Today, Zhuangzi is full of joy, there is an atmosphere of celebration and joy, and everyone has a smile on their face.
Because it happened to be Ling Zhen's twenty-third birthday!
There are less than three months left before the end date of three years of filial piety.
Ling Zhen, who had been abstinent for nearly three years and maintained a light eating habit, rarely eating meat or drinking alcohol, was able to take advantage of this to be happy, and no one would criticize him, and the young man himself could have a clear conscience.
Currently, there are two unexpected distinguished guests visiting the villa. Even the eldest young master Ling Zhen did not expect this and was greatly surprised and overjoyed.
A man is very majestic in stature, and his appearance is even more heroic. He stands as upright as a pine tree, carrying an exquisite long bow and a huge quiver on his back.
The other man was extremely tall and thin, with dark and rough skin, and deeply sunken cheeks. He wore a green and black loose monk's robe with the tail touching the floor.
Others may not be able to recognize these two people at once, but to Ling Zhen, they are very familiar.
The man carrying the bow is his mother's sworn brother back then, the "Arrow God" Zhe Liu, one of the top ten masters of the human race. In terms of archery skills, no one in Hanlan Continent can match him.
As for the tall, thin old monk with a haggard appearance and wearing a black monk's robe, Ling Zhen could tell his identity at a glance.
He was the abbot of Qingling Temple, whose real name was "Liu Ding", who was born in the Great Dragon Clan of Shenlong Continent, and Master Bai Zhu, the first person in Buddhism in Hanlan Continent.
Zhe Liu and Bai Zhu came to the village together for no other purpose. They just came to give gifts to Ling Zhen, the eldest young master of the Villa, on his birthday.
At least that's what it seems on the surface.
"Thousand-mile Archer" Zheliu was quite generous. The birthday gift he gave to his nephew was a scroll with exquisite workmanship and golden light all over.
Ling Zhen took the scroll and slowly opened it, only to see that there were five strange and majestic giant mountains painted in the painting, which were particularly majestic and domineering, and a sense of heroism appeared on the paper.
Zhe Liu explained with a smile.
This thing is called "Five Rhymes Formation Diagram". It is a treasure he got from a painter in Wanhuizhou last year. It is extremely psychic.
There is a mountain named Wuyue in Hanlanzhou, and there is also a famous mountain in the middle of Wanhuizhou called "Five Rhymes". Because of a well-known ancient deed, it is known as the Mountain of Rhythm and the Holy Land of Music.
And that painter with superb skills personally visited Qianyun Mountain, collected a large amount of the spiritual energy of the mountain roots of the five giant mountains, and integrated it into the painting, so that a large number of mountain spirits of the favorable location were contained in one painting.
Then a lot of military strategist's killing spirit was added to it, and a whole fantasy formation was integrated into it, so that the right place and the people were cast into one furnace, and they became Zheng in the same painting.
As long as the human soul leaves the body and enters the scroll, it will feel like being in a foggy formation. The floating clouds can cover the eyes, just because you are in this mountain.
From then on, he was trapped in the formation and it was impossible to escape.
In summary, this picture integrates elements such as painting, geography, military formations, etc., so it is called the "Five Rhymes Formation".
Truly worthy of the name!
As the eldest son of the Prince of Shenyuan Domain, Ling Zhen naturally has as many treasures as he wants in his life. The various rare objects in his home are probably not inferior to those in the palace and treasury.
Therefore, his vision has always been broad, and his spirit has been sharpened to a high level. He can see the mountains at a glance, and ordinary things cannot enter Master Ling's eyes at all.
But this "Five Rhymes Formation Diagram" is extraordinary and can indeed be called a top-quality treasure.
The level of preciousness may even be comparable to the blue robe given by the village owner Ling Pu back then!
As the battlefield warrior god, Ling Zhen was the son of the great feudal lord Ling Puling. He had been exposed to all kinds of military affairs since he was a child, and he was also very fond of it subconsciously.
Therefore, I was very interested in the psychedelic formation in this picture. I couldn't help but feel very happy. I smiled and accepted it on the spot and thanked my uncle Moxibustion for the gift of the painting.
The gift given by Bai Zhu, the abbot of Qing Ling Temple, to the young prince was a Buddhist instrument.
This thing emphasizes magic power rather than killing power. Its whole body is in seven colors, and its splendid appearance is too beautiful to behold.
That is a vajra called "Duobao Jingliuli"!
The tip is extremely sharp and the overall shape is exquisite, making it easier to hold with one hand.
According to the master's own words, this pestle is the incarnation of the true Buddha-nature that is unstoppable and indestructible.
It symbolizes the vajra wisdom of the Tathagata Mahavairocana, which can be used to break through the foolish and delusional thoughts in the mind, as well as all kinds of demonic obstacles such as internal demons and outsiders, and make the mind clear and radiant.
Even so, Ling Zhen still felt that holding this vajra in his hand, channeling his true energy and inner strength, and then hitting Qiu Rao's head would make his mind brighter.
Although you think so in your heart, you can't say it in your mouth, otherwise it will be too disrespectful to Master Bai Zhu.
Those Buddhist seniors who are kind to you should respect them and treat them with courtesy.
So he also accepted the gift from the master.
Put the formation diagram and the glass pestle into the Najie and keep them properly.
During this visit to the villa, in addition to bringing the "Five Rhymes Formation Picture" as a gift, Zheliu also brought his only female disciple.
A member of the Xingchen Continent’s Shengguang Tribe, the daughter of the “Sword Saint” Guan Bi is concerned.
Ling Zhen and this girl named Guan Mingxin met for the first time in the Guanyin Hall of Qingling Temple. The first time they met was not pleasant.
That time, Ling Zhen felt that he was blaspheming the Buddha and disrespecting the great Guanyin Bodhisattva.
It was precisely because of his harsh words and unclean words that Ling Zhen received a "roasted chestnut" moxibustion from his uncle, which made his head hurt.
The eldest son of the Ling family has been walking sideways like a crab since he was a child in the Shenshan Villa, showing off his power and doing evil. When he was a teenager, he had an arrogant and domineering attitude, even the owner and his wife. I can't control him, I can only give him a few words of advice.
The young man surnamed Ling would occasionally listen to some of those harsh words of advice, but once they became too many, they would become annoying and they would simply go in one ear and out the other.
But Yao Ying's sworn brother Zhe Liu was the only one who never tolerated him. As long as he saw something displeasing to Ling Zhen, he would teach him a lesson directly.
Ling Pu listened to Yao Ying's words, and Yao Ying respected this sworn brother in the world.
Therefore, every time Zhe Liu beat Ling Zhen violently when he was young, the two parents could only stand by and watch without stopping him.
And people like Ling Xingchui, the fourth daughter of the Ling family, or Ling Youjun, the sixth daughter, would stand aside and applaud every time they saw Ling Zhen being beaten by their uncle. The happiest and most comfortable thing!
Because of this, when facing the concerned master Zhe Liu in the Guanyin Hall of Qingling Temple, Ling Zhen chose to bow his head obediently instead of confronting him head-on.
Nothing good will come of it.
Based on all the experiences of blood and tears in the past years, Ling Zhen knew very well how tragic the consequences would be if he went against his uncle.
For Zhe Liulai, the "Arrow God" who takes soft sides rather than hard ones, if he admits his mistake, nothing big will happen.
And if you dare to disobey and resist, then the problem will be huge.
Proper “education and education” is needed!
Over the years, Ling Zhen, who has often contradicted Zhe Liu, has developed the good character of his uncle Dong through being "educated" again and again.
It's a kind of self-rescue.
Otherwise, life will definitely not be easy.
Three years later, Ling Zhen once again saw the girl who had caused him to be educated by his uncle.
Three years have passed, and the old girl in the cherry skirt has grown a lot taller now. Although she is still much shorter than Ling Zhen, she already looks like a big girl.
She was still wearing a cherry blossom pink dress, and she was still holding a snow-white rabbit in her arms.
It's just that there is a bright red long bow behind him, covering the bow like blood, making it eye-catching.
As soon as he saw the girl named Guan in the cherry skirt, Ling Zhen immediately approached her. Instead of talking to her directly, she started teasing the jade rabbit in her arms.
"Hey, this big fat rabbit, ha! I haven't seen it in three years, and it has gained so much weight. I mentioned it three years ago. It's quite heavy. Look, the meat looks old and tender. , when are you going to kill them and eat them?"
Ling Zhen went up to look at the blood bow again and marveled, "Oh, this bow is beautiful! What material is it made of? Guan Yatou, I think your posture doesn't look like you are carrying it for fun. Is it possible? Are you starting to practice archery now? The next human female Archery Goddess is the one you care about... Oh no, I forgot that you are from the Holy Light Clan, that is the Holy Light Clan Archery God!"
Since the first impression brought about by the first meeting was not very good, Shen Wen didn't have a good opinion of this young man who was born in a royal family.
When we met this time, I originally wanted to treat him a little better.
Unexpectedly, this guy was so rude when he first came up, and he actually wanted to cook and eat his most beloved jade rabbit "Chang'e". His words were frivolous and joking, showing the playfulness of a young man. He was not respectful at all, which really attracted him. Discomfort, almost nauseating.
The girl, who had a lot of protruding figure, was concerned. She held her chest up and her head high, looking straight ahead.
He was silent and his face was extremely cold.
Not a single word came out in response, just like a snow beauty.
Since this guy surnamed Ling is not a good person, the worst I can do is just not talk to him. What else can I do?
Caring originally thought so, and was planning to do so.
Practice closed-mouth meditation to the end.
Unexpectedly, Ling Zhen's next words immediately broke her gong.
The glib and extremely unruly young man from the Villa stared at the girl in the cherry skirt's raised chest, and made two "tsk, tsk" sounds from his mouth, sighing: "The place that makes people look forward to growing up the most has changed." She's a lot bigger. As expected, the girl is growing very fast, like bamboo shoots springing up after a rain, just waiting to bloom one day."
The caring mind was much more mature than three years ago. He understood the meaning of Ling Zhen's words in an instant, and immediately became furious, with his face flushed and scolded: "What are you messing with?!"
Ling Zhen, the extremely thick-skinned young master, still grinned playfully at this time and said: "I'm a good guy, two good guys..."
Immediately after he said this, the young man received a "chestnut" from his uncle as expected.
After a hard blow to the head, Ling Zhen was finally awakened to the horrific past that had been buried in his memory. Thinking of the times when he was taught a lesson by Zhe Liu for being naughty in the past year, Ling Zhen calmed down his tone on the spot and stopped acting like that.
Ling Zhen, who had become much stronger physically in the past three years, felt no pain after taking a "preserved egg" this time, and couldn't help but feel complacent about the results of his practice.
After rubbing the sore spot on the top of his head for a while, the young man suddenly remembered something and asked his uncle Zhe Liu: "By the way, uncle, it seems that there are only two years left in your five-year engagement with the Sword Saint Guan Bi." Yes, have you made preparations?"
Zheliu answered directly without thinking: "Yes, in the past three years, I have traveled to the three continents of Shenlong, Wanhui, and Shuanghan, and faced off against powerful masters from each continent. I have learned from their strengths, learned from them, and integrated them into my path. Among them, seven moves to kill were evolved..."
"Seven special moves, so many?"
Ling Zhen couldn't help but sincerely flattered him, "As expected of my uncle, he is so awesome!"
Zhe Liu waved his hand with a smile and said humbly: "In order to defeat Guan Bi, I have been practicing hard for three years, and I just managed to create these seven killer moves. It's not too much, I even feel a little bit Too few! If instead of seven moves, there are seventy moves, then I have absolute confidence that I can win the second battle and defeat the Sword Saint in one fell swoop."
When Caring heard this, she came closer, stretched out a slender hand and put it on Master's shoulder. Now that she had just grown up, she said softly: "It's okay, Master, even if you can't win, I will definitely not." Let my father kill you..."
Ling Zhen laughed bitterly when he heard this. He felt that this girl named Guan really couldn't speak. After this, what man would be happy and gain face after hearing this?
Isn't this just looking down on people? !
Sure enough, the Arrow God Zheliu raised his head and laughed loudly, rubbed Concerned's head vigorously a few times, and said loudly: "Based on what I said, your master and I absolutely cannot lose, we must win!"
Caring lowered his head and was silent for a while, then raised his head and said loudly: "Master, if you win, if possible, can you try not to take my father's life?"
Zheliu was stunned for a moment, then burst into heartfelt laughter, and nodded: "Of course, but the premise is that I want to ensure the safety of my life. I can't spare your father and risk my life in vain. , that’s such a loss, I’m a bit reluctant to give it up…”
After a pause, Zheliu rubbed his concerned head hard again, and said warmly: "The main reason is that I can't bear to leave my good disciple Xin'er. If I lose my master and have to be held by that annoying father all day long, then it's really It’s so painful.”
Caring nodded, looking at his mentor Zhe Liu with a touched expression, speechless.
Zhe Liu has the magical power to listen to people's voices. With this magical power, he heard the thoughts of the girl in the cherry skirt from the caring heart: "No matter master or father, it is best to live in this world, but since there is no relationship between each other, If we arrange a duel, there will definitely be casualties after the battle. If one person must die, then I still hope that the one who survives in the end will be the master!"
Ling Zhen, a young man in green robe standing aside, looked at the warm and smiling expression on Zhe Liu, the master archer, and thought to himself: "Oh, my uncle has never looked at me like this before..." "
In Ling Zhen's impression, neither his father Ling Pu nor his mother Yao Ying could be called "strict". Ling Pu would not criticize herself too much, and Yao Ying was a model of a loving mother.
To be precise, in my growing up experience, there were very few people who dared to show a bad face to Ling Zhen.
Only Zhe Liu, as the uncle of Young Master Ling, basically never gave the Shenyuan Crown Prince a good look and was always very harsh.
Coupled with that heroic and majestic face, it really looked like he was so fierce that it was hard to speak.
In fact, Zhe Liu was indeed very embarrassed.
As one of the top ten masters of the human race and the strongest archer in Hanlan Continent, Zhe Da Archery God has such a high spirit that it is unparalleled!
He has a arrogant and arrogant attitude, and even though he is arrogant, no one dares to resist his capital and strength.
Not even the most powerful monks, even some of the most powerful masters in the country, could get through Zhe Liu's eyes.
What's more, he is Ling Zhen, the prince's son from a dandy's background.
So what if he is the only son of his sister Yao Ying?
Do I have to give you a good look?
Why? Do you deserve it?
You do not deserve.
Ling Zhen himself knew that he was not worthy, so in these years, he had never expected to be looked down upon by his uncle. He had never thought about it. That kind of thing was too fanciful and impossible.
Because of this, at this moment, seeing Zhe Liu looking at Zhe Liu with eyes full of ardent expectation and caring intently, Ling Zhen, as a nephew, could not help but feel a little...jealousy from deep in his heart. .
Slightly jealous.
At this time, Zhe Liu suddenly turned his head and said to his nephew Ling Zhen: "Zhen'er, I have a suggestion. How about you have a competition with Xin'er?"
Ling Zhen immediately raised his eyebrows and stared in disbelief: "Competition? With her?"
The young man glanced at the girl in the cherry skirt with his peripheral vision, and twitched the corner of his mouth with a contemptuous expression.
But before Ling Zhen could say anything arrogant and arrogant, he heard the Arrow God Zhe Liu say in a deep voice, "Why, do you look down on my disciple?"
Ling Zhen was startled and hurriedly waved his hands with an eager smile, "Where are you talking? How dare I look down on my uncle's precious disciple? It's just...Uncle, your beloved disciple uses bows and arrows as weapons, is it possible that he wants to kill his nephew?" Let me compete with her to see who can shoot farther and more accurately?"
Zhe Liu snorted coldly and said lightly: "Why not? Is it possible that you don't dare to compete with Carry in archery?"
Ling Zhen shook his head, "It's not that I don't dare, I just don't think it's appropriate. Look, uncle, if I accidentally win her, it won't make you look..."
"Um?"
Zhe Liu glared sharply.
Ling Zhendang remained silent and stopped talking.
"You're afraid that if you win my heart, it will appear that I don't know how to teach and can't train my disciples well, right?"
Zhe Liu said bluntly in a deep voice, "It doesn't matter, you can compete, Xin'er is so much older than you, so if you lose, you lose. It doesn't matter. There will always be a chance to win the game back in the future."
Ling Zhen lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said seriously: "How about this, uncle, I have invested a lot of energy in Qinggong Qi control over the years, and now I can control the wind and walk like a flying sword... How about, Do you want your apprentice to compare this with me to see which arrow she shoots is faster, or my nephew's flying speed is faster?"
After Zhe Liu thought about it for a while, he lowered his head and asked his beloved disciple, "What do you think, Xin'er? Do you want to use loving kindness as a comparison?"
Caring responded without any hesitation: "Okay, let's compare like this!"
The proposal was accepted, and when Ling Zhen and Caring were about to compete in this way, Master Bai Zhu, the abbot of Qing Ling Temple, stood up and said that he had a better opinion.
As the elder of Guan and Ling, the archer Zhe Liu has always respected the Buddhist master Bai Zhu and listened attentively.
The old monk in green and black robes glanced at the girl in the cherry skirt, Caring, and the young man in the green robe, Ling Zhen. Then he stretched out his hand and slowly took out a gold bracelet with black patterns from his sleeve.
The old monk Bai Zhu said with a smile on his face, "This bracelet is called the 'Golden Buddha Ruins Bracelet'. It contains a Vajra Buddha Guixu. As the name suggests, within the Guixu, there is an infinite Vajra Buddha." . The poor monk suggested that the two of you enter it and start a competition. One shoots a flying arrow, and the other controls the air to travel far. Whoever can leave the palm of the Golden Buddha first will win, how about that?"
After agreeing to Master Bai Zhu's suggestion, Ling Zhen and Caring entered the ruins of the Golden Buddha together.
After arriving at the secret realm of Guixu called "Vajra Buddha", in a vast and empty environment, there was indeed an unusually large "Golden Buddha".
The giant Buddha is several thousand feet tall, sitting cross-legged with a curtain on his head.
The whole body is dazzling with golden light, flowing with color, gorgeous and solemn, with a sacred and inviolable power!
The giant Buddha slowly moved his hand forward, with his palm facing upwards, and spread his palm flat forward.
The young man in green robe grabbed the arm of the girl in cherry skirt and led the latter to jump onto the golden palm with him.
Standing on the palm of your hand, you raise your eyes and look ahead, and you can barely see where your fingers are.
It can be seen that the palm of this golden Buddha is huge and boundless!
Ling Zhen narrowed his eyes and smiled, and said in a relaxed manner: "Sister, let me shoot out the arrow first, so as not to bully a girl."
Being called "sister", I only felt slighted and insulted, and my mood became quite bad. I stared and shouted: "You are waiting to lose!"
After speaking, the girl in the cherry skirt took off the bloody bow from her back and placed a long arrow given by her master Zhe Liu on the bowstring.
Pulling the bow is like a full moon, the string force has been completely stretched to the limit.
Suddenly he let go of his hand.
The flying arrow shot out, its speed was as fast as a genuine sword cultivator's flying arrow!
Go straight to the end of Golden Palm.
The green robe took off in an instant, and the majestic true energy arose, like a blue rainbow, sweeping across it at extremely high speed.
That green rainbow quickly caught up with the flying arrow shot by Caring.
Although the speed of the long arrow is extremely fast, it cannot be faster than Ling Zhen, a young man in green robe with a body like lightning!
After surpassing the arrows shot by Caring, then all you need to do is fly away from this giant golden palm to win in one fell swoop.
However, what Ling Zhen didn't expect was.
As he continued to fly forward, getting closer and closer to the "finish", the five fingers of the giant Buddha's golden palm also began to lengthen at an extremely fast speed.
Ling Zhen increased the circulation of his internal force within the week. The faster Yu Feng moved forward, the faster the five fingers of his giant palm would extend.
This also means that no matter how fast the young man accelerates, he will never be able to reach the fingertips. He cannot escape the control of the giant palm and will always be trapped in his hand.
No matter how hard you try, you will never be able to get out of the palm of that majestic golden Buddha!
Outside the Vajra Buddha returned to the ruins, with the blessing of the master's magical power, Zheliu was able to watch the scene happening inside.
The great arrow god Zhe was puzzled.
If there is a competition between archery and Qi control skills, it is actually clear that his apprentice loses.
But according to the rules set before the game, Xin'er hasn't lost yet, because her nephew Ling Zhen hasn't left the Golden Buddha's hand yet...
Even though Zhe Liu had the magical ability to hear people's voices, he couldn't hear what the old monk was really thinking.
What is the intention?
Probably seeing Zheliu's confusion, Master Baizhu closed his eyes, put his hands together, and spoke slowly, saying only four words: "Buddhism is boundless."
In the end, the competition ended in a tie between Ling Zhen and Caring.
Buddhism emphasizes the equality of all living beings.
Although Ling Zhen was really angry and even had the idea of peeing on Jinzhang, he still held it back and did not take any action.
The so-called willingness to gamble and admit defeat means that since you have accepted the rules, if you cannot escape, you have no choice but to admit defeat.
Besides, I didn’t lose at all, it was just a draw. At worst, I could just find a chance next time and win a good game, right? What a big deal.
Afterwards, the girl, who was not too old after all, felt frustrated to a certain extent because the speed of the arrow was indeed not as fast as Ling Zhen's.
Fortunately, her mentor Zhe Liu kept comforting her with kind words, and she was completely coaxed and became like a normal person.
The matter ended with Ling Zhen and Guan Caring agreeing to fight again next year if they have the opportunity.
Ling Zhen looked a little serious and talked to his uncle, hoping that in two years or more, when he and he would care about fighting skills, his uncle would still be able to watch the fight.
The meaning of this statement could not be more obvious.
That is, as the son of Yao Ying, Ling Zhen did not want his mother's sworn brother, his uncle, to die in the five-year engagement with Guan Bi.
Ling Zhen, who has respected and feared Zhe Liu since he was a child, sincerely hopes that his uncle Zhe Liu can survive safely.
As for things like defeating the Sword Saint and achieving the same achievements as the Sword God Yu Youcong, they are all too illusory. No matter how valuable they are, they will not be more valuable than their wealth and life!
Of course, Zhe Liu quickly understood his nephew's good prayers and chants, and confidently stated that he would definitely not die under Guan Bi's sword. You can rest assured, really.
Even so, the actual purpose is just to make the two juniors present, a nephew and a disciple, feel more at ease.
Only he knows Zhe Liu's true thoughts.
For the decisive battle two years later.
I have no confidence at all!
If he becomes stronger, Guan Bi will of course do the same.
Five years later, no one can guess what kind of terrifying strength the "Sword Saint" of the Holy Light tribe will have in the future battle, who wants to kill him.
A master at the pinnacle of the sword world who has devoted his entire life to studying the art of shrinking mountains and rivers. Since he is determined to take human lives, even if he wants to escape, he must be intentional but unable to do so.
Zhe Liu knew this very well.
In the next battle, Yu Youcong will not come forward to save him.
At that time, life or death will all be decided by yourself!
Strive for a glorious record of killing the Sword Saint, and create a bright future for reaching the top of the road.
He Zheliu asked for it.
He wants to be known as the "God of Arrows" as much as the "God of Swords"!
For this reason, Zhe Liu, an expert archer from thousands of miles away, is willing to risk his life to fight for it.
Why not die?
There are flying arrows in the world, aiming at death and surviving.
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This time, Yu Youcong rarely came. Ling Zhen and Long He were the only two people in the cave behind the White Dragon Snow Waterfall in Yuxi Mountain.
After the three-hour actual battle ended, Ling Zhen sat cross-legged on the altar, facing "Sword Madness" Long He who was also meditating and resting.
The old man with a hooked nose, who had white hair all over his head and was dressed in a dark robe, raised his head and seemed a little confused. I don't know why this stinky guy named Ling has not left yet.
So I couldn't help but ask.
The old man surnamed Long raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why don't you leave? What do you want to ask me?"
Ling Zhen remained seated and nodded, "Hmm", and without any hesitation, he asked the question straight to the point, "Senior Long, do you think it is feasible for one person to fight against an entire country? ?"
Seeing that the man in front of him spoke quite well, Long He was in a good mood at the moment and said with a smile: "One blade, one country, haha, what a loud tone, even crazier than my sword madness!"
Of course, Ling Zhen heard his teasing meaning and grinned, pretending to be relaxed and indifferent, "Junior, I'm just asking casually."
Long He chuckled a few times, "It depends on how big the country is. If there are only tens of thousands of people in the country, then it doesn't matter. A fifth-level or sixth-level monk can do it alone. Entering the palace and taking away the king's head easily, the fourth-level Danyuan realm may require a lot of effort..."
"What if it's a country like ours, or even bigger than the Jinxiu Dynasty?"
Ling Zhen seemed a little impatient to ask.
Long He glanced at Ling Zhen several times with disdain in his eyes, with a look of contempt on Rao, and with a cold voice, he expressed his conclusion: "Then even the strong men of the Great Dao Realm are not enough to look at. If you go there, you will be seeking death."
After hearing the old sword maniac's point of view, Ling Zhen stopped talking and looked solemn. After being silent for a while, he couldn't help but ask: "What if, at the same time, several eighth-level sword cultivators in the Dao Realm are allowed to take action together and hand over the sword together?" Can a sword destroy the capital of a country and directly destroy the imperial city?"
Because Ci Fa was too exaggerated and absurd, Long He was stunned on the spot and couldn't utter a word for a long time.
After a long time, the muscles on Long He's face twitched. He frowned and said in a low voice: "It's not unreasonable to daydream... Five, I think if I can get around five, I will be ranked first." If the most powerful swordsman monks in the continent send out sword moves to the palaces of the imperial capital, then even the subsidiary city of the Splendid Dynasty will definitely not be able to withstand it and will be wiped out in a very short period of time!"
After Long He finished speaking, he looked at the young man in green robe with a longing look on his face. The old man in black robe chuckled and said in a joking tone: "What's the matter? What are you thinking about? What do you think? "
Ling Zhen answered in three words.
He immediately stood up, stood upright, clasped his fists, and bowed deeply to Long He, who was still sitting on the altar, to express his gratitude.
Then he walked to the entrance of the cave under the stunned gaze of the swordsman.
Pull out the Bliss Sword from your waist.
Cut open the snowfall with sword energy.
Leaving the snow-colored "water curtain", we came outside.
The sword hovered in mid-air.
My ears were filled with the sound of falling water, and there was a constant splashing.
The young man looked to the east alone.
The black-robed old man surnamed Long in the cave was sealed inside due to the formation's targeting and could not leave.
He could only look at the floating blue robe outside with his extremely strong eyesight.
Long He, the giant swordsman who dominated the Dongting area in the past, with the size of "Madman", seems to have not gotten over the sudden surprise.
Because just before leaving, Ling Zhen said three words extremely calmly.
"Want to try."
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Today Ling Zhen and Long Heer went to fight swords alone in the cave.
The white-haired old man in a green shirt with a sword on his back was extremely lonely in the villa. He found a relatively high place and stood silently.
The pinnacle of the pavilion and attic.
Leaning alone on the railing, with the breeze blowing in my ears, I feel even more desolate.
Yu Youcong just looked at the various buildings inside the manor in silence, without saying a word.
Just enjoy the scenery in peace and quiet.
He didn't want to be disturbed.
Because the old man in green shirt is missing his lover who has passed away.
But sadly, his "lover" never loved him even once until he passed away.
The old man with the sapphire sword behind him had a weathered look on his face, and for some reason he began to feel a little annoyed and regretful.
Thinking back to the past, when I was still young, I had read four books and five classics. I had great literary talent and criticized Fang Qiu. One of my works could be worth a thousand taels of silver.
I don’t even bother to climb up to the Golden Palace and be a noble prince. To me, wealth and glory are just floating clouds and dirt from thousands of households!
There is never a shortage of confidante around me.
As long as the old man thought about it, at that time, there were a lot of talented literary women and businessmen's ladies who were rushing to burn incense and tea for him, bring bowls of water, warm beds and quilts, and show their hospitality to hope for a happy marriage. grow old together……
But he doesn't like any of those women who are both literary and bookish, and also pretty and pink. He doesn't like them at all.
Why not?
Reason for not coming up.
If you don't like it, you don't like it.
The old man in his youth, the "Wang Zong" before the accident, had a bright future, as if the glorious title of gentleman, virtuous and rare was destined to be what he deserved!
A sudden change shocked the whole country.
He, Wang Zong, was no longer supported. He fell from a high place overnight and lost everything. He was left with only a life to be hunted everywhere.
Then, in that big lake called "Yu You".
He met her.
At that time, he was not called Yu Youcong, he was just Wang Zong.
And she is not the wife of the owner of the Shenshan Villa, but she still likes to travel with a sword and enjoy traveling around the world.
A scholar who is accustomed to admiring the classics of Confucian sages and sages has fallen into such a state that he is about to die.
How could he fall in love with a sword fairy he had only met once?
And this love lasts a lifetime?
Aren’t they all “people who are negative are mostly scholars”?
Why is this scholar whose real name is Wang Zong so infatuated, loving only one person in his life?
The most difficult thing to do is to eliminate the kindness of a beautiful woman.
Later, the "scholar" who changed his name to Yu Youcong had a self-examination.
If Yao Ying had not saved her life that day at Yuyou Lake, there would have been just a simple encounter between the two, and they would never see each other again.
Then will I still like her?
Or will you still like it that much?
After bidding farewell to Yao Ying for the first time, Yu Youcong took the sword Dayu given by his sweetheart and started his swordsmanship career.
I don’t know if I don’t practice.
After this practice, Yu Youcong, who was still very young at the time, realized that he was a raw swordsman!
His aptitudes are so high that they are unprecedented and unparalleled, and are truly rare to be compared in a millennium.
At that time, Yu Youcong was riding the "Sword", breaking through the realm as easily as drinking water, awakening as casually as sleeping, and reaching the top of his cultivation level could only be accomplished by turning his palms...
Along the way, he saw people killing people and killed ghosts when he encountered them.
Ever since he had a sword in his hand, Yu Youcong has never been defeated. No enemy has ever been able to defeat him!
It was as if from the moment he picked up the sword, he, Yu Youcong, had naturally wanted to become the god of swords, the supreme being who could kill all his opponents.
The three words "Yu You Cong" have gradually become synonymous with "Wu Dang!" through victory after victory!
At that time, the green-shirted swordsman under Zongheng was so high-spirited that he felt that the world was a book written with himself as the protagonist.
I am the person in the book, the meaning of writing this book, and my life will be spent smoothly like this.
If I had to sum up this book in one sentence.
That is Yu Youcong, whose real name is Wang Zong. He started practicing swordsmanship for the woman he loved, Yao Ying. With his peerless talent, he defeated all the powerful enemies in the world and became unmatched. Finally, he became a sword god and stayed with his lover. , wandering around the world, living a happy life of wandering clouds and wild cranes.
But later, he realized that he was not the protagonist.
When he finally saw Yao Ying again after all his efforts, the former swordsman had already become his wife.
The story ends tragically.
The "sweetheart" did not accompany Yu Youcong as a wandering cloud and wild crane, but chose to be a vassal king's beloved concubine in the villa.
Today, Princess Shenyuan has been dead for three years.
Yu Youcong knew that since the day she married Ling Pu, Yao Ying had been prepared to stay in Shenshan Villa until her death.
And she really did it!
He loves her, but she doesn't love him.
Because the person she loves is him.
The companionship of this life is him and her.
And he can only be an outsider.
On the railing at the top of the attic, a pale old man with green shirt and white hair was leaning here, looking far away towards the end of Shenshan Villa.
The old man sighed in his heart.
This Zhuangzi is indeed very large and luxurious.
She should be very comfortable here.
The old man felt sad in his heart.
Without you, what’s the point of my sword practice?
If you had known that this would end like this, then if you beat me to death, I would have followed you shamelessly!
Just when Yu Youcong was watching the scenery alone, full of sorrow and melancholy.
A middle-aged man in Tsing Yi with the color of frost and snow on his temples came to the old man in Tsing Yi.
The middle-aged man in green clothes was suspended in the air, with a big smile on his face.
Yu Youcong, who was very unhappy with this man's smiling face, was quite dissatisfied. He raised his eyebrows and shouted angrily: "Who the hell are you? Get out of here, I'm not in a good mood right now. I advise you to be more knowledgeable and don’t try to kill me!”
The man in Tsing Yi smiled, clasped his fists respectfully and said: "Old Sword God Yu, as a scholar from the Dapu Dynasty in the past, was born as a Confucian scholar, has profound knowledge and is good at the six arts, so he must be able to play Go, right?"
"Play your damn Go."
Yu Youcong's voice was cold and ruthless as he said, "If you keep pushing Lai Lai, I will make sure that you won't even be a human being in your next life!"
The middle -aged people of Tsing Yi were treated in such a tone, but they were not annoyed at all. Legacy is one level? "
I didn't wait for the old sword god to answer or not. When the Tsing Yi people were speaking, they moved very quickly. They took out a clever and light things from the sleeves, similar to the compass.
After asking the phrase "whose Kendo's accomplishment", it added very quickly: "The name of this thing calls the dragon -finding plate", which can indicate the direction. With it Go to the South China Sea Tongdao! "
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Out of the cave of Bai Long Snow Waterfall.
Ling Zhen's three years of "filial piety" for the three years has ended.
