Songs of the Youth: Ten Years of Seclusion, Asking the Sword in Xueyue City Chapter 8 Longbow chasing wings, ghosts walking at night? This sword is called Wanjian Guizong!
Chapter 8 Longbow chasing wings, ghosts walking at night? This sword is called Wanjian Guizong!
The white-haired immortal's eyelashes trembled slightly, but the attack was delayed. He slowly opened his eyes, only to see that Fang Ping had sheathed his sword.
"Why...?"
Fang Ping said calmly:
"You inherited the love of the previous generation and did not kill them. I also inherited the love of the previous generation and made peace."
With Baifaxian's strength, if he really wanted to defeat Lei Wujie and Tang Lian, he would have succeeded at their first meeting.
"hehe......"
The white-haired fairy is sitting in the snow. Her snow-white robes and eyebrows of the same color blend into the snow.
Seeing that he had no intention of fighting again, Fang Ping waved to Lei Wujie and others:
"gone."
At the same time, the voice in my head sounded again:
"Thanks."
The corners of Wu Xin's mouth curled up slightly.
...
The next morning, everyone who stayed in the ruined temple woke up one after another. Wuxin also sat up from the coffin and stretched:
"Haa~!"
"I'm going!" Lei Wujie was startled, "Monk Wuchan, hurry up and hit his hole!"
Wu Xin shook his head and laughed, lazily leaning against the coffin:
"No need, I'm not a very evil person."
Wu Zen bowed and said:
"Junior Brother Wuxin, long time no see."
After learning about Wu Xin from Wu Zen and seeing that he himself had no evil nature, everyone slowly let down their guard.
But the conversation unintentionally changed:
"But I won't go to Kowloon Gate anymore. I have other places I want to go."
Tang Lian cast her gaze:
"What's the meaning?"
My mission is to escort the golden coffin to Kowloon Gate. If I have no intention of leaving, what is the use of sending the golden coffin?
Wu Zen asked:
"Junior brother, what do you...want to do?"
Wuxin didn't want to explain too much, but when he saw Fang Ping resting his hand on the hilt of the sword, he sent a message to inform him of the details and reasons.
Fang Ping nodded slightly, relaxed his palms, and agreed.
The monk just wanted to take his master home, while Sikong Changfeng wanted to ensure the safety of Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo. There was no conflict between the two.
Wuxin added:
“I can’t give in on this matter, and I can’t guarantee what will happen next.
And the journey is far away, so we need some help.”
Tang Lian was the first to stand up and express her position:
"You have to go to Jiulongmen first, and then we'll talk about other things!"
"You can't stop me," Wu Xin said lazily, "I won't choose you as my helper either."
"..."
Tang Lian had nothing to say and looked at Fang Ping.
But the latter did not express his position and did not care about it.
However, Lei Wujie stood up and said loudly:
"I think the monk is not a bad person. Although he has evil skills, as long as his martial arts are used to do good things, he is a good person!"
"Wuxin, if you have any unfulfilled wish, I can help you!"
When the person involved heard this, he couldn't help but sneered:
"My wish has not yet been fulfilled... As if telling people who are about to die, I will still live long."
Xiao Se yawned and put his hands behind his head:
"idiot."
...
Finally, the group decided to change their route to Khotan and meet an old friend with Wuxin.
I accidentally asked Xiao Se and Lei Wujie to follow me because they were well-dressed and rich.
Tang Lian also chose to follow him for the sake of the mission.
Naturally, Fang Ping also wanted to go and took Sikong Qianluo along with him.
Only Tiannu Rui returned to Beauty Manor.
...
The group of six people moved forward all the way, and because the news spread that the golden coffin had a Sword Immortal-level protector, they encountered no one blocking the way.
Until they reached a desert, a group of organized and disciplined thieves blocked the road.
Lei Wujie was gearing up and eager to try:
"Humph, after so many days of settling down, I finally have a chance to flex my muscles!"
Xiao Se crossed his arms across his chest and spoke calmly:
"The long bow chases the wings, and a hundred ghosts walk at night."
Hearing that he was a famous thieves, Lei Wujie got even more excited:
"No matter how many ghosts he has, blow them all up!"
Fang Ping on the side said calmly:
"It's better to leave as soon as possible."
"Understood, Lord Sword Immortal!" Lei Wujie looked back, "Give me a quarter of an hour to disperse these thieves immediately and clear the way for everyone!"
Fang Ping shook his head slightly:
"I mean... let's go now."
After the words fell, Tang Lian suddenly looked startled and felt a vibration in her waist:
"What happened to my sword...?"
With a "crack" sound, Tang Lian's sword automatically unsheathed itself and flew straight into the sky, frightening everyone.
"Yu...Sword? Who is it?"
Sikong Qianluo immediately clenched his spear and looked around, fearing that the weapon would fly away.
Xiao Se looked at Fang Ping on the roof of the car and his right hand that was dancing.
At the same time, the crowd of hundreds of ghosts broke out in commotion, and several sword blades with cold light came out of their sheaths and flew to the sky uncontrollably.
"Fuck! My sword!"
"No, the Holy Sword!"
"Boss, we can't fight, there's something dirty!"
"I beg you to come back quickly, the Invincible Supreme Spirit Sky Exquisite Wrought Iron Sword!"
Before the fight started, all the ghosts were in disarray, and they were all frightened.
Lei Wujie became even more excited, until his killing sword also flew away, and hundreds of flying swords rose above the horse thief's head...
"Sword Immortal, help!"
Without any hesitation, Lei Wujie immediately used his fire technique and ran towards the carriage.
He can fight hundreds of people at once, but Feijian is another story.
Fang Ping held his face with his left hand, put the middle finger and index finger of his right hand together, and drew circles and dragons in the air.
And the hundreds of iron swords flipped in the sky, converging into a torrent of steel, pressing down directly on the horse thief.
"Nima! Run!"
"Edi Holy Sword, don't come back!"
Seeing that the opponent could control hundreds of iron swords, the ghosts knew that they were hitting the iron plate, so they turned around and retreated.
When Lei Wujie ran back, Baigui disappeared from sight.
"Set off."
Fang Ping spoke calmly.
"ah?"
Lei Wujie obviously didn't react until he saw Fang Ping hook his finger, and the killing sword and the senior brother's sword flew back at the same time.
"The art of sword control! You can actually control three hundred flying swords at once?!"
"I want to learn!"
Fang Ping closed his eyes slightly:
"This sword is called Wan Jian Guizong."
"What a cool name!"
Not only was Lei Wujie excited, but even Xiao Se, who had always been observing silently, and eight out of ten sentences were psychological activities, couldn't sit still.
He looked at Fang Ping in disbelief... He had never heard of swordsmanship. Is this man really from Kenshinzuka?
Smiling unintentionally:
"The martial arts of the Sword Immortal are peerless, no worse than the forbidden arts of Rakshasa Hall."
When Fang Ping spared the life of the White-haired Immortal, he unintentionally had a little respect for him, and now he respects him even more.
...
Afterwards, several people encountered no obstacles along the way and successfully arrived at the Great Fanyin Temple in Khotan.
After spending many days together, everyone was convinced that Wu Xin was neither a bad person nor a pure good, but just a sinister monk.
But as soon as they arrived near Dafanyin Temple, there were sounds of fighting inside.
Suddenly, the sound of fighting stopped:
"Since everyone is here, come in."
Fang Ping also planned to observe secretly, but it seemed that it was unnecessary.
Wu Xin stepped into the temple first, followed closely by Lei Wujie, Tang Lian and others, but Xiao Se deliberately ended up last.
Fang Ping had just been born, and he didn't know much about the grievances and grievances in the world, so he simply sat on the wall and watched the changes, thinking that he would just do his job and make sure that nothing happened to Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo.
But the Palm Incense Supervisor, Jinxian, stared at Fang Ping:
"Many people have come, but this one looks unfamiliar...who are you?"