The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 374: Civil and military disputes
In this shocking fight with ghosts and spirits, the movement is really not small. Up and down Wudang Mountain, probably except for the daughter-in-law of a white-clothed monk who still snored like thunder. No one went to join in the fun. ＊W.suimeng.lā∏∈,
The battle of Li Chungang and King Xianzhi in Wudi City, the three great masters of Tai'an City Xu Fengnian, Deng Tai'a and Cao Changqing each fought each, and then the battle of Cao Changqing's one-man siege.
As well as some grand events second only to these peak battles, they have taught people in the martial arts a **** lesson, that is, if you don't get that part, don't mix it, otherwise it will be troubled by the fish and there will be no discussion! It is as difficult as heaven to give pointers to those Wu Ping masters' moves.
The real thing is that for women in the world, they have cultivated Song Yushu in ten years, Xu Fengnian in a hundred years, and Lu Dongxuan in a thousand years. "
A hundred-year-old woman with a beautiful face muttered sadly: "He doesn't understand."
The white-clothed monk sighed: "I am more afraid of pretending to be confused."
She suppressed the emotion and looked at the white-clothed monk, "No matter what, I am a gas trainer after all, and I will act according to my heart."
The white-clothed monk said, "The poor monk won't invite you to drink tea."
She asked: "Just so?"
At this moment, the monk in white suddenly remembered the crisp voice of a young girl, "Mother, mother! Wake up soon! Daddy has secretly met his confidante again!"
The face of the monk in white changed drastically, he quickly stood up, "Sect Master Tantai, don't leave, help explain!"
No matter where the woman who walks for the sky will pay attention to these shit, it will just pass away.
The white-clothed monk turned stiffly and saw the gloating daughter, the dumb apprentice with sleepy eyes, and the daughter-in-law who ran out of the house with a kitchen knife aggressively.
The white-clothed monk's enlightenment suddenly appeared, and he said seriously: "The woman is over a hundred years old, and she is not a person of generation at all!"
The woman was stunned, "So old?"
The white monk nodded vigorously.
The woman rolled her eyes, turned and left.
My old lady, I am so beautiful as a flower, and the worst is that the milfs still have the charm. I am jealous with a hundred-year-old woman?
The monk in white clothes secretly pinched a cold sweat and stared at his daughter.
She made a grimace, and said angrily: "It hurts even to my mother during the day!"
The white-clothed monk said in a huff: "Father has worked so hard to save so much private money, who told you to tell your mother? You lifted a rock and hit yourself in the foot?"
The girl was taken aback, and when the white-clothed monk was so pleased, thinking that her daughter's conscience was awakened, she never thought she turned her head and shouted: "Mother! Although the woman is very old, she looks very young. Now! Younger than you look!"
Suddenly there was an angry roar that was more majestic than a Buddhist lion roar, "Huh?!"
The white-clothed monk silently raised his head and looked at the moon, guessing that the Buddha would not be able to save himself this time.
The Buddha probably couldn't really save this monk who drank and ate meat to marry his wife, but his stupid apprentice suddenly opened up, and boldly explained to his wife, he actually persuaded her to go back.
The white-clothed monk who escaped from the dead rubbed his cheeks, smiled and called the stupid apprentice to his side, "North and South, taking advantage of the moon star's clear mind, I want to teach you the difficult Dharma as a teacher..."
The little bald head sighed, "Master, you are also true, a lot of age, and I don't know how to take care of it. No wonder Madam always tells me and things these past two days that flies don't bite."
The white monk King Kong glared.
It's a pity that the stupid apprentice isn't afraid at all. Instead, he said with a stern look: "Master, the Buddha said that there is sentiment in violation of oneself, and there is hatred and resentment. You need to observe the five senses to remove."
The monk in white has lost his temper.
Li Shizi made a cute pig-headed face and dangled back to the house.
The monk in white is helpless.
Stupid Nanbei suddenly whispered: "Master, things are actually helping you string the beads all night long. I'm afraid that the teacher will know that the rope is broken, and she will worry about the impermanence of life. Things don't even dare to light oil lamps, but String beads in the moonlight through the window."
The white-clothed monk was full of joy and said: "Master's daughter!"
The middle-aged monk in a good mood laughed and said, "Apprentice, let's continue to teach you Dharma as a teacher."
The little monk was young but was already the Sanzang Master of the Liangzen Temple. Whether he is a mountain sect or a difficult Buddhist law, he is actually a well-deserved monk.
The little monk suddenly turned red, and said sneakily: "Master, let the Buddha Dharma go for a while, or else lend me the three taels of silver hidden in Daochang Han? Tomorrow I will buy that smoked willow for things. Fang Mianyan support."
The white-clothed monk waved his big sleeves and strode towards the hut, "The moonlight is not good tonight, it is not suitable to teach Dharma!"
Only a little monk sighed.
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At the foot of Wudang Mountain, the statue of Emperor Zhenwu strode up the mountain, purple energy rising.
The two confronting each other at the top of the stone steps, Xu Fengnian holds the Sealing Talisman Knife, and the fluorescence flows.
The saint of the Zhang family is still calm, hands hanging down, shaking his sleeves gently, "I really don’t hit the south wall and don’t look back."
Quietly, thinking about moving, Xu Fengnian did not start the rush to rush to the thunder, but it was like shrinking into an inch in Taoist magical powers. In a flash, his figure appeared in front of the Zhang family sage, leaping high, his body Twisted, a knife slashed down.
The big sleeves are fluttering, and there is a fairy swaying posture.
Sage of the Zhang Family raised his arm, stretched out a finger, smiled and said: "The benevolent Leshan."
Xu Fengnian's sword with a mighty qi is so stagnant that he hasn't even touched the fingers of the old scholar.
Between the two, seems to be separated by the undulating mountains of one hundred thousand mountains, separated by a line, close to the end of the world.
The volley Xu Fengnian said silently almost at the same time: "Open the mountain!"
The magical meaning is Li Chungang's "If the mountain does not come, I will be my sword", and his move is the six thousand li of the sword.
The tip of the knife continued to press down, not as powerful as a broken bamboo, but slow and firm.
The sage of the Zhang family, who had one hand behind it, seemed to not really want to touch the rune knife with a dragon hidden in it. Seeing that the tip of the knife was only an inch away from the finger, he frowned and said solemnly: "Leshan the wise man! "
The hand behind the back trembles his wrist quietly, and in the elephant washing pool halfway up the mountain, like a blue dragon drawing water, a magnificent water column as thick as the mouth of a well swiftly pulls up and hits the top of the mountain.
At the same time, the Zhang family sage did not give the young king a chance to withdraw his sword and retreat. Instead, he switched from holding the blade with one finger to the blade with two fingers. "I want to see if you are enough. Qualify to be the master of the Northern Liang Iron Cavalry!"
Xu Fengnian, who holds the knife in his left hand, looks as usual, raises his right hand and pats it with a palm.
A thunderstorm in the palm of the hand shakes.
The immortal caresses the top and breaks longevity!
The Zhang family sage originally drove the long dragon to hit Xu Fengnian's chest, and had to change his way slightly to press the palm of the young prince.
Previously, the old scholars used a single palm to retreat and disperse the two-sleeved green snake, destroying the dry and ruining, with a domineering aura.
Xu Fengnian's palm with color is not inferior. Between the two people, thunder bursts, just like two iron cavalry meet on a narrow road on the battlefield, only fighting hard to retreat.
After a while, the washing elephant pond, which was affected by the saint's awe-inspiring weather, boiled, and the water surface had dropped by more than ten meters.
The two changed the new and the old air machine at the same time, the water column stopped, and the sage of the Zhang family slipped back for a few steps, and Xu Fengnian fell to the ground holding a talisman knife.
It just so happened that the Zhenwu statue was near the top of the mountain and slaughtered behind the old Confucian scholar.
The sage of the Zhang family did not turn around, but looked directly at the young prince of the purple and gold eyebrows. He laughed and said: "I can teach you what Confucian self-cultivation is, and what it means to resonate with the world with awe-inspiring spirit!"
The old scholar stomped slightly.
The common martial artist in the world, especially the master boxing master of the foreign family, pays attention to killing snakes and rats with every inch of strength. The implication is that snakes and rats hidden deep underground will also be shaken to death on the spot.
But Zhang’s sage’s foot has no momentum, but just like a random stepping on his own crops by an old farmer in the countryside.
When the Zhenwu statue was about to reach the top, a clay statue suddenly appeared behind the saints of the Zhang family, which was several tens of meters high, sitting peacefully, level with the top of the Great Lotus Peak!
This clay sculpture holding a scroll is far more familiar to the world than the Northern Xuanwu Emperor, who only enjoyed incense in Beiliang Road.
The ancestral hall of Zhang Mansion, the Imperial Palace of the Capital, the Confucian Temple, the Academy, the Academy, and the Liyang territory are everywhere.
The sage of the Zhang family downplayed flipping his palms, and laughed loudly: "The vicissitudes of life, like palm prints!"
The clay statue of the saint behind it was then photographed against the statue of Zhenwu with a scroll.
The scroll was shattered, and the Zhenwu statue burst into pieces.
Xu Feng shouted in a young voice: "Get up!"
A giant figure with golden armor and hair stood up in a place where mud and sawdust were splashed.
One stand and one sit.
One is the Taoist Dangmo Tianzun who sits in the north, and the other is the Most Holy Master who treats scholars as a god.
The battle between civil and military!
The sage of the Zhang family laughed and said: "This is the world's first-class celestial phenomena proposed by Dafeng Gao Shulu, the law of celestial phenomena? Never thought that with your remaining personal temperament, you can still support this scene, but unfortunately it is a shabby door. Pay attention to the poor!"
The old Confucian smiled deeper, "Xiucai met soldiers, and it is unreasonable? This is so unreasonable!"
The clay statue of the saint raised an arm and tapped his finger.
Zhen Wushu's ten fingers intertwined into a fist and smashed it heavily!
The old Confucian said indifferently: "I also have a profound experience in my heart~ IndoMTL.com~ I want to be separated from the people of the world. Scholars read books, and they will help the world. They will guide the world in the temple. If you are poor, you will be alone. The book does not forget the original intention."
The mud statue of the saint pointed to where it was, and the thick and white qi of the size of the pillars of the palace continued to appear. The arms of the real martial arts were shot past, and black holes appeared everywhere.
When the pair of fists finally succeeded in punching the top of the mud statue's head, it was already weak.
The two arms of the real martial artist were both broken and dissipated in the air.
The clay statue of the saint swayed only slightly, far from hurting the spirit.
So the purple and gold air in the eyebrows of the young vassal king gradually faded, and the Zhang family saints remained undiminished, and the clay statues of the saints were safe and sound.
But the next scene was unexpected by the old scholar.
The true martial art of losing his arms turned up his head, stepped on the stone steps, leaned forward, and then hit the clay statue of the saint with a hammer!
The whole Wudang Mountain trembled.