Chapter 84: Qingsi

In front of the ruined temple at the foot of Jianshan, an old scholar carrying a bookcase came today.
The old scholar who originally followed the ancestors on Jianshan Mountain did not stay on the mountain for a long time and then came to the ruined temple at the foot of Jianshan. He talked about the principles of sages and sages, saying that he wanted to argue with the ruined three people, thank you Lu and Liu Yibai are experts in killing people with swords, but they are not interested in reasoning at all. Therefore, after the old Confucian came down to the ruined temple, he could only talk to the gentleman Xi Chunan. Sentence, the old Confucian student carrying a bookcase seems to have not read a few years of books. Many truths are now seen from the books, so it is not deep, so it is not rare to live in Xichunan, Xichunan’s temperament. Well, after spending half a day with the old Confucian student, I didn’t feel bored. After dusk, seeing that the old Confucian student was still reluctant, Xi Chunan laughed and said whether he should compare the sword, otherwise the saliva would be dry and his legs would be too. It's numb, but it's not so good.
The old scholar who had been going around in circles looked at Xi Chunan a little weirdly, and finally got to the point. He closed the book in his hand and asked doubtfully: "The sword under the cliff is Liu Xiang's sword. For Liu Xiang's temperament, his eyes are always higher than the top, you know he will not let Li Fuyao take him off the bottom of the cliff, but why do you want him to take the sword?"
Xichunan replied calmly: "Why not? There is no absoluteness in everything. If he fancy Fuyao and think that he is similar to Fairy Liu Jian, he will follow him."
The old Confucian sneered at what Xi Chunan said, "What kind of temperament and talent in Liu Xiang, there is nothing comparable to that boy Li Fuyao. Back then, Liu Xiang's sword strength was thousands of miles long, and it hasn't been until now. People surpass, even Chao Qingqiu dare not say that Li Fuyao can match Liu Xiang on the way of Jian Qi?"
Xi Chunan smiled and asked, "The old man praises Chao Jianxian so far?"
The old Confucian rolled his eyes, "Nonsense, Chao Qingqiu is the only genius in your swordsman's line who has stepped into the Canghai Realm in the past six thousand years. He said that he can't compare to those sword immortals for six thousand years. I don't believe him. Those Sword Immortals are not necessarily his opponents until now. I scared the old man Xu Ji on the mountain, saying that it was the two great monsters who jointly attacked Chao Qingqiu. Actually, how about the three. , The old man still doesn't believe that the Chao Qingqiu Association just died in the demon land like this."
Speaking of the only sword fairy who has been able to step into the Canghai Realm in the past six thousand years, in fact, whether it is an old scholar or Xichunan, there is an unspeakable feeling in his heart. The old scholar admires it. This sword immortal, who had only practiced swords for less than three hundred years, extended the swordsman's line to this point with his own power. For this sword immortal, Xi Chunan admired his perseverance and perseverance.
But in the final analysis, Sword Immortal Chao Qingqiu is a romantic figure in this mountain and river, in that demon land, and when the saint is almost invisible in the world, only this sword fairy puppet can do it. It was a big deal, either to kill the big demon or to go to Shenxieshan and other places to initiate provocations, making the monks of the demon earth and the three religions feel really helpless.
The old Confucian sighed: "If Chao Qingqiu can come back from the demon land without a problem, it means that his kendo has gone further. Maybe he will be the first person to become an immortal in these six thousand years."
Xi Chunan smiled without saying a word, and didn't remind the old scholars that their topic before was about Li Fuyao going to the bottom of the cliff to fetch a sword.
After the old scholar said a few words, he stopped abruptly and looked at Xi Chunan with a smile, "The old man almost didn't think about it clearly. Since he knew that the kid wouldn't be able to retrieve the sword from Liu Xiang, he naturally had no plans. Is there another sword at the bottom of this cliff?"
Xi Chunan said nothing, but looked at the old scholar with a smile.
The old Confucian waved his hand impatiently, "You guys, even better than the old man, like to play mystery. Have you practiced your sword and become refined?"
Xi Chunan smiled calmly: "The sword in Sword Fairy Liu Lane is naturally extremely proud. It's okay that no sword spirit has been born, but how can it not be born after spending thousands of years at the bottom of the cliff? Since there is a sword, Naturally, even Chao Jianxian thinking of taking away is a bit troublesome, maybe I can only ask for reluctance, in the end wipe out the spiritual intelligence and re-warm, how can I take him away? There is no way to be unwilling, I just want him to walk from the bottom of the cliff and feel the sword energy that gives rise to resentment. It's hard to say about other realms, but it is naturally good for Ning Shen realm. As for whether Fuyao can have a chance to find a sword that is destined to him, this is not even clear to me."
The old Confucian tut praised: "You are a big man. The only newcomer to Jianshan in these years, your nephew, who said that he threw it away, then threw it away."
Xichu Nansi was unmoved, and calmly said: "I always told Fuyao to practice swords in a hurry, but in fact Jianshan can't protect him for long. Before a catastrophe, I would rather let him go to the Sword Qi state. Traveling away from the mountain can be considered as a preserved seed. Whether Chen Sheng or Master, I don’t even want to watch Fuyao die on this mountain."
The old Confucian said with a solemn expression, and said helplessly: "Liang Yi should not be able to kill the precepts when he is out of his body. He is just exploring the bottom of Jianshan Mountain. Before the news of Chao Qingqiu's death was heard. No one dared to exterminate the last place of this swordsman heritage, even if this mountain is dead in name."
Xichunan's expression was indifferent, and he was not at all annoyed when he heard the old Confucian say the words "survival and death". He just stood up and said with emotion: "My swordsman is in the same line. No more, only two sword immortals are needed. Fighting against the three religions, but neither of these two sword immortals can find it, it's really sad."
Xichunan looked complicated and looked at the foot of the mountain, "After that watcher went up the mountain, I must be the first sword from Xichunan."
The sound is not loud, but it is loud.

As soon as Li Fuyao stretched out his hand to hold the rusty long sword, there was a thunder in his entire mind with a thunder.
Immediately before his eyes, a scene appeared. On the sword mountain, countless swordsmen were waiting in a serious formation, each holding a sword, with a solemn expression, and in the distance, all the black and heavy monks were all countless monks from the demon earth.
In front of the Sword Immortal Palace, there were as many as four sword immortals standing in front of the temple. The man in white robe and the woman in red were Xie Shen, the ancestor of Lu Changyan and Shishu Xie Lu whom Li Fuyao had seen.
The other man in the gray robe looked exactly the same as the sword he had met before in front of the bamboo house. It should be Liu Xiang who was known as the unparalleled sword energy in the world.
As for the last one, he was a tall old man with white beard and hair.
The four sword immortals all had a sword hanging from their waists, and they looked at the black and crushed piece in the distance with a calm expression.
After a moment of silence, the female sword fairy Xie Shen frowned and said, "Deceiving my swordsman, I will go to the demon land to kill a few great monsters."
Lu Changyan held down the hilt of the sword and said with a smile: "I will go with Xie Chen, this Jianshan will ask Brother Liu and Master Yan."
Liu Xiang was expressionless, "I have already divided myself into two, and I am still invincible under the sea, but in the sea, I can't afford to be killed. Today, this body died on Jianshan. The death is just right. You two don't have to Worry."
Lu Changyan arched his hands and left with Xie Shen Yujian.
And the remaining two, Master Yan and Jianxian Liuxiang standing side by side, looking at the dense monks of the demon land, Master Yan suddenly laughed and said: "Liuxiang, you have almost never failed in your life. You died today in Jianshan. Don’t you feel wronged?"
Liu Xiang's expression was calm, "If he had known today, Liu Xiang would definitely not study the half-divided opportunity. If one person can cut a few more monsters with one sword, he will cut a few more monsters, so as not to have today's situation."
Master Yan sighed: "You are extremely talented. Swordsmanship is close to the peak. If you have reached such a point, if you don't go to Fei Xian, where are you?"
Liu Xiang held his saber at his waist in twos and twos, and said calmly: "Death is nothing but a major event, but today's battle is definitely not Liu Xiang's last battle. Liu Xiang doesn't want the other one, I found the last one. On the contrary, I hope that he will take a few steps and step into the realm of Sword Fairy before heading to the demon land."
Master Yan laughed, noncommittal.
Liu Xiang went down the mountain alone without saying a word. Even if he died, Liu Xiang must be the first to make a sword.
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Fighting on the Sword Mountain, the sound of fighting broke out. Liu Xiang fought with a huge monster with a height of more than a thousand meters. He cut off the monster with one hand, and was finally beaten by the monster with a fist. The vitality was cut off. It was rolled into the bottom of the cliff.
Countless swordsmen on the cliffs all died.
The battle was extremely bloody, and this was just a place in Jianshan. I don't know how many other swordsman sword sects of the sword school suffered such a disaster.
On the side of Wenjianping, a man in a white robe looked indifferent, holding a long sword and silently cutting off the heads of one monster after another. He was different from the other swordsmen in two groups. This white robe man It is always one person.
After beheading a dozen demon cultivators, he was finally spotted by a great demon cultivator who climbed the stairs. The man in the white robe cut off the head of the demon cultivator who climbed the stairs with a single sword.
And the sword in his hand also cheered.
It's just that the man in the white robe has a pale face, and it seems that he won't last long.
In the end, the two demon cultivators who climbed the stairs joined hands to kill each other and were punched into the body with a big hole.
The sword screamed, unwilling.
The white-robed man also laughed miserably. After practicing swords for more than a hundred years, he is already a supreme swordsman in the stair-climbing realm. If he polishes his kendo for a hundred years, how can he not stand on top of kendo and become another sword fairy?
Pity.
In the end, the white-robed man threw the sword in his hand from the bottom of the cliff, and used his life as a sword. The last sword penetrated the heart of the demon cultivator who climbed the stairs.
The two types of monks, demon cultivators and swordsmen, are the least fond of using magic weapons. The former relies on the unparalleled physique in the world, and the latter has the world's first-class killing sword aura.
Therefore, in the battle between the two parties, there is absolutely no magic weapon flying all over the sky. It is just a fight between life and death, which is even more tragic.
Li Fuyao came back to his senses, tears streaming down his face, he took the sword and pulled it out.
It was originally a rusty long sword, but now the rust on the sword has begun to gradually fall off, revealing its original appearance.
This long sword has two characters carved on its body.
Qingsi.