Chapter five hundred and sixty-four the theory of flying swords
Maoshan School, side hall, hall.
Yu Songzi smiled and chatted with Shi Zhong, and a thousand words turned into one sentence, that is, you are really a young man with five talents in modern society, a role model for young people, and a pillar of the country.
Shi Zhong didn't know what kind of medicine Yusongzi was selling in the gourd, and what the purpose of inviting him to Maoshan was. But he couldn't ask, so he just kept being humble and chatting with Yusongzi.
"I didn't know that I have a distinguished guest visiting the mountain, so I took the liberty to come here. Please forgive me for my sin!"
Suddenly a slightly gloomy voice sounded outside the door.
Xu Lingzi's face changed drastically and became gloomy.
Yu Songzi's face changed slightly when he heard the voice. He opened his mouth, stood up and said with a warm smile: "Fellow Taoist Wen is out of town. Pindao is planning to send someone to invite fellow Taoist to come and talk!"
"Then I'm not being presumptuous!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a one-armed old Taoist wearing Taoist robes appeared at the door. Seeing the stone bell next to Yu Songzi, his face suddenly changed and became extremely ferocious. He sternly said: "Is it you? Little thief, you have to accept your fate!"
After saying that, his body just flew into the air, and a strong energy vibrated in his palm, and he slapped the stone bell.
Shi Zhong was sitting still, but at his feet, Bai Xuanfeng suddenly stood up and wanted to rush out, but was suppressed by Shi Zhong's legs.
"Bang!"
A green shadow came out, touched the palm of the one-armed old man, turned around, took three steps back, chest heaving, it was Xu Lingzi who took action, frowned, obviously surprised by the strong aura of the one-armed old man.
The one-armed old man fell to the ground with a flushed face, but his stern eyes never left Shi Zhong's body. His sinister eyes seemed to want to turn into millions of blades and scratch Shi Zhong alive.
Yu Songzi lowered his face and said, "Does Master Wen think this is the Ziyang Palace? Or does he think that there is no one in Maoshan?" He did not exude a shockingly powerful aura, but there was a majesty in his tone that should not be underestimated.
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The one-armed old Taoist retracted his eyes, took a long breath, reorganized his face, and bowed his head to Yusongzi: "Please forgive me for any offense. Wen Yu apologizes here! But I will kill this person today!" His face was full of evil spirits.
, it doesn’t look like an apology.
This man is none other than Ziyang Gong Wenyu, whose arm was crippled by Shi Zhong. The cuff of his left arm was empty and swaying in the wind. His face was not as rosy as before. There were a few more ridges, making him look older. Apparently he had suffered a huge loss of energy and blood.
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"Master Wen, I haven't seen you for a long time, but I didn't expect that the two of us are so destined!" Shi Zhong put down the tea cup in his hand, then looked at the one-armed old Taoist in the center of the hall, and said slowly.
"Little thief, Ziyang Palace and you are sworn in. Today is your day of death!" Wen Yu shouted, his face full of ferocity and hatred, and the hatred of his broken arm.
"Haha, I'm waiting for Ziyang Palace's revenge!" Shi Zhong said calmly.
Yu Songzi had a headache when he saw the two of them quarreling with each other. Ziyang Palace came to pay homage to the mountain yesterday, and he arranged for them to live in the backyard. He didn't expect that Wen Yu would come to him suddenly. Although she was also annoyed by his rudeness and arrogance yesterday,
But he didn't want the two to fight in Maoshan. No matter whether either side was injured, he was not willing to see it.
"Haha, let's put aside the grievances between the two Taoist friends for the time being, and sit down and talk in a peaceful mood. How about I be the host of the two Taoists today and be the middle man between them?" Yu Songzi said with a smile.
"Master, if you want to intervene in the grievances of my Ziyang Palace, don't you think that your hand is stretched too far? Today is no longer the era when Master Maoshan was in charge of southern Taoism!" Wen Yu said fiercely, with a face filled with anger.
The hatred of a broken arm cannot be brought away with a few words.
Yu Songzi's face froze, and the smile that had just appeared gradually cooled down, and he said lightly: "Although your Ziyang Palace is big, it is not so powerful that Maoshan cannot even protect its own guests!"
Xu Lingzi took a step forward, his aura rose up, and he was approaching Wen Yu. His clothes were fluttering, and he found an extra Taoist talisman in his hand. Although he had successfully built the foundation, Wen Yu had practiced after all.
He has been a warrior for decades, and his aura is stronger than his own.
Wen Yu was stunned, his eyes were red, and he shouted angrily: "Master, are you planning to become an enemy of my Ziyang Palace? The person in front of me planned to cut off my arm and kill two elders in charge of my Ziyang Palace and many inner disciples.
It has also ruined the foundation of my Ziyang Palace in the secular world. If the real person really intends to protect this person, I, Ziyang Palace, will not be afraid. When the time comes, I will go to Maoshan and I will have to come to the world to judge!"
Yu Songzi looked a little stiff and looked at Shi Zhong. If what Wen Yu said was true, he would still stop him. Then he would not know how the Maoshan sect would be arranged outside.
Shi Zhong said with a smile: "Thank you so much for the real person's love and care, my dear. Today he is here to seek revenge, so I will help him, so as not to make it difficult for the real person to be a good person in the middle. As for what he said, I want to deal with it as a real person."
You can guess a little bit about Ziyang Palace's acting style, so I don't want to explain too much."
Yu Songzi nodded, Ziyang Palace has always been domineering, and in recent years it has been pressing harder and harder on Maoshan, with the intention of replacing Maoshan. This matter has been dormant because of concerns about Maoshan's reputation for thousands of years.
"No matter what, you have to die!" Wen Yu shouted sternly. The aura on his body increased sharply, and the strong blood was like a torrential wave, overwhelmingly sweeping towards the stone bell. Although it was just the pressure of the aura, it will
A chair in the middle cracked.
Shi Zhong smiled slightly, opened his hand and waved, and a fierce and hot Tao Qi burst out from his sleeves. Not only did Wen Yu's momentum knock him back, but it also swept towards Wen Yu, causing him to take five or six steps back, "Pfft
"With a sound, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"A defeated person dares to be so arrogant, he really doesn't know how to live or die!" Shi Zhong snorted coldly, completely different from his warm expression just now, "Since you are looking for death, then I don't mind giving you a ride!"
Wen Yu's energy and blood gave Shi Zhong the feeling that it was not at the same level as before, at least it had dropped to one level. Even when he was at his peak, Shi Zhong was not afraid, let alone now that his strength was greatly reduced. He took one step forward.
, there is already a wind blade in the palm of the hand, which is spinning and making a "crackling" air explosion sound.
"Wait a minute!"
When Shi Zhong was about to kill Wen Yu with one move, Yu Songzi suddenly spoke and said to Shi Zhong: "Fellow Taoist Yiyangzi, since we have won, please be lenient and spare me!"
Shi Zhong frowned, and Xu Lingzi quickly stepped forward and explained: "Fellow Taoist Yiyangzi, our sect has a commandment that no killings are allowed. Otherwise, it will be the fault of the leader. Please raise your hand, fellow Taoist!"
Shi Zhong looked at Wen Yu, who was pale, and thought for a moment that he didn't have to be on the mountain to kill him. He could do it later, and then said: "Well, for the sake of the real person, I will spare your life for the time being!" He deliberately said
I added the word "real person" to remind Yusongzi that I am selling you a favor.
Yu Songzi smiled bitterly in his heart, it was obviously the grudge between the two of you, but in the end he was the one who owed the favor, but he said: "Thank you, thank you!" After saying that, he asked the Taoist priest outside the door to help Wen Yu out, but Wen Yu refused.
Appreciating the favor, he snorted coldly, tossed his sleeves and walked out, leaving behind a sentence, "Someone will settle the score with you later!"
Looking at Wen Yu's disappearing figure, Shi Zhong cast a doubtful look at Yu Songzi, who smiled bitterly: "Yesterday, Ziyang Palace Wen Yu and Chu Yi, Ziyang Zhenren's direct disciple, came to pay homage to the mountain. He probably went to Chu Yi to settle accounts.
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"As far as I know, this Wen Yu is the master's uncle of the headmaster of Ziyang Palace. What skills does a mere disciple of the headmaster have that Wen Yu can rely on?" Shi Zhong asked doubtfully.
Yu Songzi looked at Shi Zhong in surprise: "You don't know?"
"What do you know?" Shi Zhong touched his nose. Is there something he doesn't know about?
Yu Songzi said: "No wonder you dare to offend Ziyang Palace. It turns out you don't know Ziyang Palace's real murder weapon!"
At this time, in the backyard of the Maoshan sect, in a training room, a Taoist priest in his thirties was sitting on a futon made of vanilla. He had beautiful features, a bun with a jade hairpin on the top of his head, and a pair of bright eyes.
The black jade is full of ethereal energy. He is wearing a gray robe. His body looks a little thin, and there is a faint aura of dust.
On the Taoist priest's knees was a rectangular purple-red wooden box about three feet long, exuding a faint scent of sandalwood. His hands were flat on both ends of the wooden box.
None of this is worth noting. What is striking is that his breathing is extremely slow. It actually takes a minute to breathe in and out. And with his long breathing, the purple wooden box on his knees continues to exude a faint scent.
The white light echoes the Taoist priest's breathing, opening and relaxing, disappearing and disappearing.
Suddenly, the Taoist priest opened his eyes, and then exhaled a long breath. The condensed white air extended three feet, and the white light of the purple wooden box also gradually dissipated.
"Uncle Master, please come in!"
The Taoist priest spoke with a calm expression on his face, not showing the respect shown by a disciple when meeting his ancestor.
"Squeak!"
The wooden door opened and Wen Yu walked in. The Taoist priest's face was slightly startled: "Why was Uncle Master injured? Could it be that he had a conflict with Taoist Master Maoshan?"
Wen Yu didn't have the attitude of his uncle at all, but felt a little uncomfortable, saying: "Zi Yang, do you still remember the person I mentioned to you who killed many elders and disciples of my Ziyang Palace?"
Each generation of direct disciples of the headmaster of Ziyang Palace has the Taoist name Ziyang. If he becomes Zhang Jiao in charge of the Taoist palace, then he will be changed to Ziyang Zhenren, which is also a major feature of Ziyang Palace.
"Could it be that my uncle was injured by this person? This is Maoshan, is it possible that that person is a disciple of Maoshan?"
The Taoist priest's face finally lost its calmness and became slightly moved.
"Exactly, but although that person is not a disciple of Maoshan, he is on good terms with Maoshan. They attacked me just now and injured me. If I hadn't escaped quickly, I would have died by their hands!" Wen Yu's face was filled with emotion.
He was fierce and full of evil aura, and his eyes were red with emotion.
Side hall, hall.
"Flying sword?" Shi Zhong wondered if he had heard it wrong, and said amusedly, "Didn't the real person tell a legend? He could refine a pill into a sword, open his mouth and spit out white light, and in an instant he could take a person's head thousands of miles away!"
Yusongzi said: "I don't mean to talk nonsense. Although the way of flying swords is far less mysterious than the legend, when it comes to killing weapons, it is the best in the world. However, the way of flying swords is far from being as easy to practice as ordinary martial arts."
So, it was mostly legends at this time, and no one has ever been rumored to have made it. In fact, it is indeed a bit unbelievable, but Pindao has seen it with his own eyes." At this point, Yu Songzi's face added a bit of solemnity,
Shi Zhong and Xu Lingzi were deeply attracted. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe to (this site), reward, and your support is my biggest motivation.)
