Tell you not to touch my sword [Cultivation]

In the Taoist temple of Qingjing Mountain, there is a statue of a celestial master riding a green bull upside down.

Qingniu faces the outside, facing the pilgrims going up the mountain.With both horns facing the sky and an arrogant expression, one front foot is slightly bent, stepping on the auspicious clouds, as if it is about to fly away.The celestial master riding on the back of the bull is facing the Taoist temple, with the mountain road on his back. He is dressed in a broad Taoist robe, and looks like the rest of the celestial masters.

However, I don't know whether the creator of the statue was inadvertent or intentional. In the statue of the celestial master riding a bull on Qingjing Mountain, the celestial master is not holding a scroll with both hands, but a branch with one hand, and put it on his back.Because of this movement, the figure riding on the back of the green bull does not look dignified, but rather playful.

Xiao Daoluan's heart moved.

He has seen this portrait... no, it should be said that he has seen this back view.It's not as dignified and simple as a piece of bronze like a statue, but more vivid and colorful.

Also on a mountain.

Someone rode an old green bull, slowly swinging up from the bottom of the mountain.The mountain road was bumpy, and his body heaved and fell accordingly, as if he could fall off the back of the bull at any time.The man held an ancient book in both hands, lowered his head and read it with relish, as if he didn't care at all about the future where he might have a broken head and blood.

until someone called him.

The bull rider woke up like a dream, and hurriedly stuffed the ancient book into his arms.

The person who had called him before came with a sword and wanted to grab the book, but was slapped away with one hand.In the blink of an eye, the two of them went through several moves, all of which were fierce moves, and if one of them accidentally disassembled, blood would be seen.The sand and stones on the mountain road were stirring, and those who didn't know thought that the two were competing for the secret skill.

The rider of the bull saw that a corner of the old cow was cut off by the sword energy, and felt extremely distressed. He threw the ancient book into the arms of the visitor, and said anxiously, "Isn't this the mustard seed garden recipe, here it is for you."

The visitor clicked twice, pressed down the foot of the page that was blown by the mountain wind, and said: "I always stay on the mountain, and birds are about to fade out of my mouth. But you don't know that there is salted duck in this book. Own spicy chicken."

The visitor took the ancient book, casually leaned against an old tree, picked up the book, and stuck it very close, as if he wanted to glue his eyeballs to the page.

With empty hands, the bull rider broke off a branch in boredom, fed all the young leaves on it to the old green cow, and stuffed the remaining few leaves into his mouth, chewed them a few times, and spit them out.

"Have you read the Chongying Sword Art that I asked you to read last time?"

The person holding the ancient book didn't answer. Judging by the frequency of his head shaking, he seemed to have fallen asleep.

The man on the bull muttered, "Why did you take away all the boring things..." He turned around, leaned on the back of the bull, looked up at the sky, felt quite comfortable shaking, and soon fell asleep. caught.

……

He could see all these clearly, but he just watched.It wasn't him who did the hands-on or the conversation.

Xiao Daoluan remembered that the person who came to grab the book with his sword should be one of his senior brothers, who always liked to doze off under the tree with the book in his hand.It looks like he didn't see anything, but his knowledge must not be under Xiao He, who has a collection of tens of thousands of books in Zangfeng Pavilion.

Who is he fighting against?

With the proficiency of the two in dismantling, there must be many intersections on weekdays.Let's see that the man's expression is relaxed and effortless when he strikes, his cultivation level must be higher than that of his senior brother.This person should also be one of his sect, why does he have no impression?

Xiao Daoluan suddenly clenched the sword in his hand.He couldn't remember what the man looked like.It is clear that in the picture just recalled, the movements of the two people fighting each other are very clear, and the face of the other person is also vivid, except for the person riding the bull...

His face was blurry, as if separated by a layer of fog.

Only the face was unfamiliar, but the figure was very familiar to him.Whether it is the flexible wrist that can control the best swordsmanship, or the lazily bent back after relaxing, he memorizes it by heart as if he has seen it silently thousands of times.

Even when he saw this statue of a celestial master riding upside down on a green bull, just from his back, he could tell from the angle of his body leaning to the right and the angle of raising the branches that this was that person.

Xiao Daoluan frowned and stared at the bronze statue in front of him, thinking, if he turned to the back of the bronze statue, would he be able to see the man's face clearly?

With his heart moving, Xiao Daoluan took a step forward.

Soaring sword light.

It's not on Qingjing Mountain, but in that direction is Qingliang Mountain, the main peak.

And that sword light——

Xiao Daoluan didn't hide his cultivation any more, and cut off the green bull's horn with one sword.The two corners fell to the ground together, and there was a clang for a while, but there was nothing but bronze that fell to the ground.

The Nine Revolving Pill is not in the Green Bull Horn.

He only glanced at the bronze rolling on the ground, the tip of the sword touched the ground, flew up, and landed on the back of the bronze statue.

A lifeless face.The little charm revealed in the back was completely destroyed by this face that can be seen in any Taoist temple.

Xiao Daoluan didn't know where he got a trace of anger.

Would love to ruin this face because...

The sword light on the top of Qingliang Mountain is even stronger.The person who used that sword had already used all his strength, but another sword light that followed showed that even if it was a sword with all his strength, he was still firmly suppressed.

Xiao Daoluan glanced at the bronze statue coldly, aroused Yuege, and Yujian pointed directly at Qingliang Mountain.

……

When Shen Ke walked out of the inn, he hesitated for a moment.However, he soon felt guilty for his hesitation, and quickened his pace towards the west of the city.

He thought, maybe after being admitted to Guiyi Sect, he didn't have to do it so recklessly.After people have some thoughts in their hearts, they tend to cherish their lives more.It doesn't matter if that thought is a bowl of hot soup, a new dress, or a person.

But things didn't go the way he expected.He thought he could sneak into the Guiyi sect to inquire about some news, or secretly observe the anomalies of the members of the Guiyi sect, but he didn't expect that the first member of the Guiyi sect he saw was the first disciple.

He knew that the head disciple of Guiyi Sect was called Mo Lie, and he also knew that the other party was now a cultivator of Huashen, and he once asked Xiao Daoluan if the two had really fought each other, and what was the result.

When he saw the green robe with the complicated patterns, which symbolized the status of the first disciple, his first reaction was to pretend not to know and pass by with his head down.

But Mo Lie stopped him.

Without calling out his name, what he said was: "Master is really good at predicting things. Since you are here, leave the sword behind."

Two simple sentences, but Shen Ke could hear the meaning contained in them.

What does it mean that the master really predicts things like a god?He joined Guiyi sect because of Lin Ziyou. If the suzerain Mo Heng could really expect this, it would undoubtedly mean that he was not ignorant of Lin Ziyou's affairs.With a more sinister mind, if something happened to Lin Ziyou, it might be the hands of Gui Yizong, the master and apprentice!

Shen Ke raised his head and said, "You knew I would come?"

Mo Lie was successful at a young age, and he was regarded as the leader of the younger generation of the Guiyi sect. The peer who made him admire, that is, Cangwu, the head disciple of the Lianshan sect, after the battle three years ago, at most one more Xiao Daoluan.Facing a sword repairer like Shen Ke, he didn't even bother to put on a gesture: "Yes."

"You also know that Lin Ziyou will die?"

Shen Ke originally didn't intend to ask the question explicitly, but Mo Lie's posture made him feel deeply ominous, so he said this half with speculation, vaguely hoping that the other party would give a negative answer.

Mo Lie said, "Lin Ziyou? Who is that?"

Shen Kefang breathed a sigh of relief, and the other party said again: "Oh, I overestimated my sword against the master, the guy who died yesterday."

Shen Ke's body shook.He supported Mo Jian with both hands, so as not to stand unsteadily in a trance, but he felt that the blood in his body was surging and he couldn't control it at all.

Lin Ziyou died.

Lin Ziyou really died.

The result was no surprise, but I was still extremely resentful when I heard people mention the news.He wanted to yell at that impulsive guy, make him impulsive, let him do things beyond his head, this time he is really dead.

They used to curse each other like this, but this time no matter how much he cursed, Lin Ziyou would not fight back.

The dead can't die anymore.

Mo Lie looked at the ink sword without any brilliance in Shen Ke's hands, and suddenly remembered something, and said with a smile on his lips: "The master just asked him to fetch something, and that guy betrayed the master, and even lost a The fate of no bones left. What can be more important than your own life? Isn't this stupid?"

Of course nothing is more important than your own life.Shen Ke nodded expressionlessly, even the fools begging on the street knew that if their lives were lost, no matter how big and delicious steamed buns they got, they could only be taken to the ground to eat.

But some people are just dumber than dumb.

Lin Ziyou counts as one.

He is also one.

Shen Ke stroked the hilt of the ink sword. Instead of calming down, the surging sword energy in his body flowed from his dantian to his right hand under his thoughts.

The meridians became slightly heated due to the collision, and the black hair was aroused by the overflowing sword energy, flying in all directions.

There was a little interest in Mo Lie's eyes, as if looking at a boring dead thing, it suddenly came alive and jumped up and down.

Shen Ke thought soberly, when Lin Ziyou threw a sword at Mo Heng, the other party must have had the same gaze.Belittling, contemptuous, teasing... as if whatever they do, it's just for fun.This world has never lacked such a pair of master-disciple people, because they are born with something that others cannot hope for, so they think they are superior to others, and treat others' joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys as appetizers, and make comments from time to time, which is boring.

"You know he is helpless, you know he is stupid, you know that nothing is more important than your own life, you know everything—" Shen Ke raised his eyebrows, "Then do you know that you will die?"