"If you don't go to the rooftop, you don't come. I came to the ancestral Lingyang, but I didn't come to the top of the rooftop, so it's better not to come.

There is also a pavilion on the Tiantai Peak, which is a place to pay tribute to the ancestors of the ancestral court, and it is called Tiantai Temple. In front of the temple is the top of the temple, and you don't feel how it is when you come up, but if you look back when you go, you will know the mystery.

The competition was held at the top of this rooftop.

A red sword light burst in, as if tearing through the sky!

The hearts of the eight disciples on the top jumped, and the desire to capture the sword light with their eyes had just risen in their hearts, but they found that the red sword light had long since disappeared.

Looking at it again, it was Yan Weigui who came, raised his hand to suppress the words that everyone had reached his throat, and said in a deep voice: "This martial arts is a game and a sword competition, although it is ordinary, I hope you don't be lazy." ”

As soon as the words fell, he picked up his trick and shouted that the chess game was open.

The surface of the square changes color in two colors, and eight stone chessboards appear.

When the disciples saw the beginning of the martial arts, they also calmed down their moods, and they stepped forward one after another to break the chess.

Whether it's a game between the two or a game, or solving the endgame, it's always better to be quiet.

But Nayan didn't return, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or deliberate, so he sat down cross-legged in the same place and stretched out his hand to caress it.

Not to mention, there are really two female disciples who have little knowledge in their eyes, and they immediately forgot about this chess game, and they don't know how they cultivated to the Jindan realm.

Yan Wei, who summoned a Yaoqin, first sank his shoulders, his elbows fell, and his ten fingers pressed on the qin. Gently flick up, wipe, pick, hook, tick, beat, pick...... The technique is exhausted, the sound of the piano is pure and elegant, and the golden stone rhyme is added, the timbre is pure and there is no confusion, and it has been played for some time, but the longer it is played, the more the sound comes out.

Two more disciples were attracted to him and forgot about the chess game.

The indifferent Yan Weigui listened to it for a while, and when the aftersound was gone, his ten fingers suddenly moved, and he plucked the strings quickly and urgently, like the sun turning into snow, and hearing the sound of swords on a rainy night.

Another disciple stopped the game and listened intently.

Yan Weigui sang loudly: "Last night, Long Yuan couldn't stop singing, and he was shocked to return to the dream of the child's home, and he had broken off. People are quiet, but the sword does not cry! Sigh the wine, the road is difficult. Locked up the children and resented deeply, and sealed the front edge for several lifetimes? If you want to put your heart into Yaoqin, it is difficult to find a soulmate, who will listen to the broken strings?"

The singing stopped, and the sword roared.

But at this time, Yan Wei abandoned Yaoqin, holding a bright red long sword tightly in his hand, and the lines on the sword body were like a spoon and a dragon. His hand vibrated incessantly, making one sword moan after another.

The old man is in limbo, and his ambition is thousands of miles, and the martyr is in his twilight years, and his heart is full of strength. Like the halberd that slays the enemy on the battlefield and breaks it, and the shield that guards the homeland and is broken. There is no edge, but he still longs to kill and see blood!

The five disciples who were attracted by the sound of the piano guessed it without knowing it.

The most sincere person can dance the sword of sincerity.

Seven Stars Dragon Yuan

Yan Weigui, who grabbed the sword, pinched his fingers and recited the mantra, and three wisps of soul fire burst out from the center of his eyebrows to lock the seven stars, but the long sword screamed sadly, and the tone was one point higher.

A trace of sadness appeared on his face, and he cast another spell, and the soul of the strange beast emerged from his chest, suppressing Long Yuan.

Yan Weigui, who put away the seven-star Longyuan sword, looked at the five disciples with dull eyes, clapped his hands and pulled several people back, and sighed: "My qin sound sword sound, it's a little difficult to let you wait to resist, I'm sorry." ”

Yan Weigui woke up Wang Shichong and the three of them, who were intoxicated with the game, and barely squeezed out a smile, "I thought there would be another sword competition, but I never thought that this endgame would be so complicated, but it is avoidable, you three of you have a good life to cultivate, and you must not fall into the prestige of the ancestral court." ”

The five people who came back to their senses found that they had lost their qualifications for the competition, and their hearts were immediately full of remorse.

Yan Weigui swept his eyes, and saw that the disciple behind Wang Shichong and Lu Changguan was wearing a white clothes, carrying a wooden sword, flipping through the roster, with a look of surprise on his face, and said with a smile: "Fuxi, you have suffered too much with this wooden sword." Fu looked to the side again, "Is anyone willing to lend the sword in their hand?"

As soon as he said this, they were all fellow disciples, but no one was unwilling, and they raised their iron swords in their hands and said loudly.

But Li Fuxi didn't appreciate it, took off the jujube wood sword from his back, saluted everyone, and said, "Thank you for your kindness, just use this wooden sword below." He changed the bow salute to the sword salute, "In the next Li Fu play, I hope you don't keep your hand!"

Wang Shichong, who was a little happy about the warm scene between the same door, listened to Li Fuxi's cold words, which was called a big fire, and his hand slapped his waist back, and the disciple's sword came out of its sheath.

The two of them each held a long sword and moved, crossed the river through the forest, split stones and cut birds, and fought back and forth in the sky and the ground, until the black smoke and miasma on this huge Tiantai Peak were in trouble.

After fighting for no less than 100 rounds, Wang Shichong was really annoyed, and every time he slashed with his sword, it seemed to fall into the air, and he couldn't hit anyone, and he was the most aggrieved.

But I didn't know that Li Fuxi's heart was even more annoyed, and he secretly scolded this Wang Shichong for his strength, but his swordsmanship was not bad, so he had to take advantage of his strength and not be able to win.

The sky has been dawned, and in the end, Wang Shichong took advantage of the sword, made a type of flying immortal outside the sky, and broke the jujube wood sword in Li Fuxi's hand.

Li Fuxi didn't speak when he lost, turned around and left.

Wang Shichong was also disgraceful when he won, and turned around and left.

The five unsuccessful disciples looked surprised, and there was no sign of jealousy.

The remaining Lu Chang watched the back of the two of them leaving, but he forgot about himself and yelled, "Wang Shichong, do you still remember the appointment between you and me the day before yesterday, are you afraid?"

Wang Shichong, who had walked away, stopped his steps with Li Fuxi and turned around, and said in unison: "To kill you, you only need a sword!"

As soon as he said this, the two of them looked at each other and laughed.

Lu Changguan's eyes narrowed, he laughed twice, grabbed the sword from behind his waist, and was about to pull it out.

"Lend me the seven rays of light and slaughter all the evil in the world!"

There is a copy of the basic swordsman in the ancestral court, and it is recorded that the drunken Taoist who traveled abroad cultivated this basic swordsmanship to perfection when he was young.

There is no other reason, this last form, attracting the starlight, is a means that only Yuan Shinto people have.

Yan Weigui's eyes flashed, staring at Wang Shichong's figure, but it was up to him to see if he had really learned the trick.

What about others, of course Wang Shichong doesn't care, as soon as he makes a move, he is a human being, or no one can stop him from killing this Lu Changguan, and no one can save this Lu Changguan. The body jumped and stabbed out a sword, with the burst of "fire on the horse", the lightness of "sword turning into flowing wind", and the weirdness of "flying immortals outside the sky".

In short, after the sword was released, a rainbow light exploded, and Wang Shichong fell behind Lu Changguan and stood still.

And Lu Changguan, according to the gallant sword, only half of it was drawn, and the person was also divided into two halves and turned into coke.

The power of swordsmanship can be seen.

"It's so daring, Lu Junwen's only son dares to kill, don't go to Ziwei Pavilion to hide, go quickly. ”

Wang Shichong was slightly stunned, it was Yan Weigui's voice transmission technique, and Lu Junwen's figure suddenly flashed in his mind.

......

Dancing swords on the Taiping Rock, bathing in the Duxiu Spring. walked up to the attic, entered the dark room and bowed to the ground, and after the big ceremony of kneeling and nine knocking, Wang Shichong laughed, "Then Lu Changguan was killed by me, and he must not be good, Chong'er will go to Ziwei Pavilion, all the teachers, the boy went." ”

Wang Shichong, who stood up, took a deep look at the dense tablets in front of him, his heart was full of anger, he could hardly help himself, and then kowtowed, turned around and left, just collided with Beiluoyan's smiling appearance, he was stunned in his heart, and shouted Uncle Shi.

Beiluoyan didn't pay attention, but watched a scarlet mark on Wang Shichong's eyebrows disappear from time to time, and shouted: "Where did the exercises you practice come from?" ”

Hearing this loud shout, Wang Shichong's eyes instantly became clear, and the sword marks that were about to appear in the center of his eyebrows also dispersed, and he didn't speak, taking out the oracle bone and a piece of animal skin.

Beiluoyan spread the animal skin on his hand and watched it carefully for a long time, frowned and said: "Qi and blood retrograde is not the right way." ”

Wang Shichong's eyes showed a trace of deep hatred, and he said coldly: "Even if it is an evil law, if I don't cultivate it, how can I avenge the destruction of Duxiu Peak." ”

Staring at the oracle bone, seeing the two runes engraved on it, Beiluoyan's pupils suddenly contracted, returned the oracle bone to Wang Shichong, and scolded: "You kill your fellow disciples in the front, and cultivate the evil law in the back, you really think that the ancestral court is incurable, you are not, if you have no benevolence and righteousness, even if you cultivate high, it will be like a mirror." His expression changed, and he commanded: "Don't be reckless after going down the mountain, just go." ”

When Wang Shichong heard this, he calmed down again, lowered his head and said softly: "Uncle Shi, if the two brothers Lu Junwen and Lu Junwu make trouble for you, you can bear with it." ”

"The Lock Demon Tower, it's about to collapse in the next two hundred years, who is in the town there, presumably you, the master of Duxiu Peak, have also been told. ”

Wang Shichong, who suddenly raised his head, looked at Bei Luoyan with a smile on his face for a long time, of course he knew who was in the town.

If it weren't for this, Duxiu Peak would have been destroyed, and the Taoist Ancestral Court, the leader of the Xuan Realm, would not have any reaction afterwards, how could he be willing.

"If you and Fu Xi fail to bring back the Suying Sword in time, I'm afraid my ancestral court will be removed from the Xuan Realm. Beiluoyan threw down another sentence, turned around, and strode away singing a ballad.

"Edgeworth takes the wine to the wind, puts the cup when he hears that it is uneven, and goes thousands of miles to the sword as a guest, and I don't want to go back to the sky, and I jump into the air for thousands of miles, showing injustice for the eyes of the sky!"

Wang Shichong couldn't listen to half of this patchwork ballad, but the last sentence before Beiluoyan left echoed in his mind and couldn't be dispersed for a long time. Twenty-year period......

Zhu Xi Suying's double swords are mighty, and the nine sons of Lingyang open the mountain to suppress demons. With such a burden on his shoulders, Wang Shichong thought, what kind of demon is worth treating like this?

It's Lotus Peak again, Li Fuxi, who walked into the pine forest, wearing a cyan shirt, and pulling a bun is quite pleasing to the eye, with two beautiful eyebrows like swords, and a pair of bright eyes like lights, which really has a bit of fairy taste.

is not a little stronger than Wang Shichong, who is ordinary-looking and medium-sized.

Wang Shichong snorted and said with a smile: "Senior brother Fuxi." ”

Li Fuxi kept at his feet, and said lightly: "Earlier, you and I were just tied, how could we separate the senior brothers?"

Wang Shichong pursed his lips and scolded with a smile: "You kid has become a bastard, you don't know that I'm so old than you." ”

In the Ziwei Pavilion, Mu Fanchen, who heard the footsteps, put down the wood carving, raised his head and only glanced at it, and nodded slightly as encouragement.

After the two of them saluted, Mu Fanchen clapped his hands, and the disciple walked forward with two sets of Taoist robes, and heard Mu Fanchen command: "You two go to Xishu Qinchuan to walk around, carefully search for the fate, if there is anything left in my Taoist ancestral court, be sure to retrieve it." ”

Isn't this funny, searching for the fate of the law? What are you looking for? Don't say anything, Li Fuxi wanted to ask one or two, how could Mu Fanchen close his eyes and wave his hand, knowing that it was a vain question to ask, so he had to take the robe and follow Wang Shichong to salute and exit the building.

When the two of them stepped out of the Lotus Peak, Wang Shichong vaguely felt a trace of killing intent, and hurriedly pulled Li Fuxi into the forest, to take the hidden path.