The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

When Lingfuzi arrived, he saw only a small black dot flying away in the distant sky.

Ling Fuzi frowned, and asked in puzzlement, "What flew away from my Xiaoyao Mountain?"

There is such a big battle!

The mountain rain has stopped.

The sky is clear and the sky is bright.

The storm came fast and went even faster.

It was as if all of a sudden everything stood still.

The silence in this mountain is inexplicably unsettling.

As a person who has practiced Taoism for thousands of years, Ling Fuzi keenly sensed the aura of déjà vu in this uneasiness.

When the disciples in the corridor saw him coming, they all stood up straight with a snap.

Even the laziest big disciple rarely greeted him first. "Master, I mentioned it to you last night. We sent Xiao Shisan to the temple to go to school!"

Ling Fuzi choked, twisted his neck belatedly, and looked at the little black dot that flew away.

When he looked back again, Ling Fuzi's face was as dark as that of the legendary nameless sword.

"Who did it?!" Ling Fuzi's voice was icy cold.

The disciples flinched, and subconsciously hid behind the elder brother.

Eldest brother couldn't avoid it, he coughed twice, his fleshy cheeks were shining brightly. "Master, I kicked him away. What's wrong?"

The elder brother who has always been unscrupulous is actually a little cowardly today? !

The disciples shrank even more.Like a flock of quail in a storm.

Ling Fuzi raised two jade-like fingers, and pulled out the Butcher Sword from the dust whisk.The sword out of its sheath glowed coldly.Different from all common swords, Lingfuzi's Tuchen sword is dark red in color, and there is a very cold coolness in the greasy red color.It was a very thin sword, the blade was only two fingers wide.

As the No. 1 sect of cultivating immortals in the Destroying Heaven Realm, this Duchen sword is the weapon of Lingfuzi's fame.

With Tu Chen's sword out, even the always arrogant elder brother couldn't help but take three steps back.

"Master..." The elder brother struggled to support Ling Fuzi's Tuchen sword, and behind him were eight good juniors who desperately pressed their sixteen hands against his back, and he had to speak out to survive. "You old man..."

Lingda has always called Ling Fuzi an old man, openly and secretly, and he has never seen Ling Fuzi argue with him on weekdays, but as soon as these words were uttered at this moment, Tu Chen's sword was pointed at the tip of his nose.

"You can't tolerate him like this?" Ling Fuzi gritted his teeth and sneered. "Thirteen was picked up by me, and I have also taught him in the past ten years. Why can't you tolerate him?"

"No," Lingda was a little confused. "Master, didn't you agree to send Shisan to the temple yesterday?"

Ling Fuzi felt sullen, but he didn't say anything.

The head order left by the former Jiange head is still hanging high in a hidden cave in the back mountain, and a figure of a person is drawn on the mountain wall.That person, and the secret order of the former head, are the biggest secrets of Xiaoyao Mountain. ——Ling Fuzi held onto this secret, had trouble sleeping and eating for 800 years, and finally slept soundly for ten years, but now he was messed up by this group of incompetent disciples!

A puff of blue smoke rose from the top of Lingfu's angry head. "Go down the mountain! Roll down the mountain for me!"

Jiange is the master of Taoism, and Ling Fuzi himself has been recognized as the number one genius in Taoism for thousands of years. He has always pretended to be a fairy, and this is the first time he lost his composure in front of his disciples and called himself "Lao Tzu".

All the disciples felt that this matter was probably not good.

Ling Er poked out half of his face from behind the elder brother, and repeated it sternly. "Master, you told us all to go down the mountain?"

The Tu Chen sword in Ling Fuzi's hand was not taken back!He took his sword and passed in front of these disciples one by one, and said coldly: "All roll down the mountain! From now on, wherever Xiao Shisan is, you all have to follow!"

After a pause, he added another sentence. "Follow every step!"

"No..." Ling Wu couldn't bear it anymore, and interjected: "Master, Shisan is a troublemaker! Wouldn't it be best for him to go to the temple? It was clear yesterday that Master also agreed!"

Ling Fuzi gets angry when he mentions this. "The teacher said to send Shisan to the temple, but are you sending it? Ah? Did you give him food and clothing? Did you give him a magic weapon to protect him? In case Xiao Shisan is bullied outside, Or if someone robs him, what should he do if he is alone in trouble outside?!"

... Yes, someone robbed him?

The disciples swallowed the melon with difficulty.

From Ling Da to Ling Twelve, his complexion seemed to be dyed with colorful black.

What's the matter, listening to Master's tone, this little thirteen is quite a treasure?

I didn't notice it on weekdays!

Lingda concluded his statement with great pain. "Master, you are too good at pretending on weekdays!"

"Master misunderstood me!" Ling Er immediately followed, deeply hurt.

The remaining seven people: a look of "painful.jpg"

Ling Fuzi let go of his sword, and turned into thousands of dark red afterimages in the air, whittled down all the disciples into... ragged beggars.

The cold light of Tu Chen's sword made all the disciples unable to open their eyes.

After the master's anger was finally burned away, all the disciples looked at me and I looked at you. After a while, ghosts and wolves erupted all over the mountains and plains.

In front of the door of Su Shisan's abode, patches of green silk hair fluttered in the wind.

The nine disciples of Jiange were all bald by the master.

The snow-white robes of the disciples turned into patchwork clothes, hanging on the body one by one, and with a slight movement, Qi Qi burst into happiness.

Ling Da rarely opened his eyes, and the back of his hand resting on the sword hilt trembled slightly. "Master..."

Too much?

unacceptable!

Ling Da was roaring inwardly.But his face was still paralyzed, and his little finger kept curling up nervously, as if he would draw his sword and run away in the next moment, flying away from this hellish Xiaoyao Mountain.

As a senior brother, Lingda has been in the mountain for 22 years. How has he ever been punished by his master in public? !

For the first time in his life, Ling Da had the rebellious idea of ​​establishing his own sect after leaving the mountain.

But Ling Fuzi's next sentence disillusioned all the disciples present. "Thirteen is a treasure, the only variable under the secret. You must protect and hold him, otherwise the winter will come and thousands of households will bleed!"

Avenue 49, Tianyan [-].How did the ray of life that slipped out under the cover of the heavenly secret escape into their Xiaoyao Mountain?Still become fine?

If it wasn't Master who lied to them, it was because they collectively hallucinated.

The nine disciples stared blankly at Master Master.

Ling Fuzi was too lazy to talk much, and with a wave of his wide sleeves, layers of clouds rolled up under the sleeves, and nine naked figures rolled into the depths of the white clouds in an instant.

The voices of a group of disciples' conversations could still be faintly heard in the sky.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah, you stepped on my jiojio!"

The five voices of the spirit began to play gorgeous high notes again, and sang vividly with the charm of a brothel boy.

"...No, my lord is a clear lesson! This disciple can only refine weapons, but not protect people!"

It sounds like you're always inexplicably excited.

This is Spirit Twelve.

"In the summer of the 22nd year of Tianyuan, Master wept, and we unfortunately broke through. Master vented his anger, cut off our hair, tore our clothes, and all the disciples went down the mountain one by one to protect Junior Brother Thirteen."

Shaking his head and reciting.

It was Ling Shishi who was writing Miscellaneous Notes on Xiaoyao Mountain.

Ling Fuzi chased away a group of disciples, all alone, standing on the porch, gazing at the bright red glow of Xiaoyao Mountain after the heavy rain.After a while, he turned around and opened the pearl curtain of Su Shisan Abode, and sneered. "I know you're still here!"

Black Snake lazily said: "Can't you pretend I'm not here?"

"I've been in Mietian Realm for so many years, I can't learn the human language well!" Ling Fuzi laughed at him.Immediately, he lifted the corner of his robe, Dama Jindao sat in the nanmu Taishi chair, with the horizontal sword in front of his chest, and said in a low voice: "Since you recognized him, and you came to find him again, you should know that today is no different than it was a thousand years ago. I can't tolerate your presumptuousness in Xiaoyao Mountain!"

Black Snake sighed, and lazily raised his head from the soft pillow.With a bang, a large cloud of light blue smoke rose from the room.After the smoke cleared, there was no black snake, only a man in red was lying sideways on Su Shisan's Ba Bu bed with his hands on his back.

The man in red was tall and slender, wearing a white jade butterfly mask on his face, and his sharp lips were slightly parted. "Lingfu, you and I have known each other for thousands of years, think carefully, why did I ever think of harming him?"

"But you harmed him back then!" Ling Fuzi sneered. "Thousands of years ago, when you snatched a marriage, it caused the Tianzhu to collapse. 99 thunderstorms fell, and the river flowed backwards, forcing his soul to disperse, and he became a lonely soul in another world. Now he finally returned, entered my Xiaoyao Mountain, and became a My disciple. Why are you pestering me again?"

The man in red narrowed his eyes slightly, his golden vertical pupils were unclear behind the mask. "Lingfu..."

"You don't need to explain to me, and I don't even bother to listen to your explanation." Ling Fuzi interrupted him, his voice was as cold as the frost blade of the new moon. "Pindao sent Thirteen to the temple, followed by twelve disciples, you... leave now!"

"Where are you going?" The man in red smiled lazily. "Where Thirteen is, I will naturally be there. Lingfu, don't you always know? There are only things in this world that I don't like, and there is nothing that I can't get."

"You!" Ling Fuzi suddenly stood up, and Tu Chen pointed his sword at the man in red. "Dalang Qingliu!"

Aoyagi Tairo rolled his eyelids.

"Even the king of Longxu would not dare to talk to the people in Mietian Realm in such a contemptuous tone!" Ling Fuzi raised his white robe rustlingly, and the brocade gauze made waves, and he was furious.

"So, I'm not the daddy of my clan." Qingliu Dalang finally laughed, his voice was still as warm as jade, and he pinched Tu Chen who was coming towards him with his two fingers. "Su Shisan, I am determined to win!"

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