Gongsun Shangyi was annoyed and ashamed, but on the surface, he still looked like a honey-bellied sword, and he thought in his heart, "Although this prince of Dingguo is in name only, if he dies in Wangting Mountain, he will inevitably become a mortal enemy with the Yang family in Jiangzhou, and he will provoke the anger of the government and the opposition, and the matter of seeking to enter the Changxin Palace will probably come to naught." It's better to beat him up and let him retreat from the difficulty", he thought about it, and he already had an idea in his heart.

However, he was a little puzzled in his heart, this prince, who had never walked around the rivers and lakes, was so clear about the affairs of Wangting Mountain, he glanced at Mo Canglan, a guest under his door.

"The stinking turtle son, slandering my master, sprinkling the family's talents, let me ask Your Excellency a few tricks", a bearded guest, with a bald head, jumped out of the crowd with two ring knives.

Light cavalry lieutenant Luo Zi jumped out, and the sword in his sleeve blocked the ring knife under the volley.

I saw Luo Zi's sleeve sword swimming like a green snake in the shadow of the ring knife, and the two ring knives turned into a thick black gas lingering around, entangled and bitten the green snake.

Luo Zi snorted coldly, and the sword shadow filled the sky wherever the sword in his sleeve went, and the sound of explosion in the air was like rolling thunder with the sword. Luo Zi turned around and fell, the corners of Mo Canglan's mouth showed a desperate smile, an extremely slender sword mark in his neck, and he said "good fast sword" in his mouth, and then his head flew out, his neck was full of blood, and his body fell to the ground and died.

A Taoist girl in Tsing Yi, with a wooden hairpin in her hair bun, flew out of the crowd, and a light brown gourd dust swept left and right, her body fluttered, and she instantly hit Yang Ze.

The white crane explores the water frame and the colorful clouds, the stunt of the gourd hermitage in northern Xinjiang.

This gourd dusting stunt is a weapon in the gourd nunnery in northern Xinjiang, dancing like a whimsy, free and elegant, flashing and jumping, flexible and changeable, her sudden blow made people shocked.

The maid Huangyi was closest to Yang Ze, she snorted lightly, snatched it out sideways, and the thirty-six soul-slaying knives of the soul-slaying umbrella opened and closed, and the shadow of the knife continued, all in one go.

"Soul Slashing Knife", Gongsun Shangyi was secretly surprised, he couldn't imagine that there were still heirs to this soul slashing.

In front of him, Dao Gu was directly strangled by thirty-six soul slashing knives, and the rest of the guests were shocked.

Plum Blossom Ping, Huancai Pavilion.

The plum trees that grow here are hundreds of times the size of Kuixing Tower, surrounded on three sides by a clearing that protrudes from the cliff peak, and a four-story small building rises on the open ground, and several disheveled Taoist aunts are charming and coquettish, demented.

"You are here", a sparse yellow-haired long-bearded old man turned his back to Gongsun Zhishui, looking at the Lingfeng of Wudang Mountain, where the wall is called Tingya, which is the origin of the name of Wangting Mountain. Sixteen years ago, he had gray hair and white beard, but now he showed signs of rejuvenation, and his hair and beard turned from white to yellow again.

"En", Gongsun Zhishui agreed softly.

"Figured it out?".

"Well, it is a great blessing for me to be able to enter the Huancai Pavilion, thank you to the ancestors for your success", Gongsun Zhishui Yingying bowed, the voice did not fall, and the soft sword of the green snake was unsheathed.

Plum Blossom Tianyan Sword Technique.

The huge sword pillar carried a terrifying aura, and the pavilion collapsed and smashed into Gongsun Ji's back, and it was about to force him down the court cliff.

"Zhishui, you were trained by me personally, why did you betray me?", Gongsun Ji suddenly changed color, clenched his fist with his right hand, and leaned into the sword pillar to tear the sword pillar into pieces.

Gongsun Zhishui snorted, stomped on the green snake sword and shook out thousands of sword flowers, stabbed Gongsun Ji's eyes, and pinched the plum blossom seal sword trick with his left hand, obviously going to die with Gongsun Ji. Gongsun Ji was on a lonely stone cliff in front of the court cliff, there was no way to retreat, he was annoyed and angry, and with a slight push of his right palm, the flexible green snake soft sword was like hitting an invisible copper wall, and it was broken with a "bang", and Gongsun Zhishui's delicate body fell into the sea of clouds like a kite with a broken line.

"I hate you", Gongsun Zhishui's voice came intermittently from under the court cliff, getting smaller and smaller......

The old woman served by Kui Xinglou was originally the eyeliner of Gongsun Shangyi, and he originally wanted to get rid of Gongsun Shangwu first, and then find an opportunity to attack Gongsun Ji. The old woman hurriedly followed the green-shirted guest to Huancai Pavilion, and when she saw this scene, she was so frightened that she climbed to the front of the mountain.

"Plop" knelt on the ground, "Boss...... Master, no, there's an accident over there in Huancai Pavilion."

"Speak slowly, are you in a hurry to reincarnate?", Gongsun Shangyi reprimanded the old woman with a majestic face, he didn't expect that there would be repeated accidents on the mountain today, "What's going on in Huancai Pavilion?" The old woman took a few deep breaths in fear, her tone was still restless, and she said anxiously, "The second master is dead, and Miss Zhishui is also dead."

"What?", Gongsun Shangyi couldn't believe his ears, and asked again, in addition to the old ancestor on this mountain, Gongsun Shangwu is the most powerful, as early as a few years ago, it was the realm of martial arts Taiqing, he has been placing eyeliner next to Gongsun Shangwu, and the killer has never found a chance to start.

"Who killed him?", even though Gongsun Shangyi was scheming, his mind was blank at the moment, and he couldn't care about his identity anymore, so he leaned over from the horse and asked sharply.

A scholar in a green shirt ...... Miss Zhishui was killed by the ancestor himself", the old woman saw that Gongsun Shangyi was furious, and she was so frightened that she prostrate on the ground and did not dare to tremble.

"The old ancestor is out of the customs, isn't it that he has fallen into the demon barrier through his practice, and he has gone mad?"

"If you continue to entangle here, I'm afraid that Gongsun Ji will have no one to collect his body", Wei Zhongcheng pointed to the direction of the ring with a feather fan, only to see that the dark clouds were rolling over there, and the snow was pouring down, blocking everyone's sight, and it was white.

Gongsun Shangyi hesitated slightly, he was old and sophisticated, so he naturally knew which was more important. It was not too late to stabilize the mountain gate and compete with the prince of Yang Mansion, so he immediately turned his horse's head and ran towards Huancai Pavilion.

The black shadow swayed under the cliff, like a bird stepping into the clouds, and the green-shirted guest landed on the side of the collapsed pavilion with the woman in white in his arms.

"Stop the water...", the snow-white chest of the grandson Zhishui in the arms of the green-shirted guest gasped, and the blood stains on the white clothes were soaked and dyed red.

"Mother...", Gongsun Zhishui choked the last sentence with difficulty, the sea of internal organs and qi was exploded, and the blood filled her throat, and she glanced at the golden bell in the hand of the Qingyi guest, she suddenly remembered that at the foot of Wudang Mountain, an old Taoist who fished for the jade belt in the blue water and cold pool, once chattered with himself, "The golden bell went down to the cliff, and the green shirt went to Meiping", I originally thought he was a crazy Taoist, and I didn't care, but I didn't expect ......", her eyes appeared in Wangting Mountain's painful experience over the years, and she was relieved and left with a smile.

Gongsun Ji, who has lived for two years, has never looked at the Qingyi guest from beginning to end, this river and lake, except for Wudang Mountain, which dominates the Quartet and several new and old sword gods, the others are not worth his visit at all. For him, he has lived for two years, and there is nothing between heaven and earth that he can't let go, and so do people.

"Gongsun Ji over the years, have you ever entered the land fairy realm in Wangting Mountain?"

"Hou Junji, twenty years ago, you didn't want to enter Wudang, let alone look down on me Wangting Mountain, even if you have talent, can you read a land immortal in the Bozhong Pavilion of Jixia School Palace?"

"Ancestor, the scenery of Huancai Pavilion is infinite, but it's a pity that the Heavenly Dao is circulating, you have lost all your virtues, and the thunder catastrophe is inevitable, today I am here to see you off."

"Pedant child, what a big breath", Gongsun Ji's yellow hair fluttered, his hands were on his back, and he stood proudly.

"A good Wangting Mountain was made into a miasma by this old Wangba, and Wangting Mountain was finally destroyed in his hands for five hundred years", Wei Zhongcheng and Shizi went hand in hand, thinking of this absurd old ancestor and scolded fiercely.

"How can you know if you don't try?", the green shirt man smiled lightly, and the golden bell in his hand jingled.

The green-shirted guest waved his palms, and his qi moved with his palms, and the snowfall in the sky condensed into a huge snowball around the green-shirted guest, and he gently pushed it, and the snowball as thick as a mountain smashed into a deep ravine on the ground and smashed towards Gongsun Ji.

Gongsun Ji threw his fists out and threw them at the snowball.

"Boom", there was a loud bang, and the strong Gang Qi turned the snowball into raindrops and scattered in all directions, and Gongsun Ji's body was surrounded by layers of qi and engines, and the dripping water was not stained.

The green-shirted man wiped the drops of water on his face, coughed violently, and red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, he wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Qingyi Xiao'er, this is the land immortal you read in the Jixia School Palace?"

"Is the ancestor in a hurry to die?" The green shirt guest was not in a hurry, his right hand was rising, the green shirt was agitated, and his clothes were fluttering.

The heavy snow on Wangting Mountain is like waves cascading on top of each other, surging in waves.

In an instant, three hurricane storm snow pillars gathered between heaven and earth, and swept towards Gongsun Ji, who was standing on the plum blossom flat.

The white dragon swims in a chain of palms.

Three white dragons descended from the sky, swimming along the right palm of the green-shirted guest, and the fists that filled the surroundings wrapped around Gongsun Ji.

Gongsun Ji smiled contemptuously at the corner of his mouth, clenched his fists and smashed into the two blizzard dragon pillars in front of him, the violent storm was instantly smashed by his fists, and the thousand-year-old plum blossom tree in front of the plum blossom ping was broken. Turning around, he pulled the last of the Storm Snow Dragon Pillar out of the clouds and threw it off the cliff.

"Boy, is that what you can do?", Gongsun Ji showed a sneering look on his face, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, his body rose vertically, and his fists smashed into the chest of the green shirt.

The green-shirted man arched his left leg, stepped out with his right foot, turned his palm into a claw, and grabbed the fists smashed by Gongsun Ji.

Gongsun Ji snorted coldly, his figure was lying in the air, and his right foot kicked the waist of the green shirt. This aerial illusion move was completed in the blink of an eye, and the right kick hit the green shirt, but it was like kicking into the void air, without any focus.

"Hmph, King Kong Realm?", Gongsun Ji snorted, and with a move "Qinglong into the sea" probed into the sea of Qingshan's politeness, as if entering a no-man's land, grabbed Qingshan's guest Qingshan and tried to throw him out sideways.

What he didn't notice was that the green-shirted man had not used his left hand from beginning to end, his body had not moved at all, he leaned back, dodged the sharp claw of Gongsun Ji, grabbed Gongsun Ji's left foot and threw him at Meihuaping.

Gongsun Ji rolled around in the ground a few times in embarrassment before he unloaded the strength he had just thrown, his hair was messy, the sleeves of his robe were covered with mud, he had long lost his chic posture just now, and he looked skinny, as if he had just aged dozens of years all of a sudden.

"You...... Who are you the white-clothed abbot of Lianhua Temple and the head of Wudang Mountain?", Gongsun Ji looked at the green-shirted guest who had been coughing, he didn't expect that this green-shirted guest, who was sick and weak and seemed to be dying at any time, had reached the realm of martial arts had reached the realm of celestial phenomena.

"The avenue is one, all the laws are returned to the sect, Gongsun Ji, you have only lived two jiazi in vain."

At this time, Gongsun Shangwu and his subordinates Keqing and Yang Ze's Beifu soldiers had already arrived, and the wind and snow were blowing so that they couldn't open their eyes.

"The old ancestor is finally out of the customs", he looked at the two of them confidently, how could this green shirt be the opponent of the old ancestor? However, he found that the old ancestor was a little embarrassed at the moment.

The green-shirted guest looked up at the sky and muttered to himself, in the past 20 years, he has entered the Buddha from Confucianism and Taoism, but he has never been able to cut off that strand of love and cannot soar.

The Meihuaping blizzard hit, and there was a vast expanse between heaven and earth. At this time, 10,000 plum blossoms are in full bloom on the plum blossom lawn, standing proudly in the blizzard. What's even more surprising is that in the winter, the thunder of Wangting Mountain is loud, the thunder rolls in, and the lightning splits into the plum blossom bushes, and the cliff crackles and ignites the fire.

"Zhao Lao Dao, borrow the bell and use it", the green shirt man shouted, Wudang Mountain was like nine days of thunder, "Zhong... Bell... bell...", echoed in everyone's ears. On the opposite side of Wudang Mountain, no one knocked on it, like a superimposed bell on the top, deafening. Thousands of snow dragons fell from the clouds, and the water of the river went upstream, converging into a mountain, and smashed into the position where Gongsun Ji of Meihuaping was standing.

Gongsun Ji only realized the power of the green-shirted guest opposite at this moment, he tried his best, and a yellow dragon faintly appeared above his head, and there was a faint dragon chant echoing.

Yellow dragon cover.

The green-shirted guest raised the scripture with his left hand, coughed a few times, a mouthful of red blood spurted out, and the Sanskrit Taoist talisman came out of the air enchantment, it was the soldier Taigong sitting in Kunlun, and the plum blossoms were like a seat, binding the yellow dragon and cutting off the knife.

Suddenly, the snow stopped and the wind stopped, Gongsun Ji disappeared in the plum blossom ping, the plum blossoms that flew away from the branches and bloomed around the center of the plum blossom ping, for a long time, there was a golden bell on the ground.

"Pedant Xiucai, use it, you have to tell me", the sloppy old man glanced at Wangting Mountain a few times, looked back at a few stunned boys behind him, and said softly, "What is the most difficult thing in the world to solve? Let's just say that our Taoist Immortal Venerable Donghua Emperor Lu Dongbin has gone through disasters for the sake of a love word three mortal dusts, you little Taoist children, remember to remember, don't be really emotional."

"Didn't Lu Zu cut the love silk with a wise sword?", a Taoist boy came back to his senses and asked puzzledly.

"If the love thread is cut off, it is not a love thread."

The sloppy old Taoist knocked three times on his head with straw sandals, "One enlightenment is life, one enlightenment is death, the Tao is profound, I can't wake up every day, when will I realize the Tao?"

"Oh", Xiao Daotong rubbed his head that had just been knocked by straw sandals, looking ignorant.