Sword of Coming

Is it really a Confucian saint who came to Dashui Mansion?

And this Confucian sage is not just an ordinary academy mountain master?

The green-robed man sitting high on the throne clenched his teeth, almost breaking them.

He was sitting stiffly and his body was tense. This Cold Food River God, who had been domineering in the northern part of Huangting Kingdom for hundreds of years, had to clench his fists tightly at this moment and pound the handle of the chair hard to suppress the urge to get up to beg for mercy and kneel down to kowtow. impulse.

Huang Tingguo was just one of the vassal states of the Great Sui Dynasty. This uninvited guest who looked like a young man in front of him could never be a native of this country. He has long been familiar with Huang Tingguo's big qigong practitioners. Who can provoke beatings and who should win over and show favor. After hundreds of years of hard work, the man in green robe is very confident about all these.

Among the seventy-two Confucian academies, the mountain master of each academy must have at least ten levels of cultivation to be qualified to run the academy.

Qi practitioners with great supernatural powers in the upper five realms often see the beginning but not the end of the dragon. Therefore, the qi practitioners in the tenth realm who are relatively close to the secular dynasty and the master of Academy Mountain are already qualified to be called a Confucian saint by the secular world. In addition, there are Buddhists The golden Arhat and the Taoist land immortal are all honorific titles common to both the government and the public.

This small group of top Qi practitioners are like the statues in the temple. They are high enough but not too far away. They can burn incense and kowtow. Otherwise, those old gods of the upper five realms are hidden in the clouds. , you can’t find the temple even if you carry a pig’s head.

The eyes of the man in green robe gradually turned red, bloodshot, and a faint golden light emerged. He still tried his best not to blink, staring at the saint statue behind the boy in white. In his field of vision, above the altar, there was a majestic figure. The old man, dressed in a snow-white robe, shines brightly, and the strands of light seem to contain the truth.

If you look closely at each ray of light, you will see that countless golden words are connected one after another in a flash, and there are Confucian etiquette rules written one after another. This saint's Dharma image has a high crown and broad belt, and large sleeves as wide as bird wings, which are swaying in the wind. There is a shining jade pendant hanging on the waist, which is particularly eye-catching, like a small and compact human moon.

It can’t be faked, it’s a truly saintly image!

The life experience of the man in green robe actually has a long history. He has been exposed to it since childhood and knows many secrets. He happens to be a knowledgeable person, so when he saw this scene, he was even more frightened. If it were an ordinary middle-level fifth-level monk from Shanmen, it might be regarded as some kind of deception and deception.

The tall man, whose green robe was embroidered with a golden dragon, finally blinked and had to look away. Tears caused by the sting slowly slipped out of his eyes, but they were quickly dissipated. Naturally, he did not want to show any timidity in front of these subordinate guests. After a long cultivation career, he has been able to reach this point and sit firmly in this prestigious position. He only relied on good bones and good opportunities, but without the support of perseverance. I am afraid that all the romances have long been wiped out by Han Shijiang. The surging river water rushed away and dispersed.

Someone once taught him that the knowledge of a sage will only become stronger if he drills it down. The statues of saints and gods look up to the sky.

In this world today, 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 the ancient Shu Kingdom that has not been verified for a long time. At that time, there were many dragons on the territory of the ancient Shu Kingdom, and they refused to obey the control of heaven and earth. It was rumored that only the ancient sword immortals with amazing killing power liked to come here to sharpen their swords and fight against them. The sword turns over the river and pours down the water, and is proud to kill the dragon.

Isn’t Qi Jingchun dead? The saint who controls Lizhu Cave Heaven now should be Ruan Qiong, a military strategist who broke away from Fengxue Temple.

So who is he?

It seems that the kind person does not come and the person who comes is unkind.

No matter what, even if the King of Heaven comes to his own territory, he has no reason to kill him at his own risk.

The green-robed man forcibly dispelled the gloom in his mind, took a deep breath, raised his left fist slightly, and lightly knocked on the handle of the chair. It seemed like an understatement, but the entire Dashui Mansion was shaken, and the Hanshi River adjacent to the mansion was shaken. , without warning, big waves suddenly rose up, layer upon layer, and beat hard on both sides of the bank.

The man in green robe took a photo.

Everyone in the hall was shaken, and the long swords in the sheaths of the two young swordsmen were overwhelmed, making noises, struggling, and fighting like trapped beasts.

Only the boy in white remained motionless, and the Dharmakaya statue behind him was as steady as a mountain.

The young man raised his head slightly and looked at the green-robed man sitting in the distance facing south, his mouth full of sarcasm.

Although the Dashui Mansion is built next to the river, in fact, there is another mystery underneath the mansion. A deep and wide water channel has been dug out, so it is closely connected with the luck of the Hanshi River. It is a large magic circle in itself, although it is not as big as the mountain guards of some top immortal families. The formation, or the city defense formation of the dynasty's capital, but as long as a man in green robe with profound spiritual knowledge is in it and does not leave this area without permission, he can have the mysterious blessing similar to a small world.

Being able to do this as an exception has a lot to do with the strange bloodline of the man in green robes, in addition to chance.

Generally speaking, Qi practitioners can only reach the tenth realm, such as the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, and a military strategist. Once these three religions and four forces are at home, they will be able to enjoy the right time, place, people, Confucianism, Palace, and Academy. Buddhist temples, Taoist temples, and ancient battlefield sites of military strategists are equivalent to the owners of that small world. When other monks enter them, they are like living under someone else's roof. They have to follow the local customs and act according to the master's rules.

You can hear a needle drop in the lobby, and the atmosphere is eerie.

The Hanshi River Water God could see the vision on the other side of the door, but everyone else was kept in the dark. They all felt that Monk Zhang Er was confused. Why did our Water God Master say that after the young man in white uttered such arrogance? I started to feel dazed. Could it be that that handsome young man who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth was actually from a wealthy family of the Xian family that had been friends with Dashui Mansion for generations? That's why you dare to be so arrogant and domineering?

Although the feminine man had already walked out of the cabinet filled with delicacies and fine wines, and was supposed to capture the young man, he stopped at this time. If you don't have a sharp eye, how can you work under the man in green robe? This water snake spirit, who has always been cunning and cunning, has realized that something is not normal.

As the master, the man in green robe has always refused to speak. The previous time he slapped the chair, although it was loud and seemed to be knocking the mountain to shake the tiger, it seemed to be a bit of a bluff.

The young man in white clothes always stood in place, showing off his virtue of beating me up if you can, which further highlighted the strange situation of Dashui Mansion.

The green-robed man finally smiled and said, "I am a guest. May I ask for any advice?"

He quietly attracted part of the aura of the Hanshi River, shaking the energy of the entire mansion, trying to test the reality of the statue. After all, seeing is believing, and if you don't verify it with your own hands, you have to do it in your own home. Bowing to an outsider is something that a man in green robe with an arrogant nature would never do.

Once the statue's appearance fluctuates at all, the man in green robe doesn't mind smashing the boy's head with his own hands. If he dares to pretend to be a ghost in Dashui Mansion and deceive him, is he not seeking death?

It was a pity that the statue remained motionless. This shocked him and he quickly stopped taking any chances.

On the road of spiritual practice, when you go against the current, you should be brave and diligent. When encountering a strong enemy, you will become more courageous and frustrated, which is even more correct. However, it does not mean that the practitioner should be stubborn, stubborn and unaware of any changes.

The young man in white put one hand behind his back and placed a hollow fist on his abdomen. He still looked as arrogant as if he wanted to be beaten. He twitched the corner of his mouth and sneered: "You have already struck once. Now it's my turn, right?"

The man in green robe looked ugly.

The water snake spirit couldn't stand the young man's face, so he strode forward with his back to the water god. The feminine man raised his arm and flew over with an iron mace. He said in a sharp voice: "I can't bear it, I can't bear it." ! Even if you punish me severely afterwards, my subordinates will beat this kid's head to pieces, collect his brains, and mix them with the gold and jade liquid in the wine glass. Then the term "gold nectar and jade liquid" will be complete. "

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

The effeminate man holding the iron mace not only did not obey the order, but walked even faster, "Master, don't be too kind. A bad guest comes to the door and doesn't know the etiquette. So I asked my subordinates to tell this boy how to be a guest of our Dashui Mansion." !”

After the Cold Food River God stopped him, the water snake spirit knew his master's true thoughts. If he really didn't want to offend the distinguished guests, with his seemingly restrained but violent temper, he would have kicked him out of the door with a sleeve. How could he deliberately say those empty-headed polite words?

The water snake spirit thought that he was lucky tonight and had stolen the first prize from that stupid carp, but if he could show off his master's face in front of everyone, with his master's always generous temper in front of outsiders, he would be like a big water manor. The specialty gold and jade liquid cannot escape.

This aquatic spirit who finally transformed into a human form must not know that his master, the water god who knows rewards and punishments, is deliberately asking him to die this time, just to explore the truth again as reasonably as possible.

All of a sudden, all the guests were full of curiosity and expectation. The previous game was like a cloud and fog, making people really uninterested.

Even if the young man in white is just an embroidered pillow and has no back-up plan, it would be nice to see the killing scene of the water god's generals.

"The accumulated soil forms a mountain, and the wind and rain stir it up."

The young man in white didn't bother to look at the water snake monster from beginning to end. He smiled as if he was dealing with a school teacher reciting classics. He looked very lazy and casual. But after saying this inexplicable sentence, the young man's expression suddenly became serious. , from a cynical and slutty young man, he instantly transformed into a pedantic scholar at the other extreme, exuding an aura of righteousness and awe-inspiring righteousness.

Finally, the young man raised his foot, dropped it heavily, and shouted: "When water accumulates into a deep abyss, a dragon will appear!"

The statue of Dharma behind the young man in white then raised his foot high and stepped down quickly.

At this moment, the man in green robe was unable to move and had difficulty breathing. His face was full of fear and his throat was moving slightly. He wanted to say soft words to beg for mercy, but he couldn't say a single word.

If you encounter natural enemies.

No matter how difficult your cultivation is or how high your realm is, once you encounter someone, you will have no power to fight back and can only sit back and wait for death.

The extremely majestic and solemn words "Jiaolongshengyan" were like spring thunder exploding in the ears. They repeatedly exploded in the ears of the man in green robes. Above the lake of heart, they were pointed directly at people's hearts, setting off waves of excitement. Uncontrollable stormy waves.

The golden dragon on the chest of the man in green robe seemed to have been given the finishing touch by an immortal. It turned into a living thing and began to rotate and swim rapidly. The green robe looked like a blue lake, but the golden dragon's crazy running around was not There is no trace of leisurely swimming like a dragon swimming in water, only madness and pain.

As the half-arm-long golden dragon was bumping around, the originally bright golden light gradually dimmed, and golden threads, like fine feathers, peeled off the green robe, fell to the ground, and turned into ashes.

The boy in white took a step forward with a smile, and then raised his foot again, "How dare you, a little pond reptile, test me again and again? You tried twice before, and I stepped on you Hanshijiang into three pieces. Look at you. How will I control the sixteen rivers, large and small, in the future?"

Just when the boy was about to step on the ground for the second time, the seat under the green-robed man's butt suddenly shattered and turned into powder. The arrogant Hanshi Jiang Zhengshen staggered to his feet and covered his chest with one hand. To prevent the golden dragon from continuing to bump around like a headless fly, he raised his other hand high and swatted it down with difficulty. The corner of his mouth was full of blood, and he said hoarsely and vaguely: "Disobedience to orders, offense to distinguished guests, death is not enough." Cherish!"

Bang.

The head of the water snake monster just exploded.

After the body fell to the ground, it returned to its true form, a slender and colorful water snake.

The sound of the magical weapon iron mace, a relic of the immortal, falling to the ground was particularly clear and harsh in the empty lobby.

The soles of the young man's feet in white were less than half an inch from the ground.

The man in green robe did not bother to wipe the corners of his mouth and stood up straight before bending down to apologize.

The young man in white who had stopped stepping had his eyes shining and made a slow movement to retract his feet.

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

One foot on the ground!

Crisp and neat.

Naturally, the statue also stepped on it.

The boy in white stepped on the blue brick floor of Dashui Mansion.

And when the statue behind him was kicked down, he was stepping on Han Shijiang's luck.

The green-robed man covered the golden dragon's five fingers, which had already pierced into the skin of his chest. Even though it hurt his heart, he still refused to let go.

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

The young man in white loosened his clenched fists and shook his sleeves. His movements were extremely graceful and elegant. He slowly stepped forward, walked around the body of the poor water snake, looked up at the main seat, raised his foot and stepped on the He stepped on the iron mace, causing the Immortal weapon to roll around on the ground, and said with a smile: "Is this Master Water God surprised?"

Bleeding from all orifices.

The man in green robes with a miserable face stabilized his shaky figure, tilted his head and spit out a mouthful of blood. Then he lowered his head and glanced at the dark golden dragon whining on his chest. After slowly raising his head, this man almost had two bodies. For a hundred years, the Water God Master, who had never personally killed an enemy, looked in a daze and murmured: "This true immortal, can't you let me go? If the immortal master kicks me again, I will be dead."

Everyone in the hall had no idea what was going on, and they were all dumbfounded.

In their opinion, the god of river water who is almost invincible is just being toyed with and applauded like this?

The young man in white began to look around boredly again, his eyes resting on the scribe in Confucian shirt. The latter immediately bowed and saluted, and even did not dare to straighten up for a long time. As expected of a scholar, he knew how to judge the situation and stay low.

The young man looked at the fat man who was actually a policeman. The latter knelt down without saying a word, kowtowed vigorously, and shouted in a loud voice: "Kowtow to meet the true immortal!"

Only the burly armored carp spirit looked directly at the boy in white with wide eyes.

The boy in white didn't wait for the man in green to scold his subordinates, but he took the lead and said with a smile: "Kill him."

"I count three, three, one."

Although the young man in white was deliberately trying to deceive, it was obvious that he was going to try again.

He learned this from someone.

Unexpectedly, the man in green robe became more decisive in killing, and the most powerful general under his command killed him as soon as he said he would.

In the blink of an eye, he was standing behind the carp spirit. Only one hand grasped the carp spirit's heart, which penetrated from the back to the chest. He slowly withdrew his bloody arm and held down the heart of the burly man who was still staring at death. With a slight flick of the head, he pushed the body away, and the heart quickly turned into a red pill the size of a goose egg. The man in green robe threw it into his mouth and quickly swallowed it.

The young man in white kept his word and put away his foot angrily.

He smiled and looked at the old and young Lingyun sect, "Do you recognize me?"

The elder of the outer sect of the Lingyun Sect stood up in panic, clasped his fists and lowered his head, saying, "We were blind before, and we hope that the Immortal Master will forgive us. We 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 gouge out your eyeballs."

The next moment, a pair of eyes appeared in the hands of the man in green robe. The old man held his face in his hands, and blood continued to seep out from between his fingers. The old man actually bit his lip hard, trying desperately not to scream.

The boy in white squinted at the two pale-faced young men of the Lingyun Sect, "You two brats are lucky, this is Huang Tingguo and not on the Great Li territory."

The two promising young monks breathed a sigh of relief.

But the young man added: "But you are also unlucky. From the leader to the elders of the Lingyun Sect, they are almost all idiots who are determined to be loyal to the Hong family of Huang Tingguo, so you should die together. "

The man in green robe hesitated for the first time in his move.

The young man clasped his hands behind his back and sneered: "This time you set up a trap in Dashui Mansion, in addition to testing whether the local county guard is smart enough, you have already made a conclusion in your mind that the Lingyun Sect has thousands of connections with Emperor Hong of Huang Ting Kingdom. The inextricable relationship belongs to a grasshopper on a rope. But you don’t want to accompany the stupid Lingyun Sect and the Hong family of Huang Tingguo to die together under the iron hoof of the Great Li, so you intend to take this opportunity to cut off the past with them. That little bit of incense will prevent the Great Li army from going south in the future, and the Hong family will be destroyed, and the Dashui Mansion will be affected by the war."

The young man clicked his tongue and said, "This is a clumsy trick that only idiots like the Lingyun Sect can't see through. They have eyes but no eyes. It's true that they have no eyes. It's a good idea, but you still have to die."

The man in green robe had a gloomy look on his face, but then he laughed out loud and felt much more cheerful. He slapped the three Lingyun sect members one by one, smashing their heads in an instant. The three of them had no time to use any of their magical powers.

The young man in white walked slowly forward to the main seat in the lobby. During the process, he passed by two young sword cultivators. Without stopping, he turned around and said with a smile: "One is a rogue cultivator with shady origins. Whether he is alive or dead, don't worry, look at me." Later, I was in a good or bad mood. There is also a closed-door disciple who is the master of Fulongguan. He has a decent status and barely has a little weight. Let me think about it. The reason why you come here is for the word "palace". Right? Isn’t it weird that I guessed the answer? Don’t look like you’ve eaten shit, kid, okay? If you keep doing this, Master Water God will blow your brain.”

The two swordsmen were sitting on pins and needles. They had never seen such a thrilling scene. At this moment, they really wanted to die.

The young man in white continued to move forward, but suddenly stopped, looked at the literary man who gave the impression of being flattering, and said with a smile: "Your real name should be Tang Jiang on the third-class secret file in Green Bamboo Pavilion, right? Right? Calculating it this way, you have been dormant in Huang Tingguo for many years. You have worked hard and hard, and you really have no merit. There is only a little bit of dispensable hard work. Well, then take the spy report you just received and put it on top. Talk to your water god about the task assigned to you. Now you two brothers are truly brothers on the same boat."

At this moment, the latter no longer had the slightest sign of following the crowd, and his aura was calm and calm. He cupped his fists and said, "Lvzhu Pavilion Bing and other dead soldiers Tang Jiang have seen..."

At the end of the sentence, the dead man of Dali Luzhuting was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to address the big man in front of him who had revealed his identity.

There are only a handful of people in the Great Li Dynasty who know the secrets of the Green Bamboo Pavilion's specifications. So Tang Jiang no longer kept secrets, and to say the least, the boy in white was really the mortal enemy of Da Li. If his identity as Tang Jiang was revealed, it would be a dead end. It would depend on whether he died happily or painfully.

The young man in white waved his hands in frustration and said: "Forget it, calling me anything now is meaningless."

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

Bie Jia mostly came from a local county magistrate. Emperor Hong felt that this could be a check and balance on the governors who were outside officials. The two sides restrained each other and no one could form a separatist situation. This was another strange thing in Huang Tingguo.

The young man in white thought for a moment and pointed at Master Biejia.

The latter had already knelt down and kowtowed, "I just ask for mercy from this Great Li Immortal Master. I am willing to be a bull or a horse. If there is even the slightest lie, I will be struck by thunder!"

The young Cui Han pointed at the man with his finger, "Get up, you don't have to die. After walking out of this Dashui Mansion, you go to the old governor and ask him directly if he wants to continue to be the governor." , it’s just that he changed from the governor of Huang Tingguo to our Dali Dynasty. If he knows the situation and nods and agrees, it is naturally the best. You will still be colleagues in the future. If he doesn’t agree, then you will kill him. Remember, When the time comes, send the old governor's head to the Qiulu Inn in this county to find Liu Jiahui, a monk from Ziyang Mansion. You don't need to say anything, she will understand everything."

Everyone knows that it is the general trend for Da Li to go south.

It's just that the pace has been accelerated slightly now.

Young Cui Yi looked at Mr. Biejia, whose face was covered with tears and snot, and shook his head: "It's so pitiful. Get out of here. Don't be an eyesore here."

The man in official uniform stood up immediately.

The young man suddenly asked: "Are you happy?"

The man was so scared that his face turned pale and he didn't dare to move.

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

The boy in white is sitting on the white jade chair.

The Hanshi River Water God, whose nest was occupied by a dove, stood respectfully in the hall.

The young Cui Han looked outside the gate and said lazily: "Except for the Lingyun Sect monk who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors, the rest of the unrelated people are worse than ants. Please kill them all, Mr. Water God, so that they can be safe on their way to hell." Keep company.”

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

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

The young Cui Yan started to pour wine.

Hold the wine bottle in one hand.

The other hand was clenched tightly, and there was a sharp pain in the palm of his hand.

The whippings hit her soul again and again.

The young man let the wine pour. After all, he still had the water-proof talisman on him. The wine rolled down the white clothes and fell to the ground, just like the leaves of lotus leaves tilted in the rain.

The young man Cui Zhang gently threw the wine bottle forward, leaned back on the white jade chair, raised his head, his face was a little distorted, he muttered in his heart: "Old man, stinky scholar, old and immortal thing! Even if my soul is separated, I will still be me Cui Cheng, if you can, just beat me to death! Who said that human nature is evil? Isn’t it you?!"

He twisted his neck as if talking to someone, just like when he first appeared outside the threshold before, "Are you disappointed that I won't kill your enemy? You thought I was going to seek justice for you, but you didn't expect that I was worse than them. Wouldn't it be more disappointing to be heinous?"

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

Ever since he showed up on the post road at Yefu Pass on the border of Dali, how could he be accompanying a group of children on a sightseeing tour?

There were killings everywhere in the hall.

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

A country is easy to change, but a person's temperament is hard to change.