This north-south river was called the Green Crossing River. The river water was noisy and the surface of the river was twenty zhang wide. According to legend, the ancient Taoist immortals once rode a green reed here to carry people across the river. The young mad monk's straight line to the east allowed the people of Jianghu to figure out the general route. A group of spectators had been waiting here for a long time. At first they were scattered, but later they involuntarily gathered together. They were really afraid of the monk's irresistible force and were afraid of being killed by an innocent person. They felt that if they were in a group, their chances of survival would be higher. Even if they were unlucky enough to step on that straight line, they would all die together and be companions on the road to the netherworld. Therefore, fifty to sixty people gathered together. The fish and the honest people were mixed together. There were Jianghu heroes who had been famous for a long time, there were Jianghu heroes who hid their heads and tails, there were Jianghu heroes who had only just entered the Jianghu, there were nameless pawns who had entered the Jianghu, and there were also young heroines whose beauty made people drool. There were a few pairs of old enemies, but at this moment they did not have the time to draw their swords against each other, but they were all secretly on guard. Several popular heroines either approached the famous heroes with smiling faces to flatter them, or they were politely accosted by many Jianghu men with cold faces. In the present Jianghu, where people who carried bricks and fought street battles dared to call themselves Wulin people, it was like the Yellow River and the mud and sand. It was impossible to expect everyone to be as free and unrestrained as Đồng Thái Li Chungang. A few years ago, there was a young talent who had a good reputation who threatened to imitate the ancient people and perform a feat similar to crossing the river on a reed. He really succeeded and won countless cheers at that time. It was a pity that within a few days, he was exposed by his Jianghu peers, saying that the reason he was able to step on the water and float across the river was because of an iron chain that hung a few feet below the surface of the river the night before. He had no choice but to retreat from Jianghu dejectedly. And this was where the brilliance of Jianghu lay. You would never be able to guess what kind of magnificent feat a true genius would achieve, and you would never be able to predict what kind of joke the next person would be.
The sudden stop of the young monk, who had already made a name for himself, made those onlookers who thought that the useless monk would directly cross the river tremble. They were afraid that he would be like a pedestrian who saw an eyesore and would stretch out his foot to crush the nest of ants. However, what happened next not only relieved the onlookers, but also gave them a great surprise. They saw a stranger in white coming from the opposite bank of the Qingdu River. The stranger's vision was blurred, and it was hard to tell whether the stranger was a man or a woman. The stranger crossed the river, and the young monk just happened to come back to his senses after holding the water and looking at himself in the mirror. He tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and rushed to the river surface. The two people separated as soon as they touched each other. The Mad Monk, who had always been invincible, was actually stepped on by the man in white on his bald head. The man in white floated back to the east bank, and every time he stepped on the mud, there was a muffled sound. The Mad Monk also fell back to the west bank, staggering like a drunkard and shaking his sleeves like an actor.
The power of one step made the turbulent river suddenly stagnate. It was not until the two people landed that the river regained its momentum.
The young monk, whose kasaya was in tatters, did not hesitate to cross the river for the second time. The man in white also crossed the river to intercept him. This time, the man in white stomped hard on the monk's chest.
The whole river under the two people shook. In the eyes of everyone, the man in white, whose face they finally recognized, was handsome and valiant. Of course, he was the immortal who had not appeared in the world. Although he looked young, he must have lived for hundreds of years. The useless monk, who was worthy of being called a devil in a kasaya, was destined to be stronger than the immortal today. This time, the two sides, who were at the apex of the righteous and the evil, retreated to almost the same place as before. Looking from afar, it was impossible for the onlookers to notice the difference. The man in white was expressionless and did not care about the admonition of not doing things more than three times. The monk, who had once been Mahavairocana on Mount Lantuo, also waved his sleeves and swept across the river. This time, the young monk, who was wearing a pair of tattered straw sandals, pushed out his palm and pressed it against the sole of the man in white's shoes. This time, they were in a confrontation. Visible ripples of Qi clouds appeared behind the two people. The monk's figure fell, and his straw sandals slid a hundred feet on the river's surface and floated straight back to the shore. The man in white's speed of retreating was slightly slower. However, the monk stood on the shore near the water, while the man in white's landing point was more than the previous two times. This situation made the onlookers feel anxious.
The monk lowered his head and looked at the straw sandals that he had casually woven. The onlookers were in a daze. A battle of life and death between masters was often decided by a hair's breadth. Was this crazy guy who sang the useless song all day in a hurry to be reincarnated? Or did he not regard the man in white as a mortal enemy at all? Was it really as he sang, heaven and earth were not worthy of his attention? Fortunately, the man in white did not disappoint the onlookers. After retreating three times, he did not show any signs of fatigue. This time, he did not cross the river in one step, but jumped to the center of the river. With the tip of his foot, he picked up a water column as thick as a bucket. The water sword pierced forward fiercely, and the man in white followed behind it. The nameless monk with tattered straw sandals and a torn kasaya gently raised his head and raised an arm to cover his hand. He used the sleeve to cover his hand to form a secret mudra. The water sword fiercely hit the monk about three feet away. It was like an egg hitting a rock, shattering with a loud bang and blooming water splashes all over the sky. The man in white did not retreat, and even used the Demon Subduing Mudra to break the monk's sleeve mudra. The two mudras were in a deadlock. The man in white raised his leg and kicked. The monk smiled and let the leg sweep across his neck. His body flipped in the air, and when he landed, he was already in a sitting position with his fingers bent like a firefly. It was too wonderful for words. The man in white seemed to be really angry. For the first time, he spoke coldly and slapped the monk's bald head with his palm. "Five Characters Absorbing Track!"
The monk took the palm head-on again, still in a sitting position. His body spun and he sat on the surface of the river. The river water rolled down south, but he floated on the water without moving. The man in white retreated to the place where the young monk was sitting. He raised his right hand and a water sword was pulled out from the river water. She, who had once fought with Đồng Thái in Dunhuang, slashed down on the head of the Acalanatha Wisdom King. The water sword broke. It was unknown whether it was the holy monk of Mount Lantuo or the crazy monk of Liu Songtao from the Devil Cult who sank half of his body into the water. He lay facing the south with his right hand supporting his chin. He became more peaceful and carefree. However, thousands of water droplets were splashing on the surface of the Qingdu River. Perhaps because the spectators were too noisy, Luo Yang, who had killed her way to Beimang Empress and Tuoba in Beimang, waved her hand and splashed the water like arrows. Fifty to sixty people would die on the spot without exception.
A young Taoist wearing a Wudang Taoist robe ran for a long time and finally caught up with the murderous rain. He stood between the spectators and the splashing water. He drew a circle with his hands and gathered all the water droplets in the big circle between his hands. It turned into a water ball that was almost as tall as a person and then pushed it into the river water.
Luo Yang frowned.
The young Taoist did not speak to the man in white. Instead, he said to the crazy monk who was slowly getting up, "If the breeze is useful, turn the book for me. If the Kunlun is useful, I will go down the mountain. If the grass is useful, I will know whether it flourishes or withers. If the meditation is useful, I will seek peace of mind. If the river is useful, I will quench my thirst with a ladle. If the sun and moon are useful, I will follow my heart. If I am here, I will go somewhere … "
It seemed like he was talking nonsense, but in the end, this Wudang Taoist had given his own opinion on the crazy monk's useless song. Unexpectedly, after the monk stood up, his eyes were no longer turbid, they were as clear as spring water. His hands were behind his back. In the blink of an eye, his appearance had changed more than a dozen years. The young monk had turned into a middle-aged monk. His previous ignorance and bewilderment had been swept away, replaced by a vigorous air that looked disdainfully at the world. At this moment, Liu Songtao was the Ninth Cult Leader of the Devil Cult at his peak. Standing on the river surface, he cast a glance toward the young Taoist priest. Then he turned his gaze toward the white-robed Luo Yang. With a chuckle he said, "The current Jianghu is really an eye-opener. I remember at that time in the World Sword Forest, there was a sword immortal Wei Cao. He recklessly rode his sword to pursue the Deer Mountain and stabbed my abdomen. I returned the favor by stabbing his sword into his mouth. His body was hung on the top of the mountain. The number of enemies I implicated was really too many. But when I roamed the Jianghu for the last time, I rarely met an opponent who could be considered as my equal. That kind of Jianghu was lifeless. But now it is different. "
Luo Yang only responded with a cold laugh.
Liu Songtao lowered his head to look at the kasaya and fell into deep thought.
Shaking his head, Liu Songtao raised his head and said with a laugh, "It doesn't matter if you can't figure it out. Since I clearly remember who I am, I can't come here in vain. I don't care who you are. Since you want to stop me, I don't know when I will lose my consciousness. How about we make a bet? Let's bet if I can make it three hundred li to the east. If you lose, I will go to Zhulu Mountain. If I lose, you will be the Cult Leader of the Devil Cult after Liu Songtao. "
Luo Yang calmly said, "If you hide, don't talk about three hundred li, you won't even be able to make it thirty li."
Behind her, a big red fish with a carp's body and dragon's whiskers appeared.
Liu Songtao laughed loudly and raised his hand to borrow a sword from the waist of a spectator. He held the sword horizontally across his chest and flicked his finger. The sound didn't come from in front of him but from the ninth heaven. "The world only knows that Liu Songtao is a devil who willfully slaughters the innocent. He has always liked to kill people with his bare hands. Only one person knows the difference between Liu Songtao with a sword and without one. It's funny that in that generation of Jianghu, including Wei Cao and Wei Cao, there were at least five land immortals. After I came out of seclusion, none of them were worthy of Liu Songtao drawing his sword. "
Liu Songtao looked at Zhulu Mountain three hundred li away, his gaze gentle and intoxicated.
"You said you wanted to see the elegance of a sword immortal with your own eyes, so here I am. That time, I was late by six days. This time, I might be late by a whole hundred years. "
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