Chapter 021 – The Taoist Master Comes Down to Pick the Mountain

Xuanyuan Qingfeng watched the long rainbow of fist astral waves come crashing down on his face, unable to do anything about it.

I’m afraid that in the eyes of a Second Grade Minor Patriarch, this Mistress of the Great Snowy Ping was a bit of an unbeatable suspect.

The common martial artist thinks that as long as he is lucky enough to be in the Tian Xiang realm, his body’s qi will be able to penetrate heaven and earth, and will be inexhaustible. This cognition can not be wrong, only half right, heavenly image realm experts are not free on earth, this level of realm of experts, high Shu Lu once compared to set up a ladder of green clouds, distance from the next level of sitting on the top of the Kunlun to see the sea, obviously there is a difference between one is still in the mountain, a has reached the top, so as long as someone is bad to go to this ladder, can only be a stopping point, Han Wolong Temple is good at cutting down the Heavenly Elephant, precisely because of this human cat’s finger Xuan, the most suitable to demolish the ladder. Only Han Sheng Xuan had to get close to the body physical combat to extract the cocoon, Wang Xianzhi is not, from beginning to end, this Wudi City Lord did not with Xuanyuan Qingfeng how to close, unarmed hand cracking locks, green dragon into the water, as well as the successive two punches, even if coupled with that section of the cliff walking distance, the distance between the two are not close.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Qingfeng head empty, actually can not think of anything. Can’t remember Hui Mountain’s full of laurel rain, can’t remember the long and mellow fragrance of daughter red, can’t remember that rainstorm on the Great Snow Ping.

When she leisurely exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, equal to unloading the last breath, let the only remaining qi collapsed, even with that a purple dress more and more with the wind fluttering. Xuanyuan Qingfeng closed his eyes, his heart like still water, the last thought is, two clear. When I was a child, I did not know the world, always like to ask the nerd father asked this and that, somehow asked the love of men and women, my father traditionally preferred to solve the word, it is clear to the word to solve the word of love, the two words are water and heart, when to do the heart like water, when even if the real put down, only then counted as a complete two clear.

Wang Xianzhi stood at the top of the cliff, saw the rainbow hit the place of purple clothes, frowned, this woman dying have realized, but unfortunately too late.

Wang Xianzhi is not not possible to change his mind, own broken fist Gang, leaving the woman a life, but the old man East Jieshi one armor, has been too lazy to wait for the Jianghu up and down a Sina head of the clap of the shore.

In the white rainbow fist Gang is about to Xuanyuan Qingfeng blow up the moment, Wang Xianzhi turned his head violently, looking at the left bank of the Guangling River, the field of vision, you can see a middle-aged Taoist priest ran to the iron locks sinking river near the ruins of the iron pillars, and then a high leap across the wide river, with a sword to land on the opposite side of the river in the other iron pillars, the body shape of the body of a strange and fast, that is, really do the world of the king Xianzhi, can not help but be a little impressed, said alone Lightweight, Taoist’s step across the river has been far more than a step in the snow can be described, but Taoist is not only here, people have been to, the sword only to, this is the immortal sword of one of the essence. Only to see that the momentum of the swift fist in the Taoist priest stopped feet, without warning was cut off at the waist, in an instant will be dissipated, replaced by fourteen new sword of Song Nianqing to hand out any move, are not so crisp and clear, even if the fist of the Gang cut in two, Wang Xianzhi’s fist by the aftermath of the power, but still with the first half of the first half of Xuanyuan Qingfeng hard to hit death, rather than the present empty.

Wang Xianzhi proudly stood at the top of the cliff, the first time to guess the identity of this practice sword Taoist, sword obsessed Wang Xiaoping, has always been known as the sword heart pure in the world, rumor has it that this person practicing the sword from the no fixed momentum, Wudang eighty-one peaks towards the top of the big, the interval has a far and near, Wang Xiaoping practicing the sword is never standing on top of the peak of the sword pointing to the peak of another peak, peaks of the master brothers casually throw a falling leaf, until the sword gas hit the leaf but not through the leaf, only to be considered complete. Wang Xianzhi used to wait for the world’s top martial artists to enter the city and ascend the stairs in the East China Sea, and there were only a few who waited but did not, and Wang Xiaoping was one of them, because Wang Xianzhi was very curious about whether this Taoist priest, who was carrying the Wudang Sword Dao, was expected to exceed the incomparable killing energy of Deng Ta’a. Wang Xianzhi for today’s Wang Xiaoping’s sudden appearance, as well as with the sword unsheathed to break the fist Gang, talk about not angry, not to mention the annoyed to beat the dog, let the life of Xuanyuan Qingfeng fell into the water not to pay attention to, even if she was blessed by that hurdle, the future achievements of the unattainable heights in the martial arts, are no longer Wang Xianzhi he wants to care about the matter.

Wang Xianzhi now only want to learn to learn Wang Xiaoping’s next sword.

Wang Xiaoping stood on the bank, carrying an ordinary Taoist mahogany sword in his hand, looking up at the old man. This old man since the victory of Li Chun Gang, there is no more comparable opponent, in the heart of all the sword practitioners of Wang Xiaoping, this is an ineffable sulk, because he Wang Xianzhi is stepping on the head of the sword road to the top of the rivers and lakes. Sword forest of prosperity, always claimed to occupy a half of the rivers and lakes, until after Li Chungang lost, strong as the new sword god Deng Tai’a failed to pull Wang Xianzhi off the altar, followed by the great masters of the sword road, the Wu Family Sword Mound Su Wang sword of the old masters of the sword mound, the East Vietnam Sword Pool Song Nianqing, the same can’t be a sword to express the feelings of the chest, as long as the king of the sword in the world one day, swordsmen can’t hold up their heads for one day, how to talk about a sword thing?

Wang Xiaoping practiced sword since childhood, thinking that one day to ask the sword Wudi City, asked that once said “I see the world of swordsmen like actor” Wang Xianzhi: my generation of swordsmen really no one?

Wang Xianzhi said in a loud voice: “Wang Xiaoping, I can only wait for three swords from you before I enter the Northern Liang territory.”

Wang Xiaoping did not reply aloud, withdrew his eyes, looked at the peach wood sword in his hand, and said softly, “One sword is enough.”

Wang Xianzhi rushed to Northern Liang this time, in fact, he did not go too fast, too fast, the long-awaited battle would become meaningless, but he also could not go too slow, when the young woman surnamed Jiang forced open the Heavenly Gate, Wang Xianzhi could be all out of the question, but if he were to do it with surnamed Xu, it would be hard to say. Huang Longshi that the only chaos in the world of the devil, will be eight dead country’s residual luck into the jianghu, a variety of opportunities arise, chaos, has Cao Changqing, Deng Tai’a, Chen Zhi Bao and other martial arts geniuses out of the blue, not to say that a hundred years, call it fifty years and one is not too much, the result is like in the same spring in the spring shoots, do not care about the next year whether it will be out of harvest, know that many things are divided into a big year, small year, a big year is too big, small year is really a big year, a small year. The big year is too big, the small year is really small to not. This large set of spring bamboo shoots in the head, surnamed Xu young man is undoubtedly a rising star, but he is located in the position, in the Wang Xianzhi this evergreen bamboo under!

In fact, Xuanyuan Qingfeng lost is not as wrong as imagined, over the years, able to get close to Wang Xianzhi, only Deng Taia’s flying sword, Cao Changqing’s sleeve, Gu Jiantang’s square inch of thunder, the young Song Nianqing that the end of the strong sword, as well as the sword of the sword Jiu Huang Jintu’s death of the sword, can be said to be a very few.

The most recent, of course, was that young feudal lord’s fist.

Wang Xiaoping suddenly looked up and smiled, “Wang Xianzhi, what’s the point of standing so tall?”

After saying that, Wang Xiaoping slightly raised his left arm that was carrying the sword, twisted it over his wrist, and with the end of the mahogany sheath pointing to that gorge wall, slightly downward slanting, as if he was pointing, his right hand gently tapped the hilt of the sword towards himself.

This sword in the hand is one of the dozens of newly made mahogany sword this summer, due to not that the sword material is excellent Feicheng mahogany, color and lustre is only slightly purple copper, not to mention how the wood fragrance pleasant, he and useless monk Liu Songtao together with the knot thatched and live, the nearby villagers had heard of hanging mahogany in the gateway can be a town house to ward off evil spirits, but do not dare to carve the sword privately, it is not easy to catch a serious travelers Taoist priests, at first it was just a family of At first it was only a fisherman who asked Wang Xiaoping for a mahogany sword, and then the word spread, and the people came to the door, and Wang Xiaoping didn’t refuse, and promised, and so far he still owes eight swords. Peach, ghost fear wood. Wudang Mountain almost manually a peach wood sword, before going down the mountain, Wang Xiaoping is burdened with talismanic sword God Tantra, but became an anomaly, I remember the beginning of the mountain, the master brother Hong Zaixiang sent to the mountain gate pagoda, said with a smile to help him carve a half of the peach wood sword, Wang Xiaoping then the sword down the mountain, where would care about a mountain mountain are all within reach of the peach wood sword.

The end of the mahogany sword, after a tap, gently cocked.

“Rise.”

Wang Xiaoping softly uttered a word.

After a moment of silence, there was a large series of incessant rumbling vibrations.

Only to see Wang Xianzhi’s feet of the gorge wall, from bottom to top, such as a big sword from the mountain “pick mountain”, cliffs cracked into two halves, constantly there are rocks rolled into the river, stirring up thousands of waves.

“Start sword is already this kind of vigor, seems to be want to learn Li Chun Gang’s sheath thing? Since you are only willing to put out one sword, I will let you.”

Wang Xianzhi sprinkled a smile, gently jumped off the cliff, the descent speed is not too fast, when his feet landed on the water before, coincidentally there is a huge stone from the mountain cracked out, Wang Xianzhi stretched out a palm to support several people high heavy wall stone, towards Wang Xiaoping side of the treading river running.

One hand lifted a ten thousand kilograms boulder, but on the surface of the river under Wang Xianzhi’s feet, only a circle of almost invisible ripples were stepped out.

Wang Xiaoping looked at the strange scene of rolling stones on the river surface, and for no reason recalled the finger breaking Canglan River of the head teacher’s senior brother back then, not wanting to show off in front of the people the mountain god’s mystical skills, but the sudden arrival of torrential rains, a few ferries were swaying in the wind and rain, and his senior brother stopped the upstream raging river water until the ferries arrived at the shore peacefully.

Previously on the mountain, he Wang Xiaoping is the most diligent and obsessive one of the brothers in the practice of martial arts, he always felt that his brothers are too not to take the cultivation seriously, not demanding proof of longevity no harm, but also too little care about “Wudang Dangxing” that four words, his brother, Wang Chonglou, always said that there is no urgency not urgent, and that shouted at his small Wang brother Hong, he always a bit of Anger is not the grievances, just wait until I heard that one day really down the mountain, Wang Xiaoping but also feel that his brother stayed in the mountains all his life to repair the road that can not be Road, will not be better?

Wang Xiaoping was so oblivious that he didn’t seem to see that Wang Xianzhi had already arrived with a huge rock.

Wang Xiaoping smiled heartily.

He remembered that when he was young, Wang Chonglou, the head teacher, who was both a fellow disciple and a loving father, always liked to throw a child high into the sky, and then smiled and said “Catch it” when he embraced him.

I remember sitting on the neck of my senior brother Song Zhiming and going to the top of the Great Lotus Peak to watch the sunset. I remember when I was a teenager, I won a sword fight against my senior brother Chen Careless, who was once said by my master to be the one with the greatest sense of victory, but Chen did not lose anything, he just turned his back and walked away, and afterward, I heard people say that Chen laughed from ear to ear at that time. I remembered my senior brother Yu Xingrui every time down the mountain will always go to the purple bamboo forest to find him to talk about some mountain anecdotes, regardless of whether he is impatient.

Wang Xiaoping changed back to his unusual sword grip position while his right foot retreated a step back while his right hand held the hilt of the mahogany sword.

Slowly closing his eyes.

The bank on this side of the Guangling River where the middle-aged Taoist priest stood, lapped the river water backward.

Behind him, the iron pillars that used to be padlocked to stop the river began to shake violently, and the foundation began to crack inch by inch.

Wang Xiaoping’s mind just thought of four words.

Wudang has a sword.