Chapter 531 Liu Songtao continued to block the way, and Jia Jiajia was attacking him unremittingly
Outside the gorge is a peak battle for martial artists in the world. On the banks of the Guangling River more than ten miles upstream of the battlefield, the hut was missing the Taoist priest who still owed the villagers eight peach wood swords, and only a confused monk was left. When Wang Xiaoping put his hands on his knees and quietly watched the water pass away, the crazy monk took off the broken robe that he had been with Lantu Mountain and changed into a clean dress he had just asked Wang Xiaoping to go to the market two days ago. The middle-aged Taoist, who had always been serious, made an exception and said that he would just take the wages for collecting corpses, and he didn’t have to pay it back.
The monk touched his bald head, then reached out and picked a reed from the reeds on the riverside, and fell into the river. He stepped into the river and stepped on it gently on the reeds.
A reed goes down the river.
Several ships went upstream, and after one wave after another, they had only seen the exciting battle between the two gods and the scene. They happened to see the scene at the moment. They were all a little shocked to the point of being numb. They were wondering what great fortune they had today. It was like a group of immortals. But they all came out like this. Is it worthless to be so valuable?
The reeds came out of the gorge and floated to the middle of the river. The useless monk who was no longer wearing a cassock looked around and looked at Wang Xiaoping first, then glanced at the old Taoist, with a calm expression. He took a step forward and his body quickly sank into the bottom of the river.
The river at the bottom of the Guangling River is turbid and the light is dim. It is no different to search for people and things, but he still landed accurately a few feet in front of the purple-clothed body. The six consciousnesses and seven orifices of a woman in Huishan are all closed. Her delicate body is curled up, like a baby in her womb, and the heaven and earth are her parents.
Liu Songtao stared at the woman in a daze.
The reason why the old Taoist who was determined to practice alone on the shore left Longhu Mountain was that he wanted to see her on her deathbed and push her forward. The reason why she practiced Taoism in Longhu Mountain was also an indescribable secret that few people knew about it.
A hundred years ago, the three of them traveled together in the world. He was not a monk from Mount Lanta, but the ninth generation leader of Zhulu Mountain. He was an evil heretic who was the least like the leader of Zhulu Mountain among the demon sects of all generations. And that Taoist is not the current resident of Longhu Mountain. He is the fourth prince who is recognized by the Liyang royal family, who is not as good as the prince. He is outstanding in his four qualities, knowledge, martial arts, and talent. As for the cute and silly woman who was in the end, she had no charming appearance or a powerful family background. However, Liu Songtao, who was invisible to walk around the world, just fell in love with her, but she fell in love with the handsome young master named Zhao Huangchao. Liu Songtao didn’t mind this. The three of them were walking together, and there were two of them. Where could she go? During the period, she watched her beloved woman smiled gracefully at other men. Liu Songtao did not feel sad. But when he returned to Zhulu Mountain, during his retreat, he heard the bad news caused by Zhao Huangchao, so he forced out of seclusion and went down the mountain silently. Now, he was helping people collect the body, put on her clothes, and carry her back to the mountain.
Liu Songtao fought for the last time, killing countless famous celebrities in the world who seek fame and fame, and killing countless powerful princes and queens. After killing people, every time she turned around, she always felt that she was standing there and smiling.
Liu Songtao looked at the woman in purple who was her but not her, and she burst into tears.
Liu Songtao stretched out his hand and tried to hold the corner of the big purple clothes that was floating gently with the water at the bottom of the river. He slowly retracted his hand and began to float up, breaking through the water surface, and skimming the water on the river, laughing and singing loudly.
The river surface is like a drum, making a thud.
“The heaven and earth are useless, not to enter my eyes. The sun and the moon are useless, not to be together. Kunlun is useless, I will not come. Compassion is useless, and the Tao is sacred. It is pure and useless, and the sleeves are empty. The river is useless, and it goes east and does not return. The wind and snow are useless, and it cannot be filled and warm. The grass is useless, and every year is withered. Cause and effect are useless, and they are both fixed. The rivers and lakes are useless, and they are forgotten…”
Liu Songtao sang like a Buddhist, and was like a madman sang sadly, rushing to the shore, looking down at the Wudang sword cynic who laughed and went to death, and took away the domineering position of my view that there was no one in the world. His lips moved slightly, his hands clasped together, and chanted scriptures to see the swordsman off.
Liu Songtao opened his eyes, looked around, then looked at the sky, and laughed loudly, “It’s useless to practice Zen, what kind of Buddha is it?”
At the same time, Liu Songtao’s shoulders shook, his pale face flashed, and then he exuded a purple-gold look in Buddhist scriptures that only those who have attained enlightenment can attain Bodhi.
When swaying his shoulders, the leader of Zhulushan seemed to be shaking off a heavy burden he had been carrying for a long time.
The old Taoist Zhao Huangchao narrowed his eyes and his face turned gloomy. He had calculated that Wang Xiaoping’s peach wood sword that had been induced but did not fire seemed to have a heavy burden, and went west to Wudang Mountain in Beiliang with one sword.
You, Liu Songtao, who had been hiding in Lantuo Mountain for a hundred years, also wanted to get involved in this muddy pond
Zhao Huangchao was hesitant, but in the end he still did not immediately stop Liu Songtao from forcibly shaking off.
Before moving forward, Liu Songtao looked back at Zhao Huangchao, who had been entangled with grudges for a hundred years.
The two looked at each other.
Liu Songtao sneered and said, “Even women is not as good as women! This was the case a hundred years ago, and even more so a hundred years later. What is the case if the old thief Zhao is not dead!”
Zhao Huangchao, who once went out of his body and rode a dragon to Kuanglu Mountain, remained silent.
Liu Songtao launched a massacre and was in a state of affairs and was in a state of great power. It was Zhao Huangchao who half-pleaded the real person of the Tianshi Mansion of Longhu Mountain to set up a ritual altar and asked three modern ancestors to kill him, the demon with the Thousand Mile Heavenly Thunder Nail. Although he did not kill Liu Songtao, he also successfully made the leader of the Demon Sect silent for a hundred years.
Liu Songtao no longer paid attention to this ancestor whom the current emperor knew but did not dare to admit, and ran wildly to chase Wang Xianzhi who was walking on the shore.
He walked out of Lantu Mountain and came to the Central Plains. Li Dangxin, Liangzhen Temple, blocked the pass, and Baiyi Luoyang, blocked the pass.Passing by, Zhao Ningshen, the reincarnated master of the first generation of Longhu Mountain, blocked the passage, and countless top heroes in the world stopped him.
This time, he was going to block someone else’s way.
Wang Xianzhi still walked without any hurry or slow. Liu Songtao quickly caught up with the city lord of Wudi City who was more than 40 years younger than him. He seemed to be walking side by side, but Liu Songtao actually swam against the wind without touching the ground.
Wang Xianzhi did not turn his head and said calmly: “Now is not the same as before. In the world a hundred years ago, Liu Songtao could be the well-deserved first person. A hundred years later, not to mention someone’s swordsmanship, Deng Tai’a’s swordsmanship is slightly better than you. You really want to stop me.”
Liu Songtao smiled and said: “The country and the rivers and lakes are in harmony, and new generations of new people and new atmospheres are not a good thing?”