film world traveler

The autumn rain is continuous, like silk thread.

In the wind, many Taoist priests in yellow and purple robes came in the dusk and night, looking at the fallen memorial tablet of the ancestor on the ground, their faces all moved.

"What's the matter?"

A Taoist with a celestial spirit glanced angrily.

There were Taoists from Longhu Mountain around me who were proficient in the yin-yang prophecy and Taoist magic. Many people pinched their fingers to calculate on the spot, and immediately felt palpitations on their faces, "I can't figure it out. It seems like the mountain is falling and the ground is cracking. It seems that someone has shaken the luck of Longhu Mountain."

"There are very few people in the world that we in Longhu Mountain can't count, but those few are qualified to compete with us."

A Taoist who looked like an old man said, and the expression of the Taoist on the scene changed drastically in an instant. Considering the current situation in Liyang, it was not difficult to guess.

The reality is as expected, even more terrifying.

Liyang Qi was cut by 50%, and the news of Emperor Liyang's death shocked the world.

Storm is coming!

Zhao Danxia, ​​the headmaster of Longhu Mountain, had a complex expression on her face, and sighed with a faint look in her eyes: "I really didn't expect that he actually did it."

"When we at Longhu Mountain attempted to use his technique, he used his sword to counterattack him. Even though that person took action, he still escaped easily. He has a lot of grudges with us at Longhu Mountain."

"He started from the Xuanyuan family and seized the luck of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism in Jiangnan, Wudang and two Zen temples, but he did not touch our Longhu Mountain. He thought he was afraid of the size of our Longhu Mountain, but he did not expect that he would settle the accounts in the end.

You still can’t avoid what’s coming, so everyone should express your opinions and think of a way.”

Immediately, Taoist priests began to discuss it. Some were afraid of Chen Jun's previous strong performance, so they chose to surrender and cede their interests to share their destiny. Others decided that their subordinates would see the truth, and few wanted to take advantage of Chen Jun's injury to send out troops.

He wanted to attack and kill with strong hands, but as soon as he proposed it, he was immediately rejected by most people.

It's not like Liyang has done this before, but it's still useless. No matter how powerful Longhu Mountain is, it can only rely on Liyang's big tree.

While the discussion at Longhu Mountain was intense, in Huishan, Jiangdong, a thin middle-aged Confucian scholar in white stood in the wind, holding the hand of a beautiful woman wrapped in a mink fur coat.

Not long after, three people walked slowly under the archway of Guniu Dagang.

One is white, one is purple, and there are tattered miscellaneous clothes.

"After more than two years apart, Mr. Chen's style remains the same."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar gave a faint salute, but the beautiful woman next to him kept her eyes on the woman in purple. The stories that Chen Jun experienced in the past two or three years are considered a legend in the world, but the terrible sin he suffered in the hearts of his parents

, my heart is beating with fear every moment.

Wen Hua looked around with his eyes. He was used to being poor. The young knight-errant man followed his husband and did not enjoy the luxury. At most, he was not hungry. One of the few opportunities to open his eyes was when he entered the Wu Family Sword Tomb Archway.

The grandeur of the wealthy family rushed towards him, making him tremble with fear. Fortunately, he regained face later and peed on the top of the Sword Mountain, which the Wu family was proud of, shocking many people.

Before coming here, Wen Hua inquired about Xuanyuan Qingfeng's family background. He was so surprised that he couldn't sleep. Now he stood under the memorial arch and looked at it. Although the Xuanyuan family was not as rich in swordsmanship as the Wu family, it was far superior in splendor and beauty. As Xuanyuan Qingfeng

Junior brother, he felt secretly happy, did he have a share in this?

"Would Mr. Jingcheng blame me for what I did all the way, and even for what I did to Li Yang?"

Chen Jun looked at Xuanyuan Jingcheng and saw the rosy and shiny skin on his wife's face, and smiled in his heart.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng shook his head: "Jingcheng cannot understand some of Mr.'s actions, but the world is not the world of the Liyang family, but the world of all peoples, and Jingcheng is not a corrupt scholar holding a book."

Setting the tone, Xuanyuan Jingcheng led the three people up the mountain.

This time when we went up the mountain, the scenery of Huishan was still beautiful and moving. Many people from the Xuanyuan family living nearby had smiles on their faces. Instead of the sounds of weapons and shouts practicing martial arts, there were more sounds of children reading aloud.

The beautiful woman took her daughter to talk about her thoughts and greetings over the past two years. Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't answer much, but he was in an unusually relaxed mood.

During the two or three days in Huishan, Wen Hua lived the life he longed for as a landlord, with no worries about food and drink. Chen Jun soon met the envoy sent from Longhu Mountain.

"Longhushan sent you here with a good plan."

The person who came was a sloppy old Taoist, Zhao Xituan, one of the four great heavenly masters of Longhu Mountain. He was accompanied by a sallow-looking young man, who was his precious disciple and Xu Fengnian's younger brother, Xu Longxiang.

The sloppy old Taoist exposed his shortcomings, shook his head and said with a smile: "Isn't this a last resort? Mr. Chen accepted Xu Fengnian, the evil devil, as his apprentice, and the old Taoist accepted his younger brother as his apprentice. We can still have a relationship, can't we?"

Chen Jun smiled and said nothing.

Xu Longxiang on the side suddenly asked: "Master, my brother."

Zhao Xituan was shocked. His apprentice who lacked a lot of skills usually rarely called him, so why was he so neat this time? Could it be that he was thinking about his brother?

Chen Jun smiled slightly: "Your brother was in Beiliang to conquer the world for you, but he didn't come here." Xu Longxiang suddenly became as quiet as a naughty boy.

Zhao Xituan made a gesture: "Longhushan has offended Mr. Chen in many ways before. Longhushan is willing to apologize, but I hope the compensation can be acceptable to both of us. Otherwise, Longhushan can only choose other methods."

"Courtesy first, then attack?"

This time it was Zhao Xituan's turn to remain silent.

Chen Jun smiled nonchalantly and said: "There is only one condition, I want Longhu Mountain!"

"Impossible!" Zhao Xituan said categorically: "Longhu Mountain has inherited a thousand-year legacy, how can we let people, the Sword God, stop talking nonsense."

"There is no exaggeration or intention to destroy the foundation of Longhu Mountain. I want to create a sect called Qingyun Sect. Longhu Mountain is the ancestral home of Taoism, and the top-notch Cave Heaven Paradise can just meet the needs."

"There is no room for bargaining. Within ten days, all Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain are required to leave Longhu Mountain, otherwise - they will be killed without mercy!!!"

Zhao Xituan's face was ashen and he left with a puff of sleeves.

Three days later, the conversation about this conversation immediately spread all over the world, and everyone in the world knew that the new Sword God's next target was Longhu Mountain.

But it was not the fate of dividing the forces like before, but the desire to seize Longhu Mountain as the sect's address.

It is normal for a sword god to want to create his own sect like Wang Xianzhi. Qingyun Sect, the name was instantly known to countless people, and many talented Junyans who wanted to practice swords have started to think about it, while those who did not watch the battle before

The martial arts masters who arrived immediately rushed to Longhu Mountain.

A fierce battle is inevitable!

Two days later, Longhu Mountain gave a reply, and Zhao Xituan personally invited Chen Jun to Longhu Mountain.

Tianshi Mansion, the new moon breeze is blowing.

There are two male and female podocarpus trees in the Wanfa Zongtan. The larger one is male and the smaller one is female. Thousands of years have passed since the founder of Longhu Mountain planted it, but the trees are still lush and full of vitality.

Under the altar of Wanfa Zong are the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain and many disciples. Above him stands the contemporary headmaster of Longhu Mountain, Zhao Danxia, ​​wearing a flat-top crown, Bagua clothes, square skirt, and red shoes. There is a desk in front of him, with the order above

Placed here are the powerful talismans of the Tianshi Mansion, the male and female swords for killing evil in three and five directions, and the seal of Yang Ping's rule of the capital.

Zhao Danxia looked at Chen Jun solemnly, not paying attention to the onlookers who came around.

"The Sword God has a strong record. Longhu Mountain considers itself no rival, but it will never tolerate the founder's foundation being ruined in our hands. The only solution now is to invite the immortals from Longhu Mountain. I wonder if Mr. Chen still wants to continue."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, the whole audience was in uproar.

Chen Jun clasped his hands behind his back and looked calmly at the sky.

"Haha~"

Zhao Danxia chuckled twice, like a sneer at ignorance. Suddenly, when he held the three-five evil-killing male and female magic sword in his hand, his whole aura changed drastically, mysterious and mysterious, unfathomable.

"Walking for Heaven and subduing the barbarians..."

After Zhao Danxia chanted the Dharma, she shouted angrily: "Zhao Danxia, ​​the useless disciple, invites all the ancestors of Longhu Mountain to come down to earth!"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's eyes were so sharp that he seemed to be able to see through the altar and see the solemn portraits of life-size hanging in the center of the courtyard.

The voice was ethereal, and everyone felt as if they had been struck by lightning.

My body was greatly shaken. I looked up and saw the smoke from the incense burner on the table slowly rising into the sky and gradually dissipating without a trace.

Those previously inconspicuous portraits began to reveal their true colors.

Come out one by one, great real people!