Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 82

Yuan Huazi spoke casually, raised his eyes and glanced at the delicacies on the chessboard, his wrinkled skin became even older.

"The little disciple is unscrupulous, he stole the property in Guannei last night, and has disappeared without a trace."

The ethereal voice sounded again, and he didn't care at all about the old Taoist's reckless attitude.

"The real person doesn't want to mention it, that's all."

Suddenly, there was the sound of armor clashing and weapons clashing at the door, as if soldiers and horses were flying away from the clouds quickly over the whirlwind.

Yuan Huazi remained silent, bowing his head and reciting the ritual repentance scripture "Northern Tianzun Treasure Repentance", as if he wanted to redeem the world's evil disasters and sufferings word by word.

"The second thing that this immortal came to take away is on your body right now."

Yuan Huazi said in a low voice: "May your master speak clearly."

The ethereal and ethereal voice hesitated and said: "My Quanzhen sect has been scattered since the Song and Yuan dynasties, and Qiu Chuji passed away suddenly, so a green talisman jade seal script and Jinke Lingwen handed down by this immortal were transferred to the Southern sect, and now they belong to you on the body."

"True talisman seeds or something..."

This time, the old Taoist laughed slowly, Wei Gong's body trembled slightly, as if he had heard something funny.

"Why is the real person laughing? Could it be that this immortal is wrong?"

Yuan Huazi was still smiling, which complemented the full house of paper-making gods and painted fairies, creating a scene where the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.

"Although your master's feast of immortals in the world is good, but the feast of ascending immortals in Jiagu on Wuyi Mountain is very mysterious. Before that, there was the meeting of Queen Mother of the West in Yaochi, and later there was the hall of Wuyi Lord Pengzu Tongxian. Your master is a fairy, why should you seek these things? vulgar things."

"Hanyuan Shougongxiang and Taishangbu Xinglu have been scattered for six hundred and six hundred years, and the calamity is full. It's time to return to the fairyland..."

The ethereal voice became more and more disappointed, and seemed to have gradually lost patience. The sound of swords and soldiers fighting outside the door suddenly became violent, and people roared and horses neighed to tear through the night, as if thousands of troops were gathering here.

Accompanied by gusts of wind and rumble of thunder, the cave in the middle of Manting Peak has been surrounded from the air, and it is possible to enter the Han Sacrifice Pavilion at any time.

The old Taoist priest sat cross-legged on the ground and smiled.

But as the lights flickered and the candles dimmed, the fire in the cave suddenly turned into phosphorous green, and the whole room was miserable.

Under the light of the green flames, the full-seat Tianguan Xingjun and Jintong Fairy stared suddenly, the oil paint on their bodies was so bright and full that it almost overflowed, and it turned into an extremely dark blood color in the blink of an eye. Dance and sing the most hoarse funeral songs and dances.

"A lament on Maoling Road, the emperor of the Han family is buried in the autumn wind..."

What's even more frightening is that at this moment, the word "Han Si" on the stone on the chessboard was suddenly bleeding, swords and soldiers bursting out, and the wind was brutal, just like the blood-filled city of Chang'an in July of the second year of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty...

"Since the real person insists on going his own way, we have no choice but to take him to the North Pole Exorcism Court for interrogation for the time being, and then let him go!"

The strong wind poured into the cave again, this time it was a team composed of eight generals and a gourd boy, their faces and bodies were bloated and pale, as if they had been dead for a long time, bringing a gust of wind.

The general on the left has a red face and wears a red half-clothes that exposes his right shoulder, while the general on the right has a green face and wears a green half-clothes that exposes his left shoulder. The eight generals all wear official hats and show their fangs.And the black-faced boy holding a gourd in front of him sticks out his tongue, wears a white crane feather coat to lead the way, and jumps stiffly into the cave.

The rock room instantly turned into a ghost land, surrounded by ghost soldiers and ghosts. Ordinary people have already lost their souls and knelt down to beg for mercy. Even a righteous man like Yuan Huazi can only close his eyes and recite sutras , disregarding life and death.

But at this moment, a sword suddenly flew in from outside the cave and penetrated deeply into the stone wall of the cave. The room was so startled that the paper figurines, gods, ghouls, soldiers and horses fell down one after another.

Then there was a loud voice...

"The Feast of Immortals in the World is not attended by me, Jiang, so I don't think it's worthy of the name?!"

"Jiang Wen?! How can you pass..."

Yuanhuazi screamed with his eyes closed.

Jiang Wen walked into the house masked, glanced at all kinds of monsters, ghosts and snakes, and sat unceremoniously under the colorful red gauze, facing Yuanhuazi.

He first glanced at the jade cup and gold plate on the table, smiled and praised sincerely.

"Dragon liver and phoenix brain, it turned out to be the liver of the Malayan alligator and the brain of the red-feathered bird of paradise—you guys are really clever. Even before I came here, I only saw it on TV, let alone ate it. Go through this thing..."

Afterwards, Jiang Wen picked up a pair of ivory chopsticks, fiddled with the ingredients on the plate, and casually explained the origin of the dishes.

"And this green lump is Yunmen Mountain green mud... Mashed potatoes mixed with seaweed? It tastes good."

"There are also Taiwanese green dates improved from Indian dates? Did this thing appear a little too early, or did you say you have already been to Taiwan..."

Jiang Wen unceremoniously tasted a couple of mouthfuls, pointed and commented.

The ethereal voice suddenly sounded again, as if descending from the sky with great majesty, making all the people bow their heads.

"An impolite person dares to trespass on the Immortal Banquet."

But Jiang Wen also slapped the table, relying on internal force to shake the cups and plates on the chessboard stone, the sound was like thunder.

"Where did you come from, a yin spirit wandering ghost, dare to impersonate Emperor Donghua without authorization!"

Jiang Wen's voice was even more passionate than the outside voice, showing anger, "Since you said that you are Emperor Donghua, then you are reincarnated as Lu Dongbin? I want to compete with you in swordsmanship today! See if you like it!" According to legend, the flying sword can take the head of a person!"

As soon as these words came out, the inside and outside of the cave became quiet, only the dust scattered by the humming sound.

"Nonsense! I don't know what to say!"

It was Yuan Huazi who spoke out with hatred, the old man closed his eyes and his beard and hair were all stretched out, "Lu Zu, the reincarnation of the first ancestor of Donghua, is a novelist talking nonsense! Quanzhen never said that!"

Jiang Wen, who was suddenly slammed by his teammates, looked embarrassed, and quickly whispered, "Really, you should save me some face, I have worked so hard to come here to save you."

Yuanhuazi closed his eyes and remained silent.

"The last time I was in Sanliting, I had already fought with the people of your teaching. Could it be that you don't know about it? Why do you use these tricks to deceive the foolish men and women in the countryside and make you laugh?"

At this moment, Jiang Wen was brazen, but the bronze sword had already left his hand, and he was sitting defenselessly in the ghost domain, chatting freely, and the zombie-like eight generals in chains approached with weapons in hand, surrounding him.

Jiang Wen sniffed the wine in the glass, and spilled it on the ground without any fear when it was tasteless.

Emperor Donghua?Fairy feast at night?

joke.

From the illusion techniques of cutting paper into soldiers, splitting light into shadows, transmitting sound from outside the sky, and extracting objects from space, Jiang Wen could guess that the White Lotus Sect was at work again.

Before entering the door, Jiang Wen also noticed that the cave was also slowly injected with hallucinogenic poisonous smoke.

The White Lotus Sect relies on layers of in-depth words to induce and confuse people's hearts with sound and light hints. Even a righteous person like Yuan Huazi will gradually have hallucinations, and finally fall into the opponent's way.

Jiang Wen frowned, glanced at the approaching Eight Generals in Shackles, took out a rusty hatchet from his waist, and slapped it heavily on the table.

"Since your Excellency refuses to show up, then try my method of double killing with sword..."

(End of this chapter)