During this period of time, Lin Chongyang also went to Xishan Bietao Pavilion as planned, and transferred the eight-kid dragon head that Master Ming was looking after back to Cuixin Hall.
Compared with the dragon head that was suppressed in the Cuixin Palace, this dragon head is more "complete", with more than 60% of the evil spirit still remaining.
Two dragon heads plus one are not much worse than one complete dragon head. Having said that, they are of no use. Under the suppression of the heavenly order, their only role is to help the De Feng Ancient Road. The future of future generations will shine brightly.
Without the task of suppressing the dragon head, at Lin Chongyang's suggestion, Ming Fuzi discussed with Zhan Huo and Ji Wushang, and then took the two of them back to the Defeng Ancient Road.
At this point, the names of Zhan Huo and Ji Wushang have also appeared on the list of Confucian scholars in De Feng Ancient Dao. Their identities are the direct disciples of Sword Confucian Wu Ya. No matter who is older or younger, after all, it is the younger who got started with Zhan Huo. Some.
Although Zhen Wushang had a close relationship with Lin Chongyang, and had even been taken by his side and personally taught him for a short period of time, in the end they were destined to have no connection.
In the past, after Lin Chongyang entrusted Ji Wushang to Mingfuzi, he made plans for what might happen next. Today, Ji Wushang just talks less. When it comes to cultural heritage and accumulation, it is also the best part of the Defeng Ancient Road. .
What's a pity is that not only did the two of them not become masters and apprentices, but they became brothers.
Of course, it was just a pity for Wushang, as Lin Chongyang never cared much about these things.
As for the gains, after returning to the Defeng Ancient Road with his master, the relationship between him and Xi Duanhong became something that he had to face.
Master Ming has been keeping this matter in mind over the years. With his position in De Feng Ancient Road, it is not difficult to find out Zhan Huo's past before he was adopted, whether he investigates it himself or asks Mr. Fei to investigate it.
"Rebirth of the Great Era of Fighting Waves"
This child not only talks little, but is also clumsy. He is far from as smart as Chu Wushang. Although he is a senior, he is always the one that makes people worry.
In any case, this is their family matter. It is not easy for outsiders to interfere, and they cannot interfere. They can only see how they solve it.
Lin Chongyang later learned from Sui Wukuan that Sui Yuan had taken a name and named him Jian Chichi.
Just as he had guessed back then, Sui Yuan would not mind this matter based on his personal character that could be recognized by both Jun and Fengtian.
If not, Sui Yuan would not have chosen to marry Xi Duanhong in the first place, or even give birth to Sui Wugui.
It was a good ending after all, but after that, Lin Chongyang investigated Zhan Nian and helped them clean up.
As a result, no such person was found, and even the Qinglaoshan realm was reduced to ruins, so the matter could only be revealed for the time being.
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The third level of the Five Paths of Haozheng is named after the burials of countless heroes of the Confucian sect with their accompanying swords. Anyone who sacrificed his life to protect the common people will have their bodies and remains eligible to be sent to the Holy Burial Bone Forest, and their accompanying swords will be sent to the Holy Burial Bone Forest. Buried in sword grave.
Among these people, some died happily, some sacrificed their lives for righteousness, some had unfulfilled ambitions, some had unresolved regrets, and some had grievances that were difficult to redress.
Different from the first, second, and fourth paths, only those who have passed the test of the Holy Burial Bone Forest can sit in the Sword Burial Tomb.
This is not only an opportunity, but also a heavy responsibility.
The sun was setting in the west, and the setting sun was like blood. The afterglow fell on the earth, reflecting two opposing figures, just like in the past.
"Speaking of which, since you grew up, you haven't fought against Lao Dian as often as when you were a child."
Master Ming held a cane in one hand and stroked his beard with the other, speaking with emotion.
"In the battle of Shiliu Island in the past, I fell into a deep sleep due to injuries. Later, I broke into Taiyi and woke up. After I came back, I fought against my uncle once.
Looking further back, there is only the time when he proposed the restructuring of the Confucian sect and entered into the Five Ways of Haozheng alone. "
Lin Chongyang, who was standing on the other side, also expressed emotion. The last time the two of them talked at the Sword Burial Tomb was an unknown number of years ago:
“Looking back now, the last time we fought was fifteen hundred years ago.
They fought twice, resulting in a win and a loss, but they have not fought again since then. "
Even after so long, Lin Chongyang's memory of the past is still clear. Everything seems to have happened yesterday. At that time, he could still be said to be young and elegant, with bright clothes and angry horses.
"We haven't fought each other for many years, so let me let you know how you progress."
At the same time as he spoke, Mingfuzi paused with the ancient staff of Taishu in his hand, and instantly his sword intent shot straight into the sky, locking Lin Chongyang firmly.
"Ha~"
Smiling softly, just like before, Lin Chongyang's sword intent spread all over his body at the same time: "Uncle Master, please enlighten me."
He Jian's sword intent condensed into a golden-winged roc, competing with Mingfuzi's overwhelming sword intent.
At the same time, the energy of holy light culture surged straight into the sky, and countless words of holy energy were automatically generated, and the words and sentences of the ancient saints' classics suddenly appeared before their eyes.
The words of holy energy and ancient holy books gathered into a blue sword in mid-air.
Lin Chongyang took possession of the sword, just like in the past, the goshawk hunted snakes, the golden roc hunted the dragon, the golden-winged roc spread its wings, arousing the sharp wind, turning into infinite sword energy, one move turned into hundreds of moves, every move The sword energy is all a different sword move, sweeping out at a speed faster than the eye.
The golden roc spreads its wings across thousands of miles, soaring up to the nine heavens.
"Good boy!"
The fierce sword intent came out of the body, and at the same time as Master Ming spoke, the ancient sword was raised high, and a scene of a hundred swords flying across the sky appeared:
"Baichuan Sword Wave!"
The poor sky opens up the underworld, and the sword accepts hundreds of rivers, some are righteous or evil, some are yin or fierce, some are hard or soft.
Hundreds of sword intentions are integrated into one, not only the sword moves, but also the ancient beliefs of countless heroes.
Extreme moves are facing each other, sword shadows and sword lights flash, sword energy and sword intent are destroyed, the cangshu will swear an oath, one blow will determine the winner!
Zheng——!
With a sword roar, Ming Fuzi was knocked back several steps. Neither of them took action again, but the victory was already decided.
If we really want to continue the fight, let alone the Sword Burial Tomb, we may directly overturn the entire Haozheng Five Paths.
"Happy, happy."
No matter how out of breath, Master Ming didn't care much and shouted happily.
Although the two of them seemed to have only made one move, in fact they both made hundreds of moves. In an instant, they used hundreds of moves to fight against the enemy, especially since the other party was an unparalleled master, both physically and mentally. A great test.
"Over the years, my uncle's swordsmanship has been extraordinary."
The same move, Baichuan Jianlang, was much stronger than before, which benefited Lin Chongyang a lot. As one of the lineage of Confucian saints and Mingde, the Qiongxiao Mingde Sword has its own uniqueness.
"If you don't use the sword, I might still be able to defeat you with just one and a half strokes, but I'm getting old after all."
Mingfuzi made a joke. After all, he had grown up watching it. In a sword-fighting situation, Lin Chongyang would draw his sword regardless of whether his opponent's swordsmanship was strong or not.
He has always regarded having a sword but not using it as a bad habit.
"Uncle Master, don't say that. When Wuxia and I have a child in the future, I will ask you to teach him the way of swordsmanship."
