As soon as this voice finished, another sharp voice said coldly: "You got so angry when you failed to recruit disciples that you actually hit them. You Wan Ziliang's face is not that thick-skinned!"
The old beggar who originally raised his hand frowned when he heard these two sudden voices and took his hand back.
At this time, the leaves in the forest swayed, and two figures flew out. The first one had a wide robe and big sleeves, a square face and a broad nose, and looked quite kind. The other one was in brocade clothes, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and a very mean face.
The two people stood side by side, their feet motionless, and walked against the wind. Suddenly they came to the center of the lake and stopped on a huge rock.
Tanxi Lake occupies a very large area, and there are many stones exposed on the lake. These stones are large and small, the small ones are only three feet square, and the large ones are hundreds of feet wide.
When the old beggar known as Wan Ziliang saw this, he snorted coldly and said, "Who am I? It turns out they are the 'Twin Saints' from Piaomiao Valley. Why do you two want to play together?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he made a secret with one hand, put away the banana fan under his feet, and at the same time, he lifted the young man in blue robe and landed on a boulder.
"Hahaha, Wan Ziliang, you are shameless, and we two brothers are still shameless. Since we have agreed to fight alone this time, how can we fight together as brothers?" the man in the broad robe laughed.
"Hmph, what nonsense are you talking to about this devil from the Demon Sect? He uses himself to save others, so he naturally feels that all the monks in the world are as shameless as him." The mean man in brocade clothes said with disdain.
Wan Ziliang frowned slightly when he heard it, and there was anger in his eyes, but he thought about it and suppressed the anger.
The two people in front of me are a pair of brothers. The one with a square face, broad nose, and generous appearance is named Lin Huo, and the one with a mean face is named Lin Shui.
They were orphaned in their early years due to the pursuit of secular enemies, but because they possess excellent fire spirit roots and water spirit roots, they were valued by the wandering senior monks of the Piaomiao Valley, and were personally brought into the sect to be accepted as disciples. From then on, they jumped into the dragon gate.
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Lin Huo and Lin Shui have both reached the late stage of foundation building and are extremely good at combined attacks. Even though Wan Ziliang prides himself on having strong magical powers, he still finds it difficult to get benefits from them.
But since they had promised that only one person would emerge from the fight, Wan Ziliang had nothing to fear.
The Lin brothers are quite talented in cultivating Taoism. Over the years, they have won the love of their elders and have been practicing smoothly. Therefore, they look down on the people in the Demon Sect and feel that they are all crooked and evil and cannot be compared with themselves.
However, Wan Ziliang was born in the Imperial Palace, acted freely and only for his own pleasure, and looked down upon the rules and regulations of the Confucian sect.
When the two sides meet together, it's like facing each other. No one looks down on the other, which is why the cynicism just happened.
However, neither Wan Ziliang nor the Lin brothers noticed at this moment that there was a person waiting under a peach tree on the bank of Tanxi Lake.
Liang Yan's eyes were slightly closed at this moment, sitting cross-legged, seemingly indifferent to everything around him.
With the casting of the "Yuanmu Dao" spell, the aura on his body has completely disappeared, and his whole person has blended into the surrounding lakes and mountains, just like an ordinary stone, unable to attract anyone's attention at all.
At this time, the Lin brothers had also fallen silent, and the huge Tanxi Lake became silent again.
This scene lasted for about half the time of burning incense, and suddenly I heard a long whistle, like a bluebird emerging from the forest, soaring upward.
When everyone heard the sound, they turned around and saw a small boat slowly sailing out from the far side of Tanxi Lake, at the end of the vast white mist.
On top of the boat, there was a man carrying a long sword, with his hands behind his back, wearing a white robe and hunting, standing proudly.
Although he stood still, the boat under his feet was still galloping forward, carrying him through the wind and waves, and in a short time he arrived at the center of the lake.
The arrival of this person made everyone present look slightly sideways. Even the Lin brothers, who were a little arrogant before, did not dare to say any more provocative words at this moment.
"It's actually him!"
Liang Yan, who was meditating, slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
This white-robed swordsman who came by boat turned out to be an old acquaintance of his: Qianyuan Holy Palace Yuan Taiji!
I still remember that on Guanyu Peak, for the marriage of my senior brother Tang Jun, the two sides had five gambling fights. He used "Flying Thunder Sword Technique" to fight Yuan Taiji's "Qi Feng Sword Sutra", and finally won the 30th move.
It's time for this person to abandon his sword and admit defeat.
This battle was the battle that made Liang Yan famous in Yungang Sect. It was also because of this battle that the subsequent incident of Xing Dou entering the Dream Stone occurred.
Unexpectedly, fifty years have passed and I will meet this person again on the bank of Tanxi Lake.
Today's Yuan Taiji has long lost the domineering look of the past. Although his personality is still cold and arrogant, he has become taciturn and looks much calmer.
His aura was stable and solid, and his cultivation level was the highest among the people present. He had suddenly reached the peak of the foundation building stage, and was only one step away from gathering his energy and returning to his original state.
But even so, Liang Yan still keenly realized that this person seemed to have something wrong in his practice. If he could not solve this problem, even if he practiced hard for another hundred years, he might not be able to break through his own bottleneck.
At this time, a chuckle suddenly came from above the lake, but it was Wan Ziliang from the Emperor's Palace who chuckled, raised his hands to the visitor and said: "We haven't seen you for many years, my Taoist friend Yuan, but you still have the same style. It's really gratifying!"
The corners of Yuan Taiji's eyes twitched. To others, these words might have been words of congratulation, but in his ears, they had a different taste.
You must know that he has stayed in the late stage of foundation building for more than sixty years. Yu Jingxian, Ye Qing and others of his generation have successfully broken through their own bottlenecks and reached the realm of Juyuan. Only Yuan Taiji is still trapped in the realm of building foundation.
It has reached its peak and has not made any progress in many years.
Wan Ziliang's ordinary compliment seemed to be extremely ironic in Yuan Taiji's ears.
It's just that he is aware of his own suffering in this situation, but cannot explain it to outsiders.
Fifty years ago, during the battle at Yufeng Peak in the Yungang Sect, a young swordsman in gray clothes had already shattered his Taoist heart. Fifty years later, this heart knot has always been in his heart, making his cultivator
Because I can't make any progress.
Before that, he was still a genius swordsman in the Qianyuan Holy Palace, second only to Yu Jingxian among his peers, and he had a promising future.
It was on that stage that he arrogantly made a promise of thirty moves. Being accustomed to being arrogant, he thought he could easily defeat his opponent this time.
But who would have thought that in the end, he would be the one to give up his sword and admit defeat, and the opponent seemed to have calculated it well, fighting him with exactly thirty moves!
They are both young talents, and they are also swordsmen, but the other party "repays others in kind", using the arrogant words he said on him, while he became the stepping stone for others to become famous in one battle.
stone.
This knot has almost become a demonic obstacle for Yuan Taiji. Whenever he faces a breakthrough, he will always doubt himself, causing his Taoist heart to collapse and his achievements to fall short.
Yuan Taiji knew that he and that person would eventually have another battle. Only by defeating the sword in that person's hand could he break the knot in his heart and continue on the road to greatness.
Today's Yuan Taiji, although still arrogant, is much calmer and more restrained.
He has not left home these years, and has been practicing hard in seclusion in the sect, just to hone his swordsmanship and look forward to a battle with that man again in the future.
However, Yuan Taiji's master felt that continuing like this was not an option. Coinciding with the fight for the reincarnation of the spiritual bead, he sent him down the mountain for a tour. He also hoped that his apprentice could enlighten him and solve the problem during this tour.
Self-consciousness.
Yuan Taiji glanced at Wan Ziliang and suddenly said with a smile: "Yuan's diseased tree has died, how can he show his grace? Seeing that fellow Taoist Wan is in high spirits, could it be that he has already recruited a good disciple?"
Wan Ziliang laughed sarcastically, kicked Yan Ming away from him, and said with a look of disgust: "This kid is so stubborn and stupid that the old beggar didn't even take a fancy to him!"
Yuan Taiji smiled softly when he saw this, suddenly turned to look at Yan Ming, and asked lightly:
"Do you want to learn to sword?"
"ah?"
Yan Ming was a little confused by his question, and when he met Yuan Taiji's gaze, he felt a little stinging, as if the other party had touched the deepest thoughts in his heart.
"Learning the sword." Yan Ming looked at him and suddenly became confused.
"If you want to learn swordsmanship, I will teach you." Yuan Taiji's eyes gradually became sharper, almost forcing Yan Ming to nod in agreement the next moment.
At this moment, Wan Ziliang's body moved and stood directly in front of Yan Ming. At the same time, he laughed and said: "Fellow Daoist Yuan has a high level of cultivation. When the five schools fight, just rely on your true skills.
Why use these despicable methods?"
When Yuan Taiji saw him coming to stop him, he couldn't help but sneered and said: "You have the nerve to say this, but when it comes to dirty tricks, you guys in the Demon Sect are more skillful in using them, right?"
Wan Ziliang raised his head and laughed, looking at the sky with a leisurely attitude, not paying any attention to his ridicule.
But Yuan Taiji's magical power was broken. He maintained his identity and was unwilling to take any more actions. He turned around and sat down cross-legged on a big stone. He looked at his nose with his eyes, his nose and his heart, and actually started to meditate on the spot.
The huge lake fell into silence again for a while, but this time it didn't last long. After about half a cup of tea, the sound of salsa was heard from the woods.
A middle-aged man in a Confucian robe and a long gown strolled out of it riding a bay-red horse.
This man was about thirty years old, with an elegant temperament and a modest smile. He sat leisurely on horseback, really like a passerby enjoying flowers and visiting the lake, without the slightest aura of a cultivator.
"It's you!"
Yan Ming, who was sitting next to the old beggar, looked surprised and said with some disbelief: "Mr. Zhao, why are you here? Is it even you?"
The man in Confucian robes on horseback sighed softly and said: "Idiot! You are so obsessed with fame that you only study behind closed doors all day long. How have you ever cared about the things around you? Zhao worked as an accountant in your house for three months.
I’ve told you many times overtly and secretly, but you still can’t understand it! If you had been smarter, you would have gone up the mountain to practice with Zhao.”
"Zhao Gaoyi!"
Before Yan Ming could answer, Wan Ziliang sneered and said: "If this kid follows you, he will be like a pearl in the dust. You Yixing Pavilion is doing three meridians and four ways, using chess, calligraphy and painting as magical powers, I'm afraid it's just some
Do you like the useless embroidered pillow?"
This was extremely rude, but after Zhao Gaoyi heard this, he laughed and said: "It seems that fellow Taoist Wan is very confident in his magical powers. When the five schools fight, he will definitely ask fellow Taoist Wan for advice."
"Hey, Wan also has this intention!" Wan Ziliang said without showing any signs of weakness.
The two people looked at each other. Although their faces were calm and calm, they were obviously secretly arguing, as if they were going to fight if they disagreed.
Just when the atmosphere in the venue was getting tense, a green glow suddenly flew from outside the peach forest, attracting everyone's attention.
What he saw in the green glow was a bamboo shuttle spiritual weapon, and on top of the bamboo shuttle, there were two women standing side by side.
The man on the left is wearing a blue palace dress, with a gentle and elegant temperament. His long black hair is tied up behind his head, looking dignified and generous.
As for the person on the right, he is wearing a green dress and a plain skirt. Although he has a delicate face, there is a bit of heroism between his eyebrows. At this moment, he is standing on the bamboo shuttle, showing his valiant posture.
"is her!"
Liang Yan, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the two people who suddenly appeared.
He didn't recognize the woman in palace clothes on the left, but the girl in green clothes and plain skirt on the right was very familiar. This girl was Miao Suwen!
When he was in the capital, he took a fancy to the understanding and aptitude of the daughter of the Miao Mansion. In addition, her relatively rare "Wind Spirit Root" was suitable for the practice of the "Heartless Mind Technique", so he decided to teach on his behalf as a teacher.
Kuchiki passed on the technique he created in his later years.
Later, because he wanted to investigate the imperial mausoleum in the capital, and the danger was unknown at that time, Liang Yan entrusted Miao Suwen to his fellow disciple Yu Ruxin, and asked her to bring the girl to Yungang Sect for him.
Unexpectedly, fifty years have passed in this blink of an eye.
Miao Suwen is now in the middle stage of foundation building, and judging from the aura on her body, she is only one step away from the late stage of foundation building.
Liang Yan looked in the dark and nodded slightly. This daughter of the Miao family did not disappoint him. In fifty years, from the third level of Qi refining to the middle stage of foundation building, even among the five great sects, she was still a top-notch genius.
Presumably, this woman has also had other adventures in the past fifty years.
As for the woman in palace clothes next to her, although Liang Yan didn't recognize her, he could infer from the aura on her body that she should belong to the Chaoxia Peak lineage.
The peak master of Chaoxia Peak was Lan Wangqiu who asked him to get the Dream Epiphyllum. Almost all the people who entered this lineage were women. Yu Ruxin must have considered this before recommending Miao Suwen. Chaoxia Peak.
These two women, one gentle and dignified, the other heroic, came side by side in the air and quickly attracted everyone's attention.
"Everyone has been waiting for a long time. Yungang Sect Shen Yu and Miao Suwen are here to attend the appointment of the five sects!"
