Qingfeng and Mingyue are in accordance with the gentleman's explanation, and they are guarding the valley mouth of the road of inquiry. Several monks held a large pile of spirit stones and made incense. A few months ago, so many spirit stones, enough to brighten the eyes of the two little ghosts, and there was no need to pretend, shouting in a childish voice, "There is not much joy, but there is more sadness, why should you ask your heart in life", "Duh! Don't go into the way of inquiry, you go back", "The world is bustling for profit, and the world is bustling for profit", "And the situation is a husband" and other sad and sobering warning words.

Xiaodao Tong's nostrils twitched, and he snorted uneasily. Those monks of the Ogi Kingdom, who wanted to enter the path of inquiry, wanted to go to the Wuli Temple to see the sword fight, flinched and immediately retreated. The ability of the breeze and the bright moon to observe words and colors is directly inherited from countless generations of ancestors of Wuliguan, when some monks offered more incense money, their chests were straightened, and the cold snort was louder and louder.

Without exception, this group of people did not dare to say more and stood obediently.

The two pairs of thieves' bright eyes swept away, and hundreds of Jindan monks were all bowing their eyebrows and bending their waists. The breeze and the bright moon are heroic, the heroes of the world, but they are like this!

Qingfeng said to the sky: "Huang Zhenpeng, the family teacher said, you will definitely enter the Wuli Temple, two peerless kendo masters fighting swords, and it is rare to encounter in the Izumo Cultivation True Realm for hundreds of years." ”

Mingyue added: "The incense money is based on real people, and those who enter the audience cannot be less than Huang Jipeng real people." ”

Huang Jipeng's face was bitter, and then he smiled. Falling outside the road of inquiry, Rong Suishu walked to Huang Jipeng's side in a few steps.

"Go, go, go, you can't afford the incense money. Huang Zhenpeng repulsed and let him go.

"Master......" Rong Suishu shouted.

"This is the time to watch the battle, and the sect has won the price. Brother Wen arranged for me to be a good messenger. Ha ha. Huang Qipeng smiled.

After that, open the storage bag and fly out 10,000 medium-grade spirit stones, the tricks are cited, and they are neatly stacked. The hearts of the breeze and the bright moon were beating so fast! Many monks breathed a sigh of relief. Huang Zhenpeng took two pieces of Immortal Dao Sect tokens, stretched out his fingers to engrave two lines of words, and put them on the stacked spirit stones.

The three Buddhist masters of Fa Xing, Hui Xin, and Pu Guang discussed, and when they saw that Huang Jipeng was about to enter the valley, Master Huixin exclaimed: "Zhenren Jipeng and so on." ”

Master Huixin flew over, placed 10,000 medium-grade spirit stones, looked at the two tokens, remained silent, took the gold leaf, engraved a number of books, handed it to Huang Jipeng, and said: "Please Zhenren Zhenren take a guarantee for the Buddhism of Di and Tao." ”

Huang Jipeng did not prevaricate, and wrote the Immortal Dao Sect and his own name on the degree. The two entered together, and they didn't hear the movements of the four Yuanying real people such as Meng Gufu. Huang Zhenpeng sighed imperceptibly.

Rong Suishu held the token in his hand, and his heart was whining, it was really incense money that any Jindan monk couldn't afford. A token reads "The Immortal Dao Sect owes 1.99 million medium-grade spirit stones", and a token reads "The Immortal Dao Sect owes 518 top-grade spirit swords, worth 3 million medium-grade spirit stones".

Five million medium-grade spirit stones entered the Wuli Temple, admiring the style of sword fighting, Rong Suishu shook his head, sober and sober, and the gold leaf not far away was too lazy to look.

The "poor monk" has not moved for a long time. "The blue sky is like a mirror hidden in the stars and moon, and the mountains are like a sea sword shining on the frost", the font is vigorous and vigorous, and the points, hooks, horizontals, and skimming places drive the mind to fly, and the tragic image of "the avenue is like the blue sky, I can't come out alone" is coming.

“...... Sword shines on frost, sword shines on frost. Holding the sword and walking in frost, everywhere is boundless. The world does not tolerate me, where does the long sword go? Strong, sad?", the "poor monk" whispered hoarsely.

The emotions of hearing people and gentlemen, Ning asking tears, night stars, and light nights are all infected by it.

Suddenly, the "poor monk" was as imposing as a sword, and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha, the world does not tolerate it, my sword heart is still there, shining on the mountains like the sea, that is also proud of the world! Good sword! Good sword! The sword sound of the ancestors, I should worship it!" He "pounced" on his knees, bowed to nine songs, and performed the greatest salute.

Each person's relationship is really different. The wind is light and the night looks at the three words "sword shines on the frost", because the frost love silver quill tea and Li Fujian, the man who vaguely "swords" is in love with the woman of "frost";

"Childe, but the sword of the poor monk's Buddhism will be the sword of the poor monk for a while?" the "poor monk" said in a calm tone, and got up and asked.

The gentleman has a weak heart. The "sword" of the ancestor is here, and there is a sword house behind, but there is no kendo inheritance.

"Of course. The young man said: "Hearing the people and watching the Lord, recently I have mastered the Wuli Guan Sword Dao. The breeze and the bright moon will repair the sword in the future. ”

Hearing that the gentleman was overjoyed, he responded: "Yes." Less hosts. ”

"Hehe, you know? The poor monk is looking forward to fighting with his son more and more. ”

At this time, Huang Jipeng and Master Huixin climbed to the top of Qingshan Yuan.

The "poor monk" glanced at the two of them and said, "Huixin, it's good that you can come." ”

Master Huixin is only promised.

The "poor monk" said to Huang Jipeng again: "It's no wonder that Zhenpeng is a character of the Immortal Dao Sect." ”

Huang Jipeng smiled: "The master laughed at me." Follow the trend, go against the trend and do not do it, so you will live forever. ”

What he said was funny, and the trick was so good that only the guy who didn't know the tendons of Beiyuan Mountain didn't understand. Wuliguan fought with the Buddhism of Di and Tao, and the heart of joining the WTO was clear. Hearing the gentleman, eliminating the evil and protecting the law, and Ning Wenwen, any one of them is enough to set off a storm in the cultivation realm of the Hagi Kingdom, and the pattern of the cultivation realm of the Hagi Kingdom is about to change drastically. At such a juncture, we should take advantage of the trend and go against the trend, and the trouble of the Immortal Dao Sect. At this time, although it is not a "charcoal in the snow", it is much better than the "icing on the cake" in the future.

Huang Jipeng is an old man, but he doesn't understand the meaning of hearing the words of a gentleman? This Buddhist master has insight into every detail and is even more scheming.

"That's it, let's watch the sword fight. Master Huixin, you will preside over the Di and Tao Buddha Gates in the future, and study hard to learn from the real people of Ji Peng. After the "poor monk" finished speaking, he took the lead and walked away. Retreat when you enter, sacrifice the wisdom sword of the Buddha Gate, and re-enter the sword.

Feng Qingye borrowed Ning Tingxue's long sword, and a mermaid followed him, entering Wuli Temple.

"Is it really fighting?" asked the young man, uncertain.

"Seeking a sword without a li, a real fight. The "poor monk" said politely: "Does Childe use this female doll's sword?"

"Compete with contemporary kendo masters, elegant things. Anyway, the master will lose, and the kid will add another elegance. ”

"Let the poor monk think in the future, not only lost, but also lost under the long sword of a female doll?"

Feng Qingye smiled and said: "The swordsmanship is male and female, even if the result is out, it is still the way of the sword." This swordsmanship, if it is not amorous, is a bit dull after all. ”

The "poor monk" pondered for a long time and asked, "After the two of us fight the sword, can this long sword be given to the poor monk?"

"I've sent the master kendo. This sword cannot be sent. The young man said, "I must find a desolate place with Tingxue and Han'er, and bury this sword." ”

"The long sword is buried in the bleak grass, and the spring is full of artemisia?"

"The master has a wonderful solution. The master said that the way of the sword is lonely, this way of the sword is lonely, and the loneliness of people is also. The long sword is buried, the sword intent is hidden, and the grass color of Artemisia in the field is vigorous and energetic, and it will not be lonely. ”

Juvenile speech, such as Zen. "Poor monk" seems to be bright and dark, like a layer of vague Zen principle, grasp and can't grasp, hold and can't hold, the light, suddenly, fleeting.

"The master is in a messy mood, please watch me demonstrate a set of Wuliguan swordsmanship. ”

The wind is light and the long sword is waved, but I see a round of sword light: shaking the sheep's horns, dissolving and surging. Take the high and far, enter the deep micro, and breathe up the air of Nagisa Wild. Wander between the autumn and soar above the rapids. It will strike the essence of the moon and hunt the fragrance of the grass. Gallop outside the square, rest in the room.