Chen Luo stood where he was, but his soul drifted into the underworld and landed on the martial arts.
On the colorful avenue that spreads for six thousand miles, green lotus flowers suddenly bloomed. The green lotus flowers rotated, and wisps of sword energy puffed out, forming the shadows of long swords on the green lotus flowers.
Suddenly, the phantom of the long sword made a clanging sound, and in the sound of the sword there were sounds of poetry reciting, as if sword songs were everywhere.
"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and flows to the sea never to return..."
"We are all full of joy and hope, and want to go up to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon..."
"One day the roc rises with the wind and soars ninety thousand miles away..."
"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent..."
"In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, only the drinkers left their names..."
"It must be that the immortal was so drunk that he crushed the white clouds into pieces..."
"The Gate of Heaven interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastwards until this point..."
…
Poems echoed through Qingming accompanied by the sound of clear swords, and green lotuses fell slowly, falling into the colorful avenue, and finally merged together.
The martial arts avenue suddenly shook. At the end of the six thousand miles, Chen Luokai had not walked out nine thousand miles. Suddenly, sword energy burst out, and the sword energy spread vertically and horizontally into the void, as if forming a nine thousand mile line. There is a long rope of sword energy in it.
"Elder brother..." Chen Luo's heart moved.
Since ancient times, short roads have naturally merged into long roads, such as those three thousand miles, six thousand miles, and finally merged into the Confucian Avenue to reach the sky. What they want is nothing more than to use the Confucian Avenue to reach the sky for thousands of miles.
Just like the saying "if you are willing to attach yourself to the tail of a horse, you can fly thousands of miles away", you can't walk that far, but you can follow those horses and let them take you thousands of miles.
But this time, Lang Feixian did the opposite and took the initiative to separate the way of poetry and swords from Confucianism and integrate it into martial arts.
Li Qinglian's poetic swordsmanship has crossed nine thousand miles and set foot on the long bridge of seeking ropes, but what about martial arts?
Six thousand miles!
Rather than saying that Lang Feixian used martial arts to re-open the poetic way of swordsmanship, it is better to say that Lang Feixian pulled a long rope on Chen Luo's future path for Chen Luo to control, and shared part of the pressure of the nine thousand miles of heaven for Chen Luo. .
To put it ten thousand steps back, if Chen Luo's martial arts stops at six thousand miles, then a martial artist can choose to switch to poetic swordsmanship, which can also reach the height of nine thousand miles.
Of course, because Lang Feixian abandoned Confucianism and Taoism on his own, and instead focused on martial arts, if Chen Luo was not canonized, the poetic swordsmanship would never be Wanli!
It’s both a big gamble and a care at the same time!
If the bet wins, the senior brother will be able to benefit from his junior brother's glory, and he will be able to be thousands of miles in martial arts and swordsmanship at the same time.
If you lose the bet, you will share the pressure of nine thousand miles for your junior brother, your martial arts will bloom, and you will protect the road with your sword.
In addition, there will be another change for martial arts.
That is, because the poetic swordsmanship feeds back to the martial arts, the swordsmanship in the martial arts is more powerful than other paths. The power is much greater than other martial arts.
…
After a moment of fusion, when Chen Luo opened his eyes again, the sound of swords ringing in his ears had just stopped.
Immortal Langfei's clothes were fluttering, and he said with a smile: "Junior brother, remember."
"Poetic swordsmanship is not limited to long famous poems, but a breath of relief in the chest!"
"Why is poetry! What you think in your heart and what you say in your mouth is poetry!"
"Literati have the poetry of literati, and ordinary people have the poetry of ordinary people!"
"Using emotion as a sword is the essence of poetic kendo!"
Lang Feixian put one hand together to form a sword finger, and a poetic line lingered on the finger, which instantly turned into a long sword.
This is intention, not anger!
Poetic sword.
Lang Feixian raised his hand and made a stroke towards the hungry ghost kid a few steps away.
Suddenly, Chen Luo felt that the space was cut open by Lang Feixian's finger. You can't see the sword, but you can feel that there are swords everywhere, the sound of swords, the shadow of swords, but there is no sword!
The sword of love is nowhere to be found, and the sword pierces the heart.
The hungry ghost kid also sensed the danger, stood up suddenly, opened his mouth and roared forward, the huge sound wave surged like a huge wave, Chen Luo fired out a stream of mortal energy to protect the mortal coachman.
The hungry ghost's ghost roar had no effect. In an instant, the kid's body was stabbed with sword marks, as if it was penetrated by countless long swords. The majestic force actually hit the kid until it was levitated. The invisible sword struck one after another, never letting the kid fall to the ground.
Lang Feixian did not stop. He stepped over Huang Doudou, walked past Mung Doudou, and passed by Hong Doudou. Finally, he was only three steps away from the little devil who was beaten to the ground. Lang Feixian stopped and made a majestic wave. The sword intention radiated from Lang Feixian's body. Hong Doudou, who was the closest, felt a huge force blowing towards her, and was instantly pushed back several feet by the sword intention energy. Mung Doudou wanted to help her, but was knocked back by the energy. Wrapped up, he was also flown backwards, and did not stop until he landed at Huang Doudou.
Chen Luo's eyes widened at this time. He seemed to see countless flying swords hanging upside down like waterfalls, sweeping around Lang Feixian and flying towards the sky. These were not real swords, but the sword intention in Lang Feixian's heart.
Chen Luo raised his hand, pointed at the kid, and said softly: "One sword will fall to the sky."
In an instant, the sword river composed of the Heavenly Sword Intent turned around in the air, like a suspended waterfall, and suddenly fell down, hitting the kid. The kid fell to the ground with a crash, and then the sword didn't stop and was still smashing down.
"Huh..." Lang Feixian let out a breath, turned around, and walked back to the car step by step.
"Junior brother, is this poetic swordsmanship acceptable to me?" Lang Feixian smiled brightly, "I have just entered the third level, so my power is a bit behind!"
Chen Luo swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said solemnly: "Senior brother is mighty!"
"Hahahaha!" Lang Feixian finally raised his head and laughed, and sat on the frame of the car without any support. Chen Luo asked in a low voice: "Are you completely dead?"
"It's so clear."
"This is one of the six paths, is there any more?"
"I have merged with the Dao, and the Heavenly Dao has sensed it. The sound of the sword just now was the sound of the Dao, and the barrier cannot block it! Even if there is still one, I probably won't dare to come out again..."
As soon as Lang Feixian finished speaking, there was a sudden thunder in the sky. Chen Luo raised his head, and two beams of light, one black and one white, fell from the sky. The space in the sky was like glass, with the black and white beams as the core, cracking, and finally shattered. It cracked, revealing its rushing face.
"Xiao Yao'er is here." Lang Feixian said, got into the car, lay on the ground, and fell asleep.
Chen Luo's eyes flashed. Yun Siyao stood in front of Chen Luo nervously and asked, "Junior brother, are you okay?"
"Elder brother has merged with the Tao?"
"Who did it?"
Facing Yun Siyao's series of questions, Chen Luo quickly answered them one by one. At this time, many figures flew across the sky and landed in front of Chen Luo's car.
…
Ye Shuyi received the news of Chen Luo's attack immediately, and was relieved when she learned that it was nothing serious.
"Hungry Ghost Path?" Ye Shuyi frowned, "Have you found out the origin of that little beggar boy?"
Lu Changle nodded: "They are refugees who were kidnapped from Yuanzhou in the north, but if we look further, there are no clues."
"Prepare an apology. I will go and apologize to Senior Brother Chen in person."
"Yes." Lu Changle thought for a while and said, "Wuhou's housekeeper, Master Mastiff, seems to have been looking for great Confucian treasures for Wuhou. It doesn't matter how useful it is, as long as it is nurtured by great Confucian principles."
"Why don't you search for it in the city lord's treasury and find what you like?"
Ye Shuyi nodded when he heard this: "Master Lu can make the decision."
Lu Changle was overjoyed: "I must be well prepared!"
…
After experiencing the assassination, it was natural that he could not go to the banquet.
If one of the six paths is removed, no one can tell whether there are still five paths. Yun Siyao directly asked Lang Feixian to move into Chen Luo's bedroom, so that the two of them could share a room to avoid being in danger again. Of course, she herself moved next door.
"It's not Buddhism!" Yun Siyao's face was serious, "I just checked the corpse of the hungry ghost. There is no nourishment of new Buddhist principles, but there is a faint trace of righteousness and holy power!"
Lang Feixian was stunned: "Is it someone from the Confucian sect who wants to harm my junior brother?"
"The Fang family?"
Yun Siyao thought for a moment and shook his head: "Unlikely!"
"Most of the Fang family's previous conspiracies were caused by the demonic half-saint master who has been possessed for hundreds of years. Although the real Fang family is selfish and rotten, they still care about face. After all, they regard 'ritual' as the holy way. Besides, Second Senior Sister and the King of the Town are keeping an eye on the Fang family, so it is unlikely that the Fang family can make this arrangement."
"Who could that be?" Lang Feixian hesitated, "His in-law families? Or other wealthy families?"
"It's hard to say!" Yun Siyao frowned, "Maybe it's harboring evil intentions, maybe it's framed as a frame-up, or maybe it's just the Buddhism itself that's trying to be mysterious!"
"But we have to figure it out. You can only be a thief for a thousand days, but you can't prevent a thief for a thousand days. This matter needs to be investigated." There was a trace of anger in Yun Siyao's tone. After all, she had been negligent before and used the excuse of refining the blood lotus to not go with Chen Luo, which allowed the hungry ghost to find an opportunity to strike.
"Any clues?" Chen Luo asked.
Yun Siyao stretched out his hand, and a very faint green energy hovered in his hand: "This is a trace of righteousness that I extracted from the corpse of the Hungry Ghost Dao. Senior Brother, can you sense which saint it is?"
Lang Feixian stretched out his hand and pointed it at the green air. He closed his eyes slightly and opened them after a moment: "Sage of Dongjun!"
The sages of Dongjun, Cui Hao and Cui Taojian, once participated in the Confucian-Buddhist war and single-handedly defeated the six masters! The world respectfully calls him Dongjun Gong, and he is also called Dongjun Saint.
It has been 3,600 years since the death of the saint.
Lang Feixian nodded slightly: "It seems that in the battle that year, the saint of Dongjun was dragged away by a stick of incense. There may be something hidden in this."
"It is normal for the Six Path Masters who were trained by the six first-grade reincarnation realm Bodhisattva to be a half-saint." Yun Siyao said, "What's more, a family as big as the Cui family must leave something for future generations!"
"No matter what, that hungry ghost has nothing to do with Cui..."
Yun Siyao and Lang Feixian looked solemn.
Chen Luo listened to the conversation between the two with a depressed look on his face.
"I have never offended this Cui family!"
Is it really that unlucky?
Forget it, just listen to senior brother and senior sister. Mastiff Lingling just got back some great Confucian treasures, so she can write her own book first.
But speaking of it, Hungry Ghost Dao and Judge Cui seem to be a combination!
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