The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 24: 1 Wei Xiajiang, Jing Xiang Luo Jian

Beyond the Xiakou is the pinnacle battle of the world's martial arts, and on the banks of the Guangling River a dozen miles away from the upper reaches of the battlefield, the hut is missing the Taoist priest who still owes the villagers more than a dozen mahogany swords. The next muddled monk, when Wang Xiaoping put his hands on his knees and quietly watched the water pass away, the crazy monk also took off the dilapidated robes that accompanied Lantuo Mountain and put on a suit that he entrusted Wang Xiaoping to buy from the market two days ago. His clean clothes, the middle-aged Taoist who had always been unsmiling even made an exception and said that he would be paid for collecting the corpse instead of paying it back.

The monk touched his bald head, then stretched out his hand, plucked a reed leaf from the reeds on the river bank, and floated into the river. He stepped into the river and gently stepped on the reeds.

A reed goes down the river.

Several ships went upstream, one wave before another, and one wave after another. Only then did I see the lively battle between the two immortals, and I happened to see the current picture. It was a bit shocked to the point of numbness. I wondered what kind of luck it was today. It was like immortals came out in large numbers. It's just that this kind of brains all came out. Isn't the hidden world expert so worthless?

Wei Ye came out of the gorge and floated to the heart of the river. The useless monk who had not put on his robes looked left and right. He first glanced at Wang Xiaoping and then at the old Taoist man. His expression was calm, he took a step, and his figure sank quickly. The bottom of the river.

The water at the bottom of the Guangling River is muddy, the light is dim, and finding people and objects is like finding a needle in a haystack, but he is still exactly a few feet away in front of the purple dress. The Huishan woman has all six senses and seven faculties. Mountain state, tender body curled up, like a baby in the abdomen, heaven and earth are the parents.

Liu Songtao stared at the woman blankly.

The reason why the old Taoist who insisted on solitary practice on the bank left Longhu Mountain should have been to see her on his deathbed and pushed forward. The reason why he cultivated in Longhu Mountain is also a problem with few people in the know. The words are secret.

A hundred years ago, the three of them traveled the rivers and lakes hand in hand. He was not a monk of Landa Mountain, but the ninth-generation leader of Zhulushan, and he was the least like the evil spirit outsider of the past demon cult leaders. And that Taoist is not the current Longhushan resident, but the four princes recognized by the Liyang imperial family that they are not princes better than princes. What an overwhelming appearance, there is also a wealthy background, but Liu Songtao, who walks incognito, just likes her, but she likes the brother Junyi named Zhao Huangchao, Liu Songtao doesn’t mind it. , The three of them travel together, with them two, where can she not go in the world? While watching the beloved woman smile at other men, Liu Songtao didn't feel sad. But when he returned to Chalu Mountain, and then went out of seclusion, he heard the bad news created by Zhao Huangchao. He went down the mountain silently. Today, like this, he is also helping people collect the body, dress her, and carry her back to the mountain. .

Liu Songtao fought for the last time. He killed countless famous people and famous princes and celebrities. After the murder, every time she turned around, she always felt that she was standing there and laughing.

Liu Songtao looked at the purple-clothed woman who was her but not her, crying.

Liu Songtao stretched out a hand, trying to grasp the big purple corner that floats gently with the river bottom water, and then slowly retracted his hand, his body began to float up, breaking the water surface, splashing on the river water, laughing loudly and singing loudly.

The surface of the river is like a drum, humming.

"Heaven and earth are useless, not in my eyes. The sun and the moon are useless and cannot be together. Kunlun is useless. If you don't come, I will be there. Compassion is useless, polite and graceful. Purity is useless, and two sleeves are empty. The river is useless, and you will never return to the east. Wind and snow Useless, can’t be full of warmth. The grass is useless, one year old and one withers. Cause and effect are useless, both are definite numbers. The world is useless, two things are forgotten..."

Liu Songtao sings like a Buddha with his head down, like a madman hitting a tragic song, rushing to the shore, staring down at the Wudang sword idiot who laughed to death, grabbing away the domineering and swaying lips that I have no one in the world. , Put your hands together, chanting sutras for this swordsman to see off.

Liu Songtao opened his eyes, looked around, then looked to the sky and laughed loudly: "It's useless to participate in Zen, what kind of Buddha?!"

At the same time, Liu Songtao's shoulders swayed, his pale complexion faded for a moment, and then he glowed with a purple and gold complexion that only a Buddhist monk had attained to achieve Bodhi.

When he shook his shoulders, the leader of the Lushan Mountain seemed to shake off a heavy burden that he had been carrying for a long time.

The old Taoist Zhao Huangchao squinted his eyes and his face was gloomy. He had calculated that Wang Xiaoping's peach wood sword, which had always been attracted but did not send out, seemed to carry a heavy load, and went west to Wudang Mountain in Beiliang with a sword.

You, Liu Songtao, who has been hiding in Lantuo Mountain for a hundred years, want to mix in this muddy water?

Zhao Huangchao hesitated, but in the end he still didn't immediately stop Liu Songtao from shaking off the invisible thing forcibly.

Before moving forward, Liu Songtao glanced back at Zhao Huangchao, who had been entangled with grievances for a hundred years.

The two looked at each other.

Liu Songtao sneered and said: "Not even a woman! This was the case a hundred years ago, and even more so a hundred years later, why is the old thief Zhao not dead?!"

Zhao Huangchao, who once went out of the body to ride the dragon to Kuanglu Mountain, remained silent.

At that time, Liu Songtao launched the killing precepts, and went up and down like bamboos in the ruling and the opposition. It was Zhao Huangchao who half pleaded and half forced the real person in the Longhushan Tianshi Mansion to set up the altar and ask the next three modern ancestors to nail him with thousands of miles of thunder. Although the demon did not kill Liu Songtao, he managed to silence the leader of the demon cult for a hundred years.

Liu Songtao ignored this ancestor, who is now the emperor of the Zhao family, who knew well but did not dare to admit, and ran wildly to chase Wang Xianzhi, who was walking on the shore.

He walked out of Landuo Mountain and came to the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains. Li beware of the two Buddhist temples to block the road, Luoyang in white blocked the road, and Zhao Ningshen, the reincarnation of the first ancestor of Longhu Mountain, blocked the road.

This time, he was going to block others' way.

Wang Xianzhi still walked in a hurry. Liu Songtao quickly caught up with the city lord of Wudi, who was more than forty years younger than him. He seemed to be walking side by side, but Liu Songtao was swimming in the wind without his feet. Touch the ground.

Wang Xianzhi didn’t turn his head, and calmly said: “This is not what it used to be. A hundred years ago, Liu Songtao could be the first person who deserved it. A hundred years later, let’s not talk about someone’s swordsmanship, but the living Deng Tai’a swordsmanship. , Are slightly better than you. Are you really going to stop me?"

Liu Songtao smiled and said, "Isn’t it a good thing for new generations to be new to the world?"

Wang Xianzhi is noncommittal.

Liu Songtao looked into the distance and continued: "As for what you think in your heart, I hope that the rivers and lakes below you and me will be prosperous for a hundred years and will not die for a thousand years. Liu does not know it, but a generation has a life and cannot be forced. Like those The lobbyists who wandered in the Daqin dynasty, everyone is like a dog that travels far away. How can you think of the subsequent tycoons who will be destined to become the malignant disease in the eyes of future generations and generations. You Wang Xianzhi thinks good, maybe someone else's big Evil, you have won several generations of rivers and lakes by your own strength. Are you still not satisfied? Honestly, ascending to be your heavenly immortal and giving future generations to walk their own way is not a bad thing. You may want to say Wudang Li Yufu is more than you, but he is a member of the Three Religions, and he has just joined the world. As for Xu Fengnian, he has a special identity and is very different from you. How can he generalize?"

Wang Xianzhi sneered and said: "Eating the leftovers of Huang Sanjia, helping Huang Longshi to be a tiger, and relying on the identity of the reincarnated celestial being, really makes sense? Wang Xianzhi does not believe in this principle. I have to wait for me to ascend before I am in the mood to listen."

Liu Songtao smiled and said: "These days I have also heard a lot of your rumors. It is different from me and Gao Shulu four hundred years ago. Seeing the world's masters, you will suffer assassins. It is not the same. No matter good or evil, you rarely suffer Killer. It really is a different way, not conspiring."

Wang Xianzhi snorted coldly, "Xu Fengnian has worked so hard to save a good cultivation base. Rather than wasting it under the iron hoof of the North Mang, it is better to fight me dignifiedly. After all, there are people from the rivers and lakes who remember him as the King of Northern Liang. Otherwise. With the **** virtues of the Liyang Zhaoshi, it is impossible to say that the history of the Qing Dynasty has been left forever. Even the privately compiled wild history does not dare to mention a few words."

Liu Songtao frowned and asked: "You don't worry about how many people will die if Beimang's iron cavalry breaks through the northwest gate and enters the Central Plains in a big way, even if it only has ten years of smoke everywhere? It won't be much less than the Spring and Autumn Wars, right?" /

Wang Xianzhi said plainly: "The world is divided and united, how does it matter to me?"

Liu Songtao said with emotion: "Didn't Huang Longshi say a word, is everyone responsible for the rise and fall of the world?"

Wang Xianzhi sneered and said: "Follow your lips and say a few good things. If others don’t talk about him, you Liu Songtao would think it is really useful? If you were in the immortal class a hundred years ago, after my ascension, the first one would be You knocked down the world."

Liu Songtao was not angry. After a moment of silence, he was surprised, happy, and admired. For a while, he had mixed feelings and forgot to walk in the wind, but he didn't dare to speak out, but said in his heart: "You Wang Xianzhi Please, I know."

After the ascension, I, Wang Xianzhi, personally sat in the gate of heaven, not allowing the heavens and humans to interfere with the world, but the samurai in the world can still ascend.

So you, Li Yufu, are just superfluous!

Wang Xianzhi didn't stop, and the words came into Liu Songtao's ears, "Since you are ready, if you want to block the way, you don't have to worry about the injury of the sword."

Liu Songtao read a good word silently, and walked forward again, passing Wang Xianzhi, stopping and turning around dozens of feet away in front of him.

Head down and put your hands together.

Liu Songtao looked free and easy, really relieved, and muttered to himself: "Hide in Randa Mountain, I can live, and I will see the person in my heart a hundred years later. It is time for Liu Songtao to be pious and respect the Buddhist orthodoxy. ."

A statue of a bodhisattva crashed down from the clouds.

It's between Liu Songtao and Wang Xianzhi.

This is Liu Songtao's way of blocking the way~IndoMTL.com~The sword style.

Sincerely a stick of incense, and drop the Bodhisattva sword.

Wang Xiaoping, Liu Songtao, Sword Fairy and Sword Fairy.

Wang Xianzhi subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the sky, as if remembering that there was not the only person he owed in his life, and then turned his head and glanced at the place where someone was dying.

Liu Songtao keeps putting his hands together.

So the majestic image of the Big Buddha and Bodhisattva filled the sky, landing on the earth without stopping.

Wang Xianzhi clenched her fists, staggered them in front of her chest, and took a deep breath.

The Dharma phase descends, from far to near, endlessly, intensifying, and a net of heaven and earth has been placed around the old man in Mai.

Wang Xianzhi stepped on the left and the right.

The world is invincible, what is this?