A sword broke through the sky and landed on the street in front of the mansion.
Like the rainbow light of sword energy dragged out by a comet, the trajectory that broke through the earth boundary and entered this place has not dissipated for a long time, like a dazzling ray of sunlight shining through the window into a lifeless house.
The white donkey is like meeting an old friend in a foreign land, spreading its hooves and running in circles.
The wedding ghost was obviously a little stunned. As the owner of this landscape, she could feel the power of the sword more clearly than anyone else. The mountain roots shook and the water vapor boiled. If she hadn't shrouded the mansion behind her with energy, there would probably be nearly a thousand people in the mansion.
To make a lantern, half of it must be extinguished in one breath.
The female ghost was frightened and angry. She was not looking at the place where the flying sword landed, but staring at the gap in the gloomy sky that could not be repaired. At the same time, beads of blood seeped out from the surface of the bright red wedding dress.
Like water droplets rolling away on a lotus leaf, there are more and more in the end, and they form one after another.
The female ghost waved her sleeves, raised her head and roared: "Those who trespass here will die! The brave swordsman, I will pluck your head and plant it in the garden, and let you live for ten years and hundreds of years!"
There was loud laughter coming from a very far distance, and finally the sound condensed on the flying sword on the ground. Not only was the voice warm and mellow, it also had a unique charm. Just like the children of the aristocratic family said, the wind, flowers, snow and moon made people feel like they were bathed in the spring breeze, but the words
In the midst of it, he did not conceal his soaring heroic spirit, "Girl, wait a moment, the physical body is not completely stable yet, and it cannot match the speed of the flying sword, but I don't know what the scenery of the girl's garden is like..."
"The place is not big and the scenery is not that great. It is enough to plant a head!"
The originally pale face of the ghost in wedding dress turned into an increasingly gloomy blue-purple color, with a ferocious smile. From the sleeves of her wedding dress, two scarlet streams surged towards the gap in the sky and rolled away.
Someone shouted loudly: "The sword is so dirty that it retreats!"
The heavy sky shook violently.
The two streams of blood flowed backwards and gathered at the gap. In an instant, they exploded in all directions on the dome of the small world. It was like a bloody rain of blood. The female ghost trembled and shook her sleeves gently.
Countless raindrops returned to the sleeves.
A young man in a white robe descended from the sky. His whole body was filled with a layer of white mist, like the mist of a large lake or the strong wind on a mountain top. The man tied his hair without a hairpin and a crown. He put his hands together to form a sword. He had a thick green stripe all over his body.
The majestic sword energy of the strong arm is as bright as a white dragon, swimming swiftly and fiercely around the surroundings. Once the foul smell and scarlet blood encounter this sword energy, they will instantly dissipate.
Looking at the handsome man who was not yet 30 years old, he floated between Chen Ping'an and his party and the ghost girl in wedding clothes. The sword flew from the ground and flew to the man's side. The tip of the sword pointed directly at the plaque on the door of the house, "Beautiful water and high wind."
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The man put away his two fingers, and the abundant sword energy that was as solid as substance paused for a moment. The man turned his head and saw the little girl in a red cotton-padded jacket carrying a small bookcase. The man suddenly remembered that there was an old man who had been dependent on each other for many years.
The object no longer belonged to him, and then he smiled casually and waved his hand. Li Baoping's green bamboo bookcase bumped slightly, and the small silver gourd hidden inside swayed slightly. One handle was no more than two inches long and it was all white.
The sword swept out of the sword-raising gourd, and the sword energy reluctantly penetrated into the flying sword, and the flying sword hurriedly flew towards the man's eyebrows and disappeared in a flash.
The Sword Immortal man rubbed his eyebrows and joked: "From now on, we will live together all over the world. You are not a young lady waiting to be married. You must stay in the embroidery building and not go downstairs."
The white donkey trampled its brisk hooves and ran to the man's side, rubbing its head affectionately on the man's shoulder.
The man smiled and stretched out his hand, stroking the white donkey's head, "Old man, I haven't seen you for a long time. I really miss you."
The gap in the sky was slowly closed as the man forced his way in. However, this consumed a lot of spiritual energy from the landscape. In a short period of time, all the wealth accumulated over at least fifty years was wiped out and turned into useless turbidity.
gas.
The wedding ghost regained her composure and said with a sneer: "The sword, the outward sword energy, and the natal flying sword are all more powerful than the same. What a land swordsman with outstanding grace. You must not be a Da Li Ren clan, right?"
The man who was born as a swordsman smiled and said: "It's just duckweed without roots, and its name is not worth mentioning."
After the man finished saying this, he didn't turn around, but turned around openly, leaving his back to the wedding ghost, the land swordsman who had just come out of seclusion, and said warmly: "I
I'm half of A Liang's friend, well, just half, and half of him is considered his disciple. Unfortunately, A Liang doesn't want to recognize me. He says that my temperament is too pedantic and my actions are too soft, so I can never draw a sword fast enough. If you accept me as your disciple,
, he can’t afford to lose face like this. I came all the way here because I sensed something strange about the old man and Yangjian Huli. I would like to ask, where are the Aliang people, who are you?"
Chen Pingan explained: "We are also friends of A Liang. A Liang gave the gourd to Li Baoping, and Li Huai took care of the donkey. As for A Liang's whereabouts, I believe you will hear about it later."
Compared with the ghost in the wedding dress, Li Huai, the land swordsman who claims to be A Liang's friend, has always had weird thoughts in his mind. He is no stranger to this person at all. In the eyes of the child, he is not A Liang's friend.
Li Huai's friend? As for whether you are a god or not, is it more important than being a friend?
It was just the incident on the Xiuhua River ferry that made Li Huai afraid of well ropes after being bitten by a snake for ten years. He did not dare to speak casually, but kept winking at the white donkey.
The young swordsman listened carefully to the words of the straw-shoe boy, then nodded and said: "I generally understand."
Almost everyone noticed the slight trembling on the ground, like a fish turning over, a precursor to the collapse of a mountain range. The bride's ghost's face changed drastically, and just as she was about to leave, she found herself nailed to death by a natal flying sword.
, the snow-white flying sword was hovering three feet above her head at some unknown moment.
The wedding girl ghost was full of anger and shouted angrily: "Han Langzhong, the Embroidery River God, you two just ignore it?! If the Yin God really interrupted the roots of this place and went all the way north, not only the Embroidery River, but also the three rivers...
Dajiang, as well as the Qidun Mountain, Tiefu River, and Longxu River in the north, which one can survive and not be affected?!"
There was an old man holding a big red lantern, standing in the air outside the sky, and sneered: "Where did Mrs. Chu's previous momentum go?"
The female ghost's face darkened.
Next to the old man, stood a military commander and god man wearing armor and with a green snake wrapped around his arm. He came out to smooth things over so that the doctor of the Ministry of Rites and Madam Chu would not get into trouble and ruin Da Li's luck. He said in a deep voice: "Mrs. Chu,
Dr. Han and I can dissuade the Yin God from interrupting Shan Gen, but we also hope that Madam Chu, you will not do anything extreme in the future."
The ghost girl in the wedding dress smiled sweetly and said: "If I want to compete with this master swordsman to learn Taoism and swordsmanship, would it be considered excessive?"
Mr. Han was so angry that he laughed, "What a bodhisattva-hearted lady! I, Mr. Han, have learned a lesson today, good, good! I, the Dali Department of Rites, will definitely repay you in the future!"
The female ghost sneered and said, "Why do you, a young man, talk nonsense and scare children? Only when you become the Minister of Rites of Dali will you be qualified to point fingers at me."
The green snake on the arm of the River God quickly spit out a message, and white mist burst out. He was obviously more familiar with Dali officialdom and its future trends than the isolated wedding ghost, and said with an unhappy expression: "Mrs. Chu!"
The ghost in wedding dress covered her mouth with one hand and smiled coquettishly. She held up her dress with the other hand and said a blessing from the side, "I just want to make amends to Mr. Han."
The old man carrying the lantern was so angry that his lips were livid, but he still said nothing. Everything was focused on the overall stability of the situation in the Dali Mountains and Rivers.
If not, how could the Dali Ministry of Rites choose to turn a blind eye for decades with the brutal behavior of Mrs. Chu who wantonly killed passing scholars?
But having said that, the old man never felt that the Dali court had done anything wrong.
The hegemony of mountains and rivers lasts for eternity.
What does it matter if a few people die? What does it matter if they are innocent and unfortunate?
If he were not a Dali official, a doctor from the Ministry of Rites who was responsible for contacting and recruiting Qi practitioners, according to his temperament and as a disciple of Confucianism, he would definitely take action resolutely, even if both sides were harmed. But the old man got to where he is today step by step.
From a high position, I have seen battles on the battlefield where tens of thousands of people were killed and injured at every turn, I have seen the names of the high-end mansions in the capital city of Dali changed, I have seen assassinations in which dead men from other countries fly into the flames, and I have seen two people on the mountain.
A fight between two immortals caused tragedy to hundreds of people down the mountain.
In his position, he seeks his own government.
He, Han, is no longer the poor scholar who studied the books of saints and sages and only knew the principles in the books.
He even personally killed the warrior warriors who acted righteously when they saw injustice and just sought revenge from the gods on the mountain for the innocent people.
Before the man died from serious injuries, he cursed loudly, saying that such a big Li was really ridiculous, and called him a lackey of the gods on the mountain.
He calmly told the man that maybe thirty or fifty years later, there would definitely come a day when no one in Dali would die in vain like you. The chivalrous warrior vomited blood before he died.
On his face.
Is there anything in the world that is so simple?
Holding a lantern, the old man with complex thoughts looked to the north. For some reason, his master was not in a hurry to show up and take action.
The young swordsman ignored Mrs. Chu and Dr. Li. As for the water god Yin Shen, he was too lazy to care. He just turned around again, faced the wedding ghost who was frightened by his flying sword, and asked with a smile: "Do you want to follow me?"
Shall I compete with each other in swordsmanship?"
The wedding ghost smiled and said: "If you ask me to stop, I will be willing. After all, I have only seen a land swordsman as young as the master in my life."
The young swordsman waved his hand, and the white donkey hurried back to Li Huai. The man reached out to the sword hanging by his side, nodded and said: "Okay."
The wedding lady narrowed her eyes, "Oh? Master, are you serious?"
The young swordsman held the hilt of the sword and said softly: "The name of the sword is Gao Zhu."
Simply chop it down with a single sword.
But it made the heaven and earth change color, making this dark little world suddenly shine brightly.
The sword energy instantly struck the female ghost headlong.
The panic-stricken wedding ghost could only raise her hands to cover her face, and her wide sleeves covered her whole body.
The female ghost was cut into two pieces on the spot.
Mrs. Chu's wails echoed through the streets and the magnificent mansion behind her.
The servants and maids stood there in a daze, and began to bleed from their orifices. Some of them collapsed directly to the ground, turning into a pool of pus.
In the mansion, there were ladies who were learning female beauty, stabbing their arms with needles one after another without realizing it. There were guards who were practicing martial arts standing there, punching each other and smashing each other's heads.
Even though most of his head was broken into pieces, his movements never stopped.
The female ghost hurriedly rushed towards the gate of the mansion, and her body was cut in half, with countless red threads intertwined in between. The scene was like a lotus root being cut off, and it was quickly coming together in the air.
The young swordsman said calmly: "Come again."
A sword wiped across.
That sword light stretched out in the air, like sparkling water.
The ghost of a woman in wedding clothes is like a "beauty emerging from the bath", blocked by this water.
The wedding dress fell limply to the top of the steps.
The female ghost turned into billowing smoke and flew into the golden plaque, and blood kept falling to the ground. A painful and ferocious woman's face protruded from the surface of the plaque from time to time, and a cry for mercy came out: "Sword Immortal, have mercy!"
The young swordsman struck twice, with just two swords, and he split the soul of the arrogant wedding girl ghost into four parts. He had to return to the plaque that entrusted the "mountain roots and water sources" of this small world in order to survive. There are many things in the world.
As the saying goes, "Send someone under the eaves", in fact, it has revealed part of the mystery. Under the eaves of ordinary people, whether it is a beam or a plaque, there is often a lot of mystery.
Lin Shouyi's mind was swaying. No wonder A Liang said that among the qigong practitioners in the world, using the sword to cultivate one's mind is the most unrestrained, the most lethal, and the most unreasonable. It's a pity that Lin Shouyi's cultivation qualifications are very good, but he is not suitable for sword cultivation. Lin Shouyi
Shouyi was a little regretful, but he soon strengthened his Taoism. Wouldn't it be better if he could defeat the land swordsman with his swordsmanship and divine skills in the future? But Lin Shouyi knew very well that the person in front of him,
Most of them are the legendary Qi Practitioners of the upper five realms. If pure martial arts other than Qi Practitioners are always one level lower than Qi Practitioners, then sword cultivators among Qi Practitioners are always higher than other Qi Practitioners.
First class.
The reason is very simple, no one wants to fight with a master swordsman.
According to legend, someone once calculated that among the Qi practitioners who interrupted the enemy's Changsheng Bridge, sword practitioners undoubtedly had the most, accounting for one-third. They were even better than the military monks who were decisive in killing and unconcerned with cause and effect. They had to know the path to practice.
There are thousands of them, each path has its own destiny, hundreds of schools of thought, side schools of the righteous path, etc. Sword cultivation is just one of them.
Chen Ping'an's thoughts were not as complicated as Lin Shouyi's. He was just thinking about one thing. It turns out that swords can be used in this way.
The young swordsman put one hand behind his back and held the long sword in his hand. He said with a smile: "It's only three things. Madam Chu, why don't you take another blow from me?"
A figure appeared quietly under the plaque. It was a man of the same age, but his appearance was not astonishing. He had a horizontal sword behind his waist. He said slowly: "Fengxue Temple Wei and Jin Dynasties, that's all."
The white-clothed swordsman smiled and said: "The Wei and Jin Dynasties are the right ones for the Immortal Platform."
Without saying anything more, this land swordsman who claimed to have yet to stabilize his realm swung his sword again.
The young swordsman opposite had no expression on his face, stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of his sword, slowly pulled it out an inch, and then stopped unsheathing the sword.
But between the two sword cultivators, a small and cute mountain range appeared. It was winding and hung horizontally in the sky.
The young swordsman Wei Jin cut off the mountain range with one sword, but there was not much energy left in the sword, so he did not continue to use the sword reluctantly.
Thousands of miles away, there is a mountain range that stretches for hundreds of miles, and a huge canyon breaks out from the highest point, like an immortal sword slashing out.