Lin Shan took out the elder's token that was given to him by the Supreme Elder Nightingale at the Nightingale headquarters of Bowang Marquis in Bianliang, the imperial capital of the Song Dynasty.
Ma Jiansheng took the frosting in his hand for a long time and sighed. It seemed to bring back long-lasting memories, and he was speechless for a while.
Yin Wuming and the Black Skull Demon Lord stood there in confusion, vaguely feeling that something was wrong. What kind of ecstasy soup did this boy pour into Ma Jian Sheng? And what was so magical about that sword manual that made Ma Jian Sheng so excited?
"Unexpectedly, today is a double blessing. Not only did I get the evil-proofing sword manual, but I also met a fellow member of the same organization." Ma Jiansheng couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and a look of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.
Then he chatted with Lin Shan about home affairs: "Where are you from in southern Xinjiang?"
Lin Shan: "The younger generation is from Qinghe County."
Ma Jiansheng: "What a coincidence! I am from Zoke County, and I was born next door."
Lin Shan: "This junior also joined the Nightingale Branch of Zoke County."
Ma Jiansheng: "What a coincidence! I later became the helmsman of Guangnan County, and I am also next door."
Lin Shan: "This junior's book on the sword technique to ward off evil was found in Zoke County."
Ma Jiansheng sighed: "It's a pity that I mistakenly believed the rumors and searched for him in Guangnan County next door for ten years in vain!"
Lin Shan: "I later went to the Nightingale Headquarters in Bianliang, the imperial capital, and became the elder of the guest minister by chance."
Ma Jiansheng couldn't help but nod: "Later, I also went to the capital to report on my work, and it was logical that I was promoted from helmsman to innate elder..."
The two suddenly fell silent, looked at each other for a moment, and then burst into laughter as if they had a clear understanding.
"Hahaha!!!"
This unexpected surprise startled the Black Skeleton Demon Lord and Yin Wuming next to them. They thought, what is wrong with these two people? Why do they both like to make noises?
As for Lin Shan and Ma Jiansheng, a pair of secret codes, there is no doubt in my mind that such unhealthy practices must be members of the Nightingale organization.
After verifying their identities, the two cherished each other. Lin Shan took out a bunch of props from the storage space, handed them a tea, and performed the apprenticeship ceremony.
Ma Jiansheng lifted him up with both hands and couldn't help but say "Okay, okay" three times in a row, and at the same time gave him kind instructions.
"Since you have become my direct disciple and will travel around the world in the future, if you encounter a formidable enemy that is difficult to stop, you might as well report the name of my Sword Master Ma Yuanjue. Maybe I can save your life. Remember this!"
Lin Shan looked solemn, as if he wanted to keep these words in his heart.
"Master, don't worry. In the future, my disciple will travel in the world of cultivation. No matter where he goes, he will definitely carry forward the name of master's sword master and make our family of sword masters famous all over the world!"
Ma Jiansheng couldn't help but nod after hearing this. He felt that this apprentice was really on the right track. He still had such ambition. Coupled with his qualifications and understanding, he might be able to catch up with him in the future.
Of course, if he knew that Lin Shan was a troublemaker, no matter where he went, he would probably not accept him as his disciple.
But at least for now, Ma Jiansheng is satisfied with everything about him.
The two masters and apprentices were chatting and laughing here, but Yin Wuming and the Black Skull Demon Lord next to them felt extremely cold. The former felt that his life was in danger, while the latter was upset that he had missed the innate spiritual treasure.
A large group of demonic monks saw that someone had become a direct disciple and that they had no hope of escaping. They couldn't help but feel discouraged and secretly thought about other ways to escape.
The righteous monks who were watching the show on the other side were also very surprised. They did not expect that Yin Wuming of the Blood River Palace was not selected, but was broken out by Lin Shan, the dark horse. They all whispered to each other and kept talking.
Anyway, they were very leisurely. As long as they didn't offend the three personalities in the red-robed young man, they could just wait for reinforcements.
Lin Shan, on the other hand, chatted freely with Ma Jiansheng about the customs and customs of southern Xinjiang. When fellow villagers meet fellow villagers, they have endless topics to talk about.
But when they talked about the "Evil Sword Manual", Lin Shan was a little worried. Is this newly worshiped master really going to commit suicide?
Ma Jiansheng smiled casually and told him that he was just curious and could learn from it, and had no interest in being a sissy.
Lin Shan breathed a sigh of relief.
But then, Ma Jiansheng mentioned that as far as he knew, the "Evil Sword Manual" was just a castrated version of the "Sunflower Book", and if he wanted to practice it, he would have to practice the full version.
This time, Lin Shan was shocked!
Is there really a "Sunflower Collection"? You must know that "Evil Sword Technique" is already an innate martial arts, so wouldn't going up to the "Sunflower Collection" be a cultivation of swordsmanship?
I just don’t know its level, whether it’s a spell or supernatural power...
Ma Jiansheng's eyes were dark, and he said that even if he searched all over the world in his life, he would definitely find the complete version of "The Sunflower Book", and the will contained in it could not be shaken.
Lin Shan is a little bit annoyed. Why do you always think about those "things that you can only learn in the palace" when you have nothing to do?
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As the night passed, the sky turned white.
The red-robed young man was shocked, Ma Jiansheng retreated behind the scenes, and the martial arts instructor came back online.
"The world's turmoil comes from my generation, and as soon as I enter the world, time rushes..."
Everyone couldn't help but get excited as soon as there was this loud shout. Remembering the fear of being dominated by the boxing training yesterday, they quickly stood up in two teams without waiting for arrangements, and each of them pulled up their boxing racks and opened their swings automatically.
"..."
The martial arts instructor's words were stagnant, and the rest of his words were stillborn.
Then he saw Lin Shan standing next to him, so he sent him to the front of the team to continue being the foreman, teaching everyone the essence and techniques of boxing.
Everyone was dying of jealousy. Not only had this kid become a direct disciple of "Ma Jian Sheng", but he was also a popular figure in the eyes of "Martial Instructor". He already had two of three points in the world, who could compete with him?
However, Yin Wuming has not given up yet. He is originally a genius of the devil and has a tough and strong mind. Although he hit a wall with the "Horse Sword Master" last night, he is not discouraged.
With his talent and talent, he might be able to find another way to win the favor of the "martial arts leader" today, which might be another way out for him by then.
It's a pity that he has no chance.
Because at this time, another group of monks visited here on the horizon, but this time they were not passing by, but came here deliberately.
A huge spiritual consciousness swept over everyone in the forest. Goosebumps broke out on everyone's bodies. They felt that the energy of the world around them was boiling, and then a sound like thunder shook the sky and the earth.
"I am the leader of Tiancan Peak in the Beast Control Valley, True Lord Huntuo. How dare Fang Xiao dare to detain the elders of our sect's outer sect!"
Hearing this sound, everyone suddenly looked up.
The orthodox monks were all overjoyed. They did not expect that the powerful master from Yushou Valley's Nascent Soul Stage would arrive so quickly. The elder of the outer sect, Pei Zhenren, had just been captured yesterday morning, and today a powerful master came to rescue him.
Lin Shan was originally overjoyed last night, thinking that after two days of "Ma Jian Sheng" suppressing the other two, he would be able to escape with him, but he didn't expect the Righteous Power to react so quickly!
No wonder Pei Zhenren was so popular at the beginning and claimed to be able to block himself from so many troubles. It turned out that there was a Nascent Soul stage elder in the Beast Control Valley supporting him.
In fact, this Zhenjun Huntuo of the Beast Control Valley is really the ancestor of Zhenren Pei's lineage. In addition, he was already nearby, so he rushed over after hearing the news.
The demonic monks looked pale, and they all turned to look at the martial arts leader, wondering if he could stop the Nascent Soul monk.
The martial arts leader had a calm face and looked ahead in silence. However, his whole body was filled with momentum, and a huge coercion radiated out, faintly rivaling that of the heavens.
The moment Master Huntuo arrived, he already saw a group of people in the forest, including Master Pei and other members of the Beast Control Valley Sect, as well as both good and evil parties and the red-robed young man.
"Lei Yinzi, you disregarded the overall situation of the Righteous Path Alliance and blatantly detained members of our sect, affecting the strategic blockade of the eastern coast and delaying the fighter plane to indirectly release a large number of defeated demonic forces. I will take you down for the time being. Let's see what the good-nose old masters of the Zixiao Sect will do in the future.
statement!"
It seems that the elders of the Zixiao Sect did not publicize the scandal of Lei Yinzi's seizure everywhere, so even the Nascent Soul monks in the Beast Control Valley were kept in the dark.
A sky-covering cuff shrouded down, as if it was going to take away everyone on the scene. Everyone's cultivation was blocked at this time, and they had no way to escape or resist. They could only watch the cuff getting bigger and bigger.
"Since I am the appointed leader of the family, how can I allow you to harm the younger members of the family?"
The martial arts leader quickly took action to block the "Qiankun in the Sleeve" style just now, then jumped up into the sky and started fighting with Zhenjun Huntuo.
Everyone watched with horror. The sea of ​​vitality in the sky stirred, countless insects covered the sky and the sun, and fist shadows flew in all directions. The two people fought to trigger a huge phenomenon, and gusts of strong wind pressed the forest sea below to bend down.
Immediately afterwards, everyone could see a rain of insects falling from the sky, and unknown insect corpses fell down one after another, but Zhenjun Hutuo of the Beast Control Valley didn't care at all. It seemed that these insects were nothing more than a drop in the bucket to him.
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A full quarter of an hour passed, and the vision in the sky disappeared, and Lord Huntuo was injured and fled far away.
The martial arts leader landed in ragged clothes and couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood. It seemed that both sides were hurt in this battle. Then he staggered and made no sound. He was too exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.
Instead, his body was taken over by "Master Cen".
"There are roads in the mountain of books, and hard work is the path; there is no limit to the sea of ​​learning, and hard work is the boat..."
Everyone below was shocked and confused. They didn't expect that the martial arts instructor could actually tie up with the Yuan Ying stage monks of the righteous way. However, in the end it seemed unsustainable and they could only withdraw from the pit and let Master Cen step in.
However, after yesterday's torture, when everyone saw the substitution, they immediately sat cross-legged, looking like they were listening quietly and waiting for class.
"..."
Mr. Cen's words were stagnant, and the rest of his words were still unborn.
Yin Wuming has not given up on saving himself at this time. The Nascent Soul Stage monks from the Beast Control Valley have already appeared, so more Yuanying Stage monks will arrive in the future. If he does not seize the time, he may really have no chance!
Fortunately, before I joined the Black Lotus Sect, I came from a scholarly family in the distant country of Lu. The culture of the country of Lu was prosperous and filled with schools. Although I was tired of literature and fond of martial arts when I was young, I was more or less influenced by what I heard and saw, so I could still memorize it.
Some Confucian classics.
Next, Yin Wuming tried his best to express himself, assisted and cooperated with Master Cen in citing scriptures, and barely helped with the little ink in his chest. Finally, he was appreciated by Master Cen, and he became more and more appreciative of him.
Yin Wuming felt excited. He knew that only by tying up one personality first would he have a chance to survive. As for the final battle between the three personalities for dominance, he could also find a way to provide some external support.
However, he was about to gain Master Cen's trust.
It was already noon, and another group of righteous monks flew in from the west. It seemed that they also came here specially.
"I am the leader of Mangdang Mountain in Qianyun Pavilion, True Lord Liuyun. Which fellow Taoist is deliberately blocking the monks of the Righteous Path Alliance here?"
Everyone looked up again and found that this time there was another Nascent Soul stage monk. One had just arrived in the morning, and another one had arrived at noon. The efficiency of the Righteous Path camp was really fast!
The Zhengdao people in the forest were once again excited. They had always believed that the Zhengdao elders would never forget to save them no matter how busy they were. This was indeed the case.
Everyone in the Demonic Path looked at Master Cen again in a panic. They didn't know whether this master was of the level of a martial arts leader and whether he could stop the Nascent Soul Stage monks.
Mr. Cen said nothing. Although he had few words in his mind, as a teacher, he should stand up and protect the safety of his students. It was his duty to do so!
"Boom boom boom~"
The fighting started again in the sky, and everyone in the forest nervously lay on the ground watching the battle, with mixed emotions in their hearts, wishing that this battle would end soon.
A quarter of an hour later, Lord Liuyun was injured and left. Master Cen came back and coughed up blood, and was forced to return to the body to recuperate. Sword Master Ma Yuanjue appeared again.
"If God had not given birth to me, Ma Yuanjue, my swordsmanship would be as long as the night!"
No one deliberately tried to please him during the opening remarks this time, because they knew that this person had no desire to control, and that his position as a direct disciple was no longer available, so no matter how much they tried to please him, it would be useless.
Yin Wuming was dumbfounded for a long time, and finally felt completely despairing.
He really tried his best, but the reinforcements from Zhengdao came so quickly, disrupting his plans again and again.
Ma Jiansheng, on the other hand, sat quietly cross-legged, seemingly taking advantage of the other two personalities to launch rounds of attacks, trying to suppress them as soon as possible, remove their obsessions, and regain their freedom.
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Night, midnight.
Three streams of fire streaked across the sky again, followed by a large escaping light.
This time, three True Lords came from Zhengdao, and they also personally brought a group of monks to suppress the formation.
And these three are none other than the three Nascent Soul elders of Zixiao Sect who had just had a fight with the Protector Dharma King a few days ago.
Everyone in Zhengdao finally couldn't help but cheer. Seniors from Zhengdao came hand in hand. This wave is stable!
Everyone in the Demon Dao lowered their heads and said nothing, their eyes dark, as if they had resigned themselves to their fate.
Ma Jiansheng opened his eyes and sighed expressionlessly, as if talking to himself.
"You two pedantic people have not allowed me to leave until now. You insist on protecting the younger generations of the family and students. You are really stubborn...
That’s all, who made me promise you before..."
He took out a red sword, his eyes were still, and the sword intent around him began to converge, and the sound of gold and iron "clanged", as if there was a giant dragon hidden in his body that was slowly waking up.
The three Nascent Soul Elders of the Zixiao Sect in the sky have already flown in. They have long understood that the red-robed young man in front of them is no longer Lei Yinzi, and they are also well aware of the difficulty of the "Dharma Protector", so they use all their strength as soon as they take action.
A mighty Milky Way rolls in, as if washing away all the sins in the world. Everything it passes is filled with ants, and its target source is directed at the red-robed young man below.
On this chilly and desolate night, Ma Jiansheng looked up at the end of the Milky Way, the bright moon that had been hanging high since ancient times.
He recalled scenes from the past, including singing and fencing in Daze in southern Xinjiang, hitting the stream at the water gate of Wu Gorge, galloping on horseback to test swords on the ancient road in the Western Wasteland, and having a meal in the snow in the northern ice field.
Who on the bank of the river sees the moon for the first time, and when does the moon on the river shine on people for the first time?
"Buzz~"
The dull sword chants gradually connected from low to high, and along with the repeated echoes in the forest, they formed a melody of fighting and iron horses, which rippled in everyone's hearts.
At that moment, his slender figure seemed to stand tall against the sky and the earth, showing the iron bones of a martial arts swordsman.
A chivalrous man, hoeing the strong and supporting the weak, being loyal and courageous, roaming freely all over the world, wielding a sword to the end of the world.
A sharp and fierce sword intent rose from the ground, and countless torrents of vitality began to gather between heaven and earth, and the astonishing will contained in it was like a volcanic eruption.
When a knight-errant has the power of an immortal cultivator, what kind of sparks will bloom from the combination of "immortal" and "xia", the blending of "power" and "intention"?
As the Nine Heavens Thunder Waterfall surged forward, the figure merged with the sword and went upstream, rushing into the rolling torrent without hesitation, just like a moth flying into the fire with an egg hitting a stone. With a deafening explosion, a circle of red and blue two A colored ring-shaped shock wave suddenly spread between the sky and the earth.
That moment was so bright that it seemed like eternity.
Everyone on the field stared blankly, feeling a sense of sadness in their hearts for no reason. The next moment, they suddenly discovered that their cultivation level had been restored, and the seal had already loosened and disappeared when the sword light reached the sky. .
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