Meng 49 sword

The bustling Jinling City is bustling with people and traffic.Qinggu, who grew up outside the pass, had never seen such a lively scene, and she was chirping along the way, like a little lark singing happily.

"Master, where are we going?" Qing Gu asked inarticulately while biting a candied haws.

Seeing the corners of her mouth stained with sprinkles, Meng Qiqi shook her head helplessly, "Master, I'm looking for a fortune teller."

"Master, do you want to tell a fortune?" Qing Gu opened her eyes wide in surprise, "But didn't you say that fortune tellers are all liars? Last time, that old Huang Xiantian even got rid of the fortune-telling booth by you."

"Aunt Qing." Meng Qiqi said earnestly, "Why don't you remember when you overturned other people's stalls as a teacher?"

"It's Aunt Qing who remembered it wrong, Master." The little girl turned her head and stuck out her tongue playfully at Chen Boyan just as she finished speaking - Master always refuses to admit that he has done bad things, and is not shy.

Chen Boyan smiled, and suddenly, there was the sound of fighting in front of him.

Aunt Qing is impatient and loves to be lively, holding candied haws and rushing over to watch.I saw two monks standing face to face in the middle of the road, pinching the sword art in their hands, and two small pocket swords the size of daggers flew in mid-air and struck each other, drawing streams of light, which were endlessly gorgeous.

"Wow, master, is this a fighting weapon?" Qing Gu's eyes lit up.

"That's right, the elegant gameplay in Guannei Xianmen, but it's still a bit difficult for you." Meng Qiqi looked at the two seemingly comparable flying swords emitting faint fluorescence through the white gauze hanging down from the fence , looking at the slightly dignified expressions of the two monks, the corners of their mouths twitched suddenly, and said: "In terms of weapons, I am afraid that no one in the younger generation can beat your elder brother. If you want to learn, you can ask your elder brother for advice. "

Qinggu immediately looked at Chen Boyan with admiration, her eyes sparkling.

Chen Boyan explained: "That's because I was born with a special physique, so I shouldn't be praised like this."

Qing Gu thought for a while and understood.Cultivation of immortals by monks is divided into three major levels: cultivation of external objects, self-cultivation and self-cultivation.Each major level is divided into many smaller levels.

The first level is repairing external objects.

After the monks built the foundation, they began to practice weapons.Regardless of whether it is inside or outside the pass, monks mostly use swords. They will constantly draw the vitality of heaven and earth into their bodies for tempering, and then condense a natal sword that is exactly the same as the weapon they have chosen on the dantian to achieve the state of unity of human and sword.

Generally speaking, the natal sword in the dantian is not easy to leave the body, because once damaged, it will cause loss to one's own cultivation.

But this place is Jinling City, which is different from Guanwai, where the folk customs are tough.If the monks drew their swords to compete, the sword moves would be too powerful and would have too much impact on ordinary people.Therefore, the monks who have lived in the prosperous place for a long time came up with a slightly elegant way of fighting called "fighting weapon".

The two sides circled the fighting area, and then sacrificed their natal swords in their dantians. They stood still and fought with each other with only Yujian.

The reason why Meng Qiqi said that Chen Boyan was invincible among his peers was because he was born with the natal sword.That Wuwang sword was forged from the cold stone of Tianshan when his sword body was awakened, following the shape of the small sword in his dantian.

Therefore, although the Wuwang Sword is destined to become a famous sword, few people know its true colors so far.And how can the swords mastered by monks compare to this god-given sword?

While speaking, the spectators around recognized the identities of the three of them one after another.Gushan Jiange, the authentic way of swordsmanship in the world, this is a fact that ordinary people have heard.In addition, Jiange's costumes are the most immortal, and they look like immortals from a distance.

Different from the common people who are excited one by one, the monks around are thinking about it.Most of them are older casual cultivators who cannot enter the secret realm due to age restrictions, but this does not prevent them from participating in the grand event of the Immortal Kowtow Conference.Even today, there are still countless people coming from all over the world.

More and more monks gather in one city, which also means that the challenges facing the Gushan Jiange will become more severe.After all, when Zhou Zi crossed the fourteen states with his sword, there were countless casual cultivators who came to discuss the sword with him.

"This is Meng Xiu, Gu Shan's junior uncle?" One of them stood out from the crowd and cupped his hands at Meng Qiqi.

"Exactly." Meng Qiqi put her hands behind her back and nodded slightly sideways.

"He Yungui in Qingzhou, I would like to ask my junior uncle Meng for advice." The man's words were sonorous, with the coldness of the sword in his words, although they didn't hurt anyone, they were too sharp.

Meng Qiqi's expression remained unchanged, "You and I have only known each other for three breaths, and we have no grievances, enmities or friendship, why should I fight you?"

"I don't care about friendship in the kendo sparring, I just want to see Gu Shan's young master's demeanor, and I hope it will come true." He Yungui cupped his hands again.

Meng Qiqi flicked his sleeves, "If everyone is like you, Brother Mu, you stop and fight, I still have He Ningri. Zhou Ziheng is my junior uncle, but he is him, and I am me. He puts that on me, Meng Xiu."

At this time, the fighting weapons of the two monks next to him coincided with the decisive round, and the two flying swords struck together with a clang, and the strong wind gently lifted the white veil, revealing Meng Qiqi's true face.

The white gauze was raised, and then fell down quickly.

A fleeting glimpse is like a fleeting shadow, fleeting.He Yungui only had time to see his pair of phoenix eyes with cold sword light, but he didn't see anything else.

But one glance is enough.

"Brother Meng, if you feel offended, you can choose a day to fight." He Yungui said in a deep voice.

Meng Qiqi lightly said, "Brother He, don't worry. These days, all the heroes gathered in Jinling City. There are probably not a few people who want to discuss swords with me. I'll just talk about it, so that everyone can know my rules. I want to discuss with me. , okay, beat my great nephew first."

Great nephew?Everyone looked at Chen Boyan one after another.Chen Boyan frowned slightly, and his questioning eyes fell on Meng Qiqi, but Meng Qiqi seemed to have heard something, and turned his eyes to the battle situation beside him.

The younger monk's face turned pale, and his gesture changed again, and the flying sword circled an arc and hit the opponent's hilt directly.However, the other party manipulated the flying sword as if with divine help and made a move of the dragon swinging its tail, knocking out the flying sword of the young monk completely.

The young cultivator took two steps back, and the tension in his heart dissipated, and he lost the weapon.But if you lose, you lose. Although he is unwilling, he still maintains his basic demeanor.

The two called back their natal swords, and both cupped their hands, "Give up."

There was applause all around.

"Master nephew, do you listen to my little uncle?" Meng Qiqi looked back with a smile.

Chen Boyan caught the flash of cunning in his eyes, and nodded helplessly, "My nephew is willing to help." Immediately, Chen Boyan turned around, raised his hand, and faced the monks, "Please."

He Yungui didn't want to fight Chen Boyan, but just as he was about to say no, the little girl behind Meng Qiqi poked her head out, blinked, and asked with a smile, "Aren't you afraid to fight my senior brother? If you don't want to Fight with my big brother, you can also fight with Qinggu."

He Yungui was stunned?Where is this coming from?

The onlookers were also stunned. There were quite a few cultivators who wanted to force Meng Qiqi to find out his truth, but why did Meng Qiqi force them to fight Chen Boyan in just a few moments?

As for fighting with a little girl, that's absolutely impossible, you'll lose your share.

But if they really fight Chen Boyan... There are so many elders among them, one by one lined up to find a younger generation to fight, and it will spread...

Even if Chen Boyan is really talented and can play a good game, it is not easy to be a bird.

On the other side, Meng Qiqi had already given Chen Boyan a look, and Chen Boyan nodded in agreement, took off the Wuwang sword and held it in his hand, stepped forward, and begged again.

He Yungui had no choice but to say, "I'm many years older than you, and I'm afraid I'll take advantage of you in terms of cultivation, why don't we have a fight, how about it?"

Chen Boyan thought for a while, then said: "Yes."

In terms of cultivation alone, He Yungui believed that he was a senior, so he must be deeper.But when it comes to the natal sword, maybe Chen Boyan is even more blessed by nature, so the method of using the fighting weapon is the most fair.

However, some people in the crowd still couldn't help but secretly scolded "Old Fox", He Yungui had won a good reputation, and losing would not be too embarrassing.The young monks who followed Meng Qiqi out of the Tanghualou also noticed the situation here. Many people gathered here, their eyes swept over Meng Qiqi and Chen Boyan, not knowing what they were thinking.

After a while, Chen Boyan and He Yungui made their way out, and they stood face to face.

He Yungui solemnly declared: "Ten strokes are the limit, click as many as you can."

Chen Boyan nodded, and the fight started.He Yungui drew his two palms to the left and right sides, and quickly called out the natal sword. It was not very gorgeous, but it was also extremely sharp.

It's just that at this moment, everyone's attention is on Chen Boyan.What kind of demeanor does the god-given sword, which is rare in a hundred years, have?

I saw Chen Boyan's brow and sword mark becoming more and more frosty white, with a faint light emerging.He also didn't hold the sword with both hands like most monks did. He stood up straight, as straight as a green pine, with one hand hanging naturally by his side, and the other sticking out into the void.There were no complicated gestures or sword tactics, he just probed into the void and grabbed his sword.

For him, it was as simple as eating and drinking.

He Yungui's eyes darkened slightly, and the only trace of carelessness in his heart was strangled to death.The spectators also unconsciously put too much attention into it, and even Meng Qiqi's figure faded away in their eyes.

Meng Qiqi glanced past the disciples of Tu Youqiong who came hurriedly behind him, turned his head to wink at Qinggu, and the two retreated from the crowd without a trace.After retreating far enough, Meng Qiqi said loudly: "Everyone, fight slowly, Meng Xiu is waiting for you at the Lion Tower."

Only then did the crowd come back to their senses, but when they looked back, Meng Qiqi had already escaped into the crowd.

A while later, in front of a private house four streets away from the competition site, Meng Qiqi looked up at the mottled vermilion paint on the door, and asked Qing Gu to knock on the door.

After waiting for a long time, a reply came from the door, "Who is it?"

Meng Qiqi said loudly, "It's Zhou Zhoulang's old friend, I need to see Grandma Zhu."

When the voice fell, the magpies on the branch were startled, and a dead leaf from last year was shaken off by their chirping.Qinggu looked up at it, one person and one bird stared with big eyes and small eyes, staring out the bored waiting.

After an unknown amount of time, the old wooden door finally opened a crack, and a timid young woman poked her head out and bowed to Meng Qiqi.

"Grandma asked, is Shiro here?" she asked.

"Si Lang didn't come, but the young man who wrote the letter with mother-in-law came." Meng Qiqi smiled and was gentle and polite.

The woman glanced behind him, but she did not see anyone, and sighed in her eyes, "Come in, my mother-in-law is inside."

The author has something to say: I started fighting all the way to the enemy's grandma's house.

The sentence that one sword strikes fourteen states horizontally comes from "Sacrificing Money to Shangfu" One Sword Frost and Cold Fourteen States