Swordsmen seem to like green shirts, and there are not many words that everyone in the world can know. Zhang Muliu's favorite book, the protagonist is practicing boxing and swords. In the book, it is said that the martial artist should teach the people of the world to look up at it, as if they were seeing the sky. The swordsman held the sword so that the immortals in the sky only dared to peep from afar, and did not dare to come to the mortal.

The swordsman in that book is the Tsing Yi Sword.

The young Taoist priest had already driven the clouds to return to Juye, but he turned back after seeing the movement in the sky. When I came back, I had nothing to say, I could only watch people fight.

Jiang Huang asked for him: "What do you say?"

Zhang Muliu shook his head, said that he would not necessarily lose, and then walked away with You Fang Taoyun.

The swordsmen asked each other for swords, but in fact, the sea of clouds was the best.

The young man in white took off the hairpin on the top of his head, carefully tucked it into his cuffs, looked at the guy who was nearly twice his age, and said with a smile: "Although I haven't been to Qingtang City, I have heard of it a little. It's just that your surname Qi is really rare. If I am the one who writes the book, when people see this word, they will think that I am pretending. ”

Qi Fengxu smiled, looked at Zhang Muliu with a sword in one hand, shook his head and said, "This future leader of the younger generation of Shengshen Continent has a lot to say, right?"

Zhang Muliu restrained his smile, and also held the sword in one hand, but he couldn't stop fighting: "I have long heard that Brother Qi is famous, today you and I have the honor to fight, what ranking before and after is secondary, it's best not to keep your hands in the fight." ”

The green-shirted swordsman was in a riot, and a green smoke came in an instant, and the long sword went straight to Zhang Muliu's forehead. The latter carried the sword in one arm and erected the long sword in front, the body of the sword blocking the tip of the sword.

Qi Feng laughed and said, "Te a lot of nonsense. ”

The white-clothed swordsman also smiled faintly, shook his head slightly, pinned the sword body to the tip of the sword, and slashed the hilt along the opponent's blade, and the fire was shining for a while.

Both of them exuded a body of sword intent, and each of them retreated a hundred feet away under the collision.

The girl Fang Cong cried with a sad face, and asked in a low voice: "Can you beat it?" This person is as famous as your Senior Brother Jiang." ”

Zhang Muliu took off the wine gourd and poured it wildly, then threw it to Fang Cong, and said, "Don't drink it secretly, the idea is prickly." ”

The young man in white flew out again, like a white rainbow. The green-shirted swordsman on the opposite side also turned into green smoke, and the two figures became blurred, only a few afterimages could be seen all the way to a higher place, and the muffled sound of the explosion and thunder under the fierce collision could be heard for hundreds of miles.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and Zhang Muliu suddenly retreated again, smashing a big hole in the sea of clouds, but on the other hand, the green-shirted swordsman was hovering in mid-air with a sword in one hand, so a sword immortal.

The young man in white appeared next to Fang Shallot out of thin air, spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and took a sip of wine gourd, and did not forget to tell him not to drink secretly.

Before Fang Cong could roll his eyes, he rushed up again in white clothes.

This time, he changed to a sword in his left hand, but after a few slashes under the entanglement of the sword intent, he returned the heavy blow given by Qi Fengxu earlier, and the latter also fell into the sea of clouds and returned suddenly, spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and said with a smile: "It turned out to be a left-hander." ”

Zhang Muliu's face was strange, and he changed his right hand to hold the sword, turning into Bai Hong and instantly went over to slash a sword, the latter dodged sideways, turned over and slashed Zhang Muliu's lower abdomen with a sword.

The young man in white was able to dodge, and said with a black face: "This is a bit unkind, right?"

said that it was another blow and slashing, which was the posture of chopping bamboo leaves with a wooden sword when he was young.

Obviously it was just an ordinary sword, but Qi Fengxu was shocked and almost took off the long sword.

The few people watching the battle couldn't really see it, but they judged who had the upper hand by virtue of where the two of them were located. At this time, seeing Qi Fengxu constantly retreating, Fang Cong shouted happily: "Sure enough, the surname Zhang is more powerful." ”

Jiang Huang poured a basin of cold water at the right time, and the one-armed young man shook his head and said, "Brother Zhang's swordsmanship is really sparse! ”

The words of the one-armed swordsman, Zhang Muliu listened to it sincerely. At this moment, if he hadn't been distracted by the sinister guy in front of him, he would definitely have turned around and scolded: "Damn it, do you think Lao Tzu doesn't want to learn swordsmanship?"

Zhang Muliu said in his heart, in the future, he must pester the old cripple and learn swordsmanship from Si Seventeen for a few days, otherwise it would be too embarrassing to be like today.

Sure enough, Qi Fengxu smiled at this moment, holding the sword in one hand and the other behind him, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang, who did you learn this swordsmanship from? ”

Zhang Muliu looked strange, and simply stood still, waiting for Qi Feng's murderous move to arrive.

The green-shirted swordsman has already attacked, and his moves are all flaws when Ben Zhang Muliu made his move, but he attacked violently, and he didn't touch anyone.

The white-clothed swordsman smiled and said, "I don't know what my next move is, what can you do if you see through it?"

A word wakes up people in dreams, many people in dreams.

Fang Cong kept asking Jiang Huang, but the one-armed young man was also puzzled and couldn't understand.

Yu Mengmeng, who had recovered her daughter's body over there, twisted her waist and stepped forward and said with a smile: "The so-called swordsmanship is just a move after move, that is, our sword waiting is not very elegant." ”

Jiang Huang turned his head to look at Yu Mengmeng, the one-armed swordsman at this time had to look at Yu Mengmeng.

The two people above stopped again, and Zhang Muliu said with a smile: "I can't cut you, and you can't cut me, what's the matter?"

Qi Feng drew a sword qi with a black face, and a flying sword swept out from the center of his eyebrows, instantly turning into thousands, and stabbed at Zhang Muliu with the sword qi.

Zhang Muliu looked strange, and said in his heart that everyone who uses a sword likes to bluff people, and then there is a hidden flying sword to come and sneak attack?

No, it's because he doesn't have enough skills like him, so he relies on quantity to make up. Qi Feng is not like this.

The young man in white looked solemn, these thousands of flying swords, although they were not very powerful, they were all real. It is quite similar to Jiang Mohang's natal sword when he used it, but it can't be like the nine tricks of the sword, it is divided into nine, everything is true, but everything is false.

Competing with this kind of genius sword cultivator of the same realm, he is still a little weaker.

I saw the flames overflowing from the young man in white, and under the flames, the sea of clouds was steamed into water vapor.

It's also a shame that there are no people down here, otherwise don't you want to see the wonders of a day and two days?

Zhang Muliu held You Fang in his hand, rushed to the middle of thousands of long swords like a burning man, resisted the sword qi with sword qi, and then burst out with a body of sword intent, thousands of sword shadows dissipated in an instant, and only one was still in the air.

Qi Feng was dumbfounded, and Zhang Muliu was also confused.

What's going on?

The white-clothed young man retracted his sword intent, and the flying sword fled back to Qi Fengxu frantically as if he had been greatly frightened.

The green-shirted swordsman's face became gloomy, and the long sword in his hand was behind his back, and a long sword appeared out of thin air.

"How dare you hold it up so much, you don't even need the natal sword?" Qi Fengxu frowned.

Zhang Muliu just held the game in his hand and was indifferent.

The green-shirted swordsman came over in an instant, his sword aura was long, his sword intent was monstrous, and Zhang Muliu was defeated and retreated. Suddenly, another sword qi was slashed, cutting through the sea of broken clouds, and heading straight for Zhang Muliu. The young man in white had to resist with all his might, and he could only stop after being split out for hundreds of feet.

Qi Fengxu frowned and shouted, "Zhang Muliu, are you sick? You can stop me without the Natal Sword? Why don't you use that sword intent? Are you afraid of hitting someone from me?"

Zhang Muliu patted his shirt, put You Fang behind him, shook his head and said: "If you don't fight, you won't fight, you've come all the way to fight, and you don't need real skills, so it's not interesting to fight." ”

The green-shirted swordsman frowned slightly, and at this moment, there was another transmission in his ears, it was the guy who was unwilling to take out the natal sword.

Zhang Muliu's voice was full of sarcasm: "I didn't expect to win the Shenzhou Qi Feng, and I came all the way to pretend to defeat me." ”

Qi Fengxu frowned and said: "I don't want either, but I bet and lose to one person, so I have to be willing to gamble and lose." If it weren't for that, you wouldn't be able to make it to where you are now. ”

The young man in white just shook his head, and then said: "My generation of swordsmen, I can actually fight fake fights, don't let me look down on you." You just have to let go and we'll have a good fight. ”

After speaking, he stopped transmitting the sound, stretched out his arm and shouted Nanshan, and a long sword broke through the air.

Zhang Muliu held Nanshan in his hand, and his sense was serious, "The natal sword, its name is Nanshan." ”

I saw a white-clothed sword going up, and the fire around him dissipated, but there was a wisp of pure Dao Sect true intent.

Qi Fengxu laughed loudly, raised his sword and slashed away, and then he was dumbfounded.

The white-clothed swordsman seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, fell straight into the sea of clouds, fell into the river and smashed a huge wave, and after a long time it crawled out of the water wet, lying on the shore, as if he didn't even have the strength to move.

Yu Qian and Fang Cong had already rushed to Zhang Muliu's side, and only Jiang Huang was holding his forehead behind slowly.

The one-armed swordsman really didn't want to say anything more, since he beat Zhang Muliu to Nanshan and pretended to be the natal sword, he knew that this guy was definitely going to make some trouble.

The most helpless thing is estimated to be Qi Fengxu.

Trick me into taking out the sword and pretending to be defeated?

The leader, who was as famous as Jiang Mohang, suddenly covered his chest, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell into the sea of clouds like Zhang Muliu, went to take a bath in the big river, and climbed to the opposite bank after a long time.

Qi Fengxu held his sword with one hand, knelt on one knee on the mudflat, blood continued to overflow from the corners of his mouth, as if he had exhausted his last bit of strength, and said loudly: "Brother Zhang! ”

Zhang Muliu was lying on the other side of the riverbank, the corners of his mouth twitching.

This fucking opponent has been encountered!

The young man's white clothes had been dyed yellow, he drank back from the Fang onion and the rest of the money beside him, got up with difficulty, and shouted loudly: "Brother Qi, why should I let me? ”

Jiang Huang in the distance sighed, and said in his heart, two foxes!

In fact, Zhang Muliu passed on the sound of Qi Fengxu at this time, and said: "Brother Qi, just accept it when you see it, I am a tie at most today." Who told you to come and lift me up to a high place, I guess you won't say. But you can help me pass a message to him. Let's just say that Zhang Muliu thanked him for the grace of fame, and he will definitely repay the favor with a sword in the future. ”

Qi Feng thought about it vividly, and after going back, he pretended to have a very serious internal injury, and he didn't show his true face for most of the year. As a result, Zhang Muliu, the leader of this continent, will not be able to run away no matter what.

Zhang Mu passed on the news and kept money, and his voice was a little sluggish, "You hurry back to accompany your Liang girl, just go to Qiaoxi County a year ago, let's go first." ”

The young Taoist priest nodded, flew up, and headed in the direction of Juye. Jiang Huang pulled the corners of his mouth and picked up Zhang Muliu to the west of the sword, and Fang Onion followed closely behind You Fang.

Yu Mengmeng has long since disappeared.

The group stopped in mid-air when passing Heze, and saluted the stone statue of the woman holding the flower basket from afar.

In fact, most of the monks who passed through Jiuzawa, no matter how anxious they were, would stop and salute.

On the way to Lei Ze, the young man in white kicked the one-armed young man away, and the former smiled and summoned Nanshan to take his own sword.

Fang Onion suddenly became angry, and shouted at Zhang Muliu: "You pretended?"

Jiang Huang immediately set up an isolation formation, frowned, and said: "It will spread in a few days, you Zhang Muliu and Qingtang Qifeng have a fight, and your strength is no less than that of the former leader." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled bitterly: "Then what's the solution? I really can't beat this guy, even if I try my best, it's a tie at most." ”

People in the world should not be underestimated, Zhang Muliu believes that there are not a few young monks who are not inferior to the so-called ten people.

That is vivid, and it is simply to lose.

The girl didn't dare to interject anymore, so she had to listen to the words of the two.

Zhang Muliu wanted to come over to the wine gourd, and after pouring it, he said in a deep voice: "This Qi Fengxu, you must be careful in the future." This person looks frank and swaying, but I always feel that something is wrong, I think he is a different kind of smiling tiger. ”

Fang Cong sneered, blinked, and said, "It turns out that you will also discuss others behind your back?"

Zhang Muliu turned his head slightly, frowned, and said, "Against people, no matter who you are, you have to look at the realm." You have to know that rabbits bite when they are in a hurry, but what about people when they are in a hurry?"

The girl didn't dare to say anything more, she knew that the black-hearted swordsman at this time couldn't be provoked.

The one-armed swordsman sighed secretly, and said in his heart that Zhang Muliu was only in this mountain!

The little gourd on Lianzhou Island had to be thrown away from Lei Ze, Zhang Muliu only remembered that it was recorded in some miscellaneous books that the one who made up the sky and the human emperor had experienced a catastrophe, and he escaped a catastrophe by hiding in a gourd of the thunder god.

When they arrived at the huge stone statue of Razor, the group was silent.

At that time, in the streamside house in Mengjin, Zhang Muliu really didn't see anything wrong with Mo Zhanyuan, but only felt that the old man who insisted on replanting the persimmon trees in the mountains was a little cute. It wasn't until he woke up that a young man from Gaoyang Mo's family came here with Mo Miaomiao, and Zhang Muliu didn't know who the old man was.

The Mo family of the ancestral giant deer came from the surname Ji.

Zhang Muliu walked along the waves, looked up at the old man with the stone statue, shook his head and said, "It's the same as Peng Ze's old guy, it's okay now, do you know, it took me a lot of effort to make Miao Miao have a smiling face." ”

As he spoke, he took out the wine bag that he hadn't used for a long time, poured a lot of it into the water, and said with a smile: "Don't worry! The little girl is very good now, and she is much better at reading than me, and she will definitely be a female master in the future, so you can have fun when the time comes." ”

Fang Cong took out the candle that was exactly the same as the one he put in Dayozawa, lit it in the palm of the old man's hand, and said secretly: "Don't worry, old man, I have also been to Uncle Mo's side, I told him, Xiao Miaomiao is very good now! With this black-hearted swordsman as his brother, he is the most protective of calves." ”

Jiang Huang actually went to Zhenze and Peng Ze, and now he has followed Zhang Muliu all the way to three Daze, and when he saw so many stone statues, he was inexplicably ashamed.

These people are at least half-footed monks who have stepped into the catastrophe, and they are willing to turn into stone statues for the sake of their hometown. And I just went to Tianbian Ferry and lost an arm, why complain about Penny?

Zhang Muliu put away the wine bag and said softly: "It's different, don't think about it so much." What we should do and what we are willing to do is our kindness to this world. ”

The one-armed swordsman nodded and said, "I want to go to Meng Junze to have a look." ”

Zhang Muliu nodded, and said with a smile: "It's okay to go and have a look, I won't say that I will go to Yandi to cut people in a few days, and I will take you with me when I come back." ”

After the two of them left the water, the young man in white threw a small gourd into the water, and the entire Lei Ze thundered for a while, and several electric lights rose from the water surface and pierced the sky. The shadow of a dragon's head and body flashed away, and it wasn't long before the water was calm again, and it was going to be calm for a long time.

The young man in white stared at the stone statue with a hint of illusion. But after a long time, there was still no movement. He could only smile bitterly and turn away.

Just after Yukong walked out not far away, a voice sounded in Zhang Muliu's ears, and the young man in white turned back suddenly, but the stone statue still did not change at all.

Someone just said, "Boy, it's hard work." ”

............

Another night, a girl dressed in white walked into Yongqiu City with a sword on her back.

In October, scattered snowflakes have already fallen in the northland.

Zhang Muliu suddenly remembered a girl who liked to wear dark green dresses, that girl had to stomp her feet vigorously every day when she ran to the Weihe River, and kept puffing into her hands, and when she saw a young man with blank eyes, it seemed that it would be warmer.

The young man turned his head suddenly, looked at Fang Cong and asked, "Is it cold?"

Since the landing, the girl has not shed tears in front of Zhang Muliu, but her eyes are a little red at this time.

Zhang Muliu stretched out his hand and pressed the girl's head, and the latter's realm instantly reached the foundation building.

The young man shook his head and said, "You want to tell me when you're cold, why did you follow me for more than 100,000 miles and become a dumb learner?"

The girl rolled her eyes, turned her head and asked, "How many apprentices do you want to take?"

The young man in white became a pulsatilla at this time, he shook his head vigorously, and said with a smile: "Where is this accurate, if you see something you like, and people are willing, I will accept it." But if you want to be my apprentice, the position of senior sister is left to you. ”

The girl pouted and said, "Don't you already have a personal disciple?

The young man smiled: "That's not easy, you go and beat Liu Gong up and let him be the second senior brother." ”

The girl laughed out loud, but didn't say whether she wanted to apprentice or not.

In fact, Zhang Muliu really likes this girl, and the idea of taking her as an apprentice has been there for a long time.

It was in the vast sea that a girl soaked in the reef beach for an afternoon, but she didn't catch a single fish. It was also on that deck that he cried out until his voice was hoarse.

At that time, Fang Onion was extremely annoying, and now if he leaves Zhang Muliu, it is estimated that it will not be much better.

When he was in Lingyang Mountain, the archmage said, "Gu Tai is firmly for food." But Zhang Muliu felt that Fang Cong's sentence "If you do anything, you have to look through the book and check it beforehand." "Better.

It didn't take long to walk to a pawnshop, it was getting late, the shop had already closed, Zhang Muliu had to go around the backyard, stretched out his hand and gently knocked on the door.

Someone inside asked who it was, and the young man said it was a traveler.

With a squeak, the door opened, and a middle-aged man with white hair walked out, and saw Zhang Muliu, who was dressed in white and had a hosta on his head, and almost exclaimed.

Zhang Muliu stopped him and said with a smile: "The white shopkeeper has a good life, he has a few catties more fat than last year." ”

The white-headed magpie smiled, walked towards the courtyard with Zhang Muliu, and said with a smile: "Master Sword Immortal has come to the wrong place, Xiao Han Cheng'er and Liu Gong live in his own house." ”

The young man nodded, what he knew, was that he wanted to take a look at this magpie essence that had eaten Liu Ji's slave transformation for thousands of years.

Zhang Muliu asked: "Do you really want to go with me? I will stand on my own mountain in the next year, and I will have meat to eat." ”

The white-headed magpie smiled and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang, if there is anything I need to do, just say it, as for going to your mountain, forget it." ”

Zhang Muliu has never been persecuted, who doesn't want to stay in his own one-third of an acre?

After leaving, Zhang Muliu called out to Fang Onion, who was squatting at the mouth of the alley, and walked straight to a dilapidated courtyard.

It was snowing heavily tonight, but there was a little boy in the courtyard who couldn't catch up with the long sword in his hand, wielding the long sword bare-chested.

Under the eaves was a young man in a green shirt, holding a wind spring, a pot of wine on his left, and a pipe in his right hand.

The girl's face was strange, and she said in her heart, how did the black-hearted swordsman look down on that stupid boy?

Sure enough, Zhang Muliu pushed open the fence door and said with an angry smile: "Get out!"

Liu Gong looked up suddenly, and saw a young man dressed in white, with less the long sword behind his back but more hosta on his head, running back and forth with a whimper, and kneeling down when he got closer, with a handful of snot and tears.

"Master, your old man is finally here. Han Cheng'er, this kid, I'm really out of shape, wooden head!"

After crying, he looked up and saw a beautiful young lady, Liu Gong was immediately heartbroken.

"Master, I haven't seen you for a long time, have you found me a little master?"

With a kick over, the young man spun around in mid-air and fell out of the courtyard.

Han Cheng stood still, his mouth moving slightly, but he didn't speak.

Zhang Muliu asked with a smile, "Can you do what I said now?"

The little boy pondered for a moment, then said tentatively: "I can only do my best, and I really don't know if I can do it." ”

Zhang Muliu laughed, and poured a sip of wine without holding back.

"Good!"

At such a young age, it's already good to have the heart to do your best.

Zhang Muliu asked again: "Are you willing to be a registered disciple?" When I return from my next trip, if you can satisfy me, I will accept you as a personal disciple." ”

Han Cheng knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times in a row, and said a little choked: "Meet the master." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled and walked over to pick up the little boy, "I didn't bring any gifts with me, I owe it first, and I will ask your uncle to make it up to you in a few days." ”

............

Fuyao City and Bean Soldier City in the east are actually similar, there are no city walls, and there is a forest full of iron plaques, some rusty, and some are very new.

That night, a beautiful girl dressed in green clothes came to Fuyao City, walked through the forest, and then went straight to the sea to the east.

Hu Xiaoxiao wants to tell the world that in this world, it won't be long before there will be an extra female sword immortal.