It's dark.

Wan Feibai, who had been talking with Mu Daoji for a long time, heard the cuckoo sound coming from outside the door, and said to Mu Daoji that it was getting late and a little tired, and Mu Daoji didn't dare to stay any longer, so he got out.

He and Bai Qianqian came to the edge of the Huangsha River, and the two of them finally chose to hide under a big tree far away from the river.

The young male and female swordsmen were already standing on one side, and on the other side, two people were sitting on one side and drinking each other, it was the Luotuo swordsman and the tall Confucian scholar.

I heard the tall Confucian laugh after taking a sip of wine, you Oriental Sword Saint really don't waste your reputation, you dare to take responsibility for the wrong things you have done, you are a man, but since you have repented, we will be spared this battle, right?

When I heard it, I shouted, I went astray, in order to achieve the first place in the world of sword spirit, I injured your junior brother by mistake, although he was lucky to save his life, but he also suffered for a few years, you promised me that as long as I found a way to cure his leg, he promised to fight with me, as one of the five saints in the world, Chang Zhichun could not speak back.

As soon as these words came out, Wan Feibai and the others who were hiding in one place were really surprised, as early as when the tall Confucian mentioned the Oriental Sword Saint, the two of them were already shocked, but they didn't expect that Luo Tuo Hanzi turned out to be the second person in the way of the sword.

But before the surprise was over, the second thunderbolt blasted again.

Chang Zhichun, one of the five saints, is on a par with the old man Xuanjing and others, which shows the high level of martial arts, and this person doesn't look too old, so it's not an exaggeration to say that he is talented.

It's just that this person is said to live in the capital all the year round, and he is a scholar who has been repeatedly invited by the emperor of the ancient Qin Empire, and his knowledge is as unfathomable as his cultivation.

At this moment, in this stormy crossing, this Huangsha River, the two people who originally just came to see the excitement suddenly met the masters in this world, and there was more than one, that is, they were as stable as the two of them, and their hearts were beating non-stop at the moment.

Okay, then let's have a discussion, Chang Zhichun's voice was gentle, and his every move revealed a kind of elegance, the Confucian white coat was blown by the wind, which made him look like a martial artist, but an elegant bachelor.

It's just that we are too lonely in this way, and there are fellow disciples around the Sword Saint to help, why don't I also invite two little friends to join in the fun?

Sword Saint Gu Changsheng naturally agreed.

"Come out!

This salutation shows that the two of them have been arrested, and it is also true that in front of such a cultivator, what enchantment, the secret realm will not be too effective.

Now that they were discovered, the two of them came out generously, and after greeting Chang Zhichun, they saluted Gu Changsheng.

The Sword Saint glanced at them and didn't make a sound, but the Chang Saint was very kind, why should you two hide and hide, if you want to see it, it is not advisable to act like this, and it is not a gentleman's demeanor!

The two said they were taught.

Saints, please. Gu Changsheng didn't want to listen to their ramblings, his world only had swordsmanship, and there were only strong people.

Chang Zhichun smiled gently. Then please!

To that station, with a smile on his face, his temperament is dusty, like a fairy.

The two of them stood quietly like that, as if they were humble, and like a test of endurance.

After a moment of silence, the Juggernaut moved, and he picked up his unadorned and quaint sword, and at this exciting moment, he did not struck his fingers on the sword as if he were caressing a lover, as he had expected.

He snapped his fingers, and the melodious sound of the sword body came out.

"Stroke the harp with a sword".

At this moment, Chang Zhichun was still smiling slightly, he stood in the wind, as if he was listening to fascination.

After that, the sound of the piano changed from slow to fast, and when it became noisy and cut, like a large handful of beads poured into the jade plate, Chang Shengren laughed, suddenly raised his sleeves, and saw him take out a large pen, brush a few times, and make poems in the air.

I saw that his strokes were sharp, and he seemed to be deaf to the sound of the piano, swaying freely, and after a while, he had finished writing in the sky.

"Away from the autumn color on the sycamore, to the dawn of the smoke cloud cold inkstone pond, the tent talks about the ancient road, the green mountains to the wine a few couplets. ”

Everyone only heard the sound of the piano becoming more and more urgent, and after Chang Shengren finished writing, he put away the pen, and the word glowed with golden light in the air, and every word was vigorous and powerful.

In an instant, the sound of the piano suddenly rose high, like a silver bottle bursting.

And the word, each word goes towards the rhythm of the piano, as if the word moves with the sound, dancing in the sound of the piano.

After that, the sound of the piano became more and more straight into the sky, like spring thunder rolling in the sea of clouds, and the word also flew up and down, spinning rapidly, but no matter how it rotated, the word was still a sentence.

This scene is truly beautiful and thrilling.

Gradually, the sound of the Sword Saint Qin was melodious, and a layer of fine sweat had appeared on his face.

Chang Shengren smiled slightly, and said softly: "Accept!"

I saw that the words suddenly disappeared. The sound of the piano came to an abrupt end!

Juggernaut doesn't use a sword, how can he be called a Juggernaut?

Oriental Daqi, the first way of the sword, is mainly based on sword cultivation, the meaning of the sword, such as flowing clouds and water, and all the other doors are high mountains.

Luotuo Hanzi, Sword Saint Gu Changsheng listened, thought deeply and said, I did get an axe in front of the Confucian Sage, I think you are a constant saint, not only can you use words, but also use qin, chess, calligraphy and painting as weapons, I often take you as an example, and I don't see sword practice in private, this piano is also I have practiced for many years, I thought I had obtained the essence, but I didn't expect that here, like an egg hitting a pebble, it was me who was abrupt.

This Oriental Sword Saint is really a character, his skills are not as natural as people say, he is not pretentious, and Wan Feibai has a good impression of him.

Juggernaut continued, It seems that I still have to use the sword, and only by using the sword can I have three points to win you.

So, I'm going to draw my sword.

The sound of the sword was silent.

When they saw Gu Changsheng sword out, Wan Feibai and Bai Qianqian knew what a sword soul was, even if it was like Bai Qianqian, she was a master of using a sword, in terms of speed and skills, it could be said that she was super first-class in the world, but at this moment, she found that she was missing something in sword practice, that is, "sword soul." ”

And the sword of the sword saint is restrained, back to the basics, the moment the sword is released, it can make people feel the unity of the human sword, even if the person is the sword, the sword has the soul of the person.

As soon as the sword came out, the momentum changed completely, and on the riverbank, it shook slightly, and the sword aura was majestic, and Wan Feibai and Bai Qianqian couldn't help but retreat a few feet.

The ground was stirred by the dust and smoke of the sword qi flew up, and the sword qi was like a sharp arrow shooting forward, the sword qi had not arrived, the sword qi had arrived, and the true qi of the Chang Sage sank, and he drew an arc with one foot, and slid lightly backwards, avoiding this strong sword qi, and then saw him take out an object from the air, and when the sword arrived, it was a book.

Gu Changsheng's sword is not only fast, but also the sword qi is endless, the breath is connected, and the road stretches as if there is no end, but the book that seems to be unable to withstand a trace of sword qi has the courage to meet it, and when he hears a bang, the book sword meets in the air.

The sword is not broken, the book is not broken.

The sword is out of his hand, and the book is in the air.

The two seem to be contending with internal strength again.

But it didn't last long, because Gu Jiansheng had already changed his moves.

He held the sword in his hand, and a white rainbow sword shadow flew up, and the sword qi that could destroy the sky and the earth scattered one by one, and others also danced with the sword, and they couldn't even tell which one was the sword and which was the human.

A true man-sword unity.

Under the halo of sword shadows, Chang Shengren was still holding the book, and at this moment he actually turned the page.

As soon as the pages of the book opened, every page of the book turned into a fist, and every punch swung out would drive a huge fist shadow in the sky, like gold poured.

One is the unity of human swords, the other is thousands of fists, when two rainbow-like sword thunderbolts flew towards each other, both stopped in the air at the same time and froze.

After a cup of tea, Gu Changsheng took a deep breath, and then pushed forward violently, but he couldn't move forward half a step.

He stretched out his hand to take the sword, wanting to change the direction, but the sword did not move at all, and the sword saint was shocked, it turned out that the other party's fist made of books actually gave birth to a force, a powerful force, so that he could not lift the sword.

"True Vaporization Sword End".

Gu Changsheng still reacted quickly, while the sword qi was suppressed, he hurriedly drew his sword, retreated, and at the same time the sword body was withdrawn, the sword seal was slowly pulled upward, and then poured out with internal force.

Seeing the sword qi attacking again, Chang Shengren turned around in the air and pointed forward with a gray ink pen in his hand at the same time.

It's just a pen, an ordinary pen, and this ordinary pen has met it like this.

However, when the pen approached the Sword Master, its power suddenly increased, like a sharp sword circling and flying around the Sword Master, like a dragon, looming in the lake, flowing like a clear spring for a while, and clear and abnormal for a while.

The Constant Saint took a step forward, and the power in his body swam like a dragon.

One more step, the pen is more golden, emitting dazzling brilliance,

When he took the third step, Gu Changsheng's sword finally buzzed until the last trace of white light disappeared.

He stood stunned, looked at the tall and elegant saint in front of him, and whispered: I lost!

The Chang Saint stood there motionless, and when he heard the Sword Saint admit defeat, he laughed lightly as if nothing had happened just now.

You didn't lose.

At least you don't have any problems with your sword, it's just that you have some problems with your mentality.

People can't care too much about winning or losing, because in this world, there is always "a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world", even if you are now the first in the world, but maybe one day "the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves are slapped to death on the beach by the back waves, because there is never a permanent first."

Therefore, people should not be too competitive. As long as you work hard,

Although Gu Changsheng was unwilling, he had already admitted defeat, and what the Holy Confucian said was reasonable.

What Chang Shengren said is indeed very reasonable, Gu someone's skills are indeed inferior, and he will not ask for an agreement to do a competition in the future.

Oriental Sword Master, sure enough, he doesn't drag his feet in doing things, I like it!

Gu Changsheng smiled, I can be appreciated by the Confucian monk, one of the five saints today, it seems that I have really earned it.

Confucian demeanor has benefited from it!