As the sword was held in his hand, an extremely simple Taoist charm spread around Qing Xiang.
This is a completely different flavor from any of the three views in the world today.
It was many years ago that you entered the Dao. At that time, there was no mountain and river temple in the world, and there was no lack of one. Even the Qingtian Dao was just a small Taoist temple hidden in the mountains.
What the prime minister practices is naturally the art of ancient Taoism.
Or in other words.
The Tao he practiced was the extremely pure Hangu Guan school.
Therefore, when the Wudao sword from the sheath of Hangu Temple was pulled out by the Prime Minister, the whole person's aura seemed to have returned to the original state, where it had never fallen.
The Prime Minister was dressed in white clothes with plum blossom spots, standing on the bank of the Fengxue River, looking at the Dao sword in his hand that had a chaotic aura and was full of killing intent.
This is something completely different from the impression of Hangu Temple that the world has.
In the eyes of the world, Hangu Temple should be a transcendent, quiet and inactive existence.
But a place that is aloof from the world, quiet and inactive, naturally cannot have the reputation of being the best in the world for thousands of years.
Before the rise of Mojianya, the principles of the world were all in the mind.
Hangu Guan naturally uses swords as well as knives.
To preach to the world, he had to intervene in the fall of Yun Mengze, the witch ghost and god sect, when the great avenue was first born.
This Taoist temple came from the original chaotic era, so it is naturally impossible to clean it up.
So when the prime minister took hold of the sword, the whole wind and snow in the world moved out of the way.
Being unruly means being unreasonable.
The Prime Minister was not being reasonable. He took a step forward on the Nanyi River and disappeared instantly.
But beside Zhang Xiaoyu, on top of the countless power barriers of the Styx that were blocking the advancement of the Mountain and River Sword, a Daowen Flower suddenly appeared.
Like golden chrysanthemums falling on a flat lake.
Then countless ripples spread out.
What swayed was not the ripples, but the Styx barriers that were cut open by the Wudao Sword.
Zhang Xiaoyu's Mountain and River Sword finally got rid of its restraints and flew away with one strike, directly between Zilan's eyebrows.
The man from Guchu who came with thousands of boats was simply penetrated by a sword.
However, neither Zhang Xiaoyu, who appeared after the boat, nor Qing Xiang, who stopped holding his sword, showed any joy. They just looked solemnly at Zi Lan, who was standing calmly at the head of the boat with a blood hole between his eyebrows.
The man who came to life with Yun Mengze just looked at the Prime Minister calmly, and the sword that was pulled out of the scabbard again, but with a completely different meaning.
"You smell like the blood of Da Chu." Zilan's voice was calm, "You are from Da Chu."
Then there was a storm all over the river, causing the water in the river to surge. In an instant, the place where the three of them were was no longer the Nanyi River.
It is a certain river of Styx that exists above the snowy sky.
The Prime Minister held the sword, smiled softly, and said: "I am not a person of Dachu, nor a person of Huangliang. I am a demon."
Of course the minister is not a human being.
"You were born in that land!"
The prime minister still smiled and said: "Where is it that is not the human world? What's more, the human world has been unified for thousands of years. Which year are you talking about?"
Zilan finally sneered, looking at the man in white with the aura of a goddess in front of her, and said slowly: "Then go to hell."
When Zilan finished speaking these words, the blood hole between her eyebrows spurted out the blood of the Styx, and then her whole person became hollow, turned into countless Styx energy, and fell into the Styx.
Zhang Xiaoyu had already put away his sword, carrying the scabbard on his back, with a Taoist charm flowing all over his body, and there were mountains and rivers on earth emerging above the Styx River.
But at this time, in the human world under the River Styx, the sound of singing suddenly came -
Since I was young, I have been honest and upright, and I have always obeyed the righteousness of my body.
The master is so virtuous, but it is tainted by the vulgarities.
There is no way to test this great virtue, and I will suffer from long-term separation and disaster.
The emperor told Wu Yang:
There is someone here, and I want to help. The soul is separated, you give it to me!
...
Nai called down and said: "The soul has come back and left the king's permanent stem. Why are there four directions?"
...
Qing Xiang and Zhang Xiaoyu looked down at the world at the same time.
Countless boats in the wind and snow on the long river stopped.
Those Styx people stood at the bow of the boat holding ancient rituals, looking up at the Styx above their heads, and kept singing.
The power of thousands of Styx rivers comes from everywhere in the human world, not just the Styx River in Daze and Youhuang Mountains.
Even the Nanyi River began to be filled with the power of the endless Styx.
The world is connected by great rivers.
The River Styx is everywhere in nature.
The mighty Styx power sank into the big river hanging in the sky above the wind and snow.
Then gradually, more powerful figures appeared in the River Styx.
This is to call the soul.
Just a spiritual call.
The origin of witchcraft and spiritualism.
But more than that, when the figure appeared in the River Styx again, it was in his mouth that he was also singing the same ancient words.
Whether it was Zhang Xiaoyu standing in the mountain and river map, or the prime minister standing in the river holding the Wu Dao sword, there was some tremor in his soul.
It was as if something was pulling their souls out.
The world of Styx is also a human world.
When the prime minister felt the inviting intention in the wind and snow of heaven and earth, he suddenly understood what it meant.
Of course the human world.
The returned Zilan stands in the River Styx, representing another human world.
Therefore, those singing voices have changed from calling back souls to leading people into the River Styx.
The entire world is falling towards the River Styx.
The Prime Minister took one step forward, but crossed the river and appeared in Zhang Xiaoyu's mountain and river map.
Looking at Zhang Xiaoyu, who was shamelessly borrowing money everywhere, Qing Xiang also felt that times had changed.
"One finger of mountains and rivers?"
Qing Xiang looked at him and asked.
Zhang Xiaoyu was in a daze, but the power of the Styx in those soul-calling sounds was constantly eroding his soul. Dao wind spread around him, and the words "mountain and river" on his robes emitted golden light. Only then did Zhang Xiaoyu wake up. Some, said softly: "No."
So the Prime Minister knew what it was, and stood still in the mountains and rivers of the world, holding the Wu Dao Sword upside down in his hand, and said softly:
"Knowing the male and guarding the female are the streams of the world. They are the streams of the world. They are always virtuous and return to their babies."
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head and looked at the pale-faced Prime Minister standing on the green mountain, and understood what he meant. With his sword behind his back, he sat down cross-legged by the river valley and accepted the Prime Minister's words.
"Knowing the whiteness and guarding the blackness is the way of the world. It is the way of the world. Always be virtuous and not indifferent, and return to the infinite."
Of course, not only the ministers know about the Five Thousand Words of the Green Ox.
Naturally, most practitioners in the world know this ancient scroll.
But there are very few people who can turn it into Taoism.
Zhang Xiaoyu doesn't know how to do it either, but that doesn't stop him from assisting the prime minister in singing Taoist scriptures.
As Zhang Xiaoyu finished speaking, the words spread towards the mountains and rivers, but they were able to compete with the soul-calling sounds.
The two finally came to their senses.
The Prime Minister paused for a moment, the Taoist rhyme flowing around him, and spoke softly again.
"Knowing its glory and guarding its disgrace is the valley of the world. To be the valley of the world, constant virtue is enough, and return to simplicity."
Countless winds surrounded the mountains and rivers, blowing the two men in their white clothes.
Zhang Xiaoyu calmly raised his hands in front of him and said: "Pull it loose as a weapon, and a saint can use it as an official."
With just one sentence, tens of millions of words appeared under the white clothes, and then scattered among the mountains and rivers.
The mountains, rivers and human world are all brilliant.
Standing on the top of the human world, Qing Xiang said softly: "Therefore, the great system will not be cut off."
When the chanting of the Taoist text was completed, he stood on the top of the green mountain holding the Wu Dao sword, wearing white clothes and red plum blossoms flying. The Taoist texts scattered throughout the mountains and rivers finally found their intersection, like a vast river. Generally, they gather towards the ministers.
Thousands of Taoist texts shone with golden light, and the ministers in white clothes who were surrounded by them looked like saints.
Pu San is the tool.
So the saint used it.
Can rule the world.
Zhang Xiaoyu, who was sitting in the mountains and river valleys, raised his hand and pinched the sword technique.
However, the mountain and river sword you carry behind you has not been unsheathed again.
Just like what he said at the beginning, as a disciple of the Sword Sect, he still has a sword.
That sword has been used.
But there are still thousands of sword intents spreading out from the divine sea, turning into countless sword intent fishes, falling into the mountains and rivers.
So the mountains and rivers are like swords.
It’s not a matter of mountains and rivers.
But a sword from mountains and rivers.
This is not the Taoism of Shanhe Guan, nor is it the sword style of Sword Sect.
But Zhang Xiaoyu's sword.
Just like the blade of the sword of cause and effect, the wind and rain of the white wind and rain hang down.
So the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers were like a sword, quickly shrinking towards a certain place, until it really turned into a sword that reflected the mountains and rivers of the human world.
The sword of mountains and rivers suddenly went away, carrying thousands of sword intentions, but it did not fall towards Zilan, who had returned from the Styx, but.
Your Excellency!
The entire Nanyi City looked at this sword in silence.
Is Zhang Xiaoyu going to rebel again?
The Prime Minister stood calmly among the countless Dao Wen. When the sword came, the Wudao Sword in his hand suddenly split and turned into a few Dao Wen, which circulated in the Prime Minister's right hand.
Then when the sword came suddenly, Qing Xiang reached out very quickly and grasped the hilt of the sword. In an instant, thousands of Daoist inscriptions were attached to the sword of mountains and rivers.
So the sword and the white clothes dragged the sword light and Dao Wen across the windy and snowy River Styx.
The wind and snow dimmed again, just like the sword lights falling from the sky before.
Once again, the world could only see the light of that sword.
The soul-calling sounds in the wind and snow are still continuing, but at this moment it is as if they are silent.
Zilan has returned from under the river with the infinite power of the Styx.
However, the figure began to gather on the Styx.
The sword suddenly appeared in front of him.
The power of the Styx, which was more powerful than before, was suddenly pierced by that sword.
With thousands of Taoist texts and sword intentions wrapped around him, Qing Xiang stopped in front of Zi Lan. His face was a little pale, he coughed twice, looked at the man in front of him who was looking down at the sword, and said softly: "Does this remind you of something? ?”
Zi Lan looked down at the sword hole in her heart where the blood of Styx was constantly flowing, and said slowly: "Yes."
Zilan looked to the south and said calmly: "The Wuguishen Sect, which had internal chaos back then, was defeated in Yunmeng Ze."
"But this alone is not enough." Zilan turned to look at the Prime Minister and said slowly.
The prime minister's expression changed, and from the sword hole where the blood of the Styx was flowing, the endless power of the Styx spurted out.
The sword of mountains and rivers, which was composed of Taoism and sword intent, was shaken away in an instant, and thousands of Taoist texts fell into the wind and snow world.
Zi Lan took a step forward and grasped the throat of this man in white who had lived for a thousand years and was fond of drinking and cursing his mother.
"Those who abandon their homeland are naturally the ones who deserve to die."
Zilan said in a cold voice.
Even though the prime minister was possessed of great demonic power, he was firmly held in Zilan's hand.
However, the prime minister was not panicked. He just smiled with difficulty and his lips seemed to be moving. Unfortunately, his throat was held, so naturally nothing came out clearly.
Zhang Xiaoyu, standing in the image of mountains and rivers that remained not far away after a huge consumption, knew what he was talking about.
yes.
Chen Huaifeng.
So there is still a sword coming to the world.
...
Lu Xiaoxiao had already returned to Nanyi City. What Lu Xiaoxiao didn't expect was that Shushu had been waiting by the Nanyi River.
"Nan Dao can be regarded as my friend." Shushu looked at Lu Xiaoxiao and said seriously.
Lu Xiaoxiao was a little exhausted and didn't ask any questions. He dragged Nan Dao and his sword into the boat together.
Shushu inspected Nan Dao's body at the head of the boat.
The boy was lifeless, as if he had died long ago.
Shushu instantly turned pale.
Lu Xiaoxiao also sat silently aside.
In fact, she had already felt it when she dragged Nan Dao back.
There is no breath, no pulse, not even the fluctuation of the soul.
It was as if there was only a shell left that was holding on to the umbrella and refusing to let go.
The two of them sat in silence on the bow of the boat.
After a long time, Shushu looked at Lu Xiaodao: "Do you still want to take him back to Lingnan Sword Sect?"
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the young man silently, nodded, and said, "Take it back."
After Lu Xiao finished, he sat down very tiredly on the bow of the boat, leaning on the wupeng. He took out a penny from his arms and handed it to Shushu.
He just stretched out his hand for a long time, but Shushu didn't pick it up.
Lu Xiaoxiao turned to look over, and Shushu just said softly: "Forget it."
"Why forget it?" Lu Xiaoxiao was a little confused.
Shushu held on to Penny and said calmly: "I thought of something later."
Lu Xiaoxiao didn't ask, just took the penny back.
"Anyway, we are already short of a penny." Shushu said while holding the boat, "No matter how many more pennies are received in the future, it will not be complete."
Shushu may be pessimistic again.
Maybe it was because he had never gotten over what happened with Liu Sanyue.
In short, she did not accept the penny, but lowered her head, held the boat, and headed north of Nanyi City.
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Shushu in silence for a long time, then turned his head and looked to the south at the windy and snowy sky that was slowly receding.
There is a sword in the snow.
That sword was extremely brilliant.
It should be from the Prime Minister.
Although Lu Xiaoxiao couldn't see anything clearly, the picture already appeared in his mind.
An old man wearing white clothes with spots like plum blossoms, holding a Taoist sword in his hand, crossed the world with a sword and left.
So did Nanyi City win?
When Lu Xiaoxiao started to think this way, those sword lights and Daoyun were scattered by the power of the mighty Styx, falling to the world like brilliant snow.
Lu Xiaoxiao fell silent.
Also falling silent was the entire Nanyi City.
That's the prime minister.
People think so.
Cong Ren's close friend, the dean of Xuanshu Academy, a great demon in the world, and a major Taoist cultivator.
What if even he loses?
What on earth is coming from Osawa?
Shushu thought so too.
She is also a demon, so she will naturally be closer to Qing Xiang, a great demon in the world.
So when those sword lights fell, Shushu was also freed from those angry emotions, but fell into boundless sorrow.
But when she was thinking this, someone stepped across the Nanyi River and appeared on the boat head, covered with wind and rain.
Shushu raised his head and looked at the thirty-two-year-old man who appeared at the head of the boat holding a sword with a complicated expression.
Chen Huaifeng.
It's just that the half of the wind and rain in my arms may have dissipated.
That's why he is in trouble.
As if he had walked out of a rainy night, he stood wetly on the bow of the boat, silently looking at the breathless young man.
"You want to see if he is really dead?"
There was a thorn in Shushu's words.
Chen Huaifeng just looked at the boy calmly, then raised his head to look at Shushu.
"It is my fault."
Shushu was stunned and looked at him, wondering why he said such a sentence.
"It was my fault for Liu Sanyue's death." Chen Huaifeng said calmly but sadly.
"Why?"
Chen Huaifeng said softly: "We always thought that Huaidu was sitting back and watching, but in fact, Huaidu has always been in Nanyi City."
Shushu stood there in a daze.
What does it mean that Huaidu has always been in Nanyi City?
"Liu Sanyue's death was unnecessary." Chen Huaifeng said softly and turned to look north of Nanyi City. "This is the most painful mistake I've made in my life, Shushu."
Shushu finally seemed to understand something. He looked at Chen Huaifeng and asked, "What's under the monument of Togetherness?"
Chen Huaifeng looked at the sword in his arms and said slowly: "It's a sword."
"What sword?"
"Lingtai."
Shushu was silent for a long time and said slowly: "Shouldn't the spiritual platform disappear from the world?"
This sword is as famous as Fang Cun. It is the same sword that used to be the two swords of Mo Jian Ya and Zhen Ya. It has indeed been lost to the world a long time ago and its whereabouts are unknown.
Chen Huaifeng thought so before.
But when he sent the curtain of wind and rain into the Tonggui Monument, he realized that he was wrong.
"Perhaps Shenhe had nothing to do back then and wandered around." Chen Huaifeng rambled a little. "Maybe it was the River Styx, or somewhere. He found this sword and buried it under Nanyi City."
"Although no one has said what is down there, we should have guessed it."
"Every time on All Souls' Day, Nanyi City will be suspended into the sky to receive baptism."
"That's not a Taoist technique, but a Jikuo technique."
"The only person in the world who can possess such a mechanical skill is naturally the Huaidu Tiangong Division."
"If this is the case, then Huaidu will definitely leave something behind in Nanyi City?"
"It's a pity that we don't know anything." When Chen Huaifeng said this, he finally calmed down, "We are just disciples of the Sword Sect in the 980th year of Dafeng Li. We don't know many things, so we mistakenly think that we must Use Liu Sanyue's death to make Huaidu pay attention to this storm in Daze."
Chen Huaifeng didn't say any more, holding the sword in his arms and sighing for a long time.
Shushu understood something from those intermittent words.
There may be a sword in Nanyi City.
A sword from the emperor in the north.
The whole world began to tremble.
Just like it was on All Souls' Day.
Amidst the tremors, Nanyi City rose to the sky. The streets and alleys began to reorganize like building blocks amidst the constant sounds of machines, until a broad, long sword-like path spanning the north and south appeared. street.
Then all was silent.
Under the sky, a shadow of a black-robed emperor with intricate patterns flashed past.
It seems to be the gesture of holding a sword.
So there was a sword and went away.