Sword of Coming

It ruins the scenery.

The sudden appearance of the boy in white was really untimely.

The guests here are all quick-thinking people. They took a quick look at the ugly face of the man in green robes and understood in their hearts. Then they turned to look at the young man's eyes with great amusement.

In the northern boundary of Huangting Kingdom, mountains and rivers are indistinguishable. Who wouldn't be proud of the golden signboard of Dashui Mansion? How dare someone destroy Hanshi Jiangshui God's place, and even come to Dashui Mansion's territory with such arrogance? Are you really an old man who has eaten arsenic and is tired of living?

Sitting above the frail scholar, the feminine man who had cultivated himself with the body of a water snake raised his orchid fingers and slowly raised a wine glass. Facing the uninvited guest, the man's eyes were hot and his face was beautiful. He had always been in his heart. Okay, I just couldn't help feeling regretful. The young man in front of me was probably going to die. He had ruined the face of the Water God. He didn't dare to take it back to the mansion without authorization and enjoy it. He could only hope to move the body and make it for tonight's midnight snack. The man's voice was sharp and he said with a smile: "This glass of wine is for me to drink the unique gold and jade liquid of Jiang Dashui Mansion. A monk drinks one glass, which is worth ten days of hard work in the paradise of cave heaven. If a layman drinks it, it will cure diseases and eliminate disasters without any damage." Nan, there’s still half a cup left, do you want to try it?”

The young man in white crossed the threshold and stopped moving forward. He stood back and just looked around, paying no attention to this notorious and ferocious water spirit.

The feminine man laughed angrily, spit out his naturally long tongue, licked the corner of his mouth, and finally chuckled, "If you don't drink the toast, you will be punished with the drink, and you will die!"

With a flick of his wrist, half a cup of golden wine spilled out. The eye-catching wine first suddenly stopped and floated in the air, and then dispersed. Drop by drop, dozens of drops of wine broke through the air together, and hit the white clothes. The boy, with a speed faster than the arrows of the strong bow within a hundred steps, sounded a buzzing and whistling sound, the sound was terrifying.

If he couldn't avoid it, the young man in white would definitely be covered in holes.

The magical ability to control water with one hand alone made some of the younger Qi practitioners present feel sincerely frightened.

Almost everyone feels that the overall situation has been decided.

The white-haired old man was no exception. When he saw the young man for the first time, he was surprised. He just shook his head gently. Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, but where is the dragon pond and tiger den in Dashui Mansion? You came as soon as you came and left as soon as you came. It's a pity that this appearance and grace were wasted.

In the north of Aquarius Island, everyone knows that in the small temple of Huang Tingguo, the Hong Emperor's imperial examination selection first depends on whether the handwriting is beautiful, and then whether the content of the article is good or not. If both are good, then the most important thing is Something is coming soon. Your Majesty will see who among the candidates for the palace examination has the most upright, handsome appearance!

The old man had already seen the study tour team including the boy in white when he was on the street in the county city. The old man had some knowledge of physiognomy. Judging from the young man in white and his demeanor, he should just have a good skin, and he was far inferior to the boy who was standing next to him at that time. The other person, the young man in green shirt with a calm face, is the real jade of Taoism.

The old man no longer looked at the young man who was doomed to have a disastrous ending, and turned to look at a young monk opposite who knew the truth. The old man's eyes were full of gloom.

The latter was keenly aware of the gaze of his elders and flinched slightly. However, he soon remembered that he had found a real supporter and things were different from the past. He straightened his back and raised a glass of wine with a calm smile. The old man turned a blind eye with a smile.

The old man was well-educated, but when the two young men beside him saw this scene, they became angry on the spot and glared at the traitor who had become so complacent.

The Lingyun Sect monk sitting alone opposite was the culprit of the previous turmoil. At the end of the massacre, he was bumped into by a passing cultivator. Among the inner disciples of the Lingyun Sect, his qualifications were mediocre. He was not good at killing, so he was unable to defeat the rogue cultivators who were proficient in catching and fighting, so he quickly fled into the city. After that, he had some leisure time and stayed leisurely at the Qiulu Inn. He probably also used the inn and Mrs. Liu as his companions. Amulet Intent.

After his whereabouts were traced by the casual cultivator, this casual cultivator who acted justly, even at the risk of being regarded as an enemy by Qiulu Inn, still insisted on breaking in and fighting, and once again met the cultivator of the Lingyun Sect with a bright red head. A fight.

As a result, not only the moon phase screen wall was smashed, but the monks from the Lingyun Sect also deliberately took it to nearby streets and alleys. The latter threw magic weapons and spells around, injuring no less than twenty innocent people. Using the prefecture's magnates as an excuse to put pressure on the government, the casual cultivators were deemed to be provocative and were killed first. As for the secret, everyone was dead and no one made any noise. Even if there were some rumors, they were just groundless rumors.

Those casual cultivators who do not want to be recorded by the government have always been disliked by all countries, and they do not dare to treat them as street rats and beat them up, but they all hope to stay away from them and never come from their own jurisdiction to cause trouble. Once these rootless duckweeds come into conflict with local snakes, as long as they are not the dragons who have reached the sky, the local court officials and Jianghu forces will definitely choose to side with their acquaintances.

To a large extent, the young monk who had betrayed his sect was not grateful when he saw the elder of his sect who he was originally in awe of. The young monk smiled slightly, raised his head and drank half of the glass of wine in one gulp. After wiping the corners of his mouth, He lowered his head and said with a happy smile: "Even if I have practiced hard for a hundred years in the Lingyun Sect, I have no hope of reaching the fifth level. Now that I have been favored by the Water God, I have a bright future, so from the first moment I saw the military advisor, I So I made up my mind to set up my own business. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that is rare! Why do you care about the useless reputation of a master? Can it be used as food?! Even if it can be used as food, so what? I am But you never get a big portion, just the scraps you guys have left."

The young monk burped and laughed to himself. No one saw the helplessness in this man's eyes. He slowly picked up a piece of delicious fish and glanced at the Confucian-shirted military advisor of Dashui Mansion from the corner of his eye. The young monk The man murmured: "If you don't do it for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth. What's more, such a huge opportunity is placed in front of me. How many lives do I, a young monk in the lower fifth realm, have to refuse the reward gift from the water god?"

The white-haired old man opposite is the great elder of the outer sect of Lingyun Sect. Lingyun sect is divided into inner and outer sects. The old man is in charge of the outer sect. In fact, many worldly affairs of the inner sect are handed over to this person. This time he participated in the Hanshi River Water God. During the sacrificial ceremony, the old man led the team down the mountain, mainly to help several direct disciples sharpen their minds, gain a general understanding of the world and customs at the foot of the mountain, and take this opportunity to contact other forces. It would be best if they could form some good relationships.

The two young people attending the banquet with the old man tonight are both young leaders of the Lingyun Sect. Behind one of them is the two-foot-long red snake curled up in a ball, and beside the other is a huge black tiger crawling on the ground.

The two of them sat next to each other, creating a good scene like a dragon and a tiger.

But just when almost everyone thought that the young man would definitely die, the performance of the young man in white was shocking.

He stood there, motionless, letting the wine droplets formed by the splitting of the gold and jade liquid spurt towards him.

But those menacing water droplets hit the clothes of the boy in white, just like a burst of snowflakes hitting a blazing furnace, and dissipated instantly.

The green-robed man nodded and said to himself: "The Water Law is not intrusive. It's interesting. No wonder you dare to cause trouble."

He leaned forward slightly, looked at the scribe, and asked with a smile: "Is there a mystery to the robe on the young man, or is there something else weird?"

The scribe in Confucian shirt below looked away from the young man, turned around and replied: "It probably has nothing to do with the robe. I guess it's because this person has a top-grade Taoist water-proof talisman hidden in his body. It's difficult to break that talisman with ordinary water magic." natural prohibition.”

The green-robed man laughed dumbly, "Could it be that with this talisman close by, this little kid can run amok in my Dashui Mansion?"

The scribe in Confucian shirt smiled and said: "Probably there are other reasons to rely on."

The man in green robe, who had always been tired and bored, sat up slightly and said, "I wish I could."

Then he ordered the water snake monster with a smile, without any blame in his words, and said: "It's embarrassing. You are allowed to fight, but you can't use the pair of iron maces, so as not to see the scene of the head exploding again. You are happy, but you cannot afford to offend the guests if they are disgusted."

The feminine man stood up with a smile and said, "Thank you for the gift."

The young man in white took a few steps back. It turned out that he was going to sit on the threshold to rest. After sitting down, he waved his hand to the water snake monster who had detoured a few cases, "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, don't be anxious yet, wait for me to finish talking."

Hall Wenhao and Biejia looked at each other in confusion.

The man in green robe laughed heartily and raised his glass to drink.

Among the guests, there were two people sitting at the head of the Lingyun sect traitors. They were both around thirty years old, high-spirited and sharp.

After seeing the young man in white's style, they still looked down upon him.

One person carries a long sword on his back even when he is drinking, and the other person carries the sword horizontally on the case, no more than a few feet away from the right hand holding the sword.

These two people are clearly two famous sword cultivators. Although it is not clear whether their respective flying swords have been cultivated in a warm climate, the sword cultivators are recognized as the most lethal among the Qi practitioners and have the most profound cultivation. Even if He is a monk in the middle fifth realm, and he does not dare to underestimate any sword cultivator in the lower fifth realm.

Because every time the sword cultivator reaches a higher level, the power of the flying sword will be superimposed, and the cultivation level will increase far beyond that of ordinary Qi practitioners.

Especially in the lower five realms, the fragile natal flying sword will undergo earth-shaking changes once a sword cultivator successfully reaches the middle five realms.

Every sword cultivator who has entered or is expected to become the middle fifth realm, especially the young sword cultivator, will be a guest of all forces. There is a popular saying on the mountain, "Among the middle five realms, , Jiazi is experienced in Qi, and a hundred-year-old swordsman."

The implication is that a sixty-year-old middle-level fifth-level god is no longer a genius, but a hundred-year-old swordsman is still an amazingly talented qi practitioner!

The two sword cultivators who visited Dashui Mansion together, one of them was a casual cultivator. According to legend, he received the true biography of a wandering master who belonged to the Taoist lineage and was given a magical weapon that can cut iron as well as mud. The seal inscription is "hand blade" ".

One is a retreating disciple of the master of Fulong Temple. The Taoism of Fulong Temple belongs to the Waidan lineage of the Danding sect of Taoism. He collects heavenly materials and earthly treasures, builds furnaces to refine elixirs, and takes medicine and food to promote his practice.

The treasure of Zhenshan is an ancient inkstone called Laojiao Inkstone, which is one of the ten famous inkstones in Aquarius Continent. On the edge of the inkstone, there is a tiny, old and thin dragon, sleeping and snoring lightly.

According to legend, the ancient Shu Kingdom was a land full of dragons, causing trouble and trouble. There are legends about immortals killing evil dragons and evil dragons everywhere.

It is said that this little old dragon sleeping soundly on the ancient inkstone is the remnant of the ancient species that escaped the disaster.

As for the young swordsman with the horizontal sword on the case, as the head disciple of Fulong Temple, he came here this time to represent his sect and secretly discuss with the Hanshi River Water God who is someone in the court, trying to bring Fulong Temple to power. It was upgraded from "Guan" to "Palace".

It is extremely difficult for a Taoist immortal sect to obtain the word "palace" as a suffix for the sect. This is like a monarch of a country conferring the title of true monarch. You have several Taoist priests, and you will definitely not just pick out a Taoist priest. If you are recognized by the king, you will be able to obtain this honorary title. The Taoist sect of Aquarius Continent will send people to review and determine whether the real person is qualified to serve in a country. True Lord.

The boy in white, whose behavior was weird from beginning to end, coughed, sat on the threshold and said loudly: "I came here today to teach you how to be a human being, um, and also teach you how to be a god and a ghost by the way. Alas, I'm a little tired .”

As soon as the young man started to speak, his expression was waning. He felt bored at first, so that he couldn't speak the next three sentences feebly.

"As a human being, you should have an awe-inspiring spirit and be a man who is upright and upright."

"Being a god, since I have fought for that stick of incense, I will benefit the people. Even if the way of God has collapsed, I will prove that the incense will never end and I will not be alone."

"As a ghost, heaven and earth don't want me to be born, but I want to prove immortality in the strong wind and spring thunder."

The boastful words that were originally quite flattering changed completely after they came out of the mouth of the boy in white, and they seemed to be very meaningless.

The young man in white sighed, curled his lips, and said to himself: "Brother Aliang, you think this is okay, but I really can't."

The boy in white sighed again and again, and stood up again, "Forget it, I won't play anymore, I'll just do my own business."

Then he turned to look at a deserted place and said: "How dare you imitate other people's chivalry and righteousness if you are so talented? Do you really think you are A Liang? Now it's okay, your soul is flying, the lights are flickering, if you don't touch I, who am proficient in the art of the soul, don’t even know where you are as a lonely ghost at the moment. The sun will not be visible tomorrow, and it depends on whether there is smoke coming out of your ancestral graves, so why bother?"

After the young man in white lifted his butt from the threshold, he pointed at everyone in front of him, "To be honest, in my eyes, everyone here is an ant."

Silence fell.

The young man asked: "Don't you believe it?"

After a moment, the wine glass in the man's hand suddenly shattered.

In the entire Dashui Mansion, there was only the God of Jiangshui. Behind the young man in white, there seemed to be a statue of a saint several feet tall. The aura of awe filled the world. The statue stood on the altar, overlooking the living beings and ants at his feet.

The green-robed man's lips trembled and he swallowed.

Eleventh realm?

Or the Twelve Realms?