In Cen Shen's hands, it was just a long sword made by Xiping craftsmen, but it was sharp in He Zhizhang's hands.
The true energy gave the weapon an inexplicable "god". The sword light contained an indescribable bright light, which stabbed towards Qian Chen. The sword was like lightning, but it was neutral and peaceful. Under the sharp edge, it contained a point of view and always grasped the standard.
This is the ritual of asking about the sword!
"This sword will be strong when it meets the strong, and when it meets the weak, it will be weak. It seems sharp, but in fact it is very easy to take it. But the remaining power of this sword is endless, and what is really terrifying is the endless changes afterwards!" Yan Shu sighed.
This is another realm that is completely different from his kendo.
Yan Shu's sword was fierce and wild, and the sword slashed the demon head forever.
Qian Chen's sword is unpredictable and cannot be found. It is a magnificent and bizarre imagination, and it is the extremely romantic poetic sword.
He Zhizhang's sword seems sharp, open-minded and bold, but the rules are rigorous. While it is not restricted, it is also clear in scale. The balance of the sword is so wonderful that every trace of power is in control.
The ceremony of asking about the sword!
It is the moves used to test the opponent's sword skills when the two sides are friendly in the competition.
This move is strong in subsequent changes. Even if one side suddenly uses a fierce move and the killers are used together, they can deal with it calmly without losing the opportunity. If the opponent's level is weak, they can also test it out and turn it into a feeding move to give instructions.
The famous scholars of the Tang Dynasty fought swords and became popular, but they often took care of their feelings and did not hurt others, so they would evolve into the ritual of asking for swords.
Although Yan Shu did not understand the tacit understanding, he still saw the purpose of this sword with his superb sword cultivation.
"This sword is not flawed. In the hands of people like He Jian who have a deep cultivation level and have a wonderful grasp of power, unless their cultivation level is ten times better, they can use the strongest power to knock open the iron walnut, otherwise they will need to win."
"Because the most mysterious sword technique and the most powerful moves are usually the sword's deviantness, which is even more extreme."
"Once you can't knock open the iron walnut without any flaws, your fatal flaw will be exposed!"
In the eyes of a great monk like He Zhizhang, who has a skillful cultivation and a skilled sword wizard, even if there is only a slight flaw, he may not immediately seize the opportunity to defeat his opponent, but will use this flaw to force you to reveal more flaws.
Just like when playing chess, you will never take the risk of slaughtering the big dragon, but you will silently grasp a little flaw and then keep forcing you, making the situation unconsciously despaired.
Therefore, this is a sword technique that will be strong when encountering a strong person.
Yan Shu thought of it passing by, but it was simple to break this sword. He only needed to deal with it with a steady and peaceful move, or to keep his clumsy moves. As long as he did not take advantage of the clumsy, he would not miss it.
"But my junior brother would never choose such a way to break the move!"
Yan Shu knew Qian Chen's personality very well.
Sure enough, facing the power of the sword, Qian Chen also gave an answer that suited his personality and personality.
Originally, his best answer should be that a long sword suddenly slipped out of his sleeve, and the sword was slashed continuously, and the left and right swords were used to cut the sky and the earth into color and change the color, and three swords and three magical skills.
But at this time, Qian Chen was playing Li Taibai with his unrestrained and romantic and elegant side in his character.
So when he shook his wrist, the love sword was unsheathed, it burst out with indescribable light. Then he met the sword with a rainbow sword shadow...
"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky!"
Cen Shen subconsciously chanted in a low voice.
He Zhizhang looked at the sword light coming towards him, but felt that the sword power fell from the sky, carrying a mighty and sweeping thousands of miles away, and pouring out.
This sword is majestic, but it is also ethereal and elegant without any trace.
The sword light rises like a river coming, unstoppable, and falls into the river, unstoppable. As the rise and fall, it rolls back and forth, and the vast sword energy gathers into the long river, breaking the sky and breaking through the clouds, and rushing towards He Zhizhang.
The half-drunk and half-awake Su Jin saw the long river of sword energy falling from the sky. A divine light flashed in his eyes and recovered most of Qingming. He pinched his finger with his right hand to form a trick, and a circle of weak and tough Buddha light came out from behind his head, and he protected himself and the winery in the hall.
But the sword energy was like drizzle, passing through the hall where everyone was.
Each trace of sword energy is enough to split three layers of iron armor.
The extremely sharp sword energy flexibly bypassed all obstacles. The sword energy lingers in a row, and even the hairs of the people in the hall have never been wiped away. Every table, couch, cup and cup are all intact.
Even when the sword energy lingers around the strings that the prostitute plucks with his hands, it can still slightly touch the strings and make a unique clanging sound.
This long river of sword energy, every sword energy can be transformed into reality at any time.
Become the sword light that is stabbed by the Loved Sword!
"What a magic method to hide the sword!"
"What a long river of sword energy!"
Facing this unbreakable and impartial and real sword energy, He Zhizhang's eyes were very appreciative. This sword opened and closed with a thrilling spirit. The sword energy was a wonderful combination of sword technique and illusion technique. The sword energy seemed to be virtual and real, and was the shadow of the affectionate sword reflected in the long river of time.
If He Zhizhang's sword-questioning style is a grasp of the wonderfulness of "reality".
Qian Chen's sword was the ultimate imagination of "xu".
"It is so gentle and kind that all things are born. It is always called a thick and thick load, and it flows humble and becomes full."
He Zhizhang smiled loudly, and the endless changes that followed inquired about the sword style were generated. Inadvertently, he naturally produced the best response to changes. Xiping's sharp weapon shone out one rainbow after another in his hand, shining brightly, but also solemn and solemn.
"Seven Swords Chapter of the Sacrifice to the Land of the Ghost!"
Su Jin couldn't help but exclaim.
This sword comes from the seven movements of the ancient great sacrifice and the sacrifice of the earth emperor and the earth god. It is the music of the sacrifice of Houtu in ancient times, made by the ancient emperors and emperors of Tianzhou, and transformed by the supreme power of the ancient emperors and emperors.
This ancient emperor was the Jade Emperor in the future.
Ancient rituals and music represent the power of the peak of the Divine Way. After the Tang Dynasty established the country to worship the world, it inherited ancient rituals and music and used it as a system.
Seven movements of sacrifice to the land gods, including the seven chapters of Shunhe, Taihe, Suhe, Yonghe, Shouhe, and Fuhe.
Each chapter contains the infinite mysteries of ancient divine.
When the emperor sacrifices, he welcomes the gods and uses Shunhe. When the emperor conducts Taihe, boards a ship, uses Suhe to lay jade and silk, uses Yonghe to welcome the people of the sacrificial period, first offer longevity, drink good fortune and use blessings, return to the palace to use Taihe to send the gods and use Shunhe.
After Emperor Xuan sacrificed to Houtu for the thirteenth year, he ordered He Zhizhang to comprehend the seven ancient movements and transform into the rituals and music of the Tang Dynasty.
After three years of understanding, He Zhizhang broke through the realm and entered the Yin God in one day.
The seven ancient movements were transformed into the first movement of the Tang Zen Society.
The Shunhe style in the seven sword chapter of the Sacrifice of the Earth God Houtu is triggered by a sudden change of inspiration.
A stream of unresistible true energy also emanated from the Xiping sword weapon, like a ring or a wall. All true energy everywhere, the vast sword energy of the long river of sword energy all entered the mud cow and the sea, eliminating nothing.
The vastness of the vastness of the universe, the foundation of the essence, all materials begin, the five etiquettes end, the true spirit of the distribution of energy, the president Kun Yuan... This is the Shunhe style.
It contains the power of Houtu tolerant and to resolve all alien magic powers.
"Don't you see, the mirror in the high hall is sad and the white hair is as white as black hair, and the evening turns into snow."
The lovely sword in Qian Chen's hand turned around the next moment, and the sword energy suddenly condensed into a sword, turning the virtual into reality, turning the endless atmosphere of the river falling from the sky into time, and the years are getting older, and the most ruthless time.
Cen Shen saw this sword light and was ashamed of it. Only then did he realize that his imitation just now did not get the essence of this sword.
The last time the two of them fought, his snow sword lights were all broken by this sword, and he could not see the changes after this sword technique.
But He Zhizhang's swordsmanship was far above Cen Shen.
This sword is like snow, and it has not broken through the Kunyuan momentum of Shunhe. The flying snow will disappear with the changes of the four seasons, while the earth remains unmoved and will not be shaken by the flow of time.
Qian Chen didn't know that this sword could not shake He Zhizhang's straight and move.
But the two were not in a life-and-death duel, and He Zhizhang just wanted to see the complete Qinglian Sword Song. He was about to drink. Therefore, although this sword was free and refreshing, it had no intention of killing.
Half is a fight, half is a dance together.
Cooperating with He Zhizhang's smooth and smooth style, the sword technique responds to the harmony and exchanges sword skills, Qian Chen can comprehend the Houtu charm of President Kun Yuan in He Zhizhang's sword.
He Zhizhang can also understand Qian Chen’s words about the passing of time, and the most ruthless thing is the sigh of time!
"You must be happy when you are in a happy life, and don't let the golden cup face the moon empty."
"Huang Zhi is the Lord, I am always afraid of sincerity and purity, and I will not be able to leave you.
The ceremony is to give you a congregation of jade and recommend it to the fortress. I think I will be able to overcome the cause of Kang, and Hu Ning will win the time."
Qian Chen's sword light pulled out from the ruthless time, turning the free and free heart of Taoist heart into wine, carrying it in a golden cup.
Wine is free and easy, but the bright moon in the wine is a long-lasting thought that is as vast as the bright moon and will not pass by with the passage of time.
In this sword, countless cultivators were pursuing it.
It is also the two thoughts that Qian Chendao’s heart is full of immortality, free and easy to brew into wine, and I wish it to He Zhizhang.
The towering land of the eternal land will not be moved by the free and immortal life of the monks.
But He Zhizhang, who carried the Houtu sword, could not let go of the sword that questioned Dao Xin.
He was a little lost in his mind, and his hand turned into a gentle and harmonious posture, as if he was telling the spectacular scene of Emperor Xuan's sacrifice. He carried the emperor's crown and worshiped Hou Tudiji in front of Hou Tudiji to pray for peace for the world.
This is the communication between the two of them. He Zhizhang understood the freedom of immortality reflected in Qian Chen's sword, and Qian Chen also saw the deepest contradiction hidden in He Zhizhang's heart.
As a monk, he yearns for eternity and freedom.
At the same time, he could not let go of the country, hometown, and even the prosperous era in his heart... He had envy of immortality and immortality, and also had a sense of mission to bring peace to all ages.
The contradiction between these two is where he has been unable to break through the obsession of Yang Shen.
"I was born to be useful, and I will come back after all my money is gone.
It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle, and you must drink three hundred cups of it at a time.
Master Cen, Danqiu Sheng, don’t stop drinking.”
Qian Chen's long sword kept expressing his will, heroic spirit and persistence as sword lights. He used his sword like a wheel, and every move was wonderful. The thrilling sword light spread ten feet across, alarming every drunkard in the hall.
Su Jin clasped his hands together, and a small Buddha light hung behind his head, but he was defeated by the free sword light like mellow wine.
He had no choice but to smile bitterly, pick up the wine glass beside him, and a saint took a drink, shook his head and said, "This person is very narrow, and I laughed at my Zen in the sword, and I am unstable in my heart. I only love to escape from Zen in drunkenness."
A beautiful boy in the wind in the wind, with drunken eyes, reached out to grab the golden cup in front of him, but reached out to catch a blank space, rolled his eyes and said, "Among a group of drunkards, what kind of sings to urge him to drink, who can refuse here?"
"Cunning! Cunning!"
After saying that, he stretched out a long waist and turned around and continued to lie down.
"Sing a song with you, please listen to me."
Qian Chen's sword tells his persistence. He tells the prosperity of Chang'an that he heard in his previous life, the long songs of the Tang Dynasty, the coming from all directions, the surrender of all countries, the romantic and wanton nature of the literati and the full passion of the military generals.
The peace and joy of the people and the harmony and unity of all ethnic groups.
This prosperous era! Just like fine wine, it makes everyone intoxicated.
However, the iron cavalry broke through the prosperity, and the smoke and dust covered the singing and dancing. The Anshi Rebellion made the Tang Dynasty sink. This joy, peace, peace and prosperity era suddenly overturned, the people were suffering from the pain and the lives were devastated.
The Hu dust in Chang'an was deserted and there were no foot-square rafters. In the middle of the capital, there were less than a thousand households, and the wells were scattered by jinglings and jackals. They were not only lacked military reserves, but also had few manpower.
When he entered this era, the Hu Shang, who had seen who had come from afar, stared at the capital of Shen, admired Chang'an, and was as wet as our hometown. The people in the city had all kinds of troubles in the world, were still peaceful and peaceful.
The prosperous Chang'an, the controversy of hundreds of schools of thought, the joy, depression, sorrow and frustration of the people are all microcosms of this great era. Individual love, hate and affection have turned into waves in the waves of the times and gone away.
"I like this era!"
"I hate the disasters and tragedies that will come...so, I am willing to protect it!"
"Xiaoyao is like this golden cup of wine. I love what I love, hate what I cruel, and hold on to what I hold on to. Even if I have immortality, it is for the freedom in my heart!" Qian Chen slashed out with a sword, with an unspeakable determination.
"Xiaoyao is never ruthless and desireless, but breaking free from all kinds of constraints, being free and understanding the constraints in your heart and what they really want. Then, pursue them bravely!"
The affectionate sword in Qian Chen's hand suddenly rang, and the sound of the sword was filled with tenderness and endless affection.
The lovely sword, sacrifice the sword with love!
In the sword light, the feelings of sentient beings are integrated, and this emotion is shared, and can understand and tolerate each other. This emotion is the nature of the living beings, and sentient beings are sentient beings.
Understand the feelings of all beings.
Then you can understand such great love!
As the sword sounded, Su Jin burst into tears and closed his hands and said, "I am merciful!"
"Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, I hope I will be drunk forever and not wake up. Since ancient times, all sages are lonely, and only those who drink will keep their names."
Like the sword intent of mellow wine, Qian Chen seemed to be intoxicated by the prosperity of Chang'an, but until he was drunk, he saw the surging undercurrents, the murderous Yaksha tilted up the demon king! The Chang'an formation that was about to be destroyed! All kinds of gods and demons in many temples! There are also fighting for power and profit, but he didn't know that the crisis had arrived!
These little thoughts were clearly conveyed into him and were drunk in the hearts of the prosperous people in Chang'an.
At the end of the sword light, Qian Chen asked a question with a sword
"I want to save Chang'an and protect this peaceful and prosperous era! Who will go with me?"
The layers of sword lights asked He Zhizhang's original heart, and Qian Chen recited loudly and was about to enter the wine and echoed in his ears:
"When King Chen was having a banquet for Pingle, he ate a lot of wine and was cheerful. Why did the master say that he was short of money? He had to buy him drinks."
"Five-colored horses, fur of gold, Hu'er will go out to exchange for fine wine..."
The last sword seemed to be about to cut through the haze that appeared in the sky above Chang'an, and let the light from all directions shine through!
The last chant was firmly like a sword light, and shouted loudly: "I will be filled with eternal sorrow!"
"Stop this Tang Dynasty Demonic Tribulation!"
"There is a Tang Dynasty in Zhaozhao, and the heavens allow all nations to be ordered by the ancestors, and the four sects follow the rules."
"Shen Xi Wujiang, I am the same as De. The great-grandson Jixu enjoys the best of God."
He Zhizhang's sword technique had already reached Taihe. When he collected the sword, he staggered and almost fell down. He seemed to be drunk and unbalanced, but in fact he was shocked in his heart. After a long time, he sighed to the sky: "There is a Tang Dynasty, and the sky is for all countries..."
"What a poem! What a sword!" He Zhizhang raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you a banished immortal in the sky?"
"Master Cen, should it be this Cen Shenjun, but who is Danqiu Sheng?" Su Jin raised his head and asked with a smile.
Cen Shen was a little surprised, and his eyes were touched when he looked at Qian Chen. Obviously, he didn't expect Qian Chen to really regard him as a friend. Qian Chen heard about this expected problem and threw a look at Yan Shu.
Yan Shu had no choice but to bite the bullet and explain: "My name is Danqiuzi!"
He said a little depressedly: "My master hasn't given me a Taoist name. Why do my junior brother always throw some strange Taoist names to me? Sometimes he said that I should have the Taoist name Chixia, and sometimes he made up a mysterious Danqiu and gave birth to it!"
Su Jin laughed and said, "I thought you knew Yuan Danqiu too!"
He Zhizhang was not as broad-minded as Su Jin, and he had a stronger obsession with the Tang Dynasty.
An unknown man suddenly used a sword to tell him about the great demon tribulation that Chang'an and the Tang Dynasty were about to face. The inspiration and true feelings in the sword were not fake at all. He Zhizhang didn't know whether he should believe it or not.
He wanted to laugh it off and laugh at this nonsense.
But in that sword, the scene of the devastating creatures and the overthrow of the Tang Dynasty made him dare not laugh it off like this.
This was just half a joke and half a questioning sentence.
If it weren't for the banished immortal in the sky, how could he boast about coming to save the Tang Dynasty?
He Zhizhang hesitated deeply and stared at Qian Chen and said, "This is not enough, it's far from convincing me!"
Qian Chen silently showed a small seal in his hand, which was Sima Ziwei's Tianshi Seal.
He Zhizhang recognized this seal. He was also a Taoist sect. He resigned from the emperor several times and asked himself to return to his hometown to practice Taoism, but he was retained by the emperor. How could he not recognize the seal of the contemporary Tianshi?
He shook his body slightly and said hard: "It's not enough!"
"It's enough! Master He!" A familiar voice came from outside the hall. Li Mi stepped into the hall and said to Qian Chen: "Brother Taibai, I went to meet the prince this morning. I went to the Daming Palace again... Your Majesty did not see me!"
"I asked the prince that the demonic demon is not only a supreme person, but also a spiritual treasure as a symbol of the person. This spiritual treasure disappeared when he killed Li Linfu!"
"Your Majesty is not a real demon!"
"I borrowed the prince's men and investigated the news in Luoyang. Last night, Zhang Guo Lao rode a donkey into the White Horse Temple. In the White Horse Dharma Realm, Taoism and Buddhas had a fierce conflict. Zhang Guo wanted to kill the demons in the temple, but was blocked by the Buddhist monks in Luoyang!"
"Chang'an Luoyang... are already in danger!"
When He Zhizhang saw this junior whom he admired very much, he became more and more difficult to make up his mind and felt a little confused.
At this time, the seal of the Heavenly Master in Qian Chen's palm suddenly shone brightly.
Sima Ziwei's voice came from inside. He seemed to be injured, and he was short of energy. He whispered with a hint of weakness: "Fellow Daoist Li! An Lushan has entered the top of the Yang God and has been refined into the body of the immortal god and demon, and is about to prove the devil. I am seriously injured by him and will be defeated and retreat!"
"Once the Jiuyou Rift is broken, An Lushan may at any time realize the Taoist spirit!"
"He is the great demon we are looking for!"
"Take all the power of the right way to kill Lushan, Lushan, and Lushan!"
Qian Chen held the Tianshi Seal in his back hand and put the small seal in his sleeve. He Zhizhang fell into deep silence. After a long time, he suddenly took off the golden tortoise bag on his waist and said, "Hold my husband's golden tortoise bag, my old friends in Chang'an City will give you a little face!"
"Wu Daoxuan!" He Zhizhang said loudly.
A confused and humble whisper came from a distance: "Supervisor He!"
He Zhizhang said to Qian Chen, "He is in the back hall, you go and wake him up!" After that, He Zhizhang looked back at the drinking friends in the hall, Su Jin, Zhang Xu, Jiao Sui, Li Shizhi, King of Ruyang, and Cui Zongzhi.
All of them nodded slightly.
He Zhizhang bowed and said, "If that day really comes, I hope you all will call me. We all want to go to difficulties!"
The six immortals in the hall stood up and stood behind He Zhizhang.
Chapter completed!