Chapter 15 Chapter 15 Xinyin Swordsman

Lang Fanyun originally thought that the other party was clever, but seeing that he was protected by a master, he would have given up on Lian Xiuxiu.Even though it is possible to take this beautiful woman away, it is not more difficult to escape the pursuit of others with one more person on him. If you count who is the most unpopular in the capital, Xue Mingyu will definitely be elected. Lang Fanyun listened carefully, feeling very surprised. Unexpectedly, no one can block him for a moment, moreover, the winner is determined by one move, the opponent is defeated and injured, and has no strength to fight.

With such superb martial arts, even a lesser master of the black list like Mo Yixian might not be able to match, who could it be? Lang Fanyun ignored the fierce fighting on the deck outside the cabin and the screams that sounded almost one after another, listening to the whisper of the Qinhuai River gently caressing the hull, and smiled softly to Lian Xiuxiu showing her white and neat teeth. Said: "Miss has made an appointment to return, and the waves are turning over the clouds, and I don't dare to be arrogant. I will definitely come to the boat to find you again within three days."

Lian Xiuxiu's pretty face suddenly turned pale, and said in a trembling voice: "Xiuxiu will enter the palace tomorrow to prepare for the scene of the emperor's lecture, will you still come to the palace to find me?" Lang Fanyun smiled and said: "Don't worry! If I want to find you, unless you go to the Guanghan Palace in the sky, Lang will always find a way." When Lian Xiuxiu heard that he compared herself to a fairy, she bowed her head happily and said: "Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, Bi Haiqing is heartbroken every night, what's so good about being a fairy, you...don't forget to come and find Xiuxiu."

The sound of fighting outside the cabin stopped suddenly. Qibo and Hua'er retreated into the cabin from the outside. Lang Fanyun knew that the two were guarding the door, so he was not worried about their safety. He greeted the two with a smile, and picked up the half bottle of Qingxi Liuquan and said calmly: "This man is a master from Dongying. , The saber technique is ruthless, and he is always a guest from afar, let me greet him on behalf of the lady, and see him off by the way!" I didn't know how he moved, the man had already arrived at the door, and just stepped out of the bow, a saber aura struck straight Slashing his forehead, the murderous intent was strong enough to freeze a person's blood.

Lang Fanyun didn't even look at it, he flicked his finger and hit the blade. The sound of "ding" shocked the poets and prostitutes who were watching in panic on the boat from far and near. The masked man shook slightly, and raised the blade again. He could have used another move to attack, but he said "Hey!", and then backed away. The knife couldn't help drawing to Lang Fanyun, faintly sealing off all of Lang Fanyun's approaches. Lang Fanyun stared at him leisurely, and said gently: "Report your name!" The face-covered man in black exudes an astonishing murderous aura, and ordinary people will be terrified just by looking at it.

Lang Fanyun saw that the injuries of the person he shot down into the river were not fatal, so he knew that this person was merciful, nodded, raised his hand and drank half a bottle of wine, and dropped it on the board of the boat. "Who are you?" The voice was hoarse, but the voice was very pure, and no foreign accent could be heard. Lang Fanyun squinted at him, looked up to the sky and smiled and said, "I am Lang Fanyun." The onlookers who came ashore from the surrounding boats booed together, as if there was a big commotion. The number one swordsman in the world came here in person!

The man sighed: "No wonder!" His eyes suddenly turned solemn and solemn, and he held the handle of the long knife wrapped with several layers of white cloth with both hands slightly one after another. He moved the knife to the center of his eyebrows and straightened it upright. Turning the cloud, a huge saber energy rushed towards the turning cloud like a storm. His breathing became even and long, and the sound of breathing could be heard from far and near, and he was promoted to another realm in an instant. Murderous Frost. "Clang!" Lang Fanyun finally revealed his world-renowned Rain-Overturning Sword, and said with a faint smile, "Your Excellency can make Lang feel itchy, and you are proud of it."

The man said coldly: "Nonsense, I'll let you experience the 'Xinyinliu's Magic Sword Twelve Stages Technique' and you will realize that you are talking nonsense." Lang Fanyun laughed dumbly and said: "Emotions are moving in the middle and seeing the outside, how crazy! Look at the sword!" The dragon roared. The waves turned over the clouds and disappeared. Only dots of light remain. The Dongpu master let out a loud shout, and the long knife turned into a dazzling lightning, piercing into the spot of light. The sword qi and light suddenly disappeared together.

The onlookers who gathered on the shore of the boat, whether they knew martial arts or not, were shocked by the thrilling and spectacular scene in front of them, and even forgot to breathe. There is no sound on the Qinhuai River, except for the slow flow of the river and the blowing autumn wind, everything is still. All the lights within a radius of ten feet went out together. After the sound of "Dang", the lights came back on. The master of Dongpu raised his long knife high, made a posture of the upper section, stood on the edge of the boat, his eyes shot sharply. Lang Fanyun sword returned to its sheath, standing proudly, the light in his eyes shone.

A piece of black market slowly fell between the two of them, it seemed to be something like a hood. It was only then that everyone realized that the Dongpu master had lost his hood, revealing a cold, steel-blue face. Lang Fanyun smiled slightly and said, "Good saber technique, Lang Fanyun has learned it." There was no fluctuation in the eyes of the Japanese master, and he said coldly: "I am Izumi Ichiro, don't forget Lang Fanyun." Taking a quick step forward, changing from the upper right section to the lower right section, the hurricane brought by the knife wind condensed into a steel-like ferocious momentum and pressure, pressing heavily on the opponent.

Quan Yilang yelled violently, the man followed the knife, raised the knife over the top with both hands, and took a step forward. The distance between the two shrank to about ten paces. Quan Yilang's saber was more powerful, drawing a strange trajectory in front of him. His thin lips were pressed tightly, but beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The onlookers were puzzled, why did he seem to be struggling so much before fighting again? The long knife kept reflecting the lights on the boat and on the shore, shining brightly, making people dazzled. Lang Fanyun remained motionless, his expression as calm as still water, concentrating on this new master of the dark current. Izumi Ichiro's face became more solemn, and his feet began to step on a strange footwork, making footsteps that seemed to have no rhythm, but followed a certain law, knocking straight into people's hearts like a drum, making people feel chills. But Lang Fanyun knew that the other party was looking for his gaps and blind spots. His footsteps are the sound of death. Either he dies, or the enemy dies. There is no room for reincarnation. Quan Yilang yelled wildly, and jumped into the sky, the long knife in his hand turned into a sharp light, and slashed straight to the forehead of the waves. "when!" At some point, Lang Fanyun lightly held the Rain-Overturning Sword, seemingly erratically and feebly parrying the sure-to-kill sword. Spots of light sprinkled all over the sky, expanding and contracting indefinitely. Turn on the lights again. When the light came back on, the two stood in the same place before the second fight, as if they had never fought at all. Quan Yilang had a respectful look on his face, and said lightly: "The Rain-covering sword is worthy of the first sword in the Central Plains. I am convinced that I lost, and I am extremely happy. I just hate that I can't witness the decisive battle between Shuiyue Dazong and you in the future. Sigh. !" A bloodstain first appeared on his forehead, slowly extended to the bridge of the nose, and then fell to the center of the man and the chin. Quan Yilang's eyes darkened, and he said with difficulty: "He is the number one strategist in this country, he..." Speech interrupted. Turned over and fell, fell into the river with a "plop", and died on the spot. Lang turned over the clouds and walked to the edge of the boat, looked into the river, sighed softly, looked around the silent spectators, then turned to look at Lian Xiuxiu, who was leaning against the door to watch the battle, and said with a wry smile: "This time I saw off the guests so thoroughly, until now. Send him to the west." Lian Xiuxiu ignored Wan Dao's eyes on her beautiful face, and sent a sweet smile: "A hundred years of life is only a short time, but Xiuxiu hopes to have another chance to see off her husband." Lang Fanyun laughed, rose into the sky, suddenly disappeared into the void on the boat, and then saw his majestic back appearing on the far downstream shore, and then disappeared without a trace. That distance is at least ten feet away. If a Jianghu master can cross a distance of five feet, if he competes with others in the long jump, and the bet is money, then he will definitely become a rich man with a lot of money. Only now did everyone understand why Lang Fansha was able to become the opponent of the world's number one master magician Pang Ban. Facts are more convincing and shocking than anything else. In an ancient temple in the east of Xuanwu Lake in the capital city, a gray shadow entered over the wall, passed through the main hall, and entered the forest garden in the backyard. He took off the hood and stuffed it into the sleeves of his robe, revealing a straight face. He is tall, short, fat and thin, but he always gives people the feeling of being tall and straight like a pine and cypress. His bald head was branded with ring scars, and his pair of eyes were deep and calm, shining with the light of intelligence, but it didn't make people feel sharp. It looks very young, but it seems that it has lived a long time. This is because his face is as tender and smooth as a baby's, but that expression makes people feel deeply cultivated and full of experience in the world. He leisurely came to the door of a small stone house in the garden, stretched out his hand to pull the door knocker, and knocked lightly. Qin Mengyao's voice sounded in the quiet room: "The Zen master is back, please come in!" As one of the two holy places in the world, the supreme leader of Nian Zen sect, Liao Jin gently opened the door and entered with compassion in his eyes. There was nothing in the empty stone room except for two cushions. Qin Mengyao, with a dignified appearance, sat cross-legged on one of the soft cushions, with his eyes closed, he focused on this Taoist master who could be regarded as half a master, whose cultivation was no less than that of Yan Jing'an. Zen Master Liaojin sat down cross-legged in front of her, smiled slightly and said, "I have seen Han Bai." After a pause, he said, "I stayed in Mochou Lake for a while, and chased the two of them to the Ghost King's Mansion. He also intentionally attracted the attention of the ghost king and used them as a cover." Qin Mengyao said indifferently: "With the Zen master's Wunian Zen skills, it should be easy to avoid Han Bai's spiritual perception, but how can he avoid Fan Liangji's unparalleled magic ears?" Zen Master Liao Jin smiled dumbly and said: "Now there are many masters in Jinling, the cranes are chirping the wind, and the martial arts figures who come and go at night are like crucian carp crossing the river. They have become the best cover for Jin, otherwise it will be difficult to hide this thief. " Qin Mengyao ignored the question and said, "What is Zen Master's impression of him?" Zen master Liao Jin showed kindness, and said slowly: "This man is sincere and genuine, and he is really a man of great wisdom, but he is still far away from Pang Ban. Liao Jin is really worried that he can't cure Mengyao. injury." Qin Mengyao's extraordinary beauty showed a look of apology, and said softly: "If Mengyao hinders Zen Master's heart, it is really an extremely sinful crime." Liao Jin laughed dumbly and said: "If you can't even care about your beloved disciple, what's the fun of being a human being?" Qin Mengyao's eyes shot out the color of gratitude. Liao Jin was slightly shocked and said: "Don't Mengyao feel that she is full of emotions? This is the first time I have seen such eyes." Qin Mengyao sighed quietly: "I wish I was really full of lust, and the difficulty of practicing Dafa together can be easily solved, alas! Mengyao's 20 years of pure cultivation is not for nothing. Although Han Bai's magic power is great, it is still not enough to make me feel better." Mengyao is willing to surrender." All fell silent. Qin Mengyao replied to Tian Ran, and said leisurely: "Does Zen Master disagree with Mengyao's choice?" Zen master Liao Jin looked up at the roof of the room, with a look of thinking and reminiscence in his eyes, and after a while he said calmly: "Back then you brought your master's handbook to Zen to see me, and the contents of the book have not been revealed to you. At this moment, I really want to tell you that Mengyao will understand my current mood." Qin Mengyao's beautiful eyes flashed brightly, and he urged: "Since it is the words of the benefactor, Zen Master, tell Mengyao quickly!" After seeing the rock carving on Zen Master's face that seemed to contain no human emotions, he let out a breath and said: "Jing'an pointed out in the letter that Mengyao's intelligent swordsmanship has surpassed the ancestors of all generations, and has reached the position of being the only one of the two holy places. So we can only guide from the side, and we must not impose our own opinions on you, because your thoughts will not be understood by us." With a flash of light in his eyes, he looked at Qin Mengyao calmly, and said word by word: "So In order for Ren Mengyao to read all the classics in the sect, only when you come to discuss with him, do you try your best to guide them, the main thing is to let you play freely, and eventually you can cultivate a peerless female swordsman who can resist Pang Ban. The monk's vision of Jing'an can only be described by the word 'subdued'." Tears flashed in Qin Mengyao's eyes, she lowered her head, and after a long while said quietly: "Thank you Zen Master!" Master Liaojin sighed: "Now there are two people who can make Mengyao fall in love. The first one is of course Senior Sister Jing'an, and the other is Han Bai. I hope there will be no third person, otherwise Mengyao will be in a doomed situation." You can never enter the avenue." Qin Mengyao's heart trembled, she glanced at Fang Yeyu's face, and sighed. Zen Master Liaojin nodded and said: "That's all I want to say. Mengyao rests here with peace of mind. Liaojin will personally protect Mengyao. If my prediction is correct, Li Chimei and Lengyan will do whatever it takes to kill her." Mengyao, so as not to have long nights and dreams. On the one hand, it can attack Bai Dao martial arts, and on the other hand, it can stop Fang Yeyu's obsession with Mengyao. Before the battle to block the river, there will be some storms in the rivers and lakes. The safety of the common people in the world depends on this For a while." Qin Mengyao said: "Is there any news about the Red Sun Dharma King?" Liao Jin shook his head, a smile escaped from the corner of his mouth, and said: "This old guy is elusive, the reason is that he cultivated the hidden secret 'Seal of Immortality', and if he misses a single blow, he will travel thousands of miles away, even though he is as clever as Pang Ban Or if the waves turn over the clouds, it is not easy to kill him." Qin Mengyao said: "So the real way to break the law is to kill him, why bother?" Master Liaojin frowned and said, "What I'm most worried about now is not this old guy, but Li Chimei and Fang Yeyu who are rushing to the capital. Once these two arrive, Han Bai and Fan Liangji will be in danger." After a long while, he sighed and said: "Li Chimei's Tianmei Ningyin has been accomplished. This is an extraordinary skill that has been passed down for thousands of years outside the secret domain. It uses speed to break through the physical limitations. No one has ever practiced it successfully before. Unexpectedly, After Chi Mei was defeated in the Central Plains, she cultivated this terrible secret technique, and the poor and the poor dare not say that they will win." Qin Mengyao said calmly: "The King of Ghosts is Li Chimei's old enemy for decades, Zen Master thinks what is the ratio of victory and defeat between the two." Zen master Liao Jin closed his eyes and rested his mind, and said: "It's hard to say. The ghost king Xu Ruowu has always been hidden and unpredictable. Seeing that he didn't personally come to chase the poor monk tonight, it can be seen that his eyesight is so good that he is not blinded by appearances. Directly pointing to the realm of the heart.” Qin Mengyao nodded and said: "Since Fu Ying and other seven masters entered the Wild Goose Palace a hundred years ago, the rivers and lakes have never been full of turmoil and murderous intent like this moment." Liao Jin opened his eyes and said: "The Wild Goose Palace has now become a myth in the legend. As for its exact location, even the Mongolians themselves are not sure. I still can’t find it today. Many people think that as long as you have the Eagle Knife, you can enter the palace, but this old man thinks there is another mystery in it, it’s not so straightforward.” Qin Mengyao asked lightly: "What did Yingyuan Living Buddha say?" Liao Jin said: "The living Buddha never mentioned the eagle knife, and he didn't even say a word after hiding in the palace, and the poor monk didn't dare to disturb his meditation." Qin Mengyao closed her eyes and stopped talking. Liao Jin smiled slightly and said, "The Eight Factions Alliance will hold a meeting of elders in three days. They have officially notified us to send representatives to attend, and the best representative is Mengyao. If you can go there in person, things will be completely different. situation." Qin Mengyao opened her bright and beautiful eyes, and Qi Feng asked like a protruding: "Senior Sister, how is she?" Liao Jin smiled like still water: "I don't know, I really don't know." The two exchanged glances, closed their eyes at the same time, and entered the realm of meditation.