Immortal Sword Cultivation

Chapter 60 Zhuang Gong Fishing

　　 Down the Weihe River, a young man in a green shirt rushed along the road at the same time. Each step seemed close, but he walked away in a daze. Even so, it didn't give people any special feelings. It seemed that this young man was erratic and detached from the world before his eyes!

　　 At the foot of the young man, every step he took, a small sword was born, and the next small sword disappeared, but the young man walked a long way.

　　 The whole scene is misty and dusty, it's amazing!

　　 "This sword shadow step can be regarded as an extremely extraordinary technique. The speed has increased a lot. If you meet the monks in the foundation building period now, it will be easier to escape!"

　　 But after finishing speaking, Wang Chen suddenly smiled, with a faint confident smile on his face, "Now that the sword intent has just begun, why not be afraid of the monks in the early days of foundation building!"

While 　　 was speaking, Wang Chen suddenly revealed a series of emptiness sword shadows, stirring the surrounding air with waves of vibrations! After speaking, Wang Chen put away his sword intent, and the phantom of sword intent behind him disappeared. But unknowingly, the peculiar sword-inspired aura has burned marks on Wang Chen's body! I can't get rid of it!

　　 Wang Chen continued to walk forward, and found two huts in front of him.

　　 Thatched cottage is nothing else, the strange thing is that there is an old man fishing by the river. The old man is an ordinary mortal, Wang Chen can see it at a glance.

　　 However, Wang Chen was surprised by the breath of the old man, because it was very similar to his own, and it was also a breath of detachment. It's just that there is a clear difference between this old man's detachment and Wang Chen's detachment. As for the difference, Wang Chen doesn't know.

　　Wang Chen walked to the old man, and Pang Ruo sat down without anyone else. The old man gave Wang Chen a glance, and said in surprise, "The little friend came by coincidence, wait a moment, there is fish soup to drink at noon!"

　　The old man didn't ask where Wang Chen came from. He had known Wang Chen for a long time in defense of words. When Wang Chen talked with the old man, he felt uncomfortable physically and mentally. He smiled and nodded, then sat quietly beside him.

　　 The old man’s fishing level is very good, and a few fish caught the bait in a few moments.

　　 After about a quarter of an hour, the noisy voice came from a distance, and it was not obvious at first, and then rushed to the hut. Wang Chen was very surprised, the old man didn't speak, just faintly shook his head.

　　 silk satin, gold-inlaid canopy, and mighty guards, all show the extraordinary identity of a group of people.

　　 Approaching the front, a sixty-year-old old man walked out, bowed to the old man, and said: "Duke Zhuang, it's polite!"

　　 The old man put away his fishing rod and bowed and said: "In Shimono village, I am sorry for your negligence! Dare to ask who is you? What is the so-called here?"

Although the elders in Chinese clothes have extraordinary status, they are also very polite to Zhuang Gong, "What do you say? Peace!"

　　 Duke Zhuang shook his head, and the old man continued: "Duke Zhuang didn't know. Originally, the emperor had to come in person. Because of the embarrassment, he ordered me to wait for the sacred canopy to come and invite you to serve as an official!"

　　 Gong Zhuang did not speak, but sat down again and threw out the fishing rod. The old man in Washington stood behind him without saying a word. After a while, Mr. Zhuang said: "I heard that Liangguo was a **** tortoise. It was three thousand years old when he was killed. The king of Liang treasured it with a bamboo box and covered it. It is enshrined on the temple with brocade. I would like to ask the doctor, does this turtle prefer to keep its bones after death and be expensive, or rather to sneak in the mud and trail its tail when it is alive?"

The old man in Washington was stunned when he heard the words, and then said: "Naturally I want to sneak in the muddy water and tail!" Zhuang Zhouyi smiled and said: "Thank you doctor for your kindness, and I would like to sneak in the water and tail tail. Doctor please come back! "

The old man in Washington darkened his eyes, but after thinking about it, he said: "Dazzling Chuang, talking about a few words is thought-provoking! It's just that life is short and fleeting in the blink of an eye. How can the three thousand years of life of the **** tortoise be wasted, if If you don't do something great, don't you regret your life forever!"

　　 "What's more, a hundred years later, the tortoise that sneaks in the mud does not know why it is in the belly of the human being, and the tortoise enshrined in the temple is still remembered by the people. What can be judged between the gains and losses?"

　　 The old man in Washington said leisurely, even Wang Chen felt very reasonable. But Lord Zhuang laughed when he heard it, "The doctor is really eloquent! But you are not the **** turtle, how do you know his choice? Maybe if he can swim in the mud for a while, he will die without regrets. !"

　　 "Although I die without regrets!"

　　 Listening to this sentence, Wang Chen was shocked, and his gaze was full of admiration for the old man. Thinking back to the process of cultivating immortals, why was this not the case?

　　 Killed the monks as a secular warrior, and marched forward bravely in the beast tide, and finally got the dragon egg by coincidence. If he didn't even dare to fight with the monks in the base-building period, can he understand the sword intent?

　　 Thinking of this, my heart feels a lot more relaxed. The way of detachment must be full of hardships. If there is no determination to die without regret, what kind of immortality can be cultivated, and the way of detachment!

　　The old man from Washington had his face embarrassed after hearing it, and after a while he waved his sleeves and said: "Since the Zhuang Gong is going to be the idle cloud and wild crane! I won't force myself, and I will report the truth to King Liang after he returns to the palace!"

　　 After speaking, the group turned around and left.

　　Wang Chen spent three days in the Zhuanggong's hut. During the day, he watched Zhuanggong fishing, talked about the world and everything, and occasionally drank a few bowls of delicious fish soup.

　　 Gong Zhuang is not a cultivator, but Wang Chen admires Wang Chen with his mind and insights in his heart.

"There is a fish in the North Ming, and its name is Kun. Kun is so big, I don't know how many miles it is. When it turns into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng's back is not known for thousands of miles. It flies in anger, and its wings are like Clouds hanging down from the sky. The water hits three thousand li, and the one swiveling upward is ninety thousand li. The cloud is absolutely qi, and the sky is blue, and then to the south."

　　 Wang Chen can imagine a scene: the sea surface of hundreds of millions of miles is turbulent, vast and boundless, and a fish of thousands of miles is tumbling in the sea. With a brushing sound, the fish jumped out of the sea, with wings on both backs. Two giant wings that are thousands of miles long, flutter and set off a boundless wave!

　　 The waves spread three thousand miles at a time, and Kunpeng took advantage of the momentum to fly 90,000 miles in the sky, and the white clouds and the blue sky were all under it!

　　 The sound of the book uttered a different flavor of freedom from Gong Zhuang's mouth, and Wang Chen was relaxed and happy to hear it. This legend about Kunpeng is not necessarily false, it is said that such anomalies really existed in ancient times. It is both a fish and a bird. You can imagine the wings that are thousands of miles long. Under that fan, any monks in the Yuan Ying stage will turn into ashes.

　　 Maybe only the immortals of the immortal world can compare with it!

　　 Wang Chen communicated with Zhuang Gong for three days, and then decided to return to the school.

　　 On the other side, a big event happened at Qingyunmen.

　　 Qingyun Temple.

　　 Qingyunmen has been a solemn and solemn place for thousands of years, but this day has gathered most of the high-level combat power of Qingyunmen. One monk in the Yuanying stage and eight monks in the Jindan stage.

　　The one with the lowest cultivation base is the head of Qingyunmen's base-building period and a young man during the Qi training period.

　　 "Feng Wuji, do you know that you are guilty? You can kill more than a dozen Qingyunmen disciples in a month after you get started, and you can be convinced if you are sentenced to capital punishment!" The head of the foundation construction period stood opposite Feng Wuji and said loudly. Although the tone was stern, but with a hint of fear, this young man was not friendly. Among the dozen dead, there was still a monk in the early days of foundation building.

　　 It is horrible to kill the monks in the base-building period with the realm of the training period!

　　 As soon as the voice of the head of the Blue Cloud Gate fell, sword shadows poured out from the young man. The sound of the clank of the sword seemed to appear from all directions, and the young man burst out with a sharp sword intent. Under this sword intent, the head of the base-building period actually had his legs trembling~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and a little unstable.

　　 "Some Xiaoxiaomen have bad intentions, and cut them off. What can you do for me?"

　　 Arrogant and domineering! This is boundless sharpness. As soon as the words came out, the middle-aged monk who was originally in the innermost opened his eyes. The eight golden cores looked at the youth and felt pain in their eyes, as if a sword was about to be cut!

　　 "Presumptuous!" A cultivator of the Golden Core Stage finally couldn't bear it, and the coercion of his whole body was also released. This person's cultivation was at the peak of the Golden Core period, but the sword intent when he encountered a young man was completely suppressed!

　　 The head of the foundation-building period was only sitting on the ground at the moment, his face pale.

　　 A battle seems inevitable.

"All right!"

　　 A sound that sounded very ordinary entered the ears of the people in the Qingyun Temple, and everyone's mind was disturbed. The cultivator at the peak of the Golden Core Stage was shocked by a greater pressure after this sound, not in words!

　　 The only young man who can speak and is lacking in a flaming fighting spirit.

　　 "You are great, fight with me!"

　　 The young man's eyes lighted up, and the magic weapon on his back sprang out with a scream, suddenly agitated with sword energy more than one meter long.

　　 rumbling, crackling!

　　 There was a sound of fighting in the Blue Cloud Palace. It's just that the sound comes and goes quickly! After the battle, the ancestors of Qingyunmen gave an order, special commendation Feng Wuji as the elder of Qingyunmen.

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