Cultivation

When Zhang Linggu came out of the water, he saw a woman standing beside Fengyu Tower, wearing a blue dress, which was very graceful against the black rocks. The material of the dress was probably waterproof. , splashed by the waves and still swaying in the wind.

Although I only saw the woman's side profile, I could still see Juanrou's face. She seemed to be very familiar with Fengyulou. After she said something, she couldn't help laughing, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of Fengyulou's mouth after hearing it. .

Feng Yu Lou actually laughed?

Feng Yu Lou actually laughed because of a woman?

He never smiled to himself...

Zhang Linggu relaxed and let himself fall on the surface of the sea, only feeling that his chest was so tight that he couldn't breathe.

Yu Yuanzhou turned into a nine-twist and eighteen-turn curve for Fengyulou. Zhang Linggu inherited this blood-linked emotion and planted an innate love root very disappointingly. He and Yu Yuanzhou have always felt that Fengyu Yu Lou drunkenly asked that he would never touch peach blossoms in his whole life, only worried that his emotions would be too abrupt, but never thought that he would be as straight as the East China Sea Dinghai God Needle without any wrinkles, and one day Yu Lou would find a female cultivator to be a Taoist partner... …

A burst of despondency made Zhang Linggu wish he could drown for a while. Feeling something was wrong with Zhang Linggu, the two most lively sword spirits emerged from the sword and floated beside Zhang Linggu. He looked at Zhang Linggu who looked like a dead fish in confusion.

The more memories I have in the sleepy Longyuan, the more eager I am to think about it. I have used all eighteen martial arts skills in playing, playing and singing, and spent ten years with these old and immortal sword spirits, isn't it just to come back and have a look at him?

If he had known that he would see his lover with a partner, he might as well spend his whole life brushing broken swords under the impoverished Longyuan.

It is best to find someone to fight when you are unhappy. Fighting with these sword spirits is obviously not enough to vent. Zhang Linggu flew up from the water fiercely, driving the sword light without saying a word. Go to the South China Sea.

The Qiongshu Baozhi he and Shangguanli mentioned are not fabricated, but have something, but it is a treasure of the town of Putuo Island in the South China Sea. It can restore hundreds of grasses and plant thousands of flowers, and even the precious and difficult flowers can flourish with just a drop. For decades.

Originally, Zhang Linggu planned to ask for a few drops with good words, but now he felt unhappy. As soon as he got on the island, he directly lifted the huge stone engraved with the three characters of Putuo Island on the island. On the boulder, he said to the panic-stricken disciple Shoudao with a look of innocence, "Call someone who can take charge."

Hearing the ringing of the alarm bells and seeing the sword light dancing on the island as if facing an enemy, Zhang Linggu felt a sense of joy in his heart.

A few disciples guarding the island gate rushed up dutifully, and the leader saw that Zhang Linggu was wearing the Taoist uniform of Prison Longling - he was walking smoothly when he left - with five swords on his back, his appearance was strange Unable to figure out the details, he still said in a deep voice: "Who dares to trespass on Putuo Island? Report your name!"

Zhang Linggu drew a sword from behind casually, and the sword spirit attached to this sword appeared behind Zhang Linggu, as if he had been coated with a layer of golden light, and he and the sword spirit behind him simultaneously Raising the sword and swiping downward, the two sword intents superimposed, forcibly splitting a ditch in the hard ground of Putuo Island.

This is the long and narrow part of the island, from east to west, it is more than ten feet long. Seeing the sea water flowing through this freshly baked ditch, the disciples guarding the island gate were shocked.

A sword splits more than ten feet, what kind of sword energy is this?

The leading disciple whispered to the fellow disciples beside him, "Quickly invite the island master."

He himself asked Zhang Linggu loudly: "This fellow Taoist from Prisoner Longling, everyone is an ally of Wanxianzong. If there is anything on Putuo Island that has neglected Prisonerlongling, everyone can go to Wanxianzong to say something. I understand, it is unreasonable for you to bully me like this!"

"Okay, I'll reason with you." Zhang Linggu didn't explain that he was not a disciple of Prison Longling at all. He threw a bamboo tube from his sleeve: "I have nothing else to do. I just pass by the South China Sea and I'm thirsty. Take some Qiongshu Baozhi to moisten your throat, I have heard that Putuo Island has always been hospitable, so I think you will not be stingy with such a little thing, right?"

Qiongshu Baozhi is the only crystal dew condensed on the Qionghua tree in Putuo Island. Only on the day of the full moon every month, when the wind and the full moon shines on the moonlight, a few drops will be produced, and Zhang Linggu will throw it out. If this bamboo tube is filled up, it must be filled with all the hard work collected in Putuo Island in seven or eight years.

Not to mention that a junior disciple guarding the island gate cannot be the master, even if the island master comes, he cannot agree.

The island owner soon came, holding a qin in his hand, clasped the strings with his fingers and waved his hand involuntarily, sending out the internal force along with the sound of the qin, and for a moment the piece of Zhang Linggu standing was blazing with vigor.

After the lightning and flint, Zhang Linggu was intact under the protection of the five sword spirits. He raised his eyebrows: "It's over."

He swept up from the pile of rubble, and the five sword spirits

He rushed towards the five different directions, and he aimed at the island owner. As soon as the island owner tapped the string, Zhang Linggu was already close at hand, and the sword in his hand passed between the body of the piano and the strings. The strings were lifted so that the island owner couldn't exert his strength at all.

Under the sword's edge, the strings of the zither would break at the touch of a finger, but the island owner refused to back down. He shouted: "Gong!"

Five girls holding pipas came out more and more and formed a circle around them. Their fingers danced on the strings, and each song was like silver beads falling on the plate. Pulse, let his heart beat faster with the sound of the piano, and he felt a burst of blood spurting.

Zhang Linggu gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength, the three-foot sword in his hand directly broke the strings of the island master, and the five sword spirits also fell back and raised their swords and chopped off the strings of the pipa.

Zhang Linggu restrained the island owner with a backhand, and pressed the sword on the island owner's neck: "I'm a little irritable today, don't force me to see blood."

Putuo Island is well-known, but most of them cultivate flowers and cultivate alchemy. They are not very good at fighting all the way. Zhang Linggu gave them a big blow with absolute domineering and strength, which shocked all the disciples on the island.

Throwing rats dare not step forward.

He leaned into the island owner's ear and asked, "Is my request too much? Is a bottle of dew more important than your life?"

The island owner squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Scholars can be killed but not humiliated."

"Who insulted you?" Zhang Linggu looked at the island owner with disgust, "I'm not interested in old pickles like you."

The island owner was too angry to speak.

The owner of the second island, who has a more mellow personality, has already sent Zhang Linggu's bamboo tube filled with Qiongshu Baozhi: "Young man, take this, it can be regarded as a good relationship between us and you on Putuo Island."

Zhang Linggu dropped the bamboo tube into his hand with a move, he weighed the heavy bamboo tube, let go of the island master, and accompanied by five sword spirits, he soared into the sky.

The second island owner hurried to support the island owner: "Brother, are you alright?"

"Something happened!" The island owner kicked his younger brother, and he roared to vent his dissatisfaction: "Why did you give it to him?! Don't you see that I have another trick?"

"I'm sorry, brother, I didn't see it, but he was wearing the Taoist uniform of Prison Dragon Ridge. I don't think it's that simple. A little Taoist boy dares to bully us on Putuo Island. It's definitely not his fault. There must be the backing of Prisoner Longling." The second island owner hurriedly defended himself: "Let's go directly to Wanxianzong to ask for an explanation."

The author has something to say: I am so tired of typing on my mobile phone, I will do this for today