Yang Ze lightly pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, and wanted to draw the sword several times, but he kept suppressing the panic in his heart.

He was waiting, waiting for Xu Xuan to make a move, this is the essence of Xishu's sword drawing technique, the last to come first, a desperate sword.

Suddenly, Xu Xuan unsheathed the Honghong knife, slashed at Yang Ze from the left side, and before the move was old, the handle of the knife was handed horizontally, and the slash was turned into a stab. This Xu Xuan is ruthless and vicious, and this move is also tricky and weird, he has a very high understanding of integrating boxing into knife techniques, and deliberately lures Yang Ze into being fooled by a false move.

"Carving insect skills", Yang Ze laughed, a powerful sword qi bloomed out, the long sword buzzed, and the thunder exploded, deafening.

Xu Xuan's chest was half an inch away from the blade of the sword, and he almost disemboweled. There was no fear on his face, he was used to licking blood from the knife over the years, living day by day. He knelt down on his knees, slid under Yang Ze's horse, and slashed upward, about to split the man and the horse in half. Suddenly, the ugly old woman on the right side stabbed out with a turquoise dragon bird dagger, blocking Xu Xuan's retreat, if Xu Ling slashed Yang Ze, he would inevitably be poked out of the hole, and it was obviously quenched with poison, so he would definitely not do such a loss-making deal.

Xu Xuan's feet kicked on the ground, a "fisherman asks" move, obliquely crashed into the arms of a Beifu cavalry who came up, "ah", the Beifu soldier fell off the horse, cracked his skull with a click, and whined for his life, and galloped away.

"General Luo, Han Yao, and Monk Ziyi will give you fifty horses, and this kind of scum will be handed over to you to dispose of, and you will see people alive or corpses when they die."

"Son, rest assured, his subordinates are going to skin this animal life", the three of them performed light skills, Han Yao was in front, and more than fifty horsemen followed closely behind.

In an instant, Yang Ze turned over and dismounted, and there was a thin blood mark on his neck, if he hadn't noticed it in time, I am afraid that he would have been in a different place at this moment.

On the fork of a dead tree not far away, a six-year-old boy looked at him with a smile, shook his head and said, "It's a pity that it's a little bit worse."

"Young Master of the Yang family, I haven't seen you for a few days, and my kung fu has improved a lot, this skill of stealing teachers is really powerful. But give me your life today," said the childish child, and climbed down the trunk of the tree with great difficulty. Holding a bunch of dog tail grass in his hand, a childlike look, it is obvious that he is hurting people with dog tail grass flying flowers.

"Hmph, although I don't know who you are, but you are really ghostly", Yang Ze touched his neck, sneered, his voice was a little hoarse, and the maid in yellow clothes came out sideways.

"Little girl, do you really think that your Shura Soul Slaying Knife can cut my soul?"

Huang Yi didn't speak, staring at his hands intently, knowing that these grasses were like a sharp flying knife in his hands, and he could take a person's head at any time in one breath.

Under the archway of "Daoliu Wan" in the high place, a guest in a green shirt, with a thin face, holds a volume of Confucian Shuyi in his right hand, and reads it while walking.

The boy frowned.

Then a sloppy old man carried a Zhong Kui-style peachwood sword on his back, followed closely behind the green shirt, and came from afar.

"Hmph, I can't handle my mess well, and I still have leisure and nosy."

The green-shirted guest put away the book in his hand and looked up, his eyes revealing a trace of sadness. Seeing this, the hard-mouthed boy was like a naughty boy seeing Mr. Private School, and disappeared at the bend at the foot of the mountain in an instant.

"There are also people who are afraid of slapping people in the face and exposing people's shortcomings", Wei Zhongcheng shook his feather fan and said to himself, "Twenty years, this Wangting Mountain has finally forced out a saint who has touched the realm of divine powers."

Yang Ze didn't know whether the Qingyi guest was friend or foe, he clenched the hilt of the Qingfeng sword in his hand, and his vitality was injected into the sword, and his whole body was like a civet cat's tight bowstring, and his beard was upside down. Suddenly, the Qingfeng Sword was full of sword intent, and countless gorgeous sword shadows swept up. The green-shirted man carried his hands behind his back, the sleeves of his robe swayed, and the unparalleled sword light slashed down all over his body, but he was calm and moved forward slowly.

Yang Ze's cultivation of "Xinyou Zhou Tianjue", supplemented by Niutou Mountain pills, the nine acupoints have broken through the four paths, at this time they have touched the realm of a first-class master, but they can't shake the Qingyi guest half a point, this martial arts in the rivers and lakes has crossed to more than a first-class, and it is almost a gap of 108,000 miles.

The green-shirted man raised his left hand, a scroll of scriptures was carried behind him, and with a slight wave of his hand, the brilliant sword light of the Qingfeng Sword disappeared immediately, he covered his mouth, stopped and coughed a few times, and a pool of scarlet blood jumped into his palm.

"Gongzi is the blood of the royal family, I think the students also listened to the Dingguo Gongyu battle group Confucianism, we opened the skylight and said bright words, do you want to control Wangting Mountain?"

The Gongsun family of Wangting Mountain, one of the top ten gate lord clans of the dynasty, has produced many masters over the years, and has the momentum to catch up with and surpass the three major sword sects, not to mention that the five-story treasure house of the Kui Xinglou is enough to make everyone in the world covet. However, Wangting Mountain is not a place to wait for leisure, the ancestor Gongsun Ji day and night in the Huancai Pavilion to pick yin and yang, practice plum blossom Tianyan technique, has already cultivated a golden body is not bad, these years are obsessed with martial arts, some well-informed people say that he has touched the meaning of the divine realm, is it so easy to conquer?

Yang Ze knew that subduing Wangting Mountain was equivalent to subduing half of the gate lord clans, and the advantages definitely outweighed the disadvantages for the royal palace, and this risk was worth taking.

"Why should I do that?", Yang Ze looked at the scholar and said lightly, he was confident that the two hundred Beifu soldiers, as well as the Ziyi monk and his party, although they would not necessarily control Wangting Mountain, but it was no problem to retreat with their whole body, there were ready-made cheap pick-ups, and it would be a fool not to pick them up.

"Do you know that all the way north from Huizhou, the Qiao Snake Gang, the Wangfu, and the Scar Boy are all invisibly manipulated by Wangting Mountain behind the scenes? I see that your eyebrows are faintly green, and now the Fengchi Acupoint, Quchi Acupoint, Neiguan Acupoint, Huan Jump Acupoint, Zusanli Acupoint, Yinmen Acupoint, Baihui Acupoint, Yongquan Acupoint, Kunlun Acupoint are only four of the nine major acupoints, whenever you perform the exercises, the magic sound, the Buddha sound, and the fairy sound are scorched and reversed, and you return again and again without success, I am afraid that you will go astray? After cleaning up Wangting Mountain, the student's Jade Emperor Building cultivation can be passed on to you."

"What am I going to do?", Yang Ze readily agreed, and the green shirt said in Yang Ze's heart.

"Tomorrow morning, go up the mountain, clean up the mess, clean up to Tingshan, and control Wangting."

"Good".

The green-shirted guest shook to the ground, the corners of his mouth moved, but he didn't speak, said goodbye to the sloppy old man, and flew away, holding back for twenty years, it was time to make a break.

Not far behind him, the sloppy old man looked sad, "After all, this river and lake can't get around a love word." Riding the bull ancestor Hui sword to cut the seven loves, it is just for this one love word, so he never dares to be contaminated with that little bit of love."

The poor scholar who had been at the bottom of the mountain for 20 years turned around and went up the mountain to kill people.

"Brother Dao, don't come unharmed", the lame Wei Zhongcheng said to Zhao Ru, who was carrying the peachwood sword.

Originally, on Wudang Mountain, Zhao Ruyu, the younger brother of the old master Zhao Ruyan, was the most qualified to inherit the new master, but unfortunately Zhao Ruyu was sloppy, unwilling to be burdened by the world, and had a pure Taoist heart.

"The old road down the mountain is not worldly, and this four-year-old child has a fate, the poor road wants to be accepted as an apprentice, I don't know if it?", the sloppy old road took off the straw sandals on his feet, poured out a few grains of fine sand, no wonder he put his feet all the way. Put on your shoes, look at this brocade and jade clothes, eye-catching young master, think about the Buddha Confucianism and Taoism in Wudang Mountain, he once witnessed the demeanor of Yang Wanli, the Duke of Dingguo of the Yang family, "like, like very much."

A gust of wind passed, and the fallen leaves on the dead trees drifted down. The one hundred and fifty cavalry soldiers of the Northern Mansion looked at the sloppy-looking old Dao, and their faces showed disdainful expressions, "How can this have the slightest appearance of immortal wind and bones, the prince will definitely not agree to him", and several young soldiers were already gloating immediately.

"It's a good flying sand through the stone", the maid said softly, just behind the old road, the few grains of fine sand bounced into the thick tree, and after the hole, it went deep into the rock, and the leaves flew.

As if under the bell, a four-year-old child rang the bell stiffly, and several young Dao children stuck out their tongues in the shocking dilapidated Dao crown.

"What a natural King Kong realm", the sloppy old man stroked his beard, changed his listless sampling in the past, laughed heartily, he finally found a proud apprentice, "I have a successor to Wudang Mountain", you must know that the deepest kung fu in Wudang is the mantra of "passing the heart to the heart, not writing words", and the most rare thing is to find an apprentice with peculiar roots. Senior brother Zhao Ruyan has received a number of disciples, among which the eldest disciple Zhao Yanyu was crowned with a purple robe by the emperor of the dynasty, and ruled the abbot of the Quartet Taoism, and the second disciple Zhao Yanyong was named the chief of Taoist etiquette of the dynasty. The rest of the disciples, Zhao Yanzun, Zhao Yanxiang and other twenty-seven have already touched the realm of first-class masters.

The sloppy old Taoist did not confiscate a single disciple, because he always did not meet a disciple who satisfied him, and he would rather lack than abuse.

This four-year-old child is Yang Hu at the foot of Mangcang Mountain, he dragged the hand of the yellow coat, looked at Yang Ze aggrievedly, and was unwilling to stay alone on the mountain.

"Good brother, this old Taoist is very capable, you will have the ability in the future, bring this bell back to Jiangzhou, there is still a lack of this big bell on Niutou Mountain", Yang Ze squatted down to wipe away his snot, rubbed his red face, and comforted.

Zhao Ruyu shook his head when he heard this, this is like the treasure of Zhong Naiwudang Zhenshan, how can he take it casually, but at the moment, if you want to keep this disciple, you can only trick him to stay.

"Don't worry, Childe, I will give you a real Dharma Protector King Kong in ten years", Lao Dao comforted. This Zhao Ruyu's heavenly way, he knows that the luck of the country is extraordinary, and the vulgar can change it at will, and there is also a layer of meaning to block the disaster for Zhao Yanyong, the unscrupulous nephew of Wudang Mountain. You must know that Zhao Yanyong tampered with luck in the dynasty and paid tribute to the tiger wolf Jin Dan. Although King Jing and others immediately had enough kidney water and lived dragons and tigers, they were eating grain, and after all, they had exhausted the emperor's luck and fate, and all things in this world were circulating, and the retribution was unpleasant, and the sloppy old man could not bear to hang himself from a tree in Wudang Mountain.

He remembered once asking the Wudang Patriarch:

"How is the Tao?".

"Bricks".

"How is Zen?"

"Wood".

At that time, it seemed that the donkey's lips were not in the horse's mouth, and he had been enlightened all his life, but he also knew that there were some hidden mysteries.

"What the hell is going on with that green-shirted guest who climbed the ninth floor of the Bozhong Pavilion?", Yang Ze slowly walked down the mountain, interrupting the thousands of thoughts of the most sloppy veteran in Wudang Mountain.

"The son of the world didn't know that Wu Jingxi, who went to Wudang Mountain to burn incense twenty years ago, was the biological daughter of Wu Tianci, the lord of the Later Liang State, and Murong Ziwei, and the baby in the swaddling clothes in the fire was transferred out by Wu Tianci in advance and raised by the Murong family. The view of the gateway class forced her to marry Wangting Mountain, and her twin daughters were adopted in the Murong and Gongsun families respectively, and she was too old to come."

Ye Qingxuan was silent, stunned, what is the most bitter thing in the world? This turn is a lifetime.

"Since so many years have passed, why do you only remember to go up the mountain to kill people now?"

"This old way can't tell the truth of the number of marriage qi, but he always forces out a land immortal. However, I heard that in the past few days, the old ancestor of Wangting Mountain, who wanted to live forever with martial arts, was going to include his apprentice Gongsun Zhishui into the Huancai Pavilion to make a good Ding furnace, but unfortunately the girl was already a first-class master at a young age."

"Brother Dao's words are not enough to believe, how can the land immortals be so easy to be?", the lame Taoist Wei Zhongcheng shook his feather fan, "I see that the green-shirted guest has reached the perfection of his Jade Emperor Tower's kung fu, and forcibly broke into the heavenly realm, I am afraid that his life will not be long", and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Master Wei, can the internal strength of this Jade Emperor Building really be transferred and grafted? Isn't there a lot of masters on the rivers and lakes?", after getting off Wudang, Yang Ze couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, but grafting internal force is not easy, it varies from person to person, the most important thing is that this internal force was originally used to strengthen the foundation, but to pass on to others at least above the celestial realm, otherwise the grafted person will be cut off from the meridians, and the sea of qi will burst and die, think about how many immortals in the celestial realm are in this river and lake, and who is willing to pass it on to others after finally cultivating to this realm?", the lame Taoist said slowly, paused slightly, as if thinking about something, and continued" The Jade Emperor Tower is the top internal power of Wudang Mountain, and the internal power of Panyue Xuanzhu that you have cultivated belongs to the same sect. At the beginning of Lao Tzu's preaching, this kung fu varies from person to person, and there are several different names for different sects, but ten thousand ways to return to the sect, the road is different. But don't be too happy, it's hard to say how many achievements you can accept with this internal force, you may have nothing, at most half of it."

Yang Ze, the prince of the world, didn't expect this Jade Emperor Tower to be so powerful, he saw Huang Yi on his side and smiled, and suddenly thought of something, "Sister Huangyi, won't your beautiful Shura Soul Slaying Knife also be passed on, why didn't I know that you would have these beautiful kung fu before?", Huang Yi's eyes looked at this young master clearly, smiled slightly, his face was slightly red, but he didn't speak.

The rivers and lakes are easy to age.

A few lonely dead leaves in the woods at the foot of Wudang Mountain hung stubbornly on the branches, fighting against the cold wind, but I don't know how many past events were scattered in this cold wind. On the rivers and lakes, who still remembers that a few decades ago, there was another person on the rivers and lakes - killing souls.