There are thousands of swordsmen practicing swords on the rivers and lakes, and the kung fu under their hands has its own reputation.

If you want to divide the ranks, you have to fight first, from the beginning to the end of the row of this means of killing people with a sword, you can count about a dozen kinds of swordsmanship, and then you will find that these ten kinds of swordsmanship can't be separated at all.

Each has its own merits, and each has its own good methods.

But no matter what kind of arrangement, watching the clouds and lying in the snow on Wudang Mountain, the Taoist who doesn't care about these things will definitely not be able to escape the number of five fingers.

Others play swords at most for the speed of thunder, the power of thunder, can really use swordsmanship to lead the sky and thunder to split people, there is only one in the world, there is no semicolon.

The top of Wudang Mountain is called the heavenly pillar, and there is a bronze gilded hall on the heavenly pillar.

This gold-domed hall is still the emperor from the capital of the middle part of the cast, by the canal through Nanjing along the Yangtze River water transport to the foot of Wudang Mountain, mobilize 500 people for labor, transport to Tianzhu Peak to assemble.

Every year in the summer and autumn thunderstorm, there will be thunder rolling from this gold-roofed hall, called the thunder and fire refining hall, the sound vibrates, dozens of miles can be heard, at that time the Taoist priest will sleep soundly in the thunder in the sky.

Only this place that can lead to the cultivation of heavenly thunder can give birth to such swordsmanship.

The ancient Taoist looked at Wang Anfeng with a warm smile.

Mr. Win didn't seem to be too lazy to talk to him, said casually, turned around and left, and when he stepped out, he was already gone.

Hong Luoyu smashed his mouth, looked at the ancient Taoist and Wang Anfeng here, and then looked at Mr. Win, who was without a trace over there, sighed, and said:

"Come on, this corner is gone, and I don't have to watch the play."

"Little madman, you should learn from this miscellaneous hair."

"His swordsmanship is a first-class good character in the rivers and lakes."

When the words were spoken, Hong Luoyu was still lazily lying on the horseback.

By the time the last word landed, he was no longer on horseback.

It was only then that the thin red horse realized that something was missing from his back, and he hissed and jumped up to look left and right, and his scream was terrible, and his eyes were full of panic.

Yuan Ci raised his hand and rubbed Wang Anfeng's black hair, whispered softly, and said:

"Good students learn ......"

Immediately, he also turned around and left this inexplicably flat ground with Wu Changqing, and in a short period of time, only Wang Anfeng and the young Taoist priest who claimed to be an ancient Taoist were left in this place.

The Taoist priest retracted his gaze, a pair of eyes narrowed, and fell on Wang Anfeng's face, looking up and down, his voice was gentle, and said:

"What's your name? Kid ......"

Wang Anfeng hesitated, raised his hand and clenched his fist, and said:

"Junior......

"Wang Anfeng."

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The top of the lonely peak.

The green-shirted scribe sat lazily on his bamboo chair, and on the stone table next to him was a pot of brewed fragrant tea, the fragrance was curling, and the scribe's eyes looked indifferently at the void in front of him, looking at the edge of the frontier.

There was silence and death on the top of this lonely peak.

A ripple suddenly appeared in his eyes, and the fingers of his right hand were bent, gently tapping on the back of the chair, and said indifferently:

"You have the courage to come now."

There was no one on this lonely peak but him.

After a moment of silence, a helpless sigh sounded, and on the lonely peak that was originally empty, there was one more person, although he had no hands and feet, but he was strangely hanging in the air, and his face was full of dissatisfaction at this time, and he spit out the straw in his mouth, and said indignantly:

"In the past, you would never have noticed me!"

"I beep beep—"

"Why did you, an old boy, get that kind of ability? Lao Tzu is not convinced! ”

Mr. Win frowned, and there was a lot of irritability in his heart, but he still had restraint, but he said indifferently:

"You're here to find trouble?"

Hong Luoyu raised his eyebrows, and his chattering voice stopped abruptly, he looked at the green-shirted scribe who straightened up slightly, chuckled, and seemed to lean back in the air, and said slowly:

"No ......"

"I'm just idle and have nothing to do to come and see some coward."

"That's all, that's all."

Hong Luoyu's eyes looked at Mr. Win with a smile.

A trace of violence appeared in the scribe's eyes, snorted coldly, and disappeared on the original bamboo chair in a blink of an eye, and at the same time, a person appeared behind Hongluoyu, holding a bamboo scroll in one hand, and turning behind him, and the five fingers of the other hand were slightly opened, reaching forward, and its momentum was thick and big, like the sky will fall.

With Hongluoyu's figure, he didn't even hide, the young man was too lazy to turn back, his originally lightly raised eyebrows became a little indifferent, the hem of his clothes was agitated, and he said lightly:

"Why, can't you even say it?"

"Sure enough, it's a coward."

The palm that was almost stuck in Hongluoyu's neck froze.

The green-shirted scribe stood behind him, silent for a long time, and then spoke hoarsely, and said:

"You don't understand."

Hong Luoyu chuckled twice and said leisurely:

"Don't understand?"

"It's that I don't understand."

"Or do you not want to understand it yourself?"

The state of mind collapsed at the moment when this sentence fell, but in the next moment, it was completely suppressed by the indestructible state of mind, and the ancient well without waves that should have been restored was restored.

Mr. Win withdrew his palm, flicked his sleeves, flicked the hem of his clothes, and said indifferently:

"The thief walks the way of Zhuang Zhou, and seeks to be at ease."

"Hong Luoyu, when did you learn the art of sophistry by a famous master? It's rare. ”

Hong Luoyu raised his eyebrows, sneered, and said:

"Talk about him left and right."

"Ridiculous."

Mr. Win's eyes narrowed slightly, but he only thought that this matter was the wind blowing on the water, and even the slightest ripple was suppressed by himself, and he couldn't shake his mood like Fang Cai, turned around indifferently, and walked towards the bamboo chair.

Heaven and earth are so big, as long as that face doesn't appear in front of him.

There was hardly any existence that could make even the slightest hesitation in his heart.

But the ripples did come after all.

So after all, he didn't like in the past, with a shock of his sleeves, Hongluo Yu rose to the sky, flew back and forth, dizzy and fell to the ground again.

Hong Luoyu chuckled, turned around, and turned his back to Mr. Win, and almost the moment he turned around, the indifferent look on his face instantly became distorted-

His mouth was grinning in a strange shape, his face was pale, and his eyes were wide, as if a drowning man had just climbed down a slippery straw to the shore, and if he had hands, he would have been caressing his chest by now, to calm the beating of his heart, which was so violent that it was impossible to ignore.

Damn, it's dangerous, it's dangerous......

Hong Luoyu's eyes were full of horror and horror, and his breath was short.

He almost wanted to shout out loud.

It's so close that I'll never fucking wake up again!

Mother's Xipi, the tiger's tail is really untouchable......

He restrained his breathing and heartbeat with his internal strength, pretended not to care, and left slowly.

But soon, the horror in Hongluoyu's eyes turned into a smug look, thinking in his mind, after being able to make the leader of the Dragon Dao of the year so angry that he moved the real fire, he didn't even lose a single hair, and he was the only one who retreated, right?

It's worth floating!

Although I don't know if it is a person who has not come, it is no longer precedented.

OK.

If you can meet those friends in the future, there will be a lot of things to brag about, and this time you will not lose money......

Yuan Ci and Wu Changqing had never performed light skills like Mr. Win, they only walked on their feet all the way, and only at this time did they walk on this lonely peak.

In front of him, Hong Luoyu, who was pale but had an exaggerated smile, floated out in the air, startling the old Wu Changqing, almost thinking that he had hit a ghost.

After calming down and seeing the identity of the person who came, he couldn't cry or laugh, the old man raised his hand and stroked his white beard, and said helplessly:

"Luoyu, what's wrong with you?"

"A series of strange laughs, looking at the strange is terrifying, what, who did you make today?"

The smile on Hong Luoyu's face stiffened slightly.

There was almost no need to look back, just by virtue of the flow of qi above this lonely peak, he had already 'seen' that the green-shirted scribe who had seemed to be obsessed with the content of the book slowly raised his eyes, and in an instant it seemed that the heavens and the earth had darkened, and two rays of light like substance locked him.

Hong Luoyu shuddered, and said with a dry smile:

"Hahaha, nothing, what's the laugh?"

"You have taken too much medicine in the old medicine jar, and the old eyes are dizzy and misunderstood, hahaha......"

Wu Changqing was a little puzzled and said:

"But you just know ......"

"Don't talk about it, don't talk about it, I still have to see the little madman learn swords from that ancient Taoist ......"

As soon as the voice came out, Hong Luoyu noticed that the chill on the bamboo chair of Gufeng had suddenly risen a few points, and he trembled in his heart, realizing that he had said the wrong thing, and he wanted to raise his hand to give himself a mouthful, but this was just a delusion at this time.

grinned, said no more, and directly used light skills to go towards the back mountain.

But just when he jumped up, the wind that was originally like an arm and a finger and turned at will was no longer obedient, as if he had been frozen into amber, and even with Shenhong Luoyu himself, like an insect frozen by amber, he froze in the air and couldn't move.

On the lonely peak, Mr. Win raised his eyes lazily.

The fingers of his right hand were slender, and he gently tapped on the armrest of the bamboo chair, and raised his eyes to look at Hongluoyu.

Above the handsome face, a chill grew, and the voice was unusually gentle.

"What a thief......"

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In the bamboo forest behind the Shaolin Temple.

Not only is there a large flat ground and a large verdant bamboo forest inexplicably, but there are also several bamboo houses in this bamboo forest, which form a small courtyard surrounded by green bamboo.

The white-haired Taoist priest who claimed to be an ancient Taoist sat next to the stone table, his eyebrows raised slightly, his face was faintly surprised, he looked at Wang Anfeng, and said:

"You just ...... Say what? ”

Wang Anfeng is neither humble nor arrogant, and said:

"The juniors said that the juniors don't want to learn the sword of the Taoist."

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