A Taoist statue, five thousand feet tall, punched the Immortal Hairpin City heavily.
Not only was it unable to penetrate the Immortal Hairpin City with one punch, it was not even able to truly touch the city itself. It only shattered countless golden lights. However, with this punch, the Gang Qi was stirred up, causing the two vassal areas of the Immortal Hairpin City where the punch fell to fall.
In the city, the weather was chaotic, with sudden heavy wind and rain in one place, and vague signs of heavy snow in another place.
In the two cities, those demon clan earth immortal monks were swaying and trembling. The Qi practitioners who had not yet formed the golden elixir were no longer breathing and refining, so they were in a better situation. They quickly sacrificed their life objects to help stabilize their Taoist hearts.
To resist the awe-inspiring force that seemed like "an imminent disaster", those who were practicing felt like they had been hit hard by a heavy blow on their minds. They were feeling suffocated and vomited a large mouthful of blood. Many monks in the Lower Five Realms even fainted on the spot.
"Is he really the last hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall?!"
As soon as I heard that it might be the hermit official who was visiting the Immortal Hairpin City, many female officials of the Immortal Hairpin City flew out together like warblers and swallows from the branches. They were looking up at or overlooking the Dharma statue in those places where they had a wide field of vision.
They were full of energy and looked at each other, and they were lucky enough to see a living hermit official in person. Some people who kindly tried to dissuade them from returning to the place of monasticism were given a blank look by them.
Lu Chen stood on tiptoes in the Lotus Dojo, stretched his neck, and said in surprise: "This city is very tough."
Immortal Hairpin City is like a qigong practitioner who has an armor pill forged by a military strategist and hangs it behind him. Unless the armor can be shattered with one punch, it will remain intact. In short, the turtle shell is very good.
Speaking more broadly, the Great Wall of Sword Qi and the night ship are actually formations based on the same principle, and the method of operating the avenue was originally derived from the one at the Tianting ruins.
In the past, the Great Ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain took advantage of Chen Qingdu to use his sword to open the way for Ascension City and raise the city to the rest of the world. Then he found the right opportunity and split the Sword Qi Great Wall into two, breaking the one.
Lu Chen laughed when he saw the female officials who were still unaware of the impending disaster, and looked forward to Chen Ping'an's visit to Bai Yujing in the future.
When A Liang visited Bai Yujing, it was because he was too sentimental.
The female officials in Immortal Hairpin City in front of them are acting on their own initiative.
The fairy sisters on the 12th floor of Wucheng, even if they originally had some admiration for A Liang, after seeing the man spitting and wiping his hair, those admirations were probably shattered on the ground, drifted away in the wind, and were never mentioned again.
In fact, Bai Yujing did have a few sisters who were familiar with the third master. She was a little sentimental and said that it was better to hear it than to meet her. You must know that before that, A Liang, who exchanged two punches with the second master, but Bai Yujing's
The most mentioned outsider in a century.
This is not the case with young hermit officials. After meeting them, they will only make people feel that their reputation is well-deserved.
Lu Chen said: "Chen Ping'an, from now on when you travel around the world of Qing Ming, you, Senior Brother Yu, and the guy from Ziqi Tower will do whatever they want. Anyway, I am neither a helper nor a relative. I will just stand by and wait for your grievances.
After the two Qing Dynasties, we will go to visit Baiyujing, such as Green City and Shenxiao City. I must lead the way. We have agreed on this and made an appointment."
Chen Ping ignored the situation and just delivered another punch with his left hand, which was a cavalry formation.
Lu Chen shut up immediately, feeling very guilty.
Immortal Hairpin City is like a graceful goddess standing between heaven and earth, wearing a robe that covers the sky and the sun, but has a huge dent.
The fist hovered, only a few dozen feet away from the mountain city.
From an Immortal Mansion "halfway up the mountain" in Immortal Hairpin City, a young-looking demon monk served as the deputy city lord. He got up from the bed among a pile of powder and white greasy. He showed no mercy and pushed and kicked those beautiful people with his hands and feet.
The female nun, a charming woman near the bed, rolled to the ground, trembling, her eyes were filled with resentment, she stretched out her hand from the ground to fetch a dress to cover up the spring sunshine, she stood up with her clothes on, hesitated for a moment, and did not choose to
The real body appeared, and a thousand-foot-tall immortal statue floated out of the house. He said angrily: "Where did you come from, this lunatic. Why do you want to be an enemy of our Immortal Hairpin City? You have lived enough and are in a hurry to reincarnate?!"
The Taoist Dharma image punched him again.
Just reply.
The great demon who showed the appearance of Qianzhang Dharma was choked for words.
Fortunately, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in Immortal Hairpin City gathered together on its own and was able to withstand the straight punch of the Lotus Crown Taoist.
The aura of this fist is even more powerful. For the monks of Xianhao City, the vision that can be seen is that the city is surging with wind and clouds. Countless spiritual energies quickly gather into a sea of ​​clouds. The white clouds are like an upright dressing mirror.
, blocking the punch, and then a punch disrupted the sea of ​​clouds. The fist suddenly became as big as a mountain, as if it was about to hit the monk's eyes in the next moment.
The young hidden official with a majestic appearance crushed the white clouds with one punch.
This person, in this scene, only taught the female officials of the Fairy Hairpin City to turn their thoughts into emotions.
In the wild world, there is only one universal truth: the strong are respected.
At the highest point of Immortal Hairpin City, there is a forbidden alchemy room. An old monk with immortal style was originally holding a cattail leaf fan and staring at the fire of the alchemy furnace. After the uninvited guest punched him three times, he had to walk out of the room and stand on the railing.
Looking down at the lotus crown, he smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist, can you stop talking? If there is any misunderstanding, let's talk it over."
In sight, the Taoist was half a city tall.
Shake the city with fists.
Although the Ascension Realm City Lord looked calm, he was actually very worried. Good people never come and bad people come. He didn't know how he got into trouble with such an uninvited guest.
Logically speaking, Xianhao City seems to have never had any mortal enemies in the wild world. Moreover, Xianhao City and Tuoyue Mountain have always had a good relationship, especially in the previous massive invasion of Haoran World. Nearly half of the sixty military accounts in the wild world were
The great demons have all done business with the Immortal Hairpin City. Not long ago, he specially flew the sword to pass on Trusty Moon Mountain, and sent an invitation letter to Feiran, the sword cultivator who suddenly became the co-master of the world, hoping that Feiran could come to the Immortal Hairpin City.
It is best for a city to be magnificent and spare no effort in pen and ink to add a brand-new plaque to its home, which will shine through the ages.
Moreover, Feiran even wrote a reply in person, agreeing to the matter and saying that he would visit Fairy Hairpin City in the near future.
Unexpectedly, before Feiran came, an amazing Taoist priest came first.
The last disaster was an unforeseen disaster. The ancestor of Banshan, whose real name was Zhu Yan, on his way to congratulate the concubine of Yiluohe, once passed by this place carrying a long stick and wielding a sword. He felt that this city was too high.
, it was too much of an eyesore, so Zhu Yan showed his true form, exerted all his strength, and struck a dozen sap blows on a fairy hairpin city.
It just failed to completely break the ban. Although Xianhao City was indeed in danger and crumbling at the time, it never broke into the city with a single blow. However, some rumors later spread only on the top of the wild mountain. It was the previous lord of Xianhao City who had secretly lost money.
The disaster was eliminated. After that catastrophe, Xianhan City went through thousands of years of painstaking management, continuous construction, and repairs of landscape formations. It is now different from what it used to be.
Chen Pingan shook his wrist and practiced with three punches first.
The big sleeves were fluttering. The sea of ​​clouds of different heights that were originally floating around the Immortal Hairpin City were actually swept away by the sleeves of the green gauze Taoist robe with a flick of the wrist. The sleeves of the robe swayed casually for a few times.
And the sky becomes cloudless.
As the city lord, Lao Feisheng still had a pleasant look on his face and said from the bottom of his heart: "Friend Taoist is visiting the Immortal Hairpin City this time. Whatever you ask for and what you want are all negotiable. As long as we can get it, we will give it to Taoist for nothing."
Friends, just think of making friends and forming a passionate relationship with fellow Taoists."
Of course, I would not mistake the Taoist in front of me, who is very likely to be in the fourteenth realm of Taoism, for Chen Pingan.
The Taoist friend who concealed his identity in front of him must have used a trick to hide his identity. What kind of Taoist attire, what kind of sword energy Great Wall hidden official face? How many years has it been since Chen Pingan returned to Haoran?
Taking a step back, even if there is such a good thing as a realm falling from the sky, if it falls, it means falling into three realms. Who can accept this gift from the great road if anyone is in the Jade Pure Realm? Back then, Li Zhen of Tuoyue Mountain could not accept it.
Come on, even if the Dao Ancestor closes his disciples now, Shan Qing still can't take him.
Therefore, as long as the other party is still willing to conceal his identity, it is probably not an irresolvable feud and there is still room for maneuver.
Chen Pingan glanced far north, withdrew his gaze, and asked Lu Chen in his heart: "The Dharma can only be so high? Is Master Lu hiding something secret?"
It is said that on the top floor of Immortal Hairpin City, if a monk leans on the railing and looks straight into the distance, as long as his eyesight is sufficient, he is bound to not be able to see the top of Tuoyue Mountain or the head of the Sword Qi Great Wall.
Therefore, there is a proud saying circulating in Xianhao City. There is a saying in Haoran's poems. People dare not speak loudly for fear of frightening the heavens. But here, we have to change the saying. It is the people of that day who dare not whisper for fear of frightening the heavens.
The monks in my city heard it.
Lu Chen smiled and said: "A big man, after all, has a little bit of personal money."
The present Dharma image of the Taoist, the foundation of the Great Dao, is the five thousand words passed down by the Taoist ancestors. Therefore, it is five thousand feet high, not one foot higher and not one foot lower.
So Lu Chen, as the third master of Bai Yujing, has been a disciple of the Taoist ancestor for thousands of years. Of course he will have his own Taoism. If Lu Chen is not good at making opinions and insists on accepting disciples on his behalf, then Lu Chen, the third disciple, will have to endure another
In a few years, he will naturally become a veritable disciple of Tao Ancestor. But for some reason, it seems that Lu Chen deliberately avoided this matter and gave up this title himself.
Lu Chenxiao asked: "If you want to go higher, it's actually very simple. Have you not turned a page of my three works until now? It's okay. I just took this opportunity to browse..."
If Chen Pingan has not read the "Nanhua Sutra" for the time being, it could not be easier. Now Chen Pingan, as long as he is willing to study Taoism and spread out the book, it will be like a divine help. If he reads it once, he will understand its true meaning.
Everything fell into place, because Chen Ping'an, now in the mysterious and mysterious position of "a sergeant hearing the Tao", is a veritable "proud man".
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Compared to the five thousand articles of Taozu, your three articles of more than 80,000 words are a bit too much, isn't it? The great knowledge is idle and the small knowledge is idle, and the big words are arrogant and the small words are Zhanzhan, but you say it yourself
of."
It was obvious that Chen Ping'an had read the Nanhua Sutra. In Nanhua City in Bai Yujing, Taoist officials were formally included in the Taoist genealogy ceremony. The least cumbersome thing was that Lu Chen casually threw out a copy of the Nanhua Sutra that was engraved by later generations.
Lu Chen said seriously: "It's far from enough to compare with one, but it's more than enough to compare with nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine. Don't be greedy for more."
On the bank of Chen Ping'an's heart lake, outside the library, three ancient Taoist scriptures of different thicknesses appeared, hanging side by side in the air. It was like a gust of wind turning the pages of the Taoist scriptures.
Lu Chen suddenly punched his palm and said sadly: "Chen Ping'an, after all, it is a great scripture recognized by the Taoist sect, why is it not qualified to be placed in the library?"
After Chen Ping'an "read the book", the Dharma image, which was originally half a city high, received a copy of the entire Taoist meaning of the Nanhua Sutra and became three thousand feet taller out of thin air.
We must deliver our fists to this high city in the style of a god beating a drum.
To be continued...