"Your name is Lu Xing, the prince of the North?" Meng Zhong asked, and the wind and thunder hanging on his right hand stopped gathering.

"No wonder you have such amazing sword energy. You are the younger brother of Wu Xian."

Zhang Ming and Yan San, who were kneeling in pain, showed joy in their eyes, and shouted quickly: "Yes, sir, you are right. If you kill Lu Xing, you will definitely receive revenge from Wu Xian."

On one side, Lu Xing remained silent on the surface, but in his heart he communicated with Lu Shuang through his thoughts.

"Sister, if I really die, how will you avenge me?"

The voice of "Benming Jianqi" was a little high-pitched, and he said: "Haha, without any other reason, I will overthrow three academies for you and ask them to hand over the real murderer."

"One sword can challenge the way of literature. Sister said it is domineering." Lu Xing thought to himself.

"Benming Sword Qi" paused slightly and said, "How can you still be such a... flatterer in the face of a formidable enemy!"

Lu Xing chuckled. He had stayed on the mountain for a long time, and now he felt happy when he heard his sister scolding him. In one word, he deserved to be scolded.

"Since you are a disciple of Martial Immortal," Meng Zhong paused for a while, as if he had another idea. After a long time, he said: "I will spare your life, but I will use your feet. You are the prince of the North, and you have two feet."

To you, it is of no importance."

This sounds reasonable, but when I think about it carefully, I find it strange that if Wu Xian's younger brother loses his legs, he cannot become the second Wu Xian.

"Hmph!" The voice of "Benming Sword Qi" sounded angrily in Lu Xing's Niwan Palace: "The magnanimity of the academy master has been ruined by such a villain!"

Lu Xing was stunned. He didn't know why his sister was angry, but since she was angry, I had to vent her anger on her behalf.

"Meng Zhong," Lu Xing called Meng Zhong by his first name, raised his head and shouted: "You are a gentleman, but you are actually doing good deeds. If you do evil in a thorough way, just trying to destroy my legs will be enough to poison me for a hundred years."

"If I lose my legs, I will never be able to set foot on the top of the mountain for the rest of my life. If it doesn't take a hundred years, Xuejin City's martial arts will decline, or the Northland will no longer be exclusively owned by the Lu family."

Lu Xing's face glowed brightly, and he stood up. Every step in front of him was dragged by sword energy, and he headed towards the clouds.

"Martial arts are weak but the people are rich, then isn't the Northland a lamb waiting to be slaughtered?"

"Confucianism talks about the country based on the world, and does evil with one's own body for the sake of Tao. Some feed the king, or slaughter the people, in order to pursue a long-lasting Tao, and forget what a gentleman is."

The words hit the ground, driving away the dark clouds gathering around him.

"Meng Zhong, if you want to come to kill me, then come. There is no need to be afraid of your hands and feet."

"Some people in Confucianism are greedy for martial arts, and they can't do it for a day or two!"

There was a thunderbolt from the clear sky, as if the heavens were angered by Lu Xing's offensive words. The thunder struck diagonally from above the Confucian Temple, with golden light attached to it.

The ancient temple slashed out a line of ice-cold sword energy on its own, which collided with the thunder in the middle, and the two shattered into pieces.

The ancient temple sword's cold light once again cut out a stream of icy sword energy to protect Lu Xing's left and right sides. Then, the sword soared into the sky, rushing into the void above the clouds like a stream of light.

And in Lu Xing's Niwan Palace, an irritable, cold and childish voice sounded, or should I say "tsundere"?

"Wait here, sister, I'll ask for justice for you!"

Lu Xing felt a knot in his heart: Sister, don't worry, are you really worried that Meng Zhong will slap your brother and me to death? It's a pity that the connection in his mind has been disconnected, so Lu Xing had to confront Meng Zhong with a straight face.

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Nine days away, there are stars shining brightly. Apart from the sun and the moon, the most eye-catching one is Wenquxing.

A beautiful woman in green clothes holds an ancient temple in her hands and walks on the endless drowning water. There is anger on the woman's face, a pair of red phoenix eyes glaring in front of her. With a frown, she has traveled more than ten thousand miles, and there is a road in front of her that occupies half of the sky.

, the golden river with no end in sight.

"Ru Dao, come out here! If you dare to attack my brother, you really think that I, Lu Shuang, am dead!" After the soul was separated from the sword energy, his voice became mature.

Waves arose in the golden river, and the waves rushed towards Lu Xing. The waves looked small, but after leaving the golden river, they became as high as a thousand feet, and rushed towards Lu Shuang with the momentum of splitting the sky and covering the earth.

"White Jade Fifth Floor, lend me Duanjiang Qi!" Lu Shuang's sword slashed across the sky, and boundless sword Qi surged out from all directions in the Taoist world. Using the sword edge of the ancient temple as a guide, the sword Qi was gathered in one place, and then the sword fell -

Cut off the river!

When the sword energy passed by, the waves fell and the river retreated. The whole golden wave was split into two halves by the sword. The top of the wave fell on the drowning water. The stirred up water waves hit Lu Shuang, but they were all cut down by the sword energy.

The boundless sword energy did not stop after cutting through the waves, but headed towards the golden river. The sword energy was tangible, and it actually stopped the river from flowing.

A figure with green robes and white hair swayed past the river. His palm pushed hard on the sword energy, breaking the sword energy in two, and the golden river could continue.

"Lu Shuang, don't push yourself too far. This is the Taoist world. You only have one soul, so you are no match for me!" Confucian Taoist's voice was quite childish.

"Hehe, hehe," Lu Shuang said with a smile: "You can give it a try, I want to see if your mighty river can be intact under my sword!"

Confucianism and Taoism were silent for a long time, but in the distance in the void, an old voice came.

"Little Hesitation, how can you be angry with a Taoist spirit?" The old man who was drowning was swinging in a small boat. He still held a wine gourd in his right hand and greeted with his free left hand, "No offense, no offense -"

After Dao Ling saw the ruined old man, he stepped back into the Haoran River.

"You can scream hesitation?" Lu Shuang frowned and waved the ancient temple in his hand. His sword energy stirred up the drowning in an attempt to overturn the boat that was ruining the old man.

The old man was not angry even though he was ruining it. He stretched out his hand and took out the purple gourd, put the rolled up drowning water into the gourd, and said: "Drowning water is hard to get, but don't waste it. Little Hesitation's sword is powerful, enough for the old man and me to drink for half a month."

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"Why Meng Zhong?" After Lu Shuang's sword strike, his anger also disappeared a lot, mainly because the natal sword energy in the ancient temple could not go away.

The old man's eyes narrowed, and the boat stopped about ten feet away from Lu Shuang. He said with a smile, "Those are people from the south. It's not up to me to control them."

"Whose plan was it for the dispute between Qi Mu and Lu Xing?" Lu Xing asked bluntly. This was not the first day she had met the old man who was ruining him. He had many thoughts, but he was not a bad person. At least he was the most down-to-earth in Confucianism.

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The old man was stroking his beard, smelling the aroma of wine from the mouth of the gourd, and said: "Sun Qi died strangely. When the Heavenly Gate opened, everyone's thoughts were on the upper world. The person who killed him was very cautious and left no trace.

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"I really want to investigate, and I guess I have to pursue it from the demon who died. But we have a pact with Taoism, and we can't reach out to the ghost world."

The old man raised his brows, pulled out a beard above his lips, and said lightly: "Someone is asking about you. By the way, are your injuries okay?"

Lu Shuang raised his brows and heard the overtone of the old man's words - someone was plotting against Xuejin City.

"Greetings to a bunch of dead old men for me. If anyone dares to cause trouble on the way back to Xuejin City by land, I will cut off his inheritance and destroy his temple with one strike of my sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Xing held the ancient temple and waved a stream of sword energy. The sword energy flew towards the stars in the sky until it touched a thin film and spread out in all directions. The sword energy escaped in all directions like falling rain.

The sword energy became a sound, carrying Lu Shuang's coldness, resounding throughout the world of heaven and earth:

"Don't forget, my surname from Beidi, Lu, has never been a fool. If the sword of Beidi is opened too flat, it can destroy the gods!"

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Jiacheng below.

Lu Xing looked at Meng Zhong and pondered his words in his heart. Gucha was taken away by the elder sister's spirit. I have no ability to defeat Meng Zhong.

"Sir, since you are at least a great Confucian, why have I never heard of your name?"

Meng Zhong remained silent as the aura of awe and righteousness around him scraped away at the cold sword energy protecting Lu Xing's body like a whetstone.

The icy sword energy around him dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye. Lu Xing raised his eyes slightly. It seemed that there was no room for maneuver.

"Sister, if you don't come back for ten breaths at most, I will really die." Lu Xing kept contacting the ancient temple with his thoughts, but he really had no other options.

"Why are you making such a fuss? Come on with the momentum of challenging the Heavenly Master! A scholar with a great Confucian level is scaring you. It doesn't matter!" The childish voice of "Born Sword Qi" sounded in Lu Xingniwan Palace.

Lu Xing chuckled: "It'll be good if my sister comes back."

An inch of light flashed across the sky, and Gu Cha returned to Lu Xing at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time, in the sky far to the southeast, a majestic righteousness rose into the sky. In the Confucian Temple enshrined in White Deer Academy, Meng Zhong's nameplate was in the third column, and the vermilion words were shining brightly.

A long sigh spread to the north through countless voids, and only Meng Zhong could hear it.

"Zhongzi, if you don't come back, the three sages will share the blame."

"You are meant to be punished. If you break the rules again, even your little apprentice will not be able to save his life."

Meng Zhong replied in the same way: "If I don't intervene today, my disciple will definitely be harmed! Do you want me to just watch?"

The sigh came again after waiting for a long time: "Cun Qi Mu Xian Renjing, ranked 291st in the Monument of Merits in the Confucian Temple. - Ya Shengliu."

The Merit Stele in the Confucian Temple was cast by a Confucian sage and was enshrined by future generations, and those who ranked in it enjoyed reincarnation.

In past dynasties, only Confucian disciples who were virtuous or above were qualified. Even so, there are not enough people who have been ranked as virtuous in the merit monument over the past thousands of years.

"What...is wrong with him?" Lu Xing asked Lu Shuang in a mental way. The image of Meng Zhongxu in front of him remained motionless, as if he was wandering in a fugue.

"Original Sword Qi" thought in his heart: "Someone is looking for trouble for him."

As the two of them were thinking, Meng Zhong's cloudy image moved again, and his right hand surged out with awe-inspiring righteousness. One ball after another, more than ten balls of awe-inspiring righteousness were thrown towards Qi Mu who was enlightening below.

Then, Meng Zhong's left and right hands gathered a thunder cloud and threw it towards Lu Xing and Chu Chu respectively. After doing all this, Meng Zhong's cloud and mist virtual image stopped moving. The wind blew lightly and dispersed into clouds and mist all over the sky.

Chu Chu was originally blocked by Meng Zhong. He could not exert even 30% of his strength. He was also restrained by the Golden Dragon and Skynet. This thunderbolt struck him solidly, causing damage to his muscles and bones.

It will take a day or two to recover.

"Third uncle, be careful." The thunder clouds were real and imaginary. Lu Xing dispersed the imaginary thunder clouds with just one sword, and chased Chu Chu who was falling with his sword energy. Fortunately, Lu Shuang was controlling the ancient temple.

The sword energy weaved into a big net, dragging Chu Chu to the ground.

On the ground, in the center of the battlefield.

The God-given sword was stuck upside down on the ground, and it no longer trembled as it did at first.

Qi Mu crossed his legs and closed his eyes, with his five hearts pointing toward the sky. His movements of hands and feet were very similar to those of Chu and Chu when he summoned the Great Dao just now.

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High in the clouds, Meng Zhong's last consciousness dissipated.
Chapter completed!