Wangchuan Tower is the most famous building in Xi’an County. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers. You can climb high and look into the distance. You can also watch fish in the abyss. It is a place where the younger generation of poetry and martial arts meet friends. Elders of the clan often come here.
Listen to the rain and taste the wine, smile and watch the changes in the wind and clouds, and the younger generations competing for the upper hand.
Nine is the ultimate number, so there are nine floors in Wangchuan. Only the younger generation of poetry and sword friends can climb to the ninth floor. But not everyone can climb to the ninth floor. Whether they can climb to the top to discuss the Tao depends on the poster.
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The clan elders often gather on the eighth floor, while the younger generation of influential people gather on the seventh floor.
If you want to go to the seventh floor, you must be qualified. Only seven people can be the host and guest of the seventh floor. If a newcomer wants to go to the seventh floor, he must step on the next person.
Although Cui Tianlin is young, he is already a frequent visitor to the seventh floor. Ever since he returned to his throne with the Daoji Immortal Sword and became one of the seven palace-suppressing swords of the Sword Palace, Chun Tingyue, the window on the seventh floor has become his exclusive one.
At this time, the night is just falling, and the lanterns are gradually rising, and the lights are reflected in the river, like the stars in the sky falling into the world.
Cui Tianlin sat by the window, feeling a little lost in thought.
There were more than a dozen young men and women sitting at the banquet, and it was only because of Cui Tianlin that they could reach the seventh floor. If Cui Tianlin had not come, they would not be qualified to go up to this floor. Many of these people had better family backgrounds than Cui Tianlin.
Yes, even ten years ago, many of them disdained to play with Cui Tianlin.
"Brother Lin, do you want to practice swordsmanship again?" asked a sweet-looking girl.
Cui Tianlin pulled back his thoughts and said: "Too much is not enough, the first step in cultivating the sword is to cultivate the heart. Wherever the heart goes, it is the boundary of the sword. So you don't need to practice too much, just have the sword in your heart."
Someone immediately cheered: "Brother Tianlin's words really woke me up from my dream! Now I know that after twenty years of practicing swordsmanship, it turned out that I was practicing wrongly!"
Cui Tianlin was a little helpless, but he still nodded politely. Every time he wanted to talk to these people about his swordsmanship insights, he would always get some specious responses. At this time, he could only think about Chun Tingyue over and over again in his heart.
The sword intention.
Everyone talked nonsense about their swordsmanship, and suddenly someone said: "A flying boat entered the city today, and someone saw Cui Yu coming back."
Another girl said angrily: "This man is really ignorant. If Brother Lin hadn't been so generous, according to our ideas, we would have invited him to the ninth floor for a fight to let him know what it means to be someone outside the world, and there is a world outside the world. Really,
Brother Lin has always wanted to leave the most important position to him. If you ask me, I should teach him a lesson!"
"Brother Tianlin, why don't we take advantage of his return this time and directly invite him to fight! We have always wanted to admire the grace of Chun Tingyue!"
The crowd booed again.
Cui Tianlin suddenly lost interest and said, "Forget it, he doesn't want to join, so there's no need to force it."
At this time, there was a sudden commotion downstairs, and everyone sitting on the seventh floor turned their heads to look at the stairs. The waiter at the shop downstairs said eagerly: "The seventh floor is full, so don't embarrass me!"
Then came Cui Yu's voice: "What about my position? Who has taken it?"
"Master, you don't know that if you don't come for half a year, your seat will be given to someone else. This has always been the rule!"
"How come I heard that some people don't come for a year but still have their seats?"
"this……"
Everyone is looking at Cui Tianlin. A year ago, Cui Tianlin went into seclusion in the Sword Palace to stabilize the Spring Courtyard, and indeed he never came back.
Footsteps sounded on the stairs, steady and peaceful, as if the sky was falling in front of them, but the steps would not be disrupted.
Cui Yu climbed to the seventh floor.
The waiter behind him almost burst into tears and begged: "It's not easy for a young man to make a living, young master..."
Cui Yu glanced at the whole place, and there was a young man at one of the tables who subconsciously shrank back. This seat was where Cui Yu usually sat, and he took it later. If Cui Yu wanted to go back, he could ask for it.
He challenged, asking himself whether he was Cui Yu's opponent.
Unexpectedly, Cui Yu didn't even look at him and said directly to Cui Tianlin: "Do you dare to fight?"
Cui Tianlin was obviously a little surprised, but he was not afraid of Cui Yu and said, "Why don't you dare?"
Cui Yu sneered: "Very good, then let's fight on the ninth floor! But your physical body is average. Do you need to impose some restrictions on this fight?"
Cui Tianlin said: "No, in the future we will fight with the enemy. Will the enemy agree to some restrictions? When you and I fight, we should use all our means."
Cui Yu sneered again: "I've reminded you. I'll ask again, can I add some restrictions?"
Cui Tianlin couldn't help but feel angry, and said in a deep voice: "No need! Whatever Brother Yu has, just use it."
"very good!"
Cui Tianlin looked past Cui Yu and landed on the tall young man behind him. This young man had almost no sense of existence, and Cui Tianlin didn't notice his existence until now.
All the young men and women were very excited and went up to the ninth floor. The elders who were having a drink on the eighth floor also went up to the ninth floor to watch the battle. In a blink of an eye, the news spread, and more and more people came. Everyone knows that Cui
Who among the younger generation of the family leads the way will be decided in this battle. This may be the most important battle in Wangchuan Tower in the past ten years.
The ninth floor is extraordinarily high, the roof is ten feet above the ground, and eight large pillars support the entire roof.
Cui Tianlin was the first to enter the scene, slowly drew out his magic sword, stretched out his fingers and touched the sword, and the whole sword immediately became sparkling, like the gentle ripples of a pond.
Cui Yu brought two followers to the venue, each with a large box in his hand.
Cui Yu opened the box and took out a strange magic weapon. It had three tubes and was quite bulky. A follower set up a tripod and helped Cui Yu put the magic weapon on it. Cui Yu pulled it out from another box.
A belt covered with flying swords was attached to the magic weapon at one end, and then he signaled that it was time to start.
An elder of the clan explained the rules of the competition as usual, which were that no fatal blows were allowed and no one was allowed to intentionally injure anyone's life. Then he rang the bronze chime and the decisive battle began.
Cui Tianlin stood with his sword in hand and said: "Brother Yu is older than me, so please strike first. I'll let you use three swords."
The young men and women who were watching all around were all filled with admiration. They all said that Cui Tianlin was so talented and so humble and polite. If no peerless genius appeared in the next few decades, he would be the best choice to lead the entire Cui family.
Cui Yu turned a deaf ear to these words, but his livid face revealed his thoughts. He stared at Cui Tianlin and said, "It's still too late for you to admit defeat now."
Cui Tianlin smiled slightly and said: "Sword Palace disciples have no precedent of admitting defeat."
Cui Yu sneered: "It seems that you know nothing about my methods. Anyway, I will open your eyes today!"
Cui Yu urged, and the strange magic weapon suddenly made a jamming sound, and the flying sword was actually stuck inside! The whole hall suddenly burst into laughter.
Cui Yu was also stunned. He did not expect that the magic weapon would malfunction at this time. He urged it several times, but the flying sword remained stuck in the barrel of the gun. The laughter around him became louder and louder, and an elder said: "Fantastic skills
After all, obscenity and cleverness will not be put on the stage."
This sentence contains a pun, and Cui Yu was also scolded in it.
Cui Yu had no choice but to reach out and pull down a switch on the magic weapon, and then pulled the gun. Then there was a soft buzzing sound, and the three barrels began to rotate rapidly. He originally did not want to use this mode.
Bang bang bang! Three flying swords almost shot out together, but were easily deflected by Cui Tianlin.
The onlookers were quite surprised. They all saw that these three swords were equivalent to one strike from Daoji monk, and their power was pretty good. The magic weapon in Cui Yu's hand was probably a bit complicated.
Cui Tianlin said calmly: "The three swords have passed, I am going to attack."
"You can't attack!"
Cui Yu's Taoist power poured out, and he pushed it with all his strength. The roar instantly flooded the ninth floor, and countless flying swords merged into a torrent! Cui Tianlin's protective Taoist power barely lasted for three breaths before it shattered, and he was knocked upside down and flew out.
, like a broken doll falling into the river below.
Chun Tingyue took off her hand, turned it around a few times, and stuck it on the floor. The light of the sword gradually dimmed.
After a moment of silence, there was a burst of exclamation, and someone jumped out to salvage Cui Tianlin.
No one expected that Cui Tianlin would be defeated so easily, but the magic weapon in Cui Yu's hand was really terrifying. In just a short moment, hundreds of flying swords had been fired. Not to mention that Cui Tianlin was only a Taoist, even if he was
Even Dharma cannot bear it.
At this time, the clan elder who had just opened his mouth to reprimand Qiqi's promiscuous skills was full of anger and shouted: "How dare you cheat! This battle will not count!"
The elder of the tribe walked towards Cui Yu, stretched out his hand to grab the strange magic weapon, and said: "You can't keep such harmful things!"
Suddenly there was a person in front of him, it was Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan stood with his hands behind his hands and said calmly: "This thing is very expensive. If it gets damaged, I'm afraid you won't be able to afford it even if you lose your fortune."
The old man looked Wei Yuan up and down and suddenly said: "Are you Wei Yuan?"
"Exactly."
There was a buzz of discussion all around. The discussion was not about Wei Yuan's survival from the Karma Curse, but about Wei Yuan's words to Xu Jiafang.
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly: "I heard that you said that the Xu family's dharma images are all rubbish. Then when you look at my Cui family's dharma images, do you also think they are all rubbish?"
Wei Yuan laughed loudly, and the sound was heard everywhere: "Old man, your tactics of sowing dissension are too crude! You are so old, why are you still not very smart? If you have nothing to do, read less story books and more history books."
The old man's face turned livid with anger, his magic power was flowing all over his body, and his late cultivation of the Dharma was unabashedly released.
A middle-aged man appeared behind Cui Yu at some point. He frowned slightly and was about to step forward, but Cui Yu pulled him back and shook his head gently. The middle-aged man was a little surprised and just watched what happened.
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Wei Yuan looked at the warrior holding a big gun that appeared above the old man's head, and instantly saw that this image was actually based on a gun. The warrior holding the gun was only an auxiliary and embellishment. It was not at the same level as the sword-wielding fairy in Shangguan Qianmo.
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The Dharma Appearance, like the Dao Foundation, is also divided into high and low levels, and the gap is more obvious. Generally speaking, the more spiritual the Dharma Appearance is, the higher the grade. Therefore, the grade of a sword-wielding fairy is one level higher than a simple fairy sword.
Although the old man in front of him is in a later stage of cultivation, the main body of his Dharma is still a spear, and his spirituality is very average.
After seeing the old man's Dharma, Wei Yuan knew it well and said: "I have always admired the Cui family, and I am a life-and-death friend with Brother Yu. I admire many Dharma masters in the Cui family. But I have to say that you, the old Dharma, are
It's indeed a bit rubbish. As you get older, the overall reputation of the Cui family's Dharma minister will be improved to a higher level."
Chapter completed!