In front of the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, the old drunkard Wang Qi, who had recovered his appearance, held a knife with one hand, and the knife was between Situ Haoran and Demon Feng, and the surrounding area was surrounded by more than a dozen people, Murong Feng had already understood a lot of things when he saw the golden appearance behind the old drunkard that was the same as his sister Murong Xue, so he stretched out his hand to stop the other Dharma protectors who wanted to come forward, and shook his head with a complicated expression.

The old drunkard didn't look at anyone present, he just closed his eyes, at the moment of entering the sainthood, at the moment when the sword qi was across the world, he only felt the boundless loneliness, the green clothes beside him were gone, even if he felt that now he could perceive the grass and trees in this world with his thoughts, but he still felt extremely lonely, in his mind, he only paid attention to a certain little drunkard who had his qi on his body, and then he opened his eyes, and the essence in his eyes flashed.

"Senior, the enemy of the Demon Sect, I blocked it for you. He crossed the knife, the blade pointed to the sky, looked at the demon wind and said a word seriously, then carried the knife on his back, and looked around at the more than ten people around him to speak.

"In the past, I led the Wudang army to step on the Western Desert and kill some of the demons in the Demon Sect, resulting in the decline of the Demon Sect. ”

"Back then, since I Xichu dared to accept the Demon Sect, it made sense because of the existence of all things, and today the Demon Sect is re-established, and I am here with a horizontal sword, and if I want to worship the mountain to find trouble, I first ask the long knife in my hand. ”

The old drunkard's tone was indifferent and unquestionable, wherever he looked, those people all felt that there was a sharp blade across their faces, only one person still looked at the old drunkard, there was a fanaticism in his eyes, this kind of fanaticism was crazy for the sake of war, the academy martial arts, Situ Haoran wanted to fight!

"The reason why people in the devil's path are demons is because they don't stick to the rules, they think that people should break out of the rules, however, there is no square circle without rules, since most people abide by the rules and are content to cultivate, then this small number of people who do not abide by the rules should be erased. Situ Haoran's mouth is as cold and sharp as his sword, the martial arts of the academy, even if he is a martial idiot, is known for martial arts, but most of the people who come out of the academy know some ways to refute.

"What are the rules? If the strength of most people is stronger, and what they say is the rules, then here, Lao Tzu's strength is the strongest, and my words are the rules!"

By the time he said this, the momentum on the old drunkard's body had climbed to its peak.

"The so-called Demon Sect, but it doesn't follow this day, thinks that people are an individual, thinks that the world should be people-oriented, not based on heaven, and follow the way of heaven, if this is what you call unruly, then Lao Tzu, you have to learn what rules you follow?"

When the momentum on his body climbed to the highest peak, the demon wind had already retreated to the halfway up the mountain, although the qi machine was not aimed at him, he still felt very uncomfortable, so he consciously retreated.

But the other dozen or so people couldn't retreat, their feet seemed to weigh tens of millions of pounds, and they couldn't lift them, they could only be forced to expose their originally hidden strength, there were a total of eighteen people present, everyone was in the heavenly realm!

Situ Haoran's fighting spirit was high, this was his second shot after the demon monk Wukong, after winning one person first, his opponent was the Holy Realm again, but as a war idiot, the stronger the opponent he encountered, the more excited he became, the sword was unsheathed, and his whole person turned into a long sword.

Since you are in the Holy Realm, you prevent me from handing out that sword to the Demon Wind, then you, can you block this sword of mine? The teacher asked us to come here to provoke a person to make a move, if this person is you, then you will not enter the Holy Realm without my fighting intent to force you, even if it is a Holy One, I will use the sword in my hand to ask how strong you are.

Someone has a sword, someone draws a sword, someone has a bare hand, someone has a spear in his hand, and the eighteen Heavenly Realm Grandmasters have a joint attack, the Battle Saint!

The old drunkard's knife was still on his back, and his feet slipped hard, and the knife in his hand swept around, and there was a wind in a circle, but the wind was always blowing, so after a circle, the old drunkard put the knife back into its sheath, and each wind was like a knife, and countless blades slashed at the eighteen people.

In the eyes of the old drunkard, the only thing he has some interest in is Situ Haoran, I don't use a knife, there are naturally countless knives in the rivers and lakes, I heard that you are the first person under the sage, so can you block the sage's random knife?

The wind is like a sword, Situ Haoran has a sword in his hand, in his sword dance, there is not a trace of wind that can blow through the sword curtain, enter an inch in front of him, in the world between him and his sword, only he and the sword in his hand, even if it is a sage, cannot enter, unless the sword is broken, unless a person dies.

Eighteen spirits are forcing forward, they are all staring at the knife wind and walking forward desperately, some people are bloody, but they don't take a step back, because Guiguzi also once said: "The brave wins when they meet on a narrow road." "Even before the Sages, they must be brave to move forward, because if they take a step back, their state of mind will never go further.

The old drunkard not only understood the heavenly immortals, but also the gods, he snorted, like the roar of the heavenly father, this sound reached the ears of eighteen people, like the heart was hit by a giant hammer, they felt that they had entered the battlefield, there were endless soldiers in front of them to kill them, behind the soldiers there was a broken and bloodstained military flag, the name of the army is not appropriate, there is my direction, no one can stop it!

If the old drunkard's trick is other coercion, then there may be no way to draw Jie, who is known as the first in the Heavenly God Realm among the eighteen people, but the use of this Heavenly God Realm, even if the old drunkard enters the sainthood, it seems that he is not much more clever than Huajie.

Drawing a pen, the tip of the pen with ink, between the rotation of the wrist, a total of eighteen broken words flew out, eighteen people sobered up, looking at the old drunkard with a little awe in his eyes.

"You guys, that's good. ”

Before the old drunkard could finish speaking, a sword continued to stab at him, and the sword momentum was resolute, just like Situ Haoran's eyes like fire.

Situ Haoran and his sword became the only one of the eighteen people who moved, in front of everyone, he was like a dazzling meteor, he was not willing to be ordinary, not willing to decline, he was like a flying ant among a group of ants who dared to fly to the sky, even if he was just a flying ant in the eyes of the old drunkard, but he still took out the sword, either I die, or you let me see, Sage, how to take this sword.

At this time, the eyes of this martial artist are fanatical, obsessed, he has nothing to love in his life, only loves the sword, and the sword he stabbed at this time is the strongest sword he has stabbed from sword practice to now, this sword, he believes that even if it is a teacher who does not smile at him on weekdays, he will praise it a little.

"Situ Haoran is the first among our peers, he has never lost, and he has never used this move, even in front of the demon monk back then, but at that time it was because he did not have the current realm, this is his strongest sword, but I don't know what the name is. Demon Feng commented to Murong Feng beside him, his eyes were also very focused on the ring, he had never seen this sage, he only knew that it seemed that it was because of him that the Demon Sect was destroyed.

But what will happen when the first person under the Sage collides with the Sage?

The sword has pierced an inch away from the old drunkard, Situ Haoran has enough confidence, within an inch, if the old drunkard doesn't hide, even if he is a sage, he can only drink hatred, this is his strongest move, this move, call, stab!

The old drunkard didn't hide, and even the color of approval in his eyes had turned into admiration, only a real martial idiot, a real self-confident person, would have such a stab that forgot to die, the first person under the sage, worthy of his name!

After that, he decided not to retreat, because of respect so not to retreat, although it is a junior, but the old drunkard also has a heart of martial arts after all, since you want to talk about martial arts, then I will tell you, what is martial arts!

The knife on the old drunkard's shoulder has been chopped down, and there are two dragons under the knife, and the two dragons are running towards Situ Haoran, but not only the dragon, the murderous aura seems to have turned into countless shouts and killings, which has made Situ Haoran feel deafening.

"Knife up Double Dragon?" Looking at the knife slashed by the old drunkard, Demon Feng's eyes froze, and he couldn't help but praise in his mouth: "It's really terrifying!"

Situ Haoran's sword boasts of being invincible within an inch, but the old drunkard is even more domineering, under the sage, don't say an inch, even if it is one meter, you can't get close to me!

After all, the sword did not have a chance to touch, Situ Haoran's sword stabbed the double dragon under the old drunkard's knife, and the double dragon accompanied by the wind attacked Situ Haoran's broken sword, once this sword met a stick of the demon monk Wukong, so it was cut off in half, and today under the two sword dragons, the storage was shattered, and the sword that went with it did not even have the opportunity to become a so-called fragment, and was directly annihilated into ashes.

Situ Haoran only left the hilt of the sword in his hand, and he looked at the Shuanglong who had dispersed, his eyes were dull, but in the sluggishness, there was a faint hint of enlightenment, the old drunkard's knife had been sheathed, and the long knife was Shuanglong, and in the vast rivers and lakes, he finally knew that this man who was rated as the second under Xuanyuan Ce, the first person in the Heavenly Palace, on the so-called martial arts list, was by no means vain. Although Wu Bang is a comment of a good person, but today's old drunkard's knife seems to have inadvertently made a name for Wu Bang, who said that good people can't give the fairest evaluation?

"Thank you for your advice, the teacher said that the way of martial arts, the master is respected, today Haoran, taught. Situ Haoran, who woke up from his stupor, made a gesture, he had already vaguely touched the layer of sanctification diaphragm, and the so-called sage seemed to be nothing more than that.

The old drunkard smiled and turned sideways slightly, not receiving Situ Haoran's salute, but he began to speak, whether it was the eighteen people in the ring, or the people in the demon path next to the gate of the Demon Sect, they all began to listen attentively, and the sage admonished, very.

"What is the way?" After the old drunkard finished saying this, a strong wind rose, and there were leaves in the wind, and he slowly pulled out his knife, erected the knife, and the leaves floated by, and split into two.

"This is the Tao, the Tao is the rules, the rules, the Tao is the reason, and it is something that everyone is constantly contemplating. ”

Speaking of this, the old drunkard thought for a moment and continued to speak: "Everyone has their own way, and the embodiment of the so-called enlightenment, some people think that it is the heavenly realm, and some people think that it is the sanctification, but in fact, these are one of the manifestations. ”

"Practicing martial arts is enlightenment, reading is enlightenment, chanting scriptures and meditating is also enlightenment, but no matter how you realize it, you can't escape a different ending of the same way, so there is a distinction between martial saints, saints, and holy Buddhas, however, this is the ultimate embodiment of the Tao?"

"I ask the ancient sage, there are not only a few people, but where have those people gone?" the old drunkard's eyebrows stirred, and he pointed his knife straight to the sky, and his hair was windless.

"What else is above the heavens?"

When these words came out, the old drunkard's voice was comparable to thunder, and everyone's heart was hit hard, and the beating sound of the heart became very clear, as if this word should not be issued in the world, and there was also a thunderclap in the sky at this time, slashing at the old drunkard with a knife in one hand, but the old drunkard was not in a hurry, and the thunder was cut off with a knife.

"Those so-called ancient saints, who entered the legendary gate of heaven and became so-called immortals, could it be that they could control the fate of the mundane? There was once a Confucian saint in the Zhou Kingdom, named Meng Chen, this person, you should have heard of it. ”

Meng Chen, this person's name is not only heard of by everyone here, it is simply a famous name spread all over the world, if there is a great Confucian in this era called Li Gongyang and a Guiguzi, then in the era when Meng Chen traveled in the world, no one dared to call himself holy in front of Meng Chen, at that time, there was no martial arts, Meng Chen could be the first in the world!

"Before Meng Chen, someone put forward a doctrine called preserving heavenly principles and destroying human desires, but what is heavenly principles and what are human desires?"

"People have no seven emotions and six desires, what do they mean with animals, but what about heavenly principles? Those who are high and high in the upper positions or those who have attained the Tao, they regard what they say as heavenly principles, but in the world, how can this be true!"

"What you are realizing and what you are doing at the moment are all thoughts in your heart, and all kinds of ideas that are established in your heart are the principles of heaven! At the beginning of man, no matter good or evil, the difference between good and evil lies in the place where he is; if he is born in a house of accumulating goodness, he will be very evil? If he is born in a world of great chaos, great goodness can exist? He who repels evil and promotes good, has ambition, and has an understanding of his way is a saint!"

"Everyone knows what happened to Meng Chen in the end, but why no one dares to pass it on? Meng Chen entered the gate of heaven with a book alone, and resisted the sky alone, and finally entered the gate of heaven with the thunder of the Nine Heavens, and died in battle, why don't people in the world dare to pass it on? What should be feared is the so-called great goodness in the world, and the rules of the world, not this bullshit sky!"

The thunder was rolling, constantly slashing at the old drunkard, but the old drunkard was already angry, he remembered his past, remembered the beauty, remembered the truth that had been sealed by history, he angrily took out the knife, shouted "Get out", the thunder was scattered, and the long knife shook the heavens.

"Meng Chen is very good, one person enters the gate of heaven, but I am not this kind of person, I am just a layman, I just think that the reason why people are human beings is that they cannot be taken away by the so-called heaven, I stand here today, please call all the people with lofty ideals in the world to fight against the thief sky!"

The old drunkard's voice was sonorous and powerful, and everyone heard the sound of the Great Dao.

"What is the Tao, the Tao is the rule, the rule, the road, it should not be subject to any constraints, since the heavens are restrained, there is no reason, then overthrow him, what is wrong? A year later, my Wang Qi stood here, waiting for you to come together to fight against the gate of heaven. After saying this, the old drunkard finally vomited out all the ambitions and thoughts that had been held in his heart for more than ten years, he took off the wine gourd on his waist, and took a sip, what should I do next? Xue'er, I should come to accompany you for a year.

In front of everyone, the old drunkards who left alone were lonely, but most of their hearts were already on fire, this era was no longer the era of Meng Chen, there were many saints in the world, there were many lonely people, and the sense of decline like a glance at the mountains was too unbearable.

Then let's go, a year later, see what kind of Lushan true face this sky that has always been over our heads, everyone scattered, and Huajie walked behind Situ Haoran with a cane.

Situ Haoran looked up at the demon wind halfway up the mountain: "What he said is right, I think this is also the teacher's idea, when the time comes, I look forward to going to the same heavenly path with you." After saying this, Situ Haoran and Huajie left slowly.

Only the Demon Wind knew that Situ Haoran did not say this to himself or Murong Feng, but to the other five elders who were still in retreat and cultivation, and only the real elders knew that the ancestor of the Demon Dao cultivation was actually inspired by Meng Shengren back then, so he founded the Demon Sect.

And the deepest part of the doctrine of the Demon Sect, in fact, is that there are no rules, people will win the sky, but there are many people who will be wrong, today I saw the old drunkard saying this, the demon wind not only sighed, but it was really terrifying.

When the thunder was dispersed and the world was clear again, Murong Feng's mind was complicated, he knew that this man named Wang Qi would definitely go to the Heavenly Palace and break the gate of heaven in a year, but maybe it was not just for the big truths he said, the most important thing should be for the shadow in his heart, his sister.

Wang Qi, you are the real hero, only those who are truly in awe and dare to resist, dare to overcome the awe in their hearts, are the real heroes. My brother-in-law is like this, I, Murong Feng, this life is worth it!