Sword comes

The first time Chen Pingan picked up the strokes to draw the talisman, under the signal of the golden old dragon, the Jiaolonggou had already moved, and the lion fighting the rabbit also used all its strength, hundreds of thousands of dragons lurking in this gully , rushing to Osmanthus Island together with the sea water that was originally towering in the sky.

Only the direction where the golden old Jiao was entrenched seemed extraordinarily calm.

The old man Zhouzi threw the dragon king basket in his hand at his feet. The life and death of a young dragon has nothing to do with the overall situation. The old man glanced at the young man with a sword behind him, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in the moonlight. , seamlessly, like a small world among the abbots.

The old man sighed in his heart, the little guy is a bit majestic, although it has little to do with the level of realm and the depth of cultivation, but the old Zhouzi thinks that when he was young, he didn't have such a magnanimity.

The old man quickly withdrew his gaze, and said softly: "Madam Gui, Osmanthus Island is at stake. Chen Pingan and this talisman are under my protection for the time being. Madam Gui only needs to take the ferry, and let Ma Zhi and the other stewards rush to the mountain. All the guests are aware of their interests, so don't hide and cultivate, all personal grievances, as well as rewards and compensations, will be discussed after Osmanthus Island survives this calamity."

"The old Jiao's attack this time is very weird, and judging by the way it killed the golden core sword cultivator, it has either broken through the realm and entered the upper five realms, or someone has secretly set up formations in Jiaolonggou, turning this place into something similar The existence of the Academy of Confucianism Academy. Maybe some heretic expert took a fancy to this enclave, which gave Lao Jiao the confidence to challenge the Confucian saints of Posuozhou. But whether it is Yupu Realm, or a Pseudo-holy, once it strikes with all its strength, without me, it will be difficult for you to deal with it alone."

Mrs. Gui was a little hesitant, instead of rushing to Osmanthus Island, she even deliberately slowed down her speech. During this period, she weighed the pros and cons. One thing is better than doing one thing right.

The water on three sides burst like a dike, smashing into the ferry boat at the "bottom of the bowl".

On Osmanthus Island, except for the ancestral osmanthus on the top of the mountain, the remaining more than 1000 osmanthus trees are falling leaves at the same time, and the fallen leaves fly into the air together before they fall to the ground. It is round, covering the sweet-scented osmanthus island, and the osmanthus leaves are burned to ashes in an instant, and the smoke disappears, leaving only a cloud of emerald green aura on the spot, condensed into a large and small ball, and these osmanthus leaf spirit balls, which are as big as wild chestnuts, spread out to the surroundings Strands of dark green silk threads are pulling and connecting with each other.

The sea is turbulent, and the ferry boat is like a flat boat. The aura contained in the laurel leaves is connected with each other, like a big net thrown by the boatman, but this time the "net" is not for fishing, but for sheltering from the rain.

When the sea water hit the big net, the waves were turbulent, but no drop of water penetrated the big net and landed on Osmanthus Island, the ferry only shook slightly, and when the ancestral osmanthus tree showed a mysterious posture of rapid growth of branches and leaves, the ground on the top of the mountain cracked, There are many gullies, exposing the twisted roots of the old osmanthus.The whole Osmanthus Island began to rise slowly, as if it was going to withstand the impact of the sea water, hang in the air against the wind, and forcibly escape from the Jiaolong ditch.

Many water horns with horns on their foreheads charged fiercely, one by one fell on the big net, tearing the big osmanthus leaf formation with sharp claws, or hitting with their heads.

This kind of water Qiu can be regarded as an honorable member of the genus of Jiaolong. It is relatively close to the real dragon who was the first to rule the world. Compared with snakes and carp, it is worlds apart.It's just that there is one more word for water, which is still a bit worse than Qiu, which is called by a single character, and this kind of veritable relative of the emperor. Known as Qingqiu, and Bai Chi who likes to hide in majestic mountains, one in the deep sea and one on land, they often appear in the articles of literati and poets, and they are also frequent visitors to poems about wandering immortals.

Many descendants of flood dragons followed behind, slammed into the big net fiercely, and also displayed their innate water skills, enveloping the sea water one by one, and hitting the big net together.

After seeing this scene, the old man Zhouzi felt very distressed. This is Mrs. Gui's hard-won immortality, allowing the fundamental vitality of her real body to be rapidly depleted, and she is seeking a chance for everyone.

Ma Zhi, who was staying on the island, should have already negotiated with the guests, but he didn't know if he could unite as one and work together to tide over the difficulties.

At the moment when Chen Pingan was trying his best to write the lock talisman, besides giving orders to Jiaolonggou to attack Osmanthus Island in one go, the golden old flood dragon had no intention of making a move. At the edge of the sea, a majestic old man in a golden robe finally walked out of the ripples. His eyebrows were extremely long and hung down to his chest. He walked forward in the air. Mrs. Gui, who controls Osmanthus Island, is as indifferent to the life and death of the young Jiao. He is like a mountaineering tourist slowly walking down the hill, looking down at the two small boats and three people at the foot of the mountain.

The old Jiao looked at the young man's back, kept walking, and smiled: "Little guy, you tampered with the dragon pole and wrote the lock talisman without authorization. I just treat you as young and ignorant, and let you secretly hide the two A flying sword, but if you make an inch of it."

The old man Zhouzi steered the boat under his feet, standing behind Chen Pingan alone in the boat, looked up at the old beast whose temperament had changed drastically, and said with a sneer: "So what if you make an inch of it, do you want to kill me if you want to find a more comfortable death? These bastards swallow it whole, don't chew it slowly"

Lao Jiao glanced sideways at Lao Zhouzi, and said with a smile: "If you break the rules, you will die. As for how you die, it doesn't really matter. Have you forgotten that your soul after death, if you die little by little? I was stripped of cocoons by my subordinates, made dozens of candles and bright lights, and after being lit, they were placed in the deepest part of Jiaolong Valley and endured the cold pain. Especially for an old golden core monk like you, the higher the level of practice, the higher the appearance of the incense stick."

Speaking of this, the old man in the golden robe sighed, stopped his figure, held his back with one hand, twitched the long golden eyebrows hanging on his chest with one hand and two fingers, and said helplessly: "Little guy, this Fan family Zhouzi and I will help you delay After so long, it’s just a cut-and-lock talisman ordered by the Rain Master. It’s a disciple of the Taoist talisman school. It’s getting more and more useless now. It’s because you are not good at learning and drawing talismans. Or this talisman is too powerful. The talisman paper It’s too precious, so it’s okay to make your writing a bit awkward. I haven’t seen and learned about the Zhan Lock Talisman for many years, and I miss it very much, so I can afford to wait for this little time. Take your time, young man, don’t worry. "

Madam Gui sighed.

Lao Zhouzi is in a similar state of mind.

This is the horror of the sage ruling the world.

Just like Confucian sages sit in the academy, true emperors live in Taoist temples, arhats sit in temples, and martial sages rule the battlefield.

The pale Madam Gui said sternly, "You are not afraid that the Confucian sages of Posuozhou will hold you accountable for such a brutal and violent crime."

The old Jiao said with pity in his eyes: "Mrs. Gui, Mrs. Gui, you shouldn't be staying in such a muddy pond like Old Dragon City. You're just cocooning yourself. You've been doing nothing for so many years, and you don't know what's going on outside the window. How can you know that under the general trend, go along with it?" Madam Gui, although I have been coveting your real body for many years, but because of your good background, I can give you one last chance to submit to me and participate in the grand event with Jiaolonggou, how about it?"

Mrs. Gui sneered and said, "I don't know if a Confucian sage is here, would you dare to talk nonsense, let alone a sage, I'm afraid he's just a gentleman, it's enough to make you tremble."

The old man in the golden robe smiled and shook his head, "It's different now, that's why I said that your Madam Gui's vision is too narrow, that's all, different ways don't conspire with each other, after I eat you, I can successfully enter the Jade Realm, when the time comes Even if the Confucian sages of the Chen Clan in Yingyin leave the academy and come here to be held accountable, what can I do?"

The old man grinned with a deep smile, "I know you still don't give up, you thought I was playing tricks on you earlier, but I was lucky enough to let the young man draw the lock-cutting talisman, so as to scare all the dragons except me." , look, I still fulfilled your wish, do you still think I'm bluffing?"

The old man took a step forward, and in an instant he came to the side of Chen Pingan's small boat, tens of feet away.

Chen Pingan seems to be an old monk who doesn't care about worldly affairs, but draws symbols slowly.

Mrs. Gui and the old man Zhouzi moved at the same time. She threw a osmanthus branch and landed on the bow of the boat. Clusters of golden osmanthus flowers are fragrant, and the osmanthus trees are as high as one foot, covering Chen Ping'an in the shade.

The old man quickly made formulas with both hands, recited the mantra silently, stomped heavily on the small boat he had set up, put his palms together, his fingers interlaced, and brilliant light bloomed from between his fingers. , when the old man made the formula, there was a bright red flame lingering all over his body, like a heavenly official god wearing a red robe, with scarlet script script on his forehead, shouting angrily: "The golden crow flutters its wings, and the Vulcan boils water!"

From the small boat under the old man's feet to the old man in golden robe, the sea surface was like a hot pot of boiling water, with mist rising, and then golden crows flew out of it, dragging one after another of billowing flames, and quickly rushed towards the old Jiao.

But the golden-robed old jiao just waved his sleeves casually, and pulled out two blue water dragons from the sea water beside him, and collided with the golden crows. Suddenly, the flames flickered in the belly from time to time, and finally they all died together, their bodies collapsed and returned to the sea, but the old man pinched the formula with his hands, and his moves were swift and violent, which can be described as mighty momentum, compared with the understatement of the golden robed old Jiao, the difference is huge .

The golden-robed old jiao sneered and said: "The ancient gods like Vulcan are too complicated, and because of a catastrophe, the gods who inherit this great line are often not well-known. The righteous god of the water department that the emperor of heaven relies on is really not worth mentioning. You little golden elixir, I'm afraid you don't even know the word "fire god boils water". , Burning up the five lakes to make clouds and mist in the sky, the gods of the fire department of later generations only dare to say boiled water, what kind of water, big rivers are water, small streams are water, boiled water, tea can’t be drunk.”

The old man's tactic was easily defeated by the golden-robed old Jiao, and he was not discouraged. During the latter's rambling words, he changed another tactic, clenched his hands into fists, slammed into each other heavily, and stepped on a unique step with both feet. The image of the Ministry of Heaven officials was gone, they glared at each other with the look of a magician, and around the old man were lightning beads swirling around.

The old man finally separated his fists, and punched three times in succession from the heart to the abdomen with one punch. The spiritual energy of the three Qi Palaces was surging, and the other fist returned to the palm, with the palm facing the sky. punish"

In the cloudless blue sky, a huge vortex of lightning and thunder appeared out of thin air. A white thunder and lightning stood out, turned several times in the air, and struck the top of the golden-robed old flood dragon's head.

The figure of the old man in the golden robe disappeared in place, but the thunder and lightning that split the air did not dissipate. It directly penetrated the sea water, fell into the depths of the Jiaolong ditch, and bounced back. The dragons on the bottom of the sea did not participate in the siege. After being disturbed by this lightning method, they all subconsciously closed their eyes, not daring to face it squarely.

The thunder and lightning swept out of the sea and flew towards one place. The golden robed old Jiao showed his real body. Facing this unreasonable thunder and lightning, the old Jiao seemed to be a little annoyed at last. Standing on the spot, frowning slightly, with two fingers together, each holding a long golden eyebrow, and quickly wiped it, two golden sword glows slipped out from the fingertips, about three feet long, as long as the world's sharp swords, and one sword greeted that Thunder and lightning pierced the vortex above his head with a sword that was connected to a small Lei Ze.

The two long-browed swords of the golden-robed old dragon succeeded, and once again died together with the thunder and the whirlpool, and burst into brilliant splendor on the sea surface and high altitude.

As expected, the old man Zhouzi was a rare alchemist who had personally experienced the scenery of the earth immortal. He used endless methods, stretched out his arm, stretched out his hand, grabbed a dazzling silver Zhangba snake spear, and stabbed The golden-robed old flood dragon, "the evil animal will die"

The golden-robed old dragon twitched the corners of his mouth and disappeared again.

The old man Zhouzi's spear did not weaken at all, but increased its force. There was a black ripple at the tip of the spear, and there was no stagnation at the tip of the snow-white spear. .

Then there was a strange scene, dozens of golden-robed old dragons stood around the old man, and the tops of their heads in front of them were either a foot long or less than a foot long, and there were spears piercing the golden-robed old dragon's head. Between eyebrows.

Almost all the golden-robed old flood dragons laughed in unison: "It's really a blow from an earth immortal who has tried his best, and it's hard for you at the Jindan stage."

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the spear tip.

Lightning splashed everywhere, and the sky and the earth were snow-white.

The only one in the golden robe did not speak. He was standing right behind Chen Ping's boat, and he could just see Chen Pingan sitting in the shade of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. Full of awe-inspiring righteousness, that writing brush is a good item, even the old Jiao would covet it.

Seeing that the talisman paper was blank, only seven or eight out of ten of it had been completed. Although the young man's arms, fingers and tip hadn't trembled yet, his mind was already unstable. From this, it can be seen that writing this talisman was still too far-fetched. Curious, although the rank of the chopping lock talisman is not low, the boy has successfully drawn the talisman on the penny before, which means that there is nothing wrong with the talisman itself, but the cyan talisman paper makes it difficult for the boy to write, just like a child It is not an exaggeration to say that mountaineering with heavy loads is painstaking.

A top-grade chop lock talisman with the Rain Master's edict written on it.

Before he became a saint, the golden-robed old Jiao would still be afraid. After all, this is a natural restraint. In the days when Yushi Hebo Shuijun and his like belonged to the orthodox gods, Jiaolong would pay respect to such gods. It seems that the boss of the yamen exists.

It's just that no matter how "tough" this talisman is, the golden-robed old Jiao doesn't take it seriously, and he even longs to see the Zhansuo Talisman again.

After all, during a certain period of endless humiliation, Lao Jiao was young at the time, but what he saw and heard was extremely unforgettable.

The old Jiao wants to be in the depths of the Jiaolong ditch, and some old fellows of the same age who do not want to follow him have once again witnessed this far-reaching talisman. gas.

The complete Jiaolonggou, as long as it is twisted into a rope, is by no means comparable to one or two Xianjia mansions with the initials of Zong.

Dozens of golden-robed old flood dragons crushed the tip of the spear at the same time.

This is the life of the old Zhouzi, and he fell down on the boat and vomited blood.

Except for the old dragon who stared at Chen Pingan's talisman without saying a word, the other old dragons who were aroused with strong ferocity laughed and stomped down almost at the same time. There was not much movement under their feet, but shelter The Osmanthus Leaf Formation on Osmanthus Island is like a weak city gate being hammered heavily by countless siege vehicles. The vicious animal with a strong physique fights in close quarters

Not to mention that ordinary qi trainers are unwilling, even the sword cultivators with the most lethal power, and the most powerful warrior monks are unwilling.

Many Qi practitioners in the middle five realms who were originally dry-mouthed and unwilling to take out the magic weapon at the bottom of the box suddenly changed their faces, and they no longer dared to hide their secrets. They sacrificed the magic weapon and spiritual weapon one after another. The colorful flowers rushed to the sky one after another to help Mrs. Gui and the ancestral Gui tree resist the stampede of the golden old Jiao.

However, after the Qi practitioners on the island made their moves with all their strength, some of the big monsters in Jiaolonggou who had been sitting on the sidelines before finally used their magical powers of water magic to rain down on Osmanthus Island like a rain of arrows.

Therefore, even if Osmanthus Island has Qi trainers to help out, it is still at a disadvantage.

At this critical time, there was actually a tall and thin old man flying over from the sea outside Jiaolonggou, but he was obviously hesitating whether to go deep into the danger.

It was the Nascent Soul retinue next to Young Master Jiang of Yuguizong.

He finally chose to wait and see.

Mrs. Gui had to go to Osmanthus Island. She really didn't expect that the formation was so fragile that Chen Pingan's Taoist talisman could no longer be taken care of. Once she was separated from her soul, the formation of Osmanthus Island could not withstand the next blow. Even if the talisman is successfully drawn, Osmanthus Island has been breached, and the unscrupulous dragons, if they enter the land of no one, it will only be a miserable situation of defeat like a mountain.

Mrs. Gui swept away, turned her head and said helplessly to the old man, "Take care of Chen Pingan."

The old man smiled wryly and nodded, struggling to stand up.

I can only do my best to obey the destiny.

All the gold-robed old flood dragons in all directions slowly walked towards the two small boats.

Only the golden old jiao, who was always standing in place, stared at Chen Pingan from beginning to end, and told him from the bottom of his heart: "Little guy, if you don't finish drawing this talisman, turn the tide of the battle quickly, all of you will die, Gui Madam is going to die, Lao Zhouzi is going to die, you are going to die too, you are all going to die."

What to do, the rain master ordered.In the end, Chen Pingan only wrote six characters for a chopping lock talisman with eight characters, and he was extremely unruly. If there is no accident, this talisman is considered invalid.

In fact, Chen Pingan finished writing the first four characters. Although it took a long time, it was much longer than before, but on the rain character, no matter how Chen Ping operated his Qi machine, he couldn't even write the horizontal stroke. The material of the talisman paper seems to be unwilling to accept this word at all. The two armies are facing each other. Chen Pingan is fighting alone. Facing a towering city, what can he do?

When the manpower is exhausted, it will not be changed by any ambition and perseverance.

Chen Ping struggled for a long time, but still couldn't write. When Chen Ping's arm trembled for the first time, a big mouthful of heart blood rushed to his throat, and he swallowed it forcibly. Forced by helplessness, Chen Ping skipped the word "Rain" directly. The division pass is another natural barrier, and Chen Pingan bypassed it again. Fortunately, the word "edict" was barely written, and at the end of the crossbow of pure qi, it was finally finished.

After Chen Pingan used up this breath, he was already exhausted, and the arm holding the little snow cone drooped down. The mouth has already hurt Ben Yuan's blood, and there are countless blood beads oozing from the inside out, which are extremely small, flowing out and condensing from the soul, qi, muscles, bones, and flesh little by little.

It was the first time that the golden-robed old Jiao was so angry, and he cursed angrily: "The useless trash has been waiting for you for so long, and you can't even write the word "Rain Master""

Lao Jiao stepped forward step by step, "I will give you another chance to draw another talisman again."

Chen Ping stared blankly at the cyan talisman, but the situation did not get worse.

But it didn't get any better either.

It seems that after parting ways with the Taoist nun of Shen Gaozong on the road, Chen Pingan, who had been lucky all the way after leaving Lizhu Dongtian, his luck began to decline, as if he had returned to the Lizhu Dongtian before his broken fall.

This time, he fell directly to death.

Chen Pingan raised his head and said, "You think that I'm plotting something after writing this lock-cutting talisman?"

The golden-robed old Jiao looked at the young man carefully, nodded with a smile, and said, "Naturally. It's just that it's pointless to talk about it now. It's a waste of my time. Your three souls and seven souls will be made into candle wicks later. , burning for hundreds of years at the bottom of Jiaolonggou."

Chen Pingan glanced at the left arm holding Xiaoxuezhu, took a deep breath, and slowly lifted it. Not only this arm, blood was seeping from the seven orifices and the skin, gurgling, "Before I die, I must finish writing These two words."

The golden-robed old Jiao had gloomy eyes and said with a smile: "Young man has ambition, I will wait and see, and he will not hesitate to protect you personally, so don't let me down again."

Chen Ping grinned.

Raising his right arm, he wiped his eyes indiscriminately, wiped away the blood stains that blurred his vision, roughly saw the location of the talisman paper in the blank space of "Rain Master", then closed his eyes, and said silently in his heart: "What are you doing? What are you doing? very"

For an instant.

Chen Pingan began to write on the talisman paper.

The golden-robed old jiao sneered and said, "Young man, this is not a rain word. Is it because you have been injured too badly that you can't figure it out?"

Another moment.

The golden-robed old Jiao no longer smiled.

On the talisman paper, there is no longer a little aura of the so-called talisman.

Instead, a ray of divine light was rapidly gathering.

Chen Pingan just kept that posture, not because he didn't want to move, but because he really couldn't move.

This chop lock talisman is no longer a real chop lock talisman.

Because it is not "what to do, the rain master orders".

But "what to do, Lu Chen's order".

Lu Shen's Edict

And that golden-robed old flood dragon was also motionless, and he had more energy than energy.

Chen Ping's lips moved slightly, silently feeling the warm spirit on the pen and paper, blissful to his heart, his voice trembling, and said softly: "I saw it said in the book, the sage has a cloud"

Chen Pingan coughed continuously, and finally said the second half of the sentence, "The hidden dragon lies in the abyss."

The eight words in the mouth seem to be no less than the eight words on the talisman paper.

There are sixteen characters in total, falling in the middle of Jiaolong ditch, it is like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and five thunders hit the top.

"promise"

"Follow the law"

A sound resounded from the depths of Jiaolonggou, one after another, continuously.

Heaven and earth are silent.

Dozens of golden-robed old flood dragons merged into one figure. He lowered his head, cupped his hands and cupped his fists, but with a grin on his face, "Before receiving the order, the young man must die."

Above Jiaolonggou, a golden sword light as thick as a mountain peak descended from the sky.

It fell straight to the top of the boy's head.

Some people can save him, but they are unwilling, such as the Nascent Soul old woman next to the bamboo-clothed boy.

Some people want to save, but for the great cause of the Fan family, they can only choose to hold back, such as Mrs. Gui.

Some people have no choice but to change their lives for the young man, such as the old Zhouzi who is close at hand.

More people are just watching the excitement, the overall situation is set, what else is there to be nervous about?

At this moment, Chen Pingan seemed to have understood the world and the world, but his expression was neither sad nor happy.

A pair of seals slipped out of the sleeves, the mountain and water seals, and stopped above the head.

After the golden sword light shattered, there was a pair of mountain and watermarks, only the watermarks remained, and the mountain marks were gone.

on the avenue.

Go straight alone.