The Taoist system of the world has risen from the Taoist ancestor from Hangu, and after thousands of years of change, the trend of the Taoist system and the hundred flowers is divided into two instruments and four elephant factions.

The essence of Zen Buddhism is blended with the essence of Pudu, and the Taoist ancestral court is represented by the sword sect and Taoism, and now it has become the strongest cultivation sect in the world.

Under the Taoist system of Zen Buddhism and Sword Buddhism, Wanying Luojia Mountain, Nanguo Shengnu Peak, Nanhu Jincheng Fengbo Pavilion, and Yuantou Heavenly Master's Mansion are the four gates under the Tao.

Benefiting from the unique spiritual source of the dojo, the incense of these four doors can be divided with Zen Buddhism and compete with the Sword Sect when the four doors are in their heyday.

Among them, Wanying Luojia Mountain and Yuantou Heavenly Master's Mansion are the most snobbish and powerful, and their disciples are all over the world, and they have not declined for a hundred years.

Different from the two sects of Taoism and the other three sects, the Heavenly Master's Mansion evaluates the disciples and sects with the seal of the root money, and the painting of the ground is passed down from the bloodline to the art of imprisonment, and the magic spell is the three swords of acacia wood, willow wood, and peach wood.

Therefore, the great work of the exercise is made into a talisman flow, a sword qi is longitudinal and the water is countercurrent, and the art of imprisonment can imprison the dragon of the river.

The Heavenly Master assessed that it was nine coins in total.

The strength of the five-money heavenly master is already comparable to that of the cultivators of the Wendao realm, the sword flies into the sky, the sword is transformed into six potentials, and the peach wood sword can intercept the river and the mountain, the strength is not strong, but it should not be underestimated.

If the wooden sword is printed with eight coins, don't say that the mountain is broken and the stone is broken, and the dragon is flying to fight the nine days of thunder, the strong man who can transform the realm can rely on this sword, and he can be angry with a sword.

The condensation of sword qi and sword intent is great, I am afraid that it is like a waterfall in the sky, pouring down, even if the sword god Li Chengying, he may not be able to resist.

Of course, the world's famous swords should be matched with the strong men of the past and the present, otherwise even if they are divine weapons, they will not be able to show their might.

The unity of human swords, the direction of the sword, breaking the void, cutting the galaxy, how can such a powerful sword intent be seen everywhere in the world?

In the final analysis, the invincible existence of the sword, except for the blind sword god in Stone City who stretched out his sword from the sky and shouted a tsunami of sword power, there is no second sword immortal in the world!

In the past, the famous swordsman of Luojia Mountain, who was pinned on high hopes, fell with the sword in the long river, and the world was proud of the spring breeze.

His eyes stared at the sword hanging above the monk's head, and the dog master smiled with great relief.

This smile runs through the corners of his eyes, filling the entire wrinkled face that has been left by the years, looking like a spring breeze.

This is the first time since living in the courtyard of Taoliu Lane that I have seen the dog master smiling so brightly.

"The mind controls the sword in a hundred zhang, and this persistence will persist for another ten years, and it will not fall behind in the face of Li Chengying."

Lu Yao looked at the peachwood sword hanging over the monk's head, and asked thoughtfully tentatively, "How about the thousand-mile beheading with Li Chengying?" ”

The dog master's smile of relief was fleeting, and he rolled his eyes and said: "Nonsense, there are several realms behind, several heavenly trenches, and Li Chengying is a hammer in the kendo realm!" ”

Lu Yao was disappointed, and soon the face with a cloudy facial expression was itchy and smiling: "If you can't defeat the Sword God, can you still be a second sword immortal in the world?" ”

The dog master pinched his chin when he thought about it, but he didn't dare to say it too much: "Dong Rufeng Bodhi tree once attained the Tao, borrowed three thousand six swords from the sky, and flew up to slay the dragon on the top of thousands of peaks and thousands of mountains, with his sword and sword intent, within ten years, I estimated that the pockmarks on the river Zhu were the second in the world, the top ten...... Maybe it's not that hard! ”

It is easy to make the sword, but it is difficult to get the sword intent.

The sword intent and the way of the sword are both combined in the sword, the human sword is one, and it is indomitable, and it is even more difficult to be invincible.

The strength of the pockmarked boy is so strong, I am amazed, but I also feel ashamed of my own powerlessness.

They are both erect teenagers, and they are almost the same age, but I can only look up to the sky and sigh "useless is a scholar", this gap arises spontaneously, which makes me sprout the idea of seeking asceticism in my heart.

Using his telekinesis to manipulate the eight-coin mahogany sword, and with his deterrent power, he forced the Zen monk who ruined the willow forest on the riverbank to kowtow in front of the devastated tree stump, this fierce strength is awe-inspiring.

What's more, this Zen monk who was deflated in front of the pockmarked boy is still a master of entering the court, and the pockmarked boy has just entered the country, and the ruthlessness of crossing the border to oppress the opponent is really admirable.

After the dog master told this, Lu Yao looked at the eight-money mahogany sword, and the more he looked at it, the more the greed in his eyes became more and more difficult to suppress.

"Master Dog, you said that if the filial piety Mazi doesn't have this eight-money mahogany sword, and wants to suppress this bald donkey with his own strength, what are the chances of winning?"

Based on my understanding of Lu Yao, what he asked on the surface was the inference of the dog master's strength about the pockmarked boy, but in fact, he was knocking on the side to understand the power of this eight-money mahogany sword.

The dog master is not stupid, he glanced at Lu Yao, who was pretending to be curious, with the corner of his eye, and said angrily: "What, I'm afraid that I won't be the opponent of the bookworm in Qingfeng Mingyue Tower with this sword?" ”

Lu Yao, who was carefully debunked by the dog master, and whose skin was thicker than the city wall of Luoyang, showed a mouthful of bright teeth, and said with a smile: "Zheng Taibai is the most holy of Confucianism and Taoism, if you burp, my three gold ingots will not only be lost, but Widow Han will have to wash your face with tears for you and find a rough man with a hard life again!" ”

"I can't bear to be together for so long!" Lu Yao shook his head with a regretful expression, with a mixed expression, and the little monk covered his mouth and snickered.

At this time, on the bank of the Luohe River, there were more and more people in Luoyang watching the excitement, and everyone looked at the prospect and was extremely puzzled.

"What's the matter with this monk? How can you have a sword hanging over your head? ”

There was a lot of noise in the crowd.

At this time, someone in the crowd was surprised and said: "Look at the face of this Zen monk, it should be a sitting meditation monk who has just arrived in Luoyang for a month......

"No wonder I look familiar...... A few days ago, this Zen monk drank and ate meat downstairs in Ju, drank and beat up the guests who accused him of not abiding by the rules of Buddhism. ”

After such a point, the crowd immediately echoed, and there was no lack of disgust: "Yesterday, this evil monk was still molesting the people on the street, if it wasn't for the officials who patrolled the city, the unlucky Nizi was afraid that she would have been humiliated by this evil monk." ”

Seeing this situation, most of the puzzled people suddenly realized: "The Luohe Willow Forest was destroyed overnight, and this guy must be the culprit!" ”

"In this way, this guy is the newspaper of the present world!"

Looking at the low three and four in front of him, the Zen monk who was extinguished was knocking on the ground to the willow stumps, and the people who watched the excitement did not vomit or say unhappily at this time: "This evil monk does not take the people of Luoyang in his eyes, it is simply wild, even if the masters in the palace do not care, there is not no strong man with high cultivation in the huge capital to uphold justice." ”

At this point, a voice of surprise from the crowd asked: "Then again, who is wearing the sword hanging from the head of this evil monk?" ”

At this time, someone pointed in the direction of Hezhu: "See, on the other side of the Luo River, there is a young man who guards filial piety." ”

mentioned the filial piety boy, at this time, someone suddenly said: "Is it the pockmark who guards filial piety for his mother?" ”

"I heard that someone was cruising in Henagisa, and I had seen the face of the pockmarked boy up close...... Its appearance is extremely ugly, with traces of incense burning on his face, and his whole face is full of burns, much like pockmarks the size of mung beans! ”

"Who is the pockmarked boy, how could he control a sword across the Luo River, with such a threatening sword aura, to make this evil monk who has lost his conscience bow down?"

Just when everyone was speculating, a huge ship floated on the Luo River, the huge ship was like a floating palace, and when it flowed with the river, it pushed out sparkling water waves in the center of the river, which was very eye-catching.

In the past, the willow forest of the Luohe River was destroyed, and the tragic situation made the crowd excited.

Then he inexplicably appeared with a sword hanging and kowtowed to the broken tree stump of the river embankment, causing everyone to stop curiously.

At this time, on the river, the flower boat that made countless scholars and migrants linger in their dreams, and it was difficult to sleep, slowly appeared in front of everyone.

This unexpected scene not only shocked the people along the Luo River reluctant to blink, but even the little monks who were empty of the four major were stupid, forgetting to say that they couldn't explain when the Zen master turned into a fate.

The children of Luoyang, who couldn't go to the big house last night to see the fairy beauty of the nobles of the flower boat, couldn't suppress the joy in their hearts at this time, and were excited: "That was last night's big boat...... The beauties of the flower boat in Qinhuai and even the mouth of the three rivers gather in this boat! ”

Hearing that it was a flower boat full of prostitutes, although the women in the crowd of onlookers showed disdain, their eyes of envy, jealousy and hatred were still attracted by the big boat floating on the river.

Lu Yao looked at his smug move, and the smile on his face became more and more cunning.

"People in the world often say that beauty is moving, but I don't know which of the forty beauties can mess up the mind of Shouxiao Mazi, so that he is willing to leave Hezhu and put down the sword he is carrying!"

The dog master also looked at the big boat on the river, and the look in his eyes flashed with loneliness and sadness that I couldn't read at my age.

"In this world, no matter how beautiful the person who makes the sword is and is famous in the world, without exception he is the saddest and most pitiful person."

The little monk who was pinching his nose on the side looked confused, and he looked at the drunken dog with clear eyes, and asked curiously: "Why?" ”

The dog master ignored our doubtful gaze, picked up the wine gourd pinned to his waist, and took a sip of the spirits to himself, his tone was low and his expression was melancholy.

"The sword killing weapon is the most chilling...... When a man holds a sword, he is either an enemy of the world or an enemy of himself...... Whether you pick it up or put it down, it's a difficult choice! ”

Does holding a sword mean holding the entire world?

Giving up a sword, is it forgetting about this river and lake?

These two questions rushed into my mind at this moment, stirring my heart one after the other.

Maybe when the pockmarked boy made this difficult decision, he would have a kind of helplessness and hesitation with me to give up the quiet desk and choose to set foot in the rivers and lakes, right?