Wang Xiaoping did not reply loudly. She retracted her gaze and looked at the mahogany sword in her hand. She said softly, "One sword is enough."
Wang Xianzhi did not travel fast on her way to Beiliang this time. If she traveled too fast, the long-awaited battle would become meaningless. However, she could not travel too slowly either. When the young woman surnamed Jiang forcefully opened the Gate of Heaven, Wang Xianzhi did not take it to heart at all. However, if it was Xu who did it, it would be hard to say. Huang Longshi, the devil who wished for the world to be in chaos, transferred the remaining fate of the eight fallen countries to Jianghu. All kinds of opportunities appeared one after another and chaos occurred. Martial arts geniuses such as Cao Changqing, Đồng Thái, and Chen Zhibao came out one after another. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a once-in-a-lifetime event. In the end, they were like bamboo shoots after a rain in the same spring. They did not care if there would be no harvest in the coming year. It should be known that many things were divided into big and small years. If the big year was too big, the small year would be too small. Among this large batch of bamboo shoots, the young man surnamed Xu was undoubtedly a rising star. However, his position was right below Wang Xianzhi, the evergreen bamboo!
In fact, Xuanyuan Qingfeng's defeat was not as unjust as he thought. For so many years, only Đồng Thái's flying sword, Cao Changqing's sleeve, Gu Jiantang's Thunder Core, the young Song Nianqing's Sword Qi at the end of its flight, and the Nine Yellow Sword Formation before his death were able to get close to Wang Xianzhi. It could be said that there were very few people who could get close to Wang Xianzhi.
Of course, the most recent one was the young Lord's fist.
Wang Xiaoping suddenly raised her head and smiled. "Wang Xianzhi, why are you standing so high up?"
After that, Wang Xiaoping slightly raised her left arm that was holding the sword. She twisted her wrist and pointed the end of the mahogany scabbard at the gorge wall. Her right hand gently patted the hilt of the sword.
The sword in her hand was one of the dozens of mahogany swords that were newly made this summer. Because it was not the best mahogany from Feicheng, the color was only slightly copper, not to mention the pleasant smell of the wood. After she lived with the useless monk Liu Songtao, the nearby villagers had heard that mahogany could ward off evil spirits. However, they did not dare to carve their own swords. It was not easy to find a traveling Taoist. At first, a fisherman asked Wang Xiaoping for a mahogany sword. Later, word spread and people came to visit. Wang Xiaoping... She did not refuse and agreed to give them all. However, she still owed eight swords owed owed eight swords. Mahogany swords were made of mahogany wood. Almost everyone on Mount Wudang had a mahogany sword. Before going down the mountain, Wang Xiaoping carried the Talisman Sword Shenshu, which made her an oddity. She remembered that when she first went down the mountain, her junior apprentice-brother Hong Xixiang sent her to the mountain gate's memorial archway. She smiled and said that she helped her senior apprentice-brother Wang carve half a mahogany sword. At that time, Wang Xiaoping went down the mountain with a sword. Why would she care about a mahogany sword that was within her reach?
The end of the mahogany sword, after a pat, gently tilted up.
"Rise."
Wang Xiaoping softly said a word.
After a moment of silence, there was a series of continuous rumbling sounds.
The gorge wall under Wang Xianzhi's feet, from bottom to top, was like a mountain-splitting sword "cutting the mountain" from the middle. The cliff was split into two halves. Rocks continuously rolled into the river, stirring up thousands of waves.
"The rise of the sword is already so bold. It seems that you want to learn from Li Chungang's unsheathing? Since you are only willing to use one sword, This Old Man will do as you wish. "
Wang Xianzhi smiled and lightly jumped down the cliff. His falling speed was not too fast. When his feet landed on the water, there was a huge rock that split out from the mountain. Wang Xianzhi stretched out his palm and held the heavy rock that was several people's height. He stepped on the river towards Wang Xiaoping.
He lifted the huge rock with one hand, but on the river surface under Wang Xianzhi's feet, there were only circles of almost invisible ripples.
Wang Xiaoping looked at the strange scene of the rolling rock on the river surface. For some reason, he thought of his Senior Apprentice-Brother's finger cutting off the Cang Lan River. It was not to show off the mystical abilities of the immortals on the mountain in front of the people. It was because of the sudden torrential rain. A few ferries swayed in the wind and rain. Only then did his Senior Apprentice-Brother stop the turbulent river water upstream until the ferries safely reached the shore.
In the past on the mountain, he, Wang Xiaoping, was the most diligent and obsessed with martial arts among his Senior Apprentice-Brothers. He always felt that his Senior Apprentice-Brothers did not take cultivation seriously. It was fine if they did not pursue immortality, but they did not care about the four words "Wudang will prosper". His Senior Apprentice-Brother Wang Zhonglou always said that there was no hurry. And that Junior Apprentice-Brother Hong who called him Little Wang Senior Apprentice-Brother, he always felt a little angry and resentful. But when he heard that his Junior Apprentice-Brother had really left the mountain one day, Wang Xiaoping felt that it would be better if his Junior Apprentice-Brother stayed on the mountain for the rest of his life to cultivate that unattainable Dao.
Wang Xiaoping completely forgot about himself, as if he did not see that Wang Xianzhi was already rushing over with the huge rock.
Wang Xiaoping smiled knowingly.
He remembered that when he was young, the Sect Leader Wang Zhonglou, who was both his Senior Apprentice-Brother and a loving father, always liked to throw a child high into the sky, and then hug him with a smile and say, "Catch!"
He remembered sitting on his Senior Apprentice-Brother Song Zhiming's neck, and going to the top of Big Lotus Peak to watch the sunset together. He remembered that when he was young, he defeated his Senior Apprentice-Brother Chen Yao, who was once said by his Master to be the most competitive, but Senior Apprentice-Brother Chen Yao did not feel any disappointment. He just turned his back and left. Afterwards, he heard that Senior Apprentice-Brother Chen was grinning from ear to ear. He remembered that every time his Senior Apprentice-Brother Yu Xingrui went down the mountain, he would always go to the Purple Bamboo Forest to find him to chat about some interesting stories down the mountain, regardless of whether or not he was impatient.
Wang Xiaoping returned to his normal sword-wielding posture, at the same time taking a step back with his right foot, his right hand grasping the Peach Wood Sword's hilt.
He slowly closed his eyes.
The side of the Guangling River where the middle-aged Daoist stood, the river water slapped against the shore and receded.
The iron pillar behind him that used to block the river began to shake violently, the foundation of the platform beginning to crack inch by inch.
Wang Xiaoping only thought of four words.
Wudang has a sword.
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