Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 107 Wudang Three Crazies, Little Su Shaoxia

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The invisible and transparent Taiji Diagram went up against the sky, ninety-eight sky cracks were distorted, suppressed by a sword force enough to twist the universe, and began to heal.

From the moment Tianwu Daoist took out his sword, there was only a blazing light in everyone's minds, that kind of sword light was too blazing, and none of the sword moves could capture even the slightest bit of it.

Outside the Moyun Mountains, Su Qinian took a deep breath, and once again saw the martial arts of the top Yuanshen figure. With just one sword, he distorted the world for thousands of miles. Is this the famous "Tai Chi Sword" of Wudang?

It's a pity that he can't understand it. He can capture the truth of Yin-Yang Tai Chi contained in this sword, but compared to what he got, it's like a child playing house, it's just a joke .

And not long after, he got some useful news from the disorderly fleeing team. The most important thing is that the girl has been driving a Chilong chariot, garrisoning thousands of troops, and under the protection of the ranger general. After that, they successfully withdrew into Maojian County from another direction.

The Moyun Mountains were surging, and the strength of Tianwu Daoist's sword was weak. It seemed that there was no end to it, and it gradually spread, and finally covered the entire land of mountains with a radius of thousands of miles.

However, even Su Qinian could see that the expansion of the scope of the sword power was not a good thing. If the sword power was dispersed, the suppression force would also be reduced.

The sword points to the square inch, and the sharpness pierces the heart of the armor.

This is what the martial artist in the martial arts school in Chang'an City said at the beginning. Whether it is the basic swordsmanship or the basic swordsmanship and spearmanship, they are all the same. It is a classic that cannot be refuted even by the Destiny Grandmaster.

Sighing again, Su Qinian started. Everything here has far exceeded his imagination and tolerance. There are top souls here, so he should stay far away, otherwise he will suffer disaster. An unfulfilled wish, it is absolutely impossible to die now.

Along the way along the official road, from time to time, I encountered some people in the rivers and lakes who were in a hurry. All of them had lingering fears, most of them were frightened by the almost earth-shaking scene just now, and many of them had injuries on their bodies, not sword wounds, each This kind of bumps and bumps, broken tendons and fractures, and the power of natural latitude and longitude are far more terrifying than human power.

"Hey, that is the little Su Shaoxia from Wudang Qingyang Peak."

"Su Shaoxia is right."

After all, he is an old man who has been crawling in the quagmire of the rivers and lakes for many years. The habit of listening to all directions and seeing six ways has been deeply rooted in his bones.

Su Qinian also returned the gifts one by one, feeling a little dazed. He once thought that he could live in Chang'an City for a long time, with pen, ink, paper and inkstone as companions, and books as companions. Unexpectedly, in less than two months, he entered the Jianghu martial arts world. Such a bottomless sea has become the Su Shaoxia among the people in the world.

In this world, there are many things that you cannot predict, and when it really happens, you may feel like a lifetime away, but in the final analysis, the road still has to go on.

Choices are not available to everyone.

After clearing up his mood, Su Qinian turned to the ancient road leading to Wudang Mountain. Before he could walk halfway, the whole sky became dark instantly. shrouded.

Looking back, in the direction of the Moyun Mountains, the ninety-eight rifts in the sky have not only failed to heal, but have already been concluded in several places. The corner of the long river of time and space is becoming clearer and clearer, as if it is about to manifest the world. Clear, already showing a little fuzzy outline.

Is it difficult for top soul figures to turn things around?

From the beginning to the end, Su Qinian felt that the Moyun mountain range was full of weirdness, whether it was the burial pit, or the spirit baby sacrifice, and the spirit summoning stage, everything was too coincidental, as if the script had been arranged long ago on the ancient stage in Chang'an City , as long as the characters such as Sheng Dan Jing Mo Chou sing according to the play, there will be no major mistakes.

Wudang, Tianzhu Peak, above the Golden Summit.

In the Taihe Palace, an old man with a thin figure, white beard and hair, and a stooped back sat cross-legged on a futon and snored, with a few strands of crystals streaming from the corners of his mouth, as if he had dreamed of something.

When the monster mist filled the air and seemed to spread to the entire Shiyan Prefecture, the sleeping old man yawned lazily, opened one eye, and murmured with dissatisfaction: "You dog day!" , I can’t sleep well all through the night.”

He stood up, staggered, thumped his waist and eyes with his backhand, frowned and said: "I'm old, I just sleep for a while and I don't feel strong."

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows, and the void in front of him cracked a strange hole soundlessly, and he stepped in, and the crack healed silently.

On the ancient road, the monster mist permeated the scene without a few breaths, and the sky was clear and blue, clearer than before the monster fog shrouded it.

Su Qinian was stunned, and looked back. There was no sky crack above the Moyun Mountains, except for the layer of evil spirit that was still shrouded, which was many times weaker than before, as if nothing had happened before. .

"Three Crazies!"

Without any warning, a roar came from the end of the world, louder than thunder, more aggrieved than eating shit.

Three crazy Taoists?

Su Qinian showed a strange look. Could it be that the myth of destiny who has been out all year round on the golden summit of Tianzhu Peak has been alarmed?

However, it is also conceivable that only such a character can wipe out the evil disaster so simply.

As soon as he arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain, Su Qinian received two strange gazes. The two outer disciples on duty guarding the mountain gate looked at him carefully with unusually curious eyes, until he crossed Jiejian Stone and walked up the mountain road. Say a word.

Qingyang Peak.

The twelfth lunar month is full of snow, even though the winter sun is warm and soft, there is no sign of melting at all, and the air is filled with a chill that seeps into the bones.

Maybe it's hard to see people, but this ancient peak, which was at its peak in the past and whose lamps never go out day and night, is actually colder than the old forest in Wudang Mountain. of booze.

Walking into the palace gate, he saw Qing Yu and Qing Ye sitting in front of the Qingyang Hall without any manners, a bonfire was raging, and a roasted golden wild boar was placed on it. In addition, there was a half-sized The young man in the blue silk Taoist robe is not exactly the quiet valley that shows the fixed peak.

The three of them pushed the glasses over, their faces flushed, and there were already a few empty wine jars around them.

"Brother Jinggu, don't worry, what matters are on the two of us senior brothers, and you will dig out all the goods on Xiaonian's body for safekeeping."

Qing Yu was sticking out his tongue, and the scabbard on the back was empty. Su Qinian looked carefully, only to find that the sharp sword with broken hair was being roasted on the bonfire.

"Haha, little brother Jinggu, you don't know, Xiaonian, I mean one is the same, as a senior brother, you must let him teach you the sword technique, or you will turn his head into his crotch, huh!"

Fatty hiccupped at night, hooked shoulders with the young man, and touched his chest with one hand embarrassingly.

The young man had just turned fourteen at the end of the year and had just practiced martial arts. He was already drunk at this time. Seeing this, he patted his chest, took out a bunch of bottles and cans, and shouted: "Brother Qingye, you are welcome, there is no Zhongpin Yuanqi Pill. A few bottles of the lower grade will definitely not take much trouble, there are still seven or eight Open Heaven Pills here, the younger brother helps the two elder brothers build the foundation to win, and success will come soon!"

"Good talk, good talk!"

Qing Ye smiled, and stuffed all these bottles and cans into his arms. It's been a few days since he saw her. His stomach has grown bigger, and he added a bunch of bottles and cans. Not to mention the pregnancy in October, there will always be six or seven months. of.

All of a sudden, the fat man felt a chill in his back, numbness in his spine, and his drunkenness suddenly subsided by three points. When he turned his head, he saw Su Qinian standing behind him with a dark face, his eyes seemed to turn him inside out. Through a transparent.

"Junior Brother Su! But I'm so worried!"

The fat man's eyes froze, he immediately wailed and rushed towards Su Qinian.

He slapped him a few times with a slap, Su Qinian wiped off the grease on his hands, and looked at Qing Yu, but the young Taoist priest who was still tongue-twirling seemed to have fallen asleep for a long time, snoring loudly, There was no response to Su Qinian's gaze.

The fat man took a closer look, and the corners of his mouth twitched with anger, but after Su Qinian's eyes turned, he licked his face and leaned over, took a jug of wine, rubbed his hands together and said, "It's cold, it's cold, everyone drink Take a few bites to warm up your body."

Su Qinian stared at him steadily, the fat man became more and more embarrassed, but he didn't expect that the next moment, Su Qinian laughed so loudly that his waist was bent and tears flowed down his face.

This night, many wine worms are destined to die.

The sun was just rising, and under the sun, there were still a few wisps of smoke from the extinguished bonfire. Su Qinian opened his eyes, shook his drowsy head, and looked around him. There were fifty or sixty empty wine jugs and earthen jar.

When "Turtle and Snake Technique" was running, it seemed that even the Qi and blood were filled with the strong smell of alcohol. Su Qinian stood up, took a deep breath, and a thick white mist immediately emanated from his body. , as if floating in the clouds, Qing Yu, who also just woke up, was a little dazed.

Afterwards, Su Qinian began to practice the saber. The green iron long saber weighing [-] jin was as light as nothing in his hand. He swung the saber to chop the sun, and the saber fell silently, as if every saber was cut in the gap between the air and the sun. inside.

Qingyu's eyes are bright, this is the first time to see Su Qinian practicing swordsmanship, in the past, they practiced their own martial arts, and no one said much, but today Su Qinian is so casual, he understands that this general The sixteen-year-old junior has made great progress in sword skills.

Not long after, the fat man also woke up. He was taken aback for a moment, then quickly stretched out his hand to wake up the unconscious young man beside him.

Facing the sun, Jinggu squinted his eyes. After seeing the tall and straight figure practicing sword against the sun, he suddenly jumped up, his eyes widened, and he was very excited. (I like this chapter Shibu very much, please subscribe, ask for a monthly pass, genuine subscription is the biggest support for Shibu.)

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