On the top of Baixu Mountain, the old sword immortal slowly stood up and stretched lazily. The sword light behind him passed away quietly. The dozens of young sword cultivators were relieved, and a trace of joy appeared in their eyes.

For this young sword cultivator, the small punishment that the old sword immortal can do, the sword energy and bone refining, and the sword intent are actually a very small opportunity. If someone understands something, one step closer, it will be a great opportunity.

"I will come when I go!"

The old sword immortal took a step forward and came to the throne. He stared at Lu Xuanlou with interest and looked up and down, commenting as if no one else was around.

Lu Xuanlou did not expect that the old sword immortal who was above the mountain would come to him. He was slightly stunned and then stood up from the throne, holding the sword ceremony in his hand, "Lu Xuanlou pays homage to the old sword immortal!"

The old sword immortal didn't care and waved his hand and said, "Our sword cultivator is straightforward, not those poor scholars, and there is not so much red tape."

Lu Xuanlou smiled and said, "No matter the level of realm or the size of the achievements, the younger generation should have respect for the seniors."

"I can't help but talk!"

The old sword fairy shook her head gently. Although Lu Xuanlou had a stern look, he didn't have much respect in his eyes and heart. "You are afraid that I will kill you with the big one and kill you with a sword, so I'm not going to be a fool?"

Lu Xuanlou said frankly: "Senior killed nine out of ten, and he should be able to capture it with just one's hands. Then I shouldn't be able to make a quarrel and give him the reason to draw a sword."

"The only thing I have to do when I go south this time is to ask for a sword with Li Huangquan."

The old sword fairy chuckled and said, "Even if I don't want to be shameless, I won't be able to shout and kill a junior. Don't be self-righteous. If you feel that you have some qualifications in sword training, you are worthy of letting me draw a sword?"

"Of course I am not qualified to ask my senior about swords, but people's hearts are not easy to say. Whoever dares to say that the senior will definitely not be happy and cut my sword into two pieces?"

Lu Xuanlou chuckled and said, "With this sentence from senior, I don't have to raise my heart to my throat."

The old sword fairy said, "You are a kid, no wonder you are not very good at swordsmanship."

Lu Xuanlou said calmly: "The martial artist can be bad at fist and foot skills, but his strength must be insufficient. Sword cultivation and sword skills can be average, but his killing power cannot be low."

The old sword fairy clapped her hands and laughed, "If you can say such words, you will be a promising person at first glance. No wonder you can leave those sword fairy embryos far behind and chase Wen Xi alone."

"That is, my master is not good at doing well, and he will be a sword cultivator in Nirvana until he dies. Otherwise, I must accept disciples on behalf of my master."

The old sword immortal is not very prominent, and he can achieve his achievements today, and he will be able to achieve one sword at a time.

The old sword fairy smiled and said, "It's rare to feel destined to be with others. I invite you to drink."

Sword cultivation and sword skills are average, but the killing power cannot be weak. Thousands and fifty years ago, this was a well-known iron rule. Now, few young sword cultivation know the true meaning of it.

Practicing sword and boxing, reading and practicing Taoism should not be to show saints in front of others, but to be to be higher, to be reasonable and kill people.

Even if the wine of this old sword immortal is not a dead head, it may not be delicious.

Lu Xuanlou shook his head gently and smiled, "I'll treat people with soft mouths and short hands. I'll invite my seniors to drink."

The old sword fairy nodded slightly, "It's okay, it's not a big deal anyway, and it's not a bad thing for you. It's the same for anyone to invite anyone to drink. I just save a drink."

After the words came, the old sword immortal had already taken steps and fell straight towards Qingxiu Mountain. Lu Xuanlou called the Immortal Taoist to take charge of the battlefield for him, and then left with the old sword immortal.

...

Baixu Mountain, there is a mountain stream flying spring on the side of the mountain, and there are three figures sitting around it, taking water to make tea, which tastes great.

Daoxuanzi of Taixuan Mountain, a stunning Confucian scholar, and a lame monk from the Western Desert.

Although the three giants in the Ten Realm were drinking tea and talking about things, they also saw everything on the battlefield.

He Bailu was puzzled and said, "Why did the old sword immortal run to Qingxiu Mountain?"

Dao Xuanzi said, "Sword Cultivator has always been domineering. When he thinks about it, he doesn't know what he is thinking. As long as it doesn't delay the serious matter, let him go."

The lame monk smiled and said, "Are you not afraid that the old sword immortal will turn against us and kill the three of us?"

"The old sword immortal has a bad temper, but he is very good at judging by the position. Don't be discordant."

Dao Xuanzi sneered. The old bald donkeys in the Western Desert dreamed of building three or two temples with a prosperous incense in Zhongzhou. He wanted Confucianism and Taoism to fight with sword cultivators so that Buddhism could take advantage of it.

"It's hard to say whether the old sword immortal can kill the three of us, but it's not difficult to discount your remaining good leg."

He Bailu and Dao Xuanzi mocked the lame monk. The lame monk knew that he could not tell He Bailu and could not beat Dao Xuanzi, so he pretended to be deaf and dumb, just pretending that he could not see or hear.

"I have a thief heart, but no thief courage."

Dao Xuanzi spoke sarcastically, and He Bailu agreed to say that he was.

When the Confucian and Taoist families competed, they always made sense. When the old bald donkey acted, whenever they met a good person or a thing, they would be destined to be with me and Buddha, and they would be confused and would not explain any reason at all.

Hundreds of years ago, a sword cultivator from the world emerged from the sky. His sword skills were so high that he almost surpassed the talents of the three sects.

This genius wild cultivator originally planned to worship the Sword Immortal City in the World, but he was heard by the old bald donkey in the West Desert. He actually sent a giant of ten realms to sneak into Zhongzhou, took the genius wild cultivator into the West Desert, wiped out his sword intent, and taught many Buddhist teachings.

The old sword immortal handed over the sword to this end and demolished 120 temples in succession. The lame monk's legs were broken at that time. Since then, the Buddhist sect has been much calmer and dared not extend his hand to Zhongzhou.

"The old sword immortal has always been above his gaze. Even if we are not taken seriously, he is willing to invite Lu Xuanlou to drink. This shows that this son must be a character!"

He Bailu smiled and said, "Monkey Lame, I think this son is destined to be with you Buddhism!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "Mencius does not lie, this son is very murderous and has no fate with me Buddha."

The lame monk shook his head repeatedly. Not to mention whether the old sword immortal was more beautiful than Lu Xuanlou, Confucianism was determined to win Lu Xuanlou. How dare the Buddha land seize food from the tiger's mouth?

To this day, the ancestral courts of the three religions are still fighting slowly, and are reluctant to give the last blow to the Southern Region Demon Dao. First, because Li Huangquan has not yet truly entered the tenth realm giant, and it is still possible to achieve a natural victory by bullying the Dao by demons. Second, the Confucian and Taoist families have not reached an agreement on the life and death of Lu Xuanlou.

He Bailu chased and said, "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. From my opinion, this son still has some fate with Buddhism."

The lame monk said with a bitter face and said, "The Buddha is destined to live with someone, and this son is really not destined to me, Buddha!"

"Since you have no connection with your Buddhism, you have no connection with my Confucianism."

He Bailu couldn't help but think of Lu Xuanlou's poem, especially that one, and the white deer on the green cliff was the most lovely thing.

"Lu Xuanlou, this boy cannot survive!"

Daoxuanzi said in a deep voice: "The Emperor Lu Qi of Wei has already had a look in Yunhuang. If this son becomes a climate in Jiuzhou, the father and son are united and cooperated with the inside and outside, the world may become a one-man rule. We practitioners of Taoism cannot be free."

Dao Xuanzi was a little annoyed. These poor scholars felt that Lu Xuanlou was extremely talented and very likely to become a generation of poetic and lyrics saints, and to make the Confucian culture go up to the top, so they completely ignored the overall situation and tried their best to ensure that this son was immortal.

"This son's murder is particularly serious. It is considered light to go down to the eighteen levels of hell. It is not enough to listen clearly without killing."

How could anyone who can't get the Buddha land let him read your sage book? The lame monk stood on the side of Dao Xuanzi and defended He Bailu without thinking.

"You'll kill less?" He Bailu said disdainfully.

Their wave of ten-level giants crawled out of the pile of dead people fighting between the two tribes, and the blood stained on their hands was no less than others.

“This is different!”

Dao Xuanzi rarely spoke for the lame monk and said, "A young sword cultivator with a promising road, two natal flying swords that were killed for the sake of killing, not to mention going astray, even if you make a mistake, it will be a disaster."

He Bailu sneered and said, "If you want to accuse me of a crime, why don't you have any words?"

Dao Xuanzi said frankly, "It's false, maybe it's there!"

He Bailu looked at him disdainfully and sneered, "Is this the truth of your Taoist sect or the truth of Dao Xuanzi?"

Dao Xuanzi said: "This principle may be wrong, but it may not be completely wrong. If you go astray, the more you have the opinion, the more you cannot pull it back."

He Bailu shook her head and said, "There is no such reason to punish future sins with the present body, at least Confucianism does not have such reason."

After a debate, the three giants of the Ten Realm parted unhappily.
Chapter completed!