Chapter 27: Congratulations to Ye An Shi Huizong

Those who have good deeds in the martial arts like to list the martial arts rankings and the weapon tree, and rank those famous people in the rivers and lakes one by one. Over time, there have been various titles. In the category of lightsabers, there are such terms as Juggernaut, Sword God, Sword King, Sword Tyrant, Sword Lord, Sword King, Sword Demon, Sword Hero, and others. There is nothing better than this. But there is only one word that these people of good deeds dared not name easily, and that is the word "Xian". Those who can be called the word "Xian" are almost legendary characters in the martial arts.
But despite this, there are still three sword immortals and five sword immortals, but this gun is the only one.
There is only one, the gun fairy Sikong Changfeng, and the three masters of Xueyue City.
His gun is said to be able to slay the dead ghosts, and once broke through the lonely ghost array set up by the six elders of the Demon Sect under the Qilian Mountains. A person in the spectrum of weapons once said that he has eight points in the world.
Lei Wujie looked at the middle-aged man in black, with an indifferent expression and a bit of elegant and bookish anger, with blazing eyes.
Xiao Se sighed, "When those dudes in Apocalyptic City looked at the oiran in the Yueyue Tower, they looked almost like you."
Lu Yudi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered: "What a spear fairy, the junior has learned a great trick!" He specifically emphasized the word "junior", ridiculing Sikong Changfeng for not holding his identity and starting with the junior.
Sikong Changfeng tied his hands behind him, stood on top of the spear, frowned slightly, and smiled: "I... did it?"
Lu Yudi was dumb. Sikong Changfeng did not make a single move, but the surplus of his guns forced himself into nowhere to go.
"Wu Shuang City sent so many elites here, is this monk really so important?" Sikong Changfeng continued to ask with a smile.
Lu Yudi sneered without answering.
"Go back and tell those elders in Wushuang City that if you really think that you can subvert the rivers and lakes by catching a child, then don't mention the words Tian Xia Wushuang in the future. Don't call this Wushuang City's name." Feng said indifferently, but the words were amazing, but he was one of the three people in the world who could say this.
Lu Yudi dared not speak.
"Also." Sikong Changfeng looked at the young man carrying the sword case, "Wu Shuang City has rarely found a piece of fine jade, so don't use a pig knife to carve it. Please go back and tell Song Yan this sentence. ."
Wushuang didn't feel as annoyed as his senior brother, but nodded his head: "Senior's words, this junior will definitely tell them. Well... if I still remember them then."
"You just left your hand, otherwise you can kill them seriously injured with your cultivation, it's no problem." Sikong Changfeng nodded, "Thank you."
"Don't thank you, I just hope that when you recover from your injuries, you will have the opportunity to fight again." Wushuang smiled and bared his white teeth.
"My sword is no better than the second brother, but I have practiced it for a few years." Sikong Changfeng suddenly stretched out his hand and waved it suddenly. The door of the sword box beside Wushuang suddenly opened, and twelve flying swords flew out instantly, surrounding Sikong. After Chang Feng made a circle, he flew back into Wushuang's sword box in sequence. Sikong Changfeng waved his hand, and the door of the sword box closed again.
Wushuang's eyes widened, and he didn't expect this master known as the Spear Fairy to be proficient in swordsmanship, and could control twelve flying swords at the same time.
Sikong Changfeng smiled and said: "Yujian, Yujian, the truth is always the same. I helped you with another sword this time, but you really have to rely on you to grasp the meaning."
Wushuang clasped his fists in both hands: "Thank you."
Sikong Changfeng turned around and stopped looking at him: "Let's go."
Wushuang helped Lu Yudi, who was seriously injured, onto the horse and waved his whip forcefully, and dozens of other riders immediately followed and left.
Tang Lian looked up at Sikong Changfeng, "Three Masters..."
"Tang Lian, you are suffering." Sikong Changfeng looked at Tang Lian and sighed.
"Three Masters..." Tang Lian shouted again.
Sikong Changfeng was a little puzzled: "Tang Lian what do you want to say?"
"Three Masters, can you come down and talk? Are you not tired when we look up and talk?" Tang Lian finally couldn't help but utter this sentence.
"Oh oh oh." Sikong Changfeng finally reacted, jumped off the spear, and with a light wave of his hand, he held the black golden spear in his hand, "Tang Lian, the mission was done well this time."
Tang Lian smiled bitterly: "It's almost dead, how can it be done well."
"It's fine if you don't die, it's fine if you don't die. This task is done well if you don't die." Sikong Changfeng smiled and nodded.
Everyone was dumbfounded when they heard these words, only Tang Lian seemed to be used to this outsider who seemed to be a master of the world, but actually always lacks a rib in the gun fairy, just looked around and asked: "Three Masters, you This time came alone?"
"Originally, I came here alone, but I met two old acquaintances on the road. They talked about family affairs, so they came late. No wonder, no wonder." Sikong Changfeng smiled awkwardly.
Wuzen stepped forward and saluted: "There is no Zen under the master Wangyou of Xiahanshan Temple. This is my brother Wuxin."
Sikong Changfeng nodded and walked towards the monk who had fallen to the ground.
"Lei Wujie is going to Xueyue City to apprentice in the Leijiabao of Xiajiangnan Perak Hall!" Lei Wujie hurriedly clasped his fists and said loudly.
"Oh." Sikong Changfeng faintly replied, patted Lei Wujie's shoulder, "Little brother, your wound has opened again."
Lei Wujie's face flushed red, and he hurriedly looked down at his shoulder.
Sikong Changfeng leaned down, looked at the pale-faced monk, and exclaimed: "It's not something ordinary people can do for self-abolition. No wonder Wangyou values ​​you so much."
Wuxin smiled miserably: "You also came to take me away."
"No." Sikong Changfeng stood up, looked down at Wuxin, and said loudly, "Xueyue City is here to send Ye Anshi back to the sect!"
"What?" Everyone present was stunned.
"Xueyue City is here here to send Ye Anshi back to the sect!" Sikong Changfeng repeated.
Xueyue City did not intend to hijack this monk to restrain the Demon Cult, nor did it intend to let the monk go back to Hanshan Temple. Xueyue City’s decision followed the agreement twelve years ago to send the Demon Cult Young Master back to the sky!
To comply with the agreement is also a threat. Under this order, Wuxin did not have a second choice.
Tang Lian suddenly raised her head, and two more figures floated in the distance. He fixed his eyes and cried out badly, and immediately picked up his anger. One white hair, one purple dress. It was the white-haired fairy, Ziyihou that day.
"No need." Sikong Changfeng shook his head at Tang Lian, "The two old acquaintances I told you about are them."
"They?" Tang Lian was taken aback.
The two of them had already floated to the people and didn’t look at them. Zi Yihou, with a purple aura on his body, walked straight to help Wuxin. He put his palm on Wuxin’s back and conveyed his true energy. . Wuxin smiled: "Uncle Yuji."
"Humph, run when you see me, and recognize my uncle?" Zi Yihou snorted coldly.
Baifaxian glanced at Sikong Changfeng: "We will take away the people. Xueyue City won't regret it?"
"It's still the same sentence, Xueyue City is not afraid of the Demon Cult, not the heavens, let alone a 17-year-old boy." Sikong Changfeng was calm.
Bai Faxian glanced at Tang Lian: "Are you not convinced now?"
Tang Lian snorted coldly, without speaking.
"Little Lian, don't be unconvinced. This white-haired uncle is the famous sword Mo Qixuan. You played against him several times. If it wasn't for your master, he kept his hand. Can't go here." Sikong Changfeng smiled and rounded off.
The sword is announced. Tang Lian's expression changed slightly, the name was indeed like Lei Guaner, but he was only slightly darkened: "Three Masters, how many times have you said that, don't call me Xiao Lian."
Sikong Changfeng didn’t seem to have the majesty of the three city masters of Xueyue City. He smiled and patted Tang Lian on the shoulder:
Why? Blame your Master Lianyue. Even if his name is his mother, he also took one for his apprentice. Such a name."
Zi Yihou was naturally not interested in listening to the chat between the two of them. His face was already impatient. He pulled Wuxin but was about to take it away, only to see the red dress in front of him again.
Ziyihou was taken aback for a moment, a little angrily: "Boy, what do you want to do?"
Lei Wujie glanced at Wuxin and said, "You want to take him away. Have you asked if he agrees or not?"
Ziyihou said angrily: "He is the Young Sovereign of Tianwaitian. If he doesn't return to Tianwaitian, is he going to the Hanshan Temple?"
Lei Wujie was not afraid: "What if he just wants to go back to the Hanshan Temple?"
Zi Yihou's purple qi rose instantly: "Boy, are you looking for death? Seriously, I thought I was afraid of the thunder that was hiding in Leijiapu, so I wouldn't dare to kill you?"
Xiao Se walked forward slowly and stood beside Lei Wujie, ignoring Zi Yihou, just looking at Wuxin: "Monk, you really want to leave?"
Unintentionally frowned and said nothing. Ziyihou snorted coldly, and stopped speaking.
The white-haired immortal holding the jade sword knelt on the ground in an instant.
"Young Sect Master, Tian Waitian has been waiting for Young Sect Master to return to the sect for twelve years!"
"Now the teachings are torn apart, only outside the sky, no one has ever left!"
"We are all waiting for the young master to return to the sect and regain control of the overall situation!"
Wuxin took a long breath, pushed away Zi Yihou's support, walked to the kneeling Baifaxian, and sighed: "Uncle Mo."
Bai Faxian did not look up.
"I understand." Wuxin took a step forward, past his side, "Let's go."
"Wuxin." Lei Wujie called out to him.
"Xueyue City respectfully sent Tianwaitian Sect Master Ye Anshi back to the sect." Sikong Changfeng said with a smile.
Wuxin also smiled: "Sigong Qiangxian, don't threaten me anymore. Wuxin knows, in fact, the old monk is no longer there. It doesn't matter whether you return to the Hanshan Temple. The old monk is right, my Home is the realm beyond, the sky beyond the sky."
"Sect Master Ye can naturally return to Hanshan Temple, but not now." Sikong Changfeng said.
"Brother, I'm leaving." Wuxin looked back at Wu Chan who was standing in the distance.
Wu Chan sighed and nodded: "Senior brother is going back to Hanshan Temple today. Whether or not he is the master of the sky, Hanshan Temple still has a Zen room, a futon, and a Buddhist scripture, which belong to the younger brother."
"The Buddhist scriptures are exempted. I actually never recite the scriptures." Wuxin smiled and looked at Lei Wujie again. "The punches you teach you must be beaten every day. Remember, that set of punches is not about Fu Mo. It's Arhat. The first half of the boxing seems ordinary, but if you hit it millions of times, you can get fire from the dust and blossom on the stone.
"Monk, you really want to leave..." Lei Wujie couldn't bear it, and almost burst into tears. He had only known the monk for a few days, but he felt a sense of sympathy in his heart.
"As for what I taught you..." Wuxin looked at Xiao Se again, "I hope you never have the opportunity to use it."
"I have forgotten." Xiao Se shrugged.
"Just forget it." Wuxin turned around again, turned his back to them, took a step forward, and jumped up, Bai Faxian and Zi Yihou also followed.
"I want to ride the wind northward, and the Xueluo Xuanyuan is as big as a seat.
I want to take a boat to swim east, and Fairy Chuoyue stands in the wind.
I want to travel thousands of miles in the clouds, how can the temple dragon chant me
The sun shines on the top of Kunlun, and the sea is desperate to see the green mountains.
Changfeng Wanliyan returns, no one will return without seeing Tianya! "
The monk's figure moved farther and farther, but the voice went straight into the sky, staying for a long time.
"Pans to reunite with you!" The monk's white robe could no longer be found.
Wu Chan lowered his head and whispered the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."
Lei Wujie and Xiao Se both looked at the disappearing figure in the distance, and muttered in a low voice, "I hope to meet you again."
The world-shaking spear fairy Sikong Changfeng shook the black golden spear in his hand, pointed to the peerless monk and said to Tang Lian, "Look, look, when my master and I were in the rivers and lakes So romantic and suave."
Tang Lian looked disdainful, and said a word in a straightforward tone.
"Pooh!"
"Youth Song Xing." The Golden Coffin" End