Chapter 126

In the past, the plaque of Dingguo government was bashfully removed with the fall of the Dynasty and replaced with a new chapter. It is still famous in the capital - Quanfu.

The great momentum of the past has come to an end.

Even so, the Quan family still has a lot of power. The top leaders of the largest chambers of Commerce in the world all have their relatives. It's not too much to say that they are as rich as the enemy.

There are not only the square courtyard in the north, but also the elegant gardens in the south. Hundreds of servants are busy shuttling through the courtyard.

Lu Zhengkang and Mo Yun are arranged in Junxian residence near the East Street of Beijing city. They can walk out from the side door after a few hundred steps. The east street sells stationery and playthings. There is a strong cultural atmosphere, and there are often shop owners dressed as scholars roaring and sobbing.

Junxianju is backed by a lush Indocalamus forest. In winter, it is still tall and green, but the withered leaves are like flying feathers. The people who watch it are not sad. The stream in the forest flows through the arch bridge, into the culvert, and converges into the pond in the next courtyard. There are strange rockeries on the pond, and the momentum is just like that. There are willows beside the pond, and the long branches are reluctant to part with the water.

There is a pavilion in front of Junxian's house. The housekeeper is playing chess with Mo Yun, while Lu Zhengkang is sitting on a stone bench chatting with Quan Suhuan.

"Little master, to tell you the truth, I felt very kind when I heard your voice in the car, so I invited you to be my guest."

Lu Zhengkang said with a smile, "if you recite the name of Luyuan Bodhisattva, you must have entered the pure land."

Quan Suhuan showed a pious and happy smile. "It's nature. Bodhisattvas have great powers. The pure land of Moko wuliangfu is even more wonderful. Have you ever joined the pure land, young master?"

This long string of prefix words must have been the cattle that the monks preached. Lu Zhengkang said in a perfunctory tone, "of course."

"No wonder it's my Buddhist friend Little master, you can live here at ease. You can come and go whenever you want. No one will stop you. If you have any requirements, just tell people that they will arrange it. " Quan Suhuan's tone is flat, showing infinite confidence everywhere.

"If a noble man opens a golden mouth, I don't want to disobey him. However, if he gains something, he will lose it. Today he is supported by the benefactor, but I have to do something for him in return."

Quan Suhuan chuckled, "little master, I've seen so much. There are so many offerings from Quan Fu that it's not a problem for you to grow old all your life. But it's really valuable for you to have such a heart. Why don't you calculate the weather for me tomorrow?"

Lu Zhengkang shook his head. "It's such a small matter that farmers can tell the same thing. How can I use the poor monk's means in vain? Three months later, you will encounter a difficult matter, which will be solved by the poor monk, and the two of us are doomed. "

Quan Suhuan frowned and didn't feel happy, but he didn't say much after all. He got up to say goodbye on the pretext of physical discomfort.

One side of the housekeeper in a hurry, to see the outcome is difficult, unfortunately shook his head, also got up to leave. Before leaving, he specially said: "there are many elegant people living in Qike villa, a subordinate of Youquan mansion outside the city. You can visit it. In addition, there are several distinguished guests living in the mansion. If there is any conflict, please let us solve it. "

In the end, he shrinks his shoulders to catch up with Quan Suhuan and walks away.

Mo Yun is still wearing a mask. He's afraid of shame, so he doesn't untie it.

"Little monk Miaoji, how long do you plan to stay here?"

"If you eat well and drink well, you can stay for three months."

"But if you don't rely on others, my family should be lost. Why don't you borrow some money from Mrs. Quan? I'll go to look for the bad luck of those mountain bandits when I buy weapons, and I'll have to get my broken sword back!"

"Don't go out and show off your martial arts!"

Mo Yun stood up and said, "how can my martial arts be low? Even dozens of good hands can't get close to me. If I hadn't been attacked by those bandits, I would have been able to retreat! Not even here! "

" Hey, "Lu Zhengkang retorted," don't use 'exile' - to describe this good place! " He stood up and stood at the edge of the pavilion with his hands down. Although his body was small, his spirit was strong.

"What are you boasting about? Without that broken sword, you are nothing," Lu Zhengkang said with a smile. "Let me calculate. The ancient sword is a treasure, the God's first-class black jade sword, and the God's first-order skill, the heart sword Sutra. This is your reliance?"

Mo Yun frowned, not in a hurry to refute.

"No? Yes, when you are 16 years old, you can learn sword. When you are 17 years old, you can reach the realm of unity of man and sword. When you are 18 years old, you can understand the heart sword Sutra without any internal power foundation. Overnight, you feel your own Qi. These are the things that make you proud. "

Lu Zhengkang said with a smile, "indeed, you can be regarded as a genius. If I give you several hundred years, maybe you can really dominate the world."

The young swordsman was unconvinced. "Since he is a genius, why can he dominate the world for hundreds of years?"

"Apart from the fact that the remnant of the heart sword classic is at most a fourth level internal skill, it's extremely difficult to make it up. The biggest problem is the remnant sword."

"Why do you say that?""That sword is not yours, but that of the ancient swordsman. There is his intention in it. If you can't get rid of his influence, you will never be invincible, and you will never be the best in the world!"

No.1 in the world!

These four words seem to have some kind of terrible magic. Hearing them, the breath of Mo Yun stagnates.

The world, the world first, supreme.

After a strong vision is endless decadence, swordsman muttered: "I don't need to be number one in the world, I just want to be famous, I don't need to be invincible."

"Stupid! Stupid Lu Zhengkang was distressed. "When you are in close combat, do you want to think that you don't need to wield a sword, and the other side will also play chess and chat with you peacefully? If you have hesitation, how can you hold the sword in your hand? "

"Yes, yes, even if I can't be the number one in the world, I want to be the leader." The swordsman's eyes were fixed, and he took off his mask to show his handsome face. "I'm sure to use my sword to kill thousands of powerful enemies!"

The loud sword sound echoed in his chest, as if there was a nine day dragon in his heart.

The heart of the most powerful, once flourishing.

Lu Zhengkang looked at the energetic man in front of him and turned his mouth.

What a trick.

……

"How do you practice sword at home?"

"Three thousand swords in the morning, five thousand in the afternoon, and meditation at night. After four years, I just went out. "

"Empty talk, take the sword and attack me!" Lu Zhengkang throws a shining four grade chopping sword to Mo Yun.

The sword is three feet and eight cents long. It comes from Zhujian mountain villa. It cuts gold and jade like rotten soil. It is hung in the Qizhen Pavilion of Junxian residence and can be used at will.

Mo Yun raised his hand to catch the chopping sword, thinking, just to try the little monk's martial arts.

Draw sword, progress, stab.

The moonlight flows lightly on the sword ridge, like a layer of frost.

The blade cuts through the dull winter air, like a fish swimming in the white river tracing its source in the quiet water.

The tip of the sword, dim in the wind, is completely engulfed by the night. It seems that the sword is three inches short out of thin air. When it pierces the heart, the blood will give it the warmest glory.

Mo Yun's body and mind are gone with the sword, and the sword power has reached the point of no flaw. If the opponent can't break the sword power, he can't grasp his body shape, which can be said to be invincible.

An amazing sword, an introverted sword.

Just touch the body a little, the sharp and dense Hunyuan sword Qi will go against the heart and smash the viscera.

The remnant of the first level of God is also the power of the first level of God.

Close to the whole body of the little monk, the tip of the sword is visible. Three inches later, it reaches Jianjing point.

Mo Yun looks at the indifferent Lu Zhengkang and can't help feeling pity.

Sad boy, I don't know it's in danger.

The swordsman is confident to pierce the monk's clothes without hurting half a hair of Lu Zhengkang.

Ding -

a clear bell rings like a copper bell in front of the corridor, wandering among the bamboo groves under the moon.

The invincible sword was caught by a clean and tender tiger's mouth, and its owner, the proud swordsman, was standing in the air for a foot. All his energy and spirit were supported on the small tip of the sword. Now he was imprisoned by a smiling Shami and couldn't move.

"It's far from enough, Wanzi."