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Miss Murong didn't know whether Liu Tugou's thoughts were clear or not, but the second master's thoughts were always very accessible, even if he didn't know where he was going to be abducted.

He was willing to embark on a dangerous journey with Murong Chunxiao, not because he was lost in beauty, on the contrary, his heart was always sober, as bright and dust-free as slaughter.

The dog butcher came out of Lanling, of course, the cause was Lao Yan's sentence that a man of my generation could never grow old and die with the grass and trees, but more because of the grievances that had long been buried in his heart, the monstrous anger that gradually accumulated because of the mediocre life of working for a livelihood day after day.

So he kills to his heart's content, so he is happy to take revenge, he can give up his life and forget death because of Gongxi Xiaobai's kindness and true feelings, and naturally he can also accompany Murong Chunxiao to embrace the unknown dangers on the road again.

Because danger often also means wonderful and far from the ordinary.

After the two of them went down the mountain, they went all the way south, and five hundred miles south of Qingyang County was the big river that even the people in the most remote corners of Zhou Tian must have heard of. The banks of the Great River are densely populated, with countless prosperous cities and fertile farmland, which is the essence of the Great Zhou.

The name of the great river is called Heshui, just like another great river that is also famous for Zhoutian is called Jiangshui. In fact, Weishui is a tributary of the river, just as the Xiangshui injected into the Ningqing River is a tributary of the river.

Tianmen Mountain is a gateway to the upper reaches of the river, and the towering mountain is washed open by the surging river to open a narrow door gap, and thousands of waters compete for the road, and the turbid waves are emptied.

Liu Tugou stood at the foot of Tianmen Mountain, listening to the huge roar of the river hitting the mountain, and the irresistible pulsation of the earth's water veins came from the soles of his feet, and his heart suddenly swelled with boundless peace and joy.

On the other side of the river were more than a dozen monks and thousands of people. The monks pointed at the bottom of the mountain on the shore, and some even danced with their hands, saying that they were doing things but not like them, which was really strange.

Liu Tugou was about to take a few more looks, when he suddenly felt a tap on the shoulder, he turned his head to look, and saw Murong Chunxiao raising an arm, pointing to the top of Tianmen Mountain from afar.

Liu Tugou nodded, he knew that there was a small Taoist temple there, which was the first stop on their trip.

Tianmen Mountain goes straight up and down, and the mountain road is also extremely steep, Liu Tugou and Murong Chunxiao leap all the way up, and some steep cliffs are naturally unhindered for them, but ordinary people will have to endure hardships.

Along the way, the old vines are domineering, and the birds are nesting, but only less than half of the pilgrims and believers are seen.

Although the mountain is steep, it is not high, and the two of them successfully stepped to the top with a cup of tea.

Although the top of the mountain is unexpectedly flat, but unfortunately the area is narrow and cramped, only a lonely small Taoist temple can be accommodated, although the scale is inferior to the plague temple in Yangping County, but it has taken a very strong name - Feixian Temple.

The door opened, and there was only one old Taoist priest with yellow hair sitting cross-legged. His eyes were cloudy, like clay sculptures and wood carvings, and he ignored Liu Tugou and Murong Chunxiao who were going up the mountain.

Murong Chunxiao stopped in front of the door frame of the cobwebs, stared at the old Taoist priest whose face was crawling with deep ravines for a moment, and said: "The Qingshi carved book is three or two lines, not as good as one immortal post. ”

Hearing Murong Chunxiao's inexplicable two words, the sleepy old Taoist priest slowly raised his head and said in a hoarse and low voice: "At the beginning, I don't know how much manpower and material resources were spent on building the Flying Immortal Temple at such a top, but now there are few believers and incense is cut off, and there have been no young people to worship the mountain for a long time. ”

Liu Tugou looked at this old Taoist priest who exuded a rotten smell all over his body, and asked curiously: "Daoist, your Flying Immortal Temple is empty, I don't know which Venerable was originally enshrined?"

The old Taoist priest smiled and said: "There is no god seat in the Flying Immortal Temple, only a sword and a sword are enshrined, the sword is called Tianmen, and the name of the sword is eternal." ”

Murong Chunxiao's hands were intertwined, forming a complicated handprint, and he said respectfully: "Is the Venerable Commander the Deacon of the Immortal Table?"

The old Taoist priest's expression moved slightly, and he nodded: "The old decay is Lu Jue Wai. The Tianmen Sword was sent to Lingshan two hundred years ago, and the ancient sword has long been spiritually dusty like scrap iron, Yao Taiyi's old thing doesn't come to the door in person to show off his might, what did he send you a girl to do?"

Murong Chunxiao said: "The patriarch sent a disciple here, there are three things, one is that Jing'an Zhixian was almost assassinated a few days ago, and his life is very expensive, so he should not die early, and the patriarch asked if this person has been registered on the immortal post?"

Lu Jue snorted coldly, and said: "Sage Kong once had the saying 'Absolute pen is in Zhulin', as the deacon of the pen of the immortal post, this little county dares to use this name, it should die!"

Liu Tugou's eyelids jumped when he heard this, this old thing is really domineering, and he even has to care about what name people choose? If he is so unreasonable, don't all the people in the world surnamed Gou and Zhu have to find the second master desperately? Hmph, his heart is so narrow-minded, it is far worse than the Lu family.

He was thinking nonsense on the side, and then listened to Lu Juewai and continued: "Tell Old Ghost Yao that since Yu Yulin escaped once, I will not embarrass him again." It doesn't make sense to say bullshit, is there any qualification to be named on the post, and Feixian Guan has his own opinions. ”

Murong Chunxiao nodded, and continued: "The second thing, the ancestor said that whether the swordsman Wu Ersan's unspeakable swordsmanship came from the Flying Immortal Temple, Lingshan didn't care, but even if he made others bear the mandate of heaven, he couldn't pull out the seedlings to help them, so as not to be offended by the sky." ”

Lu Jiewai was furious, and between his eyes opening and closing, two dazzling lightning bolts lit up in the small Taoist temple: "What an old ghost Yao, do you really want a spoonful of stew in the rivers and lakes of the court?"

In Liu Tugou's opinion, although the people involved in the first two things are different, they are almost the same in nature, and they are all Lingshan behind Murong Chunxiao who talks about the destiny of heaven and criticizes other people's immortal posts and flying immortals.

For the first one, Lu Jiewai was soft and unveiled in a few words, but he had such a big grievance about the second one, which was really a little inexplicable. It can be seen that the reason is not as he scolded, but just disgusted that Lingshan is too lenient.

Lu Jieai also seemed to have discovered this, and quickly withdrew his anger, and said coldly: "Wu Ersan is very involved behind him, Feixian Guan is not qualified to interfere, you call Yao Lao Ghost to do it yourself, but don't eat the meat, he collapsed his teeth!"

Murong Chunxiao's expression was still calm, and he nodded: "Third, according to the two Old Testaments, the ancestor asked Feixian Guan to choose Allah for the Ten Thousand Ancient Sword, the treasure sword has been dusty for a long time, if there is a change today, it is time to enter the world to end the calamity." ”

Lu Jieai was not in a hurry to express his position this time, he glanced at Liu Tugou, and then stopped his gaze on the slaughtering knife, and only after a long time did he sneer: "This kid is the candidate?"

Liu Tugou's heart jumped when Lu Jueai saw it, licked his face and smiled: "Hehe, can the old-timers look at me?"

Lu Jiewai shook his head very dryly, and said, "The ancient knife has long been like scrap iron, and it is not worthy of it. ”

Liu Tugou said with contempt on his face: "I always say scrap iron and scrap iron, if you are not willing to give it, just say it, whether you are worthy of a genius like the second master, show it out first and take a look." ”

Murong Chunxiao couldn't help but roll his eyes, hating iron and steel: "Senior Lu means that you are not worthy of the Ancient Sword, the Ancient Sword is a Zhou Tian Divine Soldier, and the masters of the past dynasties are not outstanding figures, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the virtuous live there." ”

Now the second master was not happy, patted his waist and slaughtered: "The gold knife and silver knife are not as good as our pig-killing knife, what kind of bullshit eternal knife, I am not afraid of the wind and flashing my tongue." ”

Lu Jiewai suddenly smiled, but there was no hint of joy in the laughter.

He said coldly: "It's not more than three, since Feixian Guan replied to the two things of Old Ghost Yao, this third thing is not as good as he wants." ”

He stood up and took a leisurely step, and the next moment he had already appeared outside the Flying Immortal Temple.

Liu Tugou suddenly turned around, only to feel cold all over his body.

Obviously, he and Murong Chunxiao blocked the small entrance of Feixian Temple, but they didn't know how Lu Jiewai got out.

Murong Chunxiao was much calmer, she pulled Liu Tugou, and the two of them walked to the edge of the cliff, stood behind Lu Jieai, and followed the gaze of this deacon.

At the foot of the mountain, a great river rushed and roared, like an angry dragon striking the gate of heaven with its head.

The gate of heaven had been struck and a thin crack had been opened, but the dragon still couldn't pass through, becoming more and more irritable and ferocious, roaring like thunder.

On the shore, people were as small as ants, trembling under the obscenity of the dragon. Fortunately, there is a majestic gate of heaven to protect the people, and some ants get carried away and dance behind the gate of heaven.

Liu Tugou vaguely recognized that those seemed to be the monks and ordinary people he had seen before going up the mountain.

Lu Jiewai pointed to those ant-like figures and smiled: "These bald donkeys deceived me into flying immortals, not only trying to take away my inheritance, but also whimsical to carve a big Buddha in Tianmen Mountain to suppress Shui Jiao, I really don't know how to write dead words!"

He suddenly glanced back at Liu Tugou, and said: "Boy, if Lingshan wants me to hand over the Ten Thousand Ancient Knife, I will not hand it over, but I want to teach you the Ten Thousand Ancient Sword Intent, if you have achieved something in the future, you must remember that this is the favor of my immortal post, and it has nothing to do with Lingshan!"

"Look at it! Ten Thousand Ancient Knives Open Tianmen Mountain!"

Lu Jue screamed violently, and his voice was majestic, like a thunderbolt and hills collapsing, and it didn't seem to come from the dry and old body.

The whole world trembled with this loud shout, and a great sense of crisis suddenly rose in Liu Tugou's heart, like a desperate beast before the natural disaster, full of manic desire to kill.

He gasped and looked at Lu Jue's right hand, the source of all the sense of crisis.

A brilliant and incomparable sword light rose into the sky, instantly covering Lu Jueai's figure, no, it was not so much a sword light, but a strong will to break the eternal blue sky.

The old but heroic laughter came from the sword light, reverberating in the heavens and the earth.

"Eternity is a cage, the blue sky is a cage, the blade is a cage, the person holding the knife is also a cage, the ancient knife, the ancient knife, rather than changing hands from generation to generation and being desecrated by mediocrity, it is better to cut everything and be at ease!"

Lu Juewai said, and gently threw the knife in his hand that he couldn't see the shape down the mountain.

The Ancient Knife turned into a streamer of light and slammed diagonally into the mountain peak on the opposite bank—it was the other of the two doors of Tianmen Mountain.

Liu Tugou and Murong Chunxiao's eyes widened instantly, and a stunning brilliance was reflected in their pupils.

The next moment, the Tianmen landslide.

The rocks rained down, and the earth broke into deep valleys.

There is a monstrous river landing on the shore.