It would have been a long time before the swordsman had mastered the old style of swordsman, but if he had not mastered the old style of swordsman, it would have been a long time since the swordsman had mastered the old style of swordsman It's just that the Kendo master at that time was really mediocre. Although his poems were excellent, they didn't make many people admire him. A sword immortal who had been sitting high in the clouds at that time laughed and said that if his Kendo cultivation could have half the skill of poetry and prose, there would be no more fans in the mountains and rivers.
Xu Ji is not in a hurry to go down the mountain or pay attention to the things at the foot of the mountain. He is just accumulating strength. He hasn't made a sword for decades. Now if he wants to make a sword, he must die. Otherwise, how can he stop the Lord.
In front of the ruined temple, the statues of Liu Yibai and Xie Lu are full of cracks, but Liu Yibai doesn't care at all. Standing in front of the ruined temple, he climbs to the top with a sword in mind, and the whole person is in high spirits. When he presses the weeds on his waist, the sound of sword is heard from time to time.
He looked at his younger martial sister Xie Lu and laughed, "younger martial sister, this sword is definitely the strongest sword in my life. It's really enjoyable."
Xie Lu nodded and said in a soft voice, "elder martial brother Liu's sword spirit is comparable to the sword immortal Liuxiang."
This sentence, whether true or false, is an affirmation of Liu Yi Bai Mo da.
In any case, it's a good thing to be able to compare with the sword spirit of the sword in Liuxiang.
Liu Yibai laughs and flatters younger martial sister very much.
He turned his head to Xie Lu and said with a smile, "I take this last sword as a gift for Fuyao. What does younger martial sister think?"
Xie Lu nodded, "although it still seems that elder martial brother is not straightforward, it is also excellent."
Liu Yibai didn't agree. He just walked out of the ruined temple. Suddenly, he said in a loud voice, "Li Fuyao, take good care of this sword. Your martial uncle, the last sword I left you, I will take good care of it."
Li Fuyao, who was trying to compare his sword with his ancestor, suddenly looked up and looked at the broken temple.
Liu Yibai, dressed in green, has grass scabbard on his waist. In an instant, he breaks the sword in front of the temple. With a smile, Liu Yibai steals out and takes the boundless sword spirit to the foot of the mountain.
Li Fuyao frowned, ran forward a few steps, and soon closed his eyes.
Watch the sword with your heart.
Although he still did not know who the sword was aimed at.
Liu Yibai, the swordsman, goes down the mountain.
After Li Fuyao closed his eyes, he could only feel a flash of light in front of him. At the same time, some things seemed to float around him. He wanted to reach out and grasp them, but he could not grasp them.
But it felt vague, but it was there.
This is what Liu Yibai did on purpose.
After Liu Yibai went down the mountain, Xie Lu, who was holding peach blossoms, walked many steps to Li Fuyao. She stood with the young man for a moment. She clearly remembered that he was almost as tall as her when he went up the mountain. Now he is half a head higher than her, so that when he talks, Xie Lu has to look up slightly 。
Xie Lu took hands to make a comparison, and suddenly whispered in Li Fuyao's ear, "little guy, martial uncle has gone down the mountain. You should take care of yourself in the future. If you can become that kind of sword immortal one day, don't forget to mention your uncle Liu's name. He is very mean. By the way, martial uncle will ask you again In a word, who is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen in your life
Li Fuyao closed his eyes to see the sword without opening his mouth.
Therefore, Xie Lu just laughed at himself and said, "well, if you acquiesce that the martial uncle is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen in the world."
"The last thing, Li Fuyao, after you see your master Chen Sheng, remember to give me a sword and tell him that if you Miss Xie Lu, you will miss the best woman in the world!"
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After saying this, Xie Lu suddenly turned to look at ye Shengge and said a word to this Taoist. The Taoist stood up, thought for a moment, and finally nodded.
Xie Lu was satisfied.
After turning her head, she went down the mountain with her sword in her arms.
I walk very freely.
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on the menchen mountain road, the temple master walked up the mountain for several steps, and then he felt a fierce sword in front of him. This sword, not to mention the meaning of the sword, is the second sharp sword he has ever seen in his life.
As for the first sword, naturally, it was the one made when Qing Qiu climbed the mountain.
Although the sword was not aimed at Qingqiu, it would not be a trivial matter for a sword immortal to be willing to attack these monks on the mountain.
At that time, the sword made the mountain full of Taoist dare not breathe.
Today, although the sword is still fierce, it is still far from the sword. Although there are some reasons for the realm, most of them are not on the same line.Most of the time, things in kendo are not related to realm.
Liu Yibai's sword is like a spring weed. Although it is not as bright and lovely as flowers, it is still vigorous and tenacious.
There is a colorful River in front of the master, blocking the sword.
But the sharpness of the sword still surprised the audience.
As soon as the sword spirit met the colorful River, he already made the river boil. The Lord stood with his hand in his hand and said calmly, "you have a strong sword. Nothing else is good, but this one is good enough."
Liu Yibai laughs and advances with his sword.
The sword is more and more fierce.
But he was also ragged, with many large and small holes.
The LORD reached out and pushed forward, and the colorful river flowed slowly.
Liu Yibai's weeds finally came into contact with the colorful river.
When the wild grass meets the colorful River, Liu Yibai hands the sword forward with a cold face. The wild grass does not have any radian. After Liu Yibai's tiger mouth is broken, the whole sword is broken inch by inch, which is actually a rather bent nature.
The look of the Lord does not change.
Liu Yibai died peacefully.
The strongest sword in my life has been made, which is worthy of my life.
"Why bother?" he said softly
There is no time to sigh.
The next sword is from Xie Lu.
This woman swordsman, who is famous for his swordsmanship at the foot of the mountain, is like the moon in the sky, peach blossom in front of him, and snow yesterday.
It's dazzling.
After seeing the sword in Xie Lu's hand, he opened his mouth a little helplessly and said with a smile: "Shengge, this child, can give you anything."
Xie Lu didn't pay attention to these things. He just handed out one sword after another.
As for the end, it is still through the heart of the colorful river.
Xie Lu had no choice but to smile and break his sword.
The master's mentality was normal. Both of them were brilliant swordsmen, but in fact, they were not so powerful. Besides, they were in front of Liang Yishen.
Today, the strongest sword in Jianshan still comes from the ancestor.
The Lord is very clear about this.
So he walked on and on.
In the broken temple at the foot of the mountain, after the two statues were smashed, the whole ruined temple roared and collapsed.
From then on, there were no more than three martial uncles at the foot of the mountain, and this ruined temple that Li Fuyao had never entered.
Before Li Fuyao opened his eyes, he was already in tears.
He turned his head abruptly, looked at ye Shengge and asked, "who is that coming up the mountain?"
Although ye Shengge didn't like this young swordsman, he said with patience: "my master, Liang Yi, the Lord of the Shen Xie mountain."
He didn't say that the sage was the first person in the world. Obviously, he was afraid of frightening Li Fuyao.
Li Fuyao was silent for a long time and asked a question, "what is he doing up the mountain?"
Ye Sheng song tilted his head, "may be simply want to go up the mountain to see the scenery."
Li Fuyang frowned deeply. He took out the green silk in the sword case and asked in a low voice, "I want to fight with you. How about it?"
Ye Shengge was not stupid at all. Looking at Li Fuyao's appearance, he thought clearly what he was going to do just for a moment, "want to be angry?"
Li Fuyao did not answer this question, but asked, "do you want to fight?"
Ye Shengge originally wanted to refuse, but remembering what Xie Lu said to her before, she said with a soft smile: "I will beat you into a pig's head."
Li Fuyao refused to comment, holding the sword and waiting.
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At the bottom of Jianshan mountain, in the bamboo cottage, Sanliang, the sword bearers in Liuxiang, Jianxian, and the scabbard are playing games. Sanliang, dressed in grey robes, is suddenly extremely angry, and Si Liang is slightly frowned on his willow eyebrows. Obviously, he is not in a good mood.
"If Liuxiang is still there, I can't even use a sword to kill him in the past and this life," he said coldly
Four Liang didn't break down the stage this time, and agreed: "you this sword, no one can pick up."
Sanliang angrily said, "where is chaoqingqiu? When did Jianshan get provoked by these people at will?"
Although they were at the foot of the cliff, they actually knew the things on the mountain very well. They knew what Jianshan was like now. So now they are just complaining, but not without any psychological preparation.
Three two one to overthrow the chessboard, angry and up, "his mother, his mother, his mother!"
He scolded three times in a row, which showed how angry he was.
Chess pieces from the chessboard rolling, tick by tick in the bamboo cottage around rolling, a mess.
Bending down to pick up the black and white pieces, she said nothing, but her mood was not calm."I'm going to go to Jianshan," he said suddenly
Four two turned around and asked, "how do you get up there?"
Three two bet airway: "climb up!"
This time, four Liang really did not pay attention to him.
After clearing up the pieces, he sat back to his original position and resumed the chess game with his memory. Then he opened his mouth blandly and said, "before someone wanted to take you up, you didn't want to. Now if you want to go up, what's the use? You can't go up."
Three two sit back to their original position, look strange, dignified.
They stopped talking nonsense and just started playing chess again.
After a long time, he said in a soft voice: "one day, I will let these Taoists know that we are the most stupid swordsmen who should not be provoked between heaven and earth."
Si Liang knew that when he said these words, the more he seemed to have that idea.
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just before the temple leader reached the top of menchen mountain, an old Confucian scholar came down the mountain with a bookcase on his back. When he passed by, the old Confucian angrily pointed at the temple master and said, "Liang Yi, you are worthy of being called your own demeanor!"
The LORD did not pay attention to it, but looked up to the mountain, where there was a sword, which was more and more frightening.
After the master, a bright moon gradually appeared.
This is what the Lord wants to do.
The old scholar said in a deep voice, "Liang Yi, do you have to go up the mountain?"
"Naturally," he said
The old Confucian scholar shook his head, "then pass the old man first!"
The LORD looked as usual. He just pointed to the distance and said calmly, "I'm afraid that one doesn't want to."
The old Confucian scholar raised his head and felt the more and more strong sword meaning. He frowned and scolded: "the old man knows nothing about good or bad!"
The Lord of the temple crossed over him and didn't talk much nonsense. He just went up the mountain.
It's just that the sword is finally "late"
the moon behind me and the river in front of me greet this sword.
Xu Ji, a white haired man, carrying the old story, bumps into the Taoist temple on the mountain road. His sword is powerful.
After all, the master's expression was somewhat fluctuating. He said in a low voice, "Xu Ji, how about this sword compared with the sword you used to chop my Shen Xie mountain guest Qing?"
Xu Ji stood down and laughed boldly, "this sword is stronger than that of that day."
The audience frowned, "how much is it?"
Xu Ji replied with a sword, "it's enough."
On the mountain road, the sword spirit was very strong, and the trees on both sides were disturbed by the sword spirit, which was like a strong wind blowing through. Countless trees on both sides of the mountain road were cut off.
The old ancestor Xu Ji has been studying Kendo for many years, and his realm is not comparable to that of ordinary people. Therefore, no one can find any fault with this sword. Even the master of the temple can avoid it and can only resist it.
Therefore, this colorful River met this sword.
The colorful river is not as strong as it was before. After a sword, it didn't have any advantage. The audience even stepped back half a step.
But after that round of bright moon, more and more bright.
The Lord's hands were printed and his mouth was full of words.
The colorful river is full of light. It's an old sword that needs to be more full of sword spirit. Xu Ji's expression is not changed. He still gives a sword and the sword light flashes. Unfortunately, he can't cut off the head of the Taoist temple, but he just frowns.
These two people, one is the ancestor of Jianshan and the other is the first person of Taoism. By comparison, they have not yet decided whether to win or not.
If this is put outside, I don't know how many friars will recollect the power of these swordsmen.
The old ancestor couldn't make a single sword. After two steps back, he suddenly wielded the second sword.
This time, all the Green Qi was entangled on the body of the sword. The rest of the monks were afraid that they would die if they were close to each other.
But this sword was chopped on the colorful River, which only temporarily suspended the flow of the river.
The bright moon behind the LORD was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.
Xu Ji looks up and looks calm.
Whether a sword can be accomplished or not, in fact, I have already had an idea at the bottom of my heart, but if I can't make a sword, it is also a very important thing.
Jianshan can't be disgraced.
If there are countless sword schools in the world, the sword mountain will be boarded by the Lord. It can be said that the Lord ascended the mountain, but he did not press all the swordsmen under his feet. But now, the place where swordsmen are inherited is just like this. How can the temple master go up the mountain?
Xu Ji has no choice but to smile. If it was then, if it was then.
If it had been then, where would have happened today.
It's just not the same.
The ancestor said coldly, "Liang Yi, even if you climb this mountain today, there will be a swordsman who will step up your downhill one day."
"Maybe there will be, but it won't be you."
Xu Ji frowned. "At that time, my swordsman thought that killing people was the number one in the world. Now, although it's declining, it's not bad to use the sword. It's not difficult to kill people."The Lord of the temple always looks the same. He doesn't have the intention of killing people, but after this journey, he only seeks one purpose, that is, to let the swordsmen in the world have no heart.
Only a moment later, he suddenly frowned and raised his head. The sky was clear and there was no one there, but the moon turned a little dim.
A moment later, a voice came from afar, "Liang Yi, do you really think you are the first in the world, and you are not afraid to go up the steep mountain again and break your orthodoxy?"
Liang also looked as if he was "willing to face the sword immortals in the dynasty, and I would naturally wait for him."
Chao Qingqiu's voice was uncertain, "well, if you want to go to Jianshan, you will behead a saint today."
This sentence, the stone breaks the sky, such as the boulder rolled down the river, startled countless waves.
Liang Yiyuan, who had no waves in ancient times, could see a colorful scene in the distant sky after a moment. There was a huge yellow crane flying in the sky.
Liang was also silent. According to the three thousand volumes of the tower, immortals ride cranes and sit high in the clouds. Nowadays, there are no immortals in the mountains and rivers. The nature who can sit on the clouds is just a saint.
Apart from Taoism, there is no other possibility for the sage riding crane.
What Liang could not see was that at the bottom of the Yellow Crane, there was a man in white robed. He held up his sword and soared to the sky. He was so frightened that the clouds around him wandered around.
"Du Gong, are you going to die for your disciples today?"
Among the mountains and rivers, chaoqingqiu is the only one who dares to call saints' names.
The middle-aged Taoist on the Yellow Crane's back is calm, holding a pair of heaven and earth eight trigrams mirror.
Looking at Chao Qingqiu, he just said indifferently: "today you die, I die, there is no conclusion."
Chao Qingqiu didn't say anything. He just pulled out the sheath of his long sword on his waist. It was just a sword. Before it was swung out, a huge sword could be seen thousands of miles around. The sword's spirit was rolling. It was frightening to see it.
Although Chao Qingqiu fought with two great demons one after another, now he is not afraid of the Taoist sages in their heyday.
He stood in the middle of the sky, with an indifferent expression, and countless stars were in his eyes.
If someone else saw this scene, they would know that the sword immortal was really furious.
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