Wei Jie conjured up a pot of craft wine from nowhere, and after just a few sips, Ying Chun grabbed it and drank most of it.
Wei Jie, who felt sorry for the drink, sighed and took back the flask, holding it with both hands, taking a sip and smacking his tongue a few times, feeling endless aftertaste.
Wei Jie lowered his eyebrows and said, "Oh, Sister Su even complains about me for drinking too much. Sometimes she really feels annoyed, so she feels comfortable outside, no one cares about her, and she can do whatever she wants."
After taking a few gulps of sake, the mood of the old man surnamed Ying seemed to have improved a lot. Ying Chun narrowed his eyes with a smile and pointed at the henpecked Qinglong Sword Immortal, "I wish I had a daughter-in-law who could take care of him." Don’t care about me, you are such a blessing in disguise!”
Wei Jie took another sip, and then said: "This battle in the sand forest is quite interesting, and it is quite enjoyable to watch. I say, old man, other things that are clear and watery are very boring. , can we not release it? It’s boring. Even if you watch it, it’s of no use. I don’t like it.”
Ying Chun chuckled coldly and reprimanded: "To view the Tao, you must observe both the main road and the small road. You Biqing Sanren have lived for so many years, don't you even understand this simplest truth? You have to look at those life-and-death moments, the life-and-death fights that will decide you in a moment, and you can't look at other details of human nature that can be seen in a subtle way? The latter is the truly valuable thing!"
Wei Jie twitched the corner of his mouth, "Senior Ying, that's not the case. I understand the truth. The main reason is... I want to watch something exciting in the middle of the night, otherwise I will easily get sleepy."
Ying Chun narrowed his eyes and turned to Zhuge Jielu, the great human emperor, and asked: "What did the principal say? Do you think the progress can be accelerated or some details can be omitted?"
Zhuge Jielu smiled and nodded, "Actually, it doesn't matter to me. After all, I have been sitting in this bright cave for a thousand years. No matter how much time I have, I have already survived. The progress of observing Taoism may be faster or faster. Don’t worry, it doesn’t have much to do with me. But since Little Friend Wei has spoken, and the so-called visitor is a guest, Teacher Ying, as a member of our host, you should just obey him."
The dark and gaunt old man pursed his lips, said "hmm", waved his hands, and said casually: "Forget it, since the principal has said so, then I will... do this."
I saw that the flow of time in the Frost Blade Gui Ruins accelerated again.
Those in the midst of it may not even notice.
I can't see the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain.
Father, like son.
But if you stand outside Guixu and look inside, you will feel a sense of "speed and lightning".
It’s even easy to express emotion.
Time flies by like a fleeting moment!
Or, some things that seem far away can happen in a blink of an eye.
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King Yan Zhou Di was dumbfounded. He suddenly stood up and slapped the case, shouting angrily at the person in front of him: "You say that again?!"
The old Celestial Master in yellow robes who was in charge of the Shuntian City's Great Jiao was so trembling that he didn't dare to raise his head and look directly into the eyes of the vassal king. His voice was so low that it was hard to hear clearly, "Your Majesty, I'm a poor man, and there are three thousand six hundred seats." The incense offered at the altar was... stolen at least one-third!"
Zhou Di, the old vassal king who was sitting in Chengzhou, was so angry that his eyes were straight. After a long while, he slowly forced out a sentence from his mouth: "In this world, there are really people who dare to take a piece of God's bowl..."
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"Great job Taiqing!"
Zhou Ying, the king of Ning in the fiefdom of Huizhou, clapped his hands and applauded, "That old Taoist has lived up to my high hopes. He is really capable... huh? What did you say?"
The subordinate official who came to report moved his lips slightly at this time, lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Back to your lord, according to accurate information, Taiqing, the master of Shoude Temple, is now dead. Now, there is a man named Hanxu. The Taoist priest is in charge of the Taoist temple."
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A brand new portrait has been hung in the Patriarch Hall of Shoudeguan in Huizhou.
That hanging statue was placed second only to the Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty in an extremely unruly manner!
The person who made this request acted willfully and expelled all the believers who had objections from the mountain.
Among them, there are actually several of his direct disciples from the same sect.
The one painted in the portrait is Taiqing, the former master of Shoude Temple.
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Evil comes to the mountain.
Inside the mountain, there are two secret caves full of spiritual energy: "Shihai" and "Bingfeng".
It is said that the Buddhist treasures in Shihai Cave are long, and the Dao Qi flows freely in Bingfeng Cave, which is full of opportunities.
They are both rare and precious places for cultivation in the world!
Later, the two mysterious caves were completely sealed by an unknown Confucian master who used sage methods and the "awe-inspiring Qi" that transcends heaven and earth.
Not to mention the entrance of the cave, even the mountain roads leading to the two secret realms have become as rugged and winding as a maze, with no entry and no trace.
Even if people in the world are willing to explore and enter caves, they often can only find a dark place. They will have no way to explore until they die, and they will have no way to climb mountains.
On this day, a burly Taoist priest with an extremely ferocious face, like a ghost, and a purple mahogany sword in his hand arrived at Elai Mountain.
With the steaming white thick fog, he opened the mountain with his sword.
Successfully destroyed the Haoran Qi, broke the two seals that had been hidden for many years, found the two secret caves of Shihai and Bingfeng, entered them, and began to practice.
Collect the spirit of heaven and earth and absorb the energy of all things.
"Collecting spirits and absorbing qi" is one of the fundamental principles of spiritual practice.
Ancient books record that when Taoist ancestors traveled to Hangu Pass, there was purple energy coming from the east.
That ugly Taoist with a strong body spent three days to absorb all the Taoist spiritual essence in Bingfeng Cave, and then walked alone to another Shihai Cave with abundant Buddhist Qi.
The whole body is filled with bright red and purple true energy, which is sacred and dazzling. It can destroy everything with a flick of the finger and kill all living beings!
Just like the old master riding a bull to pass the test.
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Hanxu, the master of Shoude Guan, was in retreat for less than seven days before he successfully came out of the retreat.
There are twin caves of Stone Sea and Bingfeng, and not a single drop of spiritual energy is left in the cave.
The day of departure.
Taoist Hanxu and the giant monk with only his left arm and no golden ingot of divine sword beside him.
A fight similar to that between the "Buddhist and Taoist" families began.
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"If it hadn't been for... Huhu, if I hadn't lost my Buddhist golden body... you would definitely not be able to hurt me with your demonic ways!"
Situ Zhuxiang, who was holding a long beheading knife in his left hand, knelt on one knee and leaned on the ground with the knife in his hand as a support. He was panting and breathing abnormally.
He looked very miserable.
The Taoist opposite was as tall as a beast and wore the highest grade Xuanmen robe.
Everywhere in his body was covered with the purple-red Qi that he named "Tai Shang Xuan Po".
Hanxu, who looks like an immortal or a god, holds a mahogany sword upside down and stands majestically in front of the fat monk.
Hanxu looked down at Situ Zhuxiang with contempt in his eyes, who had suffered severe internal injuries and could no longer even stand up.
The Taoist priest sneered and said: "Abbot Fudo of Thousand Buddha Temple, is he your master? Do you know that I once fought with your master, and the old monk never hurt me at all! It didn't work that time, If I were to fight him now, the result would be the same, whether I have a majestic body or not, there is not much difference."
Situ Zhuxiang just thought he was talking nonsense, and tried to adjust his breath, silently operating the inner energy of the world.
He was looking for a way to win without thinking about the implication of this ugly Taoist's words.
Hanxu seemed to be unhappy, curled his lips, widened his eyes, and said sternly: "Monk, don't you understand what I said?! What I mean is that now my Taoist Supreme Soul is comparable to that of Oriental White Sandalwood His majesty and physique are comparable to those of others, and I, with my longevity, virtue and outlook on life, am no less than a hero like Dongfang Baitan!"
Situ Zhuxiang was over a foot tall, even when he was kneeling on the ground, he was still very tall.
He shook his head and sneered: "Ah, you thief of Taoism, no matter how strong your body is, no matter how high your Taoism is, you are still just a low-class demon, and you still dare to call yourself a 'hero'... just you..." match?"
As he spoke, Situ Zhuxiang, who had recovered enough strength, raised his sword with one arm and slowly stood up from the ground.
He spat a mouthful of blood on the ground.
The eyes of Situ Zhuxiang were full of ferocity and murderous intent.
Hanxu raised his head slightly, narrowed his eyes, and looked at this bearded monk who had almost never observed any Buddhist precepts and was originally a bandit.
The Taoist priest, who was dressed in a very mysterious purple spirit, grinned and said with a smile: "Can you still stand up? It seems that he is not too useless."
The voices of the Situ ministers suddenly rose, like thunder, and their momentum was like a rainbow. They shouted angrily at the sword-wielding Taoist in front: "Dog, thief, give me your life!"
Holding the beheading knife high.
The sword struck down with all its strength.
He slashed at Hanxu's head, Tianling Gai.
