Kakka ~

The long sword moved slowly, but Yang Yu's heart was surprisingly quiet.

He changed his fate and had the intention to avoid the pursuit of the court, but he would not post all the subtleties on his illusory fate in the end.

The power of enlightenment is not only that.

The fate of change is subtle, but through the purple gold swallowing treasure gourd, he can burn fate.

And this is the real horror of Tongyou.

Just imagine, what kind of light will burst out if a fate that should have been used for a lifetime, dozens or hundreds of years burned out in an instant?

And the fate of shocking in the gourd is more than a thousand?

Can it be ignited in one moment? Can it be defeated by the Grandmaster?

The blade was cold and his heart was burning. Yang Yu concentrated his energy and slowly pulled it out. Even if this move may have a huge backlash or even future troubles, he would not care about it.

If you see the weak, you will be better; if you see the strong, you will be lower. That may be the way to protect yourself, but that is definitely not his way.

If you can only swing the sword at the weak, then what kind of sword can you practice?!

Huh!

There was a dead silence in the mountains and forests. Looking at the young man who slowly drew his sword, not to mention the many six gate captains in the mountains and forests, even the archers on the flying eagles could not help but be moved.

What is a Grand Master?

It means to create and teach the truth. Only those who have great achievements in one way can be called a great master.

For Confucianism, like Xu Wenji, who started in the short end and reached the temple, traveled throughout his life, wrote books and theory, founded academies, taught and preached, and was known as the great master.

For martial arts, if you melt the hundreds of classics and open up one path, you will be a master, with a qi reaching all the orifices and a hole through the mystical gate. Martial arts can be inherited by later generations and a master.

Such an existence can be called Taiyue Beidou in the martial arts world, and it can be named a marquis and generals in the court!

His status is no less than that of the lord of a state. Even before a king or a prince, he can also discuss friendships equally. He is a real and true master!

For example, Duan Qilong is one of the four great masters of the Six Gates. With a command, hundreds of thousands of heads in three states will be used for it!

Not to mention Dao Ren Lin, he was famous in the world twenty years ago and was hailed as the number one person under the Martial Saint!

At this time, the young man who had only been in the industry for three or four years, was less than a young man and had no cultivation level, faced the majesty of the two great masters and dared to take the lead in drawing his sword!

"Good boy!"

Qi Liuyi's chest was undulating, his fingers were clenched, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

Such aura, such courage, such a character...

If it weren't for the wanted criminal in the court, he would have wished he could get drunk for three thousand cups!

“Haha~”

Looking at Yang Yu who was slowly drawing his sword, the two great masters looked different. Daoren Lin shook his head and laughed, but he couldn't help but compare the hidden dragon in his heart.

For a moment, a faint regret arose in my heart. It’s no wonder that Sier seems to be in love with such a brilliant junior, but it’s a pity...

"I'm so brave. No wonder I dare to kill Nie Wendong, secretly learn the true skills of the royal family, and even more domineering to my six doors..."

A strange color flashed in Duan Qilong's eyes, but a cold feeling appeared on his face:

"But, do you really want to draw your sword?"

His tone was plain, but there was an unquestionable majestic momentum flowing through his eyes, pressing like a mountain, making people and animals in the forest lose their voices and insects hold their breath.

The invisible murderous intent turned into a substantial cold current and blew across the entire mountain forest, causing everyone to be both physically and mentally cold, their scalp numb, and several heads closer to Yang Yu retreated slowly.

"Sir Duan!"

Finally, Yu Fengxian couldn't help it. She took a step forward, and the Qinglong sword was heavily stationed, and her words were cold and harsh:

"The six gates of Qingzhou have long become a place where dirt is hidden. Yang Yu lurks in it. It is my assignment. If you want to have an attack, there will be many things for me!"

Bang!

The long sword beeps, the air waves are like a tide, and under the faint golden light, Yu Fengxian's eyebrows and eyes are full of evil spirits.

"The princess is polite."

Duan Qilong seemed to have seen Yu Fengxian just now, raised his hand and bowed, and said:

"This place is dangerous, Qi Liuyi, don't take the princess down!"

"You dare!"

Yu Fengxian glared at him, Qi Liuyi stepped forward without expression and wanted to take action. The former did not give in and drew his sword to face each other.

"The commander doesn't have to."

Seeing this scene, Yang Yu was also moved, but he did not want to involve her. The debt of favors was difficult to repay. He had already left the Jinyiwei, and she didn't need to stand up for herself.

"Shut up too!"

Yu Fengxian was quite angry. Yang Yu drew his sword to disrupt her plan. Now the two great masters were attracted to the attention, and it would be too difficult to let him escape.

“Ha~”

Duan Qilong looked down at him, his eyes were cold:

"You know that you are also guilty. Although I have no right to interfere with the royal family, if you really insist on blocking and protecting this villain, then..."

Yu Fengxian was standing in front of the sword, and the true energy was surging, and the surging blood and the void was filled with mist, without any allowance:

"What do you want?"

"Why is this?"

Duan Qilong's face was slightly dark and his tone was slightly cold:

"You can't protect him, and insist on doing this. Duan can only take you down and go to the royal palace to apologize..."

At this point, his heart suddenly moved, and Daoren Lin seemed to have some sense. The two of them looked into the distant night in no particular order.

Trepidation!

I saw the eagle roaring and the clouds surging. One of the wings spreads, the big eagle three feet away arrived, and fell into the mountains and forests between the rolling airflow.

"What if I want to protect him?"

As the air flowed, the old sound echoed in the night forest.

Many people looked up from all over the mountains and forests, and they saw the cloud eagle spreading its wings. It was vague to see the old man with white hair and slightly hunched over it.

"call!"

Seeing the big cloud eagle, Yu Fengxian breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't know what she remembered and was worried.

"Mr. Xu?"

Duan Qilong's brow frowned immediately.

If there are those whom he fears in Qingzhou, besides Daoren Lin and Wei Zhengxian in front of him, there is only this old Confucian scholar.

The temple is not a world of martial arts. In addition to force, it also has background, qualifications, connections, and reputation. The old man in front of him is beyond his ability except for force.

Huh ~

Listening to the echoing sound, Yang Yu's tiger's body shook slightly.

Seeing the old man with a frost on his face, he felt a heat in his heart. Inexplicable emotions surged into his chest and called out 'Old Master'.

"Xu Wenji."

Seeing the person, Daoren Lin suddenly smiled, his eyes so cold that they were almost frozen.

The martial arts catastrophe that was straddling the world was the initiator of this person's "governing the country in all directions". How could he not recognize this person?

He noticed Lin Daoren's intention, Duanyunlong took a step forward, and his momentum was like a mountain pressing towards him. The Flying Eagle Arrows, who were flying in the night, were also ready to go.

At the same time, looking at the old man, sighing slightly:

"Why do you know that you can't do anything, why should you come..."

"I'm here, what do you think?"

Waving his hand and refusing Qiu Zhanyu's support, Xu Wenji slowly stepped down the eagle and walked towards the forest. Wherever he passed, he saluted and avoided it.

Even a master-level existence like Qi Liuyi bowed back.

Hearing this, even if he was silent about Duan Qilong, who was of noble birth like Yu Fengxian, who was rude to the noble family.

The old man in front of him started from a short period of time, walked through the world, guarded the border, ruled the state government, and reached the temple. He had no magnificent life, but he had already become the three great masters of Confucianism.

After 70 years of hard work, the weight of his weight is immeasurable.

He still remembered that when this scholar was demoted from the capital, the civil and military officials of the court, and even the princes and kings all went out to see him off, and even the emperor sent people to secretly protect him and sent him thousands of miles away.

What can he do with such a person?

"Sir, you are affected."

Yu Yang also put the knife into the sheath, bowed and smiled bitterly.
To be continued...