Songs of the Youth: Ten Years of Seclusion, Asking the Sword in Xueyue City Chapter 18 Ask the Sword Qingcheng Mountain, Sword Name, Vinegar Altar Upside Down!
The remaining four people in the inn turned pale and collapsed on the ground in fear, unable to speak.
Fang Ping approached slowly and raised his sword:
"Cover the doors and windows with black cloth so as not to disturb others, be sensible."
Just as he was about to strike with his sword, one of the scarred swordsmen kowtowed violently, causing a small hole in the floor:
"Please be merciful, we are Nanjue Sword Immortal, the people under the throne of Ghost Sword Zhaiyue Lord!"
"I came here to escort the goods for Dao Xian. I hope you can give me some face and don't kill me."
The two people next to him also reacted, kowtowed and begged for mercy:
"I'm sorry, I was at fault first, I shouldn't have spoken rudely... Please, for the sake of the Sword Immortal, spare our lives!"
Fang Ping smiled:
"Because I can't draw the sword quickly, does it only count as rude?"
The three of them did not dare to raise their heads, sweating profusely, as if there were thousands of sword blades floating behind their backs.
"I don't know where your master is from. The Ghost Sword Immortal may have some friendship with your master. I hope he will stay..."
Before the former finished speaking, his head fell to the ground first.
Fang Ping wiped his sword with a calm expression:
"The face of the Sword Immortal is not easy to use in Beili."
The other two people looked at the spinning head, screamed in horror, and the next second their heads fell to the ground.
At the same time, Nanjue Swordsman outside the inn had already rushed in and saw that all seven people had been beheaded, but the enemy was a young man in his late teens...
The swordsman was suddenly shocked:
"withdraw!"
Several people quickly exited the inn and rode wildly, with fear in their eyes.
This young man holds a wooden sword, kills silently, and bleeds mercilessly. He is definitely a first-rate master!
Boss Shi, who is at the pinnacle of the Zizai Realm, is dead, so how can he defeat him in the Vajra Mortal Realm?
"ah--!"
Suddenly, the swordsman roared in pain, and his body fell from his horse, with a large area of bright red appearing on his chest.
Only the wound is seen, not the weapon.
"Sword Qi? Jian Gang?"
The remaining swordsmen were frightened and did not dare to take another look, but escaping was in vain.
In the inn, the swordsman fired wildly, he grabbed the door and went out the window, tore the black cloth and chased after him, killing all the Nanjue swordsmen.
"The Sword Immortal has great magical powers," Li Fansong cupped his hands and clasped his fists, "He is indeed a master of martial arts!"
Fei Xuan also thanked Fang Ping, but he would not flatter that pretty man like the former:
"Thank you, Sword Immortal, for taking the initiative."
"But, what should we do with these people?"
Fang Ping thought for a moment, squatted down in front of the bodies of the seven people, turned over their robes, took out their money bags, and counted the silver...
The swordsman is touching the corpse.
Li Fansong was stunned for a moment:
"Senior is really down-to-earth. Anyway, these Nanjue people are doing a lot of evil and the money they got came from wrong sources, so we helped him spend it!"
However, Fang Ping put all the money on the counter, said "check out" to the chef, and left with the two Taoist priests.
When the fight started, the waiter and shopkeeper on the first floor of the inn all hid in the back kitchen.
Outside the street, Li Fansong said in confusion:
"Senior, we haven't eaten much food. That much silver is enough for us to eat for several months."
Fang Ping said calmly:
"That's money for the shopkeeper to reopen the store."
There are so many dead people in the store, especially the one where people live and eat, almost no one wants to go there.
Li Fansong scratched his head:
"Oh I got it."
...
Not long after, Fang Ping and the others arrived at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.
"Senior Sword Immortal, we're here!" Li Fansong was a little happy, "Please come up the mountain!"
"Please go up the mountain," Fei Xuan also said with cupped hands.
Climbing up the stone steps and going deep into the mountain, Qingcheng Mountain Taoist Temple appears in front of you.
There was a priest at the door sweeping away the scattered leaves. When he saw his fellow disciple coming back, he waved and greeted:
"Hello, senior brother, welcome back."
"The one behind you...is the seeker?"
Li Fansong smiled and shook his head:
"Senior came from Xueyue City to ask for advice from the sword master."
"ah?"
The Taoist priest obviously didn't believe it. This man looked very young. He had a rotten wood sword at his waist and the other was wrapped with a cloth.
This combination has never been heard of in the entire world.
Li Fansong laughed:
"Senior doesn't move around much in the world, but his name has been spread throughout the world, and he is called Qingmu Swordsman."
"Sword Immortal?" The Taoist priest was dumbfounded.
Later, Feixuan invited Fang Ping to come in:
"Senior, please follow me."
After entering the Taoist temple, Fang Ping was led to Zhao Yuzhen's courtyard.
Li Fansong and Fei Xuan stopped in front of the door, bowed their hands to Fang Ping and left.
The former's steps are particularly fast. He was blown away by two sword immortals in Dengtian Pavilion last time, and he didn't want to experience it a second time.
Fang Ping jumped into the courtyard and said loudly:
"The four city lords of Xueyue City, Qingmu Sword Immortal, and Fang Ping, came to ask the Sword Immortal about the way of swordsmanship!"
At this time, Zhao Yuzhen was meditating in the room. He didn't want to take the sword, but when he heard that the other party was the Fourth City Lord of Xueyue City, he stood up decisively.
Two people are standing in the courtyard, one is holding a green wood, Long Yuan, and the other is holding a peach blossom, Qing Xiao. The former is handsome and handsome in white and black robes, while the latter is a purple Taoist robe, with a jade tree facing the wind.
There is actually a bit of a resemblance.
Zhao Yuzhen spoke first:
"Come from Xueyue City? Xiao...er, does the Second City Lord know that you are here to inquire about swordsmanship?"
Fang Ping nodded.
"Then she didn't say anything?"
"I told you," Fang Ping raised the corner of his mouth, "Let me beat you hard."
"..."
Zhao Yuzhen narrowed his eyes slightly and heard a different meaning from these words.
He asked again:
"I wonder what your relationship is with your Excellency, the Second City Lord of Xue Yue?"
"We are considered classmates and colleagues," Fang Ping said calmly, "We are taught by the same person, and we work in the same city."
Hearing this, Zhao Yuzhen frowned again... The little fairy came out to enter the world a long time ago. He said that he was taught by one person, and he looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. The master should not be Li Changsheng. If you push it further, there is only a sword.
Heartbroken.
Then they have known each other for a long time.
"Are you childhood sweethearts?" Zhao Yuzhen asked cautiously.
"No, we only got along for a few short years," Fang Ping told truthfully, "but if you still have questions, just draw your sword."
Zhao Yuzhen breathed out:
"Huh, I've thought too much, but it doesn't look like we're very intimate..."
"It's true that we're not very close. We just slept in the same bed together when we were young," Fang Ping said with a sunny smile.
Zhao Yuzhen’s mouth twitched:
"Ask for the sword, right? Please draw the sword!"
It was said to be the word "please", but Zhao Yuzhen struck out with a sword first.
The name of the sword is an understatement!
"Zheng——"
Fang Ping raised his sword, Long Yuan revealed the blade, the cold light reflected the sun, and he split the peach wood vertically.
Zhao Yuzhen's sword force was suppressed, and his inner energy appeared in half a fugue, and he actually used his wooden sword to resist Long Yuan.
Fang Ping retreated, his ears buzzed with the buzzing sound of the sword, and the sound of the sword lifting his robe to hunt!
The shadow of the silver sword is like a dragon, and the movement is like a turbulent wave. One sword turns all the energy, approaching the Taoist Sword Immortal.
"Holy Spirit Sword Technique, Twenty-Two Swords!"
"The name of the sword is infinite!"
Zhao Yuzhen's eyes condensed, and the Peach Blossom Sword Intent arose, breaking all the methods with immeasurable force, and breaking ten thousand swords with one sword!
The two extremely strong sword energies collided, causing the entire Qingcheng Mountain to tremble slightly, the sky clouds stirred like sticks, and there was no sun in the sky.
In the Xiaoyao Heaven Realm, every blow and slash can trigger the way of heaven, and the sound is mighty and terrifying.
The two sides settled down with one sword, and it was hard to tell who was superior.
"That's right, but are there any sword moves?" Zhao Yu said calmly and calmly.
Fang Ping took a deep breath, his eyes were like torches, as if they could emit light:
"The name of the sword, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect! Please ask the Sword Immortal to try it!"
The swords of the small town next to Qingcheng Mountain, the swords of the five thousand iron cavalry stationed there, and even the Taoist swords of the Taoist priests were all borrowed, soaring into the sky and blocking out the sun.
For some reason, Zhao Yuzhen didn't want to make any difference, so he held the mahogany sword in the air with his backhand and made a seal with both hands:
"The Infinite Sword Rises!"
The immeasurable phantom sword has an illusory shape, rising up like a rising dragon, like a pillar of creation.
On one side are tens of thousands of cold swords, and on the other side are Taoist nature.