Visitors from afar?

Xu Fengnian was very unhappy at this time, and even had some irrepressible anger.

Different from the encounter with the eunuch in the small town of Youzhou, the battle of will, Xu Fengnian couldn't talk about how angry he was from beginning to end, and even regarded him as a gentleman in his mind.

But this strange visitor who climbed the stairs and walked up the stairs, but after appearing at the foot of the mountain, it brought Xu Fengnian an indescribable irritability, and when he reached the realm of Xu Fengnian, he had a bit of an unpredictable prophet, so Xu Fengnian could conclude that the person who climbed the mountain was by no means a role like Deng Tai'a who sent charcoal in the snow, and the degree of danger was very likely to be no less than the sword that started in Dongyue Jianchi in the Qijiajie at the beginning, and it was even comparable to Wang Xianzhi's single trip to the cool at that time. But the appearance of Wang Xianzhi and Qi Jiajie, Xu Fengnian was mentally prepared in advance, the original intention of the two of them was that one was his own martial arts, and the other was loyal to the king, Xu Fengnian could relatively understand.

But at this time, the old man who was becoming clearer and clearer in his field of vision was like a flying disaster that made him unable to hide, so that Xu Fengnian, who originally planned to go to Guanwai to reject Beicheng tomorrow morning, how could he not be angry?

It's like a person basking in the sun at the gate of his own yard, and it is clear that no one is in the way, and a passerby inexplicably splits his head and covers his face and throws a dustpan of and pees.

The Peach Blossom Sword God, who clearly sensed Xu Fengnian's chaotic state of mind, frowned and said, "Are you preparing to surrender without a fight?"

Xu Fengnian took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "It's okay if the anger is big, just fight to the death!"

Deng Tai'a gently pressed the Tai'a sword on his waist, and instantly the sword qi was full of sleeves, and he said in an accentuated tone: "That person should not be underestimated, even after Cao Changqing turns domineering, it is nothing more than that! If you still want to deal with the enemy with this state of mind, just cool down!"

Xu Fengnian's face was pale, he closed his eyes, his palm pressed against the handle of the cool knife, and his fluctuating mood finally stabilized.

More than 100 stone steps apart, the two sides are about to meet.

The Confucian priest stopped, rubbed the young man's head, and asked with a smile, "That uncle, but the benefactor who gave you the white wood sword box?"

The young man's eyes widened, and sure enough, there was the uncle who had a relationship with each other standing at the top of the steps, but the uncle who was eating wontons in Emperor Wu City was sloppy and didn't have a sword, so it was far less than at this time...... Superior demeanor.

The old Confucian man, who exuded a decadent aura from his body to his gas, patted the young man's head and said softly, "Go and say hello." ”

The young man carrying the bamboo box smiled when he heard this, and walked briskly up the steps.

Deng Tai'a was at the top of the steps, and the young man ran towards him, and the old Confucian stopped where he was.

At this moment, the old Confucian shouted three times in succession: "Deng Tai'a, Tai'a Sword, Wu Family Sword Tomb!"

With the constitution of heaven in his mouth, his words follow the law, and his words become prophecies.

At the same time, Deng Tai'a's figure disappeared in a flash, and he disappeared, and where he stood, only ripples remained.

Xu Fengnian's side suddenly swayed in the wind, and his sleeve robe was hunting.

The young man who watched his benefactor's uncle disappear was stunned on the spot, and he didn't know when the old man had come to him, and said with a smile: "It's okay to thank you later, you can walk around casually after you reach the top, there is a house over there in Zixuguan that has hung Lu Zu's sword for hundreds of years, you go and pay your respects." ”

The agitated boy groaned, cautiously continued on his way, brushing shoulders with the young man with the sword, and trotting away.

The old Confucian stood in place and looked up at the young vassal king, "What are you still hesitating about in the face of a strong enemy? Could it be that your Beiliang border army is so afraid of the Beimang cavalry army when it encounters the Beimang cavalry outside Liangzhou Pass?

Xu Fengnian was silent, his body was full of anger, and he flowed for eight hundred miles in an instant.

The old Confucian was full of sarcasm, and he did not disturb Xu Fengnian's mood.

It's not that Xu Fengnian deliberately wants to put on an immovable defensive posture, but that he can't capture the existence of this old man at all, and it is impossible for a person to stand still in the true sense of the word.

The reason why the female pianist Xue Songguan is blind and can kill people is that she has an indescribable magic power, and she can detect the slightest ripples and fluctuations without looking at her eyes. After Xu Fengnian fought with the three great masters of Hong Jingyan, Tuoba Bodhisattva and Chen Zhibao one after another, although the damage to the heavenly body at this time was far from recovering to its peak, the realm did not fall, and when it comes to the depth of the understanding of the Xuan Realm, he is still second only to Deng Tai, A, Xue and Song Guan.

Because of this, Xu Fengnian remained motionless, always holding the handle of the knife and not drawing the knife.

The old man smiled and said, "If you are waiting for Mrs. Deng, I advise you to forget it, this Peach Blossom Sword God is now on the sword mountain of the Wu family's sword mound...... At the moment, it was already Edgeworth's westward journey, and it would take about three hours to rush back to Wudang Mountain. There is no way, Mrs. Deng, who is now at her peak

Ah swordsmanship kills people, which can be described as the best for a thousand years, and I dare not take it lightly. ”

Xu Fengnian opened his mouth and asked, "You want to consume my qi?"

The old Confucian shook his head and said, "You are only half right. ”

Xu Fengnian's face was gloomy.

The old man said to himself: "I still have to find Wudang to teach Li Yuaxe." ”

Xu Fengnian seemed to have made up his mind, suddenly took off the cold knife on his waist, and stood with the knife in both hands, "Then as you wish, I can't find you, it doesn't mean that no one can find you!"

The old man squinted and said, "Oh? Then I'll wait and see." ”

The purple void view of the big lotus peak of the main peak of Wudang Mountain, the statue of the Zhenwu Emperor who enjoys the thousand-year-old incense in the hall, is dusty!

The statue of the dead thing actually came to life, and as soon as he stepped down on the throne, the hall roared.

The young man Gou Youfang just walked to the square outside the Purple Void Palace, and then he was stunned, and a majestic statue as high as three zhang crashed out of the Taoist temple as fast as thunder, and every step had the momentum of thunder, and then ran past him, looking like he was going down the mountain.

The boy blinked, a little unconscious.

Gou Youfang raised his hand and slapped himself hard, it really hurt.

On the other side of the stone steps, the old man sighed, "It's kind of interesting." ”

A series of thunders resounded through Wudang Mountain.

I saw that behind Xu Fengnian, a statue of Zhenwu full of purple and gold qi jumped high, holding a huge peachwood sword, and slashed at the elderly Confucian at the bottom of the steps.

The neatly dressed old man folded his hands on his abdomen and said flatly: "The gentleman is silent and strange!"

The sword of the Zhenwu statue wearing golden armor was slashed, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

But when the sword was about to slash at the head of the old Confucian man, it suddenly stood still, suspended in the air.

Xu Fengnian finally moved, without dragging the mud and water, it was directly the two-sleeved green snake of the old man in sheepskin.

Although it was a cold knife, it was the same as Li Chungang holding a wooden horse and a cow.

On the stone steps between the two, the thick and brilliant cyan sword flowed like a river.

The old man smiled and said, "The gentleman goes straight!"

When the Confucian priest raised his foot and took a step upward, the originally static true martial arts statue seemed to be freed from its restraints, and the peachwood sword slashed down before the sword.

The old man raised his left hand and gently held the peachwood sword, while the palm of his right hand should be directed towards the two-sleeved green snake with the sword qi surging.

That kind of leisurely stroll, like a scholar who has been studying hard for many years in the cold window, writes with a pen in his hand, naturally, without stagnation.

Sage Weather!

I don't know when the Confucian priest has straightened his waist, stepped up the steps step by step, held the statue of Zhenwu with his left hand, and blocked the two sleeves of the green snake with his right hand.

The peachwood sword of the statue of Zhenwu.

Li Chungang's majestic sword aura.

Under the reflection of each other, although the old man's steps up the stairs were slow, he never stopped.

Even the old man still had the strength to speak, "I want to see how long you can breathe." ”

The purple qi on the statue of the True Martial Emperor shook slightly, and the wooden sword, which was almost as long as a human, began to appear cracks visible to the naked eye, and from between those cracks, countless dazzling rays of light bloomed.

This statue of Zhenwu from the Wudang Purple Void View Hall is of course not the human law of the Emperor Zhenwu, Xu Fengnian has already given up that luck and is no longer implicated.

But out of some unknown considerations, after climbing the mountain this time, Xu Fengnian quietly condensed his own qi. Previously, the young vassal king once jokingly asked Deng Tai'a how to settle his qi after death, and the answer of the Peach Blossom Sword God was of course as chic as ever, regardless of what happened after death during his lifetime. But Xu Fengnian can't do that kind of open-mindedness, he needs to consider too many people and too many things. Let Fan Xiaochai go to find that wooden sword ranger, many seemingly unintentional things are like this.

The old Confucius's vicissitudes of life shone under the reflection of purple qi and sword gang, and he sneered: "King Beiliang, it seems that you can't do it with your own qi alone!"

At the beginning of the magnificent sword gang, the young vassal king said in a deep voice: "Li Yuaxe, you continue to retreat!"

The old Confucian strode forward and said loudly: "Xu Xiao waved his horse to step on the Six Kingdoms, breaking the backbone of the Spring and Autumn Period, so that the Central Plains was full of new graves!

Endless sword gangs continued to explode and shatter in the palm of the old man's hand.

The old man was also vaguely angry, and shouted: "Xu Fengnian! Do you really think that no one in the world can kill you? Will let you do whatever you want? As long as your thought is not extinguished, Xie Guan Ying will be dead, and if Xie Guan is dead, there will be a peace of the Tai, and if the Tai is calm and dead, there will still be another person!"

A purple gold jujube seal appeared at the center of Xu Fengnian's eyebrows, and he said slowly: "The gentleman is going straight? I am riding in the north to guard the border passes, Hutou City, Lying Bow City, Luanhe City, and Qingcang City!

The old Confucian suddenly pushed forward with the palm of his right hand, and at the same time his left wrist shook slightly.

The entire sword gang retreated dozens of zhang, and the real martial arts statue of the peachwood sword turned into powder was thrown out a hundred zhang.

Even against Xu Fengnian, who is not at the peak of his combat power, he can have the upper hand from beginning to end, and the unfathomable cultivation of the old man can be called an earth-shattering ghost.

The old man finally reached the top of the steps, and in his field of vision, the young vassal king stood in the distance with a cool knife obliquely, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

The old man smiled and asked, "Reduced to such a field, you still don't want to move out the luck of the entire Beiliang to fight the enemy?"

Xu Fengnian spit out the bruise and replaced it with a new breath.

If he hadn't been beaten with all the strength of Tuoba Bodhisattva, the old man would have cultivated to Tongxuan, even if he could block the two-sleeved green snake with the extreme sword energy in the world, but he would definitely not be able to push the sword gang backwards with one palm.

Xu Fengnian tugged at the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "My little bit of qi is really not much, but there is still a chance to leave you in Wudang Mountain." ”

The old man's eyes were full of pity, and he said with a word, "I thought you would say, 'Even if I die here, there will be a king of Beiliang on Qingliang Mountain who looks the same as his height. 'What, this is the confidence to fight hard with me?, when did the 300,000 Beiliang Iron Cavalry Co-Master, the well-deserved Great Martial Arts Sect Master, also be so unenterprising?"

Xu Fengnian clenched the handle of the knife.

The old man didn't seem to be in a hurry to make a move, not knowing whether he was worried about losing both sides or fearing that the jade would be burned, and asked, "Don't you wonder where I am sacred?"

Xu Fengnian sneered: "The dog who lost his family!"

The old man was stunned, and then laughed: "It's a word." ”

At the archway at the foot of Wudang Mountain, there is purple gas mountaineering.

It was the statue of Zhenwu that was casually thrown down the mountain by the old Confucian scholar, although the body of the statue was broken, but the purple qi that lingered around it was even stronger.

Xu Fengnian sneered: "I'm only curious about why you don't stay in the Daode Forest of the Shangyin School Palace and continue to pretend to be that blind old pianist." ”

The old Confucian nodded lightly and said suddenly: "No wonder you were prepared, it turned out that Xu Weixiong leaked the secret of heaven to you." You are really cautious enough, originally based on my care for the woman surnamed Yu in the Shangyin School Palace, you shouldn't treat me as an enemy. It's a pity that the calm of the platform won't help you now, let you come out one after another, and in the end everything will be empty, and everything will be closed. ”

Xu Fengnian held a cool knife in his left hand, and the horizontal knife was in front.

He put the fingers of his right hand together and gently brushed it over the back of the knife.

The old man smiled: "The grasshopper shakes the tree." ”

Xu Fengnian replied: "There is a disciple of your Confucianism, but he says that he is respectable. ”

The old man waved his sleeves: "Isn't that my mistake for my children?"

Xu Fengnian put his fingers together and stopped at the tip of the knife.

Silently, the cool knife was like a talisman.

Gao Shulu was once "closed the mountain" by this style.

The old Confucian was still calm, glancing at the previously ordinary Beiliang knife, which seemed to contain endless Taoist meanings at the moment, and above the Xueliang knife body, there was a faint black dragon whiskers swimming.

But the old man was still in the mood to praise: "It's very interesting." ”

The person in front of Xu Fengnian should have been dead for 800 years.

Especially when the Dafeng Dynasty was founded, the status of Confucianism rose, and after all dynasties, this person was respected by the king as the most holy teacher!

Countless scholars, whether they are famous in history or not, have been honored by accompanying them during their lifetimes!

Zhangjia Holy Mansion, Longhu Mountain Heavenly Master Mansion, north and south called the saint for 800 years.

But no one really thinks that the Zhao family can be compared to the Zhang family, especially in the hearts of the world's scholars, the Zhao family who is a beautiful man in a feather coat is probably not even worthy of lifting shoes for the Zhang family.

This humble old Confucian scholar.

It is the first generation of Zhang family saints!