The drizzle on Wudang Mountain is ticking.

One step at a time.

An old Taoist priest carried a slightly chubby young man on his back and slowly walked up the stairs, the old Taoist walked very slowly, while walking, he introduced where he went, what kind of scenery he could see. But the young man had already fallen asleep, holding a candy man in his hand, and the corners of his mouth were drooling, and the snoring continued one after another.

If Xu Hengjun hadn't fallen asleep, he would have scolded: "What kind of bird master are you?

I can't tell.

But Zhang Xingrui is willing.

How many "uncles, uncles, and ancestors" shouted diligent juniors who wanted to come up and help, but they were all rejected by Zhang Xingrui with a smile. More than 60 years ago, he also carried his little junior brother to Wudang Mountain like this, carrying it all the way, explaining all the way, tirelessly.

Zhang Xingrui carried Xu Hengjun to Lotus Peak, put him aside, took out a bag of ashes from his arms, and scattered them down the mountain. The ashes were sprinkled and drifted down the mountain mixed with the rain.

Where you came from and where you are going.

Little brother, let's go home.

Qingliang Mountain.

A bonfire was blazing, and Liu Changqing was bored with a burning stick and kept fiddling back and forth at the bonfire. Ma Xiaochun fed Wu Shaohong a sip of water, then took a sip of it himself, and asked, "Do you have any way to save him?"

Liu Changqing said: "The method of changing his life comes from our Mingjiao, and naturally only the Mingjiao can save him." As long as I return to the main altar, with the power of the Mingjiao leyline, plus my internal force, I can naturally be saved. ”

Ma Xiaochun thought for a moment, and then said: "It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that you have reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and your demonic nature has not diminished, and you have killed many good players in the rivers and lakes." However, I've been by your side these days, and it's true that you've defeated these people, when did you kill them? Someone must have maliciously framed them, don't you mind?"

Liu Changqing said indifferently: "Let them go." The murderer really wants to kill someone, even if there is no Liu Changqing, there is Liu Shortqing, and Liu Gaoqing is his cover. It's just that I just bumped into it, and I can't escape, so I can only carry it. ”

Ma Xiaochun said: "You can really see it, when the time comes, if you provoke an enemy, I will have to run away with you." ”

Liu Changqing said: "The nine swords I taught you, how did you learn? If you learn all the nine swords, you can be among the top 100 in the rivers and lakes." ”

Ma Xiaochun said with a smile: "I have memorized all the names of the sword moves, but the sword moves are more proficient in the first move." Having said that, when you came out of the desert that day, that old man from Wudang, can you stop you. ”

Liu Changqing said: "Eight hundred years ago, there was only one Zhang Sanfeng who could beat me in the rivers and lakes, and eight hundred years later, without Zhang Sanfeng's rivers and lakes, who could stop me?"

Ma Xiaochun said: "I heard my brother say that there is a Bai Xiaosheng in the rivers and lakes, in addition to being one of the top ten famous swords in the world, he also made a martial arts ranking. Since the first martial arts evaluation list came out, the old man Xinghan has always occupied the first place in the world. I don't know if you can beat him and be the first in the world this year!"

Liu Changqing said: "I haven't been beaten, I don't know." However, hearing you say that, I have itchy hands. After saving this kid, we'll go find the one named Xinghan and have a fight. Tell me, apart from Xinghan, who are the top 10 people?"

Ma Xiaochun said: "The second is one of the five emperors, the boss of the Tyrant Ranger Regiment, known as Han Invincible Han Ziyu. However, some people say that Han Ziyu's strength is no worse than Xinghan, but the two have not fought, so it is not easy to evaluate. The third to the fifth were occupied by the three guards of the Child Emperor. However, these three rarely show up, which is which, which is the third, and which is the fifth, no one can say clearly. The sixth is the youngest yellow-haired among the Five Emperors, and the seventh is the most evil Emperor among the Five Emperors. The eighth is Zhao Pingxuan, the current heavenly master of Longhu Mountain, and the ninth is the immortal emperor of the five emperors, legend has it that this guy has lived longer than Xinghan, I heard that he has lived for more than 400 years, and the people under his hands have changed batch after batch, only his position as the boss has never wavered, but unfortunately his martial arts qualifications are mediocre, and he has only won the ninth in the world with four hundred years of skill. Tenth, it is a little unexpected, it is Fan Shengquan, the boss of the twelve gods of the first killer group in the rivers and lakes. This guy is also born out of nowhere, a few years ago, the name of the twelve god generals was very prosperous, but this guy has been inconspicuous until the beginning of this year, this guy took on an assassination mission. actually slaughtered the head and deputy head of the Fifth Knights. It is the most shocking thing in the past two years. What's even more shocking is that the killing of the knight commander shook the government and the opposition, and our child emperor even held a meeting overnight, but in the end, this matter was actually suppressed, and the empire was just hurriedly replaced. Presumably, the person who bought the murderer from Fan Shengquan is also extremely powerful. ”

Liu Changqing seemed to be talking to himself, and said silently: "The rivers and lakes without those acquaintances seem to be quite lively." ”

A few breezes suddenly rose, the bonfire shook, the stars were about to fall, and the world was very quiet.

Suddenly, I heard the wind in the woods and grass!

Liu Changqing kept burning the fire stick in his hand, and said indifferently: "Since you're here, don't hide it." ”

One person lifted the knife and fell, and shouted: "Devil, you are out of the rivers and lakes again, it is the misfortune of the rivers and lakes, my generation naturally carries it, and the Zen master of Kongdu just advises you to be good, why kill him?"

There is another person with a sword in the sky, hanging the sword and stopping, the heroic posture of the rise and fall, quite a bit of sword fairy style, shouted: "Reason with the devil, whose fist is big, whose reason is hard! Liu Changqing, Zhu Chenkai of the Peninsula Sword Pond with the famous sword thirty-six, is here to avenge the empty Zen master!"

The thirty-six swords were mighty, arranged behind Zhu Chenkai in turn, like armor waiting for battle. He looked even more elegant.

Ma Xiaochun shouted: "Zen Master Kongdu...."

As soon as he said two words, he was glared back by Liu Changqing.

Eight hundred years ago, Liu Changqing went his own way and acted alone, but eight hundred years later, it is no one's turn to explain for me?

He only asked, "Is there anyone else?"

Another person carried a scarlet overlord gun and walked in slowly, the tip of the gun pointed directly at Liu Changqing, like a dragon out of the water, the man said: "Yang Twelve, the descendant of the Yang family, is here to avenge the Zen Master Kongdu!"

Countless footsteps came one after another, as if the rain was hitting banana leaves, and it didn't stop for a moment.

Eighteen monks with sticks arrived, and the faces of the monks who should not have been angry were inexplicably sad, and one of them shouted: "The eighteen bronze men of Shaolin are here to avenge the Zen master of Kongdu." ”

Liu Changqing took a deep breath, spit out again, and finally changed his lazy expression, looked around at everyone, and said, "Listen." Dare to act, for 800 years, Liu Changqing has always been like this. To kill is to kill, and not to kill is not to kill. If you don't believe it, I, Liu Changqing, will no longer explain. It's just that the little white face of the sword in the sky is right, whoever has a big fist will have a hard truth, this is an eternal truth! I will say one last time, Zen Master Kongdu was not killed by me, if you insist on seeking revenge on me, I, Liu Changqing, don't mind adding some lonely souls and wild ghosts to hell. ”

Liu Changqing's voice was not loud, but it echoed on Qingliang Mountain for a long time.

The man with the knife said loudly: "Okay! He can be regarded as a hero! Just listen to your one-sided words, won't the revenge of the Kongdu Zen Master be avenged? Without the Kongdu Zen Master, there would be no Wang Fu! That is, I Wang Fu will be sent to death, and I, Wang Fu, am also willing to take the lead on the Huangquan Road!"

Zhu Chenkai was in the sky, standing on the sword with both hands, and said: "Wang Yuzi, you and I were adopted by Zen Master Kongdu, and we almost grew up together, from childhood to adulthood, I will fight with you, this time, I will not fight with you." But I Zhu Chenkai has a word first, you go first, I will come later, and I will never live!"

Yang Twelve Guns landed heavily on the ground, and echoed: "Never survive!"

The eighteen bronze people headed one of them also put a stick on the ground, saluted the Buddha with one hand, and said: "The three chivalrous men are righteous and thin, and the eighteen bronze people are willing to die together." ”

Liu Changqing smiled playfully and asked, "Don't you want to go one by one?"

Wang Fu snorted, stopped talking, and rushed forward with his knife.

Liu Changqing praised with a sigh: "A few Yuheng realms, if you want to kill Yaoguang, you still want to go up one by one." Eight hundred years away from the rivers and lakes, it is really regarded as a soft persimmon, or to say, eight hundred years later, the rivers and lakes are a little fierce. However, I will not oppress you with the realm. ”

If you dare to shake Yaoguang with Yuheng, then I will only use Yuheng's strength!

Wang Fu's big knife led the wind, and swept over the thousands of troops with one blow, and the position where Liu Changqing was standing was on the edge of a tree. Liu Changqing was not afraid, he didn't move a bit, and his sideways body gave birth to a three-foot wall of qi for no reason, and Wang Fu's knife couldn't advance for another half a minute.

Liu Changqing said with a smile: "The achievement of the immortal golden body of the Zen master of the void is similar to the three-foot qi wall that my Jiuyang Divine Skill protects the body, but my qi wall is generated by spiritual power, and the Zen master of the void is immortal in the flesh." ”

Wang Fu held his breath, the knife retreated, and the people also retreated, the knife was raised above his head, and a move of "force splitting Huashan" slashed down. This time, it is clear that the accumulation is more powerful and the momentum is even greater. Liu Changqing frowned slightly, the person took a few steps back, the corners of his clothes were broken, and he secretly said to himself: This knife has already jumped into the realm, and ordinary Yuheng categorically can't take it. I have lowered the realm, and I can only retreat, not resist.

Wang Fu's two swords were ineffective, he was angry in his heart, suddenly jumped high, and shouted: "Devil, take my last knife!"

said that it was the last knife, but this knife contained countless knife intents.

Liu Changqing patted his sleeve, stepped on the ground with his right foot, stood still, and kept punching, and the punch wind from the internal strength of Jiuyang Shengong kept going up, colliding with the countless knife intents that Wang Fu had fallen, canceling each other.

Zhu Chenkai's sword shook and flew higher, and the thirty-six swords on his body also followed, obviously not wanting to be affected by the sword intent and fist.

Yang Twelve guns continued to pick and fall, and the constant picks and drops affected the knife intent and fist style on his side.

The eighteen bronze men had already formed a formation, and the eighteen sticks were waved together to sweep away those evil things.

Wang Fuxin said: My knife is called endless. A knife is an infinite sword intent, I see if your fist style can also be endless?!

Before he could finish his thoughts, Wang Fu had already been punched several times and began to fall straight down.

As soon as a person is injured, the knife intent ceases to exist.

Liu Changqing clapped his hands and said indifferently: "Next!"

Let your infinite sword intent be broken, and I will break it with one punch. To put it bluntly, this truth is very clear, 10,000 ants, trampled by elephants, are not still dead.

How powerful is the Jiuyang Divine Skill? Even if there is only Yuheng left in the realm of self-pressure, the operation of the Jiuyang Divine Skill, the spiritual power and fist wind that it drives, how can you offset it with the quantity? Only Liu Changqing quickly punched with his right hand, but his left hand was accumulating, so when Liu Changqing punched with his left hand, he broke Wang Fu's endless sword intent with one punch, and his right hand knocked Wang Fu to the ground after a few blows due to inertia.

Zhu Chenkai's sword fell on Wang Fu's side, and seeing that Wang Fu's injuries were not serious, it was obvious that Liu Changqing intended to show mercy to his subordinates.

Zhu Chenkai shook his head and said: "I know it's not an opponent, but the master's hatred can't be treated as if it hasn't happened?"

There are always some people who know that they can't do it, and maybe in the end, the world will not change because of them, but because of them, the world has become much more exciting.

Zhu Chenkai flew in the sky again, with constant instructions in his hands, and the thirty-six swords behind him were neatly arranged. said: "I don't have one of the top ten famous swords in the world, but the Peninsula Fairy Sword has seventy-two famous swords, and I took thirty-six out." Liu Changqing, this row of noodles is okay?"

Liu Changqing laughed a few times disdainfully, in his time, there were madmen with three thousand swords and looking for Zhang Sanfeng to duel. The entire Wudang Mountain was full of purple energy, the clouds were steaming, the heavens and the earth seemed to have been opened, and what was it like for three thousand swords to be smashed at the same time? Liu Changqing thought that he couldn't catch it, but Zhang Sanfeng played a set of Tai Chi on the spot, and the three thousand swords suddenly hovered, and then fell to the ground one after another. In that battle, Zhang Sanfeng once again proved that he had lived for more than a hundred years and had never lost a fight. That madman has no face to roam the rivers and lakes anymore, and he can't live in seclusion, otherwise, the second in the world back then may not necessarily get him Liu Changqing.

Thirty-six swords?

Liu Changqing really didn't take it to heart.

Thirty-six swords fell. One sword is stacked on top of the other, and the spiritual power of one sword is stacked on the back of the other.

Falling Sword!

The art of war has said that soldiers are more expensive than fine, not many.

The power of my sword fell by a sword, as if the power of my sword was magnified by thirty-six times!

And how?

Liu Changqing dug a handful of dirt and pinched out the appearance of a sword. Slowly flew in the direction of Zhu Chenkai's stacked sword and falling sword.

Zhang Sanfeng has a set of Tai Chi, 3,000 broken swords, and I use a sword to break your sword 36, which can be regarded as a kind of sacrifice to the old gods?

The earth sword and the thirty-six swords collided together, and the sword qi was mighty, wandering around. There was a stalemate between the two sides for a moment, and the earth sword collapsed.

Liu Changqing shook his head and sighed: "If it is a real sword, it will not be like this." ”

After speaking, he jumped high and shouted: "A few catties and a few taels, just learn the Taibai Sword Immortal Imperial Sword Falling Sword!" The figure flashed, and he actually crossed the thirty-six swords and went straight to Zhu Chenkai, the thirty-six swords were connected to the tail of the sword, as if a giant could only use a big sword.

At this moment, Liu Changqing crossed the thirty-six swords, and those swords wanted to turn around, but they seemed to be ineffective. Zhu Chenkai's face was panicked, and the sword flew high, but Liu Changqing was already close at hand, grabbed his ankle and smashed it to the ground.

As Zhu Chenkai landed heavily, the thirty-six swords also fell one after another, like countless fallen leaves.

Thirty-six swords stacked on top of each other, the power is indeed huge, but the disadvantages are also obvious, slow movement, and inconvenient turnover. If it's powerful, fast, and light, it's a fart.

Zhu Chenkai smashed down on the side of Wang Fu.

Wang Fu said with a smile: "Eight hundred years ago, the Demon Sect said: I don't go to heaven, who dares to be high? You've been on top of this demon for so long. However, as far as our injuries are concerned, this demon may not have really killed the Zen Master Kongdu. ”

Zhu Chenkai said: "Impossible, that person is highly respected, it is impossible to deceive us, he said that this demon killed the master, is it fake?"

Yang Twelve walked over slowly, a scarlet spear divided into two sides, and provoked Wang Fu and Zhu Chenkai at both ends respectively.

Liu Changqing smiled: "Don't go to death?"

Yang Twelve carried the two of them and said, "If one of the two of them dies at your hands, I will never survive, but you have shown mercy to your subordinates, and if we fight to the death, it will be a little petty." But don't worry, since the man said that you are the murderer, we were convinced, but now we only believe half of it, and if you are really the murderer, we will come again. ”

Yang Twelve picked the two and left.

The eighteen bronze people led the monk to recite a Buddha verse, put one hand together, and said: "The donor's heart, the poor monk really doesn't believe that Uncle Kongdu died in your hands, the poor monk must find out the truth, and exchange the donor's innocence." ”

Liu Changqing changed his salute and said, "I don't need you to pay it back for me." But I would like to know, who are the people of high moral standing and respectability they just mentioned?"

The eighteen bronze people collectively saluted and said, "Amitabha, good and good." ”

Eighteen people left at the same time.

Ma Xiaochun ran up and said, "If I don't practice swords, you can teach me Jiuyang Divine Skill." ”

Liu Changqing said with a smile: "Your qualifications are too poor, at most you can master two percent, I think it's better to forget it." ”

Liu Changqing looked at the sky, it seems that he is really coming at me. But he is free and easy by nature, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter who you are, no matter how many people you instigate, I, Liu Changqing, take it.

In the next few days, Liu Changqing took Ma Xiaochun and Wu Shaohong, who was in a half-dead state, to the bright top of the Ming Sect altar eight hundred years ago. It's funny that a group of unclothed robbers are king of the mountain. Liu Changqing didn't know if it was because of his hometown cowardice or what, so he waved his hand and asked Ma Xiaochun to make a move. Ma Xiaochun's first move was really proficient, and the momentum of the sword alone made the group of robbers bow down, and in this way, the first batch of Mingjiao disciples appeared eight hundred years later.

Liu Changqing took the two of them and walked to a ruined hall again.

He walked very slowly, although the hall was ruined, Liu Changqing looked at it and was full of memories. One will touch the broken wall, and the other will touch the ruins. After a long time, he finally took out a fire fold from his arms and lit the six altars of "holy fire".

Brother Wu, Brother Ma, we, go home.