Holding the body in the white blade, holding the sword in the world of mortals. Gongsun Qinglian used the sword to prove the Tao and gain immortality. He opened the gate of heaven and stepped on the golden lotus straight into the sky, turning into a rainbow and soaring away.
It is said that these sentences are the two prophecies left to future generations of swordsmen. As for whether anything has been fulfilled in later generations, there are different opinions.
Some say that Mr. Gongsun is advising people in martial arts to practice swordsmanship, which will make it easier to attain enlightenment; some say that he is admonishing everyone to compare with others and judge their strengths and weaknesses, so as to realize immortality; others say that this is just a reflection of Mr. Gongsun’s life experience and his original intention. It remains unchanged; some people even try to twist it and use Buddhist teachings to say that these two sentences mean that you have to kill people and accumulate karma before you can ascend to heaven.
Naturally, those with the last idea were united and divided by people with lofty ideals a hundred years ago, while the other three speculations have been developed to this day and there is no consensus.
Of course, it won't affect the current situation, and it won't matter even half a copper penny. However, if you replace the sword with a sword, there won't be much difference if you think about it.
The tall man in white robes, with a slightly ferocious face and an eager gaze, used the power of the awe-inspiring force to attract the opportunities of heaven and earth, absorbing the majestic energy, sweeping half of the Sword Village.
A bamboo pole can attract half of the people in the world. More than twenty people were affected by this inexplicable impact and stood up in confusion. However, instead of being angry after being defeated or humiliated, they felt some inexplicable fanaticism.
It's nothing more than swords and swords, fighting against each other to learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses, etc. It doesn't matter if I don't mention it.
For these people who only want to opportunistically steal some great opportunities, in the end, the strong will be respected.
It’s embarrassing or not, no one knows him anyway. This group of people in the world want to obtain immortality and use martial arts to discuss Taoism.
It's just that from the front row of the bedrooms on the north side, a middle-aged man walked out. He was dressed in a gray robe and had a face as thick as a date, lips as if they were greased, and a beard two feet long. He was majestic. Just standing there gave him a sense of style. .
This man walked out of the room, and three people filed out behind him. They were a Confucian scholar, a monk, and a Taoist priest. They were all very old.
The man with gray robe and long beard had already felt the murderous aura in the yard. Now he couldn't believe it when he saw the technique of the tall man in front of him. He sighed in surprise: "Fu Ying Sword Qi Dao?!" After hearing this Yan then attracted the attention of many warriors in the courtyard, but the next moment they were not surprised by the information revealed in the long-bearded man's words, but instead were surprised that these four people had gathered together.
Someone has already made a sound of surprise. Just like the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism condensed into one world and the warriors who purely use martial arts to prove Taoism, the three religions have no old grudges but are indeed a family of the three religions who have never interacted with each other, especially the people in the three religions. There is nothing more than accumulation of incense. The donor, Tanyue pilgrims, worshiped and donated, and many believers participated in the worship.
This creates a phenomenon of secretly competing for opportunities. Naturally, whose family has more incense will have more opportunities to attain the Great Way.
So much so that everyone is well aware of the rule that the three religions will never interact with each other until death. Therefore, the gathering of four families here is unbelievable to many sects or warriors.
Perhaps, it was really because of the recent lecture on martial arts and Taoism at the Zhongyue Jianzhuang that brought them together, which is not a big deal.
Waka Wangyou, who used a swordless style and a giant tornado to disturb half of the Jianzhuang courtyard, was still trying to track Hanyu Kurumi's whereabouts with the help of the remaining qi, but he really didn't expect that anyone would take action against him.
Naturally, it is not a fight. The thin monk among the four people, walking like a dragon and a tiger, has arrived in front of Hege Wangyou with a few ups and downs. With just a wave of the wide sleeves of his yellow cassock, that wave of The vast aura that filled the world suddenly disappeared and dissipated into nothingness. Even the dust that was stirred up when Hege Wangyou took action was also swept away and floated to the outside.
a sound
"Amitabha", before the monk could speak, Waka Wangyou, who could no longer sense the breath of Hanyu Walnut, tightened his eyes. The two scars twisted and squirmed like two winding spiritual snakes, making it even more terrifying.
Hege Wangyou put away his hands and stood tall, just listening attentively, and asked in a cold voice: "Who is it?" The thin monk who came from Buddhism and had a lot of reputation was sincere, he put his hands together and bowed, and said: "Old monk Shaolin Bodhidharma Abbot of the ancient Zen monastery, Song Yan, I don’t know the benefactor..." Wage Wangyou raised his hand to stop the monk who called himself Song Yan from continuing. His ears twitched slightly. The surroundings were far from being as quiet as he wanted. Regardless of the warriors, Walking around or talking, it's all noisy.
The bamboo pole in his hand that contains the supreme great karma, the White Knife Bamboo Gentleman, swung again, and the Qi in his body once again penetrated the body and condensed in his hand, pouring all the bamboo pole into it, and repeated the same technique to attract the mighty Qi between heaven and earth. Rolling in.
Monk Songyan, who kept silent because he had to be stopped, did not care about the rudeness of the other party in not letting him speak. However, the other party once again treated him as if he were nothing, which made the old monk who had long cultivated the purity of body, speech and mind frown slightly. , the sleeves of the robe came back again, but this time they were wrapped around the bamboo pole in Wage Wangyou's hand, pulling him so hard that Wage Wangyou staggered.
Obviously, it was not only the old monk's sudden attack that caught Waka Wangyou off guard, but also the fact that this monk's cultivation was definitely more profound than he could understate.
With his breath stagnant, Hege Wangyou turned towards the old monk Songyan. Although no one could see his entire face, his furrowed brows were enough to let the people around him see his impatience.
He Qingshan, who had long sensed that something was wrong with the momentum, was still dressed like an old woman, but in his anxiety at this time, he apparently forgot about the so-called physical and spiritual balance. With the help of Xiaocha, he pushed the crowd aside and squeezed into the half-encircled circle. He grabbed Wage Wangyou and pulled him backwards.
Hege Wangyou, who was about to ask why the monk stopped him, suppressed his anger and lowered his head to avoid scaring this old friend with his uncontrollable expression. He tried his best to keep a calm tone and said: "What?"
"You can't do anything." He Qingshan's tone was anxious, and he held on to Hege Wangyou desperately.
"You can't do anything here." Then he looked at the old monk over there with a smiling face.
"Master Songyan, I'm sorry." But this outfit coupled with such an expression really gave people an indescribable feeling.
Monk Songyan was very polite. He shook his shoulders and closed the sleeves of his robe.
"Amitabha," he said, "I wonder why you are talking about taking action at Jianzhuang?" Before Hege Wangyou could reply, the old beggar outside said loudly again: "The Japanese are trying to escape." He was alert, and inside his body The breath moved quickly, and Wage Wangyou unconsciously pulled He Qingshan behind him, and shouted loudly: "Hanyu Walnut, you are so timid and timid, it is disgusting!" When the energy burst out, either it was affected by such a wave of energy, or it was just He Qingshan almost fell down after being dragged.
Since he won't get any answer, Hege Wangyou's energy revived. The old monk, who was known to be compassionate, reached out to help the old woman who he saw was having difficulty moving, out of good intentions.
It was Hege Wangyou who was alert in his heart and only expected the other party to take action again. He reached forward with the bamboo pole and pointed it at the old monk exactly.
He Qingshan, who was right in the middle, could see clearly and said anxiously: "No." Hege Wangyou withdrew his hand again, and He Qingshan was already supported by the old monk Songyan.
"Why?" Hege Wangyou asked angrily. The answer was a middle-aged man with a long beard who came over, his gray robe was calm and he stroked his handsome beard and said: "Don't you know the rules of the Jianzhuang?" He Qingshan hurriedly explained: "My friend We came from Fuying and don't understand the rules of the village, so let's leave now." Then he went to pull Wage Wangyou away.
Prince Fuying, who was already anxious, said angrily: "Why on earth don't you let me take action?"
"Talk about swordsmanship, use your words but not your hands." He Qingshan was afraid that Hege Wangyou wouldn't understand, so he answered in an easy-to-understand manner.
Wage Wangyou frowned even more,
"Why can these people take action here?"
"The edgeless weapons they used!" Apparently he had suffered the loss of being invisible. He finally understood why He Qingshan repeatedly blocked him. He took a few deep breaths to calm down the violent emotions in his body. He Ge Wangyou exhaled a filthy breath, and then headed towards The four village owners gathered over there, Mr. Abbot, the head of the village, said: "I don't want to waste time here now, and I would like to ask the seniors not to blame me for my rashness just now." After speaking, Hege Wangyou walked towards the village. The gate, he thought, guarding the gate would naturally prevent Hanyu Kurumi from escaping.
However, contrary to expectations, a middle-aged man in gray robe with a handsome beard said: "Can you please wait a moment? I have admired Fuying Sword Qi Dao for a long time. After seeing it today, I am really a bit itchy. Can you give me a lesson?" Hege Wangyou was worried. He was worried and didn't want to delay any more, so he refused: "If the seniors are interested, can they wait until I finish solving the problem at hand..."
"That's a bad word." An old man in a tall crown, long robe, and moon-white Confucian uniform took a step forward and said with a smile: "The beauty of a gentleman. Your Excellency has come from afar, and we have not fulfilled our friendship as landlords, so we are so anxious." Want to leave?" Hege Wangyou frowned.
He Qingshan said softly: "Tell them your identity and be accommodating." Hege Wangyou obviously didn't want to make such a move. When he thought about it, he was the one who offended first, so there was really no need to do such an overwhelming thing.
Seeing Waka Wangyou's hesitation, He Qingshan added: "How about telling them why you want to capture Hanyu Kurumi? They understand the cause and effect and won't deliberately make things difficult." Waka Wangyou, who was aware but thoughtful, shook his head. , Although my visit to Dazhou is not secret, I can't let outsiders know the purpose of it. If I make it clear, I'm afraid it will cause unnecessary trouble.
At the moment, the other party intends to stop him, and he won't let him leave easily even if he thinks about it. The reason for this is something that Hege Wangyou can't figure out no matter how hard he tries.
Although he was unreasonable and didn't follow the rules, he stopped in time after understanding the rules and lowered his posture. How could he still hold on to him like this?
Little did he know that Hege Wangyou couldn't figure out the meaning of the song after trying hard, and He Qingshan on the side winked at Xiaocha without leaving any trace.
The little girl who looked like a brat rolled her eyes, grabbed the little beggar who had just been frightened by Wage Wangyou outside and spoke indiscriminately, whispered in a decent manner, and explained the matter solemnly. He patted him on the shoulder to encourage him.
The little beggar also cooperated, nodded repeatedly, and then followed the order and left in a decent manner. He Qingshan once again advised: "Let's explain the reason to them, and they won't make things difficult for us anymore." Hege Wangyou shook his head, ignoring He Qingshan who was thinking about something in his mind, and instead turned towards the four important people on Songshan Mountain. The figure asked: "What do you mean?" The old Confucian scholar who always had a gentle smile on his face said: "I just want to learn the sword spirit of your country, how much longer can I delay you?" The old Taoist priest wearing a light gray robe on the side also echoed: "When you entered the Jianzhuang, your Excellency did not obey the rules. We can not blame him for not knowing. It was just a temporary itch. Could it be that I waited for this request?" Aren't you satisfied?" Hege Wangyou just said nothing.
The long-bearded man, who has only been the owner of the village for one year, is afraid that he will change his position in the next few days: "If there is really an emergency, you can explain it, we will not force it." Hege Wangyou sneered and faced He Qingshan said something in his words: "Why do they seem to want to know the purpose of my coming to Dazhou?" He Qingshan's heart skipped a beat, and he shook his head and said: "It's okay to tell them. It's important to catch Hanyu Hutao." Waka Wangyou He leaned on the bamboo pole and shook his head, saying meaningfully: "Qingshan, I have already said that I will only explain the reason when I see the third watch of the night. This time, I can pretend that nothing has happened." He was obviously a little flustered. A trace of concern flashed across Qingshan's eyes, but returned to normal in the blink of an eye.
"What do you mean by this?" Wage Wangyou once again ignored this famous storyteller pretending to be an old woman, and turned towards Xiaocha who had not spoken a word since then.
"Excuse me, little tea girl, can you still send people to track down Hanyu Kurumi?" For some reason, the little girl who was suddenly talking to him tilted her head and looked at Shen Yuan, but she first looked at He Qingshan, and then looked at the four people not far away. There were monks, Taoists and Confucian scholars, as well as a middle-aged man with a fluttering beard, who said in a voice like a mosquito: "I've been asking people to find him." Wage Wangyou smiled deeply, facing the long-breathing San San The head of the teaching family spoke to He Qingshan.
"I said I won't tell you, and I won't reveal anything no matter what. Qingshan, I can roughly guess what you are thinking."
"Waka, I..." The somewhat panicked storytellers were a bit awkward for the first time, and they didn't know what to say when the words came to their lips.
Hege Wangyou chuckled and patted her shoulder casually.
"It's okay, we are friends. But you have to understand that my bottom line is not." The Prince of Fuying, who had traveled far west, straightened up and said
"It's just this once, it won't happen next time." He couldn't see the unnaturalness in the slightly aggrieved He Qingshan's expression, nor could he see the disdain with which Xiaocha looked at He Qingshan. Hege Wangyou took a step forward,
"Let's think about it seven years later and learn the skills of the Zhou warriors." He turned his head at the end, with a smile on his face, and even the two scars that were originally very scary had a soothing arc.
"Remember to tell me something more powerful next time." The aura is fully opened, and the majestic Qi machine wraps around the world and is endless.
"Fuying and Ge Wangyou, supported by Mengpanshan Yejia, have integrated sword energy and swordsmanship into one body. I hereby learn the skills of the four seniors." The gentleman with white sword and bamboo unsheathed his sword in response.
A mistake in the backhand was just a mistake. The narrow thief was split into two, and a strange weapon as thin as a cicada's wings appeared out of thin air.
Hege Wangyou held one on each side, his arms intertwined in front of his chest, and his body was low and charging forward, like a buffalo ready to go. The energy around him was rising again and again, forcing everyone around him to retreat uncontrollably.
"Let's go together, I'm in a hurry." The scars on Wage Wangyou's face were congested with blood, just like two red snakes squirming.
"Two-sword flow, two-player play." The energy suddenly rose up to three feet and three, zigzagged straight up to the ninth level of the sky, stirring up dust that filled the air.
It was obvious that all three members of the family were palpitating. Hege Wangyou rushes forward, like an unsheathed sword, like an arrow from the string, moving forward unstoppably.
The air waves are like a river tide or a huge wave on the sea, carrying the power of heaven and earth and sinking suddenly.
"Running current!" He Qingshan sighed, holding his forehead.
"Causing trouble."
