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"You think it's a bad way to be bullied?"

Xu Changjin didn't smile, he hadn't been as calm as he was today for many years, maybe he was a little skeptical of what he said, after all, no matter who was seeing a person who should have died appear alive in front of him, he wouldn't be too calm.

"There are only a few land immortals in the rivers and lakes in the past hundred years, the poor Dao counts as one, the Spring and Autumn Sword God counts as one, Wang Changsheng counts as one, as for the others, although they are infinitely close to the realm of earth immortals, but after all, they have not yet stepped through that threshold, and it is already a great rebellion against heaven to let Jiang Wentai be reborn, do you think that Poor Dao will believe that you have the ability to resurrect those masters a hundred years ago?"

"The master of a hundred years ago must not be resurrected, and we don't have that ability, but the Taoist seems to have counted one person less, and one person who entered the Tao with Confucianism and entered the realm of land immortals with a flash of heaven. ”

The lid of the coffin slowly sank into the ground, and two people came out of the two new coffins, two people who should not have appeared in the world at all, and should have died long ago with Jiang Wentai.

A young man, an old man, the young man was weak, he was sickly pale when he was alive, and now he is even more pale, the old man is old, and his hands are dry and powerful.

"Meng Qingyun, Meng Jingran. ”

Xu Changjin is like falling into an ice cave.

"Yes, I just said that the Taoist is less than a land immortal, in fact, I am also very curious about the Taoist you still have a bit of ability after leaving the Immortal Mountain, one is Confucianism into the Tao, the other is the Tao, I really want to see what the result of the collision between the two Confucianism and Taoism will be, if the Taoist does not want to die is too ugly, I persuade the Taoist to fight on his own, after all, a Meng Jingran, a Meng Qingyun, and a Jiang Wentai, these three join forces, the Taoist really thinks he can stop it?"

"If you can't stop it, you have to try to know it, Demon Sect Demon, if you don't punish you today, it will be difficult for you to return the Six Realms to their places, and it will be difficult to return the righteousness of heaven and earth, Shangqing, and destroy evil. ”

It's another sword, a sword that is simple and unpretentious, but makes heaven and earth move again.

There were bursts of thunder, lightning pierced the gloomy sky, and three purple snakes with the thickness of bowls poked out of the clouds, as if they wanted to swallow all the three people on the ground who should not have appeared in the world.

The weak scholar who was supposed to enter the Yellow Spring opened his eyes to reveal the whites of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth opened and whispered a word, a word that could not be heard clearly but could be matched to his lips.

"From. ”

The earth snake formed by the convergence of the three earths raised its rod and opened its mouth wide to face the three thunderbolts that fell from the sky, as if it wanted to swallow the three purple snakes into its stomach as well.

There was a loud bang at the contact, the lightning disappeared, and the three earth snakes also turned into dust and scattered one after another.

After all, it's not enough.

The real person in charge of the sect sighed, leaving the immortal mountain is leaving the Tao, and leaving the Tao, how can there be the most peak Taoism?

Only between hesitation, the two sword tornadoes have rushed towards Xu Changjin one left and one right, and the grass and trees were twisted into debris by the sword, Xu Changjin did not dare to be careless, holding a peach wood sword in one hand, and a scabbard in the other hand against the two famous kendo masters who were originally famous in their lifetimes.

But what he was worried about was not Jiang Wentai and Meng Qingyun after all, but Meng Jingran, who was coldly watching from the sidelines, even if he really couldn't understand why the scholar who should have been bombarded into pieces by the Heavenly Tribulation a few years ago still had a complete body.

At that time, the father and son of the Meng family turned against each other and became a sensation in the world, which also made this Jianghu firmly remember the three words Meng Jingran, reading day after day for thirty years of cold and summer, secretly cultivating all the books in the Famous Sword Villa, and finally entering the earth immortal, although there was only one war, the first war also moved the world.

Who would dare to underestimate that this scholar is an ordinary person?

The three of them were fighting, and one person was watching, Xu Changjin became more and more worried in his heart, didn't he really have to explain to this place before he arrived in Jiangnan today?

If I leave desperately, I may be able to save my life, and it is not impossible to get rid of the entanglement of the three people with the technique of flying sword crossing, and then spread this news to the world, so that the world's colleagues can prepare as soon as possible.

But if I leave and let these three people go, I'm afraid that they will leave a greater disaster, not to mention that these three people should not belong to the world a long time ago, even if there are really strange people in the world who can communicate with ghosts and gods, it is absolutely impossible to pull these three people out of the underworld, they must have a problem, it must not be true, the reason why this is so is just to make the people of the rivers and lakes panic.

Yes, it must be someone or something pretending.

Since you want to fight, you just have to fight thoroughly.

Thinking of this, in order to confirm the guess in his heart, the real person of the Zhangjiao bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of blood containing the supreme true qi of Taoism on the peach wood sword, and silently recited the Shangqing words in his mouth, and the wooden sword was magnificent.

The real person said loudly:

"Poor Dao, this sword can calm the world and evil, can cut off the ghosts and gods in the world, and can also send the three of you down to the Yellow Spring again. ”

In a fierce battle with Meng Qingyun and Jiang Wentai, the real person stabbed the wooden sword into Jiang Wentai's chest with the tactic of injuring the enemy by 1,000 and inflicting 800 self-damage, and also let his shoulder be pierced by Meng Qingyun.

The heroic spirit came to an abrupt end.

Where the wooden sword entered, there was not the slightest blood flowing out, Jiang Wentai did not have the slightest pain, and the weak scholar who was ten zhang away finally found a hard-won opportunity to slap Xu Changjin in the chest with a palm.

The real person flew out upside down, spitting blood and coughing.

A white beard was stained red with blood.

"How is it possible, how is it possible. ”

Xu Changjin kept repeating these four words in his mouth.

"How can they not have three souls and seven spirits, how can they act without three souls and seven spirits? How can they still have such a powerful cultivation in their lifetime?"

"Dao Chief, you don't seem to be able to do it anymore. ”

The hooked nose walked over slowly with a smile on his back on his tomahawk, and the surging qi and blood that had been affected by Xu Changjin's sword had gradually calmed down.

He laughed.

"Although the Dao Leader has been seriously injured, I still have to say that the Shangqing Palm Sect is really worthy of its reputation, and it is worthy of being the top three masters in the world, including Meng Jingran, a Confucian Immortal, and two masters who are not sword immortals, but not far from it, the three of them joined forces to take down the Dao Chief, and this record is enough to be famous for eternity, you must know that the other Dao Masters, we only sent two people each,"

"Two for each person?"

The real person in charge of the teaching said with difficulty with the peachwood sword in his hand.

"How many more people like the three of them?"

"How much?"

The hook-nosed man casually plucked out his ears.

"I don't know how much, but I probably know that if you don't choose a more pleasant death, it won't be long before you join our team. ”

A happy death?

Xu Chang's back will become more and more cold in the future, if he dies here, he will end up like the three people in front of him!

This is really a creation and trickery, and who would have thought that he would become a crooked and evil way in the eyes of others?

The real person in charge closed his eyes and muttered softly.

"Originally, I only thought that the Demon Sect was just the Demon Sect in the imagination of the poor Dao, but today I realized that the Demon Sect had already reached the point where it had to be eliminated, if you were not removed, it would be difficult to restore peace to the world, and it would be difficult for the Six Realms to return to peace. ”

"But Daoist you can't do it anymore, can't you? Why don't Daoist think about what other last words he has not explained, and say them as soon as possible, and I will bring you back to Shangqingguan when the time comes. ”

It looks like there's really no chance.

Xu Changjin sighed lightly in his heart, lonely and gloomy, reminiscing and remembering.

When I went up the mountain when I was young, I would always pester my master who had taught me the half-hung Dao method and ask what it was, but before this question could be answered, my master would leave the entire Shangqing Temple and die.

gave himself twenty years of youth and frivolity, and went down the mountain with a sword, just like today's nephew Feiyu, he always thought that the Tao was in the rivers and lakes, did a lot of reckless things, and also met many people who forgot the rivers and lakes.

He also called himself a brother after a few sword comparisons with the Tsing Yi Sword God.

also had a big fight with the two junior brothers, and they were bound to be separated.

Later, I don't know how I became the head of the Shangqing Guan for no reason, but I remember that day when I took over the head of the sect from the master who still had his last breath left, my master said a word.

"Apprentice, Master has never told you where the Tao is before, there is a Tao that people are dying and their words are good, and birds are dying and their songs are also mourning, Master has to tell you a big truth today, the Tao is in our Qingguan, and we are sending Xianshan Mountain. ”

Hey, just for such a sentence, I spent such a lifetime guarding the fairy mountain.

In his ordinary life, he didn't do anything earth-shattering, and he didn't have the ability to make the rivers and lakes tremble, but he knew that he had accepted a good apprentice, a good apprentice who would only make the fairy mountain jump on weekdays.

Now that I was in a hurry, I forgot to tell my little apprentice, in fact, where is the Tao in my heart, it is clearly on the fairy mountain that we are sending to the immortals, but the master has no ability in this life, and he has never found this way to hide in a specific corner.

In this moment, it was as if I had reviewed my entire life.

To sum it up, it is a sentence, a dull life, a life that can't beat a fart with a stick.

But that doesn't seem to be a bad idea.

After all, what kind of master has what kind of apprentice, the master of the poor road told the poor dao in the past, and the poor dao will naturally tell his apprentice like this.

If you calculate it this way, this life is actually not bad, at least I don't feel sorry for anyone.

I don't know when, a few birds flew in the sky, and the real person looked at these birds who didn't know whether they had just returned to the nest or just left the nest.

Look closely, isn't it like those yellow cranes and white cranes on the fairy mountain?

The yellow crane is psychic, but don't forget to tell the disciples and disciples that I, Xu Changjin, died for the righteousness of the world.

"There are no last words, but there is a bit of regret. ”

The real person in charge of the sect, who had just been sluggish, suddenly widened his eyes, and the face of the hook-nosed man changed drastically.

If it's not good, it will be all gone.

It was too late, but it was too fast, and he only took half a step back when he heard a boom, and the earth shook and the sky was full of dust.

After a few dozen breaths, the dust has fallen, and only a large pit is a hundred feet square.

The three figures hugged tightly and wrapped together.

Pushing away the three "living people" who had been blown up beyond recognition, the hook-nosed man was in horror for the rest of his life, and then the three corpses were re-coffined.

"It's a pity that the real person in charge of the Qingguan Sect was forced to blow himself up. ”

The hook-nosed man sighed and shook his head.

"If you count the time, they should be about the same over there. Why don't I spread this not very good news to Jiangnan and Shangqingguan now, and make them sad and sad. ”

......

The birds do not return to their nests and do not leave their nests, they fly north for a day and a night, and there is an endless wasteland.

There was a dense withered grass on the wasteland, and on the withered grass there was a vigorous dog, and in front of the dog was a young Taoist with a sword behind him.

The flying bird circled the young Taoist's head and hissed three times in sorrow, and the yellow dog behind the young Taoist, who was just a clever young Taoist, suddenly paused and didn't take another step, just put his head on his front legs and choked in a low voice.

The young Taoist also stopped at the same time and looked at the flying bird that was gradually moving away, as if he had seen a Taoist with white fairy hair and bones on top of the flying bird.

The man waved at him.

"Feiyu, farewell. ”

"Goodbye?"

Zhu Feiyu whispered these three words softly and looked at the Taoist who was gradually disappearing.

first choked, then two lines of tears burst out of his eyes, and finally he couldn't help squatting down and lying on his knees and crying bitterly.

"Farewell, Uncle Shi......"

......

The bird continued to fly south, flying straight to a mountain peak where purple qi came from the east, where there was the world's first avenue to teach the Qingguan.

It's late at night.

Xiaodao fell asleep peacefully, and there were bamboo chickens, wild boars, and golden rabbit meat in his sleep.

Suddenly, it was as if something had slapped me on the forehead.

Xiaodao woke up from his sleep and heard the yellow cranes outside the Shangqing Temple hissing in unison.

Xiaodao closed his eyes and shed two lines of tears.

Lying down at night and listening to the song of birds and cranes, the birds are the masters, and the yellow cranes are also the masters......

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