This north-south big river is called Qingdu River, the river water is noisy, the river surface is as wide as 20 zhang, it is said that the ancient immortals of Taoism once took a leaf of green reed to carry people to cross the river here. The young mad monk's straight line eastward, let the people in the rivers and lakes feel the approximate path, early in the morning there are a bunch of spectators waiting here, originally scattered and standing, and then involuntarily gathered together, it is really afraid of the monk's momentum, for fear of killing the innocent, feel that a group of people get together, the chance of survival is greater, even if it is really unlucky to step on that straight line, it is also everyone to die together, Huangquan Road is a good companion. So fifty or sixty people gathered in a group, mixed with fish and dragons, there are long-famous high-rollers in the rivers and lakes, there are green forest heroes who hide their heads and shrink their tails, there are nobodies who have entered the rivers and lakes, there are young women who are already coveted by the posture of the middle-aged people, and several pairs of old enemies, at this time, they can't care about drawing their swords to each other, but they are all secretly on guard, a few popular women, either smiling faces to the famous heroes to flatter, or cold faces are accosted by many Jianghu children, at the moment this brick-carrying street battle dare to call themselves the rivers and lakes of the martial arts, thousands of miles of the Yellow River and mud and sand, can not expect anyone to be Li Chungang Deng Tai'a so chic and uninhibited talent, A few years ago, there was a young handsome man with a good reputation, who threatened to imitate the ancients to make a feat similar to crossing the river with a reed, and really did it for him, and won countless applause at that time, but the pity was exposed to the peers in the rivers and lakes in a few days, saying that the reason why he could tread water and float across the river was that an iron chain was hung a few feet below the river surface the night before, and he had to retreat to the rivers and lakes. And the excitement of the rivers and lakes is here, you can never guess what a real genius will do, and you can never guess how funny the next big joke that can be served with wine and food.

The young monk who has broken into the monstrous reputation of a sudden pause, let those who thought that this useless monk would go straight across the river The hearts of the spectators trembled, only afraid that he would be like a pedestrian, seeing an eye-catching ant nest, he was going to stretch out a foot to crush their nest of ants, but the next scene made everyone relieved and more than that, there was a great surprise, only to see the monk facing the other side of the Qingdu River came a strange white dress, the vision was blurred, male and female indisputable, only to see a foot across the river, just the young monk held the water and took a self-portrait after also came back to his senses, a little toe, swept to the river, the two of them broke up with a touch, and the crazy monk who had been invincible was actually stepped on the bald head by the man in white, The man in white floated back to the east bank, every time he stepped on the mud ground was a muffled sound, and the mad monk also stumbled back to the west bank, his body staggered like a drunken man, and like a player shaking his sleeves.

With the power of stepping on it, the turbulent river suddenly stagnated, and only after the two of them settled down did they resume their momentum.

The young monk in a tattered robe did not hesitate to cross the river for the second time, and the man in white crossed the river to intercept him, this time the latter stomped on the monk's chest.

The whole river under the two of them is a flicker. In the eyes of everyone, the man in white who finally recognized his face was called a handsome and handsome, naturally the immortal who was not born, don't look at the young, he must have lived for a hundred years, and the useless monk is a demon giant who deserves to be dressed in a robe, and today he is destined to be a foot high and a foot high. This time, the two sides of each side at the apex of good and evil retreated to a foothold, almost exactly the same as before, and it was difficult for others to detect the difference from a distance. The white-clothed celestial man was expressionless, and he didn't care about anything but three precepts, the monk who had been in the great day of the Rota Mountain was also swaggering with big sleeves, sweeping to the river, this time the young monk who stepped on a pair of tattered straw sandals pushed out with one palm, pressed on the sole of the white-clothed man's shoes, this time the confrontation, there were layers of air cloud ripples visible to the naked eye behind the two of them, the monk's figure fell, the straw shoes slipped ten feet on the river surface, and floated straight back to the shore, the white-clothed man retreated a little slowly, but the monk stood on the shore of the water, and the white-clothed man's foothold was more than the previous two times？

The monk looked down at the straw sandals that he had knitted casually, and people began to be in a daze in disbelief, the battle between the life and death of the master is often in the slightest, is this crazy guy who sings useless songs all day long in a hurry to reincarnate? Or does he not regard the white-clothed celestial man as a mortal enemy at all? If it is really as he sings, the heavens and the earth are not in his eyes? Fortunately, the man in white did not disappoint the spectators, retreated three times, without a little fatigue, this time no longer crossed the river in one step, but jumped to the heart of the river, toe a flick, picked out a bucket-thick water column, the water sword stabbed forward, after the sword, the nameless monk who broke the straw shoes and broken robe raised his head slightly, raised an arm, covered his hands with big sleeves, and covered a hand with a dense seal, the water sword slammed into the monk a zhang away, it was like hitting a stone with an egg, it was shattered, and the splash bloomed all over the sky。 The monk smiled casually, let one leg sweep his neck, his body turned upside down in the air, and when he landed, he was already sitting on his knees, and his fingers were bent and knotted like fireflies, which was wonderful. The man in white seemed to be on fire, and for the first time, he let out a cold voice, and slapped his palm on the monk's bald head, "Five characters to shoot the big track!"

The monk resisted again, stumbling on his knees, his body rotated, and he swung into the river to sit still, the river rolled south, and I floated in the water. The man in white retreated to the young monk sitting to the east, his right hand was lifted up, the river was forced to pull out a water sword, she had been in Dunhuang City with Deng Tai'a sword to sword against the sword, she slashed down on the head of the immovable king in the world, the water sword was broken, I don't know whether it was the holy monk of Nalanda Mountain or the mad monk of the demon sect Liu Songtao fell into the water, and he was lying down facing south, his right hand was supporting, more and more peaceful, he was very comfortable, but the river surface of the Qingdu River has been blown up and splashed with thousands of water droplets, perhaps it is that the group of spectators who watched the fire from the other side of the river were too noisy, and Luoyang in Beimang all the way to the Beimang Empress and Tuoba Bodhisattva waved his hand, pouring rain like throwing arrows, fifty or sixty people will all die on the spot without exception without accident.

A young Taoist wearing a Wudang Taoist robe ran for a long time, and finally caught up with this murderous rain, standing between the spectators and splashing water, drawing a circle with his hands, condensing all the water droplets in the big circle between his hands, turning into a water ball of almost human height, and then pushing into the rolling river.

Luo Yang frowned.

The young Taoist didn't say anything to the man in white, but said to the mad monk who took advantage of the time to get up slowly: "Qingfeng is useful, turn the book for me." Kunlun is useful, I'll go to the mountain. The grass is useful, and I know how to wither. Meditation is useful, but peace of mind. The river is useful, and a scoop quenches your thirst. The sun and the moon are useful, according to my heart. I'm here, I'm going to ......"

It seems to be nonsense, but this Wudang Taoist finally gave his own opinion on the useless song of the mad monk. I never thought that after the monk stood up, his eyes were no longer cloudy, clear as a spring, his hands were behind him, he sat and stood up, his appearance had changed for more than ten years in the blink of an eye, the young monk became a middle-aged monk, the previous ignorance and confusion, swept away, replaced by a majestic attitude that looked at the world, Liu Songtao at this moment was the ninth leader of the Demon Sect at the peak, standing on the river, glanced at the young Taoist, turned to look at the white-clothed Luoyang, and chuckled: "The current rivers and lakes are really eye-opening." I remember that Wei Cao, the sword immortal who was outstanding in the sword forest in the world at that time, didn't know whether to live or die, and stabbed me in the abdomen, so I returned him with a sword, stabbed him in his mouth, and hung his body on the top of the mountain. There are too many enemies implicated in this way, but when I walked the rivers and lakes in the last time, I rarely encountered opponents who could barely be called evenly matched. ”

Luoyang just sneered in return.

Liu Songtao looked down at the robe and fell into deep thought.

Shaking his head, Liu Songtao raised his head and smiled: "It's okay if you can't figure it out, since you really remember who it is, you can't come in vain, I don't care who you are, since you want to stop me, I don't know when Lu Dao will lose his sobriety, otherwise let's make a bet on whether I can go to the east for three hundred miles." You lost, I just went to Zhulu Mountain, I lost, you are the Demon Sect Leader after Liu Songtao. ”

Luoyang said calmly: "If you hide and hide, let alone three hundred miles, you won't be able to get out of thirty miles." ”

In the distance behind her, a large red fish with a carp body and dragon whiskers appeared.

Liu Songtao laughed, raised his hand, borrowed a sword from the waist of a spectator, the horizontal sword was in the chest, and the fingers flicked, the sound was not in front of him, but from the nine heavens, "The world only knows that Liu Songtao is the devil who kills innocents indiscriminately, and has always liked to kill people with his bare hands, only one person knows Liu Songtao with a sword and without a sword, there is a world of difference." It's funny to say, that generation of rivers and lakes, including Wei Cao, finally produced five land immortals, and after I got out of the customs, there was no one worthy of Liu Songtao's sword. ”

Liu Songtao looked at Zhulu Mountain, three hundred miles away, his eyes were gentle and intoxicated.

"You said you wanted to see the demeanor of the sword fairy with your own eyes, I'm here. That time it was six days late, and this time it was probably a full hundred years late. ”