Shen Changgui encountered this incident as soon as he escaped from the palace, and was finally taken back to the palace by the poisonous handsome. After all, now a murderer from the Purple Hui Realm is at large, and there is an immortal who doesn't know what realm is floating in the imperial capital, Shen Changgui is not an idiot, maybe he died in the imperial capital without knowing it.

When he returned to the palace, he didn't pay much attention to this murder case, but it was the Seven Realms that the poisonous marshal said that made him interested, and he was very yearning for the rivers and lakes since he was a child. But after all, it's just a three-legged cat's kung fu, and he lives in the palace and is pampered, and he hasn't suffered much. When he returned to Wolong Pavilion, he lay on the bed and recalled the sword that Li Banting had taught him.

In the blink of an eye, water turns into ice and transforms into a dragon, this should be the so-called creation of nothing, and there is nothing in it. The most unfortunate thing is to steal the essence of heaven and earth, for Li Banting. Shen Changgui had heard too many legends about him, and the poisonous commander told him that Li Banting was one of the two old monsters he was talking about, which couldn't help but add a little more to Shen Changgui's respect for that old man.

Shen Changgui recalled Li Banting's sword, there was no majestic sword intent, no majestic sword strength. Everything is like flowing water, without a trace of mixed dross, like a farmer carrying a hoe to plow the field every day. Shen Changgui unconsciously stretched out his right arm in an attempt to condense Li Banting's sword intent, again and again, and each time it ended in failure. But Shen Changgui was not discouraged, and Li Banting used his qi sword to create thousands of ice swords out of thin air. He doesn't ask for much, just a handful. Before he gathered water into a sword, he relied more on the right time and place, as well as a divine sword in his hand. Now that there is no time and place, it is self-evident how difficult it is to condense a water sword out of thin air.

I don't know how many hours I have been practicing in the house, but there is still no sign of gathering qi into a sword. In desperation, he had to carry his sword and go to Taiquan alone.

Shen Changgui saw two people sitting there next to Taiquan from a distance. A one-armed man with white hair, a burly figure, and a domineering appearance. A person wearing a green shirt and holding a feather fan, has the demeanor of a celebrity. Shen Changgui hurriedly stepped forward, bowed to the two of them, and met the two of them.

One of these two people is the emperor of Great Qin, Shen Yanfu. One is the prime minister of Great Qin, Sun Yi.

Shen Yanfu saw his son smiling and beckoned Shen Changgui to sit down, and Shen Changgui sat calmly on the side. Shen Yanfu smiled and asked, "How are you doing, I haven't paid much attention to you recently, did I go to the Laurel Garden to find your Dongmei again?"

Hearing his father's joke, Shen Changgui glanced at Shen Yanfu angrily. "I didn't go, but something happened to the imperial capital recently, do you know? ”

Shen Yanfu smiled. "I've heard of it, and there aren't many things that can arouse that guy's interest, but if your father-in-law takes action, he can also solve the big problems for you, and I knew this when we worshipped him. ”

"That's inevitable, otherwise the poison marshal wouldn't have broken into three gentry overnight just to find a jar of good wine, so that he would have a good drink when he worshipped the handle. As soon as Sun Yi's words came out, Shen Yanfu laughed.

"Yes, it can be said that without Dodu, there would be no Daqin today. Shen Yanfu does not have the slightest emperor's shelf, his words and deeds are like a veteran who has retired from the army, and then reminisces about the past with his comrades-in-arms and reminisces about the past.

"You don't come to Taiquan in this winter, it's not to feed the koi in the lake. ”

Shen Changgui stretched his waist and said slowly: "Naturally not, a few days ago, Li Lao once passed me a sword, and I came to Taiquan just to practice this sword." I didn't expect you two to be here. ”

"Li Banting passed on your swordsmanship?" Shen Yanfu asked suspiciously, with a hint of excitement in his words.

"Naturally, it's a sword to pass on me, what am I lying to you for. Shen Changgui was calm, but he gave Shen Yanfu a blank look.

"Hahaha, it's worthy of my son, and I can get the true biography of Li Banting. Shen Yanfu was extremely excited, got up and held Shen Changgui's shoulders, and looked at his only heir dotingly.

Although Sun Yi is a literati and writer, his admiration for Li Banting is not much more than that of those swordsmen. "Speaking of Li Banting, in my heart, I can divide the practice of martial arts into nine grades. The first class is called Pingshi. It's the ordinary samurai, this kind of person has nothing extraordinary, it's mediocre, and there is nothing to worry about. The second class is called Caishi, this kind of person is diligent and hardworking, and the realm of martial arts may not be low, but he is stuck in the system, there is no big achievement, and he has no skills but cannot display them, and most of them are depressed. The third class is the dead, as the name suggests, their existence is death, but this kind of person is essential, but he was born with another name, and over time he lived as a person he didn't know, forgetting who he was, which is really sad. The fourth class is a celebrity, this kind of person is famous, strong in martial arts, but unfortunately often cherishes feathers, and the path of martial arts often reaches the peak and stops, and finally does not fall into a situation is a gift. The fifth class is a ghost warrior, this kind of person is thoughtful, does not reject tradition, and is often considered crazy in the world, but this kind of person's martial arts often goes further. The sixth class is a wizard, this kind of person often ascends to the sky in one step, is admired, and the path of martial arts is quite smooth. But it is not as tenacious as those who have been crawling and rolling, and once they fail, it is difficult to say what the future will be. The seventh class is a hermit, which is different from a real hermit, this kind of person just has been inconspicuous, step by step, often becoming tenacious, and acting to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, which can be a pillar or a bad soup worm. The eighth class is a demon warrior, this kind of person is the most dangerous, strong in martial arts, behind the scenes of the drama, every move of the rivers and lakes is under his control, and he has the most headaches. The ninth class is the celestial, this kind of person depends on the mood, martial arts has become the limit, there is no one in the world who can stop him, naturally it is heaven. ”

Shen Changgui gasped, Sun Yi was omniscient in his eyes, as if every bit of the world was under his control. Starting from following Shen Yanfu, every time he won and lost, Sun Yi left a back hand, ensuring that Great Qin was invincible, and it was precisely because of Sun Yi that Shen Yanfu was able to change from a force with only a few dozen people to the current emperor in just nine years.

"Then Li Banting should be a celestial priest. ”

"Naturally. Sun Yi also admired Li Banting. "It is not an exaggeration for the prince to be able to pass on Li Banting's sword, which can be said to be a supreme treasure. ”

Just when the three of them were talking and laughing in Taiquan. Huang Changling and six dragons are out of the customs.

On Tayun Mountain, the dragon's roar became louder and stronger. So much so that the sound of the dragon can be heard in the villages dozens of miles down the mountain. The disciples of the entire Liuyun Sect and the Wusan people were all extremely excited, and after many years, they could finally see Wu Zu's demeanor again.

At the top of the mountain where Huang Changling was retreating, there were two people sitting there quietly waiting for Huang Changling to come out.

If he is a person in the rivers and lakes, he must be like a thunderous name to the two of them. He Shengxiao of Forget Immortal Pavilion, Yuanyi of the West Emperor Valley.

He Shengxiao looks like he is thirty or forty years old, wearing a white robe, he is a fairy, and he looks like a fairy in the folk. And the Western Emperor Gu Yuan has the appearance of an emperor, with two golden dragons faintly entwined around him, and his majesty and domineering are all in it.

"I didn't expect that the Western Emperor would also come to Tayun Mountain today, which is really rare. He Shengxiao broke the tranquility of the two.

"I'm just here to help him get out, in such a realm, he will definitely suffer a catastrophe, and I don't want to be ruined. Xidi gently stroked the piano in his hand, very calmly.

In the blink of an eye, the rolling thunder fell from the sky, and the momentum was huge and had the potential to destroy the world. The two looked at each other, the Western Emperor stroked his hand to compose music, and the golden dragon took off to resist the thunder one after another. He Shengxiao stepped out, stepping into the air step by step, splitting the pitch-black dark clouds with a sword split, but quickly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"He doesn't need the Western Emperor, so he has to use what he has learned all his life to block this thunder and sacrifice his ugliness here. After finishing speaking, He Shengxiao was like an immortal above the Nine Heavens, and a sword and a sword were like a fast knife cutting through the chaos, and the rolling sky thunder was taken. On the other hand, the Western Emperor still calmly stroked the Changqin, and the two golden dragons passed, and the heavenly thunder became the belly of the golden dragon.

And at this moment, six green dragons soared into the sky, and the green mangs were extremely dazzling, as if illuminating every line of darkness in the heavens and the earth, and a young man soared straight into the sky. And the rolling heavenly thunder descended like a broken army star at this moment, rushing towards the man in the green mangs with the power of devouring all things, and the heavenly thunder was cut off by the white-clothed immortals in the distance before it hit. The sound of the Western Emperor's song suddenly seemed to be chaotic, and the golden dragon also dissipated in an instant, and was replaced by a huge statue of a god pointing directly at the heavenly thunder, destroying all the heavenly thunder in the blink of an eye. The idol did not stop, the song at this moment was as turbulent as the Yellow River, the idol split the dark clouds with one palm, and at this moment the armpits regenerated two arms directly tore the dark clouds. This time, the dark clouds did not converge again, and the dark sky became clear again.

The sound of the Western Emperor's piano slowly soothed, and He Shengxiao was already sweating profusely, panting heavily, and slowly fell. And the Xidi on the side was not red or panting, as if nothing had happened.

Huang Changling thanked the two seniors for their guidance. The green mang gradually dissipated, and a young man walked out of it, not handsome or ugly, but the man with such a mediocre appearance became the only one after Wu Xizhen who practiced "Six Dragons".

Emperor Xi waved his hand. "Integrate Wu Xizhen's "Six Dragons" well, and I won't bother. After saying that, Emperor Bixi slowly descended the mountain alone with a piano on his back, and Huang Changling did not stay. In his eyes, those polite words, kind words, he never bothered to say them.

"I, He Shengxiao, am not as good as Emperor Xi, I'm afraid that I will have to borrow the place of Liuyun Sect to rest for a few days before I can return to the Forgotten Immortal Pavilion. He Shengxiao smiled bitterly twice and fell down abruptly. Fortunately, Huang Changling caught it.

"Naturally, nature is the truth. ”