Today's Zhuangzi is full of joy, a celebratory and joyful atmosphere, and everyone has a smile on their faces.

Because, it happened to be Ling Zhen's twenty-third birthday!

There are less than three short months left before the end date of the three-year filial piety.

Ling Zhen, who has been pure in heart and has few desires for nearly three years, adheres to light eating habits, and rarely eats meat and drinks alcohol, can take advantage of this to be happy, and no one will blame him, and the young people themselves can have a clear conscience.

In today's villa, there were two unexpected distinguished guests visiting, which even the eldest young master Ling Zhen never expected, and he was very surprised and overjoyed.

One man was very majestic, and his appearance was even more heroic, standing as if he were a strong pine, carrying a delicate longbow and a huge quiver.

The other was extremely tall and thin, with dark, rough skin, deeply sunken cheeks, and a loose blue-black monk's robe, the end of which was mopping the floor.

These two people may not be recognized by others at once, but for Ling Zhen, they are all too familiar.

The person who carried the bow was his mother's righteous brother back then, and one of the ten masters of the human race, the "arrow god" Zheliu, in terms of archery skills, no one in Hanlanzhou could beat it.

And the identity of the tall and thin old monk who was described as withered and wearing a blue and black monk's robe could be seen at a glance by Ling Zhen.

It is the abbot of Qingling Temple who was born in the Great Dragon Clan of Shenlong Continent, whose real name is "Liuding", and the first person in Hanlanzhou Buddhism, Master Baizhu.

Zheliu and Baizhu joined forces to enter the village, and there was no other purpose, it was very simple, they just came to give a gift to Ling Zhen, the eldest young master of the villa, on his birthday.

At least on the surface.

The "Ten Thousand Miles Archer" Tetsuliu has a generous exit, and the birthday gift he gave to his nephew is a scroll with exquisite workmanship and golden light all over his body.

Ling Zhen took the scroll and slowly opened it, only to see that the painting depicted five magnificent mountains were particularly majestic and domineering, and a heroic meaning jumped on the paper.

Tetsuliu explained with a smile.

It is called "Five Rhyme Formation Diagram", which is a treasure he obtained from a painter in Wanhuizhou last year, and it is extremely psychic.

There are five mountains in Hanlanzhou, and there are also famous mountains in the middle of Wanhuizhou called "Wuyun", which are known as the mountains of strings and rhythms and the holy land of music because of a well-known ancient deeds.

And that painter with superb means, personally went to Yunshan Mountain, collected a large number of mountain roots and spiritual energy of the five giant mountains, and integrated them into the painting scroll, so that a painting contains a large number of geographically advantageous mountain spirits.

Then a lot of soldiers were added to the killing qi, and a whole fantasy formation was fused, so that the geographical advantage and the two were cast into one furnace, and they were in the same painting as Zheng

As long as the human spirit is out of the body and enters the volume, it will be like being in a foggy array, and the floating clouds can cover the eyes, just because they are in the mountains

Since then, he has been trapped in the formation and will never be able to get out.

To sum up the above reasons, this map integrates elements such as painting, Kanyu geography, and military formation, so it is called "five-rhyme formation".

Truly worthy of the name!

Ling Zhen, as the eldest young master in the Shenyuan Domain's palace, naturally has as many treasures as he has seen in his life, and all kinds of rare objects in the family are afraid that they will not be inferior to the treasury of the palace.

Therefore, the horizon has always been broad, and the heart has already been ground very high, looking at the mountains, ordinary things can't enter Young Master Ling's eyes at all.

But this "Five Rhymes Formation Diagram" is extraordinary, and it can indeed be called a superb treasure.

The degree of preciousness is even comparable to the cyan robe given by the owner Ling Pu back then!

Ling Zhen, as the martial god of the battlefield and the son of the king of Ling Puling, has been exposed to all kinds of military things since he was a child, and he is also quite blessed with it subtly

Therefore, the psychedelic formation in this picture was very interested, and I couldn't help but be happy, and I smiled directly on the spot, thanking my uncle for giving me a painting.

The abbot of Qingling Temple, Baizhu, gave a gift to the young son, which is a Buddhist magic weapon.

This thing is heavy on mana but not heavy on killing, and the whole body is a seven-color illusion, and the appearance of splendid colors is beautiful.

It was a vajra called "Duobao Jing Liuli"!

The pointed tip is unusually sharp, and the whole shape is ingenious, which is more convenient to hold with one hand.

According to the master's own mouth, this pestle is the incarnation of Buddha-nature that is invincible and invincible.

It symbolizes the wisdom of the great day, which can be used to break the foolish delusions in the chest, as well as the inner demons and the outer ways and other demonic obstacles, and also clear and radiant in the mind.

Although this was the case, Ling Zhen still felt that holding this vajra in his hand, using enough true qi internal strength, and then going up to Qiu Rao's head for a while, would make him even more bright.

Although I think so in my heart, I can't do it in my mouth, otherwise I would be too disrespectful to Master Baizhu.

The predecessors of Buddhism who are also kind to themselves should be respected and treated with courtesy.

So he also accepted the gift of the master.

The formation diagram and the glass pestle were included in the ring and properly preserved.

This time he visited the villa, in addition to bringing the "Five Rhymes Formation Diagram" as a gift, Zheliu also brought his only female disciple.

A member of the Holy Light Clan of Xingchen Continent, the daughter of Guan Bi, the "Sword Saint", cares.

Ling Zhen and this girl surnamed Guan Mingxin met for the first time, and when they met each other, they were in the Guanyin Hall of Qingling Temple, and they were not happy when they met for the first time.

That time, he cared about the snow-white jade rabbit that was holding as a pet, standing on the palm of the giant sculpture of Guanyin Bodhisattva, high above, making Ling Zhen feel that this was blaspheming the Buddha and disrespecting the Venerable Guanyin.

It was precisely because of his harsh reprimands for his words that Ling Zhen was beaten by his uncle with a "sugar fried chestnut", and his brain was beaten very painfully.

The Ling family is mostly in the Shenshan Villa, since he was a child, he has been walking sideways like a crab, all kinds of flaunting his might, doing evil, and when he was a teenager, he had an arrogant style of self-respect, and even the owner and the owner and the wife of the owner couldn't control him, at most they persuaded two sentences.

Those anti-ear advice, the young man surnamed Ling will occasionally listen to that, once there are too many, it will be annoying, so he simply goes in one ear and goes out in the other.

But only that Yao Ying's brother-in-law Zheliu has never been used to him, as long as he looks at Ling Zhen if there is something unpleasant to the eye, where is it not a thing, he will directly teach him a lesson.

Ling Pu listened to Yao Ying's words very much, and Yao Ying respected this righteous brother in the rivers and lakes a lot.

Therefore, every time Zheliu beats up Ling Zhen when he was young, the two parents, almost all of them can only stand by and watch, and they will not stop them.

And like Ling Xingchui, the fourth daughter of the Ling family, or the sixth daughter Ling Youjun and others, every time they see Ling Zhen being beaten by their uncle, they will stand aside and applaud, only to feel that watching their ninth brother being beaten is the most pleasant and comfortable thing at the bottom!

Because of this, that time in the Guanyin Hall of Qingling Temple, in the face of the concerned master Zheliu, Ling Zhen chose to obediently bow his head and submit to softness, instead of hitting the nail head with a hard bar.

It won't end well.

Based on the experience of blood and tears in previous years, Ling Zhen knew very well how tragic the end would be when he went against his uncle.

For the "arrow god" Zheliu, who eats soft and does not eat hard, admit his mistake, and there will basically be no major incident.

And if you dare to resist against it, then the problem is very big.

Proper "education" is needed!

Over the years, Ling Zhen, who has not contradicted Zheliu, has been "educated" again and again, and has cultivated his uncle Dong, and he will never be able to go West.

It's a kind of self-salvation.

Otherwise, life will not be easy.

After three years, Ling Zhen once again saw the girl who caused him to be educated by his uncle.

Three years have passed, and the former cherry skirt girl cares, but now she has grown a lot taller, although she is still much shorter than Ling Zhen, but she is already like a big girl.

is still wearing a cherry blossom pink dress, and she still has a snow-white rabbit in her arms.

It's just that there is a bright red longbow behind him, and it is like blood covering the bow body, which is eye-catching.

As soon as he saw this cherry skirt girl surnamed Guan, Ling Zhen immediately approached her, and instead of talking to her directly, she began to tease the jade rabbit who was held in her arms.

"Yo, this big fat rabbit, heh! I haven't seen it for three years, I've gained so much weight, I mentioned it three years ago, it's heavy and heavy, you see, this meat looks old and tender, when are you going to kill it and eat it? ”

Ling Zhen went up again to look at the blood bow, and was amazed, "Oh, this bow is beautiful!" What is it made of? Guan girl, I see that your posture doesn't look like you're playing with your back, is it possible, you have started practicing archery now? The next Terran female arrow god is what you care about...... Oh no, forget that you are a member of the Holy Light Clan, that is the Arrow God of the Holy Light Clan! ”

Because the first impression brought by the first meeting was very poor, I didn't have a good opinion of this son from a royal family.

At this meeting, I wanted to make a little better face for it.

Unexpectedly, this guy was so rude as soon as he came up, and he actually wanted to cook his favorite baby jade rabbit "Chang'e", and his words were frivolous and bantering, showing the gentlemanly style of the anointed children, and he was not respectful enough to respect people horizontally and vertically, which really caused him discomfort and almost nauseated.

The body stood out from the attention of a lot of young girls, and she held her head high and looked straight ahead.

He was speechless, and his face was extremely cold.

There is no half a word as a response to the exit, such as an ice and snow beauty.

Since this surnamed Ling is not a good thing, then I can't talk to him if it's a big deal, how can I get it?

That's what I thought about and what I was going to do.

Meditate with your mouth closed to the end.

Unexpectedly, Ling Zhen's next sentence directly gave her a broken credit.

The oily and slippery, extremely unserious son of the mountain villa, a pair of eyes stared at the cherry skirt girl's tall chest, and his mouth made a "tsk" sound, and said with emotion: "The place where people are most looking forward to growing up has also become a lot bigger, and sure enough, the girl is growing up fast, like mushrooms after a rain, just waiting for the day to bloom." ”

The concerned mind has matured a lot compared to three years ago, and in an instant, he understood the meaning of Ling Zhen's words, and immediately became furious, and scolded sharply with a flushed face: "What are you messing with?!" ”

The thick-skinned eldest young master Ling Zhen still grinned with a hippie smile at this time: "I'm in good things, two good things......"

As soon as these words came out, the young man unexpectedly received a "chestnut" from his uncle.

After his head was eaten hard, Ling Zhen was finally awakened to the terrifying past sealed in his memory, and remembered the experiences of being taught by Zheliu because he was naughty and mischievous, and he restrained his tone on the spot, and stopped talking nonsense like that.

Ling Zhen, who has become much stronger in the past three years, did not feel much pain after eating a "preserved egg" this time, and couldn't help but feel complacent about the results of his cultivation.

After rubbing the sore spot on the top of his head for a while, the young man suddenly remembered something, so he asked his uncle Zheliu: "By the way, uncle, it seems that there are only two years left for your five-year battle with the Sword Saint Guan Bi, do you have any preparations?" ”

Zheliu replied directly without thinking: "Yes, in the past three years, I have traveled to the three continents of Shenlong, Wanhui, and Frost, and fought against the powerful masters of each continent, learned from others, learned from them, and integrated them into my avenue, thus evolving the seven-move killing ......."

"Seven moves, so many?"

Ling Zhen couldn't help but flatter from the bottom of his heart, "It's worthy of my uncle, it's really amazing!" ”

Zheliu smiled and waved his hand, and said humbly: "In order to defeat Guan Bi, I have done everything I can to cultivate for three years, and I have barely created these seven killer features, which is not much, and I even think it is a little too little!" If it weren't for the Seven Styles, but the Seventy Forms, then I would have absolute confidence that I would be able to win that second battle and defeat the Sword Saint in one fell swoop. ”

Hearing this, she leaned closer, stretched out a slender hand, put it on the shoulders of the master, and now she has grown up, and said softly: "It's okay, Master, even if you can't win, I will definitely not let my father kill your ......"

Ling Zhen laughed bitterly when he heard this, and felt that this girl surnamed Guan really couldn't speak, so after that, which man could be happy and have face after hearing it?

Isn't this pure flattening of people?!

Sure enough, the arrow god Zheliu raised his head and smiled loudly, rubbed his concerned head a few times, and said loudly: "Just by the words of my heart, your master and I can't lose, we have to win!" ”

Concern lowered his head and was silent for a while, then raised his head and said in a voice: "Master, then if you win, if you can, can you try not to take my father's life?" ”

Tetsuliu was slightly stunned, then burst into a heartfelt laugh, and nodded: "Of course you can, but the premise is that I want to ensure that my life is safe." Can't you spare your father and put your life in vain, that's too much of a loss, a little reluctant......"

After a pause, Zheliu rubbed his concerned head vigorously again, and said warmly: "The main thing is that I can't bear my good apprentice's heart, so I don't have a master, and I have to be detained by that annoying father all day long, so it's really too painful." ”

Concerned nodded, looked at his mentor Tetsuliu with a touched expression, and said nothing.

Tetsuliu has the magical power to listen to people's hearts, and according to this divine power, from the lake of concern in his heart, he heard the thoughts of this girl in the cherry skirt: "Whether it is master or father, it is best to live in this world, but since they are about to duel with each other, then after the first battle, there will inevitably be casualties." If I have to die, then I still hope that the last person to survive will be Master! ”

Ling Zhen, a young man in a green robe standing aside, looked at the smiling and warm expression of the archer Zheliu at this time, and said secretly in his heart: "Alas, this uncle of mine has never looked at me with such eyes......"

In Ling Zhen's impression, whether it is his father Ling Pu or his mother Yao Ying, they can never be called a "strict" word, Ling Pu will not be too harsh on himself, and Yao Ying is a model of a loving mother.

To be precise, in the growth experience of the whole world, there have been very few people who dare to put on a bad face against Ling Zhen.

Only he Zheliu, as the uncle of Young Master Ling, basically didn't give this Shenyuan prince any good looks, and he was always very strict.

Coupled with that heroic and majestic face, I really feel that it is difficult to speak fiercely when I look at it.

In fact, Tetsuliu is really bad to say.

As one of the top ten masters of the human race, the Zheda Arrow God who is the strongest in archery in Hanlanzhou, his heart is incomparable!

Da has an arrogant attitude in his eyes, and even if there is no one in his eyes, no one dares to resist his capital and strength.

Ordinary monks and powerhouses, even some of the pinnacle masters of a powerful country could not enter the eyes of his Zheliu.

Besides, it is a princely son Ling Zhen from a humble background.

What if it's his sister Yao Ying's only son?

Do I have to give you a good look?

Why? Do you deserve it?

You don't deserve it.

Ling Zhen himself also knew that he was not worthy, so over the years, he had never had the luxury of being looked down upon by his uncle, and he never thought that that kind of thing was too fanciful and impossible at all.

Because of this, at this moment, looking at Zheliu with eyes full of ardent expectation, looking at Ling Zhen without squinting, as a nephew, he couldn't help but feel a little ...... from the bottom of his heart Eat one's heart out.

Slightly vinegary.

At this time, Zheliu suddenly turned his head and said to his nephew Ling Zhen: "Zhen'er, I have a proposal, why don't you have a competition with Xin'er?" ”

Ling Zhen immediately raised his eyebrows, glared incredulously, and said, "Competition? And her? ”

The young man glanced at the girl in the cherry skirt with his spare eyes, and pulled the corners of his mouth with a contemptuous expression.

But before Ling Zhen could say anything arrogant and conceited, he heard the arrow god Zheliu calm his voice and said in a bad tone: "What, are you looking down on my apprentice?" ”

Ling Zhen was taken aback, and waved his hand again and again, accompanied by an earnest smile, "Where is it?" How dare I look down on my uncle's baby apprentice? It's just that...... Uncle, this beloved disciple of yours, who uses a bow and arrow as a weapon, is it possible that my nephew and I can compare with her who can shoot farther and more accurately? ”

Zheliu snorted coldly and said lightly: "Why not, is it possible that you dare not compete with care about archery?" ”

Ling Zhen shook his head, "It's not that I don't dare, I just don't think it's appropriate." Look, uncle, if I don't want to win her, it won't show you ......."

"Huh?"

Tetsuryo glared sharply.

Ling Zhendang was silent and stopped talking.

"You're afraid that you'll win your heart, but it seems that I can't teach people, and I can't train my own apprentices well, right?"

Tetsuliu said bluntly, "It doesn't matter, although you compare, your heart is so much older than you, if you lose, you will lose, it doesn't matter, there will always be a chance to win back a game in the future." ”

Ling Zhen lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said, "Otherwise, uncle, over the years, I have invested a lot of energy in light power and qi control, and now I have achieved the ability to resist the wind and walk like a flying sword...... Why don't you want your apprentice to compare this with me, and see if she shoots faster arrows, or if my nephew and I fly faster? ”

After thinking for a while, Zheliu lowered his head and asked his lover for advice: "What do you think, Xin'er?" Do you want to compare it in a benevolent way? ”

Without the slightest hesitation, the concern responded: "Yes, let's compare it like this!" ”

The proposal was accepted, and when Ling Zhen and the two of them were about to start the competition in this way, Master Baizhu, the abbot of Qingling Temple, stood up and said that he had a better opinion.

As the archer Zheliu of Guan and Ling, he has always admired the Buddhist master Baizhu very much, and he listens attentively.

I saw that the old monk in the blue and black monk's robe glanced at the girl in the cherry skirt and the young man in the blue robe, Ling Zhen, respectively, and then stretched out his hand and slowly took out a bracelet with black lines on a gold background from his sleeve.

The old monk Baizhu smiled lightly, and said with a pleasant face: "This bracelet, called 'Golden Buddha Ruins Bracelet', contains a King Kong Buddha Ruins, as the name suggests, there is a King Kong Buddha in the territory of the Ruins. The poor monk suggested that the two might as well enter it to start a competition, one shot arrows, and the other traveled far away, if anyone can leave the palm of the Golden Buddha first, then whoever wins, how? ”

After agreeing to Master Baizhu's suggestion, Ling Zhen and Concern entered the Golden Buddha Ruins together.

After coming to the secret realm of the ruins called "King Kong Buddha", in a blank and empty environment, there really was a "Golden Buddha" with an unusually huge size.

The body of the big Buddha is not thousands of feet high, sitting cross-legged, with a curtain on his head.

The whole body is golden, colorful, gorgeous and solemn, with a sacred and unblasphemous majesty!

The giant Buddha slowly shifted one hand forward, palm upward, and flattened one palm towards the front like that.

The young man in the green robe grabbed the arm of the girl in the cherry skirt and jumped on the golden palm with the latter and himself.

Placed in the palm of your hand, you can barely see where your fingers are.

It can be seen that the palm of this golden Buddha is huge and boundless!

Ling Zhen squinted and smiled, and said with a relaxed attitude: "Sister, let you let the arrows go out first, lest I bully a girl's family." ”

The concern of being called "sister" only felt despised and insulted, and his mood became quite bad, glaring and shouting: "Wait for you to lose!" ”

As she spoke, the girl in the cherry skirt took off the blood-colored bow on her back and placed a long arrow given by her master Tetsuliu on the bowstring.

Drawing the bow is like a full moon, and the string force has been completely stretched to the limit.

Suddenly, he let go of his hand.

The flying arrows shot out, and their speed was as fast as a real sword repair flying arrow!

Go straight to the end of the golden palm.

The green robe has also moved in an instant, and the majestic true qi is raised, like a cyan rainbow, and it is extremely fast.

That green rainbow quickly caught up with the flying arrow that was shot out by Care.

Although the speed of the long arrow is extremely fast, it is no faster than Ling Zhen, a young man in a green robe who is like lightning and has a body like electricity!

After surpassing the arrows shot by the care, then the next step is to fly away from this giant golden palm to win in one fell swoop.

However, to Ling Zhen's surprise.

As he continued to fly forward, getting closer and closer to the "end point", the five fingers of the giant Buddha's golden palm also began to extend at a rapid pace.

Ling Zhen increased the internal force during the week, and the faster the speed of the wind forward, the same speed of the extension speed of the five fingers of the giant palm.

This also means that no matter how fast the young man accelerates, he will never be able to reach the position of his fingertips, and he will be trapped in his hands all the time without the control of the giant palm.

No matter how hard you put in, you will never be able to come out of the palm of that towering golden Buddha!

Vajra Buddha returned to the ruins, and with the blessing of the master's supernatural powers, Tetsuliu was able to watch this scene happening inside.

Zhe Da Arrow God was puzzled in his heart.

If it is a fight for archery and qi control, it is actually clear that his apprentice cares about losing.

According to the rules set before the game, Xin'er hasn't lost yet, because his nephew Ling Zhen hasn't left the palm of the Golden Buddha yet......

Even if Tetsuliu has the strange ability to listen to people's hearts, how can he not hear the true thoughts of the old monk.

What is the intent of this?

Probably seeing Tetsuliu's confusion, Master Baizhu closed his eyes and folded his hands, his voice was slow, and only four words came out: "Buddhism is boundless." ”

In the end, this competition ended in a tie between Ling Zhen and Care.

Buddhism emphasizes the equality of all beings.

Although Ling Zhen was really angry later, and even had the idea of soaking urine on the golden palm, he still forcibly held back and did not take action.

The so-called willingness to gamble and lose, since you have accepted the rules, if you can't get out, you can only admit it.

Besides, I didn't lose at all, it's just a draw, it's a big deal to find another chance next time, and win a good game? What a big deal?

Afterwards, the girl who was not too old cared about it, but because the speed of the flying arrow was indeed not as fast as Ling Zhen, she felt a certain degree of frustration and was a little discouraged and depressed.

Fortunately, she was comforted by her mentor Tetsuliu's kind words, which completely coaxed her and became like no one else.

The matter ended with Ling Zhen and the two of them having an appointment to have the opportunity to fight again next year.

Ling Zhen's face was a little serious and he said to his uncle, hoping that after two years or more, when he and he cared about the fighting skills, his uncle would still be able to watch the battle.

The meaning of these words could not be more obvious.

That is, Ling Zhen, as the son of Yao Ying, did not want his mother's sworn brother, that is, his uncle, to unfortunately die in the five-year contract battle with Guan Bi.

From the time of the great, Ling Zhen, who was both respectful and fearful of Zheliu, hoped in his heart that his uncle Zheliu could survive safely.

As for things like how to win the Sword Saint and achieve the same achievements as the Sword God Fish Youcong, they are too illusory, and no matter how valuable they are, they will not be worth more than their lives!

Of course, Tetsuliu quickly understood his nephew's kind prayers and good songs, and confidently said that he would definitely not die under Guan Bi's knife, and you can rest assured.

Having said that, in fact, the purpose is just to let the two juniors present, a nephew and an apprentice, these two people can rest assured.

Tetsuliu's true thoughts are known only to him.

For that decisive battle two years later.

I don't have any bottom in my heart!

If you become stronger, of course Guan Bi will too.

After five years, the Holy Light Clan's "Sword Saint", who was bent on killing himself, would have what kind of terrifying strength he would have in the future battle, no one could guess.

A peak powerhouse in the sword realm who has studied the way of shrinking mountains and rivers all his life, since he is already determined to take people's lives, then even if he wants to escape, he must have the heart but not the power.

Tetsuyanagi is well aware of this.

The next time the battle comes, there will be no Yu Youcong who will come forward to save him.

At that time, whether it is life or death, it will all depend on yourself!

Fight for a brilliant record of shooting the Sword Saint, and spell out a bright future for the avenue to the top.

He Zheliu, what he asked.

I want to make the name of "God of Arrows" not inferior to "God of Sword" by half a point!

For this reason, Zheliu, the archer of thousands of miles, is willing to risk his life to fight for it.

What's the point of dying?

There are arrows in the world, and they will survive the dead.

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This one, Yu Youcong rarely came, and in the cave behind the White Dragon Snow Waterfall in Yuxi Mountain, there were only two people, Ling Zhen and Long Qi.

After the three-hour battle, Ling Zhen sat cross-legged on the altar, facing the "sword maniac" Long Qi, who was also meditating and resting.

The hook-nosed old man with white hair and a pitch-black robe raised his head, as if he was a little puzzled, for some reason, this stinky man surnamed Ling has not left until now.

So I couldn't help but ask.

The old man surnamed Long raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why don't you leave?" Is there something you want to ask me? ”

Keeping sitting and pecking Ling Zhen nodded, "Hmm", and without any twist, he directly asked the question, "Senior Long, do you think that with the power of one person, the enemy will fight an entire country, and this matter ...... Is it feasible? ”

Seeing that the speech attitude of the man in front of him was not bad, Long Qi, who was still in a good mood at this time, said with a smile: "One blade and one country, heh, what a big breath, it's even more crazy than my sword maniac!" ”

Of course, Ling Zhen heard his ridicule, and he also grinned, pretending to be relaxed and indifferent, "The junior just asks casually. ”

Long Qi chuckled softly, "That depends on how big a country it is." If it is the kind of country that only has tens of thousands of Rao countries, then it doesn't matter, the monks of the fifth-order and sixth-order realms can directly enter the palace alone, and easily take away the king's head, and the fourth-order Danyuan realm may need to take a lot of effort......"

"What if it's a country like our Splendid Dynasty, or even bigger than the Splendid Dynasty?"

Ling Zhen seemed a little impatient to ask.

Long Qi glanced at Ling Zhen a few times with contempt in his eyes, with a contemptuous expression, he snorted coldly, and said his conclusion: "Then even the powerhouses of the Great Dao Realm are not enough, and if you go, you are looking for death." ”

After listening to the old sword maniac's point of view, Ling Zhen stopped talking, his face was solemn, and after being silent for a while, he couldn't help but ask: "Then if, at the same time, let several sword cultivators of the Eighth Order Great Dao Realm strike together and hand over the sword together, can we destroy the capital of a country and directly destroy the imperial city?" ”

Because Cifa was too exaggerated and absurd, Long Que was stunned on the spot, and he couldn't say a word for a while.

After a long time, the muscles of Long Qi's face twitched, he frowned, and said in a deep voice, "It's not incongruous to daydream... Five, I think that if you can let about five kendo monks, who are among the top fighters in a continent, hand out sword moves to the palace group of the imperial capital together, then even if it is a sub-city of the Splendid Dynasty, it must be unbearable, and it will be wiped out in a very short time! ”

After Long Qi finished speaking, he looked at the young man in the green robe with a yearning look, and the old man in the black robe smiled and said in a joking tone: "What's the matter? What's going on in your belly? What do you think? ”

Ling Zhen replied with three words.

He immediately stood up, stood up straight, clasped his fists, and bowed deeply to the dragon who was still sitting on the altar as a sign of gratitude.

Then he walked to the entrance of the cave under the stunned gaze of the kendo maniac.

Pull out the Sword of Bliss from your waist.

Slash through the snow waterfall with sword energy.

Leaving the snow-colored "water curtain", I came outside.

The sword hovered in midair.

My ears were filled with the sound of falling water, and the sound was non-stop.

The young man looked to the east alone.

The old man in the black robe surnamed the dragon in the cave was sealed inside and could not leave because of the targeting.

I could only look at the floating green robe outside with my strong eyesight.

The kendo giants who dominated the Dongting area in the past, the dragon with the large size of the "madman", seems to have not gotten rid of the sudden surprise.

Because before leaving, Ling Zhen said three words extremely calmly.

"I want to try."

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Today, Ling Zhen and Long Er went to fight swords alone in the cave.

The white-haired old man in a green shirt with a sword on his back was extremely lonely in the villa, found a relatively high place, and stood silently.

The pinnacle of the pavilion attic.

Leaning on the railing alone, the breeze blows in the ears, making people more and more desolate.

Yu Youcong just looked at the various buildings inside the manor, always silent, without saying a word.

One person enjoys the scenery and is quiet.

He didn't want to be disturbed.

Because the old man in green shirt at the moment is thinking about his deceased lover.

But sadly, his "lover" never loved him even one until he died.

The old man with the royal blue sword behind him was full of wind and frost, and somehow, he began to feel a little annoyed and remorseful.

Thinking about the past, when I was young, I read the Four Books and the Five Classics, and my writing was brilliant, and I scolded Fang Xuan, and one book was worth a thousand taels of silver.

I don't care to climb the Golden Palace to be a Huang Zi Gongqing, wealth and glory are just floating clouds to myself, and the dung is ten thousand households!

There is never a shortage of confidants around him.

As long as the old man thinks, at that time, there are a large number of talented literati and businessmen, who are in a hurry to burn incense and add tea to him, serve bowls and water, warm the bed and add quilts, and offer great hospitality in order to tie the knot......

But he doesn't like any of those women who have both a literary and scholarly atmosphere and a delicate and delicate fat pink air, and he can't look down on them at all.

Why don't you like it?

Don't come up for the reason.

If you don't like it, you don't like it

The old man in his youth, the "Wang Zong" before the accident came, had a great future, as if the glorious title of gentleman was destined to be what he deserved!

A sudden change shook the whole country.

He Wang Zong was no longer held, and fell from a height overnight, losing everything, leaving only a life that was chased and killed everywhere.

Then, in that big lake called "Fish Shadow".

He, met her.

At that time, he was not called Yu Youcong, but only Wang Zong.

And she is not the wife of the owner of the Sacred Mountain Villa, she still likes to fight with swords, and she is happy to travel in the world.

A scholar who is accustomed to the classics of Confucian sages has fallen so far that he is about to die.

How could you fall in love with a female sword fairy who has only met once?

And this love is enough to love for a lifetime?

Aren't they all "mostly readers"?

Why is this scholar, whose real name is Wang Zong, so infatuated and loves only one person in his life?

It is the most difficult to dissolve the grace of beauty.

Later, the "reader" who changed his name to Yu Youcong had a heart-to-heart question.

If Yao Ying hadn't saved her life that day in Yuyouhu Lake, there would have been just a simple encounter between the two, and there would have been no meeting after the meeting.

So will you still like her?

Or will you like it that much?

After saying goodbye to Yao Ying for the first time, Yu Youcong took the sword Dayu given by his sweetheart and started his kendo career.

I don't know if I don't practice.

This practice, Yu Youcong, who was still very young at that time, only to know that he was a raw sword training embryo!

The qualifications are superb, which can be called unprecedented and unprecedented, and it is difficult to find it in the real millennium.

At that time, Yu Youcong, in the "sword" one of the smooth winds, breaking the realm is as easy as drinking water, opening the mind at will is like sleeping, and cultivating to the top is just the skill of turning the palm......

Along the way, I saw people kill people, and I met ghosts and ghosts.

From the one with the sword in his hand, Yu Youcong has never tasted defeat, and no enemy has ever been able to defeat him!

It's as if since he picked up the sword, he has become a god of the sword, and he has killed the supreme existence of rare opponents.

The three words "Yu Youcong", through one victory after another, have gradually become synonymous with "Wudang!"

At that time, the blue-shirted sword god under the vertical and horizontal was extremely high-spirited, and he felt that this world was a book written with himself as the protagonist.

I am a person in the book, and I am the meaning of this book, and my life will be spent smoothly like this.

If you were to sum up the book in one sentence.

That is the real name Wang Zong's Yu Youcong, for the beloved woman Yao Ying and began to practice swords, with the peerless endowment, defeated the world's strong enemies, no longer invincible, and finally became a generation of sword gods, and his lover lived in both habitats, wandering, and lived a leisurely life of idle clouds and wild cranes.

But later, he realized that he was not the main character.

When he finally saw Yao Ying again after all his efforts, the former female sword fairy had already married a wife.

The story ends in tragedy.

The "sweetheart" did not accompany Yu Youcong to be an idle cloud and wild crane, but chose to be the concubine of a vassal king in the villa.

Today, Princess Shenyuan has been dead for three years.

Yu Youcong knew that since she married Ling Pu, Yao Ying was ready to stay in the Divine Mountain Villa until she died.

And she really did, too!

He loved her, but she didn't love him.

Because the person she loves is him.

The companionship of this life is him and her.

And he can only be an outsider.

On the railing at the top of the attic, a pale old man in a green shirt and white hair leaned here, looking far away at the end of the Sacred Mountain Villa.

The old man sighed in his heart.

This Zhuangzi is indeed very large and luxurious.

She should be very comfortable here.

The old man was sad in his chest.

Without you, what's the point of me practicing swords?

If I had known that this was the end, then I would have followed you with a dead face when I was killed!

Just when Yu Youcong was watching the scenery alone, full of sorrow and melancholy.

A middle-aged man wearing a green coat with frost and snow on his temples came to Lao Rao in a green shirt.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi was suspended in the air, with a smile on his face.

Yu Youcong, who was very unlucky by this person's smiling face, was quite dissatisfied in his belly, raised his eyebrows, and shouted angrily: "Who the hell are you?" Get out, the old man is in a bad mood now, I advise you to get acquainted with each other, don't look for cuts! ”

The man in Tsing Yi smiled, and said respectfully and politely: "As a scholar of the academy of the Dapu Dynasty in the past, the old sword god of Yu was born as a Confucian scholar, is knowledgeable, and is good at the art of the six arts. ”

"Play your fucking Go."

Yu Youcong's voice was cold and ruthless, "If you force Lai Lai again, the old man will make you unable to even be a person in your next life!" ”

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi was treated in such a tone, but he was not annoyed at all, and continued with a relaxed attitude: "I don't know the Fish Sword God, do you want to know that compared with that Terran Emperor Zhuge Jielu, whose kendo attainments are higher?" ”

Without waiting for the old sword god to answer whether he wanted to think or not, the man in Tsing Yi was already speaking, his movements were extremely fast, and he took out a smart and lightweight, compass-like thing from his sleeve.

After the man asked "whose kendo attainments are higher", he quickly added: "The name of this thing is 'Dragon Hunting Plate', which can point out the direction, and with it, you can use it to go to Nanhai Tong Island!" ”

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Out of the cave of the White Dragon Snow Waterfall.

Ling Zhen's three-year "filial piety" for his mother has officially ended.