Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 186

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Inside the Qingyang Palace.

Fatty stood in front of the hall, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Practicing martial arts is a personal matter. What I choose is what I really want," the young man Jinggu said without giving in. "I don't like swords, I only love knives. I don't care if I teach you everything, I don't seek to prove the Dao Primordial Spirit, I just want a heart that is free from hindrances, and it's fun."

"Happy and happy?" The middle-aged deacon from Xianding Peak showed displeasure, and scolded again, "The road to martial arts is so bumpy and thorny, why do you have a happy heart? Junior brother, you have excellent talent and understanding, and you don't seek to prove the way when you practice martial arts Yuanshen, slaying demons and demons, what is the use of this body of force? Junior brother, you seem to be going astray, without Fengshuangxuejian, how can there be ten miles of plum blossoms!"

Jinggu was unmoved at all, and said: "Practicing martial arts and seeking to prove the Tao is also a must. Of course, killing demons and demons is my duty in the righteous way, but..."

After pondering for a while, Jinggu paused every word, and said solemnly: "Don't take it from the sword, only ask it from the knife!"

"Bullshit!"

The middle-aged deacon finally showed a trace of anger, and shouted: "What do you know! I can tell you that more than seven hundred and seventy years ago, there was a peak master in Qingyang Peak who did not practice the "Qingyang Sword" of Zhenfeng. "Xiu Ming Knife" obeyed the fate in his hands, so as to get involved in the power of fate, even when he was sitting in the gate of Wudang Mountain, he suddenly slashed with a knife, the light of the knife traversed three thousand miles, and he would hide in Zhuxi County in the prefecture for life. A North Sea demon king was smashed to pieces, and his soul was scattered, but at that time, he still hadn't proved the primordial spirit."

"what!"

Jinggu let out a low snort. He knew everything about Qingyang Peak. This was recorded in the local annals of Shiyan Prefecture, and it was also recorded in Wudang Historical Records, but Jinggu didn't expect that there was such a secret. The real master has never proved the primordial spirit.

It is hard for Jinggu to imagine what kind of swordsmanship it is to cut the demon king three thousand miles away without proving the Tao, and his heart is filled with infinite fascination.

"Don't be envious, do you know that the master of Qingyang Peak has lived for a few years, forty-nine years!" The middle-aged deacon glared at him and said, "Only forty-nine years, you know, as long as you step into the second-rate Realm where dragons and tigers converge, and if you first glimpse longevity, you will be able to live a hundred years, step into a first-class realm, blend the world inside and outside, and add another fifty years to your life, not to mention proving the Dao Yuanshen. At least another hundred years of lifespan will be added. Back then, although the real masters of that generation of Qingyang Peak had never proved the Dao Yuanshen, they were also first-class Hunyuan Realm figures, but they still failed to live past the age of forty-nine. According to records, there is no one who lived past forty-nine years old!"

This……

Jinggu was stunned. She never expected to learn such a secret. No one in the successors of "Xiu Ming Dao" could live past the age of forty-nine. This is simply...

But he was just stunned, still shook his head, and said: "Brother, I am not young anymore, I have my own ideas and decisions, whether you think I am young and frivolous or obsessed with obsession, even if I don't practice "Sword of Death", I will I will not change my original intention, and I will not take the Dao of the Sword in this life."

"You! You! You!" The middle-aged deacon laughed angrily, "You have only lived for more than ten years. What kind of experience do you have in this life? There is still a lot of rice to eat, and the brothers will harm you? They all want you to achieve something, so you don’t think about the peak masters. The other real peak masters also have children. I also rely on myself to become a disciple of Zhangfeng before the age of twenty-five. If you go down like this, little brother, not to mention becoming a disciple of Zhangfeng, you will even comprehend the eighth level of "Turtle and Snake Kungfu". , you can't let yourself be willful."

In front of Qingyang Hall.

Hearing this, the fat man's face became more and more ugly, and finally he couldn't help but said: "This deacon, although my lineage of Qingyang Peak is the first continuation of the inheritance, it is not the only martial art of "Xiu Ming Dao"."

"Shut up!"

The middle-aged deacon drank violently, his eyes flashed sharply, he belonged to the third-rate Xiaocheng, and the cultivation base of a hungry tiger bloomed.

pedal!pedal!pedal!

Even though Fatty had reached the eighth level of "Turtle and Snake Art", he still couldn't bear it, and took three steps back to barely stabilize his figure.

"Just relying on the three of you Qingyang Peak, what can you do? It's a joke to think that one peak and one branch can be supported by one or two people! The inheritance of sects is not just about practice. Don't think that this deacon doesn't know your intentions. I want to come to Junior Brother Jinggu Your identity, you have already realized that I am showing Dingfeng's power, it is not so easy to borrow, just relying on your Qingyang Peak big cats and kittens, if you want to mislead your children, you are not afraid of making a fool of yourself!"

The middle-aged deacon sneered again and again, and said mercilessly: "In addition to "Xiu Ming Dao", do you want to talk about "Ze Lei Palm", "Qing Guang Slashing Demon Sword", or "Qingyun Ladder", "Qing Yang Sword" Is it true that the inheritance of martial arts of my Xianding Peak is weaker than that of your Qingyang Peak, only talking about "Da Xian Wuding Sword", even among the top martial arts, it is rarely comparable, and it directly points to the position of Chunyang."

"Senior Brother Jiang!" Jing Gu shouted.

"No, Qingye, a disciple of Qingyang Peak, is asking for advice!"

After a little silence, the fat man took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"Are you asking me for advice?" The middle-aged deacon seemed to have seen the joke, and said disdainfully, "Based on your mere cultivation of the eighth level of "Turtle and Snake Art", even if it was Su Qinian, the ninth level of "Turtle and Snake Art" "Gong", even if you have penetrated all the secret holes and dare to stand in front of this deacon, the result is the same. It seems that these days the respect of some outer court disciples has made you lost, and you can't recognize how much weight you have. Jinggu, Senior Brother can tell you with certainty that staying on Qingyang Peak will not only make you difficult to achieve, but will also be dragged down. I said why your temper became more and more stubborn, so it turned out that you were bewitched by these people."

"ginger……"

"Jinggu, shut up! Don't say too much!"

The fat man yelled violently and stopped Jinggu's voice. His eyes were serious and solemn, which Jinggu had never seen before.

The boy gritted his teeth, not knowing what to say or what to do for a while.

The next moment, the fat man's eyes were fixed, and he raised one palm, and his breath was completely different.

hum!

The air twisted, and behind the fat man, a fiery red heavenly horse stepped forward and descended into the world.

The bright red aura of aura floated out from the palm of his hand, coiled and surged, like strands of blood-colored lightning, an extremely suppressed aura rose up.

"Hey, it's a bit interesting, the true meaning is like thunder, and it seems that the "Ze Lei Palm" is not bad," the middle-aged deacon raised his eyebrows, and said, "But it's a pity, you haven't established your foundation yet, with your blood , so what if you inherit this first-class palm technique? It can show some great power, but it's just a moon in the water, and it's just a show."

As soon as the middle-aged deacon's voice fell, the fat man made a move. He stepped in the direction of the gossip, and his footwork was mysterious. With just one step, he crossed several feet in an unbelievable direction, and reached the middle-aged deacon obliquely above.

boom!

When he pressed down with his palm, the air was twisted and torn apart, and it was accompanied by a not-so-weak thunder sound, which had a soul-stirring smell.

This palm fell into the eyes of the middle-aged deacon, as if it had turned into a sea of ​​clouds, filled with thunder and thunder, hidden in it, one day, summer rain and snow, winter thunder shaking, shaking the sky.

"Although the palm technique is good, it's just superficial. It's a joke to want to shake this deacon with this kind of spiritual sincerity!"

The middle-aged deacon scolded coldly: "Take a look at my Xian Dingfeng's "Ding Shen Jian"!"

"careful!"

Jinggu's face suddenly changed. This "Sword of Ding Shen" is a second-rate swordsmanship of his Xianding Peak. Although it is only second-rate, it is very suitable for Taoist internal strength. Suppressing, although this Senior Brother Jiang is not very gifted and comprehensible, he has only stepped into the realm of third-rate success in recent years, but with this "Sword of Concentration", he is an ordinary second-rate master who has initially set foot in the spiritual field. In all honesty, even if he performed ordinary first-class martial arts, it would be difficult to shake his spirit.

Clang!

When the sword light rises, the pure white sword light is condensed like substance, the tip of the sword is sharp and sharp, and the sword energy is nearly seven inches long.

In an instant, from the light of the sword, Fatty seemed to see a majestic mountain peak, which would not waver despite the harsh wind, unchanged for thousands of years.

That is Xianding Peak.

The so-called "Sword of Ding Shen" was created and performed by the ancestors of Xian Ding Peak after they comprehended the mountains of Xian Ding Peak and finally realized the essence of Taoism.

A sword to calm the mind, revealing the peak of concentration!

This sword contains the aura of one peak and one vein, and the true meaning that has not changed for endless years. When the edge of the sword is spit out, all the thunder and swamps are cut, and all kinds of visions disappear in smoke.

puff!

Blood spattered, the fat man staggered back, retreated six feet in a row, and finally stopped. He turned the palm of his right hand, and there was a sword mark, the bone was visible deep, and blood gushed out.

Obviously, this deacon of Xianding Peak was merciful, otherwise, with such a sword strike, his palm would definitely not be complete.

The fat man gritted his teeth, feeling deeply powerless. The time of practice is too short, he has not yet established a foundation, but there is everything in this world, the only thing that is not there is if.

The middle-aged deacon looked at him, and said with a sneer, "Qingyang Peak's "Zeri Palm", but..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, his whole body was tense, the hair on his back stood on end, and the tip of his nose was sweating, feeling an unprecedented crisis.

"Who said that Xiandingfeng's martial arts are better than Qingyang's "Ze Lei Palm"!"

There was a voice, not very loud, but with a majestic air, it seemed to ring in the ears of everyone, and spread throughout the entire Qingyang Palace in an instant.

Huo Di turned around, and the middle-aged deacon saw thirty feet away, a young man in a dark blue robe walked like a tiger, came with a sword in his hand, and stepped into the Qingyang Palace.

"Su Qinian!" The middle-aged deacon said with concentration. (Ask for a monthly ticket, everyone come to the starting point to support the genuine subscription. In fact, what I want to say is "Who said that the martial arts of the Xingxiu School are better than the Eighteen Palms of the Beggar Gang." Scrap, it's not a big scene, next time I design a more Momentum plot.)

(End of this chapter)