Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 671 Girl, you don’t want to see...

Three days later.

In the evening, in the back mountain of Wushuang City.

Hey.

Hey.

The flying eagle is crying, above the blue cloud, there is a new realm of heaven and a new sun.

As the wind whistled down, the ugly eagle that was diving rapidly turned over, flapped its wings, and stirred up gravel on the ground. Its claws, which were harder than steel, dug white marks more than a foot long on the ground, and finally it stopped.

Wow!
It raised its head slightly, its pair of pitch-black bird eyes shining brightly, and it looked proudly at its master who hadn't beaten it for several days, then dropped the Wushuang Yin Sword in its beak.

Snapped.

Chu Pingsheng caught the Wushuang Yin Sword and took out the Wushuang Yang Sword in his hand. Looking at the two paired swords, he felt quite a lot. The Love of the Fallen City... was actually left by Guan Yu.

Wow, wow, wow…

The ugly eagle called out three times in a hurry, pulling his thoughts back from the Three Kingdoms, and said unhappily: "Okay, you have done a great deed this time, I will give you an extra meal tonight, okay?"

Wow wow...

The ugly eagle was quite excited. At this time, the tumor on its head had recovered and all the feathers on its body had grown. It was more confident than before, because no matter whether it was a person walking on the ground or a bird flying in the sky, the first reaction of seeing it flying would be shock. And like the white ape, it asked Chu Pingsheng for a new name, called Flying General, the same Flying General as Lu Bu.

One is Lanling King and the other is Flying General, one is white and the other is black, one has gray hair and the other has a tumor on his forehead. They are quite a match.

"Where is Mingyue's body? Has it been buried?"

The ugly eagle nodded.

"That's good."

Ding.

A crisp sound came from his mind, and he called out the task menu and took a closer look, and found that the side quest showed a collection of +1 and a reward of 1 point.

As he expected, the magical weapons come in pairs and have to be put together to complete the task and get the reward.

Unfortunately, in order to collapse Jian Chen's spirit, the Hero Sword had been destroyed by him. Of course, even if it had not been destroyed, it would be difficult to find another one because it was in Mu Yingxiong's hands.

Wow, wow, wow…

He was startled by the sudden cry of the ugly eagle.

"What are you doing..."

Halfway through his scolding, he realized that he had wronged General Fei, who was just reminding him that someone was coming.

A tall and pretty woman - the daughter of Wushuang City Lord and the disciple of the First Evil Emperor, Dugu Meng.

She was wearing a white and yellow long skirt, a pair of hairpins in her hair, and bright red cloth shoes embroidered with peony flowers that just showed a little bit of her skirt. She walked gracefully.

"Mr. Chu, why did you ask me to meet you here?"

This was not the first time they had met. Chu Pingsheng had arrived yesterday and they had met under the arrangement of the Sword Saint, but the two of them had a tacit understanding and did not talk about an engagement.

Chu Pingsheng took the two unparalleled swords in his hands and handed them to her.

"There are two unparalleled swords...?"

Dugu Meng has been practicing with the First Evil Emperor, so it is normal that he does not know that there are two Wushuang swords.

Chu Pingsheng threw the Yin Sword to her and whistled at the Flying General. The ugly eagle flapped its wings, and with a gust of upward wind, its bloated body soared into the air. Dugu Mengtan opened his mouth slightly and his eyes were shining when he saw this scene.

"follow me."

Chu Pingsheng grabbed her hand without saying a word, jumped up, and carried her onto the back of the ugly eagle.

"Walk."

ji...

The flying general let out a long cry and flew eastward against the howling wind.

"Don't move. If you accidentally fall, I won't be able to save you. Your pretty face will be smashed into a pool of flesh. How ugly it will be."

Dugu Meng was frightened by him and dared not move. She could only let him hold her in his arms, facing the whistling wind, crossing mountains, rivers, plains, and finally landing halfway up a nameless mountain.

When Dugu Meng tidied up her hair that was messed up by the wind and calmed down her mood, she found that Chu Pingsheng was walking towards a huge rock in front of him. As he pushed with his internal energy, a dark hole was revealed with a dull sound of creaking. The freezing air poured out, making her shiver with cold.

"This is the forbidden area of ​​the Sword Sect..."

After Chu Pingsheng finished speaking, he walked into the cave.

The forbidden area of ​​the Sword Sect?
father?
Dugu Meng walked quickly forward and followed his footsteps into the cave.

It felt cold outside, and it was even colder inside the cave. However, Dugu Meng did not shout "cold". She saw three frozen corpses under the stone pillars in front of the platform at a glance. The one in the black robe was her father Dugu Yifang.

"father……"

She lifted her skirt and walked quickly forward, kneeling in front of the dead Dugu. Through the ice, one could see that his face was filled with panic and confusion.

"Back then, Wuming and Pojun of the Sword Sect set up a competition arena to compete for the position of Wanjian Guizong and the position of the Sect Leader. Jianhui invited your father to watch the ceremony. Unexpectedly, when he saw that his only son was defeated and he didn't want to pass the position of the Sect Leader to Wuming, he used the Huitian Bing Jue to freeze your father and the other two masters who were using their internal energy to support the stone pillar."

Chu Pingsheng walked to her side and patted her shoulder: "My condolences."

Dugu Meng knelt in front of Dugu Yifang's body for a stick of incense, then kowtowed three times, and said with red eyes, "Dad, wait, I will bring someone to take you home in two days."

After saying this, his eyes narrowed and he looked hatefully at Jian Hui who was performing the Huitian Bing Jue in the stands.

"You just said that Jianhui's son is still alive?"

"good."

"Where is he?"

"You are no match for him."

"I am no match for him, but I will avenge my father. If it weren't for that despicable father and son, how could my father..."

"Leave it to me, I will help you get revenge."

"No, you have already killed Duan Lang. I must avenge my father's death myself."

"Take out the Wushuang Yin Sword."

Dugu Meng didn't know what he was going to do, but he still obediently drew out the Wushuang sword that he had thrown to him earlier.

Chu Pingsheng pushed the Yang Sword forward, and the two swords touched lightly, and a deep blue light flowed through them.

"If you want to kill Po Jun, this is the quickest way to do it."

"What do you mean?"

"Love in a Fallen City."

"The legendary love that fell in love with a city?"

"That's right, the secret technique of Wushuang City, a combined sword attack that can only be performed by two people in love."

She slowly raised her head, looked at his face, and took a half step back.

"But I...I..."

"I know you don't love me, you just have some feelings for me." Dugu Meng lowered her head. He was right. Chu Pingsheng had done so much for Wushuang City. Of course she was grateful to him, but the problem was that she was not the kind of woman who would fall in love at first sight.

"I can solve this problem, but I need your cooperation."

"Match...match? How do we match?"

Dugu Meng whispered, she didn't understand, can falling in love with someone be done quickly? They had only met twice until today.

"It's simple. Marry me."

He took two more steps back until he hit a patch of solid ice.

"I won't force you. Think about it carefully. I'll wait outside."

"How is this possible?" she asked from afar when Chu Pingsheng walked to the cave entrance.

"I said it can be done."

"..."

Dugu Meng lowered his head in thought, then slowly raised his head, looked at the ice sculpture of Dugu Yifang and murmured: "My uncle asked me to leave him in Wushuang City, and my third aunt and uncle also advised me again and again. Dad...you tell me...what should I do?"

About a quarter of an hour later.

Chu Pingsheng heard footsteps behind him and turned to look at Dugu Meng, whose face was very red, perhaps because she was cold or crying.

"Have you thought about it?"

She moved her hands from the front to the back, rubbed them, tilted her body slightly, and nodded gently.

"Um……"

The sound was very small, like a mosquito that couldn't fly in late autumn.

"Let's go."

Chu Pingsheng walked over, grabbed her hand, and jumped into the air. This time he did not summon the ugly eagle, but instead held her and flew with the wind.

"where to?"

"Enter the bridal chamber."

"Eh?!"

Dugu Meng's body suddenly froze.

……

More than a month later.

Miyin Temple.

The Main Hall is located high above the stone steps, with incense burning in front of the door. A huge statue of Tathagata sits in the middle, with his hands in the preaching mudra, looking down at the hall, the steps below, and all living beings in the world.

Da da da……

The sound of a wooden fish came from somewhere, but even on this important day, I remained unmoved and continued with my studies.

The reason why this is an important day is because the duel between Chu Pingsheng and Wuming will take place today, right in Miyin Temple.

In the square in front of the temple, close to the Main Hall, monks from Buxu and Miyin Temple stood upright, both with serious expressions, holding rosaries, and quietly watching the two people in the field.

The crowd opposite the monk was more mixed. There was Jian Chen, who was holding an ordinary long sword; Dugu Meng, who was holding an unparalleled sword and had been deflowered by Chu Pingsheng but had not yet formally married; there was Lao Yu, the owner of Zhonghua Pavilion; there were Aotian and Wen Nu from Baijian Villa, as well as Bu Jingyun and gang disciples who had heard about this from some unknown channel and came over to join in the fun.

"It's surprising that Wulin Shenhua is not dead, and it's even more surprising that Chu Pingsheng issued a challenge to Wulin Shenhua."

"It seems that he became the Sword Saint's disciple just to learn the Holy Spirit Sword Technique and do this."

"Who do you think will win this battle?"

"Nameless."

"I think it will be Chu Pingsheng."

"why?"

"Think about it, if his apprentice had no chance of winning, would the Sword Master be willing to let him challenge Wuming? Didn't you see that the Sword Master didn't even come? This only shows that the master has great confidence in his apprentice."

“Forget it. Sword Master is not coming. Isn’t it because he is afraid of seeing his apprentice lose and lose face? He lost to Wuming before, and now it’s his apprentice’s turn to lose to Wuming. Both generations are no match for Wuming. The reputation of Wushuang City will be ruined.”

"Keep your voice down. Didn't you see that person's gaze?"

"That pretty girl? Who is she?"

"The daughter of Lord Dugu, Dugu Meng."

"Ah? Chu Pingsheng's fiancée?"

"..."

People were talking about it and expressing their opinions.

Wuming was wearing the same green shirt that he always wore, with his short hair flying, and he stood with his hands behind his back.

Chu Pingsheng was also wearing a blue shirt. He turned slightly sideways and looked at Dugu Meng with a smile.

"Why didn't the Sword Master come?"

"This is a duel between you and me. Why should he come? He just needs to wait for a result."

Wuming nodded: "I'm surprised."

"What's the surprise?"

"Of course it was an accident. I misjudged it at the time."

"Really?" Chu Pingsheng smiled faintly.

It's almost the same as saying nothing.

Wuming said, "What's the point of you doing this? Logically speaking, since the Sword Saint has returned from the dead, he should not care too much about winning or losing. If there is any grudge between you and me, it's only because I rejected your request that day and didn't take action against Xiongba."

"You're right, that's why."

"Is it necessary?"

"Is it unnecessary?" Chu Pingsheng slowly raised his sword and pointed: "Well... I don't like you pretending to be so arrogant. Is this reason enough?"

Wuming: "Young man..."

"Wuming, when you killed so many people in the Central Plains that the martial arts world was in a state of stagnation, did you ever think that this day would come? Now that it's your turn, you're preaching all kinds of truths? Is it interesting?"

These words left Wuming speechless, while Buxu next to him clasped his hands together and shouted "Amitabha".

"As you are older, please draw your sword."

Wuming stared at him silently for a while: "In that case, then you take it."

Jian Chen reminded: "Master, Chu Pingsheng has many tricks. It is widely rumored that he has mastered Sword Twenty-Three. Xiong Ba is not his opponent. You can't be soft-hearted and show mercy."

"understood."

After saying that, Wuming's feet moved forward slowly, and he put his index and middle fingers together and pointed his sword fingers together. The surging sword intent rushed into the sky. Everyone who was holding a sword in the crowd found that their swords were shaking, and the sword body collided with the scabbard, making a continuous clanging sound.

(End of this chapter)