Following the civil war, Yingzong was imprisoned.
A group of loyal people headed by Yu Qian are supporting the people of the world and carrying the country on their shoulders.
But in the end, he took over the power and bullied his superiors, causing the emperor and his ministers to be in disorder and the emperor to be disqualified.
Since then, some court officials have gradually become wanton and controlled the government's agenda, so that now both the government and the public have formed cliques for personal gain and administered the government on behalf of heaven.
The emperor lives in the palace, his government does not have purple gold, and his orders are not limited to hundreds of officials.
Under the party struggle, the princes of Jinluan and Gonggun completely forgot about Yu Shaobao's feelings of valuing benevolence and pursuing righteousness, worrying about his country and forgetting his family.
Just for their own selfish interests, they wantonly resort to the power of heretics and ghosts to eliminate dissidents and fight against dissidents.
Nowadays, due to natural disasters and man-made disasters, complaints are everywhere and the world is in a state of uproar.
The yin and yang are also disturbed, demons and ghosts appear everywhere, and celestial phenomena occur frequently.
"Sigh, I don't know how long this world can last."
Every time she said this, Yan Chixia couldn't help but sigh.
He also longed for his loyal king, but he had no way to serve his country, so he was angry and abandoned his fame to travel around the world.
Having seen so many of these scandalous things, I want to kill all injustices in the world with the flying sword in my palm.
But injustice in this world is not just an isolated case, so how can it be eradicated?
Now I am exhausted and ready to find a place to rest.
"Although I have the intention to support the building that is about to collapse, I want to save the people from hanging upside down.
However, the world is not peaceful and there is no way to seek retribution. What can I do?
What can I do? "
After sighing, Yan Chixia stretched out her hand and folded down three feet of green bamboo from the side. She squeezed the sword in her hand and danced like a dragon.
Zhuo Ran roared and said: "If you don't want to stay in the world of mortals for a long time, why not ride on a crane and ride on the wind!"
Abandoning fame and fame is like floating clouds, being free and at ease and becoming an immortal! "
Suddenly the green leaves were flying, the wind was turning, the lotus stands were frequent, and the green lotus was swaying.
There are figures in the courtyard, sword energy rising into the sky, and green light shining.
"well!"
Lingqing also sighed when he saw this.
Based on Yan Chixia's ability, she should have made great achievements.
Although he is living in the world now because of his character, it also shows that in today's world, it is difficult to achieve what one wishes.
He asked himself that he did not have the means to maneuver both sides, build bridges across the ocean, and sort out the turmoil, so he did not dare to think about supporting the dragon and setting the cauldron, and reorganizing the country.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
I can only find a mountain to hide like now, cultivate my own way, and save myself.
Seeing that although Yan Chixia said she was relieved, the bamboo sword in her hand was dancing more and more fiercely, and the anger in her heart was building up.
So he shook the dust in his hand and stepped forward.
"Brother Yan, how can you have fun dancing alone? How about dancing with Pindao?"
As he said this, he used the meaning of a white ape climbing a branch, circled the dust in his hand, and the dust silk disk turned to the bamboo sword in Yan Chixia's hand.
"Well done! Then let's ask the Taoist priest to taste the swordsmanship of a certain family!"
Yan Chixia's eyes lit up when she heard this, she shouted loudly, and the bamboo sword in her hand followed the curl of the spirit green whisk.
I saw the green shadow flash, and the sword came out. Then the sword was slightly withdrawn, and it stabbed out suddenly, going straight to the Shenmen point on Lingqing's wrist.
The spirit is the Qi; the door is the door for entry and exit.
Shenmen is an important point on the Shaoyin Heart Meridian of the hand. Once it is stabbed, the Qi and blood are lost, and the entire palm immediately becomes weak and cannot exert any strength.
But this divine gate is not a fatal point. Those who seek this place mostly want to surrender their weapons.
And once the weapons are lost, the victory or defeat will naturally be determined.
This is also the reason why Yan Chixia fought most of her fights in the past to win. Even though she knew it was just a sparring match, she still subconsciously came for a big victory.
"How can it be as you wish!"
Ling Qing laughed loudly, twisted his wrist and shook it, avoiding the edge of the sword and wrapping the scattered dust threads around the bamboo sword again.
Then, when its old strength is about to be exhausted and new strength has not yet been generated, it suddenly exerts force and pulls.
Yan Chixia laughed when she saw it pulling. She lifted her foot a little in the air, borrowed three points of force out of thin air, and thrust the bamboo sword forward.
After slowing down a little bit, he will use all his strength to take it back.
"so what……"
However, as soon as he exerted his strength, he felt that the bamboo sword was like a piece of raw stone and could not be snatched away.
"Is it what you want?" The words haven't been uttered yet.
It got stuck in his throat and his face turned red from holding it in.
Ling Qing smiled in his heart, he had the power of nine bulls and two tigers, how could he be shaken so easily.
"Hey~"
Then he exhaled loudly, swung the whisk back in his hand, and pulled him and his sword together as easily as reeling silk.
Then with a shake, he let go of the bamboo sword, and with a sound of breaking through the air, he drew it towards Yan Chixia's chest and abdomen.
In the crisis, Yan Chixia spun her body and flew up in mid-air like a top, dodging the whisk.
The bamboo sword in his hand swung down smoothly, like an antelope hanging its horns, like a rainbow in the sky, and stabbed towards the center of Lingqing's eyebrows.
Ling Qing crouched like a bear and dodged the sword. With his hands like an ape climbing, the whisk drew an arc in front of him and then wrapped around the bamboo sword.
At the same time, his left foot was like a white crane wading in the water, and his right foot was like a deer looking forward, kicking towards Yan Chixia's face.
Yan Chixia shook the bamboo sword in her hand and avoided the fly whisk.
At the same time, a palm was slapped on Lingqing's feet, and he floated up again with the help of the force of the shock.
He turned back and placed his feet on the fence of the lotus pond. He couldn't help but shake his numb palms and praised.
"The Taoist priest is very strong, and a certain family can't compare with him.
But let’s look at a certain flying skill? "
As he spoke, he dodged his body and rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into eight figures, attacking from all directions.
"Pindao happens to have a few quick movements, please give Brother Yan a try."
After Ling Qing finished speaking, he lowered his body and descended the mountain like a tiger.
"Hoo~~"
The sky split like a tiger roaring, and an afterimage instantly pulled out and rushed towards the figure directly in front.
The five fingers of the left hand pinched the claws to form a seal, like a white ape offering fruit, and patted it towards his chest.
With a pop, the figure twisted and turned into a mirage and disappeared.
At the same time, a sword edge struck from the rear left.
Like a frightened deer, Ling Qing moved his legs and feet slightly and dodged away.
He twisted his body and whipped the whisk in his hand with a hissing sound of blowing away the air.
Phew~
There was another soft sound, and the figures dispersed.
Before he could make another move, he saw a branch of green bamboo pressed against his throat.
The sharp sword energy on it made his hair stand on end.
Ling Qing was stunned. He knew that he would definitely not be Yan Chixia's opponent based on martial arts alone.
After all, the Sword Immortal is good at killing, and he uses real swords and guns to fight with his life.
Compared to myself who has only a few hands-on experiences, it is naturally much more powerful.
I just didn’t expect that I would lose as soon as someone took it seriously.
"Brother Yan is brilliant!"
Ling Qing praised it, then swung his whisk to sweep away the bamboo sword in front of him, and then attacked it with another swipe.
But this time it was not as sharp as before, more like asking for advice.
After all, if you don't ask for advice from such a powerful and experienced master, why are you still waiting for the enemy to teach you?
"The Taoist priest is also extraordinary."
Yan Chixia praised, turned her bamboo sword around, and pointed at the flaw in Ling Qing's move.
This time, the two no longer care about winning or losing, they just learn from each other.
Tossing and turning, he danced on the lotus pond using his light body skills.
The sword comes and goes, using whimsical thoughts to fight among the flowers and leaves.
For a while, everyone gained something.
