Chapter 871 Appointment at Tanxi Lake
As soon as these words were finished, another sharp voice said coldly: "I became so angry when I failed to accept a disciple that I actually beat them up. You Wan Ziliang is not that shameless. It’s so thick!”
The old beggar who originally raised his hand frowned and took his hand back when he heard the two sudden voices.
At this time, the leaves in the forest swayed, and two figures flew out. The first one had a wide robe and big sleeves, a square face and a broad nose, and he looked quite kind. The other person is dressed in rich clothes, has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and has a very mean look.
The two people stood side by side, their feet motionless, and walked against the wind. Suddenly they came to the center of the lake and stopped on a huge rock.
Tanxi Lake occupies a very large area, and there are many stones exposed on the lake. These stones are large and small, the small ones are only three feet square, and the large ones are hundreds of feet wide.
The old beggar known as Wan Ziliang saw this and snorted coldly: "Who am I? It turns out to be the 'Sacred Hands Twins' from Piaomiao Valley. Why do you two want to play together?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he made a secret with one hand, put away the banana fan under his feet, and at the same time, he lifted the young man in blue robe and landed on a boulder.
"Hahaha, Wan Ziliang, you are shameless, and we two brothers are still shameless. Since we have agreed to fight alone this time, how can we fight together as brothers?" The man in a wide robe laughed. road.
"Humph, what nonsense are you talking to this devil from the Demon Sect? He uses himself to save others, so he naturally feels that all the monks in the world are as shameless as him." The mean man in brocade clothes said with disdain.
Wan Ziliang frowned slightly when he heard it, and there was anger in his eyes, but he thought about it and suppressed the anger.
The two people in front of me are a pair of brothers. The one with a square face, broad nose and generous appearance is called Lin Huo, and the one with rich clothes and mean face is called Lin Shui.
They were orphaned in their early years due to the pursuit of secular enemies, but because of their superior fire and water spiritual roots, they were valued by the wandering senior monks of Piaomiao Valley, and were personally brought into the sect to be adopted as their disciples. Disciple, from now on the fish leaps over the dragon gate.
Lin Huo and Lin Shui have both reached the late stage of foundation building and are extremely good at combined attacks. Even though Wan Ziliang prides himself on having strong magical powers, he still finds it difficult to get benefits from them.
But since they have promised that only one person will emerge from the fight later, Wan Ziliang has nothing to fear.
The Lin brothers are quite talented in cultivating Taoism. Over the years, they have won the love of their elders and have been practicing smoothly. Therefore, they look down on the people in the Demon Sect and feel that they are all crooked and evil and cannot be compared with themselves.
However, Wan Ziliang was born in the Imperial Palace, acted freely and only for his own pleasure, and looked down upon the rules and regulations of people in the Confucian sect.
When the two sides meet together, it is like facing each other. No one looks down on the other, which is why the cynicism just happened.
But neither Wan Ziliang nor the Lin brothers noticed at this moment that there was a person waiting under a peach tree on the bank of Tanxi Lake.
Liang Yan closed his eyes slightly at this moment and sat cross-legged, seemingly indifferent to everything around him.
With the casting of the "Yuanmu Dao" spell, the aura on his body has completely disappeared, and his whole person has blended into the surrounding lakes and mountains, just like an ordinary stone, unable to attract anyone's attention.
At this time, the Lin brothers also fell silent, and the huge Tanxi Lake became silent again.
This scene lasted for about half a stick of incense, and suddenly I heard a long whistle, like a bluebird emerging from the forest, soaring upward.
When everyone heard the sound, they turned around and saw a small boat slowly sailing out from the far side of Tanxi Lake, at the end of the vast white mist.
On the boat, there was a man carrying a long sword, his hands behind his back, hunting in white robes, standing proudly.
Although he stood still, the boat under his feet was still galloping forward, carrying him through the wind and waves, and in a short time he arrived at the center of the lake.
The arrival of this person made everyone present look slightly sideways. Even the Lin brothers, who were a little arrogant before, did not dare to say any more provocative words at this moment.
“It’s him!”
Liang Yan, who was meditating, also slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
The white-robed swordsman who came by boat turned out to be an old acquaintance of his: Qianyuan Holy Palace Yuan Taiji!
I still remember that on Guanyu Peak, for the marriage of senior brother Tang Jun, both parties had five bets and fights. He used "Flying Thunder Sword Technique" to fight Yuan Taiji's "Qi Feng Sword Sutra", and finally won the 30th move. It's time for this person to abandon his sword and admit defeat.
This battle was the battle that made Liang Yan famous in Yungang Sect. It was also because of this battle that the subsequent incident of Xing Dou entering the Dream Stone occurred.
I didn’t expect that fifty years would pass and I would meet this person again on the bank of Tanxi Lake.
Today's Yuan Taiji has long lost the domineering look of the past. Although his personality is still cold and arrogant, he has become taciturn and looks much calmer.
His aura is stable and solid, and his cultivation level is also the highest among the people present. He has reached the peak of the foundation building stage, and is only one step away from gathering energy and returning to his origin.
But even so, Liang Yan still keenly realized that this person seemed to have something wrong in his practice. If he could not solve this problem, even if he practiced hard for another hundred years, he might not be able to break through his own bottleneck.
At this moment, a chuckle suddenly came from above the lake, but it was Wan Ziliang from the Huangjue Palace who laughed, raised his hands to the visitor and said: "We haven't seen you for many years, my Taoist friend Yuan, but he still has the same style. It's really gratifying. Congratulations!"
The corners of Yuan Taiji's eyes twitched. To others, these words might sound like congratulations, but in his ears, they had a different meaning.
You must know that he has stayed in the late stage of foundation building for more than sixty years. Yu Jingxian, Ye Qing and others of his generation have successfully broken through their own bottlenecks and reached the realm of Juyuan. He is the only one Yuan Taiji is still stuck at the peak of foundation building and has not made any progress for many years.
Wan Ziliang's ordinary compliment fell in Yuan Taiji's ears, but it seemed to be extremely ironic.
It's just that he is aware of his own suffering in this situation, but he can't explain it to outsiders.
Fifty years ago in the battle at Yufeng Peak of Yungang Sect, a young swordsman in gray had already shattered his Taoist heart. Fifty years later, this knot has always been in his heart. In his heart, he could not make any progress in his cultivation.
Before that, he was still a genius swordsman in the Qianyuan Holy Palace, second only to Yu Jingxian among his peers, and he had a promising future.
It was on that stage that he arrogantly made a promise of thirty moves. Being accustomed to being arrogant, he thought he could easily defeat his opponent this time.
But who would have thought that in the end, he would be the one to abandon his sword and admit defeat, and the other party seemed to have calculated it well, fighting him with exactly thirty moves!
They are also young talents, and they are also swordsmen, but the other party "repays him in kind", using the arrogant words he said on him, while he became the stepping stone for others to become famous in one battle. stone.
This knot has almost become a demonic obstacle for Yuan Taiji. Whenever he faces a breakthrough, he will always doubt himself, so that his Taoist heart will collapse and his achievements will fall short.
Yuan Taiji knew that he and that person would eventually have another battle. Only by defeating the sword in that person's hand could he break the knot in his heart and continue on the road to greatness. Today's Yuan Taiji, although still arrogant, is much calmer and more restrained.
He has not left home these years, and has been practicing hard in seclusion in the sect, just to hone his swordsmanship and look forward to a battle with that man again in the future.
However, Yuan Taiji's master felt that continuing like this was not an option. Coinciding with the fight for the reincarnation of the spiritual bead, he sent him down the mountain for a tour. He also hoped that his apprentice could enlighten him and solve the problem during this tour. Self-consciousness.
Yuan Taiji glanced at Wan Ziliang, and suddenly smiled and said: "Yuan's diseased tree has died, how can he show his grace? Seeing that Wan Taoist friends are in high spirits, could it be that they have already recruited good disciples?"
Wan Ziliang laughed sarcastically and kicked Yan Ming away from him with a look on his face. He said with disdain: "This kid is stubborn and stupid, and the old beggar doesn't like him at all!"
Yuan Taiji smiled softly when he saw this, suddenly turned his head to look at Yan Ming, and asked lightly :
“Do you want to learn to sword?”
"Ah?"
Yan Ming was a little confused by his question. When he met Yuan Taiji's gaze, he felt a little stinging. It seemed that the other party had touched the deepest thoughts in his heart.
“Learning the sword.” Yan Ming looked at him and suddenly became confused.
"If you want to learn swordsmanship, I will teach you." Yuan Taiji's eyes gradually became sharper, almost forcing Yan Ming to nod in agreement the next moment.
At this moment, Wan Ziliang's body moved and stood directly in front of Yan Ming. At the same time, he laughed and said: "Fellow Daoist Yuan has a high level of cultivation. When the five families fight, just do it." If you are really capable, why use these dirty tricks?”
When Yuan Taiji saw him coming to stop him, he couldn't help but sneered and said, "You have the nerve to say this, but when it comes to dirty tricks, you guys in the Demon Sect are more skillful in using them, right?"
Wan Zi Liang raised his head and laughed, looking at the sky with a leisurely attitude, not paying any attention to his sarcasm.
But Yuan Taiji's magical power was broken. He maintained his identity and was unwilling to take any more actions. He turned around and sat down cross-legged on a big stone. He looked at his eyes, nose, and mind, and actually started to meditate on the spot.
The huge lake fell into silence for a while, but this time it did not last long. After about half a cup of tea, the sound of salsa was heard from the woods.
A middle-aged man in a Confucian robe and a long gown strolled out of it riding a bay-red horse.
This man is about thirty years old, with an elegant temperament and a modest smile. He sat leisurely on the horse, really like a passerby enjoying the flowers and visiting the lake, without the slightest aura of a cultivator.
"It's you!"
Yan Ming, who was sitting next to the old beggar, looked surprised and said with some disbelief: "Mr. Zhao, why are you here? Could it be that you are the same. "
The man in Confucian robes on horseback sighed softly and said: "Idiot! You are obsessed with fame. I only know how to study behind closed doors, so why have I ever cared about what’s going on around me? Zhao has been working as an accountant in your house for three months. He has given you many tips overtly and secretly, but you still can’t understand them! Hui has gone up the mountain to practice with Zhao.”
“Zhao Gaoyi!”
Before Yan Ming could answer, Wan Ziliang sneered and said: "If this kid follows you, he will be a pearl in the dust. What you Yixing Pavilion is doing about the three meridians and four ways, using piano, chess, calligraphy and painting as magical powers, I'm afraid it's just some Do you like the useless embroidered pillow?”
This is extremely true. Rude, after hearing this, Zhao Gaoyi chuckled and said: "It seems that fellow Taoist Wan is very confident in his magical powers. When the five schools fight, he may not want to ask fellow Taoist Wan for advice."
< br>"Hey, Wan also has this intention!" Wan Ziliang said without showing any weakness.
The two men looked at each other. Although their faces were calm and calm, they were obviously secretly arguing, as if they were going to fight if they disagreed.
Just when the atmosphere in the venue was tense, a green glow suddenly flew from outside the peach forest, attracting everyone's attention.
What he saw in the green glow was a bamboo shuttle spiritual weapon, and on top of the bamboo shuttle, there were two women standing side by side.
The man on the left is wearing a blue palace dress, with a gentle and elegant temperament. His long black hair is tied up behind his head, looking dignified and generous.
As for the person on the right, he is wearing a green dress and a plain skirt. Although he has a delicate face, there is a bit of heroism between his eyebrows. Standing on the bamboo shuttle at this moment, he shows his sassy appearance.
“It’s her!”
Liang Yan, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the two people who suddenly appeared.
He didn't recognize the woman in palace clothes on the left, but the girl in green clothes and plain skirt on the right was very familiar. This girl was Miao Suwen!
When he was in the capital, he took a fancy to the understanding and qualifications of the daughter of the Miao Mansion. In addition, her relatively rare "Wind Spirit Root" was suitable for the practice of "The Method of Uncertain Mind", so he He decided to teach on behalf of his master and pass on the Kuchiki technique he created in his later years for Kuchiki.
Later, because he wanted to investigate the imperial mausoleum in the capital, and the danger was unknown at that time, Liang Yan entrusted Miao Suwen to his fellow disciple Yu Ruxin, and asked her to bring the girl to the Yungang Sect for him.
Unexpectedly, fifty years have passed in this blink of an eye.
Miao Suwen is now in the middle stage of foundation building, and judging from the aura on her body, she is only one step away from the late stage of foundation building.
Liang Yan nodded slightly as he watched in the dark. This daughter of the Miao Mansion did not disappoint him. In fifty years, from the third level of Qi Refining to the middle stage of Foundation Building, even among the five great sects, she was still a top-notch genius.
This woman must have had other adventures in the past fifty years.
As for the woman in palace attire next to her, although Liang Yan did not recognize her, he could infer from the aura on her body that she should belong to the Zhaoxia Peak lineage.
The peak master of Chaoxia Peak was Lan Wangqiu who asked him to retrieve the dream night-blooming night-blooming night-flower. Almost all the people who entered this lineage were women. Yu Ruxin must have considered this before sending Miao Epiphyllum. Su Wen also recommended going to Chaoxia Peak.
These two women, one gentle and dignified, the other heroic, came side by side in the air and quickly attracted everyone's attention.
"Everyone has been waiting for a long time. Shen Yu and Miao Suwen of the Yungang Sect are here to make an appointment with the five sects!"
(End of this chapter)