The man who was wrapped in hemp and had a majestic and domineering physique.
Undoubtedly, it was Mr. Ling Puling, who was known as the "Human Martial God" and the master of the first village of Shenshan Villa.
The person facing him in a green shirt is the top expert in the field of swordsmanship in Hanlanzhou, the "Sword God" Yu Youcong.
Seeing that Ling Pu was finally willing to show up, Yu Lao Sword God restrained the sharp energy on the blade and slowly lowered his arm, but still held the Dayu Sword with one hand, staring at the man hovering not far away. Guy.
Yu Youcong's eyes were as cold as cold winter in the far north, as if he had no emotion at all. He snorted and said loudly to the owner of Shenshan Villa: "What the hell! You guys are finally willing to get out of the turtle shell." Did you get out? I still think you are Ling Pu, but I plan to hide like this until you die!"
Ling Pu, the master of the villa, was floating in the air. He straightened his back and stood as tall as a tree. His expression was very solemn. He frowned and said, "Today's matter is about the grudge between you and me. Can you not get involved in it?" other people?"
The old man in blue shirt Yu Youcong raised his two thick white eyebrows, raised his head and laughed loudly. After laughing, he said seriously: "Okay. Today, the only person I want to ask about the sword is you, Ling Pu. One person! The rest, as long as they don’t hinder me from drawing my sword, they won’t be affected, so you can rest assured.”
Ling Pu, who was covered in linen and had a snow-white silk ribbon on his head, nodded, then turned his head slightly and looked at the white tiger-skinned old man on the other side.
Ling Pu looked at the old man in gray who was as thin as iron and black, with double blades as his legs. The expression on the face of the Shenyuan Lord was a bit incomprehensible.
His lips moved, but he hesitated to speak, but still no words came out.
Seeing that Ling Pu had a different expression at this moment, Ying Chun, who had a white tiger skin on his shoulders, opened his duck-like voice and responded loudly: "I understand what you mean, there is no need to thank me. How can I, Ying Chun, Could this character be the kind of boring person who cares about everything and is seeking revenge from morning to night? The prosperity of the world is no longer good, and the world is declining. Among them, there is a cycle of life and death, and the truth goes back and forth. It has been like this forever, and the past Let it go. My dream of "everyone has skills to practice" is already in the past. It's time to turn over the chapter. No need to mention it again! As for your eldest daughter Ling Fengge, she is extremely talented. Now that she has been worshiped I am a teacher, so I should guide and teach with all my heart. In Tongdao Shang Academy, there are always people who are diligent in seeking the truth. The atmosphere of martial arts practice is quite strong. In that environment, your daughter can practice hard and improve her swordsmanship at a very fast rate. Extremely fast, the future will be limitless, so as a father, you can rest assured!"
Ling Pu looked at the sage of swordsmanship who had his dream destroyed by his own hands and who once claimed to be the "Wulin Guardian" in the past. Master Ling of the Villa nodded heavily and said in a low voice that was difficult to hear clearly: "Thank you."
Then, the great vassal king, whose martial arts was extremely good, even higher than that of Dongfang Xiu, the master of Shipo Jingshan Mountain, looked at the faces of Duanmu Ding, Xianhao and Lu Chi in turn.
These three people are the mentors of the third daughter Ling Taohua, the fourth daughter Ling Xingchui and the fifth daughter Ling Wanji respectively.
Ling Pu lowered his chin and said slowly: "Excuse me, you three, please wait for me to start the battle in a while. I will use my magic and magical powers to isolate one side of the battlefield so that the sword, energy, fist, and energy flow will not spread and harm the fish in the pond."
Xianhao, who was dressed in a bright red robe, and Lu Tie, who was wearing a bright pink robe, both became Taoist priests almost at the same time. Lu Tie was introverted, while Xianhao said loudly: "Master Ling, please feel at ease."
Bald and wearing purple monk robes, "Hesha Duanmu Ding" had a delicate, delicate face that looked like a porcelain doll. A faint smile appeared on his face. He slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said in a calm tone: "Just punch. Yes, don’t worry about anything else. "
Ling Pu's face calmed down, and he finally looked at his eighth daughter, Ling Xiaoxiao. The old feudal king smiled lightly, "Xiaoxiao, I don't know what you have gone through to become like this... beautiful, Dad really thinks you look particularly good-looking now! It’s a bit like your mother when she was young, when her back was not hunched, her hair was not white, and she didn’t even have a frown on her face..."
Ling Xiaoxiao, a woman in white clothes, opened her beautiful cherry-red eyes and stared intently at the old father she had loved all her life.
Ling Pu paused and then said: "No more of that, Xiaoxiao, your third sister Taohua, your fourth sister Xingchui, and your fifth sister Tuxedo. All three of them are protected by their respective masters. I'm not worried about them at all." . But you have been alone all these years, and you have never married or become a disciple in your twenties... In fact, it doesn't matter, as long as my Xiaoxiao can live happily, be safe and have no worries, that's enough. Now My Ling Xiaoxiao has grown into a great beauty. Maybe from now on, there will be a long queue of wealthy men coming to ask for marriage. By then, craftsmen will have to be hired to rebuild and reinforce the threshold of the villa, otherwise it will be easily broken. Got it!"
Ling Pu, the head of the Lingmen family, continued to speak in as relaxed a tone as possible: "If we were to fight today, your father and I would have to worry about all kinds of things in Zhuangzi, you and Zhen'er, you two If my sister is unruly, it depends on the situation. If she really has that ambition, it is not unreasonable to hand over the full power of the villa to her. In short, there should be no big problems. At most, it will be two funerals at the same time... "
"No, Dad, please stop making such unlucky words! How can anyone explain his or her affairs before starting a fight?! This is to build up other people's ambition and destroy one's own prestige!"
Ling Xiaoxiao, the eighth daughter of the Ling family, had tears in her eyes. She held her neck and yelled, "Dad, you are the powerful vassal of the Splendid Dynasty. If anything goes wrong with you, not only will the villa be completely destroyed, but a series of causes and effects will also be destroyed." It’s coming one after another, there’s no escaping it! You’re not unaware of the various movements and undercurrents in the imperial court over the years. Your brother Ling Gong, that guy has been sitting on the throne for many years. Although his methods are weak, he has civil and military skills. Hundreds of officials are vying for support, and the Royal Forest Army is also strong. Once our Shenshan Villa loses its backbone, as the emperor, how can he easily let go of our family? He will definitely ignore the brotherhood and catch all the hozens scattered after the tree fell. , or annihilate them one by one, and drive them all to death!"
After hearing this, Ling Pu was slightly startled and speechless on the spot. It was obvious that he was sincerely surprised by the drastic change in his eighth daughter's mind.
Unexpectedly, after Ling Xiaoxiao's appearance changed drastically, she even made such a huge leap in thinking, logic, etc.
He has wise and intelligent ideas, is calm-minded and has quick wits.
Compared with this, it seems that as a prince and a father, he is a bit too impulsive and behaves recklessly.
While Ling Pu was silent, lowered his head, thinking about what his daughter said.
The old man in green shirt opposite, holding a blue sword in his hand, finally couldn't help but speak.
Yu Youcong raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at Ling Pu. He stared, raised his chin with a white beard, and asked in a loud voice: "How are the funeral arrangements for the person named Ling? Mo Mo?" You’re moaning, I’m getting upset when I hear it, I’m acting like a bitch, can we still start fighting?!”
Ling Pu Yijie spent his whole life on the battlefield, and was accustomed to fighting with others. Now that a war was approaching, he was so excited that he didn't want to worry about any messy things. He had no time to think about it and said frankly: "Fight, just fight, you can." Draw the sword and I will take it."
Yu Youcong's heart was welling up, and his face was full of energy. He could be described as extremely wild and wanton. He laughed loudly and said while laughing: "When Ying'er was alive, I considered her feelings and tolerated it. For thirty years, I have been with you only. This common man surnamed Ling used his fists to fight, which is not pleasant and satisfying! Today, since you have accepted my request for swordsmanship, I no longer need to be restrained. I can deliver sword moves as much as I want, and I will spend half a century of this. Since then, I have accumulated that resentment and hatred!”
The Sword God's sword, Dayu, was once again filled with bright sword light, and green energy spread all around, making it extremely sacred.
This brilliance is even stronger than the extremely domineering aura just now.
Go to the next level and go straight to the ninth level!
Holding the long blue sword with murderous intent penetrating the sky, Yu Youcong's voice was like thunder, word by word: "This time, I will use your life, Ling Pu, to sacrifice the sword in my hand. Come on." Reminiscing about my lost love!"
King Lingda, who was covered in coarse linen and silk, was also at the peak of his spirits.
Above the two fists, the majestic power is dazzling, and it has become so thick that it has condensed into substance and continues to spread to the surroundings.
The fist is visible to the naked eye, and it is getting bigger and bigger, and there is no way to stop it.
Of course, the owner of the mountain villa, who was determined to punch with all his strength, had no intention of stopping it at all. He did not want to lose any momentum to the sword god on the opposite side, so he did his duty!
Yu Youcong stood with his sword in hand, intent on venting his anger and killing people.
Ling Pu used his bare hands and insisted on being single to shoulder the burden
Ling Xiaoxiao, the daughter of the latter, saw that a bloody battle that was bound to determine the level of the road and the strength of the cultivation level was about to begin. Naturally, she was very anxious and anxious!
She knew very well that the outcome of this battle was not only due to the "loving pair" of Ling Pu and Yu Youcong. She wanted to find out through actual combat which of the two fists and swords was stronger and which was weaker.
More importantly, it is a matter of life and death.
This period of ancient grudges, which has lasted for more than half a century, has been brought to a complete end, and it has officially ended with "life or death".
The winner survives.
The loser will die!
Ling Xiaoxiao, the eighth daughter of the Ling family, has never felt such self-resentment. She only blames herself for why her combat power is so low? He couldn't even step forward to hold his father.
The only thing that can be done is probably to protect oneself from being affected by the war, and watch helplessly as the God of War accepts the "Sword Question" from the God of Sword.
And what the final result will be, whether his father Ling Pu can survive, whether he can really win with his fists and defeat Yu Youcong who is determined to use his sword with all his strength, then we really know...
Seeing that Ling and Yu, the two pinnacle figures in martial arts and kendo, were about to start fighting in an instant, no one of the four people, Ying Chun, Duanmu Ding, Xian Hao and Lu Chi, who were spectators of the duel, had a completely relaxed attitude.
They knew very well that they could never just sit back and watch. No matter what, the four of them shouldered the responsibility.
What needs to be done to prepare for this battle?
As for what actual effect the action will have in the final stage, then we can only do nothing and obey our fate obediently.
These four great masters all know one thing.
That is, at the moment, in the sky above the sacred mountain villa, the two god-level figures who are competing for swordsmanship, no matter who they are, may die directly on the spot, become a dead body, and fall to the altar!
At this moment, before the battle between Yu Youcong and Ling Pu started, a breathtaking aura with a light red color like a spring flower stamen and an unparalleled beauty flew over from a certain direction at high speed.
Inside the red light, there was a young man wearing a blue robe.
This child then arrived in the sky, floating in the air with such grace and grace, and stopped in the air.
The parked position was impartial, right between Ling and Yurao!
Ling Pu, who was dressed in linen and white scarf, stared at the young man wrapped in red aura with wide eyes, and shouted: "Zhen'er? Is it you?!"
And Yu Youcong, who was dressed in a blue shirt of a Confucian scholar and wielded a sapphire blue sword, was extremely shocked by the familiarity of this alien energy, and was stunned for a moment.
It's unmistakable. This true energy is... Ying'er's natural energy!
Ling Pu also realized that the owner of this aura of light was, as expected, his wife Yao Ying.
His facial expression is not much different from that of Yu Youcong. Both of them were so shocked that they were so shocked that they were speechless!
My beloved wife Yao Ying had been dead for seven days. Her internal strength was completely gone. Her body was placed in a coffin. According to the theory, her soul should be gone. How could it be...
The young man, tightly wrapped in the red energy, slowly opened his eyes.
His identity is naturally that of Ling Zhen, who has the dignified title of "Prince of Shenyuan" and the number one young master of Shenshan Village.
The only son of Ling Pu and Yao Ying.
After Ling Zhen opened his eyes, his expression was sad, his lips trembled, and he shouted with a particularly choked voice: "Mother!"
That ball of true energy began to deform incredibly quickly as the word "Mother" was spoken. Before long, it had transformed into the appearance of a human body, which was extremely real.
The human form is similar to the outer body of Yang Shen separated from the body through cultivation.
He was about one foot tall, with a transparent body and a light red color. He stood straight behind Ling Zhen, with his hands hanging down, just enough to rest on the shoulders of the young man in green robe.
Ling Zhen's shoulders were draped by the pair of large gaseous hands, and he felt unprecedented warmth and comfort all over his body.
Young people now feel extremely safe.
I no longer feel sad, there is no worry or stress left, and I no longer have the thought of crying.
When Ling Xiaoxiao, a woman in white clothes, saw the statue of a tall monk, she immediately reached out her hand and covered her mouth to prevent herself from crying, which would destroy the warmth and happiness of the scene.
Ling Pu and Yu Youcong.
Two people, two human monks standing tall.
At this moment, everyone's eyes turned red involuntarily.
Both of them had many wrinkles on their faces, and they were both men of considerable age. They both said together, with a strong cry in their voices - "Ying'er!"
It turns out that the true face revealed by the ten-foot-long red statue is that of the sword fairy Yao Ying, who is still in her youth and in her prime!
Her smile, voice, and appearance are both pleasant and harmonious, and she has the grace of a fairy, dignified and beautiful.
It is the "Ying'er" who lives in the memories of Ling Pu and Yu Youcong, who is the most beautiful and the most heart-stopping!
Before the two of them could say anything, the "young woman" who appeared here in the form of true energy smiled and said, "Don't be surprised, it's really the sword intention I stored with my natal sword that fused and wrapped the remaining soul, and finally used it The results brought about by a magical power can last for about half a cup of tea at most, and then they will be unable to sustain and disappear into thin air."
Ling Pu, the king of Shenyuan Domain, said "ah" immediately, and Yu Youcong also suddenly realized and understood.
Yao Ying is a sword cultivator, and her natal sword is called "Yin Yang". The magical power of the flying sword is a classic old saying - a thousand-mile marriage is tied by a thread.
Men and women in the world can be divided into yin and yang. The foundation of the sword cultivator who possesses this natal sword is closely related to the cultivation background of his Taoist companion.
If you can pass the sword together with your husband, the perfect combination of yin and yang, the killing power of the sword will reach its peak, and you will be unrivaled in the world!
This natal sword was highly regarded by the Yao family as soon as it was born. They screened and selected the best spouse in advance, and arranged a "baby marriage" for Yao Ying, who was still a child at that time.
The man has excellent qualifications and can be described as a very talented man. He comes from an extremely prestigious family and belongs to a large family of swordsmen who are divided and dominated by one side.
But when she grew up, Yao Ying was very stubborn and refused to obey her father's advice to marry him even to death. Instead, she insisted on becoming a Taoist companion with a "non-sword cultivator" from the land of the human race, and ran away to Hanlan. mainland.
He also swore to his family that he would never go home in this life, let alone set foot in Frost Frost Continent again!
This is the reason why Yao Ying was directly removed from the family tree by her father, the king of the Qianjin Dynasty, after she left Shuanghan Continent where the Bingyou tribe lived.
In order to marry Ling Pu, Yao Ying, who was regarded as the princess of a country, wasted the greatest fortune and opportunity that the natal sword could give her. Between a bright and infinite future and "love", she resolutely chose the latter.
He did not hesitate to make enemies of the entire Yao family, resisted the ardent expectations of his parents and elders, traveled to a foreign country, and stayed with his true sweetheart until he grew old.
So far, Yao Ying has been married to Ling Pu for no less than thirty years.
Thirty years have been like a day, ups and downs, bitter, spicy and salty, with no complaints or regrets.
The natal sword yin and yang, the magical power can not only be linked to Ling Pu's Taoism, but also connect the underworld and the yang world, allowing the dead to talk to the living.
Then with the help of the part of the soul protected by the sword's will, the Yangpo Yuan Shen takes form, and condenses the entity with the true energy and the sword's energy, then we can actually complete the deeply touching things like this!
Ling and Yu, who knew that Yao Ying's natal sword had a thin heel, were at the top of their cultivation path. They quickly understood what happened, and there was no need to explain anything extra.
Ling Pu, a powerful vassal king of a generation and a top warrior who controlled a continent with his fists, now looked at his beloved wife's face that she only had when she was young, tears streaming down her face.
Men and women who love each other in the world are like the two poles of yin and yang in the Bagua diagram, which are difficult to separate.
Once lovers are separated, they can still miss each other even if they are thousands of miles apart.
So, if your lover is separated from you by yin and yang, how should you miss each other?
When Ling Pu thought about his wife's death, his heart ached violently. It would be like if ten thousand knives entered his body and invaded his chest at the same time!
Yao Ying relied on the sword intention of her natal sword to wrap up the remaining soul, and brought her son Ling Zhen back to the human world temporarily in the form of a Yang Shen.
Although it can only last for a short time, it is already extremely precious to the living people.
Her husband Ling Pu couldn't help but shed tears on the spot when he saw his deceased wife's voice.
On the opposite side, Yu Youcong, the long-haired old man in a green shirt, looked at the woman he had admired for thirty or forty years, appearing in the world with the most youthful and beautiful appearance. He could no longer bear it, tears burst into his eyes, and soon he Like Ling Pu, it flows all over the old face!
The illusory body of the Dharma is one foot tall, so it is much larger than the real body.
Yao Ying, who was condensed with red zhenqi, placed her hands on the shoulders of her beloved son Lingzhen, with a gentle smile on her face and kind eyes, standing behind the young man in green robe.
Like a guardian spirit.
Just like all the beautiful mothers in the world, they treat their toddlers with the same care and care, fearing that the tender-skinned child will accidentally bump into it and accidentally fall to the ground.
The aura "Yao Ying" with a young appearance spoke softly and said to the old green-shirted guest: "Cong, considering our friendship for so many years, please don't embarrass my husband. Count me." I beg you."
Yu Youcong had a look of sorrow and grief on his face, tears welling up in his eyes. He frowned and tried to cry less, but it was difficult to do so.
He originally thought that after seven days of crying on Broken Heart Cliff, he had cried out all his life's tears. But now, when he saw Ying'er's voice and smile in his memories, he still couldn't hold it back, and tears trickled down his cheeks again. Running, cheeks soaking.
Cong.
Yu Youcong thought of the past forty years ago.
At that time, I was still called "Wang Zong" by the people in the academy, and I was still a weak scholar who had never practiced a sword.
His real name was Wang Zong. He was being hunted. In order to survive, he had no choice but to jump into a lake called "Yu You".
The enemy is bent on killing them all, and vows to eradicate them by their roots, so they pursue them relentlessly.
Even though Wang Zong took the initiative to jump into the Yuyou Lake, they continued to deliver ruthless moves, and the murderous intent stirred up the lake, trying to make the academy scholar named Wang completely buried in the lake!
If it hadn't been for Yao Ying's timely and righteous action that day, the sword god Yu Youcong wouldn't be what he is today.
In fact, when it comes to the time of the encounter, it was Yu Youcong, who was Wang Zong at that time, who met Yao Ying earlier than Ling Pu, who was visiting Hanlanzhou for the first time.
But when times are bad, fate plays tricks on people, and if fate fails to come true, we can only have fate but no fate!
The scholar who later abandoned his books and switched to sword practice, and changed his name from Wang Zong to "Yu You Cong", when he owned the natal sword and became a swordsman, he finally had the opportunity to meet his former savior Yao Ying again.
At that time, the former sword fairy Yao Ying had changed and turned into the wife of the owner of Shenshan Villa and the only wife of Ling Pu, the king of Shenyuan clan.
She no longer walks a career with a sword, but chooses to stay at home, take care of her husband and raise her children, and be a good mother and wife who can continue the family lineage of the Ling family.
It was also at that time that Yu Youcong hated Ling Pu from the bottom of his heart, and formed a deep "death feud" with him due to his emotional injury. If he had not taken care of his sweetheart Ying'er, he would have attacked the villa with a sword and attacked Ling Pu. The owner of the village initiated a sword inquiry.
That fight has been dragged on to this day.
But in the end, we still couldn't fight.
After more than thirty years of depression, it was supposed to be a good time to let go of his bad breath, but because of Yao Ying's words to him, "I'm begging you," Yu Youcong completely softened his heart and never wanted to kill with a sword again.
If it were just Ling Pu, Wang An who could kill a thousand people, he wouldn't be too much if he killed ten or a hundred. The more, the better.
But Yu Youcong is very affectionate.
Until his death, he didn't want Yao Ying, the woman he loved so much to his heart and soul, to feel even the slightest bit sad.
Since it was Ying'er who begged for help, even if he was cut into pieces and cut into pieces, going up mountains of swords and under seas of fire, Yu Youcong would never even blink an eye!
After crying profusely, Sword God Yu Youcong gave up on the war at Sword God Villa. He sighed deeply and said in a deep voice to the man Yao Ying loved most during his lifetime: "Ling Pu, you owe me your life." , remember it."
After that, the white-haired man in blue shirt put the blue sword Dayu in his hand back into the scabbard hanging on his back as Zheng's sword.
The sharp edge was restrained, and he unexpectedly drew his sword again.
At this time, Yao Ying's remaining soul and sword intent all dissipated and could never be reunited.
Ling Zhen, a young man in green robes who was hovering in the air, tried his best to catch the energy with his hands, but it was in vain. He called his mother over and over again, but there was no response from above.
Ling Xiaoxiao quickly rushed to her ninth brother's side, stretched out an arm and hugged her brother who was crying uncontrollably. She tried to comfort her in a low voice, but she couldn't finish it after only a few words. She could only cry silently and accompany the mourning. Ling Zhen's mother's pain was no less painful than his own.
Yu Youcong raised his head and looked at the scene where Yao Ying's soul energy had disappeared, and then glanced at the pair of Ling siblings who were hugging each other and crying. The old man in green shirt shook his head in lament, and then said to Ling Pu: "Actually, Logically speaking, even if I no longer ask for swordsmanship, I should give you a good beating... What a pity, if I don’t use swordsmanship, I won’t be able to beat you, this bullshit vassal king!"
Ling Pu chuckled softly and said nonchalantly: "If you really want to hit me now, I just won't fight back."
Yu Youcong's eyes shone brightly as he glared at Lord Ling, and shouted in a heartfelt and excited voice: "Is this true?!"
Ling Pu raised his eyebrows, spread his arms, exposed his broad chest, and said two words very frankly: "It's up to you."
Yu Youcong, who was wearing a blue shirt and carrying a sword, grinned and shouted: "Okay, this is yours!"
Suddenly, the old sword god clenched his fist in his right hand, dodged sharply, and rushed towards the "God of War" Ling Pu, who was covered in linen and hemp.
He gave up using his sword to kill the human warrior god named Ling.
He then began to use his two fists to beat up the culprit Ling Pu who had made him miserable and lonely for half his life.
Seeing the situation coming, Duanmu Ding, Xianhao and Lu Chi moved their thoughts together, and together they used Taoist spells to display their magical powers in the sky.
Summon gods by summoning gods, royal talismans by royal talismans, and formations by forming formations.
It was necessary to prevent Yu Youcong, who was madly abandoning his sword and using his fists, from causing excessive damage to the villa's buildings in the process of unilaterally beating Ling Pu.
Ying Chun, an old man with white tiger skin and two swords as his legs, formed a huge ball of snow-white Qi and enveloped the siblings of the Ling family, protecting Ling Zhen and Ling Xiaoxiao from the aftermath.
The white-haired old man named Ying, who was as thin as pig iron, looked at Ling Pu who was in the battle. He really didn't fight back, but just kept punching Yu Youcong and beat him violently. The legless old man's expression was extremely complicated. Even he I can’t even describe it clearly.
To be honest, Ying Chun's mood at this moment is actually a bit... happy?
I even wanted to give a thumbs up and say, "Well done!"
Or if you don't mind the excitement and want to talk more, why don't you add me?
After watching for a while, he noticed that the intensity of Yu Youcong's fists hitting Ling Pu's body was significantly reduced, and his attacks became more restrained. Ying Chun couldn't help but smile, stroking his beard with one hand, and said to himself: "Finally, this matter is over. It’s time to take it.”
The old man with a white tiger skin on his shoulders suddenly recalled his past, with a look of sadness on his face, shaking his head and murmuring: "All the absurd words in the world, a handful of bitter tears of love and hate. Everyone in the world laughs and is obsessed with love, who can understand the thousands of them?" Baiwei?”
