Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 146: There is a sword in the world

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This heavy rain on the border of Chen Guo didn't just fall on that small border town.

In a bluestone alley outside a school a hundred miles away in that small town, two umbrella figures stood side by side at the entrance of the school, looking up at the gray tiles opposite the school, and they were silent.

Listening to the sound of Langlang books from the academy, the Confucian scholar in Qingshan suddenly asked: "Master Luan, Lin Hongzhu has always been difficult to find. I don’t know what means Master Luan did to give the remnants of the demon cult Please go out of the mountain?"

The old silver-haired man, known as Lord Luan, was short in stature and wrinkled. If he hadn’t been wearing a Yunfeng official uniform representing the highest rank of Chen Guo’s courtiers, I’m afraid he wouldn’t have it no matter where he was placed. One person looked at the old man more.

But it is such a short stature, unobtrusive, and impossibly powerful old man, but he is indeed the pillar of the country of Chen, the real pillar of the temple, and the Manchu civil and martial arts saw this Luan Xiang, even if there was nothing. One is self-sufficient.

There has always been a saying in the temple of Chen Guo, that is, when Luan Xiang is frowning, the whole Chen Guo will be overcast.

Fortunately, although this Luan Xiang's temper is not too good, it is difficult for him to feel that he can't pass. Therefore, Chen Guo is still stable after all these years, even now Chen The country was ordered by the Emperor Yanling to destroy the Zhou Dynasty, and when the stalemate remained for a long time, this Luan Xiang still laughed all day long.

When the courtier was puzzled, he felt that he had taken a reassurance.

Now I don’t know why, this Luan Xiang is not in the capital’s mansion, but appeared on the border, but none of the temple officials on the other side of the capital knows that Luan Xiang has left Beijing, only this Luan Xiang had not been to court for several days because of his physical illness. The courtiers were accustomed to such a common reason for the old Xiangguo. Anyway, in that Xiangguo mansion, every family’s eyeliner could see a "live and kicking" Luan Xiang.

In that case, why worry?

Luan Xiang didn’t turn his head, but still focused on the gray tiles on the opposite side. “Who can guess Lin Hongzhu’s ideas? Too much talk is equivalent to doing more useless work, so the old man only puts this This time, the monk from the Academy who brought the seeds of reading was only passed on by Zhou Xuance. Who knows whether Lin Hongzhu will stop or stop it?"

The Qingshan Confucian frowned and said: "Lin Hongzhuzhen and Zhou Xuance have an antagonism, dare to risk being chased by Yanling Academy to kill Zhou Xuance?"

Lan Xiang tilted his head, as if thinking about old things in adulthood. After a long silence, the top talent of Chen Guomiao slowly said: "Lin Hongzhu’s mind is hard to guess. The destruction of the magic sect was done by Zhou Xuance. What comes out, since Lin Hongzhu is the leader of the demon cult, he naturally has trouble with Zhou Xuance. It is just a slight announcement that he has this intention or he has to do his best, leaving Zhou Xuance's old man behind, which is actually very hard to say. Lin Hongzhu’s talent is not bad, and he has such a half-armored scene to'walk'. Even if Zhou Xuance had a chance of winning against Shanglin Hongzhu, it is not easy to say now."

Luan Xiang paused, and laughed at himself: "We scholars are good at calculating people's minds, and we are also good at using our mouths, but we really have to fight life and death. It's really no match for Lin Hongzhu." /

The Confucian scholar in Qingshan laughed blankly, "Since Zhou Xuance has Lin Hongzhu to deal with, why doesn't Luan Xiang allow me to take action to solve the seed of reading?"

Luan asked instead: "Can you see through Lin Hongzhu's mind?"

The Qingshan scholar apologized after a moment: "The younger generation is abrupt."

The old man waved his hand to indicate that it was not in the way, "No one can guess Lin Hongzhu's mind, who knows what he will do if he rushes to shoot, is it a waste of this plan if it is counterproductive?"

The Confucian scholar in Qingshan sincerely praised: "Luan Xiang lives in the temple and is located in the world, but it is always rare to see things on the mountain. Chen Guo Luan Xiang is really a rare blessing."

The old man stretched out his hand under the umbrella, took a handful of rainwater, and said with some disappointment: "It's not necessarily true that when I came down from the mountain, all my thoughts and thoughts were about assisting a generation of Mingjun to destroy Yanling, but Chen Guo Although the three generations of monarchs are not mediocre, they are far too different in their vision and mind. Therefore, Chen Guo has been in the hands of the old man for decades, but this is not as good as Zhou. The Zhou emperor is at least not defeated. Emperor Yanling, if he had chosen Zhou Kingdom that year, he might have a lot to do, at least he could see the way forward."

The Confucian scholar in Qingshan didn’t feel anything different from Luan Xiang’s straightforward words, but calmly said: "A dynasty rooted in mountains and rivers for six thousand years, it is difficult for Luan Xiang to be shaken. Now Thinking of destroying it, I'm afraid it will be as difficult as reaching the sky?"

The old man asked back: "How difficult is it?"

The Qingshan scholar smiled bitterly: "It's even harder than our sanctification."

The old man shook his head, "It's just that it's too difficult to be sanctified. The old man chooses a thing that at least has a chance to succeed. Otherwise, after these hundreds of years, he will really feel boring and grow old slowly?" /

The Confucian scholar in the green shirt said: "Luan Xiang is free and easy."

The old man lowered his head, looked at the mud on the backs of his shoes, and whispered softly: "After half an hour, you go to that small town. No matter what, the outcome should be determined, Lin Hong Zhu has a lot of killer moves. If you are really determined to let Zhou Xuance stay, you will not keep your hands. No matter whether you win or lose, you will have a chance of winning against Xuance last week."

The scholar in Qingshan nodded, still thinking about saying something, but the old man had already turned around.

The Confucian scholar in the green shirt passed away in a flash.

The old man walked into the school hall, and he kept chattering as he walked through the courtyard: "The old man’s magic power three said that there is no more room for use in Chen State. If I change the gate to Zhou State, the world will definitely say that I am Luan Ping. White-eyed wolf, ha ha, Luan Ping planned three generations for Chen Guo, his benevolence and righteousness, although Chen Guo did not lose me, but the old man did not lose Chen Guo. In such a calculation, the old man is not kind, since this is the case, it is better not for Chen Zhou The two countries have made plans. If you change the door, you can simply change a bit further."

The sound of the books in the school kept, and the old man came under the eaves in front of the door and stood up with his umbrella.

The teacher who was teaching inside wore a linen shirt and glanced at the door. After seeing the old man, he hurriedly walked out of the school and came to the old man, calling out Mr. respectfully.

The old man beckoned.

The teacher bent over so that the short old man put his hand on his shoulder.

The old man smiled and asked: "Knowledge, do you remember the ten-year agreement between you and me?"

The teacher pinned the scroll to his waist and replied: "Keep it in your heart."

The old man laughed and laughed, "It's so good, so Mr. Today is here to ask you, do you want to be a short-lived pillar of the court, or do you want to steadfastly preach to others for the rest of your life?"

The teacher was silent for a while, not daring to speak.

The old man waved his hand, "I see."

"Go to the capital, everything is arranged, choose one of the six, ten years later, it is considered a success."

The teacher raised his head and asked: "What did the gentleman do?"

The old man sighed, "From one pond to another."

The teacher stopped talking.

The old man left under an umbrella, and the teacher bowed to him.

Walking in the rain curtain, stepping on a series of drops of water, the old man’s mood cannot be said to be good or bad. In fact, he does not need to think about the choice of this named disciple, so naturally he cannot be said to be disappointed or not. I always feel that something unexpected happened.

It just doesn't.

The world is business as usual, it is difficult to change.

——

The battle in the heavy rain is still anxious.

Magic leader Lin Hongzhu's red dress is now drenched with raindrops on his white hair, but even so, the monk on the mountain who was once famous at the time does not seem to be in a disadvantageous situation.

Instead, it was Zhou Xuance who was holding an oiled paper umbrella, his face pale.

The battle of the monks, fighting the realm as a spelling tool.

Among these three, Zhou Xuance all have the upper hand.

But I still can't stand it.

Up to now, even he has to admit that the cultivation of the demon cult leader who has been silent for many years is different from the past, and it is very difficult to deal with.

Since Lin Hongzhu stopped at that time, he hasn't taken a step back from beginning to end until now.

The demon cult leader gushes out frantically, which means that the jade and the stone are burned.

The main road has been ups and downs, creating a weird scene.

The two stood in the wind and rain, not giving way to each other.

Gu Yuan on one side was anxious, but couldn't help much.

This reading seed is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in front of such a powerful monk.

——

In a street in the city, Li Fuyao, carrying a sword box, met a scholar in a green shirt.

This young swordsman opened the sword case and drew his sword almost immediately.

But after a while, he still flew upside down. The Confucian scholar in the green shirt put his foot on Li Fuyao's face and said calmly: "Ning Shenjing would dare to ruin my major events. Today, you are not dead, there is still reason for you? Swordsman? So what, is it true that now is still six thousand years ago, everyone has to avoid you?"

Li Fuyao's qi in the spiritual mansion ran wildly, lying in the rain, still struggling to get up.

The scholar in the green shirt glanced at the square sword box on the side, and the blue silk in the sword box trembled slightly.

The Confucian scholar in Qingshan frowned. He hasn't seen such a sword for many years.

He kicked Li Fuyao away.

"If you are in the Three Sects, you can survive today, but you are a swordsman, how can you keep you?"

The Qingshan Confucian has a plain expression.

Li Fuyao spit out blood and struggled to get up.

Holding Xiaoxue, he handed out a sword.

After a while, it flew out again.

Smashed a wall of soil.

The situation is miserable.

Li Fuyao smiled bitterly.

But still struggling to get up, he was pinched by the Qingshan scholar, "There are swordsmen like you in the mountains and rivers. It's really an extremely annoying thing."

Threw Li Fuyao casually.

The scholar in the green shirt wiped his hands on the placket of his clothes.

Feel dirty hands?

After Li Fuyao flew out.

A lantern rolled out.

A gift from the ancestor Xu Ji.

The Confucian scholar in Qingshan stepped out, and was suddenly forced to stop.

Between heaven and earth, a sharp sword aura surged.

The sword intent swept over this place.

——

Above Jianshan, the ancestor Xu Ji sat on Wenjian Ping with an ancient sword on his lap.

Already in an old manner, the wrinkled ancestor suddenly opened his eyes and said coldly: "How can I bully my Jianshan?"

The ancestors traveled thousands of miles in an instant.

Until here.

It was between Li Fuyao and Qingshan scholars.

Seeing that the situation is wrong, the Confucian scholars in Qingshan are ready to withdraw.

But the ancestors stepped forward, full of sword energy.

The sword will soar to the sky, which is rare in the world.

Xu Ji laughed loudly, "Everything in the world, one sword is enough."

Complete the language.

The Confucian scholar in Qingshan was pierced by a sword.

This monk in the Chao and Dusk realm was unable to say a word from beginning to end.

He was pierced by a sword.

The sword spirit is unabated.

Go to the main road in the city.

Lin Hongzhu suddenly looked up.

The tall ancestor came to the main road with a sword.

Zhou Xuance's face changed drastically, a swordsman who climbed the stairs? !

Who is the enemy of such a swordsman?

The ancestor holding a sword asked, "Who is the companion of the Confucian scholar in the blue shirt over there, who is so courageous to harm my Jianshan disciple?"

Lin Hongzhu suddenly said: "The ancestor of Jianshan?"

Xu Ji turned his head and smiled: "Do you still recognize the old man?"

Lin Hongzhu laughed loudly, "Swordsman in the world, apart from Sword Immortal Chao Qingqiu, who else can have this domineering sword aura, except you, the ancestor of Jianshan, who else?" /

Xu Ji looked at the demon leader in red, and said with emotion: "It turns out that you are the demon."

Lin Hongzhu did not change her face, "It is still a blessing to be able to be called a demon by you."

A cold snort.

Xu Ji said indifferently: "Who will pick up my second sword?"

Lin Hongzhu smiled freely: "Although that person has nothing to do with me, but it seems that I can't get rid of it anyway. I came with this sword."

Xu Ji turned his head and glanced at Zhou Xuance, and sarcastically said: "The scholars in the world are like you. There are not so many scholars that the old man looks down upon."

Lin Hongzhu smiled freely and swept forward abruptly.

Xu Ji just wields a sword.

Under one sword, the robe that hadn't been destroyed in any way before has now been scratched a lot.

Lin Hongzhu's face was pale.

Xu Ji took the sword and stood, raising his head and looking into the distance.

"There was someone else."

It's fleeting.

Xu Ji crossed a hundred miles in an instant and came to Luan Ping, a short old man.

This old man with a high reputation in the Chen Kingdom suddenly took a few steps back and laughed, "I never thought that such a plan would involve you Xu Ji. I watched him go to Jianshan that day. The old man thought you were dead, why are you still holding on to death now, going down the mountain and holding on to the prestige?"

Xu Ji didn't want to say more, and swung a sword.

The sword energy skyrocketed.

For the first time, Luan Ping said with a sad face, "Xu Ji, in the same situation, bully people with a sword!"

The ancestors sneered.

A sword was swung out, and the sword was overwhelmingly powerful within a radius of several miles.

Luan Ping retreated and then retreated, and finally was cut through the lower abdomen with a sword, blood flowing.

Xu Ji stood on the spot and sneered: "What about the decline of Jianshan, still can't be deceived."

Luan Ping looked blank.

Xu Ji's figure dissipated again.

——

Li Fuyao struggled to get up and went to pick up the green silk.

Xu Ji came here after receiving the sword.

Li Fuyao's eyes are moist.

Xu Ji's old attitude is actually much more obvious than when he went down the mountain.

He stretched out his skinny hand, rubbed Li Fuyao's head, and whispered softly: "Little guy, Master is still there, who dares to bully you?"

Li Fu shook his head.

Xu Ji looked at him lovingly, smiled, and said nothing.

There is a saying that the ancestors did not say.

Next time you die, the little guy, there will be no teacher and me in the world.