When Yue Shiru saw the young Taoist in a blue robe walking into the Taoist temple, his expression hesitated for a moment. He was also horrified because the [Lian Yang Sword], which the Pure Yang Patriarch said was not powerful enough but extremely brutal and murderous, was actually sent back into the scabbard by the young Taoist with just one finger.

Lu Zu's sword, Lu Zu couldn't call it back? !

He was stunned for a long while, and then hurriedly returned the greeting, saying: "Junior disciple Yue Shiru, greetings to Master Qi."

"You're back?"

"Um."

Yue Shiru hesitated for a moment, but still bowed and asked: "It's just that, although I am a disciple who has overstepped my authority, I wonder if the real master can see that village. What is going on in the village? Has the problem been resolved?"

The young Taoist replied gently, "I have solved it."

After a moment of silence, he continued, "Although, it's still not enough."

Yue Shiru finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The Taoist priest Mingxin, who had just chased and caught the three yellow chickens and got his face dirty, asked curiously, "Huh? Uncle Qi, why are you so cold? What did you do?"

The sleeves of the young Taoist priest were soaked with murderous aura like water.

Kill the dragon guard, depose the mountain god, and then place the pieces on the board.

Stir up the world.

He was just quiet, stretched out his hand and rubbed the little Taoist's head, wiped the dirt off his face, and said:

"It's just a little chill from the night dew."

"We have sesame cakes, freshly baked today. Do you want some?"

“Yes!”

The young Taoist priest Mingxin is free from worries.

Yue Shiru looked at the Lianyang Sword, then at the back of the young Taoist priest, with awe in his heart, and exclaimed in admiration: "Master Qi is truly an extraordinary person."

"Master Qi?"

The old Taoist priest was a little puzzled before, and couldn't help but mutter to himself, and then asked.

Yue Shiru had just recounted the dangers he had encountered along the way, how he had been chased by a baboon infected with evil spirits, and how the young Taoist had saved him. Even now, recalling it, he still felt thrilling. That thunder technique was unparalleled in the world. He was delighted and sincerely convinced.

“Master Qi’s methods are profound, his primordial spirit is majestic and vast, and his primordial qi is pure. These are all things that I have never seen before!”

“Without more than a hundred years of hard practice, there is no way to have such pure energy.”

"Even in my Dao Sect, you are qualified to be the master of a peak!"

"Fellow Daoist Qi's Yuan Qi is indeed powerful. His three talents are purer than anything I have ever seen."

The old Taoist was amazed and praised, then stroked his beard and smiled:

"But you are wrong to call him a real person."

Yue Shiru was puzzled.

The old man looked at the happy young Taoist holding three yellow chickens not far away, while the young Taoist took out some steaming snacks from his sleeves.

He smiled and replied, "He only has the innate Qi. I saw him break through with my own eyes."

"It's only less than a month away from now."

Yue Shiru looked at the Taoist young man with a bewildered look on his face. He said, "... Master Qi's appearance, isn't it the Taoist method of collecting the primordial energy and then returning to youth?" The old Taoist couldn't help laughing when he heard this and said, "What do you mean by returning to youth?"

"After the New Year, he is only sixteen years old!"

"He's just a teenager."

"!!!"

Yue Shiru opened his mouth and the white jade sword in his hand fell to the ground.

My mind went blank and I couldn't think.

After a long time, he murmured in a dreamy voice:

"Sixteen?"

…

"What was I doing at the age of sixteen? Ah, I was cultivating my Qi and studying the Dharma."

"Thinking about how to sneak out of morning class."

"Then the teacher dragged me back to kneel down and incense."

"Ah, sixteen years old, innate Qi, real person's skills..."

Yue Shiru was still muttering while he was eating, and he was still muttering while he was lying in bed.

I have to get up suddenly when I am asleep, which makes me feel sad.

"I deserve to die!"

"Why are you skipping classes?"

It took a long time for these symptoms to ease. However, he thought that the young Taoist was the owner of the [Lian Yang Sword] that represented killing, but the young Taoist said that he was not. To prove it, Qi Wuhuo asked Yue Shiru to summon the sword again with the magic weapon he carried.

The sword was still awakened, and then flew out of the scabbard, the sound of the sword was like the roar of a dragon and a tiger.

Then he abandoned Yue Shiru.

He turned and attacked Qi Wuhuo, with a strong murderous aura and hatred.

A sword goes straight to the center of the eyebrows.

The young Taoist raised his hand to clamp the sword, and the sword energy dissipated, leaving only the sleeves of his robes being blown up, and the sword whistled. The young Taoist turned to look at Yue Shiru who was dumbfounded on the side, and explained: "Maybe it's because it had a chance to escape the seal once before, and I sent it back, so it holds a grudge against me?"

His fingers loosened their grip on the sword, and it whistled once again.

It flew in the void, circled for several weeks, and slashed down with light and shadow, but was easily stopped by the young Taoist with two fingers. The sword technique was exquisite and unique, as if it was used by Lu Zu when he was young, but it was difficult to break through the blockade of the young Taoist. The more he downplayed it, the more violent the sword seemed to be, the sword rang continuously, and the sword force unfolded with magnificent momentum.

Finally, Qi Wuhuo flicked his finger and killed the guard in one thought.

It was bounced back into the scabbard at a speed faster than when it was unsheathed, and the seal was resumed, making the sword ring with frustration.

Then he calmed down.

Yue Shiru was dumbfounded, then he said with satisfaction and sincerity:

"Master Qi's swordsmanship is extraordinary!"

The young Taoist priest started by learning the Hunyuan Sword Canon. His sword skills were pretty good compared to the description in the Hunyuan Sword Canon. However, he thought of the arrogant Dao Lord, so he just said, "I haven't even gotten started yet. This can only be called sword skills at best. I'm still a long way from being able to master the Dao."

"This sword has been sealed and refined for hundreds of years, without the nourishment of spiritual energy and the cultivation of Yuan Qi."

"Although he is still fierce now, he is not as powerful after all."

"That's why I was able to stop it. If this sword was in its full strength, I definitely wouldn't be able to stop it."

Qi Wuhuo asked curiously: "What is the origin of this sword?"

Yue Shiru explained, "There are sword cultivators in our sect, and they need to find minerals and spiritual materials to forge swords themselves, so that they can truly communicate with the sword. However, this sword was not forged by the founder himself. I heard that there was a strange phenomenon thousands of years ago. At that time, there were two months every year. In certain places, if you looked up, you could see two long blood-red rivers flowing from the sky."

"There are sword schools that understand the blood river, know how to kill, can cut off cause and effect, and carry out the killing."

"It was considered a grand event. Later one day, a brilliant stream of light suddenly split the dusk and dawn, and cut the long blood-red river surrounding the galaxy in half. The aftermath of the stream of light actually stretched across the sky for three months without stopping."

"Then the long bloody river disappeared."

"At that time, a Taoist elder was searching for it and saw half of the blood river falling into the Nine Abysses of the mortal world. He took great pains to salvage it. It looked like a sword embryo, but no matter whether it was an extremely hot flame or an extremely cold spiritual fire, it could not temper this sword, and no one could communicate with the spirit. However, this sword, if used simply, can defeat 90% of the weapons in the world."

"Later, the Blood River Sword Sect started several fights over the sword, and there were also many disputes after it was taken into the sect."

"In the end, the Blood River Sword Sect perished because of this sword."

"A great sword sect with tens of thousands of people died in the end. When people went there, they only saw the collapsed palace of the sword sect soaked in a long river of blood. This sword was stuck upside down on the mountain, drinking the sea of ​​blood. It was forged with the blood and souls of countless practitioners during the thousand years of conflict."

"After that, whenever it fell into the hands of others, it would lead to fighting. Later, the sword's owners all died in accidents. The spiritual nature of the cultivators was clear, so they naturally stopped chasing after this thing and avoided it as much as possible. It was not until it fell into the hands of the master for hundreds of years that the murderous aura of the past was eliminated."

"But even though Master can control it, he is often attacked back."

"I built Lianyang Temple and renamed it Lianyang Sword, hoping to use the energy of Zhongzhou and the light of the sun to remove the murderous aura from this sword."

"I just never thought that it would not disappear for hundreds of years."

Qi Wuhuo only knew that the sword was ferocious, but he didn't know that it had such a past. Then he remembered that the sword seemed to be especially obedient in front of the Great Dao Lord, so obedient that it could be said to be scary. Could it be that there is some connection between this sword, or the Blood River, and the Black-Clothed Great Dao Lord?

The young Taoist thought about it and let the idea go, not dwelling on it.

Still the same as usual.

However, Yue Shiru was still feeling indignant over the past two days.

It is not that I am not confused about Qi.

Instead, he had set up an altar in the name of Dao Zong to the Yujie Mountain God a few days ago and told him that there was evil spirit leaking out there. As a terrestrial god, he would not interfere in human affairs, but the leaking of evil spirits and the spread of miasma and evil spirits were one of the responsibilities of the God of Heaven and Earth. However, the Yujie Mountain God only took his elixirs, spirit stones, and talismans and then disappeared.

Not a single fart came out.

Just say, "This god already knows, you just go away."

If not for this, how could things have been so miserable that day, and how could the people have been in so many dangers?

Hey, good mountain god! Maybe he thought I would die there, so no one reported this to the higher-ups? !

Yue Shiru prepared the materials for the altar, incense, and many spiritual fruits as offerings, and then set up the altar directly.

There is no need for any Dharma drum.

That is what is needed for the highest level of Xuantan method.

He just opened the altar and paid homage to the local land god. He stepped on the Yu tribe, raised the seven stars with his sword, and a fragrant aroma rose up. He also burned a yellow talisman, but he was meticulous and did not make any mistakes. This altar requires talismans, seals, magic spells, secrets, and magic tools to work together. Finally, he shouted:

"The heaven and earth are natural, the foul qi is dispersed, the mysterious void in the cave is shining and bright!"

"Yue Shiru, a disciple of Dao Sect, please come to see the God of Land!"

The spiritual charm dissipated, and the Taoist held the sword solemnly.

Accompanied by waves of spiritual charm, Yue Shiru felt a little relieved.

Soon, a light laugh was heard, and the surrounding clouds changed. The energy of the earth veins rose, as if it was not an ordinary place in the human world. There were wonderful flowers that never faded in all seasons, and there were rare magical herbs in all directions. Someone murmured calmly:

"This temple is small but has great power. It can withstand your kneeling down on both knees."

"The sky is high and the sun and moon are long, they deserve your respectful title!"

His tone was calm and ethereal. It was obvious that the visitor was not an ordinary land god, but the head of one quarter of the land in the more than one hundred districts in Zhongzhou City. His appearance had already shown his status as a land god. Then, clouds and aura flowed, as if a real god from heaven had come, stroking his beard and sighing, like an old man in the world who lived a long life. He smiled and asked, "Little Taoist, what can you ask me..."

The old man was leaning on his cane, his tone calm and smiling.

It has three parts of kindness and seven parts of majesty of the earth god.

Yue Shiru was just bowing and asking when the old landowner glanced at the place and his expression suddenly froze.

He raised his eyes slightly and saw a young Taoist peacefully flipping through the Taoist scriptures under the old tree over there. There was a little Taoist holding a small bowl filled with bright yellow millet and feeding chickens. He saw that the young Taoist was wearing a plain blue robe, with his hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, his eyes were peaceful, and there was a sword box on one side and a five-stringed zither on the bluestone.

The young Taoist lowered his eyes and looked at the Taoist Canon. It seemed that he had finished reading it and was about to look up.

!!!

The expression on the God of Land's face froze in an instant, and in his heart he uttered the rude words commonly used by demons and humans.

He just came out with the cloud, turned around, and went straight back into the soil before the cloud dispersed.

Come at your leisure.

When I left, it was as if I was escaping for my life.

Yue Shiru was dumbfounded, and almost instinctively shouted: "Land God?" The old land god was frightened by this shout and immediately released his burrowing technique. He was just outside the Taoist temple. Yue Shiru rushed up to him, grabbed him, and said: "I was just talking about the dereliction of duty of the Jade Jie Mountain God..."

It would have been better if he didn’t mention the Yujie Mountain God.

When I talk about old land, my scalp almost goes numb!

In an instant, I thought about all the bad things I had done from the age of three to now.

The old man wanted to break free, but his muscles and bones were sore and numb that he had no strength and almost cried:

"You are a disciple of Dao Sect. I have no grudge against you. Why do you have to fish me out like fishing?!"

"I have been the God of the Underworld for two hundred years, but I have never done anything evil. At most, I secretly drank some wine from Ling Miao Gong. That shouldn't be a problem, right?! Sometimes I also secretly ate some incense. I made small mistakes. Everyone makes mistakes, but I didn't make such a big mistake. You shouldn't treat me like this!!!"

Yue Shiru was puzzled and said, "I just wanted to say that the Jade Festival Mountain God was derelict in his duty, and I hope that the Earth God will report it to the Lord of Zhongzhou Lingmiao."

The old man pulled his sleeves vigorously, lowered his voice, and shouted hurriedly: "What else do you need to report?"

"The Yujie Mountain God, as well as the mountain god of that mountain, were both killed by a single sword!"

"Let go! Let go!"

"God of a mountain?!"

Yue Shiru was also extremely shocked and said, "How is it possible! Who killed them all with one sword? God of Land, tell me clearly..."

"Ahh, let go of your nose, are you kidding me?"

"Of course he was struck to death by the Five Thunder Judge of Zhongtian Beiji Exorcism Institute. Who else would be so murderous?"

Yue Shiru's expression suddenly changed: "!!!"

"Zhongtian Beiji Wulei Judge?!"

The wooden door of Lianyang Temple was ajar before and then fell back. During the argument, a hand pressed the wooden door and then slowly pushed it open. The sunlight was warm, and the sleeves of the Taoist robe fell like ripples on the clouds and water. Yue Shiru was puzzled and turned around and shouted, "Master Qi, come and help me. I just want to ask the Earth God. This time it's a big event. Even if it's impolite today, I have to ask clearly..."

Before he finished speaking, the well-dressed old landowner broke free from the Taoist priest as his hands loosened.

Yue Shiru turned around and saw that the young Taoist was quiet, with his sleeves hanging down, and his eyes were clear when the sunlight fell into them.

Seeing that the old landowner only took three steps forward, he bowed to the young Taoist holding the sword case, and said with great respect and trembling body:

"Little God, Liu Sheng, the Great Landlord of the Seventy-three Wards of Zhongzhou Prefecture."

"Greetings to the Judge of the Five Thunders of the North Pole of the Central Sky, Master Qi!"