Chapter 66 View of Xiandu

Is it strange that you dare to fight against the 29th Cave Heaven of our religion with the small Lingshan Temple in Jiaozhou? This is what I don't believe, but this is the truth.

Qingyangzi sighed and said, "Yes, the monks of Lingshan Temple are close to each other on the surface. They have always been polite and courteous. I don't care about it. I mistakenly recognize them as good people, but I don't know that they have coveted me for a long time. Last month, I don't know where to gather a group of helpers, but I was told that the master and brother went to participate in Galan. At the conference, the bald donkeys couldn't do their own martial arts skills. They were afraid of their brothers and secretly poisoned them in the banquet. Brother Ziyang was so open and beautiful. How could they imagine that they could hide knives in their smile and poison their brothers with three dirty methods. The senior brothers escaped to Lingshan Temple with decades of cultivation, hey! It's really dangerous."

Mad Dao was secretly surprised and said, "Did they hire Uncle Ziyang alone?"

Qingyangzi's vicissitudes face were more wrinkled and sighed, "Only the senior brother is invited, and the senior brother only brought two little Taoist children who accompanied him. How could he know that this was more dangerous than the Hongmen banquet? The two little disciples were poisoned on the spot, and only the dying brother escaped back."

Rao is Qingyangzi's cultivation is extremely deep, and there are still a little tears in his eyes. The crazy knife only feels that his heart is like a knife, and his anger is surging. He can't wait to immediately enter the Lingshan Temple to fight, so he has to ask, "Uncle, how is my uncle Ziyang now? Can the poison be solved?

Qingyangzi nodded and said, "Xiandu is the place of the former Yellow Emperor's alchemy. There is no magic elixir. It's just that after the master's brother was poisoned, he fought with the good hand opera invited by Lingshan Temple, which greatly damaged his vitality. At this moment, he is still in the sick bed. You will know when you see it."

At present, the two accelerated their pace, crossed the Furong Gorge, and walked three or four miles along the stream. The cliffs on both sides became narrower and narrower. Later, there was a crack like a door, which only one person could pass through. It was the most dangerous place in the fairy capital. The teachers and uncles who were older or even older than Ziyang Qingyang were guarded by the fairy capital. Qingyangzi When I saw it, I had to bow and be rude. Needless to say, even the beard was full of the snow-white old man. It was the Taoist priest of Tianxu, and the mad knife hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed.

Tianxu's old hand waved the dust, and the strong wind had already raised a wild knife. He looked up and down before he recognized it. He laughed and said, "Baby, what's your name? I can't remember it when you are old. I only remember that you were not as tall as my beard when you came, and now you have grown up."

Kuang Dao hurriedly said, "The little apprentice Kuang Dao, Zeng Yang took Tianxu's elixir."

Everyone laughed, and Tianxu sighed, "A few years have passed in a flash. You are promising. You are a rising star among my Taoist descendants. Good come, come well."

Kuang Dao said, "All the ancestors and grandfathers are here, and Lingshan Temple dares to invade, but how to avenge the uncle of Ziyang must be shown by the ancestor Tianxu."

After listening to this, the smile on their faces has disappeared, and their faces were sad. The old man Tianxu said, "We are all old, and our bones are not as good as before. If we are ordinary idle people, we don't have to worry about it. We just can't figure out the details of Lingshan Temple. I don't know how many good hands are going to help the war. We only There is a critical gate guarding day and night.

Kuang Dao said, "It's hard for your ancestors to stay in Furongxia without fear of the wind and cold. The boy said goodbye first and didn't be relieved until he saw the injury of the master."

Tianxu said, "Go ahead. This time, your Uncle Ziyang is very injured. He will always be happy to see you."

Kuang Dao is even more worried when he heard the words. It seems that Ziyang Zhenren is terrible this time. He hurriedly walked through Zizhiwu with Uncle Qingyang, surrounded by cliffs. Although it is a cold winter and twelfth lunar month, it is also green grass in the middle. Inside and outside the fairy capital are completely different, and it is the holy place of the fairy family.

These scenic scenes used to deeply attract the mad knife. Now, although it is an old tour, the mad knife is even more reassuring Uncle Ziyang. He can't help but speed up his pace and climb the steep Buxu Mountain. On the middle of the cliff of Buxu Mountain, surrounded by clouds and fog, it is the fairy capital view of Buxu Mountain and Lingxu Cave in the 29th cave. The building hanging outside, a wooden jack, was dangerous to the extreme, and also happened to reach the extreme.

The mad knife stepped into the fairy capital. Only then did I see Xuansu and Xuanzhen greet them early with a few acquaintances. All the brothers had heard of the name of the mad knife. Today, they looked up and down and praised: "Yesterday, when I received the letter of flying pigeon, I thought that the mad brother had surrendered the demon immortals. The brothers were not very sad. Today, I know what they knew. After spreading false words, the brothers were so happy that they finally saw you.

Mad Dao didn't care about salute with the Taoist priests, but asked, "How is Master Ziyang's old man?" Take me to see you."

Everyone introduced the mad knife and Qingyangzi into the view of Xiandu, and they didn't have time to take a sip of tea. They went directly into the Lingxu Cave. The quiet place of the main cultivation is a secluded cave. The room is built according to the cave. Outside is the cliff of Buxu Mountain, surrounded by clouds and fog. It is really a fairyland on earth.

Xuansu went to tell him, came out and waved, "Master, mad knife brother, please! The watcher has just finished taking the medicine, and he is in good health at this moment.

The mad knife did not care about the gift of the master and apprentice. He took the lead in stepping into the hole and saw Ziyang Zhenren lying on the couch. There was a little boy serving him. Seeing this, the mad knife sighed that Ziyang's uncle was a hero for a lifetime, but now he fell into such a sick body. It was easy to resist the tears in his eyes and said, "Master Ziyang, brother Zi Kuang Dao came to see you!"

Ziyang Zhenren was originally a nine-foot tall thin old man. Now his vitality is greatly damaged and he looks thinner. Nine-foot body can only lie on the sickbed. When he heard the crazy knife coming, he opened his eyes and wanted to sit up.

Qingyangzi and the mad knife hurried forward to help him. Ziyang took the hand of the mad knife, looked carefully, and pulled up the mad knife's hand. The old voice smiled bitterly and said, "Mad knife, you have grown up. The flying pigeon biography I heard yesterday thought that you died young and made me spit out another mouthful of blood. Only then did you know that it was a misinformation. Hey, this It's all God's will. Fortunately, you're still alive. Uncle, I'm infinitely happy.

The mad knife smiled and said, "I'm still alive. What's the matter? How can I be sleepy to death? It's your injury, alas."

Ziyang Zhenren sighed, "Hey, the old man is also old. If he was young, he would have hurt a little vitality. It will be fine if he raised it for a few days. Look, I am also useless now. In the past month, the old man's ability has only recovered by two or 30%. It seems that he will not recover by the time of the Zen sacrifice of Mount Tai."

Kuangdao persuaded: "I know that Uncle Ping Suri is more anxious than me, but there is a saying that when the disease comes like a mountain, the illness is like a silk, especially if it hurts his vitality, it is not urgent at all. Uncle just needs to rest in peace. The deep hatred of Lingshan Temple is left to us. Little nephew fight Do your best to avenge your uncle and the younger brother.

Ziyang Zhenren nod and smiled: "Your temperament is quite old. Seven years ago, when you came to Xiandu, you were still a teenager. At that time, your uncle Qingyang was still looking forward to the future. Four years ago, you came again and was already a heroic young man. Unfortunately, your Uncle Qingyang went out to travel and did not meet your god at that time. Cai, I have long decided that you will become a great weapon in the future, one of the few top masters of my Taoism, Brother Qingyang, are you right?

Qingyangzi also nodded and smiled, "The Kuangdao virtuous nephew's knife method lives up to its reputation. In the morning, under Dinghu Peak, I also took the exam for his martial arts. Unexpectedly, I, as a teacher, can't breathe. It is indeed a rising star of the younger generation of my teaching, and the heavy responsibility of the different daylight teaching has been handed over to the Kuang Daoxian nephew."

The crazy knife said hurriedly, "Master Ziyang, it's Uncle Qingyang who made me a sword with a dead branch. It's not true. If Uncle uses a sword, I will definitely keep cutting it."

Ziyang Zhenren laughed and couldn't help coughing. The boy he served hurriedly held the medicine. Qingyangzi and the crazy knife pounded his back and sent the medicine. Ziyang Zhenren then recovered and sighed: "Oh, it's incompetent to fall into such a field. Today, I'm too happy to see the crazy knife little nephew. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. Crazy knife, tell your uncle about the encounters in the past few years. By the way, what's wrong with the flying pigeon's misinformation? Did the mysterious swordsman of Confucianism fight with you?

said with a crazy knife: "Lay down and listen to the details of the younger generation. The day before yesterday, I rode a horse around Hangzhou County all the way south. On the way, I met several waves of assassins. I thought it was either an unknown village or a Confucian Buddhist school, and was easily dismissed by my little nephew. Later, I rushed to Jinghu Lake to make a decisive battle with a mysterious swordsman."

Qingyangzi said, "Have you met the mysterious swordsman? You are fine now. Naturally, you have won.

Kuang Dao shook his head and sighed, "I saw it, but neither of us won, and we didn't fight at all."

Ziyang Zhenren said strangely, "What's going on?"

The crazy knife said, "I rushed to Jinghu and was encountering the nameless battle of the mysterious swordsman. The mysterious swordsman was besieged in the four arrays with bitter support. His little nephew did not want to take advantage of the danger of others. His painstaking efforts** and blood surged up. Seeing that the mysterious swordsmen couldn't help cherish each other, he came forward to help fighting. The two of us worked together to break through the four arrays. , I counterattacked Liuhe Tongzi's hidden weapon with a knife wind and injured him seriously.

Ziyang Zhenren and Qingyangzi both said, "It turned out that the mysterious swordsman was trapped. You rescued it."

The mad knife smiled bitterly and said, "Exactly! I just don't know if my little nephew did it right. Is it a violation of the rules?

Qingyangzi said, "I heard that the mysterious swordsman is also one of the best masters in Confucianism. He has done many chivalrous and righteous things. Although he is different from our sect, he is also an open and aboveboard hero. It is not a violation of religious rules that you saved him."

Ziyang Zhenren also sighed: "Well, what your Uncle Qingyang said is reasonable, but after all, we have always had fierce disputes with their Confucianism. If I give you another choice, will you save the mysterious swordsman in such a situation?

Without hesitation, the mad knife said firmly, "Yes!"