The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

As the wooden door slowly closed, Liu Qing had already withdrawn from the Palace of the First Emperor.

　　 Liang Yan looked at the girl who left, and she was full of emotion in her heart.

　　 "Unexpectedly, after a thousand years from our Liu family, there will be a pseudo-spiritual root...but this spiritual root is too incomplete and it is impossible to build a foundation..."

　　 Liang Yan sighed softly. It is impossible to say that he has no guilt for Liu Wanrou. But Liu Wanrou is only a mortal after all, and she is destined to be unable to embark on the road of cultivation, so his guilt also contains a hint of helplessness.

　　 After many years, I met Liu's younger generation again here. Although it is only a pseudo-spiritual root, it also makes Liang Yan love the house and Wu, and has the meaning of supporting her.

　　 Today's Liang Yan, his cultivation has reached the Golden Core Realm, and it is almost the same as when he entered the capital at the beginning of the year.

　　 He just used the great supernatural power to help Liu Qing clear the meridians and complete the entrainment of Qi into the body. With just a stick of incense, he allowed his junior to cross several realms and directly reach the seventh level of Qi Refining.

　　Although this method is too crude and not conducive to the future road of cultivation, the pseudo-spiritual roots in Liu Qing's body are too incomplete. If he cultivates normally, he may not be able to reach the seventh level of Qi Refining in his entire life, so how can he talk about the future?

　　 "I have sent you on the road of cultivation. As for how far you can go, it depends on your own luck." Liang Yan muttered to himself looking at the direction of the girl's departure.

　　 Actually, he didn't place much hope on his younger generation. Today, he gave her an opportunity. He just hoped that she could live this life freely and according to his own mind.

　　 After all, not everyone can build a foundation and embark on the road of longevity. To be able to learn some Taoism, to have no disease at a hundred years old, and to live forever, for an ordinary woman, it can be considered free and happy.

　　 Liang Yan sighed for a while, threw all these distracting thoughts into his head, and began to meditate in the room with his eyes closed.

　　 He just used his great magical power to help Liu Qing draw the air into his body, and his own loss was also huge. At this moment, he sat on the floor in the room, silently recovering his power.

　　 Two days passed in a flash.

　　 Liang Yan has stayed in Liu Wanrou's Palace of the First Emperor for the past two days, and has never left for half a step.

　　 On the one hand, he meditated here to recover, on the other hand, he wanted to spend the last two days with the deceased.

　　 At noon on the third day, Liang Yan finally got up, and finally took a look at the statue in front of the desk, then turned around and pushed open the wooden door of Xianhuangdian, and walked out of it.

　　 The sun fell on him, and there was a hint of depression in the warm spring breeze.

　　 Liang Yan had no joy or sorrow on his face, no expressions, he raised his hand and pinched a trick, then closed his eyes and felt for a while, then he determined the place he was looking for.

　　 The next moment, his body shape changed, and the whole person turned into a gray light, and in an instant, he disappeared in place.

　　...............

　　The Royal Palace of Yue Kingdom occupies an extremely large area, almost comparable to a large city.

　　 At this moment, on the square to the northwest of the palace, a tall ring was erected, and the ring was already crowded with crowds and seats.

　　Today is the day when the princess of the Yue Kingdom chooses the martial arts. In this arena, the young talents of martial arts will be determined, which is the future of the Yue State.

　　 On the ring at this time, there was a young man wearing a Confucian robe with an elegant temperament.

　　 He held a folding fan and smiled brilliantly on the high platform. From time to time, he slightly bowed his hands to the people in the audience and said some kind words on the scene.

　　 This person is Shen Xiuwen, a major disciple of the current Chinese teacher.

　　 He had already defeated more than a dozen martial arts talents in a row just now, and almost all of them were overwhelming victories, and they were no different in the arena held by the palace.

At this time, there was a lot of discussion under the ring, and a young man in linen exclaimed: "This person is so good. He has fought a dozen masters in a row, but his face is not red or breathless. Just now, the "Baichuan Kuaijian" left. Qiu Mu, hasn't he gone through thirty tricks in his hands?"

　　 "Hmph, what do you know!" A middle-aged man who looked like an elder beside him shook his head and said, "This person is the chief disciple of the national teacher, and he can learn all about his martial arts!"

　　 "What? A national teacher? Isn't he a monk? Can a monk's disciple marry?" The Mai boy seemed a little confused before, and asked several questions in a row.

"You are really a root of wood, don't monks have no lay disciples? This Shen Xiuwen is the chief disciple who has been trained by the national teacher for many years. It is said that he has extraordinary martial arts attainments. Even a few masters from the Heyue country can barely make a few moves. "

　　 "Can you play against the Grandmaster at such a young age?" The Mai boy was shocked: "Then in today's arena competition, I'm afraid no one can beat him, right?"

　　 "That's not it!"

　　 The middle-aged man sneered in his heart: "Today's ring game, to put it bluntly, is to serve as a foil for him, Shen Xiuwen. The Chinese teacher proposed to recruit a martial artist, in fact, he wanted his big apprentice to marry the royal family."

　　 He only dared to think about these words in his heart, but it would never be possible to say them.

　　 In front of the ring at this time, there was a young man in a yellow robe sitting on the dragon chair, and behind him, there was a chubby monk with a fat head and big ears standing.

"Guo Shi, your apprentice is not only good at martial arts, but also modest and polite. He is really a dragon and phoenix! If my Qing sister can marry him as his wife, it will not be regarded as insulting the royal family." The young man in a yellow robe said with a smile. .

　　 "Amitabha."

The short and fat monk behind him proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said: "The love of men and women is just a kind of practice in the world. The emperor does not need to care too much. Although Xiuwen is my disciple, he has deep roots in wisdom. Fan and the princess are married and will definitely bring the princess to practice together."

Hearing this, the man in the yellow robe nodded and said, "The master is so true! Even if you are a mortal and layman, even though you are the honorable of the ninety-five years, you still have to face birth, aging, sickness and death. Only if you focus on the Buddha and practice Buddhism, can you gain Enjoy longevity."

　　 Just as the yellow-robed boy and the short fat monk were chatting, the battle on the ring had already shown a side-to-side crush.

　　 At this time, Shen Xiuwen has lost five consecutive masters. So far, the entire square is silent, and no one dares to challenge again.

　　 The boy in Confucian robes still kept a polite smile, standing on the ring and slamming his hands at everyone: "Thanks to you, if no one is on the stage today to challenge, then Shen will get the first place by chance."

As soon as he said this, a voice in the crowd immediately shouted: "Master Shen is too modest. Among the younger peers in the Yue Kingdom martial arts, who is your opponent? Today, the husband and wife, I think you are determined. !"

　　 "Yeah, yeah! Son Shen's character and martial arts are all first-class. You won the position of cohort, and I am also convinced!"

　　 "Is there anyone who dares to dissatisfy Master Shen, that is to be an enemy of my Iron Horse Hall!"

　　 In the crowd, you almost all praise Shen Xiuwen. Obviously, there are many old rivers and lakes who have been around for many years. Knowing that Shen Xiuwen is already winning, he can't help but flatter.

　　 Shen Xiuwen was so young that he won the stars and held the moon. At this moment, he could not help but narrowed his eyes, standing on the stage vigorously, and from time to time he bowed his hands to everyone in thanks.

　　 At this moment, a crisp voice suddenly sounded behind the crowd:

　　 "I'm not convinced!"

　　 As soon as the voice fell, a young boy in a white robe jumped onto the high platform. Everyone was slightly taken aback when they heard it, and they looked at the ring almost at the same time.

　　 I saw this person with delicate eyes and beautiful eyes. He was obviously dressed as a handsome young man, but he walked lightly and had a graceful posture, especially with fair skin. Even most of the women would sigh.

　　 "Where is this little white face? Why have you never heard of such a person in the world?" Someone in the crowd asked puzzled.

　　 After hearing this, the person next to him laughed even more: "Let's choose a martial artist, not a little white face, how about you look handsome, don't be beaten up and cry!"

　　 Everyone is a joke about the boy who just came on stage.

　　 The young man seemed to have a very thin skin. After listening to everyone's comments, his face was already red like a ripe apple.

　　 He gritted his teeth, suddenly stopped, and said angrily: "Can you still fight? The following idiots are squeaky and crooked, annoying me!"

　　 "Making a fool!"

　　 At this moment, on the dragon chair under the stage, the young man in the yellow robe had already stood up, staring at the young man on the stage angrily.

　　 As the emperor of the Yue Kingdom, how can he not see that the boy who ran to the ring at this moment is his own sister, Liu Qing, who is disguised as a man!

　　 "You come down here!" the yellow-robed man shouted angrily.

　　 "No more!" Liu Qing curled his lips toward the audience and said, "Since it is a contest to win the championship, anyone can take part in the competition, why can't I?"

"you!"

　　 The man in the yellow robe seemed to be choked by her, and he was unable to speak for a long time.

　　 "Hehe, the emperor doesn't need to be angry, the princess is still a young and free temper. Since she likes to play, let her play on stage, anyway, sooner or later, she will be a family." The chunky monk said behind him.

　　 After hearing these words, the yellow-robed man's anger faded a little, and finally waved his hand: "Well, I'm usually too used to her. Let this girl suffer a bit today."

　　 "Don't worry, the emperor, Xiuwen knows how serious he is. After all, it is the future wife, how could he make a heavy hand?" The chunky monk chuckled.

　　 "Yeah." The yellow-robed man nodded, seeming to agree with him.

　　 On the ring at this time, Shen Xiuwen was also slightly surprised.

　　 But he reacted immediately, and couldn't help but said with a grin: "I didn't expect that the princess still has this kind of interest. Don't worry, after we get married, my husband can often accompany you to learn from each other."

　　 "Bah! Who wants to marry you?" Liu Qing said angrily: "I came on stage today to beat you into a pig head, so that I will never see your disgusting face again."

"Tsk tsk, it turns out that the princess still likes to play tricks!" Shen Xiuwen said with an expression of "I know you", chuckled and said: "How do you know that the more you resist, the more excited you are for your husband? Correct!"

　　 "Bah!"

　　 Liu Qing didn't want to talk to him any more, his whole figure moved and rushed directly towards Shen Xiuwen.

　　 "Hey, since you are so proactive, then the husband will accompany you to play with you, let's let you three tricks first!"

　　 Shen Xiuwen stood there and smiled slightly, with his hands behind his back, looking calm and unhurried.

　　 But before he could speak, Liu Qing had already rushed in front of him, and a violent wind hit him, actually curling up all his limbs.

"what?"

　　 Shen Xiuwen's face changed, no longer caring about his chic image, hurriedly stepped on the ground with his feet, and jumped up into the air.

　　 Liu Qing narrowed his eyes and pinched his hands hidden in his sleeves. A violent wind followed him like a shadow, chasing Shen Xiuwen behind him.

　　 This spell of hers, named "Wind-locking Technique", is one of the three secret techniques recorded in the bamboo slips Liang Yan gave her.

　　 Liang Yan killed a lot of people in the underworld, and some of them were low-level monks, who naturally took their storage bags. There are hundreds of low-level spells like this in the Qi refining period.

　　 "Wind-locking technique" is one of the easiest and quickest methods. Once it is successfully cast, it can summon the wind to lock the opponent's limbs, so that the opponent cannot use the trick to cast spells, let alone attack by its own brute force.

　　 Liu Qing's eyes were fixed on Shen Xiuwen, his hands hidden in his sleeves kept pinching, an invisible wind surged out, locking Shen Xiuwen not far away.

　　 Everyone under the stage, seeing them standing still on stage, thought that they were competing for internal strength, they couldn't help being surprised.

　　 "Is this little white face really a master, who can actually fight Shen Xiuwen internally, but still not let go?"

　　Shen Xiuwen would naturally not ignore their thoughts. He knew it was hard to understand now.

　　 Because his limbs were locked by a strange gust of wind, no matter how amazing his martial arts were, he couldn't show any strength at this moment.

　　 "Could this little Nizi practice the demon technique?"

　　 Shen Xiuwen was horrified, and UU read www.uukanshu.com all the sweat on his forehead.

　　 While he tried his best to make his internal strength resist the gust of wind, he secretly observed the opponent.

　　 I saw Liu Qing's mouth turned white, and her eyes were a little flustered. Obviously, the situation was no better than her.

"It turns out that this little Nizi only learned a scale and half claws. I think she can't hold on for long. As long as my luck withstands this gust of wind, I will be able to get out of trouble soon." Shen Xiuwen saw through this point, but her heart settled down. , Made up his mind to stalemate with the other party.

　　 But the next moment, he felt a slight vibration under his feet, as if something came rushing to him from the ground.

"what?!"

　　 Shen Xiuwen was shocked, instinctively aware of a crisis. He hurriedly mobilized the internal power of his body to maximize his potential, trying to break free from the force of the violent wind that was locked in his limbs.

　　 At this moment, Liu Qing who was not far away suddenly shook, as if finally unable to bear it, his body involuntarily took a step back.

　　 With her retreat, the power of the violent wind locked in Shen Xiuwen's body immediately weakened, allowing him to instantly regain his freedom.

　　 Shen Xiuwen was overjoyed, not daring to be careless, hurriedly running lightly and leaping forward.

boom!

　　 There was a loud noise, and Shen Xiuwen was in the air. Looking back, she couldn't help taking a breath.

　　 I saw a huge wooden thorn piercing out of the ground and piercing it straight up in the air. If I had been slow for a while, I was afraid that I had already been pierced through!