Martial arts: People are in Qixia Town, starting with a green snake with two sleeves

The old man curled his lips: "It is impossible not to fight against Old Monster Wang."

"Good guess."

The old man Xu gave a thumbs up: "One sword knocked back the old monster for more than ten feet, and split half of Emperor Wu's city.

When Jiazi came, no one else could do it except him. "

He joked again: "I'm afraid you can't do it now."

"fart."

The one-armed old man sneered: "If it were me, I would have smashed Emperor Wu City with one sword."

"Quickly tell me, which trick this kid used, is it the one-sword immortal I taught to kneel?"

"No."

Old man Xu said: "From the beginning to the end, he never used the sword moves you taught, but used the Ba sword technique he created himself."

"Is it sad?"

"Sad ass."

The one-armed old man was disdainful: "If he used my sword to trick the old man, he would be dissatisfied, but I didn't expect this kid to create his own swordsmanship and walk out of his own martial arts in just a few years."

After old man Xu left the secret room, the one-armed old man suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

"I didn't expect to receive such a disciple when I was old."

"It's a pity, I gave birth to Jiazi late, if I can live in the rivers and lakes with me, and fight swordsmanship, how happy it would be?"

Tiannan County

The setting sun is slowly slanting to the west, the golden light slowly fades from the earth, and the mountains and fields are slowly soaked in the twilight.

He rode out of the county town on a horse. He was riding a yellow-brown horse with a strong body, tall and handsome, with a bundle hanging beside the saddle and a green bamboo sword with a sheath. It was Su Xuan who left the inn. .

Clothed in the glow of the setting sun, along the official road, all the way to the southwest, on both sides of the road, there are rolling mountains and towering ancient trees.

The mountains are like yakshas, ​​the rivers are like dragons and pythons, the shadows hide ghosts and ghosts, and the wolves howl like Shuras. The mountains are high and the roads are far away, the bad waters are difficult, and there are green forest robbers everywhere.

Therefore, there are basically no people on the official road at night. Even if there are, there are seven or eight people, or one or 20 people in groups, with swords on their waists.

If the financial resources are sufficient, some warriors will be hired as guards, most of them are disciples from the local martial arts school.

The night was dark, the sun fell into the west, the sky suddenly darkened, and a bright moon rose into the sky, shedding moonlight.

Thousands of miles of land are all plain white, as if covered with a layer of silver frost. In just one night, Su Xuan ran hundreds of miles. When the sky was twilight, he passed a village and town, and there were vendors setting up stalls at the intersection.

"control"

Pulling the reins, the yellow-brown horse stopped suddenly, got off the horse, and walked towards the shed.

"My lord, what would you like to eat?"

The stall owner is a middle-aged couple, dressed in rough linen clothes, with weathered faces, the man is short and fat, and the woman is tall and thin.

"What to eat?"

He tied up the horses and Sui asked.

"There are meat noodles and vegetarian noodles, and sesame seed cakes."

The woman wiped her hands, and replied a little shyly, Su Xuan's clothes showed that she was not an ordinary person.

Usually, even if they meet, such a rich man will not pay more attention to street vendors like them.

Let alone eating in this kind of place.

"Five bowls of meat noodles, and twenty sesame seed cakes, with more meat."

With a smile on Su Xuan's face, he took out two taels of silver and put it on the table and said, "You don't need to look for it."

"It can't be done."

The middle-aged woman took the silver and hurriedly said: "Master, these two taels of silver are enough to buy our stall."

He sat down on the bench, and said casually, "I'll take it for you, just get some more meat to eat."

"¨‖Old woman, you should go to the village and get a few catties of meat, it's better."

The short and fat man took the silver and hurriedly said to the woman.

"Go right away."

The woman left the stall and trotted to the nearby village. The peasants were so simple, and they accepted every inch of love and returned every inch of favor.

While kneading the dough, the man said: "The old man was a cook in his ancestors, so he passed down a few skills, and he will surely satisfy the young master."

"Just be full."

Su Xuan smiled lightly, picked up the teapot on the table, poured a cup of herbal tea and drank it, it was sweet and refreshing, with a hint of bitterness in the aftertaste.

There should be a lot of herbs in it.

Soon, the stall owner brought over a bowl of beef noodles, and some sesame seed cakes, and said, "Master, you can eat first, these sesame seed cakes are served with noodle soup, they are very delicious."

He eats a bowl, and the man serves another bowl, and it takes only two cups of tea. When the woman comes back, she brings a piece of fresh meat, chops it up, and adds it to the sesame seed cakes, just like the noodle soup, which has a special flavor.

"My lord, if it's not enough, the old man can make some more."

The chunky man showed a simple and honest smile: "It's early today, so I didn't prepare too much."

"It's okay, enough is enough."

Su Xuan shook his head.

After eating and drinking enough, he drank another bag of herbal tea, got on his horse, and continued on his way, following what the stall owner said just now.

Twenty miles ahead, there is a big river called Jieliu River. One river is divided into two banks, with Tiannan County on the east and Tianbei County on the west. As long as you cross the river, you will go out of the boundary of Tiannan County and enter Tianbei County.

This distance, relying on the footsteps of the yellow-brown horse, can be reached in a short time. The horse gallops wildly, the official road is flat, with green bamboo forests on both sides, and the sound of the surging river can be vaguely heard from a distance.

The mountain breeze is coming, the bamboos are swaying, the bluebirds are chirping, and the eagles are soaring, shuttling between the mountain streams and deep valleys.

There are faintly visible mountains in the distance, hidden in the clouds and mists of the morning light, looming.

There is a Baizhang Waterfall falling from a high place, and the sound is like thunder, shaking the mountains and fields, the spirit ape roars, and the empty valley echoes for a long time.

Passing through the bamboo grove, a great river (Zhao Wang's) rushes out from the depths of the mountains suddenly.

The waves were churning, slapping the river banks on both sides, and the brilliance of the morning sun shone on the river surface, glowing with golden sparkling waves, just like gold.

The yellow-brown horse slowed down, and from a long distance away, at the ferry on the river bank, a ferry boat was rising and falling with the waves.

There was a person standing on the deck, but at this time it was foggy and far away, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

Su Xuan stepped forward on his horse, and the cool wind blew his long gown, and the coolness blew away his tiredness. He squinted his eyes, faintly feeling a little bad.

But he didn't stop, but continued to steer the yellow-brown horse towards the ferry, and stopped the horse when it was near.

The ferry boat docked in front of the ferry. On the deck, a figure stood, wearing a blue Taoist robe, about [-] years old, with thin cheeks, bright eyes, and radiant light.

Holding Fuchen in his arms, and a long sword with a sheath on his back, the strange thing is that the boat under his feet is shaking, but the figure of the Taoist remains motionless, obviously one with the big river boat under his feet, but seems to be independent of the two outside.

It was illusory, he was clearly standing there, but he didn't seem to be there, if he closed his eyes, he wouldn't be able to sense the slightest breath.

The Taoist just looked at Su Xuan quietly, without saying a word, his eyes were deep and clear, as if he wanted to see through him, Su Xuan was also riding on the horse, looking at the Taoist.

"Why are all the Taoist priests coming out to make ends meet now?"

He raised his eyebrows and spoke calmly.

"Ten taels of silver, send me across the river."

He took out the money from his sleeve and ran towards the Taoist, but the Taoist didn't pick it up, but let it fall into the water.

There was a circle of ripples, and the silver sank to the bottom of the water in a blink of an eye and disappeared.

A moment later

The Taoist had no expression on his face, embraced the whisk, held a Jili, and said in a deep voice: "Don't ask me, poor Taoist, come and invite shopkeeper Su to die.".

Chapter 85: Four masters forcibly kill the Celestial Phenomena Realm

Don't ask the poor

Come invite shopkeeper Su to die

The Taoist opened his mouth, and in the dark, a wave of illusory murderous intent was aroused, and it swept across the mountains and fields in an instant.

The air of murder permeates, the vegetation is dormant, and the waves on the great river calm down, as if there is an invisible big hand descending from the sky, suppressing this world.

The temperature suddenly dropped, and the sun was rising tomorrow, but the sun like fire was shining on the body, but it was extremely cold.

Su Xuan was trembling with cold hair, the cool breeze was coming towards him, the green shirt was blowing, his eyes were fixed on this Taoist priest.

"woohoo"

"woohoo"

The wind gradually picked up, blowing across the mountains and rivers, as if there were countless ghosts howling.

"The family of the three counties, invite shopkeeper Su to die."

Another voice of going to death appeared, with his hands behind his back, stepping into the air from the other side of the river, wearing a Confucian robe, with his hands behind his back, long hair shawl, and a refined complexion, which was eighty percent similar to Wang Qiuchan back then.

"Qin Tianjian, invite shopkeeper Su to die."

Thunderbolts in the clear sky, dark clouds gathered, thunder shook, the mountains trembled, and the rolling river water rose into the sky, turning into rain foam all over the sky.

The green grass rustled, green bamboos bent their waists, and an old Taoist in a yin and yang robe came from behind, with a long sword on his back.

"Secretary of the Inner Court, invite Shopkeeper Su to die."

The deep voice echoed, and the man in the black robe walked slowly, taking a step of ten feet, shrinking the ground into existence, with a mysterious method.

The four masters blocked Su Xuan at the ferry of the river, two of them were of the Celestial Phenomena Realm, and two of them were of the Profound Realm.

"Is there anyone else who wants to invite me to die?"

Su Xuan's eyes swept over them one by one, his expression remained unchanged, and he spoke in a flat tone.

"If you have something, stand up, and I will follow up one by one."

silence

eerie silence

Dahe Ferry

Apart from the sound of the violent wind, there was only the roar of the big river waves hitting the river bank, and there was no other movement besides that.

"The Inner Court Secretary, Qin Tianjian, the family of the three counties, and Xuankong Temple."

He frowned: "You are not worthy of asking me to die."

"Treasurer Su."

The black-robed man from the Inner Court Department opened his mouth, pinched his fingers with his right hand, and pointed towards Su Xuan with a finger force piercing the air.

The transparent finger force tore through the air, leaving a blurred crack, showing the tyranny of its finger force.

Su Xuan jumped up from the horse's back to avoid the finger force, but the yellow-brown horse was not so lucky.

"boom"

The strong body was hit by the force of the finger, and it collapsed instantly, without even making a hiss, it was collapsed into a cloud of blood mist.

If hit by this finger force, not to mention flesh and blood, even gold, stone and iron will be torn and pierced.

"Om 760"

Su Xuan was in mid-air, before he landed, a soft voice rang in his ears, and before he could turn his head, he felt the strong wind behind his head.

The man in black pinched his finger and pointed out the second finger force, which was faster, stronger and sharper than the first finger force.

But a cold and beautiful sword light burst out in front of his sight, and the iron sword curled up with cold light, as fast as thunder, but in a short while, it entered the ground three feet in front of him.

Flanking left and right is already a very critical situation, if you are not careful, you will be pierced by the finger sword.

Even if he reacted, he could avoid the finger force, but he couldn't avoid this iron sword, and the one who held this iron sword was Xuankong Guan's Master Zhixuan.

Between life and death, Su Xuan didn't panic in his heart, stepped into the void, took half a step sideways, rubbed his fingers between his eyebrows, and smashed into the bamboo forest, breaking seven or eight green bamboos to pieces.