Sword comes

Is it really a Confucian saint who came to the mansion of Dashui

Moreover, this Confucian sage is not an ordinary academy mountain master.

The green-robed man sitting high in the main seat clenched his teeth and almost smashed his teeth.

His sitting posture was stiff and his body was tense. This cold food river god who has been domineering for hundreds of years in the north of Huang Ting Kingdom had to clenched his fists and pounded heavily on the handle of the chair to resist the feeling of getting up and begging for mercy, kneeling and kowtowing. impulse.

Huang Tingguo is just one of the vassal states of the Great Sui Dynasty, and this seemingly immature unexpected visitor in front of him is definitely not a person who was born and raised here.As for Huang Tingguo's big brother Qi practitioners, he has long been familiar with them, who can provoke beatings, who should win over and show favor, after hundreds of years of hard work, the green-robed man can be said to have a well-thought-out plan for all these.

There are 72 Confucian academies, and the mountain masters of each academies must be at least ten-level cultivation bases to be qualified to run the academies.

Qi practitioners with great supernatural powers in the upper five realms often see their heads and tails. Therefore, Qi practitioners in the tenth realm who are relatively close to the secular dynasty, the master of the academy mountain, are already qualified to be honored as Confucian saints by the secular world. The golden arhat of the Taoist school, and the land god of the Taoist school, are both respectful titles commonly used by the government and the public.

This small group of top Qi practitioners are like the statues in the ancestral temple. The gods are high enough, but not too far away. They can burn incense and kowtow, otherwise those old gods of the upper five realms who are hidden in the clouds , You can't find the temple even with a pig's head.

The eyes of the green-robed man gradually turned red and bloodshot, revealing a pale golden brilliance. He still tried his best not to blink, staring at the statue of the saint behind the boy in white. The old man, dressed in a snow-white robe, shines brightly, and the strands of light seem to contain the truth of the great way.

Every ray of light, under closer inspection, is strung together by countless golden characters that flash away, and there are Confucian etiquette rules written one after another.This statue of the saint has a high crown and a belt, and the sleeves are as wide as a bird's wings. It shakes without wind, and there is a shining jade pendant hanging around its waist, which is particularly eye-catching, like a pocket-size moon.

You can't fake it, it's a true saint's image

The life experience of the green-robed man actually has a lot of origins. He has been familiar with many secrets and inside stories since he was a child, and he happens to be a knowledgeable person. So when he saw this scene, he became even more frightened.If it were an ordinary middle-five-level cultivator at the mountain gate, it might be regarded as some kind of deceitful trick.

The tall man in the green robe embroidered with golden dragons finally blinked and had to look away. The tears produced by the stinging pain slowly slipped out of his eyes, but they were quickly dissipated.Naturally, he didn't want to show the slightest timidity in front of these subordinate guests.After a long career of practice, he was able to get to where he is today, sitting firmly in this prestigious high position, relying on a good foundation and a good chance, without the support of perseverance, I am afraid that all the romance has long been defeated by Han Shijiang. The torrential river rushed away.

Someone once taught him that the knowledge of a sage can be strengthened by drilling.The statue of the saint is taller.

In today's world, the rules established by Confucian saints are becoming more and more complicated and meticulous, and the rituals are becoming more and more stable.It is no longer in the ancient Shu Kingdom that is too old to be verified. On the territory of the ancient Shu Kingdom at that time, there were many dragons and dragons, and they did not obey the control of heaven and earth. It is rumored that only ancient sword immortals with amazing killing power like to come here to sharpen their swords and defend their swords. The sword overturns the river and pours water, taking pride in slaying the dragon.

Isn't Qi Jingchun dead? The sage who now controls the Lizhu Cave Sky should be the military strategist Ruan Qiong who broke away from Fengxue Temple.

so who the hell is he

It seems that it is a gesture of good people who don't come and those who don't come.

No matter what, even if the heavenly king and Lao Tzu came to his own territory, he would have absolutely no reason to kill him immediately.

The green-robed man forcibly dispelled the haze in his heart, took a deep breath, raised his left fist slightly, and tapped the handle of the chair lightly, which seemed to be an understatement, but the whole Dashui mansion was shaken accordingly, and the section of the Hanshi River adjacent to the mansion , Without warning, there were big waves, layer upon layer, and beat both sides of the bank hard.

The green-robed man took a slap.

The figures of all the people in the hall flickered, and the long swords in the sheaths of the two young sword repairmen were even more overwhelmed.

Only the boy in white didn't move at all, and the statue of Dharmakaya behind him was as stable as a mountain.

The young man raised his head slightly, looking at the man in green robe sitting facing south in the distance, his mouth was full of sarcasm.

Although the Dashui mansion was built by the river, in fact, there is another mystery under the mansion. The deep and wide waterways have already been dug out, so it is closely connected with the luck of the Hanshi River. The formation, or the large formation protecting the capital of the dynasty, but the men in green robes with extremely deep knowledge, as long as they are in it and do not leave this area without authorization, they can have the mysterious blessing similar to a small world.

Being able to make an exception to do this, apart from chance, has a lot to do with the strange blood of the man in green robe.

Ordinary qi practitioners can only enter the tenth realm, such as the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, plus a military strategist. Buddhist temples, Taoist temples, and the ruins of the ancient battlefields of military strategists are equivalent to the masters of that small world. When other monks enter it, it is tantamount to living under the fence, and they have to follow the customs of the country and act according to the rules of the master.

Needle drop can be heard in the lobby, and the atmosphere is eerie.

The Cold Food River Water God could see the vision at the door, but everyone else was kept in the dark, all of them felt that Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out. Started to be in a daze, could it be that that handsome young man who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth was actually born in the wealthy family of the Xian family who had been friends with the Dashui Mansion for generations, so he dared to be so arrogant and domineering?

Although the feminine man had already walked out of the table full of delicious food and wine, he should have captured the young man, but he also stopped at this moment.If you don't have a little discernment, how can you work under the hands of the man in green robe? This water snake spirit, who has always been cunning and cunning, has already realized that something is not normal.

The green-robed man who was the master was still unwilling to speak. The previous slap on the chair, although it was loud and loud, seemed like a bluff.

And the white-clothed boy stood there all the time, with the virtue of beating me up if you have the ability, which further accentuated the strange situation of Dashui Mansion.

The green-robed man finally smiled and said: "The visitor is a guest, what advice can I ask?"

He quietly attracted a part of the river's aura contained in the Hanshi River, shaking the aura of the whole mansion, trying to test the reality of the statue. Bowing his head to an outsider, the arrogant green-robed man would never do it.

Once there is even the slightest fluctuation in the appearance of the god, the green-robed man doesn't mind smashing the boy's head with his own hands. If he dares to pretend to be a ghost in the Dashui mansion and trick him, he is not courting death.

It's a pity that the god statue didn't move like a mountain, which shocked him, and he quickly restrained all his luck.

On the way of practice, if you go upstream against the current, you should be brave and diligent, and when you encounter a strong enemy, you will become more and more courageous when you encounter a strong enemy.

The young man in white put one hand behind his back, then clenched his fist with the other and placed it on his abdomen, still looking extremely arrogant, he twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with a sneer, "You've already made a move. Now it's my turn."

The green-robed man had an ugly expression on his face.

The water snake monster really couldn't stand the young man's face, strode forward, turned his back to his master water god, the feminine man raised an arm, flew towards him with an iron mace, and said in a sharp voice: "I can't bear it, I can't bear it!" Even if the master punishes you severely afterwards, your subordinates will beat this kid's head to pieces, then collect his brains and mix them into the gold and jade liquid in the wine glass, then the theory of fine nectar and jade liquid is complete."

The man in the green robe had a gloomy expression, "Qing, don't be rude to the guests, return to your seat quickly."

The feminine man with the iron mace not only didn't obey orders, but walked faster, "Master, don't be a bodhisattva anymore. A wicked guest comes to the door. If you don't know the etiquette, let the subordinates tell this kid how to be our guest in Dashui Mansion!" "

After the Hanshijiang water god stopped him, the water snake monster knew what his master was really thinking. If he really didn't want to offend the distinguished guests, he would have kicked himself out of the gate with a sleeve because of his seemingly restrained but violent temper. Where would he deliberately say those empty-headed polite words.

The water snake spirit thought to himself that he was lucky tonight, and that stupid carp took away the first prize, but if he could give the master a good face in front of everyone, with his master's always generous temper in front of outsiders, a jar of Dashuifu The special Jinyuye can't escape.

This aquarium spirit who has finally cultivated into a human form must not know that his master, the water god, who has clear rewards and punishments, intends to send him to death this time, just to try to find out the truth again as reasonably as possible.

All of a sudden, all the guests were full of curiosity and anticipation. The front of the machine, which was covered by clouds and fog before, made people really lose interest.

Even if the boy in white is just an embroidered pillow and has no back-up, it would be good to witness the murder scene of the general under the command of the water god master.

"When the accumulated soil becomes a mountain, the wind and rain rise."

The boy in white didn't bother to look at the water snake monster from the beginning to the end, he was smiling, as if he was reciting classics from a school teacher, he seemed very lazy and casual, but after saying this inexplicable sentence, the boy's expression suddenly became serious , From a cynical swinger brother, he suddenly transformed into another extreme pedantic scholar, exuding an awe-inspiring atmosphere of righteousness.

In the end, the young man raised his foot, fell down heavily, and shouted: "Accumulated water forms an abyss, and a flood of dragons grows!"

The Faxiang god statue behind the boy in white raised his foot high and stepped down quickly.

At this moment, the green-robed man couldn't move, had difficulty breathing, his face was full of panic, his throat moved slightly, and he wanted to say soft words begging for mercy, but he couldn't utter a single word.

In case of natural enemies.

No matter how difficult your cultivation base is or how lofty your realm is, once you encounter someone, you will also have no power to fight back, and you can only obediently stand by and wait for death.

The incomparably majestic and majestic four words "Jiaolong Shengyan" were like spring thunder exploding in the ears, repeatedly bursting into the ears of the man in the green robe. Uncontrollable stormy waves.

The golden dragon on the chest of the man in the green robe seemed to have been painted by a fairy, and it turned into a living thing. It began to turn and swim rapidly. The blue robe looked like a blue lake, but the golden dragon was scurrying wildly. The slightest pleasure of a dragon swimming in the water is nothing but madness and pain.

As the half-arm-length golden flood dragon bumped around, the original bright golden brilliance gradually dimmed, and golden threads, like slender feathers, peeled off the green robe and fell to the ground, turning into ashes.

The boy in white took a step forward with a smile, and then raised his foot again, "Little pond reptile, dare to test me again and again, you tried twice before, and I will step on your Hanshijiang into three pieces, let's see what happens next!" How to control the sixteen rivers, big and small."

The moment the young man was about to step on the ground for the second time, the seat under the green-robed man's buttocks shattered and turned into powder. A golden dragon, don't let it continue to slam like a headless fly, the other hand is raised high, and it is hard to slap it down, the corner of the mouth is full of blood, and it is hoarse and vague: "Disobeying orders, offending distinguished guests, death is not enough!" pity"

slam.

The water snake spirit's head exploded just like that.

After the corpse fell to the ground, it recovered its real body, which was a slender and colorful water snake.

The sound of the magic weapon iron mace that was a fairy relic falling to the ground was particularly crisp and piercing in the empty lobby.

The soles of the white-clothed boy's feet were less than half an inch from the ground.

The green-robed man didn't care to wipe the corners of his mouth, stood up straight, and bent down to make amends.

The white-clothed boy who had already stopped his stampede, with gleaming eyes, made a slow movement of retracting his feet.

But in an instant, the young man said silently again: "The dragon is born."

One foot on the ground

Simply neat.

Naturally, the idol also stepped on it.

The boy in white stepped on the green brick floor of the Dashui mansion.

And when the god statue stepped down from behind, it was like stepping on the luck of the Hanshi River.

The green-robed man covered the five fingers of the golden flood dragon, piercing into the skin of his chest, even though the pain pierced his heart, he still refused to let go.

This is where the dawn of his enlightenment lies. It is not only the cohesion of will and perseverance, but also the crux of his heart. He cannot let go even if he dies.

The young man in white let go of his clenched fists, shook his sleeves, and moved forward in an extremely chic and elegant manner. He walked forward slowly, walked around the corpse of the poor water snake spirit, looked up at the main seat, raised his foot and stepped on the branch. On the iron mace, the fairy weapon was rolled around on the ground, and he said with a smile: "This water god master, isn't it very surprising?"

Seven orifices bleeding.

The blue-robed man with a miserable face stabilized his precarious figure, tilted his head and spit out a mouthful of blood, then lowered his head, glanced at the whining dark golden dragon on his chest, and slowly raised his head, this man with almost 200 Years ago, Master Water God, who had never personally killed an enemy, murmured in a trance, "This true immortal, can't you let me go? If the immortal master kicks again, I will be no different from death."

Everyone in the hall didn't know what happened, and they were all stunned.

In their eyes, Jiang Shui Zhengshen, who was almost invincible, was played around in applause like this

The young man in white began to look around boredly again, and his eyes stayed on the scholar in Confucian shirt. The latter immediately bowed and saluted, and even dared not stand up straight for a long time.

The young man looked at the fat man who was actually a river-blocking toad. The latter kowtowed and kowtowed loudly, "Kowtow to see the real fairy!"

Only the burly armored carp stared straight at the young man in white with his eyes wide open.

The boy in white didn't wait for the green-robed man to yell at his subordinates, before he laughed and said, "Kill it."

"I'll count to three, three, one."

Although the young man in white intends to play tricks, it is obvious that he wants to make another kick.

He learned this from someone.

Unexpectedly, the green-robed man was even more decisive in attacking, the number one fierce general under his command killed as soon as he said he would kill him.

In the blink of an eye, he was standing behind the carp spirit, with only one hand grabbing the former's heart, protruding from the back to the chest cavity, he slowly withdrew his bloody arm, and held down the heart of the burly man who died with regret. Gently flicking the head, the corpse was pushed away, and the heart quickly turned into a red pill the size of a goose egg, which was thrown into the mouth by the green-robed man and swallowed quickly.

The white-clothed boy kept his word, and put away his foot resentfully.

He smiled and looked at the elder and two children of the Lingyun School, "Do you recognize me?"

The elder of the outer sect of the Lingyun Sect got up in a panic, cupped his fists and bowed his head and said, "Before we were blind and hoped that the immortal master would forgive us. Dare to ask the immortal master to come to our Lingyun sect as a guest."

Before the white-haired old man could finish speaking, the young man began to give orders again, "Then dig out your eyeballs."

The next moment, a pair of eyeballs appeared in the hands of the green-robed man. The old man held his face with both hands, and blood continued to ooze from between his fingers.

The white-clothed boy squinted at the two pale-faced young handsome men of the Lingyun sect, "You two are lucky, this is Huang Tingguo, not on the territory of Dali."

The two promising young monks breathed a sigh of relief.

But the boy said again: "But your luck is also bad. From the head of the Lingyun sect to the elders, they are all single-minded idiots. They are determined to be loyal to Huang Tingguo and the Hong family, so you all go to die together. "

It was the first time that the green-robed man hesitated to make a move.

With his hands behind his back, the young man sneered and said, "Your Dashui mansion set up a bureau this time, in addition to testing whether the local sheriff is smart enough, and you have already made a conclusion in your heart. The inextricable relationship belongs to a grasshopper on a rope. But you don't want to accompany the stupid Lingyun faction and Huang Tingguo Hong's family to be buried under the iron hoof of Dali, so you intend to take this opportunity to cut off the old days with them. The little bit of incense will save Dali soldiers from going south in the future, and the Hong family will be destroyed, and the Dashui mansion will be affected by the flames of war."

The young man clicked his tongue and said: "This kind of clumsy trick, even the idiots of the Lingyun School can't see through it. They have eyes but no eyes. They really have eyes but no eyes. It's good, but they still have to die."

The green-robed man's expression was cloudy, but he laughed out loud immediately, and his mood became much more relaxed. He slapped the three of the Lingyun sect one by one, smashing their skulls instantly.

The young man in white walked forward slowly, towards the main seat in the lobby, passing by two young sword cultivators, who kept walking, turned his head and said with a smile: "One is a casual cultivator with a bad background, whether it is life or death, don't worry, look at me The mood is good or bad later. There is also a closed-door disciple who is the real master of Fulong Temple. He has a decent status and barely has a little weight. Let me think about it. The reason why you came here must be because of that palace name. I guess the answer is very strange, don’t you kid look like you’ve eaten shit, if you keep doing this, Master Water God will blow your head off.”

The two sword cultivators felt like they were sitting on pins and needles. They had never seen such a thrilling scene before, and now they really wanted to die.

The young man in white continued to move forward, but suddenly stopped, looked at the literary giant who gave people the impression of being flattering, and said with a smile: "Your real name should be Tang Jiang on the third-class secret file of the Green Bamboo Pavilion. Well, I have been dormant in Huang Tingguo for many years. I have worked hard, and I really don’t have much credit for it. There is only a little bit of dispensable hard work. Well, then put the espionage you just received and arrange it The mission given to you, talk to your master water god. Now you two brothers are truly brothers on the same boat."

At this moment, the latter no longer had the slightest look of stalking, and he was calm and calm, and he clasped his fists and said: "Lvzhuting B and other dead men, Tang Jiang, have seen it before."

In the end, the dead man of Dali Green Bamboo Pavilion was a little embarrassed, and didn't know how to address the big man in front of him who broke his identity.

There are only a handful of people in the Great Li Dynasty who can know the secrets of the size of the Green Bamboo Pavilion.So Tang Jiang no longer kept secrets, not to mention retreating [-] steps and saying that the young man in white is really Dali's mortal enemy. His Tang Jiang's identity leaked is even a dead end, depending on whether he died happily or painfully.

The boy in white waved his hands in frustration and said, "Forget it, it doesn't make any sense to call me anything now."

The young man stared at Mr. Yizhou Biejia whose legs were trembling, without saying a word.

Not to mention that most of them were from local dignitaries. Emperor Hong felt that this was the only way to check and balance the foreign governors who were officials.

The young man in white thought for a while, and pointed to Mr. Bie Jia.

The latter had already knelt down and kowtowed, "I just beg for the favor of this Immortal Master Dali. The villain is willing to be a bull or a horse. If there is even the slightest lie, the sky will be struck by thunder."

The young Cui Chan pointed at the man with his finger, "Get up, you don't have to die, after you walk out of this Dashui mansion, you go to the old governor, and you just ask him directly, do you want to continue to be the governor?" , It’s just that Huang Tingguo’s governor has been replaced by our Dali Dynasty. If he is sensible, nods and agrees, it is naturally the best. In the future, you will still be colleagues. If you don’t agree, then you will kill him. Remember, When the time comes, send the head of this old governor to the Qiulu Inn in this county, and go to Ziyang Mansion monk Liu Jiahui, you don’t need to say anything, she will naturally understand everything.”

Everyone knows that it is the general trend for the Great Li to move south.

It's just that the pace is slightly accelerated now.

The young Cui Chan looked at Mr. Biejia whose face was covered with tears and snot, shook his head and said, "It's really pitiful, get out of here quickly, don't be an eyesore here."

The man in official uniform stood up immediately.

The boy suddenly asked, "Are you happy?"

The man's face was pale with fright, and he didn't dare to move.

The young man waved his hand, signaling that guy to get out of here quickly, then he stopped looking at him, walked straight to the main seat, sat behind the big case, flicked his sleeves, and a white jade chair with simple craftsmanship appeared out of thin air.

The boy in white sat on the white jade chair.

The God of Cold Food River, whose nest was occupied by doves, stood respectfully under the hall.

The young Cui Chan looked out of the gate, and said lazily: "Except for the monk of the Lingyun sect who deceived his master and exterminated his ancestors, the rest have nothing to do with others. companion."

The young man in white picked up a jug of wine, raised his hand, and shook it, "By the way, do you want to drink a glass of Jinyu liquid before going on the road?"

Some people in the hall finally cursed loudly, some people were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, and some people started to run away.

The young Cui Chan began to drink with his head raised.

Hold the jug in one hand.

The other hand was tightly clenched, and there were bursts of piercing pain in the palm.

The whipping again and again hit the soul.

The young man allowed the wine to spill, after all he still had the water-proof talisman on his body, and the wine rolled down the white clothes and fell to the ground, like the leaves of lotus leaves skewed in the rain.

The young Cui Chan lightly threw the jug forward, leaned back against the white jade chair, raised his head, his face twisted, and he said silently in his heart: "Old man, stinky scholar, old immortal thing, even if my soul is separated, I, Cui Chan, will still be me!" Yu, if you have the ability, just beat me to death! Who said that human nature is inherently evil, isn't it you?"

He twisted his neck, as if he was talking to someone, just like the first time he appeared outside the threshold before, "I won't kill your enemy, are you disappointed? You thought I was trying to get justice for you, but I didn't expect me to be more powerful than them." Heinous, isn't it even more disappointing?"

The young man in white didn't wait for the soul to give an answer, and waved his sleeves to completely disperse the remaining soul.

Ever since he showed up at the post road at Yefuguan on the border of Dali, how could he have traveled with a group of children to play in the mountains and rivers.

There were killings everywhere.

The painful hand of the boy in white was quietly placed on his abdomen, while the other hand, which was unharmed, covered his mouth and yawned.

The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change.