Looking at Zhang Liang and Chaoshen on the field, Fusu thought about it, Zhang Liang's culture is higher than Chaoshen, but his strength must be lower than Chaoshen, otherwise he wouldn't have spoken.

Looking at Zhang Liang, Fu Su said: "It's a good one who doesn't work hard, just talk about it, the ovary is indeed eloquent, could it be that you also know a lot about this chaotic ancient sword?" ”

Although Fusu planned to say the result, he also wanted to test Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang smiled lightly and said indifferently: "This sword has an extraordinary origin, and it's a long story. ”

"That's a long story short!" Fang Zhengqing said.

"There are clouds in the Confucian patriarch's discourse, and the son is silent and strange and confused, which mentions this sword. Its original meaning refers to the person who cultivates, the way of governing the country, following the law of heaven and earth, valuing people and people's livelihood, and not talking about strange and divine things. This sword was originally also cast by the king of Yue Goujian, with the god of Kunwu sacrificed to the white horse and white ox, after casting the city, sharpening the iron like mud, carrying the wind and thunder, the power is incomparable, the king of Yue is very fond.

However, the following year, Wu Yue fought and Gou Jian was defeated, and the sword also fell into the hands of King Wu. Therefore, the meaning of the sword is unknown, renamed the chaotic god, another famous teacher, and then cast eight swords, so although the chaotic god is a famous weapon of the king of Yue, it is not included in the eight swords. Zhang Liang finished introducing the origin of the chaotic gods in one breath.

"I didn't expect this sword to have such a history, Fusu was taught." Fusu said.

"Are you done arguing about swords, can you start fighting?" Chaos said impatiently again.

Zhang Liang smiled slightly: "Brother Chaoshen, just now we were talking with a sword, you are not my opponent, but the turn is desperate, I am definitely not the opponent of Brother Chaoshen, so in this game, I admit defeat!" ”

After speaking, Zhang Liang looked at Fusu and said, "Childe, this bureau is willing to admit defeat." ”

Chaos God showed displeasure on his face when he heard this, and he admitted defeat before he fought, he was very unhappy, especially when Zhang Liang said it for so long just now, Chaos God was already ready to make him suffer a little.

However, with so many people present, he couldn't mess around, so he squinted at Zhang Liang and said: "You are lucky this time, Gongzi is present, next time, you will not have such good luck." ”

Li Si: "The winner of this game is still up to the son." ”

Fusu: "The desperate ovary of the chaotic god is not an opponent, and the argument of the ovary, the chaotic god is not an opponent, so this game.... You can count it as a draw. ”

Many people guessed this result, so everyone was not surprised.

"Childe said it was a draw, that's a draw, you come back." Zhao Gao stood up and said, as for the latter sentence, it was said to the chaotic gods.

The chaotic god glanced at Zhang Liang again, and regarded this person as a note, and then retreated, but decided in his heart that if he had the opportunity in the future, he must teach him a lesson.

Zhang Liang didn't care about this, after all, he and the Six Sword Slaves were friends and foes, so how could he care if an enemy hated him.

Lis: "In that case, please also ask the candidates for the third game of both sides to play." ”

Hearing this, Fusu asked, "Zhao Fuling, hasn't Master Xiaomeng arrived yet?" ”

"Young man, Master Xiaomeng has already arrived!" Zhao Gao said respectfully. Xiaomeng, who was supposed to appear in advance, only started to appear now because of Fang Zhengqing's arrival.

Listening to Zhao Gao's words, everyone else couldn't help but look around, and at this time, a mist suddenly appeared in the center of the hall, and the mist formed Tai Chi, and then a clear and empty voice sounded: "There is no self in the world, I am everywhere...... Mysterious and mysterious, the door of all wonders! ”

Fusu looked at the mist slowly rising in the center, and he also showed a solemnity, even if he was not proficient in martial arts, he could see the high level of Xiaomeng's martial arts.

Fu Nian also recognized what this was in his heart and muttered: "With its light, with its dust, like Zhanxi or existing, this is the supreme heart of Taoism, with the same light as dust, it is really her!" ”

As the ethereal voice disappeared, a woman with a cold nature, a handsome appearance, and a blue-green women's robe that could not wrap her graceful body appeared, this woman held a silver floating dust, the handle was slender and long, it was a combination of floating dust and a sword, it was the famous sword Qiuli.

Seeing Xiaomeng appearing, Fusu quickly got up and shouted, "Master Xiaomeng! It can be seen that Xiaomeng's status is not ordinary. Everyone also got up one after another, except for Fang Zhengqing and Ren Tingting.

Xiaomeng's appearance caused a commotion among the Confucian disciples, Xiaomeng just glanced at it lightly, and some Confucian disciples felt like a mountain.

Fusu looked at Xiaomeng and praised: "Confucius once visited Lao Tzu and praised him for being evil, the world thought it was just a modest word, and today I saw the demeanor of Master Xiaomeng, and I knew that it was a heartfelt word!" ”

Xiaomeng also said ruthlessly: "I often have no desire to see the wonderful; There is often a desire to observe it. That's because the realm of Confucius has not yet arrived, otherwise there would be no fuss! ”

When Fusu heard this, he was happy, knowing that his goal of beating Confucianism with this allusion had been achieved, but he was worried to death just now, and he was tied in two consecutive games.

And the disciples of Confucianism were stunned when they heard Xiaomeng's expression, as if they had eaten Xiang, after all, how could there be such a sarcastic ancestor in person, and they all stared at Xiaomeng with big eyes and small eyes.

The three Confucian heroes can't refute it, firstly, because Xiaomeng's generation is one generation higher than them, and the allusion that Xiaomeng said is also known to the world, so they can only pretend not to hear it.

Gongsun Linglong didn't know Xiaomeng, so he asked Nangong: "Who is this Xiaomeng, why is he so crazy?" ”

"Three hundred years ago, Taoism was divided into the Heavenly Sect and the Human Sect because of their different understandings of the "Dao", and they have been fighting endlessly. This Xiaomeng Master is the head of the Heavenly Sect! So don't look at him as only eighteen years old, but his seniority is extremely high, and his strength is unfathomable. Chu Nangong explained to Gongsun Linglong.

"Xiaomeng's seniors, Confucianism is polite!" On the other side, he bowed his hand and saluted.

"Why didn't Xun Guo come?" Facing Fu Nian's salute, Xiaomeng asked coldly.

"Uncle Shi has long stopped asking about the world, and our juniors are not easy to embarrass him!" Fu Nian said honestly.

"Master Xiaomeng, this last game will be yours!" Fusu Road.

Xiaomeng didn't say anything when she heard this, she took a step directly, the ground was like a water surface, and then walked towards Fu Nian and them, and when she was still five meters away from Fu Nian, she stopped.

"Senior Xiaomeng, Fu Nian came to ask for advice in the third game." Fu Nian took two steps forward and arched his hand to Xiaomeng and said.

This time, in the face of Fu Nian calling her a senior, Xiaomeng said lightly: "I am a Taoist, you are a Confucian, you are much older than me, there is no need to call me a senior, I am not that old." "There is still no trace of human touch in the voice.

Xiaomeng said this, although Fu Nian is nothing, because as the head of Confucianism, Fu Nian has already been deeply rooted in the bone marrow of etiquette, although Xiaomeng is younger than him, but his generation is older than him, he naturally wants to see the ceremony.

But the disciples of Confucianism were unhappy, their head of the house gave her a salute, and she was so rude, she was really the head of the faction, of course, they just thought about it in their hearts. But Fu Nian didn't say anything, they naturally didn't dare to speak, and there were so many big people this time, they were not qualified to speak.

Perhaps seeing that so many disciples were not angry, Fu Nian said: "Brother Ling Chi Songzi and my uncle Xunzi are the same generation, and the master is the senior sister of the predecessor Chi Songzi, so he is naturally the elder of Fu Nian, Confucianism is orderly, and the seniors do not have to be too humble." ”

This is not only to tell Xiaomeng, but also to tell the Confucian disciples, the reason why he is so humble in the face of Xiaomeng is because they Confucianism must always follow the "etiquette", not because they are afraid of him Taoist Tianzong.

Xiaomeng: "You Confucians have too many rules and regulations, don't you think it's troublesome?" Say, how do you want to compare? ”

Fu Nian: "Please decide to the seniors." Xiaomeng's first question, Fu Nian filtered it smartly.

"That's good, the first two competitions are too crude and don't match your identity, so it's better to change the comparison and compare the internal force." Xiao Meng said politely, while stepping on the lotus step towards the outside of the sword hall.

Her words also confirmed Zhao Gao's words, she had already arrived, but she had never shown up. Naturally, Zhao Gao was not the only one who noticed his arrival, Fu Nian Chu Nangong naturally also noticed it, and as for Fang Zhengqing, it was needless to say.

"I'm tired of sitting here, so I can change places!" With that, Fang Zhengqing and Fu Su got up and followed, and everyone hurriedly followed.

Everyone came to a lake plank road in the village, the plank road is convenient for a lotus pond, the lotus leaves in the pond are green and brittle, and the lake water is leisurely. Looking at this beautiful scenery, Fang Zhengqing looked at Confucianism and said: "Cherish the last beautiful scenery, whether you can see it in the future is still two words." ”

At the middle end of the plank road, Fu Nian and Xiaomeng each stood aside, and Fusu, Fang Zhengqing and others stood on either side of them.

On the opposite side of the two, everyone has begun to speculate about the victory or defeat of this handful.

"Mr. Nangong, who do you say will win this game?" Gongsun Linglong still stood next to Chu Nangong and asked.

The old man didn't dare to make up his mind, Fu Nian, as the head of Confucianism, cultivated his internal strength, and how strong he was above Yan Lu and Zhang Liang, but it was unknown. And the cultivation of internal force is the director of Taoism, Xiaomeng she has been in retreat for ten years, this time she chose to compare internal strength, presumably to attack the enemy's shortcomings with its strengths. ”

"It seems that she is quite scheming." Gongsun Linglong sneered. After all, beauties are either girlfriends or enemies, although one of them has a lot of water, but you can't stop the strong self-confidence of others!

On the other side, Fu Nian and Xiaomeng also began to move.

I saw Xiaomeng gently raise his right hand, and the Taoist internal force in his body also began to converge into the Qiu Li in his hand through his right hand. Qiu Li, who was originally gorgeous and weak, was suddenly shrouded in brilliance, like an illusion, and was beautiful, causing everyone to marvel.

With such a beautiful view, Fusu couldn't help but exclaim: "This is the famous sword Qiuli?" It really contains Taoist reason, Han swims the vitality of the world, I heard that Zhuang Zhou made a getaway, inspired by this sword, and has always been guarded by Taoist Tianzong. ”

Li Si was beside Fusu, and when he heard Fusu's words, he opened his mouth and praised: "Gongzi is knowledgeable, it is rumored that after Ou Yezi helped King Yue cast Chunjun, Xue Zhu, the swordsman, searched for more than 20 years in order to match him, and then he was named Jian Qiuli. On the day of the sword, Xue Candle also returned to the sky, so it is rumored that this sword has the spirit of Xue Candle on it. ”

"Wild horses, dust, and creatures blow each other, and they are really peerless artifacts." Looking at Qiu Li glowing with purple light, Fusu exclaimed.

"But compared with Fu Nian's Tai'a, I'm afraid it's still a little inferior. Tai'a is Ou Yezi and the two great sword-casting masters jointly built, when it was baked, the time, the place, the people, the three elements are one, the sword has not been completed and the sword qi has existed between heaven and earth, so, the world's first sword master Feng Huzi made a sword spectrum, Tai'a was listed as the third, and the ranking was above the ninth Qiu Li. At this time, Zhao Gao, who had been silent, listened to Fusu's words and spoke.

Fusu listened, looked at the Tai'a sword in Fu Nian's hand, and said: "This sword is very skillful, dignified and majestic, and it is difficult to see its seconds without eyesight and mind. ”

"The world is like this, Gongzi is high." Zhao Gao showed off his knowledge, and he didn't forget to pat Fusu's ass.

"It's a pity!" Fang Zhengqing said regretfully.

"What is the pity of the ninth brother?"

"After all, it is a soulless weapon, but I heard that there is a sword called reverse scales, the body is blue and black, broken, the sword body is broken into several sections, the hilt of the sword is a fierce beast pattern, but he has a sword spirit, it is said that the critical moment can transform into a shape, protect the master. It can be said that with this sword, even an ordinary person can become a first-class master on the rivers and lakes. Fang Zhengqing moved out the reverse scales of Tianxing.

Li Si was silent when he heard this, he knew the owner of this sword, it was Han Fei, and he really didn't want to think of this person, so he stopped talking and looked at the competition in the field.

"Sure enough, it's a peerless artifact, but it's a pity that I can't see it." Fusu said regretfully when he heard it.

……

Fu Nian Xiaomeng each held his sword, and the internal force in his body began to work slowly, since it was more than the internal force, it naturally depends on whose internal force is deep, and the control of the internal force is skillful.

"Tai'a, known as the sword of might, only the inner power of the person holding the sword can inspire the power of the sword qi, are you such a person?" Looking at Fu Nian who was holding Tai'a, Xiao Meng seemed to mock.

It's just that Fu Nian didn't care about her words at all, just raised his hand lightly and said, "Senior, please!" Of course, I don't answer Xiaomeng's questions.

Xiaomeng sneered, and he didn't talk nonsense with Fu Nian, the internal force in his body instantly began to operate, and Qiu Li, who was gathered in his hand, poured out of his body.

Suddenly, the whole world was silent, and the green leaves, which had been falling slowly because of the breeze, were also suspended in the air as if time had stopped.

The internal force that emitted purple light flowed out of Xiaomeng's body, forming a purple-red internal force cover around her body, and the sword in her hand was also pointing directly at the water in the lake at this moment.

Suddenly, the originally calm surface of the lake slowly appeared waves, and then everyone saw that the lake surface seemed to be boiling, and began to flow rapidly, and in the next second, a Dao character composed of water appeared in the lake.

The word "Dao" is clearly recognizable, and the people who watched it were all surprised, and the disciples of Confucianism were even more surprised, they never thought that the internal force could be used in this way, and they couldn't help but look at their own head with concern.

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