surnamed Wang

Hearing Pu Wen suddenly mention Hong Mao, Wang Bingquan quickly asked:
"Have you met?"

"I often see him as a guard in Baiyujing." After Pu Wen finished speaking, he also realized something, "You don't even know this, do you?"

"Nonsense, stop drinking and take me to him."

In a house outside Baiyujing, Wang Gingquan met his disciple Hong Mao who had been missing for a long time, and Tang Xin, the young head of the Tang sect who disappeared together.

The two teenagers have grown into youths now, and they have worshiped Zhao Shuquan, the second sword cultivator in the Three Immortals Realm, as their teacher.

More than 200 years ago, Zhao Shuquan went out to perform a mission, and accidentally found a young man with excellent swordsmanship in Jiuyuan, and taught him a style of Baiyujing swordsmanship.

A few years later, the young man was inadvertently fascinated by using swordsmanship against the enemy, and came to Baiyujing in a trance. Zhao Shuquan didn't want to waste a good seedling, so he ordered his senior disciple to go and bring it back.

As a result, when the eldest disciple arrived, he found that there were two children of similar age staying together. He couldn't tell which one it was for a while. Coupled with the restrictions of Jiuyuan Tiandi's rules, he didn't dare to delay too much, so he had to bring them both back.

Zhao Shuquan guarded Baiyujing for thousands of years, and two disciples inherited the teacher's career and became guards. In 200 years, one cultivated to Yuanying, and the other reached the peak of Jindan.

The few people hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they couldn't finish talking. They spent the whole night drinking and chatting happily, telling their experiences over the years, including what Wang Quanquan had seen and heard outside the territory.

When it comes to Liu Meijiao and Yang Dingchun, Pu Wen naturally flatters him. He has always been convinced by his senior brother in terms of women's popularity.

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At noon the next day, Wang Bingquan woke up leisurely. After a hangover, even the body of a fairy would inevitably feel uncomfortable. He rubbed his temples and walked to the table to drink tea, looked around, and found that he had slept in Pu Wen's room for a while At night, that guy didn't know where he went.

Opening the door, a gust of fresh spiritual energy blows in front of me. Just as I was thinking about whether to go back to meditate and adjust my breath, there was a rumbling drum sound from the southeast.

Wang Gingquan frowned slightly, thinking that maybe he fell asleep and started the competition today.

He flew all the way in the direction of the sound of the drum, and soon arrived at the large island on the east side. At this moment, many monks gathered on the island, and a strong man was beating the stone drum with his bare arms.

Every time the stone drum rang, the ground under his feet trembled, until the 81-[-]-[-] sound was enough, the strong man stopped, knelt down to the northwest and said:
"Congratulations to the Immortal Emperor."

The rest of the monks also knelt down on the ground, shouting the same words.

Wang Gangquan found Pu Wen in the crowd, and as soon as he stepped forward, he was dragged down to his knees by the other party. As a former emperor, he was worthless in the fairy world, and he was not too arrogant, so he followed him honestly.

Immortal Emperor Taibai was still the same as when he went to Jiuyuan, dressed in a white robe, with a majestic expression, Aconite and Lan Dai stood on both sides, but the woman with a very nice voice did not appear.

As the master of the Three Realms, the old man didn't say much, just nodded to everyone, and then flew not far away.There was a pitch-black iron chair floating there, with hundreds of iron swords of different lengths inserted into the back of the chair, and the overall appearance was full of swords.

Wang Gingquan looked at the throne, which was not as luxurious as the dragon chair but far superior in style, and thought to himself that he would also get one when he turned around. Pu Wen, who was next to him, seemed to see what he was thinking, and said in a low voice:

"The sharp blades on the back of the chair are each personal sabers of a certain sword cultivator. After defeating them, the Immortal Emperor took away their swords as a memorial."

"Then he is wicked enough, isn't he afraid of bad people's morality?"

"I don't know you well, so don't implicate me if you want to die."

As Pu Wen said, his footsteps moved to the side, Wang Bingquan looked indifferent, if the dignified immortal emperor cared about this matter, then more than 1000 years of living would really be in vain.

Aconite not far away took a step forward, still looking cold and world-weary, and said in a deep voice:

"The millennium competition is about to begin. In this battle, Jutujie vs. Yashizong, both sides are ready to take the stage."

After saying that, the Immortal Emperor sitting on the throne pointed in the air, and a floating island in the distance came towards him.When they got closer, two monks flew out of the crowd and jumped onto the floating island. One of them had wings on his back, obviously from Jutujie.

When it comes to dealing with Brother Jutu, Wang Bingquan and Pu Wen have very consistent attitudes. Even if the opponent is a monk from outside the territory, they will not support the birdman.

The entourage sent by Yashizong was Zhan Xuanyun's entourage, named Zhanfengfang. Originally, he was not surnamed Zhan, but because of his outstanding talent, he was given the surname Zhan as an exception. It makes many people envious.

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The two flew to the top of the floating island, their figures gradually shrank, and when they landed, they had become three-inch villains.

This kind of supernatural power has been seen in the Lingyun sect, and it can only be used above the Mahayana stage. This shows that the weak are like ants in front of the strong, and the opponent can crush them to death with their hands.

The two people on the floating island are both at the stage of transformation, but at this moment they look like two rats fighting in the eyes of outsiders, and their usual shocking spells have become New Year's firecrackers, which are very lively.

Watching villains fight is really boring. Wang Gingquan looked around, but he didn't see Hong Mao in the crowd. Presumably it was his duty to guard Bai Yujing all the time. After all, there was an aconite born thousands of years ago, and rushing up to the fifth floor alone was like passing through no one. realm.

The apprentice didn't see it, but he saw his master—the sword cultivator who was second only to Emperor Taibai in the Three Immortals Realm, and Zhao Shuquan who created Bai Yujing's swordsmanship.

As the name suggests, Zhao Shuquan looks like a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a normal appearance and a short beard. He has a simple dark green long sword at his waist. "holding the sword" means.

The one next to the middle-aged man was very familiar to Wang Gingquan, the head of the Lingyun Sect, with the honorary title of "Lingtaizi", that is, his master.

According to Pu Wen, the master seemed to have served in Sanxian Island when he was young, and his status was equal to that of Taibai, who had not yet proclaimed himself emperor at that time. Later, there was a lot of trouble in the Lingyun sect, and the elders were affected and imprisoned To Shura Realm.

As one of the two major sects of the Three Immortal Realms, the Lingyun Sect has always maintained a delicate balance with the Yaci Sect and the Jutu Realm. When there is a sudden change, when there is no leader among the dragons, one person is needed to stabilize the situation, and this person must be trusted by the Immortal Court , otherwise it is hard to guarantee that there will be no more incidents.

In the end, the fairy official Li Changsheng took the initiative to invite Ying. In order to prevent people from being recognized as the "running dog" of the fairy court and arouse resistance from the older generation of monks in the sect, he turned into a middle-aged man and changed his name to Lingtaizi to join the Lingyun Sect. It was only when he reached the head that the situation was stabilized.

This matter was considered a secret back then, and only a few people knew about it, but now times have changed, and under the deliberate guidance of Xianting, few rising monks of the Lingyun Sect are rebellious. Most of them practice honestly and step by step, looking forward to a breakthrough God went to Sanxian Island to serve.

What the female disciple of the Immortal Emperor said yesterday was not a compliment. If Li Changsheng hadn't cut his own future and went to the Lingyun Sect to take over the formation, Sanxian Island would not be as stable as it is today, and it is estimated that even the imposing seat under the Immortal Emperor's butt would not be secure.

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Li Changsheng chatted with Zhao Shuquan for a while, the middle-aged man seemed to be thinking, and finally nodded and looked at Wang Bingquan with warm eyes.

The latter didn't understand why, and smiled at the other party.

The competition on the arena soon came to a conclusion. In the end, the monk Jutujie won. He tore off an arm of his opponent. At least his life was saved. He jumped off the arena with a pale face and returned to his own camp.

"Young master, subordinates are useless."

Zhanfengfang covered the bleeding wound and said to Zhan Xuanyun. The latter patted him on the shoulder, handed him a red pill, and said calmly:
"Heal with peace of mind, don't think too much."

The young man took the elixir and said guiltily:
"In this way, the burden is all on you alone."

"It's okay, are you still afraid that I can't beat that guy?"

Zhan Xuanyun pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, and turned his head to look at Wang Gangquan, but no matter how you looked at it, the smile was somewhat cold.

Wang Gangquan had let out all the cruel words before, and now he can't lose his reputation, regardless of whether the other party can understand or not, he directly returned the middle finger.

Pu Wenyou next to him remembered that this meant contempt, grinned and said:

"Senior brother is mighty, show him some color tomorrow."

"There is a hidden compartment on the east wall of my Lingyun Sect cave, and there is a storage bag hidden in it, which contains a lot of treasures that I have searched over the years.

That silver long spear has a weapon spirit, it is a rare magical weapon, I gave it to you, and the rest will be distributed to a few of my disciples, and Hong Mao will give him a few more. I haven't fulfilled my responsibility as a master these years. "

While Wang Gangquan looked at Zhan Xuanyun, he gave instructions in a low voice as if he was going to tell the funeral, as if he would definitely die tomorrow, while Pu Wen next to him opened his mouth slightly in astonishment, and remained silent for a long time.

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At night, Wang Gingquan was meditating in the house when there was a light knock on the door, and Hong Mao's voice came:

"Master, Master Zhao invites you to Bai Yujing."

Ever since meeting Wang Gangquan, in order to distinguish the two masters, Hong Mao deliberately added a surname before their titles. Although they were a little distant, there was always an embarrassing situation where the two couldn't tell each other apart.

Hearing that Zhao Shuquan was looking for him, Wang Gingquan was not surprised. When Master Li Changsheng whispered to him in the afternoon, he guessed that it might be related to him.

Standing up and opening the door, Hong Mao, who is already a young man, is standing outside the door with a smile on his face, the flamboyant long sword inlaid with pearls and jade that he gave him back then is still hanging on his waist, but the blade has been rebuilt once. , mixed with meteorite and the "black eyebrows" left by Mr. Ye.

The two masters and apprentices came all the way to Baiyujing, and it was the first time for Wang Bingquan to observe the No. [-] immortal pagoda in the Three Immortal Realms up close.

The white jade pagoda has a door but cannot enter, and there are far more restrictions imposed on it than the tower body. Hong Mao took out a gold seal and pressed it. The shape of the gold seal is very similar to that of Wang Quanquan. Layers were opened, finally revealing a gap.

The tower door was slowly opened, and the middle-aged man I met in the square in the afternoon was looking up at a jade pillar.

Wang Bingquan was stunned when he saw this scene. He didn't pay attention outside before, but now he realized that the other party was actually the vague figure that appeared beside the jade pillar when he comprehended Bai Yujing's sword technique.

The middle-aged man turned his head when he heard the sound, with a gentle expression on his face. Anyone who saw him at first sight would regard him as a private school teacher, but Wang Gangquan didn't dare to underestimate him so much, he cupped his hands and said:
"Junior Zhao Zhiyi has met Senior Zhao."

The man waved his hand and smiled:
"Your Majesty, there is no need to be polite."

Wang Gangquan raised his head slightly in astonishment, he didn't ask how the other party knew, but he was surprised that the other party's way of speaking seemed to be different from ordinary monks, and there was always a sense of intimacy on his body.

Zhao Shuquan saw the other party's doubts, and explained:

"I am the same as Wang Daoyou, both from Jiuyuan."

Wang Gangquan understood what he said, and immediately got closer to the man in front of him, and asked:

"I don't know when Mr. was born, and why did you come here?"

"Zhao was born in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and the year he reached the crown coincided with Li Taibai, the poet fairy, who went to the country to bid farewell to his relatives with a sword. It doesn't matter if you can use it or not."

As the middle-aged man spoke, he suddenly couldn't help showing a smile, and continued:

"Zhao was no exception at that time, but he was not good at using his weapon, and was finally robbed by a group of bandits including his clothes and sword.

When I was down and out, I ran into the deity of the Poetry Fairy in a small tavern. Zhao followed the road with a cheeky face. He didn't improve his poetry and songs, but he learned a good set of swordsmanship.

Later, during the Anshi Rebellion, Shixian and his wife fled south together. Zhao missed his parents at home, so he returned home. The two of us parted ways.

Five years later, Lay Qinglian was nearly sixty years old at that time, implicated in the defeat of King Yong, and was exiled to Yelang. At that time, I happened to go to EZ to visit a friend. Cover up.

That night in the EZ Jiedu envoy Wei Liangzai's mansion, Shixian also wrote a long autobiographical poem that has been handed down to later generations. A certain fascination.

Two years later, when Zhao was teaching in the village, he suddenly heard the news of Taibai's passing away. He was so sad and sick that he saw Taibai coming to show me the fairyland.

There are tall and towering white jade pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings, golden-roofed halls, pines and cypresses, cranes and beasts, and waterfalls roaring... If this is not the residence of immortals, then Zhao really can't figure out where immortals live. "

Wang Gangquan had heard the mystery at this time, and asked with a smile:

"Could it be that the exiled immortal back then is now Immortal Emperor Taibai?"

Zhao Shuquan nodded and said:
"Aconite was framed by someone thousands of years ago, but Immortal Emperor Taibai was powerless as a master. Under the depression, he used magic to make himself a mortal for the rest of his life."

"So, Zhao Jianxian, you are also a disciple of the Immortal Emperor?"

Zhao Shuquan shook his head and said:
"At that time, Immortal Master Taibai, who had not yet become emperor, always felt that the world of cultivation was like a river and lake, and martial arts by one person was too monotonous and boring, so he asked me to add vitality to this river and lake, and at the same time find an opponent for himself."

Hearing the words, Wang Gangquan had a strange expression on his face. These people in high positions are really puzzling. Everyone else is rushing to be the number one, so he finds it boring. Could it be that he really complied with the phrase "the heights are too cold"?
After listening to the story for a long time, Wang Bingquan finally got down to business and said:

"I don't know if the senior invited me here, what advice do you have?"

"I heard from Sect Master Li that you haven't fully comprehended the eight moves of Bai Yujing's swordsmanship. The imitation of Bai Yujing was jointly created by me and Sect Master Li. The speed of comprehension is indeed slower than here. You can stay in the building tonight."

"Thank you senior."

Wang Gangquan hurriedly handed over his hands to thank him, guessing that Master had betrayed his favor so that he could make a small fuss.

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