Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 374: Hungry Ghost Road Doubt
Latest website: Chen Luo stood in the same place, but his soul drifted into Mingming and landed on the martial arts.
On the colorful avenue that spreads for 6,000 miles, all of a sudden, the green lotus blossoms bloom, the green lotus rotates, and strands of sword energy are exhaled, forming the phantom of long swords on the green lotus.
Suddenly, the phantom of the long sword issued a clanging sword cry, and the sound of chanting poems was heard in the sword cry, like sword songs.
"You don't see me, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, and it runs to the sea and never returns..."
"We are all in the mood to fly, want to go to the blue sky and embrace the bright moon..."
"Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day and soars up to 90,000 miles..."
"I'm born with my talent, and I'll come back after all my money is gone..."
"The sages and sages in ancient times were lonely, only the drinker kept his name..."
"It should be the goddess who was madly drunk and smashed the white clouds into pieces..."
"The gate of heaven interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastward here..."
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One poem after another accompanied by the sound of Qingli sword resounded through Qingming, and the green lotus slowly fell into the colorful avenue, and finally merged together.
The Martial Dao Dao suddenly shook, and at the end of the six thousand li, before Chen Luokai had gone nine thousand li, suddenly there were sword qi bursting out, and the sword qi spread into the void, as if forming a A nine thousand li long rope of sword energy.
"Senior brother..." Chen Luo's heart moved.
Since ancient times, it has naturally been a short road and a long road, such as those three thousand miles, six thousand miles, and eventually the Tongtian Road, which is finally integrated into the Confucianism Avenue.
Just like the saying "I wish to have a tail, you can travel thousands of miles away", you can't go that far, but you can follow those qi and let them travel thousands of miles with you.
But this time, Lang Feixian did the opposite, taking the initiative to separate the Tao of poetry and sword from Confucianism and integrate it into martial arts.
Li Qinglian's poetic kendo has already crossed 9,000 miles and set foot on the long bridge of seeking cables, but what about martial arts?
Six thousand miles!
It is not so much that Lang Feixian used martial arts to re-create the poetic kendo, but rather that Lang Feixian pulled a long rope on Chen Luo's future road for Chen Luo to control and share a part of the nine thousand miles for Chen Luo heaven pressure.
Ten thousand steps back and said that if Chen Luo's martial arts stopped at 6,000 miles, those in the martial arts could also choose to switch to poetic kendo, which could also reach a height of 9,000 miles.
Of course, because Lang Feixian gave up on Confucianism and Taoism, and at the same time gave up on his own way, but focused on martial arts, so if Chen Luo is not canonized, poetic swordsmanship will never be thousands of miles!
It's a gamble and a care!
If the bet is won, the senior brother will take the light of the junior brother, and at the same time the martial arts are thousands of miles, and the swords and swords are also thousands of miles.
If you lose the bet, you will share the pressure of 9,000 miles for your junior and junior brothers, and your martial arts will blossom.
In addition, for martial arts, there will be another change.
That is, because the poetic kendo reflects the martial arts, so the kendo in the martial arts is more powerful than other paths. The power is one point higher than other martial arts.
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There are all kinds of fusion, but for a moment, when Chen Luo opened his eyes again, the sound of the sword chirping just fell in his ears.
Lang Fei's immortal clothes were flying, and he said with a smile: "Little Junior Brother, remember."
"Poetic Kendo, not sticking to famous long poems, but a happy breath in my chest!"
"What is poetry! What you think in your heart and what you say in your mouth is poetry!"
"The literati have the poetry of the literati, and the common man has the poetry of the common man!"
"To make a sword with love is the essence of poetic kendo!"
Lang Feixian has one hand and a sword finger, and a poetic lingering on the finger, instantly turned into a long sword.
This is meaning, not qi!
Poetic Longsword.
Lang Feixian raised her hand and swiped down towards the hungry ghost a few steps away.
Suddenly, Chen Luo felt that the space was opened by Lang Feixian's finger. You couldn't see the sword, but you could feel the sword everywhere, the sound of the sword, and the shadow of the sword. Only, the sword was not seen!
The sword of love is nowhere to be found, and the sword pierces the heart.
The little ghost from the Hungry Ghost Road also sensed the danger, and suddenly stopped, opened his mouth and shouted towards the front. The huge sound waves surged like a giant wave.
The ghost whistling of the hungry ghost did not play any role. In an instant, the little ghost was stabbed with sword marks all over his body, as if it was continuously pierced by countless long swords. Get up, the invisible sword is one after another, not letting the kid fall to the ground at all.
Lang Feixian didn't stop, he crossed Soy Doudou, passed Mung Doudou, passed Red Doudou, and finally was only three steps away from the kid who was beaten to the ground. The majestic Sword Intent emanated from Lang Feixian, and the nearest Red Doudou felt a huge force blowing towards him, and was instantly flung back several feet by the Sword Intent. Mung Doudou wanted to help, but was caught This air machine was wrapped around it, and it was also flown backwards, and it didn't stop until it landed on Soy Doudou.
Chen Luo's eyes were round at this time. He seemed to see countless flying swords hanging upside down like a waterfall, sweeping around Lang Feixian and flying towards the sky. These are not real swords, but the swords in Lang Feixian's heart. meaning.
I saw Chen Luo raised his hand, pointed at the kid, and said softly: "One sword falls nine days."
In an instant, the Jianhe formed by the Heavenly Sword Intent turned its head in the air, like a dangling waterfall, and crashed down, smashing all of them on the kid. The kid fell to the ground with a bang, and then the sword did not stop, and it was still smashing.
"Huh..." Lang Feixian let out a light breath, turned around, and walked back to the car step by step.
"Little Junior Brother, Senior Brother, can you still see this poetic swordsmanship?" Lang Feixian smiled brightly, "When I first entered the third rank, the power is a little worse!"
Chen Luo swallowed and said solemnly, "Senior brother is mighty!"
"Ha ha ha ha!" Lang Feixian finally raised his head and laughed, leaning on the frame of the car, Chen Luo whispered, "Are you dead?"
"It's clear."
"This is one of the six realms, any more?"
"I've melted the Dao, and the Dao of Heaven has sensed it. The sound of the sword just now was the sound of the Dao, and the enchantment couldn't be closed! Even if it still exists, I guess I won't dare to come out again..."
Lang Feixian's voice just fell, when a thunder sound suddenly came from the sky, Chen Luo raised his head, two beams of light, one black and one white, fell from the sky, the space in the sky was like glass, with the black and white beams as the core, and cracks appeared. In the end, it shattered, revealing the face of rushing.
"Xiao Yao'er is here." Lang Feixian said something, then got into the car, lay on the ground, and fell asleep.
Chen Luo's eyes flashed, Yun Siyao stood in front of Chen Luo nervously and asked, "Little Junior Brother, is there anything?"
"Senior brother is in harmony?"
"Who did it?"
Facing Yun Siyao's series of questions, Chen Luo quickly answered them one by one. At this time, many figures flew across the sky and landed in front of Chen Luo's car.
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Ye Shuyi immediately received the news of Chen Luo's attack, and he was relieved after learning that there was no serious problem.
"Hungry Ghost Road?" Ye Shuyi frowned, "Have you found out the origin of that little beggar?"
Lu Changle nodded: "It's a refugee who was coerced from Yuanzhou in the northern border, but there is no clue if you look further down."
"Prepare an apology. I will personally apologize to Senior Brother Chen."
"Yes." Lu Changle thought for a while and said, "Master Mastiff, the housekeeper of Wuhou, seems to have been looking for the treasures of Great Confucianism for Wuhou, and it doesn't matter how useful it is, as long as it is conceived by Great Confucianism. "
"Why don't you look for it in the city lord's treasury and do what you like?"
Ye Shuyi nodded when she heard the words: "Master Lu is the master."
Lu Changle was overjoyed: "I must be ready!"
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After the assassination, the banquet will naturally not be able to go.
One of the six ways is gone, and no one can tell if there are five more ways. Yun Siyao directly asked Lang Feixian to move into Chen Luo's bedroom, sharing a room for two to prevent further distress. Of course, she herself moved next door.
"It's not Buddhism!" Yun Siyao's face was serious, "I just checked the body of the hungry ghost. There is no new Buddhist philosophy to nourish, but there is a trace of righteousness and holy power!"
Lang Feixian was stunned for a moment: "Is it the person in the Confucian sect who is the key to the younger brother?"
"Fang family?"
Yun Si thought for a while, then shook his head: "It's unlikely!"
"Most of the Fang family's previous conspiracy tactics were provoked by the half-sacred palm family that had been intoxicated for hundreds of years. Although the real Fang family is selfish and sour, they still care about their face. Holy Dao. Besides, the second senior sister and the town king have been staring at the Fang family, so it is unlikely that the Fang family can make this arrangement."
"Who would that be?" Lang Feixian hesitated, "His in-law families? Or other wealthy families?"
"It's hard to say!" Yun Siyao frowned, "Maybe it's hiding evil intentions, maybe it's framed, or maybe it's Buddhism's own tricks!"
"But in the end, we have to figure out, only a thousand days of being a thief, how can there be a thousand days of preventing thieves. This matter has to be investigated." There was a hint of anger in Yun Siyao's tone. After all, she was negligent for a while before, and she did not go with Chen Luo under the pretext of refining the blood lotus, which gave the Hungry Ghost Dao an opportunity to start.
"Any clues?" Chen Luo asked.
Yun Siyao stretched out his hand, and a wisp of very pale blue air hovered in his hand: "This is a trace of righteousness I extracted from the corpse of the Hungry Ghost Dao, Senior Brother, please feel it, which saint is it?"
Lang Feixian stretched out his hand, clicked on the blue air, closed his eyes slightly, and opened his eyes after a while: "Saint of Dongjun!"
The sages of Dongjun, Cui Hao and Cui Taojian, once participated in the war between Confucianism and Buddhism, and destroyed the six masters alone! The world is honored as the Duke of Dongjun, also known as the sage of Dongjun.
Three thousand six hundred years of the Holy Fall.
Lang Feixian nodded slightly: "It seems that ~IndoMTL.com~ in the first battle, the sage of Dongjun was dragged by a stick of incense. There may be hidden feelings here."
"The Six Dao Masters trained by the six first-rank Reincarnation Bodhisattvas, the Semi-Saints' hearts are also normal." Yun Siyao said, "Not to mention that a clan as big as the Cui family always leaves something for future generations! "
"No matter how you say it, that Hungry Ghost Dao and Cui Shi can't get rid of the relationship..."
Yun Siyao and Lang Feixian looked solemn.
Chen Luo listened to the conversation between the two with a depressed look on his face.
"I didn't offend the Cui family!"
Is it really that bad?
Forget it, it's all up to senior brother and senior sister. Mastiff Lingling has just brought back a few pieces of great Confucianism, so he should write a book first.
But speaking of it, Hungry Ghost Dao and Judge Cui seem to be a combination!
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