Taixuan heard the secrets of the great master of the inner scene from the mouth of Shan Meixian, and after supplementing his shortcomings in the theory and direction of the inner scene, in order to repay her for providing these secrets, he passed on his self-created "Qinglian Dingshen True Solution" to Shan Meixian, and at the same time sighed that the two Jin sects and sects controlled knowledge and resources really strictly, forming a unique hundreds of thousands of years of cold scholars, and it was very difficult for the ancients to obtain knowledge channels! .

"Haha, I will definitely become a great grandmaster who has never been achieved by anyone in the Yin Sect for hundreds of years!" After getting Taixuan's "Qinglian Fixing God True Solution" and learning about the powerful effect of this secret book for refining gods, Shan Meixian couldn't close her mouth with a smile, and she was arrogant.

"You practice first!" Seeing that he couldn't find Beidan Meixian who was already happy, Taixuan deliberately poured cold water.

"Monk, you have to have confidence in your self-created magic skills, you are really a genius that is rare in a hundred years!" Shan Meixian was very optimistic, and praised Taixuan by the way.

"I lack confidence in your qualifications," Tai Xuan replied, causing Shan Meixian to be angry and chase after him all over the yard.

In the twelfth year of the Great Cause, in July, Yang Guang went to Jiangdu from Luoyang, which was the third time he went to Jiangdu (Yangzhou) after becoming emperor, and finally died there. The world is now in chaos, people from all walks of life are rebelling one after another, Yang Guang has lost the control of the world, and even the capital of the Great Sui can not go back, he is disheartened, and begins to become more and more desolate and comatose in Jiangdu, and orders Wang Shichong to select Jianghuai folk beauties to enrich the harem, and drink and have fun every day.

After Taixuan heard that Yang Guang had gone down to Jiangdu again, he and Shan Meixian went down from Huashan. After more than half a year, Taixuan had consolidated the cultivation of the great grandmaster, and decided to go down the mountain to join forces and find a few grandmasters to practice, and the first person he was targeting was Fu Cailin. It's really his female apprentice who danced too happily in the Central Plains, assassinating officials in various ways, or assassinating those capable officials who are close to the people, so as to continue to sprinkle a handful of salt on the wounds in the civil strife in the Central Plains, which is already worse. Bringing Shan Meixian is to let her kill Fu Cailin's female apprentice, she is really the number one master she is famous in the world, and taking the initiative to hunt down Fu Cailin's female apprentice is really raising her value. The Central Plains is in civil strife, and Taixuan doesn't want to get involved too much, but he can still solve these foreign masters who stir up trouble in the Central Plains, plus some traitors! .

Jiang Du, Fu Junwu, failed to assassinate Yang Guang, and was followed by Taixuan, who had a heart. In a dense forest on the northern outskirts of the city, Taixuan did not show up at the gate of a ruined temple, and Shan Meixian stopped Fu Junwu.

Fu Junwu wore a bamboo hat on her head, hung down a heavy veil, covering her pretty face above her lips, dressed in a snow-white samurai suit, standing tall and nervously with her sword.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, I'll borrow your head!" Shan Meixian said coldly, and before Fu Junwu could reply, a gorgeous sword light just fell from her body, instantly killing Fu Junwu, who had already entered the Great Zhou Tian of the day after tomorrow and had not yet realized her divine will. The sword in Fu Junwu's hand was still in the future, and her head had fallen to the ground, and blood spurted out from her body.

Goguryeo, Yijian Pavilion, Fu Cailin looked at the Taixuan war letter sent back with Fu Junwu's head, looked at the apprentice's head and directly tore off the letter in his hand.

Goguryeo in September was already very cold, although it was not snowing, the cold wind blew, and the skin of the people who could still blow was broken, and there was no one in the suburbs, Taixuan and Fu Cailin were opposed, and Shan Meixian stood not far from Taixuan to watch the battle. Behind Fu Cailin was his other disciple Fu Junyu, Fu Junyu's own sister, who was looking at Shan Meixian with hatred on her face.

Tai Xuan looked at Fu Cailin's narrow and unusually long face, his forehead was particularly high, his chin was particularly slender, and the rest of his facial features were all crowded together, the curved and folded nose bridge was towering and huge, and his eyes and mouth were even smaller than those of his mouth.

Fu Cailin had anger and killing intent in his heart, Taixuan still felt it, especially when he first met, he deliberately glanced at Shan Meixian and the knife a few times, which made Taixuan vigilant, and was a little worried that Fu Cailin suddenly killed Shan Meixian when the two were fighting swords, and suddenly regretted letting Shan Meixian behead Fu Jun's concubine, and thought: "It seems that it is going to be decided quickly, it is best to determine life and death with a sword, it is not advisable to fight the sword slowly, I dare not bet on his character, I can't take a look at Fu Cailin's swordsmanship and Jiuxuan Dafa, it's a pity!"

"Today is not only a decisive victory, but also a decisive life and death, a sword to determine victory or defeat!" Tai Xuan said suddenly.

"Okay!" Fu Cailin agreed, his voice fell and his heart was already calm, and suddenly there was a temperament of loving life, but his eyes seemed to be a bystander outside the world with all his heart and soul, the divine will was ethereal, the mind was in harmony with the body and mind, the hand and sword were one, and the sword was in harmony with the god, and the whole person was in a state of triad, round as one.

Taixuan stood opposite Fu Cailin plainly, his demeanor was very easy-going, his spirit was mixed, but it was very natural and comfortable, as if people were standing there very naturally, and as if that place was supposed to be Taixuan standing.

The icy cold wind whistled through, and the two of them were still motionless when they were nine zhang away from each other, and when the whistling wind became subtle, until the moment when there was none, the two of them moved, Taixuan drew his sword technique, and flashed. Fu Cailin's sword was slow, expecting the enemy to be the first, the first strike first became the last to be uncontrolled, just like the first hand to prepare for the game of chess became the second hand, and the enemy was not expected to be the first, the sword was just out of the sheath, Taixuan's sword had been pierced into the throat at the same time the sword qi pierced the back of the throat spine, the sword qi raged in the brain, the sword broke through the throat and instantly returned to the sword into the sheath, and the Taixuan people also stood in the same place at the same time.

Fu Cailin could only feel that Taixuan's sword was fast, too fast, and he didn't have time to make a sword to fight the opponent's sword, and the enemy machine was expected to be first, and the first-strike system was completely invalid, only to know that his Yi swordsmanship was completely unsuitable for this extremely fast sword, and his throat moved a few times, he couldn't make a sound, and he fell to the ground and died.

Shan Meixian was in a cold sweat after seeing it, especially after the two of them took out the sword, the hairs stood on end, and the instinct of the mind actually lagged behind the speed of the sword.

Fu Junyu saw the master who was like a god in his heart, the god in the hearts of all Goryeo people, suddenly died, his heart collapsed, his face turned into a crying face with hatred, his eyes couldn't stop crying, his lips were pursed to prevent him from crying, he picked up the master with the sword, hugged Fu Cailin's body and left, without leaving a cruel word.

"Let's go, desert grassland, Bi Xuan!" Tai Xuan shouted awake, and Shan Meixian, who was still immersed in the artistic conception of the sword just now.

In less than half a month, the news of the death of Fu Cailin, the master of the Goguryeo Grandmaster, spread throughout the martial arts of the Central Plains, and he was killed by the world's first master who was also a grandmaster, the original Buddhist master, and the current Taixuan Daoist, and the world was a sensation. I heard that the Taixuan Dao people went to the grassland, and everyone looked at Bi Xuan, the master of the grassland master, and the spies in the rivers and lakes were very lively, and they all kept asking for news towards the grassland.