For two days in a row, the white tiger went out of Suzhou non-stop and came to the area of Wangting Town, Changzhou, before he retracted the reins. Wei Qimu has been worse than death in the past two days, and he has suffered humiliation. His pipa bone has been pulled several times, so that the meridians are completely destroyed, and it is difficult to recover, and he is already half a waste. Not only that, but the Manichaeans did not pity him for half a point, but they still used fists and kicks, words and laughter, and humiliation to the extreme.

There is a sparse bamboo forest on the edge of Wangting Town, and there is only a small tavern next to the bamboo forest. In front of the tavern, a white flag was erected, with the four characters "drunk Liu Ling" written on it, and it was swaggering. As soon as I approached the tavern, I felt the smell of wine.

There was only one customer in the tavern except the shopkeeper. The guest had a thin face, gray beard, and was very disheveled. He was wearing a shabby robe, and even his fluffy bun was crooked to the side. He had a loose-grained sword strapped to his back, and a yellowed wine gourd at his waist. This sloppy old man is holding a bowl of fine wine and enjoying it alone. It's just that the bowl of wine is unusual, at first glance it looks like a bowl of black ink.

This sloppy old man drank black wine and knocked on the table to compose: "...... Sad and optimistic, mediocre people are sad, and fame is already downplayed. Like clouds and smoke, a dream, no one wakes up. The west wind is not tireless......"

When Baihu and the others entered the store, Wei Qimu was still tied to the flagpole in front of the store. When one of the Manichaean disciples saw this old Taoist noise, he immediately shouted: "That bull nose, shut up quickly, don't disturb our interest!"

If the old Tao had not heard it, he still sang calmly: "...... The leaves are crippled, and they have not complained much. is destined to be unlucky, and Hongchen, why bother with nostalgia. After singing, there was a long sigh, very lonely.

The man was annoyed, and slashed at Lao Dao with a knife in his hand. When the white tiger saw this sloppy old man, his eyes flashed, but he didn't say a word and sat aside.

Just when the knife was about to slash at the old Dao, he didn't see any movement from the old Dao, but he could only hear him say urgently: "The sky is clear and clear, and the three lights are clear." As soon as the words fell, I saw the sword blazing, like the light of the sun, moon and stars, forcing people to look directly. Where the sword dissipated, the Manichaean disciple was already a steel knife falling to the ground, his hair was flattened and scattered, and the blood on his legs was not stopping. Look at the old way again, he is still sitting there calmly, but there is an extra dark ancient sword in his hand, and there are blood stains on it!

People look at it really, this old way out of three swords in a breath, a steel knife, a bun, a small shin, all of them are galloping, not bad. He recognized this sword technique and asked, "Shangqing Sword Technique, who are you from the Maoshan faction?"

"Shangqing Sword Technique" is the sword technique inherited from the Maoshan School, and it is also the sword technique that the disciples of the sect majored in. The Maoshan faction was originally called the Shangqing faction, and later the ninth generation head Tao Hongjing Tao Tianshi Taoism Dacheng, then changed the Shangqing faction to the Maoshan faction.

The crazy old man was recognized by the swordsmanship, and he didn't care, and replied indifferently: "Why is the poor way crazy." ”

This crazy old way is the Maoshan faction of He Luo, since the Juancheng competition, he has wandered all over the world, looking for wine, just to get drunk. A few days ago, when I went to the Changzhou area, I naturally lingered in this Jiangyin black Du wine that Liu Ling was drunk for three days and three nights, and it was difficult to release the cup for several days.

The Maoshan faction now has a transcendent status, and neither Manichaeism nor the Hundred Schools of Thought are willing to be easily enemies. This He Luo is the junior brother of Hu Jiuyi, the head of the Maoshan faction, and he is also a long-famous senior, and the old man naturally does not want to provoke such a character, so he unconsciously looks at the white tiger on the side.

Baihu was originally a disciple of the Maoshan faction, so he naturally knew He Luo. Speaking of which, this He Madness is still his uncle, and when he and the Qinglong Vermilion Bird Xuanwu four betrayed the Maoshan faction, they also had something to do with He Mad. Bai Hu picked up a bowl of black Du wine and came to He Luo, and said with a smile: "It turned out to be Uncle He, who was offended a lot, and Bai Hu made amends to Uncle He." As he spoke, he drank all the black wine in the bowl.

He Luo saw that it was a white tiger, and his expression could not see a trace of fluctuation: "You have betrayed the Maoshan faction, and you are a personal disciple of the Manichaean sect leader, and you can't afford to be this 'uncle'." Although he didn't care much about the affairs of the Maoshan faction, he never fell into the prestige of the Maoshan faction.

Baihu was not annoyed and asked, "Why didn't Uncle He persuade my stubborn master to let him come under the command of Manichaeism?"

He Luo ignored the white tiger, but instead picked up a bowl of black wine and walked crookedly to Wei Qimu.

He Yan wiped Wei Qimu's muddy face with his dirty sleeve and fed the wine. He looked at it with drunken eyes for a while, and said, "It turned out to be Wei Xiaoyou." ”

Wei Qimu said with difficulty: "It's hard for my predecessors to remember me." ”

He Yan sighed: "Who can hit Chu Jiangkai hard, who in the world doesn't remember." ”

Wei Qimu could only smile bitterly.

He Luo looked at the iron chain on Wei Qimu's body again, and said: "This pipa bone is ruined, but it is not easy to treat, and there is nothing that can be done about the poor road." But since I met, I naturally can't ask you to die. As he spoke, he untied the chains that were attached to the flagpole.

The White Tiger people didn't want to provoke the Maoshan faction, so they didn't pester He Lu at first, nor did they stop him from approaching Wei Qimu. But He Du wanted to save Wei Qimu, but he couldn't.

The elder was the first to rush out and said, "Daoist He, this Wei Qimu is the main person of my Holy Sect, you can't save it." ”

He Luo stood up and said slightly drunk: "What if you save it?"

As soon as these words came out, the Manichaeans all drew their swords and surrounded He Luo, shouting: "Who dares to stop Manichaeism in doing things!"

Wei Qimu naturally didn't want to involve He Lu, he still leaned on the flagpole and said: "Dao Chief, go quickly, don't be an enemy of Manichaeism." ”

He Luo didn't speak, and he didn't see any movements, but the bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest moved without wind and fell like torrential rain!

The white tiger caught a glimpse of this scene and shouted urgently: "It's 'windless and green rain'!

This move "Drifting Green Rain Without Wind" is He Lu's unique martial arts, and it is also his famous stunt. When it was really a move, the thousand leaves fell, and the pieces of bamboo leaves were as sharp as a sword, and they would die if they were rubbed, and they would die next to each other.

When the Manichaeans saw such wonderful martial arts, they were all frightened and hurriedly retreated. More than a dozen of the Manichaeans were unable to dodge and were stabbed by the small bamboo leaves.

The old man dodged this move, and immediately displayed the magic power of "Ren Finger", the nine fingers of his left hand flicked continuously, and the true qi of the Dao Dao Dao at the fingertips was divided into four waves and four directions to force He Luo. He Yan performed the "Shangqing Sword Technique", and said anxiously in his mouth: "High Dongyuan, Yuan is born for nine days." "At that moment, he stabbed out nine swords in a row, even blocking and dodging, and successively dissolved the nine true qi of the old man. His body did not retreat but advanced, and he stabbed the old man with a sword in the diagonal. The old man's right hand is pointed as a sword, and he performs the "Righteous Sword" mastery, intersecting with He Lu's loose sword. The fingers and swords intersect, and the old people retreat as soon as they get old, but He Luo is indomitable, and the sword moves in his hands are endless.

Seeing that more than a dozen disciples had been folded in a row, Bai Hu's heart had already been on fire, and he saw that the old man had fallen behind, so he raised the tiger's head and golden-backed broadsword, and slashed several times in a row, attacking He Mad, and suddenly the golden mangs were brilliant.

He Luo connected the White Tiger with several knives, but felt that the strength on this knife was extremely powerful, which made him secretly surprised, "How did this White Tiger martial arts come to such a point?"

The three of them fought dozens of moves in a row, but they still didn't see a victory. Seeing that He was crazy, the white tiger snorted coldly in his nose, and when the swords were connected, he secretly lost his internal force on the knife, so that the tip of the knife caught the tip of He Lu's sword. This strength was sticky, and it tightly clamped He Lu's long sword.

Seeing this, He Luo also surged his right arm with internal force, passed it to the sword, firmly suppressed the white tiger's broadsword, and slammed the connected swords into the old man, forcing him to retreat. He Madness got the gap and slapped his palm on the white tiger's chest. The light in the white tiger's eyes flashed, and he also caught it with one palm. The two palms are solid, but they are silent, but they are inseparable.

He Yan's internal strength is profound, and the strength of this palm is not light, and he pressed the palm of the white tiger directly on his chest, unable to stretch. The white tiger was not in a hurry, and secretly performed the supreme Manichaean "Two Patriarchal Methods", and the strength in his body suddenly changed yin and yang, and he quietly pulled He Lu's palm power from his left palm to his right arm. That's not all, the white tiger transmitted this palm power through the steel knife to the tip of the sword.

At this moment, the white tiger suddenly shouted: "Murder!" I saw that the lines on his forehead faintly became the word "king", and the blood groove of the big knife in his hand suddenly became extremely red - the blade skyrocketed!

The white tiger used the famous stunt "murder" at the critical moment, and with the help of He Lu's own palm power, he combined these two forces in one place and rushed to He Mad in one fell swoop. He Luo only felt that the strength of the sword increased sharply, like Mount Tai pressing the top, he was careless for a while, and he was shocked back by this knife, hurting his internal organs. People are old at the opportunity, and their left hand is already flicking three fingers in a row, and the three true qi hit He Lu's body without any gap. He Yi was injured by these two internal forces, and suddenly blood spurted like a spring, and he fell to the ground.

As soon as the white tiger succeeded, he had to follow with a knife and kill He Lu. But the old man stopped: "You can't kill him, if this is known by Hu Jiyi, he will definitely unite with the Hundred Schools Alliance to oppose my Manichaeism." ”

The white tiger said fiercely: "If you don't say I'm silent, who knows if you kill this crazy old man?" As soon as these words came out, a Manichaean disciple had already killed the innkeeper with a knife.

The White Tiger people always insist on their own words, and they can't argue with themselves. He Luo's face was extremely haggard at this time, bloodless, and when he was dying, he couldn't help but think of the past, thinking of the pain of lovesickness in the past ten years, and a white figure appeared in front of him.

He was like a dream, and suddenly muttered: "What is lovesickness, what is lovesickness?"

Wei Qimu was extremely ashamed when he saw that He was seriously injured and was about to die, and he was touched by He Lu's words, and blurted out: "Seven points of frustration and three points of suffering, half lovesickness and half sadness." ”

He Yan heard this, and said with a sad smile: "Yes, yes, rather than living so hard, it is a kind of happiness to die." ”

Wei Qimu saw that He was bent on seeking death, and he couldn't bear it. He suddenly remembered Yun Hail's words, Ye Lianxue had met an old man after coming down the mountain, and he was also a sloppy old man. Wei Qimu guessed in his heart, so he tried to shout: "Daoist He, the Lord of the Ye Sect once said that she always had someone hidden in her heart, but it was just tricked by the sky, and finally forgotten about each other in the rivers and lakes. She also said that to forget is not to forget. ”

"To forget is not to forget, to forget is not to forget......" He Luo chewed on this sentence, and there was a flash of inspiration in his heart. This spirit rhino should not be on Ye Lianxue, but on his martial arts. He Luo forgot the thirty-nine moves of the "Shangqing Sword Technique" one by one, and in the end, there was not a trace left. As soon as I forgot about it, my mind suddenly became clear, and I saw a few lines of true recipes appear in my mind:

The Taishang taught me to read and recite the true scriptures of the cave,

Yuyin contains gold merchants, and there is no court on the charge,

Dissolve the calamity and pull out the spirits of the seven ancestors,

The reincarnation will be Nanguan, and there is a jade name in the world,

Three smears to extinguish the root of crime, and the rotation rises to the top.

He Luo didn't know when he was sitting cross-legged, his eyes were slightly closed, and the internal force in the dantian turned into a trace of white gas, chaotic like white clouds. This white qi emanated from the limbs and hundreds of remains, mixing in one. After a long time, this white qi suddenly turned into a gloomy purple cloud, which penetrated into the head and the five treasures from the mouth, filling the abdomen.

The white tiger saw the clue and shouted: "It's not good, this bull's nose is going to be successful, stop him quickly!"

After that, he should be slashed away with a knife. Ren Lao, along with the other Manichaeans, all used their means to cover He Luo. However, whether it was swords, fists, or fingers, the true qi was blocked by a purple barrier. He didn't move, as if he were in nothingness—no one could hurt him, no one could disturb him.

After a while, the purple cloud dispersed into the limbs and hundreds of remains, and the crown was wrapped together, gloomy up and down. Suddenly, the qi of the purple cloud wandered in the dantian, and it became even more entangled, and suddenly formed a real person. The real man was four inches long, and his face was like that of a newborn baby.

On the left side of this man was the light of the day, nine minutes in diameter, and on the right side of the moon, one inch in diameter. This real person breathes out the breath of the wind, blows the light of the sun and the moon, and turns white and purple. This white and purple qi dispersed into the five Tibets and six intestines and hundreds of festivals, and traveled for thirty-six weeks. After a long time, the white and purple phosgene returned to the dantian and turned into internal force.

He Luo finally opened his eyes. In those eyes, the streamers were overflowing, one containing white gas and the other containing purple gas, and its depth seemed to be able to encompass the universe. He felt that his body was light and his spirit was refreshing, and he suddenly said: "I am the emperor of the Great Cave." "Its voice is ethereal and sacred, as if it came from outside the sky.

With a bang, the wind and clouds are moving, and the momentum is magnificent. Then, the white and purple qi in He Lu's eyes dissipated and returned to normal. It's just that his face is ruddy, and he has no former withered state, and his beard has changed from gray to black, and he no longer looks like a fifty or sixty-year-old man.

He Luo got up, the injuries on his body had already healed, and he muttered, "I have finally reached this realm." ”