The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 21: Taoist goes down and picks the mountain
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The Fighting Swordsman in the Snow Author: Fenghuo Opera Princes
Update time: 2014-04-1106:38:24 Words: 3276
Xuanyuan Qingfeng watched the fist and Changhong rushing towards his face, helpless.
I am afraid that in the eyes of the second-tier master, this Daxueping mistress is a little vulnerable.
Ordinary Wufu felt that as long as he was lucky enough to enter the realm of celestial phenomena, his body's qi could penetrate the heavens and the earth, and it would be inexhaustible. This kind of cognition can’t be said wrong, it’s only half right. After all, the masters of the celestial phenomena are not the land gods of the free and easy world. The masters of this level, Gao Shulu once compared it to erecting the blue cloud ladder and sitting on the next level in Kunlun. Obviously there is a difference in the view of the sea from the top. One is still climbing while the other has reached the top. Therefore, as long as someone breaks this steadily stepping ladder, they can only stop. Han Diao Temple is good at killing celestial phenomena. Humans and cats are the most suitable for removing ladders. It’s just that Han Sheng declared that he was close to the body to fight and peel off the cocoon. Wang Xianzhi did not. From beginning to end, the city lord of Wudi City did not follow Xuanyuan Qingfeng's body closely, split the lock with his bare hands, the blue dragon entered the water, and the two punches one after another, even if that paragraph was added. Walking along the cliff, the distance between the two is not too close.
At this moment, Xuanyuan Qingfeng's head was empty, and he couldn't remember anything. I can't remember the full-length osmanthus rain in Huishan, the long and mellow fragrance of daughter red, and the heavy rain on Daxueping.
When she spit out a stale breath, it was equivalent to letting go of her last breath, letting only the remaining air machine collapse, and even her purple dress became more and more swaying in the wind. Xuanyuan Qingfeng closed his eyes, his heart felt like still water, and his last thought was that the two were cleared. When I was young, I didn’t know anything about the world. I always like to ask the nerd father about this and that. Somehow I asked about the love between men and women. My father always likes to explain the words, so he uses the clear words to explain the love words. The two characters are water and heart. When did you do it? The heart is like water, and when you really let go, it will be considered as a complete cleansing.
Wang Xianzhi stood on the top of the cliff and frowned when he saw the purple clothes that Changhong had hit. This woman had an enlightenment on her deathbed, but it was too late.
Wang Xianzhi can't change his mind and smash the fist by himself, leaving the woman a life, but the old man is facing Jieshi Yijiazi to the east, and he is already too lazy to wait for a new head shot from the rivers and lakes.
At the moment when the Bai Hong Quan Gang was about to explode Xuanyuan Qingfeng, Wang Xianzhi suddenly turned his head and looked at the left bank of the Guangling River. As far as he could see, he could see a middle-aged Taoist priest rushing to Tiezhu, the site of Shenjiang Iron Lock Nearby, he leaped high across the wide river, and set his sword on another iron pillar on the opposite bank. His body was so fast that Wang Xianzhi, who was truly invincible in the world, couldn’t help but look admiringly. Speaking of light work, the step of a Taoist priest to cross the river is far beyond the description of Taxue Wuhen, but the Taoist priest is not only here, the man has arrived, the sword energy has arrived, this is one of the essence of the immortal imperial sword. I saw that the swiftly castrated boxing box was cut off without warning when the Taoist stopped, and it disappeared in a flash. Song Nianqing, who was replaced by the fourteen new swords, would not be so swift and neat. , Even if the fist gang is cut in two, Wang Xianzhi's fist gang can still use the first half of Yu Wei to smash Xuanyuan Qingfeng to death instead of being completely wiped out.
Wang Xianzhi stood proudly on the top of the cliff. She guessed the identity of this kendo practitioner for the first time. The sword idiot King Xiaoping has always been known for his pure swordsmanship. According to legend, this man has never set his sword in practice. Wudang 80 One peak faces the big top, and the distance is far and near. Wang Xiaoping always stands on one peak in his sword practice, and his sword points to the other peak. On the peak, there are seniors throwing a leaf until the sword strikes the leaf but does not penetrate the leaf. Be considered complete. Wang Xianzhi used to wait in the East China Sea for the world’s top warriors to enter the city and ascend to the castle, but there are only a handful of them. Wang Xiaoping is one of them, because Wang Xianzhi is very curious whether this Taoist who has carried Wudang kendo is expected to exceed Deng Tai'a. Unparalleled murderous. Wang Xianzhi was not angry about Wang Xiaoping’s abrupt appearance today, and the smashing of the fist gang with the sword before it was out of the sheath, not to mention anger, not to mention the anger and anger to beat the water dog, leaving Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who had taken his life, fell into the water and ignored it. Even if she passed that level in a blessing in disguise, and the future achievements in martial arts reached unattainable heights, it was no longer what Wang Xianzhi wanted to care about.
Wang Xianzhi now only wants to teach Wang Xiaoping the next sword.
Wang Xiaoping stood on the shore, holding an ordinary peach wood sword in his hand, and looked up at the old man. Since this old man defeated Li Chungang, he has no equal opponents. In the hearts of all the sword practitioners in Wang Xiaoping, this is an indescribable sulk, because Wang Xianzhi stepped on the head of the sword to reach the top of the world. The prosperity of the sword forest has always been known as occupying half of the rivers and lakes. After Li Chungang lost, he was as strong as the new sword **** Deng Tai'a and failed to pull Wang Xianzhi off the altar, followed by the great master of kendo, Wu Jiajian Su Wang. The old master of the sword, Dongyue Jianchi Song Nianqing, also couldn't express his chest with a sword. As long as Wang Xianzhi was alive, the swordsman would not be able to hold his head for one day, so why talk about a sword?
Wang Xiaoping has practiced swords since he was a child, and he thought that one day he would ask the Emperor Jianwu City and ask the Wang Xianzhi who once said, "I see the swordsman in the world like an actor": Are there really no swordsmen in my generation? !
Wang Xianzhi said loudly: "Wang Xiaoping, the old man can only wait for you three swords before entering Beiliang."
Wang Xiaoping did not reply loudly, retracted his gaze, glanced at the peach wood sword in his hand, and whispered: "One sword is enough."
Wang Xianzhi rushed to Beiliang this time. In fact, he didn’t go fast. It was too fast. The long-awaited battle would become meaningless, but he couldn’t go too slowly. Opening Tianmen, Wang Xianzhi can completely ignore it, but it would be hard to say if he changed to Xu. Huanglongshi’s demon, who fears the world will not be chaotic, circulates the remnants of the eight subjugated qi into the rivers and lakes. Various opportunities have arisen, and chaos has arisen. Cao Changqing, Deng Tai'a, Chen Zhibao and other martial arts geniuses have emerged in succession, let alone It’s a rare encounter in a hundred years. It’s not too much to call it a once-in-five-year encounter. The result is like springing up in the same spring. I don’t care whether there will be a harvest in the coming year. You must know that many things are divided into big years and small years, and big years. , Xiaonian is really too small. In this spring of bamboo shoots, the young man surnamed Xu is undoubtedly a rising star, but his position is under the evergreen bamboo of Wang Xianzhi!
In fact, Xuanyuan Qingfeng lost not as wrong as he thought. Over the years, only Deng Tai’a’s flying sword, Cao Changqing’s sleeves, Gu Jiantang’s Fang Cunlei, and young Song Nianqing’s sword spirit at the end of the crossbow were the only ones who could get close to Wang Xianzhi. As well as the dying sword of the sword nine yellow array, it can be described as very few.
Of course, the most recent time was the fist of that young prince.
Wang Xiaoping suddenly raised his head and smiled and said: "Wang Xianzhi, what are you doing standing so high?"
After , Wang Xiaoping slightly raised the left arm of the sword, twisted his wrist, pointed at the wall of the gorge with the peach sheath tail, slightly inclined downward, as if pointing, and patted the hilt of the sword with his right hand. .
This sword in his hand is one of the dozen new mahogany swords made this summer. Because it is not the fine material of Feicheng mahogany, the color is only slightly copper, not to mention how woody and pleasant, he and the useless monk Liu Songtao knotted together. After Mao Erju, the nearby villagers had heard that the hanging peach tree at the door could ward off evil spirits, but they did not dare to carve a sword privately. They finally caught a serious Taoist priest who was just a fisherman at first. I asked Wang Xiaoping for a peach wood sword. Later, the people came to the door one after another. Wang Xiaoping did not refuse, and they all agreed to it. To this day, he still owes eight handles. The peach, the ghost is also the wood. Almost everyone on Wudang Mountain had a peach wood sword in their hands. Before going down the mountain, Wang Xiaoping was wearing the Rune Sword Shentu, but he became an alien. I remember that at the beginning of going down the mountain, his brother Hong Xixiang sent him to the mountain gate archway and said with a smile that he would help his brother Xiao Wang to carve. After half a peach-wood sword, Wang Xiaoping went down the mountain with his sword at the time. How could he care about a peach-wood sword that is within reach of the mountain.
The tail of the mahogany sword, after a beat, gently tilted it.
"Start."
Wang Xiaoping said a word gently.
After a moment of silence, there was a series of endless rumblings.
I saw the gorge wall at the foot of Wang Xianzhi. From the bottom to the top, if there is a big sword to "pick the mountain" from it, the cliff splits in half, and there are continuous rocks rolling into the river, causing waves.
"You are so bold when you start a sword. It seems that you want to learn from Li Chungang's scabbard? Since you are only willing to make a sword, the old man will do it with you."
Wang Xianzhi smiled, and gently jumped off the cliff. The falling speed was not too fast. When his feet fell on the water, a huge boulder broke out from the mountain. Wang Xianzhi stretched out a palm to support several people tall. The heavy wall stone ran towards Wang Xiaoping across the river.
held up a tens of thousands of catties of boulders with one hand, but on the surface of the river below Wang Xianzhi's feet, there were only a circle of almost invisible ripples being stepped on.
Wang Xiaoping looked at the strange scene of the rolling rocks on the river surface, and for no reason remembered the teacher’s brother’s accusation of the Canglan River. He didn’t want to show off the gods on the mountain in front of the people, but the torrential rain came and several ferry boats were swayed by storm. , The brother stopped the turbulent river upstream until the ferry arrived safely.
Previously in the mountains, Wang Xiaoping was the most diligent and obsessed among the brothers who practiced martial arts and martial arts. He always felt that the brothers didn’t take Taoism seriously, and it wouldn’t matter if they didn’t demand longevity. I don’t care about the four words "Wudang Dangxing". Brother Wang Chonglou always said that he was not in a hurry, and the younger brother Hong who called him Xiao Wang, he always had a bit of anger. He just waited until he heard that the younger brother had a The naivety has gone down the mountain, but Wang Xiaoping felt that it would be better for Junior Brother to stay on the mountain for the rest of his life to cultivate that inhuman Tao?
Wang Xiaoping was completely forgotten, as if he hadn't seen Wang Xianzhi already rushing to thunder with a huge rock.
Wang Xiaoping smiled knowingly.
I remembered that when I was young, Wang Chonglou, a fellow brother and father’s head teacher, always liked to throw a child high into the sky, then smiled and said "catch him" when he hugged him. .
I remembered sitting on the neck of my senior brother Song Zhiming, and went to watch the sunset on the top of the big lotus peak together. I remember when I was a teenager, Bijian won the brother Chen Yu, who was once described by Master as the most conscious of victory, but Brother Chen did not lose much, he turned his back and walked away. Afterwards, I heard that Brother Chen laughed at the time. Not from ear to ear. I remembered that my senior brother Yu Xingrui would always go to Zizhulin to chat with him about some interesting facts about the mountain every time he went down the mountain, regardless of whether he was impatient or not.
Wang Xiaoping changed back to his normal sword-holding position, and at the same time withdrew a step back with his right foot, holding the hilt of the mahogany sword with his right hand.
slowly closed his eyes.
The middle-aged Taoist priest stood on the bank of the Guangling River, patting the river back and going back.
The iron pillar that was padlocked to block the river in the past began to shake violently, and the foundation began to crack inch by inch.
Wang Xiaoping only thought of four characters in his mind.
There are swords in Wudang.