Yun Ling looked at the man in Tsing Yi in front of him, his expression was not shocked, but he was quiet, and the ancient sword on the side was inserted on the door frame and did not enter a few inches, Lin Quan shouted angrily: "Who are you?

"If only you knew that I was human. A hoarse voice came from under the hat, "I can't understand the human language of the beast." ”

Lin Quan laughed angrily and said to the side, "Senior brother, there is a ready-made stake for sword practice today!"

Yun Ling didn't say much, and the figure came to the front of Tsing Yi in a flash, and the five palms split into the air, only towards his chest and abdomen, and the palm was vigorous, and there was thunder in the palm wind. Su Qingyue saw the way out, and the palm was sealed, and the wrist was flipped to avoid the cloud halfway, and the palm was used from the bottom to the top to take his forearm to "help the Lan hand", so that he could use his strength to push the waves, and he was deeply abandoned.

The color of surprise on Yun Ling's face flashed and disappeared, and he retreated, and the palm shadows on his hand kept coming out, forcing Su Qingyue to let go, and suddenly a palm shadow struck at the door, Su Qingyue dodged with a spin heel, but the palm wind was very fast, it was still a veneer, and the smell of burnt was faint, and the girl's hat was lifted up with a veil, and black smoke fell in the distance.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" Su Qingyue couldn't suppress the surprise in her heart, and her hair hung down like a waterfall on her shoulders.

"It's a female!" Lin Quan's eyes opened slightly, and he whispered, "Yes, she deliberately lowered her voice to hide her daughter's identity!"

Yun Ling was surprised when he saw Su Qingyue's true face, and said coldly: "It's actually a good woman, you can avoid my "palm thunder", your skills are not understated, come on." ”

Su Qingyue originally intended to leave the Heavenly Abandoned Valley, unwilling to provoke right and wrong for the old subordinates, but looking at Yun Ling's face, Sensen's martial arts are not weak, there will be a fierce battle later, and when the time comes, it is inevitable to use the sword technique of the Heavenly Abandoned Valley, and he can't hide it after all.

"Rather than being seen by him, it is better to report to his family and let the world see the demeanor of the Heavenly Abandoned Valley!" As soon as he thought of this, Su Qingyue stretched his sleeves and raised his eyebrows, raised his eyebrows, and said: "Heavenly Abandoned Valley, Su Qingyue Lu saw that he was angry, and he drew his knife and vowed to seek justice for the woodcutter!"

"Okay," Lu saw that he was angry and drew his sword!" Yun Ling laughed when he heard it, and the aftermath was endless, long and powerful, "Xuanwu Guan Lonely Void True Person's disciple Yun Ling is very clever!" As soon as the words fell, the ancient sword on the door frame hummed, the sword body trembled sharply, and the sound of "brush" flew towards Yun Ling's hand, and the blood on the sword was thrown out on the ground along the tip of the sword, like a cuckoo blooming.

The sound of "ding" was low, back to the "green warbler", the knife chirped tactfully, the shadow flashed, Su Qingyue stepped out, and the "Flowing Warbler Flying Knife" flowed freely, and several blue lights stabbed towards Yunling, the latter sword followed the shadow, and the sword light was like a glow, like a fluttering wind and rain, and in a blink of an eye, the dust rose and the sand was raised, and the field was more than loud.

The green peak is like a cluster of sunset shadows, the morning fog will stop the ape and birds are singing, the handwriting on the late monument of the Yan Gu Pavilion is already illegible, and the sound of the chicks crying on the stone wall and high cliff in the eagle stream is coming, adding a few touches of sadness to the battle in front of the Xuanwu Temple.

Yun Ling was born in Wudang, all the way to the "Liangyi Split Xia Sword" quite attained, the junior is rare to meet opponents, plus the Xuanwu concept in his hand, the "Demon Sword" passed down from generation to generation is like a tiger with wings, only to hear the gold and iron, sonorous swords, the two of you, you come and go, rabbit ups and downs, thirty moves are fleeting.

Su Qingyue left Xiangzhou and went west alone, and on the way, in addition to looking for Ling Jiange, she had been thinking about what she had learned in the past, when she was young, she was fortunate to have a very powerful master, and that person was also a woman, but the height of martial arts was indescribable. That sword dance is really a change in heaven and man, and after many years, Su Qingyue still remembers it vividly.

"When you can break through the mystery of my swordsmanship, you can ride the clouds and change arbitrarily, and then you will never be bullied again..."

However, the years are like passing away, and Su Qingyue is ranked as the fifth son, and he still can't know the true meaning. It wasn't until Sichuan Shu met Lingyun Daoren's vast and majestic sword intent that she was puzzled.

The girl's knife technique gradually changed, a move "back to the warbler peck", a change of the past, just more soft and less posture, Ana knife style charming, like a flying warbler, light crying, like a spring breeze, like a willow, fast and slow. Yun Ling shot out without mercy, and the sword blade of "Radiant Radiance" held Liuxia and pointed at the girl's throat. Su Qingyue's face was like a cage frost, the knife technique suddenly changed, "flowing water and Huanhua", her body was like a falling flower, the knife was like flowing water, and she bounced away the demon sword, but unexpectedly, the strength came, and the Qingying knife in her right hand was picked off, and Su Qingyue intuitively felt that the tiger's mouth was hot and painful.

"Farewell!" Yun Ling's long blade was about to take the opponent's life, and suddenly found that the corners of the girl's mouth were slightly raised, and her heart felt strange, Su Qingyue's body spun up, and kicked the Qingying short knife that fell in the air!

"Oh no!" Yun Ling was shocked by the other party's voice, and the blue light and shadow of the green warbler galloped towards Lin Quan with a crisp knife sound!

Lin Quan was stunned for a while, he didn't want Su Qingyue to take the time to shoot at himself under the fierce battle, and he couldn't help but be stunned and forgot to dodge. Another stream of ink light flew and hit the Qingying short knife, and thrust into the door panel three inches apart from Lin Quan's head.

Yun Ling threw the Demon Sword to save his junior brother, and in this time, Su Qingyue bullied his body, the Qingying knife in his left hand was blowing in the wind, and his right hand was empty, and the palm was condensed, and the sword palm came out together, and Yun Ling was knocked into the downwind, but after a while, the short knife cut through his robe, only to see a scar crawling on his shoulder, as if it had not healed for a long time.

Yun Ling couldn't do anything, so he had to eat the bitter fruit by himself, and at the moment he used the Xuanwu concept of "five styles of demon suppression" to deal with the left hand and pointed to the "falling moon knife", which seemed to sink the hook and did not fall, and the right hand clenched the "Huiyang fist" like a blazing sun, when the air was in the air, the hands were staggered, the sun and the moon were intertwined, and the yin and yang were born together, and they actually blocked Su Qingyue's onslaught.

"What a handsome skill!" Su Qingyue sighed more and more in shock, the opponent was so powerful, thinking in her heart that she was making such a move, and when the other party's help arrived, it was difficult for her to get out, and at that moment, the knife was like a wheel, sweeping Yun Ling's hair bun, taking advantage of Yun Ling's back, so the technique was re-cast, and the short knife flew out, but when Yun Ling leaned back, her left foot raised and kicked her wrist, and she was kicked before she could throw it.

Su Qingyue's left foot swept on the ground, stirred up the dust and sand, and her figure flew backwards, picked up the unconscious Lao Li, and walked towards the mountain road, at this moment, a strong wind came through the smoke and dust, and the speed was fast, Su Qingyue couldn't avoid it, and screamed, her shoulder was strong, and she received a heavy hand.

The girl was delicate and delicate, and suddenly there was a touch of red, the corners of her mouth were clenched, her teeth were closed, and blood oozed out of her teeth, she was stubborn and tenacious, and she was stubborn and tenacious, and she was injured and her body was lifted, and she jumped into the depths of Lin Mang, and when the smoke and dust dissipated, there was no more than half a figure, and Zhao Fu's headless body was lying there alone, the dark clouds were thick, the starlight was faint, and the evening breeze blew through the mountains and forests, making a whimpering sound, like a ghost crying.

Yunling Linquan looked back, only to see that the old man's beard was white, his hair was long, his hair was long, his waist was high, his crown was broad, and he was sparse, and his bearing was extraordinary.

"Master..."Yun Ling saw the old man and hurriedly knelt down, and Lin Quan followed. "The apprentice is incompetent, so that the villain disturbs the master's cultivation, and the crime deserves death, please ask the master to reduce his responsibility. ”

The old man's eyes flashed, and with a flick of his robe, the "Demon Swinging Sword" buzzed and flew into his hand, and his movements were smooth and smooth, without any sluggishness. He stroked the blade of the sword, there were four words on the blade, "Kill the Demon and Demon", the wild grass was skimmed and folded, like a long sword, a halberd, and the spirit was flying, as if it was about to reveal the outside of the sword.

"Do you know who wrote it?" said the old man, who was silent for a long time.

Yun Ling and Lin Quan looked at each other, both with suspicious expressions, Yun Ling has focused on killing since his master passed the sword, and he has never thought about the origin of the handwriting. "Forgive the apprentice for being stupid, and I hope the master will mention it. ”

The old man didn't seem surprised, glanced at him and said lightly: "This is Zhang Zhi's divine product." ”

Yunling Linquan practiced martial arts on weekdays, and also studied calligraphy, and the "grass saint" Zhang Zhi was famous for thousands of years. In the past, I only said that this sword was so long ago that I didn't want it to be precious, but now I thought of my previous deeds, sweating like rain for a while, and pleading guilty again and again: "I don't know that this sword is very heavy, and it is difficult to escape the blame for killing chickens with a bull knife and insulting treasures..."

"Treasure?" said the old man coldly, "what is more precious than life in the world?"

Yun Ling was silent in his heart when he heard this, and Lin Quan hurriedly complained: "Senior brother, seeing that I was being bullied, I just took a little heavier..."

"A little heavier, a little heavier!, a little heavier!" The old man's eyes burst into the face of the Dao Tong, and he wanted to pierce him! Lin Quan was extremely frightened when he saw this, and he howled loudly.

"What happened to Quan'er?" The cry was heard in the wind for miles, and a shadow stood in front of the door when he heard the sound, and stood still in front of the door, only to see that the man's beard was more youthful than the old man. When he saw the scene in front of the gate, he understood a little in his heart, and walked straight towards Lin Quan, and he was about to return to the view, and the old man said in a cold voice: "Stop." ”

The man frowned and said, "Senior brother, do you still have advice?"

The old man said, "You dragged my disciple to do dirty things that lost your conscience, how can you calculate this account?"

When the man heard this, he took a step back, looked the old man up and down for a moment, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, are you going to embarrass me?"

The old man's face was gloomy, and he watched as his junior brother brought Lin Quan back to the temple, and from time to time there were sarcastic words in his ears: "The old puppet who sells his reputation and reputation, if it weren't for the partiality of the master back then, I would be the master of this view!"

Hearing this, Yun Ling stood up suddenly, his fists clenched, staring in the direction they were going, his eyes burning. Looking at the old man again, he let out a very light sigh and quietly left, and a feeling of guilt rose inexplicably in his heart.

He stroked the scar on his shoulder, recalled the nameless boy's life-fighting swordsmanship in his mind, and whispered hatefully, "If I am not injured, why do I need the master to take action?

The night was low, the clouds were open, the fog was dotted, and a round of bright moon flew out of the swaying starlight, falling into the girl's eyes. I don't know how many journeys Su Qingyue only felt that her body was half numb, her legs were like lead, and every step required a lot of energy, and the breath in her body was disordered and stirred. "Also... Not yet—" she whispered softly, "You have to get him to safety...", her voice grew weaker, her lips kissed, and she fell to the ground with a thud.

After this movement, Lao Li Xing turned around, and in a trance, he found that Su Qingyue next to him had fainted to the ground, and was very surprised, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him, seeing goodbye, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, knowing that the girl was injured, and in a panic, he was about to carry Su Qingyue down the mountain to seek medical treatment, his hand just touched the girl's skin, and suddenly felt the warm fragrance of nephrite, and the old face was flushed, and looked at Su Qingyue's cheeks, reflecting the dissolved moonlight, making it difficult to remove his eyes.

"This girl is so good-looking, I don't know who hurt her, alas, I will cure her by then..." Old Li paused, and a look of admiration appeared on his face, "I don't know if she is married..."

“... Beauty is like a flower across the clouds, there is a high sky of green and underworld, there are waves of water below, the world is far away, the soul is bitter, and the dream soul is not difficult to pass the mountain..."The four fields are silent, the song is really scared at first glance, Lao Li jumped, he followed the sound and looked at the mountains and rocks not far away, and looked at a person sitting on the rock by the moonlight, and the wind led the stone to sing, which was very strange.

"You... Who are you?" asked Lao Li, holding back the fear in his heart.

The man looked over and smiled, "Do you ask me? ”

Lao Li was puzzled, and when he looked at the person's sloppy appearance again, he felt even more strange, but when he saw the man's tattered robe, his heartstrings suddenly tightened: "It's not good! Xuanwuguan's chasing soldiers are coming!" He was desperate to bear Su Qingyue, turned around and ran away, not wanting to bump into that person as soon as he turned around, and his heart was like a stormy wave, and he felt like a stormy wave in his heart, and today Tai Sui ran into these many monsters according to his fate, and his legs were weak and he couldn't retreat.

There was a loud sound from the soles of his feet, and Lao Li turned his head to look, and found that he had reached the edge of the cliff, and the gravel was rubbed by his heels and fell into the abyss. The woodcutter's anxious tears were about to come out, when he was the wolf and the tiger before, he pounced, knelt in front of the man, and kowtowed again and again: "Daoye, Daoye, the little one knows that he is wrong, he knows that he is wrong, please let him go, I will send good firewood every day in the future, if there is one less one, let me thunder and split the five horses, and divide the corpses, with sores on the top of my head and pus under my feet..."

"Hehe..." the sloppy Taoist priest suddenly laughed, he looked at Su Qingyue, his face was very familiar, and his heart moved: "It's okay to spare you, but I'm empty-handed, it's not good to deal with it, so right...", he pointed at Su Qingyue, "You and her, I only spare one, you choose yourself." ”

When Lao Li heard this, his heart was like a knife, and he begged again: "Dao Ye... Dao Ye, she is just a daughter, you are very merciful..."

"Do you want me to let her go?" the Taoist priest laughed, "Then you will go back with me?"

"I... She..."The woodcutter was anxious, but he couldn't think about it, but he couldn't stop kowtowing, his forehead was bruised and bloody.

The Taoist priest laughed arrogantly, and the laughter was clear and long-lasting, startling the birds in the forest, and the strength of the birds in the forest rang out, dozens of miles away, and the mountains were resounding. "Lonely and lonely, I have been lonely for ten years, and I am good at bullying the weak!"

The teacup fell to the ground and fell into pieces, and the long-haired old man in the Xuanwu Guanliu Danfei Pavilion stood up, his eyes solemn, as if there was a huge force pressing on his shoulders!

"Waste one. The old man said disdainfully, he looked out of the sky, frowned, and muttered, "The surname Zhang is back... He's back!"

The laughter was abrupt, the Taoist priest's sleeves flicked, and a soft internal strength like the wind lifted the woodcutter in the air, Lao Li looked at the Taoist priest at a loss, listened to his hair, and suddenly found that Su Qingyue had been carried by him on his shoulders at some point. Just as he was about to say more, he heard the Taoist priest chuckle and said, "Don't be afraid that I am not a Taoist priest of Xuanwu Temple, and I won't hurt you, this girl is injured and must be treated quickly." ”

Lao Li was half-convinced, and the Taoist priest saw that he was still reluctant to hand over the girl even if he was in a dilemma of life and death, and he appreciated it in his heart, and smiled at this moment: "Don't worry, if I want to kill someone, I will throw you two off the cliff, you know how to repay me, and I see it in my eyes, very good, very good." ”

Lao Li listened to it, his face was hot, and he secretly thought that his selfishness was not suitable for expression, and he didn't know what to say for a while, and when he was thinking, the Taoist priest replied: "If you want to take care of the little girl, send some food to the bamboo hut on the side of the "Yuyue Gorge" tomorrow, don't remember it with outsiders!"

The voice did not fall, the body was like a frightened dragon, and in the blink of an eye, the time did not enter the forest and the wilderness, and did not bring up half a grain of dust and sand, as if he had never come, and generally left Lao Li to stay in place, and his eyes were going to stare out...

The Taoist priest's internal strength is pure, the charm is long, and he has jumped several times, and the distance of twenty miles is just a flick of a finger, and the scenery is changed. Two moments later, come to the mountainside, see the peak in the distance, enter the clouds, see the bottom, see the bottom, the stone cliffs on both sides of the bank stand opposite each other, in the night of the mountain, such as Shubao respectful virtue, it is awe-inspiring.

Walk dozens of steps and see a forest colorful, metasequoia lonely straight apricot blossoms such as snow laurel shadow sparse green bamboo smoke, the path twists and turns, if Yuanming is close to it, it will definitely linger. At this time, a few orioles return from hunting and chirp to add to life.

A cold light passed through the forest, and Ye Chao came to the Taoist priest's chest, and the Taoist priest smiled lightly, and the two fingers in his right hand came out, and the cold light was firmly clamped, but it was half a sword blade. "The boy's sneak attack is not a good thing, so the poor road looks down on it. As he spoke, he swung the blade of his sword in another direction and shot it like a wind of moss-covered stones!

With a thud, the three-inch remnant sword pierced into the rock, and the cracks around it were fine, and the Taoist priest walked towards the forest hut without looking back.

A moment later, the rock shattered longitudinally in the direction of the broken sword, and the half-man-high stone was torn apart by inches. After the rocks are like tides, the waves are clear, and a person is covered with frost and ragged clothes, and it is a beggar begging for water in the "Five Dragons Temple".

He was unwilling to step into the house, only to see Su Qingyue sitting cross-legged behind the collapse, and the Taoist priest circled around her, checking her pulse from time to time, and was treating the girl's injuries. "It's her!" the beggar looked genuinely upset, and a hesitant look appeared between his brows. "Who is she! Why did you chase me here?"

The Taoist priest had finished exploring, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed on Su Qingyue's heavenly spirit cover, and the girl's intuition was as clear as a stream, and the internal force like warm spring water rushed to the limbs, and for a while, the feeling of stagnation in the chest was gone, and in this way, he let his strength wash around along the meridians, but a stick of incense, his throat was slightly sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood congestion, and the injury had healed.

Su Qingyue slowly opened her eyes and saw a young man leaning against the door, his face was angular and his eyebrows were familiar, and he blurted out, "Ling Jiange!"

The young man's eyebrows drooped, and he whispered, "Hmm... You... What the hell are you chasing after me?"

Su Qingyue thought about it day and night, and after thousands of miles of travel, and finally caught up with Ling Jiange, after meeting, she was short of words, and she didn't know how to tell her meaning for a while, but when she heard the laughter behind her, she said: "Okay, good, they all say that drinking water, thinking of the source, knowing grace, should be reported to the poor Dao, and it took a lot of effort to snatch back your little life from the hands of the king of Hades, you girl, the first thing to do when you open your eyes is to find a lover, and the lover said that he didn't care about others, and he really made the poor Dao a mortal heart, hahahaha." ”

Su Qingyue looked back and saw the Taoist priest's smiling appearance, she couldn't help but blush, and Ling Jiange on the side said angrily when she heard it: "Stinky cow nose, if you chew the root of your tongue again, I will definitely teach you a lesson!"

The Taoist priest was not annoyed when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Okay, wow, how are you going to teach me?" ”

Ling Jiange snorted coldly, and ran towards the Taoist priest with two fists, the Taoist priest's big sleeves rolled towards him, and the five fingers of his left hand poked out, and in an instant, he pointed at several points on his right arm, and the lightning was not enough to describe. Ling Jiange's right arm was numb and painful, the pain was unbearable, and the right foot kicked horizontally, forcing the Taoist priest to retreat, not wanting the Taoist priest to retreat, but first to reach his right leg and then hook back to the bend of his knee, Ling Jiange felt that his right leg was sore, and he knelt down without obeying the call.

Just before his knees touched the ground, the sleeve robe of the Taoist priest wrapped around his left arm came strongly, dragging him in the air and not kneeling. "Throw in the towel, boy?"

Ling Jiange said angrily: "Do you recognize your mother?" between scolding, he got up and swept his right leg to trip the opponent, the left foot of the Taoist priest suddenly lifted up, stepped on the ground and cracked, and when the young man swept in, the Taoist priest's left leg seemed to hit the steel pillar, and he couldn't help screaming anymore.

"So you will hurt too?" the Taoist priest smiled, "Look at your temper like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard, and you are not afraid of pain." ”

"Lingyun Zhenren, please stop!" Su Qingyue hurriedly shouted.

The words passed through the old scene of Wujiang in the young man's mind, Ling Jiange closed one eye, bared his teeth, and popped out a few words: "You... You're that great swordsman?"

Lingyun Dao people also felt strange when they heard this, but the voice of praise was overjoyed, and they couldn't help laughing: "How can you want to beg for mercy, so I said bluntly, your sycophant is not good enough." ”

"Hmph!" Ling Jiange snorted angrily, "Who wants to beg for mercy! Your swordsmanship is powerful, I want to fight with you with swordsmanship!"

"What qualifications do you have to bargain with your water dog-like appearance?" Lingyun Dao said with a smile, "Poor Dao can take your life in an instant, why bother fighting with you with a sword?"

"It's up to you to kill or chop, but you can't beat the sword, and I can't afford to be praised by that person as the "number one swordsman in the world"!" Ling Jiange said coldly.

"You kid is funny!" Lingyun Daoist laughed and said, "Daoist, I have seen the world's greatest, and I have also seen this little trick of self-thought, even if it takes some effort to rank in the top five, how dare you call one and two?"

Ling Jiange was silently not answered, and suddenly the Taoist priest let go, and the young man took a few steps back, sat on the ground, and looked at the Taoist priest with a puzzled face.

"Your method is not bad, you are poor, thin-skinned, and you may be hit by your crooked intestines. Lingyun Daoren said with a smile, and walked away to get a gourd to drink.

Seeing that the dispute was resolved, Su Qingyue hurriedly stepped forward to ask if Ling Jiange was injured or not, the young man was thoughtful, and he just shook his head lightly and didn't say much. The girl was bored with herself, and her heart was gloomy.

"Do you want to compete with the sword?" Lingyun Daoist looked at Ling Jiange and smiled, "Now, drink a little and rest for a while, and then go out to compare and play later." As he spoke, he waved the gourd with his right hand and flew towards Ling Jian Ge very quickly. The young man was like a great enemy, and hurriedly caught the gourd with both hands, although the gourd was fast, but the strength was just right, Ling Jiange secretly praised in his heart: "This strength is so accurate!"

He hesitated for a moment, drank the liquid in the gourd, but unexpectedly, the taste was clear and sweet, and it was very refreshing, Ling Jiange took a sip of this non-tea and non-wine drink and asked, "What kind of delicious is this!"

"Want to know?" the Lingyun Daoist laughed, "I'll tell you if I win." ”

"Why not tea wine?" Ling Jian Ge said in surprise.

Lingyun Daoren shook his head when he heard this, and walked to the door with a smile: "There are three reasons, one is that alcohol hurts the body, and second, I can't sleep because of my tea addiction, and third..."

Ling Jiange pricked up his ears and listened to his words, only to see the Taoist priest stepping on the breeze and the cool moon, walking like flying, looking up to the sky and laughing, and went out of the door, leaving only the aftermath lingering around the beams endlessly-

"Poor people have no money!"