In the white blade, in the red dust of the sword. Gongsun Qinglian proved immortality with a sword, opened the gate of heaven and stepped on the golden lotus to go straight to the sky, and turned into a rainbow and flew away.

It is said that this sentence is the two proverbs of his step, word and lotus flower, which were left for later generations of swordsmen. As to whether or not something has been fulfilled in the Hereafter, there are different opinions.

It is said that Gongsun is advising martial artists to practice kendo, which is easy to preach; It is said that it is a warning to everyone to compare themselves with others about the short and long, so that they can realize eternal life; It is also said that this is just a portrayal of Mr. Gongsun's lifelong experience, and his original intention remains the same; Some people even distort it, using Buddhism to say that these two sentences mean to kill people and accumulate karma before they can fly to the gate of heaven.

Naturally, those who have the last idea were divided by people with lofty ideals as early as a hundred years ago, and the other three speculations have developed so far.

Of course, it will not affect the current situation, and there is no relationship between half a copper plate. However, it makes no difference if you replace a sword with a sword.

A tall man in a white robe, with a slightly hideous face, and a tiger's eye, borrowed the power of Haoran to lead the opportunity of heaven and earth, draw majestic qi, and swept half of the sword village.

A bamboo pole has touched half of the people in the rivers and lakes. More than 20 people were inexplicably shocked by this and got up in embarrassment, but instead of being angry after being defeated or humiliated, they had some inexplicable fanaticism.

It's nothing more than a sword, a sword or a sword, a sword or a knife, and so on, not mentioning it.

For these Jianghu people who only want to steal some opportunities from the avenue opportunistically, in the end, the strong are respected.

It's not a shame to be ashamed, and no one knows anyone anyway. This group of people in the rivers and lakes who want to prove immortality and talk about martial arts.

It's just that in the front row of those bedrooms in the north, a middle-aged man walked out, dressed in a gray robe, with a face like a heavy jujube, lips like grease, a beard two feet long, and a majestic style.

This man walked out of the room, and there were three people behind him, Confucianism, monk, and Taoist, all of whom were very old.

At first, the gray-robed and long-haired man had already felt the murderous aura in the courtyard, but now when he saw the tall man's technique in front of him, he couldn't believe it, and sighed in surprise: "Fu Ying Sword Qi Dao?!" Hearing this, he attracted the attention of many warriors in the courtyard, but the next moment he was not surprised by the information revealed by the long-haired man's words, but surprised that these four people gathered together.

Someone was already screaming. Just like the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism condensed in one world and the martial artists who preach the Tao purely with martial arts, there is no old grudge but it is indeed a family of the three religions that do not get along with each other, especially the people in the three religions, the accumulation of incense is nothing more than the admiration and generosity of the donor Tanyue pilgrims, as well as the participation of many believers.

This has formed a phenomenon of secretly competing for opportunities, naturally whoever has more incense, will have more opportunities to prove the avenue.

So much so that everyone knows a rule that the three religions do not interact with each other. It is because the four families gather here, which is unbelievable for many gate lords or warriors.

Perhaps, it is really because of the recent martial arts talk of this Zhongyue Sword Village that brings it together, which is not a big deal.

With one move without a knife stream and a large tornado, Waka Forget, who disturbed half of the courtyard of the Sword Village, still tried to lock down Hanyu Kutao's whereabouts with the help of the remaining qi machine just now, but he really didn't expect that anyone would do it with him.

Naturally, it will not be a fight, the thin monk among these four people, with big steps, has reached the front of the song to forget the worries, the yellow robe and the wide sleeves of the robe are only a wave, the mighty qi that fills the world in this place disappeared at once, dissipated into the invisible, and even the dust that was stirred up when the song forgot to make a move was also wrapped away, floating to the periphery.

Bang

"Mida Buddha", without waiting for the monk to speak, Waka Wang, who could no longer sense the breath of Hanyu walnut, tightened his eyes, and the two scars twisted and wriggled like two sinuous spirit snakes, which was even more terrifying.

Wage forgot his worries and stood up, just listening to it, and asked in a cold voice, "Who is it?" The thin monk who was born in the Buddhist sect and accumulated his mouth industry was sincere, put his hands together and made a joke, and said: "The abbot of the ancient Zen Monastery of Shaolin Dharma, Songyan, I don't know the donor..."

The bamboo pole in his hand that received the supreme great cause of eleven white knives and bamboo gentlemen was thrown again, and the qi in the body once again penetrated out of the body and condensed in the hand, and all the bamboo poles were poured into it.

The monk Songyan, who was silent because he had to be stopped, didn't care about the other party's rudeness in not letting him speak, and the other party's action as if he was nothing again made the old monk who had already cultivated his body, mouth and mind clean frowned slightly, and the sleeves of his robe went back again, but this time he wrapped the bamboo pole in the hand of Hege Wangwu, and he was so stretched that Hege Wangwu stumbled.

Obviously, it was not only because of the sudden action of the old monk that he was caught off guard by Hege's worries, but also because of this monk's cultivation, which is definitely more profound than his understatement.

After a pause in breath, Wage forgot his worries and turned towards the old monk Songyan, although he couldn't see his full face, his frowning brows were enough to let the people around him see his impatience.

He Qingshan, who had long sensed that the momentum was wrong, was still dressed as an old woman, but at this time, he was in a hurry, obviously forgetting the so-called both form and spirit, and lined up with the help of Xiaocha to crowd into a circle that had become a semi-encirclement, and dragged him back as soon as he grabbed the song and forgot his worries.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask why the monk had intervened to stop him, he forced the anger in his heart, lowered his head to avoid that his uncontrollable look would frighten the old man, and tried to maintain a calm tone and said, "What? ”

"Can't do it." He Qingshan's tone was anxious, and he desperately pulled the song to forget his worries,

"You can't do it here." Then he looked at the old monk over there, accompanied by a smiling face,

"Master Songyan, offended, offended." It's just that this outfit with such an expression does teach people an indescribable feeling.

Monk Songyan was very polite, and he took away the sleeves of his robe with a shake of his shoulders, and said

"Mida Buddha", said: "I don't know why Your Excellency is doing it in Jianzhuang?" Without waiting for Waka to reply, the old man in the periphery shouted again: "The Japanese want to escape." He was alert, and the breath in his body was running rapidly, and he unconsciously pulled He Qingshan behind him, and shouted loudly: "Hanyu Hutao, so timid, teach people to be despised!" The qi burst out, either to such a wave of qi, or just to be dragged along, He Qingshan almost fell.

Since he won't get any answer, he forgets about the resurgence of his body. The old monk, who had always been compassionate, reached out to help the old woman who was very inconvenient in his eyes, out of kindness.

It was the vigilant Wage who forgot his worries when the other party made another move, and the bamboo pole reached forward, pointing at the old monk in the slightest.

He Qingshan, who was in the middle, saw it clearly and said hurriedly: "Don't." He Ge forgot his worries and withdrew again, and He Qingshan was supported by the old monk Songyan.

"Why?" Waka forgets worries. The answer was the long-haired middle-aged man who came over, the gray robe was windless, he stroked his rather good-looking beard, and said, "Don't you know the rules of the sword village?" He Qingshan hurriedly explained: "My friend came from Fuying and doesn't understand the rules of Zhuangzhong, so let's go." "Then I have to pull and forget my worries.

Prince Fuying, who was already anxious, said angrily: "Why don't you let me make a move." ”

"Talk about swords, talk about swords, don't use your hands." He Qingshan was afraid that he would not understand the song, and his answer was easy to understand.

Waka's brows furrowed even more,

"Why are these people doing here?"

"The bladeless weapons they used!" Obviously, he had suffered an invisible loss, but he understood why He Qingshan repeatedly blocked himself, took a few deep breaths to calm down the irritable mood in his body, and Song forgot his worries and spit out a breath of turbidity, and then walked towards the four owners who had gathered over there, Mr. Abbot, and said, "I don't want to waste time here now, and I ask a few seniors to blame for the recklessness just now." After speaking, Waka forgot his worries and walked towards the village gate, and in his mind, guarding the village gate would naturally prevent Hanyu Kurumi from escaping.

It's just that it backfired, and the middle-aged man in the gray robe with a handsome beard spoke: "Your Excellency, can you wait, you have admired the Fuying Sword Qi Dao for a long time, and you can see it today, it is really a bit itchy, can you teach you a lesson or two?" He Ge forgot to worry about it, and he didn't want to delay any longer, so he refused: "If the seniors have a heart, can you wait for me to finish solving the hand..."

"This is a bad word, this is a bad word." An old man in a high-crowned robe and moon-white Confucian clothes took a step forward and said with a smile: "The beauty of a gentleman's adulthood, Your Excellency has come from afar, and we have not yet fulfilled the friendship of the landlord, so we are in such a hurry to leave?" Waka forgot his worries and frowned.

He Qingshan said softly: "Tell them your identity, be accommodating." Kazuka obviously didn't want to make such a decision, in his mind, he was the first to offend, and there was really no need to do such a depressing thing.

Seeing that Hege forgot his worries and hesitated, He Qingshan said again: "Or tell them why you want to catch Hanyu walnuts, they understand the cause and effect, and they won't make it difficult." He Ge shook his head in his heart, although he came to Da Zhou not to be secret, but he could not let outsiders know the purpose, if he made the words clear, he was afraid that it would cause unnecessary trouble.

At the moment, the other party deliberately stops himself, and he won't let himself leave easily, and the reason for it, and he can't figure out how to forget his worries.

Although it is said that he is unreasonable and unruly, he also stopped in time after understanding the rules here, and lowered his posture, why did he still hold on to himself like this?

As everyone knows, Wage forgot his worries and couldn't understand this middle song, and He Qingshan on the side glanced at Xiaocha without a trace.

The little girl with a big ghost rolled her eyes, grabbed the little screaming flower who had just been frightened by the song outside and forgot her worries, whispered a decent thing, solemnly explained, and patted him on the shoulder to show encouragement.

Xiao Zhaohua also cooperated, nodded frequently, and then took the order to go, like a decent look. He Qingshan persuaded again: "Let's explain the reason to them, and we should not be embarrassed again." He Ge shook his head without worry, and no longer paid attention to He Qingshan, who was scheming in his heart, but looked at the four important figures on Songshan Mountain, and said, "What do you mean?" It was still the old Confucian who always had a gentle smile on his face and said, "Just want to understand your country's sword qi, how long can you delay your honor?" The old Taoist priest in a light gray robe on the side also echoed: "When you enter the Sword Village, Your Excellency is not following the rules, we can not blame those who don't know, but it's just a temporary itch, is it possible that I won't meet this request?" "Waka forgets worries and just doesn't say anything.

The long-haired man, who has only been the owner of the village for a year, is afraid that he will change the position of others in these few days: "If there is really an emergency, Your Excellency can explain that we will not force it." He Ge sneered, looked at He Qingshan, and said, "Why do you seem to want to know the purpose of my coming to Da Zhou?" He Qingshan chuckled in his heart, shook his head and said, "It's okay to tell them, it's important to catch Hanyu Walnut." Wage shook his head with a bamboo pole, and said meaningfully: "Qingshan, I said it all, only when I see the third watch of the night, I will explain the reason for this, this time, I can do nothing that has happened." He Qingshan, who was obviously a little flustered, had a trace of concern in his eyes, but he returned to normal after a blink of an eye,

"What do you mean by that?" And the song forgot to ignore the storyteller who pretended to be an old woman and shocked the great Zhou, and then towards the little tea who had never spoken from beginning to end,

"Trouble little tea girl, can you continue to send someone to track down Hanyu Walnut?" For some reason, the little girl who suddenly talked to herself tilted her head to look at Shen Yin, but she first looked at He Qingshan, and then looked at the four not far away, the monk and Taoist Confucian scholar, and the middle-aged man with long hair and fluttering, and then said like a mosquito: "I've been asking people to look for him." He Ge smiled deeply, facing the leader of the three sects with a long breath, but the words were for He Qingshan,

"I said I wouldn't talk about it, no matter what, I won't reveal half a point, Qingshan, I can probably guess what you think."

"Wage, I..." Some panicked storytellers were a little clumsy for the first time, and they didn't know what to say when the words came to their mouths.

Wage forgot to chuckle and patted her on the shoulder very casually,

"It's okay, we're friends. But, you have to understand that my bottom line is not. "The prince of Fuying, who had come from far away, straightened up,

"Just this once, not the next one." I couldn't see the unnaturalness in He Qingshan's expression, who was a little aggrieved, and I couldn't see the disdain of Xiao Cha on the side looking at He Qingshan, and he took a step forward with his worries.

"And after seven years, I will learn the skills of the Great Zhou Warriors." He turned his head at the end, the corners of his mouth were full of smiles, and even the two scars that were originally very scary brought a soothing arc,

"Remember the next time I tell the story, I will talk to me better." The breath is fully open, and the majestic qi machine envelops this world, and it is endless.

"Fu Ying and Song forget their worries, Mengpan Mountain Night Family helps, melts sword qi and swordsmanship, and hereby teaches the methods of the four seniors." The white knife and bamboo gentleman responded to the sheath.

A mistake in the backhand is just a mistake, the narrow thief is split in two, and a strange blade as thin as a cicada's wing appears out of thin air.

Wage forgets his worries on the left and right, his arms intersect in front of his chest, and his body is short and rushes forward, like a bison ready to go, and the surrounding qi rises again and again, forcing the people around him to retreat uncontrollably.

"Let's go together, I'm in a hurry." The scar on Waka's face is bloodshot, just like two red snakes wriggling.

"Two knife streams, double play." The qi engine suddenly rose three feet and three feet, bent and zigzagged straight up to the nine heavens, and set off dust.

Obviously, the four members of the Sanjiao family all had palpitations. The song forgets its worries and rushes forward, like a sheathed knife, like an arrow off the string, moving forward and unstoppable.

The air waves are like the tide by the river, like the huge waves on the sea, enveloping the power of heaven and earth, and suddenly sinking.

"Rush!" He Qingshan sighed.

"Got into trouble."