Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

The quieter he was, the more terrified Jiang Shou felt, and the greater the trembling.

"That's it."

After a while, the burly monk seemed to be aware of something and slowly said: "You and I are passed down in the same line, and the master also told me when he passed away that I must treat you kindly."

Hearing this, Jiang Shou, who was already extremely weak, fell on the ground panting out of breath, "Thank you, Senior Brother Xie Puli."

He knocked on Muyu's Puli sleeve and swept it away, the door of the wooden house suddenly opened, and the computer screen in the room froze on a shabby Taoist robe, closed his eyes and asked casually: "Last time you said, you hurt your lewd charm and seized your soul arresting bell." Is he the one?"

"Yes, it is this Taoist priest!"

Jiang Shou looked at the young Taoist priest who was slaying demon snakes with his sword on the screen, struggling to get up from the ground, gnashing his teeth with hatred: "Lu Chen!"

If it wasn't for Lu Chen, how could he, Jiang Shou, suffer so much in this remote mountain?

And why is it that many years of operation have been burned, and now there are special operations teams everywhere? !

What's more, he bowed his head and ears in front of Pu Li, a bald donkey?

Anger kept rising in Jiang Shou's eyes, his old face wished to tear the young Taoist into ashes, and said sharply: "This time, he and the young master of the Meng family entered the secret realm of the western suburbs together!"

Hearing the word Mengjia, Pu Li's hand knocking on the wooden fish suddenly stopped, the burly monk slowly opened his eyes, the evil light flickered in his eyes, and murmured: "Qingyao Mountain..."

Chapter 57 Lu Zu's Sword Classic

The golden sun is hot, and the afternoon in Yushui City is even more difficult in summer.

A young Taoist priest wearing a tattered Taoist robe and carrying a mahogany sword flowed out of the subway station against the crowd.

There is no other reason, the little celestial master, who is omnipotent in slaying demons and demons, was defeated by the security check because the mahogany sword was too sharp.

Well, for reasonable reasons.

After waiting for more than half an hour in the heat wave, I waited for a bus that was expected to return to Qingyao Mountain.

After several confirmations by the bus master that it was a Taomu sword, and that Lu Chen was not mentally ill, the young Taoist priest got on the bus with the flow of people.

Most of the residents around the secret place in the western suburbs were evacuated, and the nearby buses were not crowded.

Obviously, the few fellow travelers did not associate the young Taoist priest in front of him with the god who looked like a heavenly man in the live broadcast a few days ago.

Lu Chen sat in the corner happily and quietly, the consumption of forcibly tearing open the reincarnation channel was almost made up by the dragon and tiger golden elixir.

This time in the Western Suburb Secret Realm, almost [-]% of the potency of the Golden Dragon and Tiger Elixir had been consumed.

The sword slashes the monster snake, seduces the catastrophe, and forcibly dies.

It was too much consumption for Lu Chen.

But it's not bad, after experiencing many crises, Lu Chen's cultivation has reached the threshold of Zhenxuan Realm.

Let the dragon and tiger golden elixir run slowly in the dantian.

The "Lvzu Sword Classic" in my mind, which was met by chance, is lying next to the seal of the celestial master, shining slightly.

At the beginning, the young Taoist priest just wanted to keep the souls of Mengwei and other battlefield heroes from flying away, but he didn't expect that such an unintentional move would bring such a great surprise.

With a thought in his mind, the young Taoist summoned the ancient bamboo scroll.

The bamboo slips were slowly spread out, and a sharp aura of a sword came out vividly, and two lines of large characters came into view.

In the eight hundred and autumn years since I became Taoist, I have never taken a human head with a flying sword. '

Although there are two lines of ink marks, the sword intent is so sharp that it hits the mind, making people's mind swayed.

The continuous stream of information was like flowing water, washing Lu Chen's body and mind like crazy.

Lu Zu, Lu Chunyan (I know the original name, but I deliberately changed it to an honorific name for the sake of evasion, and the previous titles of the gods are also the same. If you know the old man, you don’t need to popularize science, thank you!) can be said to be the ancestors of sword immortals, poetry and wine. It is the gift of an immortal, and the most exquisite seven swords in Lu Zu's lifelong swordsmanship are recorded in the Lu Zu Sword Classic.

The ancient scroll in Lu Chen's mind gradually turned into seven sword-shaped streamers, hanging in the mind of the young Taoist priest, with a different ancient text printed on each sword mark.

Lu Zu's seven swords, one is called Dang, the other is called Zhe, and the third is called Zhen.

Among the seven swords, only the first three swords can be seen clearly by Lu Chen, and the remaining four swords are like phantoms, which cannot be seen clearly.

This is the same as Taoist Tianzang.

Obviously, the last four swords can't be matched by the current Lu Chen.

Before Lu Chen could react, the first sword light flashed into his mind like a rainbow.

'Drunk strokes the black beard Mishima dark, angrily draws the frost sword ten continents cold. '

Fourteen majestic and majestic characters appeared in Lu Chen's mind. The huge characters seemed to be vivid, and gradually pieced together a phantom of a figure holding a sword.

On the opposite side, there are endless monsters in the sky.

The sword-bearer exudes a sharp aura that cannot be overshadowed, and he has no fear in facing the demons and evil spirits all over the sky.

Lang laughed, and the sword-bearer rose into the air, and the three-foot long sword from his waist suddenly came out of its sheath.

A sword swung out, and thousands of monsters were shattered under the light of the sword.

With a radius of hundreds of miles, the sky and the earth are clear.

There is no more ghostly spirit.

Lu Chen, who had been traveling through the ages, suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp sword light flashed in the dark eyes, and the seal of the Celestial Master kept flashing in his mind.

When Lu Chen came back to his senses, the vision barely disappeared.

"Worthy of being the ancestor of the Sword Immortal."

The young Taoist murmured, unable to calm down for a long time, the scene of drawing the sword out of its sheath was constantly recurring in his mind, and there was also that unstoppable sword light flashing.

The sword light in his mind seemed to condense into substance, gradually becoming an inseparable part of Lu Chen's memory.

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Sending away the last few contestants who were trapped in the territory of the poisonous worm, a group of scientific researchers began to rescue the entire western suburbs secret realm.

Standing on the top of Chiyang Mountain, looking at the white jade coffin, Nan Huaiqin was lost in thought.

Ling Lin'er pressed the communicator in her ear, said yes several times, and then reminded the sixty-year-old man in a low voice:

"Teacher, Wudang Mountain has arrived."