Chen Fusheng soon saw the so-called "Kuimen World Hero" of the water boss.

This Kuimen is really the most thrilling area of the Three Gorges, originally like a wild horse galloping mighty river water squeezed into a line from the heaven-made portal through, immediately tame was contained in the door, the boat borrowed the water potential, the speed is doubled!

But this is not a good thing, because what catches your eye is the hesitation stone that wields a fight. Although it is not the summer flood, but a river of angry water goes straight to the rippling pile, the wild tide rises in the air, inverts the bead curtain, beats the waves all over the sky, the vortex turns a thousand times, the ground shakes the mountain, and the thunder can be heard for ten miles, which is the legendary "rippling backland". If you are not careful, you will hit a boulder, and the ship will be destroyed and people will die, and there is no reason to survive. At this time, the water boss no longer had the mind to talk nonsense with him, and his attention was all on controlling the boat, but fortunately, it was autumn, and the river was as big as an elephant, although Qutang could not be boarded, the boat was unhindered.

With his thirty years of experience, skill, and determination, he managed to avoid whirlpools of all sizes without danger, and as for the other passengers, they had long since lost their color in the face of the might of heaven and earth, and one by one they shivered and hid in the cabin, begging God for their blessing.

Chen Fusheng didn't do this, not only that, but he took a few steps forward, used a stickiness, and stood firmly on the bow of the boat, to face this rare wonder of heaven and earth.

No matter which family cultivates, the courage must be enough, if you don't have the courage to look directly at the magnificent scenery of the world, what kind of Tao do you cultivate, what kind of Buddha you will become?

Gradually, Chen Fusheng came to a realization, out of Shu, what is out of Shu?

A thousand miles away.

Only when it is so hearty can it be dripping enough and can be called very comfortable.

It cannot be denied that Chen Fusheng has been practicing penance next to the Venerable Heavenly Desire for ten years, and has been silent in Shu for more than a year, although his heart has been tempered to the greatest extent and his foundation has been extremely solid, but he has inevitably lost a bit of sharpness and sharpness.

And this is precisely what the Dharma of the Son of Heaven advocates in the Great Freedom.

At this time, he took a boat to the east and saw the most majestic scene in the world, and his mood was inevitably affected.

The sword is master's heart, except for Chen Fusheng, no one can detect the two swords of green bamboo and autumn water between the sleeves of the bookcase, buzzing at the same time, wanting to break out of the sleeves and show their edge.

Whether it is the sword qi of the Son of Heaven or the swordsmanship of Qingcheng, what Chen Fusheng learned is all a sword character.

Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has not been tried;

Those who practice swords, the world is uneven, and they are cut with a sword.

Chen Fusheng touched the body of the sword and was silent, and today, he really understood why the sword cultivation was the strongest.

Sword cultivation, to a certain extent, is very similar to demon cultivation, to the most affectionate, the purest heart, and the Dao heart is naturally incomparable.

But it's not yet time, and his emotions haven't reached the highest point, so he can't use that sword that is complete enough, and he still needs to wait.

Fortunately, he didn't have to wait too long.

After the hesitation stone, although it is still turbulent, but the danger is undoubtedly greatly reduced, it didn't take long for him to be there under the broken wall of Baiyan Mountain on the south bank, and saw a piece of ochre white stone wall that is long and thousand-handed, smooth as a mirror, and engraved with fonts, this is the legendary powder wall stone carving, also known as the powder wall hall.

On the powder wall hall, densely carved with seals, subordinates, Kai, line fonts, there is a large zhang square, the small one is only the size of a finger, according to Chen Fusheng knows that there is no lack of famous handwriting, the age is from the ancient times that can not be verified has been extended to this dynasty.

But what attracted Chen Fusheng the most was undoubtedly the immortal Mobao mentioned by Boss Shui.

Kuimen is the best in the world!

The more Chen Fusheng looked at it, the more fascinated he became, and his mind was so engrossed that he couldn't extricate himself at all.

Meng Tong first learned the righteous path article, the musician heard the master's hand, and the person who practiced calligraphy and painting saw the master's handwriting.

These five big characters are not seal scripts, not subordinate scripts, not line scripts, not regular scripts, but real wild grass.

"This is sword qi!" Chen Fusheng muttered to himself as he looked at the five big characters that had gone through the invasion of the river for many years, but were still full of sword intent, "I'm afraid this person's cultivation is no worse than that of the master, at least it is also a dragon and tiger golden pill." ”

Dragon Tiger Jindan, that is already qualified to be called an immortal,

"It turns out that what the water boss said is really not wrong, this is really an immortal ruin!"

Chen Fusheng sketched such a picture out of thin air: a heroic and uninhibited immortal, volleying into the void, holding a wine gourd in one hand and pouring wine, and using his fingers as a sword in the other hand, releasing infinite sword energy, and the chic book is five big characters.

Chen Fusheng's hair was flying, his green shirt was windless, his mood fell into an ethereal state, and he gradually became complete, and a kind of high-spirited intention naturally erupted on his own.

At this time, the bow of the ship was empty except for the water boss.

Chen Fusheng smiled, lightly toeed, floated out of the bow of the boat obliquely, staring at the five big characters of "Kuimen Tianxiaxiong", there was nothing else in his eyes, as if he wanted to engrave it fiercely in his heart.

Chen Fusheng pulled out the autumn water, and out of thin air felt a kind of unbridled pleasure stirring up in his heart, looked up to the sky and laughed, turned around in the air, turned his back to the flour wall hall and the immortal Mobao, and said loudly to the Chijia Mountain: "The senior Mobao is in front, and see the juniors borrow the Qinglian Sword Immortal to return this sword." Dapeng rises with the wind one day, and it will hit the water for 3,000 miles. ”

The ancients left a pen, only to make a fuss on this 3,000-foot powder wall hall, and today I Chen Fusheng want to leave a word on this Chijia Mountain.

The autumn water flew out of his palm on its own, crossed the water surface of ten zhang, and the sword was a thousand feet, straight into the green darkness, and rushed straight to the bare cliff.

The Qiushui Sword was already enough to cut gold and jade, and with the attachment of internal force, it was like a tiger with wings, and the sword body was completely immersed in the stone.

I didn't see any movement of Chen Fusheng's fingers, the sword walked at will, like a spear and halberd, opening and closing, sneering a few times, and writing a big and square "big" word.

After writing a word, the autumn water jumped out on its own, swinging in the air, and fell below the word "big", this time it was like a spiritual snake, and like a bird, it was a "Peng" word.

Chen Fusheng walked the dragon and snake with his sword, and the faster he wrote, but when he saw the stone chips coming down one after another, the two lines of 14 big characters between the whiskers had already been written.

Chen Fusheng, who stepped on the river with both feet, stretched out his hand, and the Qiushui Sword naturally flew into his sleeve, and crossed into a divine sense to examine it carefully, which made him a little surprised, and wrote fourteen words, and the spirituality of the Qiushui Sword actually increased slightly.

Chen Fusheng looked around left and right, "Kuimen Tianxiaxiong" and "Dapeng will rise with the same wind one day, and it will hit the water for 3,000 miles" across the river Looking at each other from the north and south, it is also interesting.

Shrugging his shoulders, Chen Fusheng, whose temperament had been invisibly refined, tapped the river, swayed back to the bow of the boat, chuckled at the water boss who had already looked stupid, and silently walked into the cabin.

Through this sword, he had some understanding, and he needed some time to understand it.

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