One Sword Seals Immortals

Lin Xue'an naturally didn't have the ability to catch the Sword God.

The reason why Ying Longcheng is not in the academy is because Honglianwu in the south of the Yangtze River has received the news, and the old man Honglian has arrived in person and invited the sword god to speak on Bitao Mountain.

Although Honglianwu is a sect of Jianghu, he has lived in seclusion for many years and doesn't care about world affairs.

Nearly [-]% of the disciples in Honglianwu are women, and it is presided over by the old Honglian, who is nearly a hundred years old.

About 30 years ago, Honglianwu became famous.

Just because the heir appointed by the old man is in love with the owner of the Hoan Kiem Villa, he is determined to marry into the Hoan Kiem Villa.

——She is Ying Longcheng's biological mother, known as "Mrs. Shunhua" in the world.

Heroes and beauties with ten miles of red makeup can be regarded as a good story.

Who would have expected that Mrs. Shunhua died of depression in the hospital bed after only three years of marriage.

Afterwards, the owner of Huanjian Zhuang passed the sword to the still young Yinglong City, while he drifted out of the rivers and lakes without a trace.

The old man Honglian lost her heir, and has since disconnected from Hoan Kiem Villa, and has not seen each other for decades.

Even if Yinglongcheng still prepares rituals to Honglianwu every Spring and Autumn Festival, Qingming Festival and other festivals, the old man can't find his understanding.

——She knew that Ying Longcheng himself owed nothing to Honglianwu, but she still didn't want to see him emotionally, because she didn't want to think of the previous owner of Returning the Sword, and she was also afraid of remembering Mrs. Shunhua, which made her heartache .

After many years, the old man Honglian was still alarmed by the recent rumors in the world, so she left Jiangnan in person and came to the border of Xiangzhou.

As always, she didn't see anyone, and just sent a name card to the Sword God, inviting him to go up the mountain.

It was deep in spring, and there was a layer of spring breeze and drizzle on the Bitao Mountain, and there were already a variety of purples and reds in the haze.

Green peach is shallow and deep, and Qingxi is deep and shallow.

Surrounded by clouds and trees, there is a quiet path.

The old man Honglian chose such a secluded place, naturally she didn't want anyone to disturb her.

However, Fu Hanzhou came quietly.

His martial arts had reached the peak, so he was naturally not worried about being discovered by the guards. He just shuttled between the branches and looked at the two people in the distance.

There is a small flower viewing pavilion on Bitao Mountain, which has been cleaned by the disciples of Honglianwu at this time, and light gauze has been hung to prevent fine petals from flying into it.

On the stone bench in the pavilion, the old man Honglian and the owner of the Sword Village are sitting.

The two were sitting opposite each other drinking tea, both of them had a similar noble temperament.

Although the old man Honglian is a centenarian with white hair and chicken skin, his pale hair is neatly pulled up and adorned with several hairpins, making him look hale and hearty.

Ying Longcheng sat on one side, tall and straight like a jade statue, his eyes were like cold stars, and his black hair hung down, forming a stark contrast.

At this time, Fu Hanzhou had just arrived.

Ying Longcheng's ears twitched slightly, already aware of the movement not far away.

The old man Honglian was just saying: "...the word for love is the most tormenting people. What you practice at the Hoan Sword Villa is the ruthless way, and what you practice is the ruthless sword. I have already seen it before."

Ying Longcheng raised his eyes and said: "A sword is a ruthless sword, but a person may not be a merciless person."

The old man Honglian gave a "hehe" laugh, stood up and supported her mahogany cane, sighed and reprimanded, and said: "When your father went to the south of the Yangtze River to ask for my Aru, he also Pretty much said it!"

Ying Longcheng lowered his eyes and remained silent.

With his upbringing, he is not willing to face outsiders at this time and talk about his deceased elders.

The old man Honglian sighed again, and said: "Old man, I heard people say that you are controlled by the monster of the Demon Gate; but I also heard people say that you have broken through the barrier of love and are about to shatter the void; Been poisoned by Gu poison, life is not long..."

Ying Longcheng said: "It's all rumors."

"It's just a fan of the authorities!" The old man Honglian leaned on a cane, looked outside the curtain and said, "It's like the peach blossom on the top of the mountain. When it is about to bloom, who can say that it is deep red and light red? And you return the sword The master's swordsmanship is like a god, who can say whether you are sensual or not, and whether you are fascinated by people?"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, they suddenly saw flowers flying outside the gazebo.

The bright purples and reds on the Bitao Mountain seem to come alive suddenly, turning into a dense rain of flowers, circling in the air.

Of course, it's not that flying flowers become fine.

It was the disciples of Lianhuawu who raised the issue.

Most of the women in Lianhuawu are proficient in hidden weapons and formations. At this time, they formed the well-known "Dawn Opens and Dusk Settles" and surrounded Yinglong City.

The shape of the hidden weapon is like a petal, hidden in the fragrant wind, making it hard to guard against.

Fu Hanzhou, who was ambushing beside him, was also taken aback.

He originally thought that these female disciples around him were just here to drive out outsiders, but he didn't expect them to dare to attack the sword god, and they were so caught off guard.

But the level of the female disciples is only around level 50, even if there are 100 more, they will not be the opponent of the Sword God.

The people of Yinglongcheng sat in the gazebo, as if they were not aware of the murderous intentions around them, they took a sip of tea and repeated in a low voice: "'Be fascinated by people'..."

He put down the teacup and looked vaguely into the sea of ​​flowers.

Fu Hanzhou, who was hiding among the green leaves and flowers, just looked at him for half a second, and couldn't help smiling.

The corner of Ying Longcheng's mouth twitched, and then he made a sudden move, holding Tianwen beside him.

The divine sword was unsheathed, and it was brilliant in an instant!

The morning blooms and evening falls formation creates a maze of peach blossoms, and the female disciples appear one after another like fairies in the forest, attacking with exquisite hidden weapons.

The hidden weapons formed a rain of flowers, and flew towards the sword god.

And Tianwen was just an incomprehensible cold rain that wet all the petals and knocked them down into the soil.

While the energy is scattered, the light gauze on the pavilion can't help dancing outwards.

Faced with the attack of hidden weapons all over the sky, Ying Longcheng did not move, but stood in it, knocking down all the hidden weapons with his sword energy.

The formation was turned again, and the hidden weapons in front of the female disciples of Lianhuawu couldn't work, so they stepped forward to attack.

Several soft swords went into battle together, unfolding their blades among the flowers.

And the people of Yinglong City tossed and turned in the small space, his figure was like a white crane, brushing past countless swords.

He turned Tianwen in his hand, and the sharp sword light passed across, almost giving people the feeling that the entire gazebo was torn apart.

The tip of Tianwen's sword touched the attacker's brow one by one, leaving a startling light, which also gave people a feeling of "my life is over".

After the female disciples backed away in panic, they couldn't help but touch their foreheads, but found that they were not damaged at all.

Sword God just used this method to lightly teach them to retreat in spite of difficulties.

Those who have not reached the innate realm, even if there are millions of soldiers, they may not be able to touch a piece of the sword god's clothes.

And Ying Longcheng didn't kill them because they also didn't want to kill them.

After this confrontation, there was no movement between heaven and earth for a few breaths.

Until a spring breeze comes down from the top of the mountain and blows through the forest.

There was a sudden rustling sound all around, and the countless flowers on the peach trees fell in an instant, dancing all over the sky.

Although the Sword God's sword energy didn't hurt anyone, it actually knocked down Endless Peach Blossom.

In the flower rain, the fragrance is tangy.

Fu Hanzhou stretched out his hand and found two peach petals.

He saw that Yinglong City was not in danger, so he continued to eavesdrop.

And the old man Honglian looked at this scene, and said slowly: "It can be retracted freely, life and death can be seized, what a ruthless sword... I have seen Tianwen before, but I have never seen such a passionate moment of this divine sword. It seems that you really I have practiced to Tianwen No.12."

Ying Longcheng said: "Heaven asks if there is affection, how can outsiders know? I know it in my heart, and the people in my heart know it, that's enough."

Hearing this, Fu Hanzhou looked around, for fear of being seen by others.

Fortunately, he hid well enough that he could blush without worry.

At this time, the old man Honglian said again: "Heavenly, heavenly... Now the Hoan Kiem Villa looks so clean that people almost forget that it also drank thousands of wines when the previous dynasty changed. The blood of tens of thousands of people..."

Ying Longcheng said indifferently: "During the troubled times back then, there was no right or wrong. At the end of the previous dynasty, the Xiantian Sword and Bone clan had gradually declined, their manpower was declining, and they were no longer able to suppress the turmoil. The sword bone was created with all the strength of the whole clan and entrusted to the ancestors of the Ying family, in order to end that troubled world at all costs."

The old man Honglian said: "It's a ridiculous rumor that has been passed down to this day, but it has become a saying of 'the immortal grants the sword'."

Ying Longcheng said: "It can be seen that people's mouths can make money, and it is absurd to spread rumors."

The old man Honglian sighed again, walked slowly on crutches, and said slowly: "I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out, you people with the surname Ying, are you a seed of infatuation, or a heartless swordsman? The ancestors of the Ying family were also like this back then. , with his power at the time, even if he wanted to be an emperor, he could do it, but he chose to return the sword to the clansman with the innate sword bone... Even after waiting for decades, looking for decades, from a young man who was in full bloom The swordsman who died forcibly on the Huanjian Peak, in the end, there is still no one who can return to Tianwen."

Ying Longcheng said indifferently: "Those who know me say I am worried, those who don't know me say what I want?"

The old man Honglian had already walked behind the sword god, closed her eyes and said: "I don't know what you want in your heart, I just hope... There must be no more demons with sword skills like gods in the Jianghu, otherwise it will cause endless harm."

"Senior, you can rest assured." Ying Longcheng said, "He—"

Before the words fell, the old man Honglian suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes disappeared in a flash!

From the old man Honglian's mouth, hands and ears, flower-shaped hidden weapons suddenly shot out.

A total of five hidden weapons, all as fast as red streamers, flew towards the back of the sword god in an instant.

Not far away, seeing this scene, Fu Hanzhou couldn't help reminding: "Be careful!"

But Tian Wen suddenly got out of the sheath.

Ying Longcheng's moving sword was integrated into one body, but the sword energy was divided into five petals like a red lotus, and it just happened to shoot down all the hidden weapons accurately.

The two sides are like rehearsed moves, and there is an indescribable sense of harmony.

The hidden weapon fell to the ground, and Fu Hanzhou saw it: these are five real flower petals.

The old man Honglian didn't mean to attack the sword god, and the strength on the petals was only enough to fly out.

This is more like... bludgeoning the grass to scare the snake.

The old man Honglian followed the voice and saw Fu Hanzhou in the dark.

She chuckled and said, "I thought you were looking at something... Sure enough, there is a young man hiding here. It seems that he is your 'wife'."

"Ahem!" Fu Hanzhou lowered his head and coughed.

At this time, the sword god had bent down and picked up a petal on the ground.

This is a petal of a red lotus, which has been well preserved, and was just dotted in the white hair of the old man of the red lotus.

Ying Longcheng twirled the petals, thoughtfully.

The old man Honglian looked far into the distance, and said: "When your father came, I also used this trick to test him... This trick is called 'Flying Flowers Chasing Flow', and among all the disciples, Aru She learned quickly and well. Later she married and went to Hoan Kiem Villa. She said that her husband loved her appearance of picking leaves and flying flowers so much that he created two sword moves for her, which are called "Flying Style" and "Zhuliu". Mode'……"

Ying Longcheng said: "I just used 'Flying Style'."

No wonder, the petals and the sword moves were handled so skillfully, as if they were five interlocking fingers.

The old man Honglian must have thought of Mrs. Shunhua, and there was more sorrow and regret in his eyes, and finally sighed softly: "You can use the sword of heaven to fight against the enemy, but it doesn't hurt anyone. It is no longer the way of ruthless sword. With you Your talent in swordsmanship has already surpassed that of your father, and it's not my turn to ask you about your next path... Sigh, let's go."

The old man's voice gradually dimmed, and disappeared into the secluded forest, and she no longer looked at anyone.

Fu Hanzhou looked at Yinglong City, and the latter said, "Go down the mountain."

The two left the gazebo and walked out along the path.

Along the way, many female disciples in Honglianwu stopped forming formations, but stood by the side of the road, looking at the flowers for a while, and peeking at them for a while.

After peeping for too long just now, many petals fell on Fu Hanzhou's shoulders and hair unknowingly.

He didn't know it, he just looked back at the sword god, and said with a smile: "Your swordsmanship is getting more and more comfortable, you really didn't hurt anyone, how did you do it?"

Ying Longcheng stared at him for a moment, then replied: "With you in my heart, everything is gentle."