A family was on the ferry, and the boatman was a handsome man dressed in fluttering white clothes. Sitting at his feet was a woman with a pair of almond-shaped eyes that seemed soft and timid to everyone. She was a little nervous inside, and her green fingers kept kneading the corners of her clothes on both sides, not daring to raise her head, because when she raised her head, she would see the adult that her man said.
A light boat with a long pole can move mountains weighing ten thousand.
The breeze was blowing gently, and Wu Peixian stood on the bow of the boat, looking into the distance with his hands behind his back. The censor of Jiangnan Province with gold seal and purple ribbon had boarded a passenger ship at night after returning home that day. He should have returned to his post long ago, but he was currently on the outskirts of Shuanghua City.
Everything before was just a cover-up, and even deceived the court. Today we are crossing south by boat, and we are really going back to Jiangnan Road.
An unsheathed sword hung from his waist, and it exuded a faint scent of blood. He looked away and glanced at the man in white and the timid woman who was punting the boat. He didn't feel much fluctuation in his heart.
But if everyone in the world knew the identities of these two people, even His Majesty the Emperor would be extremely shocked.
This boatman in fluttering white clothes is famous in the world and ranks twelfth in the world's martial arts review.
This timid and timid woman's identity is even more appalling. Twenty years ago, a small country named Nanzhao continued to harass and attack the borders of the Dajing Dynasty. The war resulted in more than 100,000 civilian refugees. Emperor Gui Qi listened to the advice of Prime Minister Zhuang Tianji, "Kill people to calm them down, and you can kill them." "To attack the country and love its people, it is okay to attack it; to stop the war with war, even if it is war, it is okay.", sent troops southward in large numbers, and after two years of war, Nanzhao destroyed the country and the people All moved to the Dajing Dynasty.
The woman's identity is none other than Princess Nanzhao, a princess who has subjugated her country.
Now the whole world thinks that the Nanzhao princess has died a long time ago. After all, they even saw the corpse back then. The Nanzhao emperor killed his children and queen before committing suicide, and even all the officials of the dynasty were not spared. In this way No one can surrender. It is said that he roared angrily before his death: "I am a man of Nanzhao in life, and I am a ghost of Nanzhao in death."
The Nanzhao princess was indeed supposed to die for her country, but in that chaos, someone used shocking means to change the situation, and then even concealed it from the eyes of His Majesty the Emperor and the attention of the entire world. Wu Peixian did all this alone.
"She's not dead."
Wu Peixian spoke hoarsely, and said three words that were earth-shattering.
"A sword penetrated the chest, not to mention she is just a woman, there is no possibility of survival." Bai Yi said.
Wu Peixian looked far away, "He carried her on his back to climb the mountain last night."
The man in white said with a smile: "I'm afraid that woman will die on the way to the mountain."
Wu Peixian's tone was indifferent, "People cannot be resurrected after death, which is true for Taoism. Even the golden elixir that can revive the soul and save lives can only save the living but not the dead. So even if he goes to the Taoist cave, he can't save her. However, there are obscure records in Buddhist classics, saying that the Buddha gave birth to a golden lotus with 108 petals, which was kept in the Tianchi, the highest place in the world. When picked and used, it can bring people back to life."
The man in white gently moved the long pole and shook his head, "It is rumored that Taoism has nine flying immortals, and those who watch can ascend. These are just legends in classics and should not be believed."
Wu Peixian's face was calm, "Last night, the golden light filled the sky at Fanke Mountain. One hundred and eight Buddhas were facing the top, thousands of bells were ringing, and the sound of Sanskrit could be heard endlessly. I saw this with my own eyes."
The man in white was stunned, stopped paddling, and muttered to himself: "Is this true?"
Soon he came to his senses, shook his head and said: "The real good chess never lies in winning with one move of the gods. Her death, Wang Si's, is the icing on the cake, and even if she doesn't die, she can't change the next trend. In short, the final result of the prince, It can only be certain death.”
Wu Peixian was noncommittal, sitting on the bow of the boat, with his long sword across his knees, meditating quietly.
The famous sword "Fuji" in ancient times was sacrificed by a great wizard in sacrifice, but the wounds of those injured could not be healed.
Five hundred years ago in the Sui Dynasty, the man who had cultivated an impeccable body was the best in the world. He spent twenty years searching for a way to cure his injuries and visited countless famous doctors and immortals. In the end, he died from the sword due to serious injuries that could not be healed.
He could make Xie She, the "man who revived the art of spear", block the road, he could make the alcoholic who ranked fiftieth in the martial arts review grab the wine, he could make the boxing master who ranked twelfth in the martial arts review support the boat, this Jiangnan Taoist with a gold medal and purple ribbon could Shi, I am afraid no one knows what his strength is.
Wu Peixian spoke slowly: "Is the tea merchant Bai family ready?"
The man in white said: "Everything is ready, just in case. The great monk of the Yin Yang family has refined a ghost. Its strength is almost equivalent to that of a thirty or forty martial arts master. It is more than enough to kill him in the early stage of the fourth level. In this siege, he will definitely die."
Wu Peixian hummed and stopped talking.
Princess Nanzhao, who had been quietly listening to the conversation between the two, moved her body and pressed closely against the man in white. After feeling the warmth on his body, she raised her head happily and smiled sweetly at him.
His eyes were gentle and he rubbed her little head.
What does practicing boxing for thousands of miles mean?
I'm just protecting you for the rest of your life.
Silly girl, stop wandering around and get married with me.
Wu Peixian suddenly opened his eyes.
Someone blocked the river.
Before he could issue an order, a man dressed in white rushed out of the boat and hit the water high, setting off layers of violent waves, as if even the giant ship would be smashed into pieces by the impact, but it would not affect the boat behind him because he knew she would be scared.
He didn't even ask why the man was blocking the river, and just punched him.
There are only four words to describe that punch, "Heaven and Earth are eclipsed."
This is the style of the twelfth ranked martial artist in the world. Everyone says that Jianghu Quan has fluttering white clothes.
The river is pouring in, and the snow is white. In this scene, no one will doubt whether it can smash the huge ship. In fact, this white-clothed boxing fairy once stopped the Dafeng Dynasty navy in the river, defeated several huge ships, killed thousands of people, and carried her to break out of the heavy siege of the Dafeng martial arts masters. Even the great master Emperor Feng would sincerely praise him afterwards, "The name of the Boxing Immortal in White is indeed well-deserved."
The person blocking the river was a middle-aged man with a face as gaunt as a ghost.
He never made a move, but the snow-white river split into two, split several hundred feet apart, as if a majestic giant mountain had cut off the river.
The man in white smiled and said: "Master Xie Guanzhao, the master of martial arts, has only cultivated the body and mind sword in his life, and he has killed thousands of people without leaving a trace."
The haggard man spoke slowly, emitting an extremely harsh sound of metal and stone, "Yao Tiao, the boxing immortal in white, penetrated deep into the hinterland of the Dafeng Dynasty three times and broke through three realms in three years."
Yao Tiao smiled and said nothing, and his whole body suddenly condensed, as if the wind and water in the river had stopped for a moment. He stepped on the river, and with every step he took, the river surged white. Every step he took made the sound like thunder.
In the blink of an eye, he passed by Xie Guanzhao. It seemed that he didn't throw a punch, but in fact, the two of them had exchanged moves.
The man with a withered and sickly face exhaled sword energy continuously. His chest was pierced, and a huge hole appeared, but he did not die immediately. In fact, even if this kind of injury is fatal, it is still a fantasy to take the life of a martial arts master. Especially in the fights between top masters, it is easy to seriously injure each other, as long as you fight for your life, but if you want to kill someone, most of them use a slow knife to cut the flesh, and it is rare to take a life with one move.
Yao Tiao's fists were cracked and blood was leaking out.
Both sides took a breath of Qi at almost the same moment. Xie Guanzhao suddenly exploded with fierce sword Qi three feet away. Yao Tiao stepped back. When the two sides were twenty feet away, Yao Tiao in white opened a boxing stance backwards. With him at the center, the river was turbulent, the raging waves rolled up the frost and snow, and suddenly a strong wind blew, even more like a divine help.
Xie Guanzhao raised a hand, and the sword energy behind him enveloped the river water, soaring upwards, with the force of turning the clouds to see the blue sky, forming a snow-white tornado, which was so thrilling that it was unbelievable that this was not the work of heaven and man.
In the boat, Princess Nanzhao bit her red lips tightly and silently cheered for her man in her heart.
Yao Tiao seemed to hear her voice and laughed: "Don't worry, I won't lose."
Wu Peixian narrowed his eyes and saw the scenery reflected on the ancient sword support. In the mustard world, there was actually a scene of the two people fighting in front of him.
According to later records, the water from the Yaojiang River poured in on that day.
The century-old ferry in Shuanghua City was washed away and half of the city was flooded. An old monk in cassock held a Zen staff and cut off the river and cut off the water.
In Qingqian Bay of Qingqian City, the snow-white tide formed a hundred-foot-high water wall. The consequences of hitting the shore were disastrous. A mountain and river sword energy came from nowhere in the world and defeated it. As a result, the Qing Dynasty in the fifteenth year of winter of Yongshuang In Qiancheng, there was a heavy rain of fish and shrimps.
In the capital city, the towering, gilded building on the banks of the Yaojiang River was about to be smashed to pieces by the big waves. A man appeared without warning, and the overbearing wind forcefully pushed the big waves back to the river.
Everything is due to the two martial arts masters fighting with all their strength.
Yao Tiao, the boxing immortal in white clothes, leaves the boat in white clothes and returns to the boat in blood clothes.
Xie Guanzhao, who was blocking the river, was punched heavily into the river. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
The boat floats in the wind.
Princess Nanzhao treated Yao Tiao's injuries and carefully bandaged his wounds. He said nothing, just tilted his head and looked at her with a gentle smile.
Wu Peixian gently threw the ancient sword into the river.
Close the door and read all day long, sweep the floor and burn incense until sunset.
I traveled to the North Sea in the morning and saw a dragon in the sky at dusk. I saw a dragon and killed it.
A snow-white dragon lay meandering at the bottom of the river. A small ancient sword was nailed to its huge head. Golden blood flowed out and stained the entire river surface.
The snow-white dragon, which represents one of the fortunes of the royal family, was killed with a sword before it could transform into a heavenly dragon.
The prince can no longer use his luck, and is definitely just a martial artist in the early stage of the fourth grade.
The breeze blew across his face, and Wu Peixian laughed for the first time.
Killing one person to save another may be evil.
Killing one person to save ten may still be evil.
Killing one person to save a hundred people, some people still think it is evil.
So what if you kill one person to save the world? Is it still evil?
Wu Peixian doesn't think so!
Damn it for all the generations of princes and princes, damn it for thousands of families to have Buddhas born, damn it for thousands of people who don’t even sit down in the hall!
This censor of Jiangnan Province with a gold medal and jade ribbon, when he went to Beijing with his sword to take the exam, he once carved a line on an ancient tree, "It is his responsibility to take the people of the world as his own responsibility."
After becoming the head of the Wu family in Qingqian City, he personally wrote couplets,
"To carry forward the unique knowledge of the past saints and create peace for all generations."
Like Chunwei's examiner Li Zixin, he is both a scholar.
They are just different readers.
