The ancient tomb is a deserted village, outside the broken walls and ruins, the three sword gates come out together.

"The heroes compete for hegemony in the west and east, and their merits will remain in history forever. Smile and ask who is the master of the ups and downs? ”

In the eyes of Guangjue and Yao Chengyan, Chen Qiusheng, the master of the Jianzhuyuan Bookstore, was wearing a snow-white Confucian shirt, a white jade crown, and a spring and autumn pen.

"In the whole Jianchuan City, you are the one I hate the most. Yao Chengyan said unceremoniously, "Especially your poem, every time I hear it, I want to draw my sword and cut you." ”

"It turns out that you are not an old man's opponent. Chen Qiusheng said, "Besides, what's wrong with this poem? The sage made the Spring and Autumn Period and annihilated the fear, which is the righteousness of the ages, above all supernatural powers." ”

"Hmph......" Yao Cheng snorted coldly and stopped talking.

From his poems, it can be seen that Yao Chengyan firmly believes that the world is impermanent, just like the waves polishing a stubborn stone, and after thousands of years, it will eventually become a beautiful jade. Thousands of tribulations, the supernatural power appeared, so its means of doing the Tao believe in great ingenuity, great arguments, and great sounds......

It's a pity that his Taoism is not enough, and he can't do it, but he just doesn't argue, and every time he is scolded by Chen Qiusheng, he loses face. There were also several times when he drew his sword out of the sheath in a fit of rage and fought for his life with the other party, but he failed miserably under the Confucian mastery "Spring and Autumn Pen".

Therefore, Chen Qiusheng is the most feared person in his life.

And that's not what Yao Cheng hates. To be able to become the deputy master of Tianfeng Guan, manage all the internal and external affairs of Tianfeng Guan, and let Xing Jiujiao, the master of Tianfeng Guan, practice with peace of mind, how can Yao Chengyan be intolerant?

What he objected to Chen Qiusheng the most was the sentence "Spring and Autumn is a stroke of power"!

If the Spring and Autumn History Pen can surpass the supernatural powers, then where are the gods of the Heavenly Court? Where are the supernatural powers of the Daomen?

Is it tolerable, or is it intolerable?

Therefore, when these two masters meet, they never have a good color.

"Amitabha. Seeing this, Guangjue declared the Buddha and made a round, "The two of you will take a break from the thunder and deal with the tragedy in front of you first......

"Master Guangjue, if it is at any other time, don't say that looking at your golden face, even if there is something else, the old man will not be angry with him. But now it's different......" Chen Qiusheng confessed to Guangjue, turned to Yao Chengyan, and said angrily, "Old Zamao, do you dare to say that this tragedy has nothing to do with your Daomen?"

Confucian masters have always been rude, and today they blurt out a sentence of "old miscellaneous hair", which shows how angry the master of Jianzhuyuan is.

The massacre of the village is unprecedented in the hundreds of years since the founding of Jianchuan!

"Blood spews people!" Yao Chengyan was furious, and the true qi that was drumming around his body made the Tai Chi Taoist robe windless and automatic, "Everything must be evidenced! Look at this blood sacrifice technique, it is clearly the work of the Southern Xinjiang Witch and Ghost Dao, what does it have to do with my Daomen?"

"The Mid-Autumn Festival trial of the Martial King, those who know it are limited. This incident started from your Daomen, and it has nothing to do with Confucianism and Buddhism. Chen Qiusheng raised his eyebrows and said, "If you want to win over foreign thieves to tempt, it has nothing to do with us. But to the detriment of the civilians of Jianchuan, when our generation of Confucianism has no righteousness?"

The three major sword gates, the Confucian Sword and Bamboo Garden are the most low-key in Jianchuan, at most there are a few Confucian disciples, drinking and composing poems in various restaurants and scenic spots, and there are few things that are fierce and ruthless. Therefore, to a certain extent, the Jianzhu Garden in the minds of the Jianchuan group seems to be slightly inferior to Tianfeng Temple and Zhuzen Temple.

But the opposite is true.

There are two cultivators of Tianfeng Temple.

One is the Guan Master Xing Jiujiu, whose cultivation is unfathomable, and behind him is the first major sect of Daomen Sword Cultivation, which is high above. Unless there is something particularly important, this great master never cares.

The second place is Yao Chengyan. His spiritual root talent back then was actually only slightly better than Buchen and Mu Feixing, and it was really not easy to have today's cultivation, so he never dared to compete with Xing Jiujiao for power, and could only deal with all kinds of trivial matters of Tianfeng Guan steadily.

Originally, there was only one practitioner in Zhuzen Temple - the abbot Red Lotus Industry Fire Golden Lamp Buddha.

This is a real Buddhist killer, fierce to the point that no one dares to provoke. But he was not in the Casting Temple for many years, so ordinary knights had heard his name at most, and had never seen this legendary figure. If it weren't for Guangjue's recent understanding of Buddhism and his entry into the Tao with martial arts, he would not be able to sit on an equal footing with the other two.

The Confucian Sword and Bamboo Garden, which usually does not intervene in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, only cares about teaching and educating people, and rectifying the people's livelihood, which is quite silent. However, the three masters of Jianzhuyuan are amazing, and they are all second to none among the monks. The lord of the Sword and Bamboo Garden, the Great Sacrifice Wine Exhibition, Baiyang, is also known as a sage, and his origin and cultivation are still above Xing Jiujiu.

After all, hundreds of years ago, it was a Confucian master who cut through the sword with a sword!

This point, just look at Yao Chengyan, the deputy master of Tianfeng Guan, who has clashed with Chen Qiusheng several times and has never had the upper hand, you can know one or two.

As Chen Qiusheng said, at the beginning of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Jianzhuyuan had no intention of interfering. But now that there is a tragedy in a deserted village, Jianzhuyuan, which pursues benevolence, can no longer sit idly by!

If it were to be questioned by another person, Yao Chengyan might ignore it, or even roll his old eyes and say "yes and what?" arrogantly, but the person who questioned him was Chen Qiusheng, and he represented the big sacrificial wine exhibition Baiyang behind him, so he could only deny it flatly.

"What is the trouble of wanting to add to the crime? I Tianfeng Guan has a clear reputation, how can I allow Confucianism such as Er to slander me?" Yao Chengyan said angrily, "If you can catch that evil cultivator in the southern Xinjiang and ask for a conclusive confession, this matter is related to my Tianfeng Guan." So if you want to kill or chop, Lao Dao has no complaints. But if you open your mouth, you will damage my reputation, and you will not blame the poor road for not waiting for you to rest!"

Guangjue understood that the verbal dispute was meaningless, and once again made peace: "The key is to do the evil cultivation of the tragedy. Compared to the two of them, they have used the Shadow Treasure, have you ever found any clues?"

The first to answer was Yao Chengyan, who also urgently needed to divert the topic, "No." The mountains and ancient clouds are deep and foggy, and it is difficult to track any magic weapon. Alas...... We have always suspected that the Ancient Cloud Sect had arranged a large-scale forbidden law here, and now it ...... Maybe it was the stone left by the ancient Yunzong that smashed the feet of the younger generations......"

"Hmph......" Chen Qiusheng snorted coldly at Yao Cheng before continuing the topic calmly, "The Shanlan Guze has a vast range, a radius of thousands of miles, and the area is almost equal to the land of Western Qin. The evil cultivators in southern Xinjiang are already adapted to such a hot and humid environment, and if they want to find a place to hide, there is no way for us to do it. I'm afraid, I still need means to lure him out. ”

"Amitabha, there is no clue here. Guangjue said, "Pity these more than 100 surnames, flesh and blood sacrifices, souls are taken away, and there is no way to even exceed......"

"I can't find any clues here, so it's better to go to the ancient tomb to have a look. Yao Chengyan suggested, "The evil cultivator blood sacrifices the living beings, and in the end, he still goes to attack the Martial King formation. Speaking of which...... The Martial King should be responsible for this matter!"

"You are the one who wants to add to the crime!" Chen Qiusheng said indignantly, "The Martial King has set up a ghost formation, none of us have come to see it? That formation is very safe! Not to mention that the village ten miles away, even one mile away, will not be affected." Some people are not right, they use inferior means, and they have to reverse right and wrong, and pass the buck, which is really despicable!"

He didn't say it, and the audience understood who "certain people" were.

After all, the three masters still took a step forward and came to the ancient tomb after a while.

There was no sound around the tomb, only a few traces of a chaotic fight, and the rustle of the night wind through the swamp bushes.

The original ghost array of the ancient tomb disappeared without a trace.

"This ......" Yao Chengyan groaned, but he didn't continue.

What does it mean that the Martial King withdrew the formation?

Could it be that the Mid-Autumn Festival trial has been broken, and the matter will be stopped? This is not a good thing.

Don't look at the Jade Emperor Temple's methods, attracting the witches and ghosts of southern Xinjiang, Tianfeng Temple turned a blind eye to the entry of evil cultivators and let it do it. But they really wanted to get the inheritance of the Ancient Cloud Sect.

How do you know that the mighty King of Martial Arts is actually a paper tiger, and it will be broken when you poke it. The legendary Venerable Yun Sect is far less powerful than the legend. King Wuwu is in the ghost city of Fengdu, and there is no estimated status. As for the robe left behind before Yijiazi, it is not worth mentioning in front of the masters.

Could it be that this game is really like this? What about the inheritance of the "Wind and Thunder Sword Technique"? There are still many people in the Dao Gate, and they are counting on it......

The other two masters also had their own thoughts, and they didn't say a word about the follow-up changes.

At this moment, above the ancient tomb, a whirlwind suddenly rose, causing the surrounding fog to shroud.

"Huh?"

"Hmmm......"

The three masters were each surprised, flew back, and watched the changes.

This gust of wind is not the yin wind of the ancient tomb, it is not a ghost cultivation method, but the wind of authentic Taoism.

Could it be the Yun Sect's means?

The mist continuously poured the living water vapor in Gu Ze into the ancient tomb, but it couldn't stop the eyes of the three masters.

I saw that in the black soil of the ancient tomb, eighteen paper figures were drilled out, each with a mystical talisman attached to their chests, and they lit up with a clear light under the shroud of mist.

As the breath of the mist poured in, the light of the eighteen paper figures became brighter and brighter, until the mana was fully activated.

Eighteen paper figures took steps, using their fingers as swords and bodies as talismans, calling out the wind and thunder of heaven and earth, and arranging a mysterious array.

In the next moment, the wind and clouds changed.

The infinite clouds and mist in the mountains and ancient rivers seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand, and in the sky above the eighteen paper figures dancing and rehearsing, they converged into an inky dark cloud, followed by thunder and lightning, and the wind howled.

The thunder with a thick bowl mouth, like a sharp sword, fell from the sky and hit the three masters.

The three monks moved with their footwork, each showing their own mysteries to avoid the first wave of attack.

The eighteen paper figures did not stop there, but took a step and moved forward in an orderly manner, causing a violent whirlwind around the formation, like a divine dragon curly tail, mixed with countless wind blades, cutting the front like the sky.

This move can no longer be dodged.

The three masters, each casting a talisman spell to resist the endless cutting of the wind blade.

Chen Qiusheng is righteous and majestic, and Master Guangjue Buddha is solid. Only Yao Chengyan was good at attacking and not defending, so he had to unsheath the divine soldiers behind his back and be the first to launch a counterattack.

Yao Chengyan gathered the qi around his body, and the three feet of autumn water behind him jumped in his hand, and the sword qi was full of energy, and the sword gang covered the body, separating the boundless wind blade.

He stepped on the bucket and displayed the top level of the Daomen.

"Ziwei Tiangang Sword-" The deputy master of Tianfeng Guan sighed, and the brilliant sword aura came out majestically, breaking through the layers of wind curtains, and directly hitting the eighteen paper figures themselves.

"Boom—"

In the dark clouds in the sky, another thunderbolt fell, and it collided with Yao Chengyan's sword qi, emitting a roar of vigorous explosion.

The Daomen peerless sword qi was smashed to pieces!

Yao Chengyan snorted, obviously suffering minor internal injuries.

Seeing this, the other two masters no longer passively responded to the recruitment, but turned to each other. Confucianism and Buddhism are unlearned, and they come out of nowhere.

"Zhihuo Huijian asked Prajna—"

The golden Buddha light, like Hao said in the sky, ignited a raging flame, and thousands of wisdom fires cast a sword, cutting through obsession and landing on the other side.

"Qianqiu's righteousness is sweaty—"

Confucianism, the history of the Spring and Autumn Period, the convergence of thousands of years of righteousness into the ocean, the condensation of hundreds of generations of people's hearts is a word, is the pen, is the sword, is the wind bone, is the axioms, is the backbone of China, is the bamboo history of sweat green.

The two masters made a combo, Weihe Shifang, and he was angry.

"Boom—"

Thunder was loud again. Between the eighteen paper figures, the lightning fell like a silver python in the sky, staggeringly down, firmly blocking the Buddha-Confucian joint move, and the disintegrating energy was also consumed by the wind blade.

However, the masters of the three sects had no heart to fight, and then the formation turned into a move and retreated.

The formation could not find a trace of the enemy, and the law was strict and retreated into the ancient tomb, and the eighteen paper figures drilled back into the dirt, and the dark clouds and mist dissipated in a dazzling manner, as if it was just a momentary dream.

Seeing this, the three masters each breathed a sigh of relief.

"What a powerful formation. Yao Chengyan said with palpitations. Among the three, he is the least good at defense, and the power of the wind blade and thunder is almost impossible to resist.

"The King of Martial Arts lives up to his name. Chen Qiusheng exclaimed, "I see that the talisman on the paper figure should be newly refined, and the fire is not deep, but it can be combined into such a power!"

"It should be Ji Dongling's Wind and Thunder Sword Technique that has made another breakthrough. Guangjue knew the Martial King best, and explained loudly, "If the Martial King had such a formation back then, the Jade Emperor would not dare to do it easily. ”

The other two could understand what he said.

The formation that the three masters said was powerful, not that the formation in front of them was powerful, but that the refined complete version of this formation was infinitely powerful. Eighteen hastily refined paper figures have such power, if they are replaced by monks who have achieved cultivation and carefully rehearsed, how amazing is it?

Don't forget, back then, the King of Martial Arts once had a powerful tribe that stepped out of the Wandering Goose Pass!

"Hmph......" Yao Chengyan snorted dissatisfiedly. He was obviously dissatisfied with Guangjue's majesty in ridiculing the Daomen, but he was irrefutable.

While the three of them were talking, the ancient tomb changed again, attracting all the attention of the three masters.

In the black soil, a tall stone tablet was drilled out, with twelve large characters written on it:

"Wind and thunder [***] sword formation, the Mid-Autumn Festival trial chooses the master. ”

"Hiss......" Yao Chengyan gasped first, and immediately understood the seriousness of this matter in his heart.

Originally, the Martial King Mid-Autumn Trial, the prize was a simplified version of the "Wind and Thunder Sword Technique", which was attractive enough. And now that it has been replaced by this infinitely powerful formation, the temptation has not only doubled?

The worst thing is that this scene was seen by the three major sword gates at the same time, and he didn't have a chance to cover up the information if he wanted to!

If it is said that the simplified version of the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique is still the Daomen's own business, and now that the sword array comes out, I am afraid that no one will be left behind by the three major sects.

Things are in trouble!

Yao Chengyan thought about the key, and immediately stomped his feet, and threw his sword straight into the sky, leaving only one sentence: "Poor road go first......"

Everyone knew that he had gone back to discuss countermeasures.

Chen Qiusheng, who came for the bloody case in the deserted village, was also dumbfounded, and sighed for a long time before sighing: "This group of miscellaneous hairs has pushed people to the limit, and the world has been in chaos since then......"

After speaking, the master of the Sword and Bamboo Garden wandered away with a little loneliness.

Master Guangjue is the one who has been standing for the longest time. His eyes were as plain as water, and when the other two were far away, he smiled and said:

"If the three religions are compared, it is my Zhuzen Temple that takes the lead! Amitabha, Xiaoyou, Xiaoyou, although the hour is late, but Lao Qu Guangjue, I want to bother you again......"

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