divided. If you're afraid, swallow back what you just said. ”

Daoist Zhenghua didn't speak, took the long sword from his disciple's hand, walked into the entrance, and said with his fists clenched: "Please give advice." ”

That battle was the most solemn scene that the disciples of Qingcheng Mountain had ever seen in their lives.

Autumn yellow leaves fall from the trees and drift in with the breeze.

Where Yu Jingzhou encloses the ground, the fallen leaves can't get close to half a minute.

Daoist Zhenghua treated it cautiously, but he was still defeated by him.

"Poof!"

Yu Jingzhou pierced his wrist with a sword, and blood splattered half a meter.

The sharp blade of the sword passed through a few fallen leaves and pressed against the throat of the chief of Zhenghua Dao.

The sword qi broke through the sword, but it still cut his throat, and a trace of blood was revealed.

"Stop!"

"Don't be presumptuous!"

The brothers of Zhenghua Daoist shouted.

Yu Jingzhou didn't seem to hear it, he looked at Daoist Zhenghua, and the hand holding the sword almost crushed the hilt.

The abbot, who had never spoken, said: "Jingzhou Daoist, keep people under the sword." ”

"Huh!"

Yu Jingzhou put away his sword and stood, swept over the Taoist priests present at a glance, turned around and walked out.

When he left the gate of the Changdao Temple, he suddenly stopped again, turned around and raised his hand, and the narrow and delicate sword in his hand, which was already covered with wind and frost, was half submerged into a boulder outside the Taoist Temple.

The blade of the sword did not enter, but the boulder did not have the slightest crack.

All the disciples followed out, and when they saw this scene, they were all shocked and didn't know what to say.

"I want you Li Zhenghua to take a look at this sword every day, I want you Li Zhenghua to open your eyes and see how many people you hurt when you so-called cleaning up the portal!"

"I want you Li Zhenghua to spend the rest of your life in repentance, I want you Li Zhenghua to be a sinner like me!"

"This sword, who dares to pull it out, I, Yu Jingzhou, want you to Changdao Temple rubble does not exist!"

Yu Jingzhou's voice echoed in the ears of every disciple.

They looked at the Taoist priest who had left in the noon sun, who was over half a hundred years old, but was still as unstoppable as a sheathed sword.

That figure, they will never forget for the rest of their lives.