Comprehensive martial arts: Guarding Wudang, stopping Xu Weixiong at the beginning

The master of the sword pool is the master of the sword, and every sword master must be a master of the sword, but the contemporary sword master of the sword pool is an exception, and he has not walked around the rivers and lakes for many years.

This has also caused the prestige of Jianchi to decline over the years, just like the original Wudang.

However, the people of the world do not dare to underestimate the sword pool, after all, its heritage is still there, and the sword pool has never participated in the battle between the temple and the rivers and lakes.

Therefore, there are not many people who are not long-sighted who will come to the sword pool to make trouble and find trouble.

Lin Xuan rode the green ox, followed behind the two disciples, and climbed the Sword Mountain, the wind and snow were howling, and it was white.

Faintly visible pavilions and pavilions, standing in the wind and snow, in the dark, filled with invisible sword intent and sword momentum.

The young Taoist priest rode on the back of the green ox, and as far as the eye could see, the entire sword pool was exceptionally calm, like an ancient well and an abyss.

"It is worthy of being one of the most sacred places in the world for kendo. "

He spoke, and in his tone, he sighed.

The two Sword Pool disciples who led the way in front couldn't help but smile on their faces when they heard this, and their good impression of Lin Xuan in their hearts increased a little.

After all, Lin Xuan is now another sword god recognized in the world, and he is not inferior to the existence of the Li Sword God in front of Jiazi.

If he can praise the sword pool, it is to recognize the status of the sword pool, and he can also add some luster to the sword pool when he spreads it out.

"Lin Jianshen has a good eye. "

A disciple said: "Although the sword pool has not been walking around the rivers and lakes for many years, there is an endless stream of people seeking swords every year.

The swords we produce are all first-class and high-quality goods. "

With chatting with the two disciples, it didn't take much effort to step into the mountain gate, and many disciples of the sword pool came to greet him.

The leader is a middle-aged man, with a fairy wind and bones, a fluttering beard, and an extremely extraordinary bearing.

In Lin Xuan's opinion, this middle-aged man was covered in a sword aura, and it seemed to be integrated with the sword qi and sword momentum of the entire sword pool.

Every move can trigger the sword momentum of the entire sword pool to rise and fall, just like the vast ocean, and it is obvious that the cultivation is extremely extraordinary.

If I am not mistaken, I am afraid that this middle-aged man is also a great kendo master, and his cultivation is extremely strong.

"I have long heard of the prestige of the Wudang Lin Sword God, and when I saw it today, it really deserved its reputation. "

The middle-aged man clenched his fists, and his tone did not carry the arrogance of the Lord of the Sword Pool.

The young Taoist priest got off the back of the green cow and shook his head with a smile: "They are all good deeds in the rivers and lakes, and they are just false rumors, but the sword master has not been out of the rivers and lakes for a long time, but this cultivation is very strong." "

"Don't dare to be. "

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "I practiced swords at the age of five, and I have been concentrating on swordsmanship, but when I saw Lin Jianshen today, I realized that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky." "

For real masters, many times, a meeting, a look, although there is no fight, but the high and low winners and losers have been distinguished.

Just like at this time, although the middle-aged man was also a great master of swordsmanship, in front of Lin Xuan, he had already fallen behind.

Both of them have a number of their own cultivation in their hearts.

"The sword lord is humble. "

Lin Xuan said with a smile.

"Please. "

The middle-aged man beckoned, and with many Sword Pool disciples, he welcomed Lin Xuan into the mountain gate.

He also deserves this treatment, although the sword pool is strong, it is still not enough in front of Lin Xuan.

Even if you don't talk about its own strong cultivation, even if you just talk about the Wudang faction, its prestige and strength in the rivers and lakes are far above the sword pool.

And the whole world knows that Lin Xuan is the last head of the internal martial arts.

Such a person, as long as the sword master's head is not stupid, he will definitely not offend.

Inside the main hall

Some disciples served hot tea, the fire was blazing, and the wind and snow were kept outside, and the two sat opposite each other.

"You and I hit it off at first sight. "

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "If you call the sword master, you will be divided, and my surname will be Murong, and my single name will be a male character." "

"The age is above you, so I dare to call me a brother, and I will be called Brother Murong in the future. "

"That's just right. "

Lin Xuan grinned and said: "I don't know how to use swords in the world, but there are only a handful of people who can discuss swords with me, and Brother Murong is one." "

Three or five sentences brought the relationship a lot closer, and in addition to the intention of making friends, the two sides did cherish each other.

After all, there are a number of great sword masters in the world, and although this sword master has not been out of the rivers and lakes for a long time, his strength is extremely strong, and he is qualified to make a few moves with Lin Xuan.

He is not a fool, let alone unsympathetic, there is no need to make enemies all over the rivers and lakes all day long, although he has killed a lot of people along the way.

But whether it is Shaolin, or Demon Gate, or Longhu Mountain, he has a grudge against Lin Xuan.

There was no possibility of giving up, and Lin Xuan naturally wouldn't give the other party a good face.

"Brother Lin, this trip to the sword pool is to find a peerless divine weapon to take advantage of?"

Murong Xiong stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Then you have come to the right place, there are not many other sword pools, but there are many sword weapons." "

"My brother only guessed half right. "

Lin Xuan looked embarrassed: "I did come to find a sword, but it wasn't one." "

"It doesn't matter. "

Murong Xiong waved his hand: "Even if it's three or five handles, who let you and I see it at first sight." "

"Less. "

Lin Xuan's expression was even more embarrassed.

"Then you name the number. "

Murong Xiong said, "I want to come here, but what kind of high-grade martial arts are you cultivating?"

"Hmm. "

The young Taoist priest nodded: "I have created a sword technique by myself, which requires many sword weapons to cooperate with cultivation. "

"How much. "

Murong Xiong was curious.

"Thirty-five. "

Lin Xuan said slowly.

"Smack"

The teacup in Murong Xiong's hand was crushed, and he came back to his senses suddenly, and said in surprise: "Don't play brother." "

"Nope. "

He smiled bitterly and said, "Thirty-five good swords are indeed needed. "

Murong Xiong saw that his expression was not joking, his face couldn't help twitching, and he said secretly: "Could it be that this kid is here to buy goods from me." "

Although there were many famous swords in the sword pool, he couldn't bear Lin Xuan's big mouth, and for a while, Murong Xiong couldn't make up his mind.

"If Brother Murong is embarrassed, then forget it. "

Lin Xuan pretended to sigh and said, "Little brother, I'll look for it elsewhere." "

"It's a bit embarrassing. "

Murong Xiong raised his eyebrows, and said unhappily: "Brother Lin, don't use the agitation method on my brother, I can still take out thirty-five good swords."

But if you change to someone else, you must not, that is, brother, you look pleasing to the eye. "

"Is what Brother Murong said true?"

Lin Xuan grinned.

"There is no lie. "

Murong Xiong nodded: "But there is one condition, brother, you have to discuss kendo with my brother." "

"You have to do it. "

The young Taoist priest laughed.

In fact, it is also Murong Xiong who is a favor, these thirty-five good swords, even if the sword pool can be taken out, it will hurt the muscles and bones.

But if Lin Xuan really wanted to, once he robbed it, he didn't have any way.

Besides, the sword is dead, and people are alive, if you can take advantage of Lin Xuan and Wudang's favor, it will be an extremely cost-effective thing.

In this world, I don't know how many people want this favor but can't get it.

As for the sword, it is just to give yourself a step down.

Not surprisingly, two days later, the sword discussion ended, and Murong Xiong, the master of the sword pool, was defeated, and this was still the situation where Lin Xuan deliberately kept his hand.

The other party knew it, and there was no resentment in his heart, so he took the young Taoist priest to the back mountain very happily.

Walking on the path paved with bluestone slabs, the sky is full of wind and snow overhead, splashing and sprinkling, covering the sky and the sun.

In front of him was a purple bamboo forest, and when he stepped into it, he suddenly saw a terrifying sword qi coming towards him, blowing on his body, with some ripples.

As far as the eye can see, under the flying snow, in the purple bamboo forest, there are all kinds of swords.

There are bronze swords, iron swords, steel swords, wooden swords, broken swords, and sword qi that has just come out.

All kinds of swords, strange shapes, without exception, all swords glowed with a cold light.

There are tens of thousands of sword weapons, all over the mountains, some of them are full of swords, and some are unpretentious.

"Brother, this is the real sword pool. "

Murong Xiong saw the shocked look of the young Taoist priest beside him, and explained with a smile: "This purple bamboo forest was created when the Sword Pool opened the sect, but all the swords forged by the Sword Pool will be put in it, and over time, the aura of sharp gold will be magnificent.

Even if an ordinary sword weapon is put into it, as long as it is cultivated for enough time, it can raise a powerful edge. "

Murong Xiong's expression was quite proud: "This purple bamboo forest is the forbidden land and foundation of my sword pool. "

"The divine sword has a spirit, Brother Lin will choose thirty-five good swords by himself. "

"Excalibur has a spirit. "

Lin Xuan muttered these words, and then did not stop, stepped out one step, and stepped into the majestic sword qi.

"Buzz"

"Buzz"

"Buzz"

The frost sword on his back vibrated within the scabbard, emitting a low sword roar, a moment later.

The Frost Sword came out of its sheath, turned into a streamer, and soared into the sky, suspended in the wind and snow, and the long sword continued to vibrate. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

The sound of the sword roared more and more high-pitched, echoing throughout the purple bamboo forest for a long time.

The young Taoist priest closed his eyes, released his mind, and burst out with terrifying sword intent, swaying upward, spreading in all directions.

Everywhere he went, a silent sword weapon began to vibrate, and after a few breaths, the flying snow collapsed, and a blue blade broke through the air, soaring into the sky, and flew towards the frost sword.

Finally, it was suspended next to the Frost Sword, the long sword was slender, about three feet long, and above the sword body, there was a faint blue sword light.

It's a good sword to the letter.

After a moment, the second sword weapon received the traction of Lin Xuan's sword intent and rose into the air, it was a dark long sword, without blades and blades, extremely heavy.

Then there was the third sword, which was a short sword two feet long, like a fish's intestines, but a fourth sword.

It was a thin sword, only a finger's wide, and its whole body was snow-white.

The fifth sword weapon has a sharp shape, with a blade on one side and teeth on the other, and the canine teeth are staggered.

The sixth sword, two and a half feet, wide and thick.

A moment later, five short swords rose into the air at the same time, only one finger long, the whole body was snow-white, glowing with a cold light, it was a set of sword weapons.

A mouthful of sword weapons rose from the purple bamboo forest and flew towards the Frost Sword, and there were more and more sword weapons suspended in the wind and snow.

Murong Xiong looked at this scene, and only felt that his heart was dripping blood, but when he thought about it, he felt extremely relieved.

These sword weapons, in the sword pool, even if they have a powerful edge, can only be covered with dust.

And in the hands of that young Taoist priest, he can exert real power.

No matter how good the sword is, if it is not unsheathed for the rest of its life, it is just a piece of scrap metal.

When it was only half a burnt incense, Lin Xuan had found enough of the thirty-five peerless divine swords he wanted.

All suspended in the sky above the Purple Bamboo Forest, exuding a powerful edge, even Murong Xiong, the sword master, felt terrified when he saw it.

"Excalibur chooses the master. "

Murong Xiong said with a smile: "I hope that these sword weapons can bloom with unprecedented brilliance in your hands, brother." "

"Thank you, brother. "

With a casual move, Lin Xuan's thirty-six peerless divine swords shook in unison, turning into streamers, rising into the sky, tearing through the wind and snow, flying towards him, levitating around him.

"Brother, thirty-five swords have been given, and then a suitable sword box will be given. "

The young Taoist priest had no idea what discipline was.

"Give and give. "

Murong Xiong sighed: "This time, my brother and my family are going to be emptied for you." "

After that, he recruited disciples, and after a while, someone came over with a huge wooden box, Lin Xuan took it, pressed the machine tuo, the sword box opened, and with a sword point, a mouthful of sword weapons flew towards the sword box and rushed into it.

Thirty-six peerless swords are fully loaded, and the weight of this sword box is extremely heavy, if the swordsmen in the world know about it, they will definitely be envious.

The good sword of the sword pool, ordinary people can get a bite, and they can be passed on as a family heirloom, but Lin Xuan took thirty-five swords in one go.

The sword box stood up, almost a man high, pressed the machine tuo, closed it, and hung it on the back of the green ox, and the latter called twice dissatisfied.

However, he was glared at by the young Taoist priest, and he honestly carried it.

"Brother Murong, if I have time to come to Wudang for tea in the future, I will definitely sweep the couch to greet you. "

Lin Xuan clenched his fists.

"Good. "

Murong Xiong nodded: "Brother won't stay for a few more days?"

"Nope. "

He shook his head: "I have to go back to Wudang earlier." "

Murong Xiong sent him to the foot of the mountain, and it was not until Lin Xuan rode the green ox and completely disappeared into the wind and snow that he withdrew his gaze and walked towards the mountain.

"Master, that's thirty-five peerless swords, just let him take it away?"

Some disciples were in pain: "This guy is really shrewd, and he picks all the best sword weapons." "

"The sword is given to the hero. "

Murong Xiong said with a smile: "It's very cost-effective to use only thirty-five sword weapons to make friends with Lin Xuan and Wudang, and besides, he still owes me a favor, so he can't say that it will be of great use in the future."

People can't be short-sighted, with Lin Xuan, a Jiazi in the future, Wudang will inevitably crown the rivers and lakes, and can only be friends with it, not with it. "

"Besides, if he is determined to ask for a sword, can we still not give it?"

The surrounding Sword Pool disciples who said this showed shame.

"The future of this son is immeasurable. "

Murong Xiong continued: "The sword path is so powerful and domineering, I am afraid that it will catch up with the old sword god of the past, and after giving it a few years, as soon as he enters the celestial realm, I am afraid that he will be qualified to compete with Wang Lao Monster for the first position in the world." "

"Lin Xuan is really so powerful?"

A disciple asked.

"It's much better than you think. "

Murong Xiong said: "If I face it head-on, I will lose within ten moves, and if I kill him, I will fall within three moves." "

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding Sword Pool disciples showed terrifying expressions.

"Do you think I'm joking?"

Murong Xiong glared at them angrily and said, "In this world, the stupidest thing is to be an enemy of Lin Xuan.

In the future, those who walk the rivers and lakes will remember that no one can offend Lin Xuan, let alone Wudang. "

Under the Sword Mountain

In the middle of the snow

The young Taoist priest rode a green ox, carried a huge sword box, and wore a hat on his head, and walked slowly to the north.

The things to be done on this trip down the mountain are basically done, and then it is time to go back to the mountain and continue to do penance.

But before that, Lin Xuan had to do one more thing, to be precise, to meet someone.

All the way north, across countless rivers, over many rugged mountains, but not in a hurry, walked for two or three months.

Only then did it go out of the boundary of the south of the Yangtze River and enter Qingzhou, the heavy snow receded, the spring flowers bloomed, and the water of the big river was turbulent.

A round of scorching sun hung above the sky, sprinkling bursts of golden light, and a young Taoist priest wrapped in a navy blue Taoist robe rode a green ox and walked slowly by the river.

In the distance, in the reeds, two embarrassed beggars were roasting the river fish they had so hard to catch.

Wisps of green smoke rose, and in a blink of an eye they were blown away by the mountain wind, and the little beggar poked his head out and looked around, for fear of being discovered, and after confirming that there was no one around, he put away his mind and prepared to taste the grilled fish.

only to find that the old beggar with missing teeth had already taken the lead and ate on his own.

"Lao Huang, you leave me a little. "

The little beggar scolded and scolded, and the two of them didn't realize that someone was riding a green ox in the distance.

The young Taoist priest was on the back of the ox, looking at the two beggars who were fighting with amusement, and after a moment, coughed lightly.

"Who?"

The little beggar and the old beggar reacted instantly, turned around sharply, and happened to see the young Taoist priest.

"Don't recognize me?"

Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows.

"Brother-in-law. "

Lao Huang's eyes were vigilant, and he just wanted to grab the little beggar beside him, but the other party had already red eyes and rushed towards the young Taoist priest.

The tone is choked, and that look, especially the brother-in-law, can be said to come from the bottom of my heart.