The fairy is fierce

Three thousand miles of mountains and rivers are approaching in an instant, and a cool autumn rain is also ushering in.

In the autumn breeze, a small ferry docked at the ferry. Countless male and female monks with swords disembarked from it. A family of three, two men and one woman, mixed in among them.

The little girl with a round face walked in front, carrying an iron pipa on her back, still talking nonstop about what she saw and heard:

"Do you see the gap between the two mountains in front? That's the 'Sword Gate'. They say it looks like a sword falling from the sky. No matter how I look at it, it looks like... um... like Sister Jingxun's breasts..."

His words were still non-vegetarian, but he seemed a little absent-minded as he spoke, as if he was hiding something on his mind.

The handsome swordsman changed into a white robe, with two long swords hanging on his waist, and an oil-paper umbrella in his hand. He looked at the mountains in the distance and did not notice anything strange about the round-faced girl.

Tang Jingxuan walked under the oil-paper umbrella, bit her lower lip and looked at the ground, lowered her head and walked slowly. The appearance of such a well-behaved little daughter-in-law is not that Tang Jingxuan is timid and shy in a foreign land, but...she is numb from being licked!

Tang Jingxuan still felt uncomfortable after getting off the boat. She adjusted her skirt from time to time to avoid looking strange. Thinking back on the three-day journey, she didn't know how she got here.

After boarding the ship, Tang Jingxun wanted to comfort her husband and calm his mood after the conflict.

The husband wanted a reward, so Tang Jingxun naturally had to give it. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of a good idea, so he asked his mother-in-law who knew everything.

The result is self-evident. The mother-in-law said "Go away" and said, "I won't disturb you for the next few days. You can do whatever you want."

When Tang Jingxuan saw this, he told his husband, "You can be as comfortable as you want, just don't pity me."

My husband was sympathetic to the beauty, so he naturally refused to agree.

Tang Jingxun was not convinced, and he acted angry without knowing the truth, and said, "Either don't touch me, or kill me, choose one."

My husband had nothing to say, and then...

My voice became hoarse.

I have known Xiao Zuo for so many years, but I have never seen him look so wild. He is almost like a wolf in spring. He really doesn't care about people, he presses him on the kang and wants to die...

While Tang Jingxuan was walking, he secretly glanced at the elegant young man holding an umbrella next to him. Seeing this otherworldly appearance, he wanted to mutter "hypocrisy", but was intimidated and could not recover. After much hesitation, he still couldn't. He dared to speak and just said:

"When the three of them come over, if you don't deal with her, it's just partiality."

Zuo Lingquan smiled calmly and had no words. He just thought in his heart: Qingwan is not such a tiger, and Lingye will not ask for trouble. The princess can't bear it for three times. You are the only newborn calf who is not afraid of grass. Now you know how powerful it is. ?

As the three of them walked, Tuanzi, who was always lively, squatted on Xie Qiutao's shoulders, shouting "chichichi..." and looking at the distant mountains and making gestures with his wings, probably to indicate to his mother that the rounder shape and the upside-down bowl were better. It looks like a bowl and looks nothing like the two mountains.

It's a pity that no one understands these dirty words.

Zuo Lingquan followed Xie Qiutao towards the mountains at the end of his field of vision. He saw more immortal masters and swordsmen on the road than he imagined, and there were no less than ten thousand people gathered along the way.

Xie Qiutao asked casually along the way and learned from the casual cultivator that Luojian Mountain had a good player called Wen Jian a few days ago. He had won two games in a row and today he challenged Song Qianji in Luojian Mountain.

The last person who could reach this point was a casual swordsman six months ago. This situation is rare, so many people come to watch the excitement.

As for the incident at Thunder Bluff Duobao Pond, the monks along the way also chatted, but Luojian Mountain probably suppressed the news. Not many people chatted, and most of their eyes were on today's 'Asking the Sword'.

After Xie Qiutao walked near the gate of Luojian Mountain, although she was full of confidence, she was still a little timid when she arrived. She came to Zuo Lingquan and asked:

“We’ve arrived at the place, how do we start the show? Shout ‘Han Song, come out’, or smash the sign?”

Luojian Mountain is an ancient wealthy sect. The sect is very large. The whole picture cannot be seen from the outside. You can only see an ancient archway that has lasted for thousands of years on the countryside outside the mountains, with the word "Luojian" written on it.

Zuo Lingquan followed the crowd under the autumn rain to the archway and looked up:

"It's useless to break the sign. If you want to break it, break the spirit in these two words."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Slap in the face."

"oh."

……——

The autumn rain outside the mountains is like a curtain, but there is no rain at all under the Summer Peak.

Nearly ten thousand monks gathered around the sword platform outside the Panlong Wall, including men, women, old and young. The humming sound of whispers could be heard everywhere, but there was no movement on the sword platform, only a faint chill.

The young swordsman in military uniform sat cross-legged on the sword platform, with his long sword across his knees, closing his eyes and concentrating, waiting for the time to arrive, without being disturbed by the attention of the crowd.

In front of the panlong wall, there is still the Taishi chair, with the leader Xue Yuanxia in the middle. There are a few more people around than in the past few days, all of them are famous foreign sects who came to watch today's competition.

Alchemy Elder Han Song sat behind Xue Yuanxia and reported things softly:

"After three days of searching, nothing was found. I'm afraid he has run away. I have punished my nephew and let him stay in the market to recuperate and lure the snake out of its hole. As long as this kid dares to go and come back, he will definitely come back..."

Xue Yuanxia was not surprised by this outcome: "Escaped quietly, without daring to reveal his true name. He must be a rogue cultivator with no background. Just let people pay attention to it, and suppress this matter as soon as possible."

"clear……"

After Xue Yuanxia finished instructing Han Song, he turned to the bustling crowd with some doubts in his eyes.

The doubt did not come from the escaped swordsman, but from the fact that there were more people present today than he expected.

Wenjian of this scale can indeed attract the attention of monks on the mountain top, but most of them are facing each other from the cave, and the only people who will be present in person are people from nearby small sects and practicing families.

Not so today.

Xue Yuanxia scanned the crowd and saw a few unusual figures.

First, there is a couple standing in the edge verandah, carrying a harp and jade flute, and wearing sect attire. They are Bo Yezi and Yahe from Qianqiu Yuefu.

These two people are the deacons of Qianqiu Yuefu, and they have been recruiting good young people all year round. They probably just came back from outside this time, passed by Thunder Bluff, and stopped by to take a look.

Qianqiu Yuefu took the position of Thunder Bluff's boss from Luojian Mountain, and they were on a personal relationship. The other party came without handing over a name card, so Xue Yuanxia naturally wouldn't take the initiative to answer. What caught his attention was the tall man next to the couple.

The man is Bao Xiangyang of the Eight-Armed Xuanmen, who is responsible for the external affairs of the sect. In the past, he only came here when something happened, but this was the first time he came here quietly in private. It would be a bit far-fetched to say that he was just watching the fun on a whim.

What puzzled Xue Yuanxia the most was an old Taoist.

The old Taoist stood in a pavilion not far from Shuju Peak. He was wearing a blue Taoist robe and was dressed normally, but on his head was a lotus crown.

The lotus crown is the highest grade of Taoist hats. Those who can wear this hat are Taoist masters with profound Taoism. Ordinary Taoist priests dare not wear it casually.

Although his face was concealed and he could not identify any of the true monarchs in the Taoist ancestral family, wearing this hat definitely meant that his seat in the ancestral hall was not low.

Sword cultivators pursue "combat power first, longevity second", and even go to the extreme to replace the origin of the Five Elements with the life sword, which violates the original intention of practice and is regarded as a "heretic" by Taoists. Reluo, let alone Luojian Mountain, I never looked at it seriously in the past.

There must be a reason why people from the Taoist ancestral family came to Luojian Mountain to join in the fun. Seeing that the other party came uninvited and showed no intention of saying hello, he did not try to warm up to him, but secretly pondered the purpose of this person's visit.

While Xue Yuanxia secretly analyzed all Taoist friends, others also secretly had their own thoughts.

In the outer verandah, while Bao Xiangyang was chatting, he kept looking at Han Song under the dragon wall, thinking about the doubts in his heart.

Bao Xiangyang came here naturally not to watch swordsmen fight.

He encountered the conflict in Duobao Pond a few days ago and was very curious about what would happen next. He was curious about the identity of 'Sword Immortal Zuo Ci' and how Luo Jianshan would respond.

Based on the few words of Huang Ji and the Black Cliff Sword Demon Chu Yi, it can be inferred that ‘Zuo Ci’ is a person who cannot be conquered by Luo Jian Mountain.

Bao Xiangyang originally thought that Han Song would suffer a big loss when he found a place for his nephew outside the market, but he and his two fellow Taoists waited eagerly for a few days. The arrogant swordsman who had not retreated even half a step in Duobao Pond turned out silently. Xi ran away!

It's normal to run away when something like this happens. After all, Luo Jianshan is not an unknown person, and most people can't afford to offend him.

But Bao Xiangyang, Huang Ji and others all believed that 'Zuo Ci' would escape, and that indomitable sword intent was something that a coward could not develop.

In order to follow up, Chu Yi and Huang Ji were waiting beside Han Chupeng. The swordsman kept his promise, and Zuo Ci would definitely come back to kill Han Chupeng.

Bao Xiangyang also waited for two days, only to find that Han Song turned back after searching everywhere.

Bao Xiangyang thought that Han Song had captured Zuo Ci, so he came to Luojian Mountain to wait, hoping to see which ancestor from the top of the mountain would come to kill him. Huang Ji felt that Han Song couldn't catch Zuo Ci, so he still waited near Han Chupeng.

At present, Huang Ji's guess is correct.

The expressions of the elders of Luojian Mountain were calm and there was no sign of kicking the iron plate at all. It was probably because they hadn't been caught yet, so Han Song left the matter to his disciples.

Bao Xiangyang was not interested in the competition on the stage. He didn't want to miss the drama of 'Zuo Ci' eradicating the roots under the nose of Luojian Mountain. After waiting for a long time and seeing nothing strange, he was ready to return to Thunder Bluff.

But when Bao Xiangyang was saying goodbye to his Taoist friends from Qianqiu Yuefu, his eyes moved, and he seemed to see something extraordinary out of the corner of his eye, entering the crowd outside the Jianmen...——

"Come out, come out!"

"Zhao Jianxian, this is the person, give him some color to see..."

"You dare to come to Huajunzhou to ask for a sword even though you are in a small place in Dongzhou..."

There was a lot of noise under the Shuju Peak.

There were only two small figures on the giant round platform with a radius of several hundred feet, while nearly ten thousand monks gathered around the round platform.

Most of the monks watching the excitement were casual cultivators, and there were also disciples of the sect. Most of them were people from the surrounding areas, and a small number of monks came from Yuyaozhou.

Luo Jianshan sounded arrogant, but he looked down on Dongzhou no matter what. The experts from the Xian family just looked on with cold eyes, but the young monk from Hua Junzhou was excited about this and felt extremely shameless.

Most of the monks outside the sword platform came to cheer Luo Jian Mountain. Out of their confidence in Song Qianji, their tone was even more arrogant than that of Luo Jian Mountain.

Some of the monks who came from Jade Yaozhou could only hold back. They couldn't say anything except hoping that the swordsman on the stage could create a miracle and avenge his shame. They had no confidence in this sword discussion.

Because Song Qianji is too strong!

Song Qianji is the junior uncle of Luojian Mountain. He is no longer a disciple-level monk. Swordsmen do not pay attention to "literary fighting" in fighting, and they all rely on hard power.

Any one of the Ten Sword Emperors would definitely have no problem defeating Song Qianji, but 'all the Dongzhou swordsmen are hereditary' is an arrogant and ignorant joke. The Dongzhou swordsman took this seriously and came to argue with a centenary-year-old junior. Winning means nothing, losing will bring shame to the entire Dongzhou.

Therefore, the people who can come to 'Ask the Sword' to rectify Dongzhou's name are all vigorous disciples or casual swordsmen. They vent their anger when they win and lose when they lose. It's just that they are not good at studying, so it cannot be said that Dongzhou's swordsmanship is not good.

In this case, Song Qianji has become an invincible troublemaker. It is impossible for casual cultivators to defeat the direct descendants of wealthy families. If they lose one day, they will admit that "Dongzhou swordsmanship is not a heresy". What can you do? ?

Do you have the guts to say in reply, "Hua Junzhou's swordsmanship is all heretical"?

If a famous swordsman comes to Dongzhou to find a fight, Luojianshan will single-handedly suppress the entire Dongzhou, and his reputation will take off immediately.

This incident is a costless and profitable transaction for Luojian Mountain. The more serious people in Dongzhou, the greater the benefits to them.

The young swordsmen who came to ask about swords all understood this truth.

But if a person who is practicing swordsmanship is not strong in spirit, what is the name of a person who is practicing swordsmanship?

The Master Sword Emperor can't get ahead, and he can't stand this tone anymore.

So there were still people coming one after another, and today it was Zhao Wuxie's turn.

On the sword platform, Zhao Wuxie held a sword in his hand and wore a military uniform. He looked at the swordsman with an unruly face walking from under the Panlong Wall and raised his head slightly.

Since he followed his master across the sea, Zhao Wuxie was left in Huajunzhou and has been to many places. His childhood hatred has long since ended, and now he only has the word 'sword' in his heart.

But no matter how hard Zhao Wuxie tried, he could never forget the swordsman who fought side by side under Qingyun City, and that shocking sword!

I once had little knowledge and only thought that it was very powerful. One day, I could have that kind of grace.

Later, as he walked farther and higher, he gradually realized how terrifying that sword was!

No matter how hard he works, how he chases, how he pushes himself, that dazzling sword is like the stars hanging in the night sky. You can see it, but you can never touch it. No matter how high you climb, the distance is still out of reach!

Therefore, Zhao Wuxie has always carried the spiritual weapon-level ‘Golden Sun’ with him, always reminding himself that there is a mountain ahead of him, a mountain that must be insurmountable, but must be climbed! valley

Fortunately, after hard work from all directions, Zhao Wuxie was already very close to that sword.

Even if it's not comparable, it's still enough to amaze the world.

Now, as a swordsman born in Southern Wasteland, it’s time to rectify the name of his hometown!

Even if he can't beat Song Qianji, the grace of this sword can make everyone present understand that the future of swordsmanship belongs to the younger generation of Yuyaozhou, and Song Qianji only wins because of his age!

Zhao Wuxie held down the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and before starting to fight, he glanced at Dongzhou again.

I don’t know where my friend surnamed Zuo is now.

In just a few years, seeing me so close to you, I wonder if you will be surprised or feel pressured.

Maybe both...

Zhao Wuxie smiled, raised his eyes and looked at the Panlong Wall in front of him as high as a mountain, and said in a loud voice:

"Nanhuang Zhao Wuxie, please teach me!"

"Ooh"

The scene outside Shuju Peak was boiling in an instant.

The famous people of the sect who were seated under the Panlong Wall also sat upright and concentrated on it. After all, the swordsman fought with only one thought.

Opposite the sword platform, Song Qianji, who looked about thirty, was wearing a brocade robe, holding one hand behind his back, and did not even touch the sword:

"Zhao Xiaoyou, you are young, Song will not take advantage of you, let you take the first move."

This move is too much, but Song Qianji does have the capital to do so.

Zhao Wuxie was not polite, bowed slightly and held the hilt of the sword with his right hand.

The whole place fell silent at this moment.

It was also at this moment that the sound of swords resounded throughout Shuju Peak, even causing ripples on the formation that shielded the wind and rain.

Chirp

The elders were startled. Even Bao Xiangyang, who was looking away, was attracted by the sword's intention. He turned his eyes back with surprise:

"Why are there so many freaks popping up recently..."

Before he finished speaking, a white rainbow appeared on the sword platform.

Zhao Wuxie was seen charging forward, pointing the sword in his hand, and a white crane appeared out of thin air. From a distance, it looked as if his whole body had transformed into a white crane, stabbing Song Qianji in front of him with its beak.

The sword's intention is ethereal and noble, but it does not lose its bone-piercing edge.

The entire audience was shocked. They never expected that Zhao Wuxie, who had been fighting with all his strength just a few days ago, could unleash such sword power, and his artistic conception directly soared several levels.

The monks who came from Yuyaozhou all looked amazed.

Unfortunately, before they started to be happy, the fight was over on stage.

Zhao Wuxie's sword power was astonishing, but the gap between him and Song Qianji was too great. His physical limit limited his speed and reaction.

Song Qianji also had surprise in his eyes, but the moment he took action with the sword, he had already come to Zhao Wuxie's side, and placed the sword in his hand with the scabbard on Zhao Wuxie's neck.

Their movements came to an abrupt halt.

The atmosphere of the whole place also froze at this moment, the eyes were filled with wonder and disappointment.

"this……"

"What a pity..."

"This swordsmanship is so beautiful. If Luo Jian Shan hadn't taken advantage of the realm, he would have lost..."

…

The Jade Yaozhou monks who were watching could only mutter a few words in anger.

Although the fight was very fast, the experts from the Immortal Family here were all experts and could see clearly.

Xue Yuanxia was determined, and his eyes showed approval:

"I didn't expect this kid to have a hidden hand. It has a bit of a 'Sword One' charm. Whose sword is this?"

Han Song said: "I just touched a bit of the door, but I can't tell much. It probably has something to do with the door."

When Xue Yuanxia heard this, he looked at the old Taoist priest on the distant mountain with a look of surprise.

On stage.

Song Qianji put away his sword, with arrogance still in his eyes, and said:

"Your swordsmanship is good, but it's a pity that it's not good enough for me to draw my sword. I see that you have great talent. If you don't have a master, would you like to join my Luojian Mountain?"

Zhao Wuxie has done his best, and it is enough to make all the elders of the sect amazed. The other party was not polite, and he was too lazy to be polite, just raised his hands and clasped his fists:

"I already have a master, and we will meet again if we are destined."

He put away his sword and turned to leave.

Song Qianji knew that the other party had this swordsmanship, and it must be from a famous teacher, so he didn't mock him too much. He raised his sword and looked at the thousands of cultivators:

"We fought too fast. I am sorry to spoil the fun for you fellow Taoists."

"Oh"

The words were very pretentious, which made many immortal masters frown, but countless casual cultivators in the audience fell for it and started cheering:

"Song Jianxian is indeed a master of swordsmanship..."

"Now Dongzhou knows how powerful Luojian Mountain is..."

...

The few cultivators from Yuyaozhou looked very unhappy, but they were not as skilled as others, so they could not say anything.

In the corridor at the edge, Bo Yezi of Qianqiu Music House shook his head and said:

"This boy is also a rare genius in Huajunzhou. If he can't beat him, it will be difficult for the young people in Dongzhou to save face. Let's go."

Daolu Yahe turned around.

But Bao Xiangyang, who was standing next to him, raised his right hand:

"Wait a minute."

Bo Yezi turned around:

"It's all over, what are you waiting for?"

Bao Xiangyang didn't say anything, just stared at the figure in the crowd who said "You shouldn't have come here"--

Under the Panlong Wall, Xue Yuanxia saw that it was time to end the scene, so he wanted to stand up and say a few words of praise to show the demeanor of the immortal family, but before he stood up, he was stunned.

Song Qianji, who was showing off his power, also noticed that Zhao Wuxie, who was walking away, stopped in his peripheral vision and looked at him with a little confusion.

The noisy cultivators gradually realized that something was wrong, and whispers came from somewhere in the crowd;

"Hey? This Taoist friend..."

"What's going on? Someone else is going up?"

"Look at this posture..."

The words spread, and the casual cultivators made way. Everyone outside the Panlong Wall saw a white-robed swordsman in the crowd, walking over slowly.

The swordsman was tall, well-proportioned, and had a very young face. He had two swords hanging from his waist, a pair of sword-like eyebrows, and a faint smile in his eyes.

Tap, tap, tap

Everyone fell silent in confusion, and the light footsteps were heard by many masters.

Xue Yuanxia frowned. The swordsman with two swords... sounds familiar...

Han Song looked suspicious, but didn't quite believe it.

Under the attention of the crowd, the white-robed swordsman walked onto the round platform and looked at Zhao Wuxie:

"Brother, you are good at swordsmanship."

"You..."

In order to conceal his whereabouts, Zuo Lingquan had slightly adjusted his appearance, so it was not easy for unfamiliar people to see.

Zhao Wuxie was stunned for a moment, and then he recognized the teammate who had fought side by side from the pair of eyes as bright as stars.

Zhao Wuxie was unbelievable at first, but after thinking about it carefully, it was reasonable to come to Luojian Mountain to teach him what "swordsmanship" was.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, communication was inconvenient, Zhao Wuxie did not say anything polite, just clasped his fists and said:

"You are flattering. Do you really think it is good?"

"It is amazing, just a stone's throw away from the peak."

"Hehe..."

Zhao Wuxie knew that there was still a "pinch" gap between him and Zuo Lingquan, so he was not arrogant. He smiled heartily and jumped off the stage.

The whole audience fell silent, staring blankly at the white-robed swordsman who suddenly appeared.

Song Qianji did not understand, holding the hilt of the sword, stood proudly facing Zuo Lingquan, and said loudly:

"You are also here to ask for swords at Luojian Mountain? According to the rules, go and sign up first, fight two disciples, and come back after winning."

Everyone present, including Bao Xiangyang, thought that this white-robed swordsman came here to ask for swords and seek justice.

After all, he was already on stage, what else could he do?

But the handsome swordsman who stepped onto the sword stage was different from what people thought!

The autumn wind was bleak, and the sky was covered with clouds and rain.

The white-robed swordsman stood with his hands behind his back in the breeze. He first glanced at Song Qianji, then raised his eyes and looked at the dragon-shaped wall behind him.

In the silence of the whole place, a slightly indifferent voice sounded in the autumn wind:

"Ask about the sword? Are you qualified?"

"Wow"

Everyone was shocked!

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