Chapter 188: The rivers and lakes of youth

How hard is it?
Cheng Yusheng slowly lifted the knife, and the qi in the spirit palace rushed towards the knife. This ordinary iron knife quickly appeared cracks on the body, thinking it was not enough to withstand the majestic qi.
The next moment, the blade of this knife turned red.
Cheng Yusheng gritted his teeth and looked at the black pen.
In the distance, I was ordered to intercept the two criminal consecrations of the Cheng family and looked at each other. They quickly saw the horror in each other’s eyes. When the Cheng family was able to walk out of Mr. Liu’s hands, they He had some plans in his heart, knowing that he was not an ordinary martial artist, but only now did he realize that this one was still a monk.
And the realm is not low!
The Ministry of Justice enshrines so many people, and those with the cultivation base of the Blue Silk Realm, I'm afraid it will not exceed the number of two hands. As for the figures above the Blue Silk Realm, if you think about it carefully, can you have one hand?
Why is the blind scholar Wang Yanqing so highly regarded? Is it possible that it is related to his realm cultivation level?
Above the Taiqing realm, even in places like Yanling Academy, I am afraid that it will have to come up with the title of a master. After all, most of the monks in the Chaomu realm are people who are expected to cross the last threshold and enter the sea. The vast majority of people will not choose to continue to show up in the world, but choose to clean up, hoping that one day they can go from the mountain to the cloud.
There are ants under the saints. I don't know who said this sentence first, but it is actually very reasonable.
After all, how many monks in the world can receive the sword of Qingqiu from the next Dynasty?
I'm afraid it is to remove those saints in the cloud, the rest, none!
On the street, the black pen had already lased, with a majestic force and an absolute realm pressure, causing the stones in front of Cheng Yusheng to break every inch.
The red rivers and lakes in his hand began to make some slight noises.
Cheng Yusheng stared at the black pen, and finally waited until it was about to reach the front door, and slashed it out suddenly.
This knife slashed exactly on the penholder.
There was a sound of gold and stone intersecting in the dark night, extremely harsh.
If it weren't for this place had already been separated by two academy monks, I'm afraid that with this cut, the people in the surrounding half of the city would have to get up and find out.
The iron knife and the pen barrel intersected, and after only a moment, Cheng Yusheng flew out. The son of the Cheng family in Nancheng smashed a wall next to the alley. The dust was everywhere and he couldn't stand up for a while.
Jia Qing walked over with a blank face, started with the sound of rain with one hand, then grabbed his hair and pressed the head against the rocks on the side.
Jia Qing sneered and said: "However, people who dare to stop me in the palace, really think that no one in Yanling can care about you? No matter who is standing behind you tonight, your death is doomed. thing."
Cheng Yu, who was holding his head, spit out a mouthful of blood, grinned and said, "You are the most respectable hypocrites, right?"
These words undoubtedly angered Jia Qing again.
He slapped Cheng Yusheng's head and said with a sneer: "How I act in the Academy, and how you can know in these lonely ghosts. In Yanling, it is my Yanling Academy who has the final say!"
Cheng Yusheng was almost speechless, but his blood-stained face was still a sneer.
Cheng Yusheng didn't like the monk of Xue Gong. Many people knew about this matter, but no one knew the reason.
But to like is to like, and to dislike is to dislike.
Even if it is now likely to face death, Cheng Yusheng still has no intention of begging for mercy.
His bones in Cheng Yusheng are not soft!
Jia Qing looked at him and sneered and said: "Don't worry, your favorite girl is definitely not dead yet. How could that stupid thing like Tu Shutu make the famous Taoist die like this? He has to grab the first merit. If you want to make a move first, I will first let him see how powerful the Dao seed is. After he finds it out, I will make another move. There will be everything. Even if the Tushutu is dead, it is not because of other reasons. , Just stupid!"
Cheng Yusheng was in a daze, and vaguely heard the word Tao, knowing that it was talking about the girl Ye.
He immediately smiled bitterly. It turns out that Miss Ye is the Taoist of Shenxieshan, and the famous Ye Shengge.
No wonder she didn't like him.
It turns out that it doesn't matter whether Cheng Yusheng is a monk or not, the fact that Miss Ye doesn't like him cannot change.
The gap between them is really big.
He couldn't help sighing.
Jia Qing immediately sneered: "Why, do you think you did something wrong now? It's just too late!"
Cheng Yu was silent.
At this moment, most of his physical strength has been lost, even if Jia Qing did not continue to do it, he would not be able to stand up.
Jia Qing squatted beside him, let go of his head, looked into the distance, and said meaningfully: "Shanzeye Xiu, shouldn't exist in this world, you guys, it's really disgusting, a group of lonely people. Souls, wild ghosts, people without roots. Just like those swordsmen, they shouldn't exist in this world anymore."
The voice did not fall.
The rivers and lakes in the distance suddenly stood trembling in the air.
It will be swept over in just an instant, if it is successful, this academic monk will almost die.
Cheng Yusheng hid under his clothes and slightly pinched Fa Jue with one hand.
This is born out of the swordsman's sword.
I have to say that his cheap master can really be regarded as a wizard of the sky, and even the swordsman's swordsmanship can be tinkered with himself.
It's just that such geniuses always seem to die early.
Just when the almost fragmented knife was about to come here, Jia Qing suddenly stood up, turned his head to look at the knife, and beckoned slightly.
The knife broke in half with a bang.
This knife, named Jianghu by Cheng Yusheng himself, broke apart.
Cheng Yusheng's eyes were red.
Jia Qing turned his head, looked at the young man who was struggling to get up, and sneered: "Why, still not convinced?"
Cheng Yusheng didn't say a word, just chuckled.
Jia Qingxi said with a torturous smile: "Okay, let's give you a ride at last, rest assured, no matter what you become, what family or friends behind you, the academy will not pursue it. After all, Luoyang City, Yan The mausoleum is a place under the jurisdiction of the academic palace. As long as the academic palace is different, they are still good people."
Cheng Yu was silent, but his hands trembled slightly. He bent down and picked up a stone from the side.
It seems to be stubborn to the end.
Cheng Yusheng never thought of dying for a woman.
Not to mention a woman who didn't like him at all.
But now he is willing and wants to do so.
He has no regrets at all.
When I was young, I walked the rivers and lakes and met a girl I admired, and I always wanted to do something for her.