Jun Youyun

Chapter 145 Autumn and Summer
"Immortals point the way, what kind of road are you pointing at?" Bai He murmured to himself, then smiled slightly, "Naturally, it's the way to heaven." He stretched out another finger, aimed at Zhao Xiaqiu's forehead and stabbed down.

"Get away!" Xiao Sheng reminded.

But Zhao Xiaqiu ignored the warning. He spread out his swords and forcibly held Bai He's finger, his eyes turned purple in an instant.

"Oh?" Bai He raised his eyebrows, "Interesting."

Xiao Sheng shook his head and sighed, "Are you crazy?"

"I was originally a sword lunatic who came down from Wudang Mountain." Zhao Xiaqiu gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, knocked Bai He's finger back, and spread his swords violently, "The immortal guides the way? Is it up to you?"

Bai He took a step back, and murmured: "What is your internal skill, Xuanjun Seven Chapters Sword Art?"

Zhao Xiaqiu frowned and said, "Have you seen it?"

"The secret record has been destroyed. There are only a few fragments left in Wudang, but all the people who practiced the fragments are either crazy or dead." Bai He looked at Zhao Xiaqiu carefully, "But you really need to practice It's done. It's a pity that if you practice all the secret records, I will definitely not be an opponent, but relying on this Xuanjun sword art alone, I'm still vulnerable."

"You talk a lot." Zhao Xiaqiu lowered his swords.

"Yangyi swordsmanship, three lives." Bai He ducked sideways, "It turns out that the most complicated mental method in the Taoist sect can only be obtained by practicing the simple sword."

"Shut up!" Zhao Xiaqiu raised his swords and cut through Baihe's sleeve.

"You actually got two of the seven great swords of Wudang, but it's a pity that both of them are broken." Bai He jumped back, and then waved his finger at Zhao Xiaqiu.

A ray of sword energy attacked Zhao Xiaqiu, Zhao Xiaqiu swung the sword once, and suddenly shouted angrily: "Xuanjun's sword, help me ascend to the sky!"

The sword's momentum suddenly changed!
The two swords swept up like a gust of wind, and struck at Baihe one by one. The wind of the sword was so strong that everyone in Castlevania had to retreat a foot.

"When was the last time you saw him like this?" Xiao Sheng asked Ye Huo beside him.

Ye Huo thought for a while: "It's time for the city lord to find him to join Castlevania."

"I haven't seen Xia Qiu like this for a long time." Xiao Sheng sighed softly, "It seems that Xia Qiu really regards Mr. Su and the others as his friends. He is willing to become that crazy swordsman for his friends, just like back then, Willing to become a sword lunatic for his master."

Nine years ago, Wudang Mountain.

Autumn leaves are falling.

The old man in the gray priestly robe walked up the mountain step by step. He was very old, his beard and hair were all white, and even the hand holding the wooden sword trembled slightly.

"Uncle Master, why are you here?" Dao Tong who was waiting outside the mountain gate asked in horror.

His name is Shizuzu, but he was imprisoned in the back mountain because of a big mistake when he was young. According to the rules left by the master, he can't walk out of the back mountain in his life.

"I want to come, so I will." The old Taoist said calmly, and then walked past the Taoist boy.

"Li Chengde, you actually walked out of the back mountain!" On the mountain peak, there was a voice that sounded like a bell.

"I said it." The old Taoist raised his head, looked at the hall at the mountain peak, and shouted, "I want to come, so I came here!"

Mountain peak, Sanqing Hall.

The old man in a purple Taoist robe held a sword and stopped there. Unlike the hunched mountaineering old Taoist, this old man had a straight figure, like a Taoist sword.

Wudang swordsman.

"The sword-passing ceremony is going on inside, you can't enter." The roadblock said in a deep voice.

"One of the seven Wudang swords should be given to my disciple." The Taoist climber said angrily.

"You are a sinner of Wudang." The Taoist said slowly.

"But my apprentice is not!" Taoist climber replied.

"He worshiped you as his teacher, inherited your martial arts, and also inherited your sins. He is not worthy of owning the Wudang Seven Swords!" With this wooden sword!"

"If I beat you with this wooden sword." The Taoist climber raised the wooden sword in his hand and pointed it at the roadblock, "I will leave a sword for my apprentice."

"Then you can try." The passerby said disdainfully.

On the mountain road, a young Taoist was running towards the mountain in a panic.

"Master, master, you haven't really used a sword for many years, how can you compete with a Wudang swordsman!"

"Isn't it just the Seven Swords of Wudang? It's not like you can become a sword fairy if you use it. Why do you value it so much, master!"

"The back mountain is not very good, the scenery is nice and quiet, I don't like the front mountain Taoist residence at all!"

"Master! Wait for me!"

In the Hall of Sanqing, the wooden sword has been broken, and the old mountaineering Taoist robe is stained with blood. He looked down at the Wudang swordsman on the ground, and only said three words: "I won." Then he shook his body slightly and looked up. His head fell to the ground.

At this time, the young Taoist rushed into the Hall of Sanqing and helped the old Taoist who fell: "Master!"

The old Taoist tried his best to smile: "Apprentice, I have helped you choose the one of the Seven Swords that suits you best."

"Master!" The young Taoist wiped away his tears, "Stop talking."

"The sword I haven't got in this life, you take it for me, and the rivers and lakes I haven't finished in this life, you go for me." The old Taoist finally closed his eyes after saying the last sentence.

A group of Taoists with swords surrounded them, but they didn't dare to act rashly. They all looked at the Wudang swordsman who had stood up, waiting for his order.

"Wudang traitor Li Chengde violated the order and left the back mountain without permission. He should have been severely punished, but since he is dead, he should not be held accountable. Let him be buried in the back mountain." Wudang swordsman continued after coughing violently for a while. , "His apprentice, Zhao Qiuxia, immediately take Li Chengde's body back to the back mountain!"

The young Taoist raised his head: "My master said, that non-Tao..."

"Shut up! A sinner, how can you wield the Seven Wudang Swords!" Wudang swordsman said angrily.

"But, you promised him." The young Taoist clenched his fists, "That's why he is desperate."

The Wudang swordsman shouted: "That's just his wishful thinking..."

"Master, did you hear that? It's just your wishful thinking." The young Taoist gently put down the master's body, "Then I also have my wishful thinking."

"You want to fight with the same sect?" The Wudang swordsman squinted his eyes. He was seriously injured at this time and had no strength to fight anymore. However, in the hall, there are all young disciples who have the opportunity to inherit the Seven Swords. Little chance.

"I want a sword."

On that day, a raging fire ignited in the Sanqing Hall in Wudang Mountain.

In the midst of the fire, a young Taoist came down the mountain with the body of his master on his back, holding two swords in his hand.

The seven swords of Wudang are non-Tao and return to tears.

Master, if you only need one handle, then I will take two handles for you.

But the Wudang Seven Swords are not worthy of me, let alone you, Master.

The young Taoist waved his hands together, and smashed the two swords together.

Both swords are broken.

"Let's go, Master, go and see the rivers and lakes you haven't finished watching."

(End of this chapter)