v4 Chapter 374： hungry ghost

Chen Luo stood where he was, but his soul drifted into the dark world and landed on the martial arts.

On the seven-colored avenue that spreads for six thousand miles, suddenly blue lotus blossoms bloom, and the green lotus rotates, wisps of sword energy swallowed, forming phantoms of long swords on the green lotus.

Immediately, the phantom of the long sword issued a clattering sword cry, and in the sword cry, the sound of chant poems came out, like a sword song.

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning..."

"Ju Huai Yi is vigorous and eager to fly, and wants to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon..."

"One day the roc rises with the same wind and soars up to 90,000 li..."

"I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone..."

"The ancient sages are lonely, but the drinkers leave their names..."

"It should be that the celestial beings were drunk and smashed the white clouds into pieces..."

"The gate of heaven interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastward..."

…

A poem after another resounded through Qingming accompanied by the clear and beautiful sword sound, and the blossoming green lotus slowly fell into the colorful avenue, and finally merged together.

Martial Dao Dao suddenly shook, and at the end of the six thousand miles, before Chen Luokai had walked nine thousand miles, suddenly there were waves of sword energy bursting out, and the sword energy spread into the void, as if forming a nine thousand miles. The sword energy in the long rope.

"Eldest brother..." Chen Luo's heart skipped a beat.

Since ancient times, it is natural that the short road merges with the long road, such as those three thousand miles, six thousand miles, and finally merged into the Tongtian Road of the Confucian Dao.

Just like the saying "Wish to follow the tail of a horse and travel thousands of miles away", you can't go that far, but you can follow those horses and let them take you thousands of miles to travel.

But this time, Immortal Lang Fei did the opposite, took the initiative to strip the way of poetry and sword from Confucianism and Taoism, and integrated it into martial arts.

Li Qinglian's poetic swordsmanship has already crossed nine thousand miles and set foot on the long bridge of seeking, but what about martial arts?

Six thousand miles!

Rather than saying that Lang Feixian used martial arts to recreate the poetic way of swordsmanship, it would be better to say that Lang Feixian pulled a long rope on Chen Luo's future road for Chen Luo to control and share part of the pressure of the Heavenly Dao for Chen Luo. .

Taking ten thousand steps back, if Chen Luo's martial art stops at six thousand miles, then martial arts practitioners can choose to switch to poetic swordsmanship, and they can also reach a height of nine thousand miles.

Of course, because Immortal Lang Fei gave up Confucianism and Taoism, he also gave up creating his own way, and focused on martial arts, so if Chen Luo does not become a saint, the poetic swordsmanship will never go far!

It is both a gamble and a care!

If the bet is won, the senior brother will benefit from the honor of the junior brother, and he will be able to practice martial arts and swords at the same time.

If you lose the bet, you will share the pressure of Jiuqianli for your junior brother, the martial arts will bloom, and you will hold the sword to protect the way.

Besides, for martial arts, there will be another major change.

That is, because the poetic kendo feeds back the martial arts, the kendo in the martial arts has more power than other paths. Its power is one point higher than other martial arts.

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All kinds of fusion, but for a moment, when Chen Luo opened his eyes again, the sound of swords just fell in his ears.

Lang Fei's fairy robes fluttered, and he said with a smile: "Junior brother, remember."

"Poetic swordsmanship, not sticking to famous and long poems, but a breath of joy in the chest!"

"What is poetry! What you think in your heart and what you say in your mouth is poetry!"

"The literati have the poetry of the literati, and the common man has the poetic feeling of the common man!"

"Using emotion as a sword is the essence of poetic swordsmanship!"

One of Lang Feixian's hands merged into a sword finger, and a poetic lingering wave on the finger turned into a long sword in an instant.

This is intention, not anger!

Poetic sword.

Lang Feixian raised his hand and swipe down towards the hungry ghost who was a few steps away.

Immediately, Chen Luo felt that the space was divided by Lang Feixian's finger. You couldn't see the sword, but you could feel the sword everywhere.

The sword of love is nowhere to be found, and the sword pierces the heart.

The hungry ghost also sensed the danger, stopped suddenly, opened his mouth and roared forward, the huge sound wave was like a huge wave, and Chen Luo sent out a burst of red dust to protect the ordinary driver.

The hungry ghost's howling didn't have any effect. In an instant, the little ghost was pierced with sword marks, as if it had been pierced by countless long swords. The invisible sword struck one after another, preventing the kid from falling to the ground at all.

Fairy Lang Fei didn't stop, he stepped over Huang Doudou, walked past Mung Doudou, passed Red Doudou, and finally was only three steps away from the little ghost who was beaten into the air, Lang Feixian stopped, and a majestic The sword intent emanated from Lang Feixian's body, and Hong Doudou, who was closest to him, felt a huge force blowing towards him, and was immediately pushed back several feet by the sword intent. Coerced, also flew backwards, did not stop until it landed on Soybean.

Chen Luo's eyes widened at this time. He seemed to see countless flying swords hanging upside down like a waterfall, sweeping around Lang Feixian and flying towards the sky. These were not real swords, but the sword intent in Lang Feixian's heart.

I saw Chen Luo raised his hand, pointed at the little devil, and said softly: "One sword falls to nine heavens."

In an instant, the sword river formed by the sword intent to reach the sky turned its head in the air, like a waterfall suspended in the air, and fell with a bang, hitting all the imps on the body. The little ghost fell to the ground with a bang, and then the sword didn't stop, it was still falling.

"Huh..." Lang Feixian let out a sigh of relief, turned around, and walked back to the front of the car step by step.

"Little brother, can you still see this poetic swordsmanship?" Lang Feixian smiled brightly, "I have entered the third rank for the first time, and my power is a bit weaker!"

Chen Luo swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said solemnly: "Senior brother is mighty!"

"Hahahaha!" Lang Feixian finally raised his head and laughed, and leaned against the frame of the car, Chen Luo asked in a low voice, "Are you dead?"

"It's clear."

"This is one of the six realms, is there any more?"

"I have merged with the Dao, and the Dao of Heaven has sensed it. The sound of the sword just now is the sound of the Dao, and the enchantment can't be closed! Even if there is still, I probably won't dare to come out again..."

As soon as Lang Feixian's voice fell, there was a sudden thunder in the sky. Chen Luo raised his head, and two beams of light, one black and one white, descended from the sky. The space in the sky was like glass with black and white beams of light as the core, and finally shattered. Cracked, revealing the face of rushing.

"Xiaoyao'er is here." After Lang Feixian said a word, he climbed into the car, lay down on the ground, and fell asleep soundly.

A flash flashed before Chen Luo's eyes, and Yun Siyao stood nervously in front of Chen Luo, asking, "Little brother, is there anything wrong?"

"Senior Brother, has he merged with the Dao?"

"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 there was nothing serious.

"Hungry ghost?" Ye Shuyi frowned tightly, "Have you found out the origin of that little beggar boy?"

Lu Changle nodded: "It's a refugee who was kidnapped from Yuanzhou in the north, but if you search further down, there will be no clues."

"Prepare an apology, I will personally apologize to Senior Brother Chen."

"Yes." Lu Changle thought for a while and said, "Master Wuhou's butler Mastiff seems to be buying and exchanging great Confucian treasures for Wuhou all the time. He doesn't care about the utility, as long as it is conceived and raised by Confucianism."

"Why don't you look for it in the city lord's treasury and find what you like?"

Ye Shuyi nodded when she heard the words: "Master Lu is the master."

Lu Changle was overjoyed: "This old man must be well prepared!"

…

After the assassination, the banquet will naturally be impossible.

Go to one of the six paths, and no one can tell if there are five paths. Yun Siyao directly asked Lang Feixian to move into Chen Luo's bedroom, sharing one room with the other, so as not to be in danger again. Of course, she moved next door herself.

"It's not Buddhism!" Yun Siyao's face was serious, "I just checked the corpse of that hungry ghost. It wasn't nourished by the new Buddhist principles, but there was a faint trace of righteousness and holy power!"

Lang Feixian was stunned: "Is it someone from the Confucianism sect who wants to harm my junior brother?"

"The Fang family?"

Yun Siyao thought for a while, then shook his head: "It's unlikely!"

"Most of the previous schemes of the Fang family were provoked by that half-sacred family who has been in the devil for a hundred years. Although the real Fang family is selfish and sour, they still care about face. After all, 'ritual' is the holy way. Besides, with Second Senior Sister and King Zhen keeping an eye on the Fang family, it is unlikely that the Fang family can make this arrangement."

"Who could it be?" Lang Feixian hesitated, "His in-law families? Or other wealthy families?"

"It's hard to say!" Yun Siyao frowned, "Maybe it's hiding evil intentions, maybe it's planting the blame, maybe it's the Buddhism itself playing tricks!"

"However, we have to figure it out. There is only one thousand days to be a thief, and there is no one to prevent a thousand days. This matter has to be investigated." Yun Siyao's tone had a trace of anger. After all, she was negligent before and did not go with Chen Luo on the pretext of refining the blood lotus, which gave the Hungry Ghost Dao a chance to attack.

"Any clues?" Chen Luo asked.

Yun Siyao stretched out his hand, and a wisp of faint green energy hovered in his hand: "This is a trace of righteousness I extracted from the corpse of the Hungry Ghost Dao. Eldest brother, sense it, which saint is it?"

Lang Feixian stretched out his hand, tapped on the green energy, closed his eyes slightly, and opened them after a while: "Sage of Dongjun!"

The Dongjun sages, Cui Hao and Cui Taojian, once participated in the Confucian-Buddhist war, and single-handedly defeated the Six Lords! The world respectfully calls him Duke of Dongjun, also known as Saint of Dongjun.

The Holy Meteor has been around for 3,600 years.

Lang Feixian nodded slightly: "It seems that there may be something hidden in the World War I Dongjun Saint was dragged for a stick of incense."

"It's normal for the Semi-Holy Society to be moved by the Six Path Masters trained by the six first-rank reincarnation bodhisattvas." Yun Siyao said, "What's more, a family as big as the Cui family always wants to leave something for future generations!"

"No matter how you say it, that hungry ghost has something to do with Mrs. Cui..."

Yun Siyao and Lang Feixian looked solemn.

Chen Luo listened to the conversation between the two with a depressed expression.

"I haven't offended the Cui family!"

Is it really that unlucky?

Forget it, I listen to my seniors and senior sisters, Mastiff Lingling just brought back a few great Confucian treasures, so I'll write a book first.

But speaking of it, Hungry Ghost Road and Judge Cui seem to be a combination!

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