Zhuge Chen did this, naturally he didn't want to commit suicide. But now with his realm, it is really not a simple matter to manifest the way of the sword, so it can only be at the cost of the essence of the eyebrows. As a saint, the middle-aged man still has the stomach to take advantage of this opportunity to make a move, so he has been standing not far away, letting the ice shatter, and the goose feathers and snow are slowly falling. At both ends of the sky, here is the cold winter snow, and here is the summer rain. A pond emerged from Zhuge Chen's feet, and his toes tapped lightly in the water, and there was not a trace of ripples. On the edge of the pond, there is a small yellow flower blooming quietly. Zhuge Chen stretched out his hand to pluck the flower, but clenched his fist and crushed it.

The way of sword cultivation is the magic of bamboo baskets. Although Bai Yi stayed in this realm for a short time, he still didn't know much about his "Dao". The reason why he was able to change the world in the small world at that time was actually more dependent on the endless source of majestic qi brought by the foundation of the mountains and rivers at that time. Now even if Zhuge Chen really has the heart to do this, he is not strong enough. If you force yourself to do this, you may leave endless hidden dangers for your future realm climbing. But even if it was just that, he was confident that the middle-aged man would not be able to hurt himself at all by turning the sword into snow. There was already the speed brought by the white horse, and the mirror flowers and water moon were already spreading around him. Even if it is really a middle-aged man's carefully arranged killing game, it will not achieve the desired effect. The sword path of other sword cultivators is more for the improvement of their own killing power. Just like the snow in front of the door, after the snow falls and melts, it is the time when the saint himself is weak. Of course, it is a little unrealistic to delay until the snow really falls with the sage's wit.

And Zhuge Chen's kendo is completely different, whether it is the derived white horse or the original bamboo basket to draw water, it is more about protecting itself. If you really want to wait until you can use this to make the killing power increase by leaps and bounds, you don't know what year and month it will be. It's just that Zhuge Chen is not in a hurry at all, as long as the realm can climb step by step. It's a big deal that he has been dormant in the world for a long enough time, at least until he can cope with the killing and robbery of the heavens. You can't bother Li Jingyun for everything, although the old thing is a great sword immortal, but after all, he is not his personal bodyguard, not to mention that if he really thinks that there is no danger in his heart, the whole person will slack off, and he will no longer be able to break the shackles of the layers.

The middle-aged man looked at the pond, although he didn't know the mystery in his heart, he still took the lead. The whole person disappeared in place, retreated, and hid in the snow. On the other hand, the snow is drifting slower and slower. Since you have haste as a guarantee, I will not seek to be fast but to be slow. See how you break the game. The wind and snow gradually approached Zhuge Chen, and Bai Yi clenched his fists and hit the pond under his feet, causing countless splashes. Zhuge Chen's figure is reflected in every drop of water, and from this moment on, this is his countless true body. Every sword is a myriad of swords. As for sword qi, this is even more so, how to prevent it?

Naturally, it is impossible to prevent it!

It is obviously a sword path that tends to shelter, but in Zhuge Chen's hands, it is an attacking weapon, and it really varies from person to person.

The wind and snow wrapped the clouds in layers, and even the cultivators in Jiangshui City under their feet felt that the weather was cold. The two sisters, who were in the small courtyard, could not bear the cold and had already returned to the house. Feeling that his hands and feet were still cold, he got up the stove and lay down on the bed, but he still lay by the window, trying his best to look at the sky. Fortunately, the middle-aged man's heart was as careful as his hair, and he had already called the large array in the city to shield any qi that might flow out of this place. Otherwise, if someone knows that Zhuge Chen is not only living well, but also better than before. If you want to distinguish between high and low with the saint, then even if Bai Yi can still return to the world, life will be more difficult than before.

The state of mind of cultivators and cultivators is different, and the reason why Huangchengzi took the lead in setting up the situation back then, and even did not hesitate to invite Zhuge Chen into the urn with the help of the power of the Quartet, was that he didn't feel how shameful it was. The word "counting" has nothing to do with the background. If Zhuge Chen hadn't stepped into it, the Imperial City would not have felt sorry for himself, at best, he would just sigh, and turn around to plan for something else. But if it is now known by others that he has been removed from the Zhuge family, and Zhuge Chen, who has no protection, is alive and well, it will inevitably be tempting. Even if it is to send a great Zhen Dao to go to the world to hibernate in the world, just to kill Zhuge Chen, it is a very simple matter. If you don't make a move, as long as you appear in front of Baiyi, after all, it is when he is the weakest. When the time comes, a casual blow can kill him. Something like this, such a smart person as the Imperial City would naturally not do it. It's true to kill Zhuge Chen, but in this way, he is equivalent to admitting in disguise that he is inferior to the other party, and it is because of fear that he committed this poisonous move. As a result, the damaged state of mind cannot be remedied for a lifetime. What he wants is either to punish the heart, this trick has been used, and it has not worked. Then there is only one way to go, but you have to do it yourself, and you have to defeat the other party in the fight to catch the other.

The middle-aged man knew that it would be difficult for the ice sword to cause any harm to the other party, so he simply didn't use it, but instead sank the snow and turned it into ice, why was it by Zhuge Chen's side. And as an ice sculpture formed in front of Zhuge Chen, Bai Yi realized that he shouldn't let the other party do this. It was too late, but he didn't want to be caught just like that. But when he took a step, the ice sculpture suddenly shattered. The sword qi burst out from it, sweeping through the sky, and at the same time, there was a tornado that lifted Zhuge Chen, wanting to blow away from the Nine Heavens.

"I won't bully you either, I've suppressed my realm to the realm of Zhen Dao now. Originally, I wanted to be in the same realm as you, but I'm afraid that won't be able to contain you, so it's best to think about it now. The middle-aged man, just in case, erected a few ice sculptures not far away, as long as Zhuge Chen could get out of the dragon scroll, what was waiting for him was a more violent attack that was several times stronger than Fang Cai: "Otherwise, one of my saints will be defeated in your hands, and from now on, don't think about staying in Jiangshui City again." Those mouths are very rude, and just burying them is enough to annoy me!"

After some fighting, he now recognizes Zhuge Chen. It's just that this tornado is a condensation of sword qi, and there are nine of them, and they are usually carved on their goose feather swords. Even if it is a random dragon scroll, if there is no reservation, even a cultivator of the Great Zhen Dao realm may not be able to get out of it safely. It was used to deal with Zhuge Chen, which was more than enough in his opinion. And that's exactly what happened, but what if the dragon scroll didn't come into contact with Zhuge dust at all?

At the moment when the ice sculpture exploded, Zhuge Chen caused the water droplets around him to collide. Since he was in the middle of his kendo mirror, it was not difficult to deceive a middle-aged man. All he needed was a momentary gap for the other party to believe it. The droplets play a decisive role, leading him to face the tornado, and he escapes with the help of the white horse. It's just that I'm afraid that the middle-aged man will notice it too soon, so he didn't go to the other party's side as before. Instead, he swayed up with the dragon scroll, waiting for the time to leave a little wound on the saint's body as well.

When the middle-aged man finished speaking, Zhuge Chen fell from the sky, and the cold light on the rubber pillar sword in his hand rose sharply, and the sky seemed to fall with his figure. Although it was only lowered by half an inch, the power of this sword was like a heavenly punishment. The only remaining droplets of water around Bai Yi shattered one by one, helping him block the Heavenly Dao punishment he deserved. Rao is like this, Zhuge Chen himself was not spared, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his own qi was also intermittent at this time, almost because this sword could not be handed over and his previous efforts were lost.

When the middle-aged man discovered Zhuge Chen, it was already too late. The two collided together, and the heavenly punishment on the rubber pillar sword was poured on the middle-aged man's body. This place suddenly turned into a sea of thunder, and countless thunderbolts landed here, shaking Zhuge Chen to bleed even if he covered his ears. In the end, he could only temporarily close his five senses with sword qi, hurting the enemy by one thousand and self-inflicting eight hundred.

He looked at the thunderous Wan Jun in front of him, and said with a miserable smile: "With the current realm, it is still a little hot to perform this trick, and even I almost died." However, the Heavenly Dao anger caused by half an inch of the heavens, even if you are a saint, it is not a simple matter to get rid of it, right? ”

Bai Yi sat weakly in the air, and the Sanchen Sword held him up to avoid smashing to the ground. Even at this moment, he was still thinking about how to make the thunder sea in front of him more ferocious.

Zhuge Chen has always dared to think and do, and after coughing up a large pool of blood, he struggled to stand up. He didn't dare to use the rubber pillar sword that had been washed away by the anger of the sky, for fear that he would be implicated because of it, and he would have to follow the catastrophe. That's why he chose to use the Sanchen Sword to pour the power of the stars into the tip of the sword, making the thunder in the thunder pool more and more violent. Although the heavenly punishment triggered this time was really small compared to Fang Cai, in this way, the thunder also affected him at this time. Although he is on the periphery, he can't cope at all in his current state. The whole body was shattered by the thunder, if it weren't for the fact that his body was particularly tough, I am afraid that there would be no time for a stick of incense to die here.

Fortunately, the middle-aged man who was in the center of Heavenly Punishment finally stopped deliberately suppressing his realm at this time, and the power of the saint was comparable to that of the Heavenly Dao. Although it was also a lot of trouble, he still got out of it. At the same time, he rescued Zhuge Chen, who was unconscious, and went back to his hut in Jiangshui City together. As soon as he entered the house, the middle-aged man began to get busy. Over the years, he has treasured all the great tonic medicines that he has found in rummaging through the cabinets, and he has not spared any regrets in using them all on Zhuge Chen's body. Anyway, now that he has reached the realm of a saint, these herbs that were used to save lives are now of little effect. What's more, now he is very optimistic about Zhuge Chen, that is only the destiny of heaven! Not only can he persist under the hands of the saint, but he can also bring him a lot of trouble. What surprised him even more was that Zhuge Chen's sword path "Mirror Flower Water Moon" was able to lead the heavenly tribulation for his own use, which was really incredible.

Today's white-clothed realm is still low, so it can have killing power, if you wait until a hundred years later, then it will be worth it? Even if Zhuge Chen is not greedy this time, he finally wants to make the power of the thunder greater, and forcibly uses the power of the stars to make a move, but honestly stays out of the matter. At best, it is just exhaustion, and it is far from ending up in the point where you are seriously injured and unawake and asking for hardship. He now knew why Li Jingyun valued this white-clothed young man so much, just with his sword dao, there were infinite possibilities.

The middle-aged man felt it, and said with emotion: "I have a kendo, and it's time for it to flourish." "Ninety-nine Chinese

The herbs hidden by the sage were naturally not bad, and that night, Zhuge Chen came to his senses. When he opened his eyes, he saw a middle-aged man sitting under an oil lamp reading a book of poetry. Although he is no longer a Confucian student, he has always maintained this habit. When I have nothing to do, I read it for a while, and after years and months, it is not just a rich five cars.

Bai Yi struggled to sit up and said, "Wasn't I also trapped by Lei Chi, how did I heal so quickly?"

The middle-aged man spoke: "I will no longer suppress the realm, and I will use the saint to break the Thunder Chi Heavenly Punishment and save you with my hands." At that time, you were too badly injured, so I gave you some herbs. Don't worry, you can still recuperate here these days. Anyway, the Great Sword Immortal has already instructed me to give you that flying sword, and I did think that since it was a blessing in Jiangshui City, it was naturally destined for those who knew about it. But now it's very willing, if that flying sword falls into someone else's hands, it will be shameful, and it should be given to you. ”

"That's embarrassing. Although he was so polite, Zhuge Chen was smiling, and his face was full of smugness.

It is naturally good to be able to get a blessing with peace of mind, but if you repeatedly refuse, it will seem fake. What's more, Zhuge Chen is not a person who cherishes his feathers very much, and the only rule of life is just to do what he wants without harming others. And most of the sword cultivation is like this, if there are really indecisive people, no matter how good the talent is, at least on the road of sword cultivation, it will not go far. It is born from the heart, and this is especially true of kendo. How can a narrow-minded practitioner realize the magnificent kendo?

The middle-aged man chuckled softly, and when the candle on the table was extinguished, the room became bright. He immediately said: "The reason why I only light a candle when reading a book is that I have been used to it for many years, and I can't change it." It was only at this time that I felt that I was not the sword cultivator I am today, but the Confucian scholar I used to be. ”

"Reading under the lamp, the seniors are so elegant. Zhuge Chen flattered.

The middle-aged man seemed to remember something, and asked, "What is your kendo? Is it really the same as when you fought with me, you can lead to heavenly punishment and you can get out of it? Or is this also the same as your white horse, just a means derived from kendo." ”

Zhuge Chen didn't hide it, no matter what, the middle-aged man had already helped him very much, whether it was agreeing to his unreasonable request to compete in kendo, or taking care of him in every way after he killed the cultivator in Jiangshui City, it made Bai Yi feel that this saint had a good mind and didn't have to refuse people thousands of miles away. What's more, even Li Jingyun told his biggest secret - his identity to the other party, and compared with it, his kendo is not something that has to be hidden: "In fact, it is also a derived means, I once had an adventure, so that my realm temporarily leapt and bound, and then realized my own kendo." Although I can't say it very clearly now, it is probably that the virtual is the real, and the real is the virtual! The difference between the two is completely up to me, but now the realm is low, and there is no way to really do so. It seems that the heavenly punishment used to deal with your predecessors is actually first drawn on my body, from the real to the void, and then the qi is pulled and landed on my sword, and then it is re-realized. ”

The middle-aged man was thoughtful, and then amazed. Compared with the white-clothed kendo in front of him, where is the snow in front of his door worthy of the word mysterious? Just between the virtual and the real, it can produce infinite interpretation.

He sighed and said in his heart: It is really more popular than people.

"Thanks to your herbs, senior, my current injury is no longer a big problem. If there's nothing to do, I'll go back first, so I don't have to trouble you from here. Zhuge Chen opened his mouth and said, he was actually worried that the two sisters would take advantage of their time here to cultivate and leave him. Anyway, the handle is still in their hands now, if they lose it now, wouldn't they have eaten the bitter pain of cooking a few days ago?

The middle-aged man thought about it, and it was indeed not a way to leave Zhuge Chen here for a long time. Anyway, it is in Jiangshui City, as long as his life is in danger, he will take decisive action. Even if he violated the rules, he might be criticized by several other city lords, but it was certainly worth it for a young man to be able to realize such a kendo.

Looking at the back of Zhuge Chen waving his hands and walking out of the room, the middle-aged man remembered an idiom for no reason, and he felt sorry for each other. It's just a pity that the snow in front of his door is only a shame in front of other people's mirrors.

......

By the time Zhuge Chen returned to the small courtyard according to the guidance left by the middle-aged man, it was already early in the morning of the next day. The sage's herbs really worked, and it was only one night's work, and the white clothes were alive and well. As usual, he went into the kitchen to make a fire and cook, and when it was three o'clock in the morning, he went and woke up the two girls and told them to come and eat quickly.

It's just that the atmosphere on the table today is different from the past, the two women looked at Zhuge Chen as if they had never seen it before, and the back of the white clothes was cold, and they wanted to take the dishes and chopsticks back to their own room to eat several times.

Qin'er was the first to break the deadlock and asked, "Zhuge Chen, are you and that saint...... Who won in the end?"

Zhuge Chen thought for a while, and then said with a smile: "There is no winning or losing, it's over." ”