The mountains and fields are full of bright colors, and the city is getting colder at dusk!
The sky is covered with a thin layer of mist, and over Huangwan City, colorful flags are flying!
Three days later, the Holy King of Prison Heaven came as expected. On the city tower, the wine was mixed with mountain delicacies. The Moon King and the Holy King drank one glass after another. The wine filled their hearts with sadness, which made them even more sad. The Moon King couldn't stop sighing, and the Holy King was puzzled. , but said: "The Moon King is having a good time drinking wine, why does he sigh continuously and feel sorrow?"
"Hey, something unexpected happened. The Moon King has something on his mind, but he can't express his pain!"
"If the Moon King has something on his mind, he might as well drink it away, but there's no harm in saying it!"
"Holy Lord, please don't laugh. This king is in trouble because of Miss Chen Yu!"
"Oh?" The Holy Lord looked confused and confused. He looked around, but Chen Yu was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly he heard a woman crying downstairs. A woman came upstairs and said: "Moon King, Miss Chen Yu's wind and cold are getting worse. She vomited The blood is coming!”
"Ah! Get some medicine for Chen Yu quickly, so that he can recover well!"
"Yes, I will take good care of you. Please leave!"
The Holy Lord watched the woman leave silently and asked, "I wonder what happened to Miss Chen Yu?"
The Holy Lord sighed: "Hey, this is exactly what troubles me!" The Moon King drank a glass of wine alone and said slowly: "To be honest, after the Holy Lord got drunk in Huangwan City three days ago, Chen Miss Yu bid farewell to the Holy Lord and returned home. On the way back, a few little devils came out of nowhere. When they saw Miss Chen Yu, they came forward to do something. Miss Chen Yu was naturally dissatisfied, but the little devils started to fight. , Miss Chen Yu was beaten so badly that she was so scarred that she was beyond recognition!"
"Bang!" A wine glass fell heavily to the ground!
"That's unreasonable!"
The Hell Heaven Sage was furious: "I want to see who has three eyes!"
"Holy Lord, don't be angry. Come, come, drink, drink..."
The Moon King hurriedly poured a glass of wine and served it with both hands!
"Hey!" The Holy Lord waved his hand and said, "Why didn't the Moon King tell you earlier? Where are those little devils now? I will kill them now!"
"Is what the Holy Lord said true?" Moon King was secretly happy!
"I speak the truth!" the Holy Lord said angrily!
"Hey, those demons are in Huangwan City. I heard they will go upstairs to snatch Miss Chen Yu at noon today!"
"They came just in time, I will make sure they never come back!"
"The Holy Lord is so majestic. King Yue thanked the Holy Lord on behalf of Miss Chen Yu!" After saying that, he stood up and saluted with both hands!
"There is no need for the Moon King to be polite about such a trivial matter!"
Before noon, the Holy Lord was waiting on the tower. Not long after, he saw three black shadows flashing from downstairs. They came anyway for the legendary Wu Nian Sword!
Like a sudden strong wind, the Holy King jumped down from the city gate! "Who dares to come here and act wild!" Hundreds of steps away, the Holy Lord suddenly exerted force on his wrists and pushed out with one palm. This palm was called "Xuanbinghehe Palm". It was created by Patriarch Bodhidharma. Its palm has strong internal power. Soft on the outside, it is purely masculine. It seems weak, but it is infinitely powerful. There was a loud "boom" and dust was flying on the ground!
"Wow!" The three little demons didn't expect this move, and they were instantly shocked and flew several feet away!
"Go quickly..." Mo Si shouted.
"Hahaha, I'm here, no one can escape!" The Holy Lord laughed wildly for several times. Suddenly, his eyes widened, he flew out a hundred steps, and grabbed Mo San with one hand, only to hear a "click" With a sound, the third demon dodged without haste, as if he was struck by lightning, and instantly fell to the ground. When he looked back, a black figure with disheveled hair stood in front of him!
"Holy Lord... I am Mo San..." Mo San covered his chest with his hands, already seriously injured!
What? Magic three? Did the Holy Lord hear it right?
"Are you from Magic Capital City?" asked the Holy Lord!
"Yes, we are all disciples of Fengcheng Dharma King. Please have mercy on the Holy Lord and let us go!"
The Holy Lord glanced at the three little demons on the ground and was speechless for a moment!
"I still have friendship with the Fengcheng Dharma King, and now I have injured three of his disciples. If this matter spreads, Fengcheng Dharma King will definitely not let it go. Instead of leaving a trail of words, it is better to cut the grass and eliminate it!" The wine is in my heart, my thoughts are surging, let’s just give it up!
The Holy Lord forced a smile, slightly cupped his hands, and said: "It turns out that we are all one of our own. The Holy Lord was blind for a moment and misunderstood, misunderstood. Please wake up, three disciples!"
"Thank you very much, Holy Lord, for not killing me!" The three little demons stood up to express their thanks, but they didn't know that Holy Lord had already held his destiny in his palm...
"Boom..." This palm can be described as a mountain shattering and the earth is shattering, earth-shattering!
Three people were killed instantly!
The Holy Lord slowly put away his palm, only to see a person flash past the city gate!
"who!"
As soon as the word "who" came out of his mouth, the Holy Lord followed the figure and flew away...
"Holy King of Prison Heaven, you are well and safe!"
"Taoist Master Nanchun, stay here..." the Holy Lord said!
"On the first day of the next lunar month, we'll see you in Feique Tower, hahaha..." A burst of laughter followed!
The courtyard is deep, and among the lush forests, there is a hundred meters of open space with several houses. The bamboo shadows are stacked on top of each other, making it look unique under the setting sun!
In front of the house, two old men were sitting upright and calmly playing chess. However, they saw one old man stroking his beard with his hand, picking up the tea cup, squinting and smiling, feeling content with himself. The other old man wore a green robe and had a bald head and a round face. He raised his right hand. A chess piece was raised, but it has not fallen for a long time! "Why is Taoist Priest Nanchun so troubled by this situation?" The old man opposite said with a smile. The Taoist leader raised his head, with a pair of bright eyes. The chess piece flicked in his hand and fell into the box. He picked up the tea and looked at the old man, and then said lightly: "Brother Wanshan, please invite the poor Taoist." It’s just a matter of drinking tea, but what’s the use of setting up a dead end?” The old man frowned and said in confusion: “So, Taoist Master Nanchun also thinks that this is a dead end?”
"The person who plays chess has trapped himself and is living towards death. On the surface, it seems that the opponent has no moves left, but when you think about it carefully, it is full of life. Even if you only make one move, the changes are endless, no matter how hard you play, If you win again, you will eventually fall into a desperate situation and be completely defeated!" said the Taoist Master.
The old man raised his tea cup and said with a smile: "The elegance of tea lies in the person who tastes it. It varies from person to person. When it comes to tea ceremony, I am slightly better than you, but when it comes to chess style, He is definitely not as good as you!" After that, he put the pot in his hands. Fill the cup with tea and start drinking. "Brother Wan Shan once said that discussing tea and chess is not as good as talking about the world, walking on the great road, and the world is public. Brother Wan Shan already knows this very well. I admire you very much!"
"Taoist Priest Nanchun is laughing, how dare I discuss the ways of the world? Now the world is divided into pieces, and I, He Wanshan, am also a part of it. I have a bad fate and cannot escape the troubles of the world. The world is bustling, and everyone is here for profit. The world is poor. The soil is all for profit!" It turns out that the old man's surname is He and his name is Wanshan. He was originally a hermit in Kunming Mountain, but he was involved in a worldly grudge...
"Oh? Brother Wanshan isn't here for fame and fortune, is he?" He laughed loudly after saying this. The old man laughed out loud when he heard this: "What do you think, Taoist Master?"
"In my opinion, Brother Wan Shan is waiting for an opportunity!"
"What He has been waiting for is a dead end!" He Wanshan said with emotion.
"No, the sky is the chessboard and the stars are the sons, and what Brother Wanshan is waiting for is the country! Now, the demon sect has colluded with the evil forces. The three kingdoms of Mian, Yue and Chu are all under its control. The four great sword demons have disappeared. The king of Fengcheng is becoming more and more rampant, and the people are living in dire straits and fire. I don’t know when will the world be at peace?"
"The peace that the Taoist Master mentioned should not be far away!"
"Brother Wan Shan, can you hear about the great victory in Peach Blossom Forest a year ago?"
"Oh?" He Wanshan said solemnly: "I would like to hear the details!" Taoist Master Nanchun said slowly: "Ao Xiaoshuang of the Demon Realm was originally the great disciple of Shui Qingqian, the King of Sword Demons. Shui Qingqian due to his old age As he was already high, he considered inheriting the sword position, so he held a demon world martial arts competition on August 15th. Among them, the one with the highest martial arts inherited the demon position and was given the Wu Nian Sword! At that time, the four sword demons were in clear water and at dusk. Xie Qianji and Qu Zhonglijun sent their disciples to participate in the battle. In the end, Shui Qingqian's disciple Ao Xiaoshuang and Chu Huanghuang's disciple Pei Yuan fought for 800 rounds without a winner, so they agreed to fight again the next day, and the moon was full that night. At night, Shui Qingqian couldn't fall asleep because of thinking about it, so he passed the last trick of the secret book "One Step, Ten Days of Laughter" to Ao Xiaoshuang. The next day, Ao Xiaoshuang used the trick of stealing the sky and changing the sun to win with one sword. , but when the sword demon was about to teach him the sword, Dharma King Fengcheng fell from the sky. The Wu Nian Sword was wrapped in silk and yellow brocade, and he snatched it away. Shui Qingqian hurriedly led his disciples to chase him, and Dharma King fled to the peach blossom forest. , Unexpectedly, a masked man appeared in the forest and blocked the way. This man had profound skills and was defeated by Dharma King. He abandoned his sword and ran away. Wu Nian Sword was recovered. Shui Qingqian was very happy, but when he took it back and opened the Huang Jin, he found that I was dumbfounded, there was actually a piece of peach wood inside! The next day, Ao Xiaoshuang disappeared, and the world spread rumors that the Wu Nian Sword fell into the hands of a masked man. This was the Peach Blossom Forest victory that shocked the martial arts world a year ago!"
"Has Brother Wan Shan seen the masked man in the peach blossom forest?"
Taoist Priest Nanchun looked at He Wanshan's face and suddenly asked slowly word by word!
He Wanshan's forehead buzzed after hearing this. In fact, he already knew it, but he deliberately glanced at Taoist Priest Nanchun. By chance, Taoist Nanchun was also looking at him, and He Wanshan met his eyes. Looking away, he pretended to be calm and said: "Have this masked man ever shown his face before? I'm afraid no one cares about it and no one knows about it!"
"Someone knows!" Taoist Master Nanchun seemed to be waiting for him to finish his words, and immediately answered him firmly!
"Brother Wanshan, don't you want to know who the masked man is?" Taoist Master Nanchun said with a smile.
"Who?" He Wanshan seemed to want to know the result. As soon as the word "who" was spoken, he waited for a reply, but this time the Taoist priest's answer was not as quick as he thought.
He Wanshan glanced at him again and said, "I have heard that Nanchun Dao Changsheng was called Xuanjizi, so I naturally know who this masked man is?"
"Hahahaha..." The Taoist Master laughed after hearing this: "How can there be such a magical person in this world? I'm afraid Nanyang Zhuge can't do it!"
"Master Nanchun is too modest!"
Taoist Master Nanchun picked up the tea cup and said: "When people are in this world, everything is like tea. The tea will become cold after a long time, and there is no need to mention it after it has passed. Hahaha..."
"What Master Nanchun said makes sense, He admires it!"
"But..." Taoist Master Nanchun softened his tone and said, "It's not difficult at all to guess the name of the masked man!"
"Oh?" He Wanshan was surprised again!
Taoist Master Nanchun smiled and said: "It has always been said that people cannot tell the secrets of heaven, and the secrets cannot be leaked. The masked man refuses to show his face. He has his own reasons for not showing up. Why should the world be more suspicious? It's just that the Wu Nian Sword has been found. Wan Nian Sword has been found. Brother Shan, can you hear this?"
"Oh, really? He is all ears!"
"The Wu Nian Sword is now in the hands of the four great sword demons!"
"Is that true?" He Wanshan asked in horror.
Taoist Priest Nanchun glanced at him: "King Fengcheng ordered that the divine sword be taken back within seven days!"
"Taoist Master Nanchun is indeed very sane and has an ear for all directions..."
The two praised each other for a long time, and then drank tea separately.
The sky was gloomy. Taoist Master Nanchun stood up and looked into the distance. Then he cupped his hands and said to He Wanshan, "It's late today. I'll take my leave. Brother Wanshan, take care!" He Wanshan also stood up, cupped his hands and said in return: "What the Taoist Master said, He Sheng has been studying for ten years, please come and reminisce!"
"Hahaha, you are just talking nonsense. Please forgive me for any inappropriateness. Let's just say goodbye. See you later."
"Okay, see you later, Taoist Master, please..."
After Taoist Priest Nanchun left, He Wanshan's face darkened: This Taoist Priest is indeed not simple. His words are full of twists and turns, and his words are hidden. Others may not know the meaning and overtones of this song, but I, He Wanshan, Still don’t understand?
