In the ancient tomb and deserted village, three masters of the Sword Sect came out together.

"The heroes compete for hegemony in all directions, and their merits and demerits will always be left in history. I ask who is the master of the ups and downs? A stroke of spring and autumn is better than a supernatural power."

Under Guangjue and Yao Chengyan's eyes, Chen Qiusheng, the Jianzhuyuan calligraphy master, was wearing a snow-white Confucian shirt, a white jade crown, and a spring and autumn pen. He uprightly, held a head and chest, and walked wide.

"The whole Jianchuan City is you the most annoying thing." Yao Chengyan said without hesitation, "Especially your poem, every time I hear it, I want to draw my sword and chop you."

"Facts have proved that you are not my opponent." Chen Qiusheng smiled, "Besides, what's wrong with this poem? The saints who write Spring and Autumn and are afraid of the treacherous and slander is the righteousness of the ages, and they are above all supernatural powers."

"Hmph..." Yao Chengyan snorted coldly and stopped talking.

From his poem title, we can see that Yao Chengyan firmly believes that the world is impermanent, just like the waves polishing stubborn stones, and finally becomes a beautiful jade after thousands of years. Thousands of hardships and supernatural powers appear, so his methods of practicing Taoism believe in great cleverness as clumsy, great eloquence as dullness, and great sounds as faint...

Unfortunately, his Taoism was not enough, and he could not do it. As a result, he just didn't argue. Every time he was scolded by Chen Qiusheng, he lost all his face. Several times, he drew his sword out of the sheath in anger and fought with the other party, but was defeated by the Confucian master "Spring and Autumn Pen".

Therefore, Chen Qiusheng is the person he fears the most in his life.

But what Yao Chengyan hated is not this. How can Yao Chengyan become the deputy director of Tianfeng Temple, manage all internal and external affairs of Tianfeng Temple, and let the leader Xing Jiuguan practice with peace of mind, how can Yao Chengyan not tolerate others?

What he opposed Chen Qiu's voice the most was the sentence "Spring and Autumn are better than magical powers"!

If the historical writings of the Spring and Autumn Period can surpass supernatural powers, where should the gods in the Heavenly Court be placed? Where should the magical powers and mysterious techniques of the Taoist sect be placed?

Is it tolerable, who can't bear it?

Therefore, when these two masters met, they never had a good color.

"Amitabha." Guangjue saw this, Gao Xuan's name and made a smooth move. "Two people will temporarily rest in the Thunder, let's deal with the tragedy in front of you first..."

"Master Guangjue, if it were any other time, I wouldn't be angry with you even if there was something wrong with him. But today is different..." Chen Qiusheng told Guangjue that he was guilty, turned to Yao Chengyan, and said angrily, "Old Zamao, do you dare to say that this tragedy has nothing to do with your Taoist sect?"

The Confucian masters have always been inappropriate and do not say anything. Today, they blurted out the words "Old Miscellaneous Maomao", which shows how angry the attendant of Jianzhuyuan is.

The village slaughter tragedy is something that has never happened in the construction of Jianchuan for hundreds of years!

"Bloody mouth squirted!" Yao Chengyan was furious, and the true energy swelled all over his body made the Tai Chi Taoist robe Wufeng automatically. "Evidence must be given in everything! Judging from the blood sacrifice technique, it was clearly done by the witch and ghost path in the southern border, so what does it have to do with our Taoist sect?"

"The Mid-Autumn Festival trial of King Shangwu is limited. This matter has been started by your Taoist sect and has nothing to do with Confucianism or Buddhism." Chen Qiusheng raised his eyebrows and said, "You must win over foreign thieves to test, it has nothing to do with us. But if we harm the civilians of Jianchuan, do we believe that our Confucian scholars have no righteousness?"

The three major swordsmen and the Confucian Sect Jianzhu Garden are the most low-key in Jianchuan, and at most they are a few Confucian disciples who drink and write poems in various restaurants and attractions, and rarely compete for fierce competition. Therefore, to a certain extent, the Jianzhu Garden in the minds of the heroes of Jianchuan seems to be slightly inferior to Tianfengguan and Zhuchan Temple.

But the facts are exactly the opposite.

There are two practitioners of Tianfeng Temple.

One is the master of the temple, Xing Jiuyi, whose cultivation is unfathomable. Behind it is the most important sect of Taoist sword cultivator and who is superior. Unless there is something special, this master of the great temple never takes care of it.

The second one is Yao Chengyan. His spiritual root talent back then was actually just a little better than Bu Chen and Mu Feixing. It was not easy to have today's cultivation, so he never dared to compete with Xing Jiuqian for power, and could only handle all kinds of trivial matters in Tianfengguan.

There was originally only one practitioner in Zhuchan Temple - the abbot Honglian Karma Fire and Gold Lantern Buddha.

This is a true Buddhist killing star, so fierce that no one dares to provoke him. But he has not been in Zhuchan Temple for many years, so ordinary knights have heard of his name at most and have never seen this legendary figure. If Guangjue had not been able to fully understand Buddhism recently and enter the Tao with martial arts, he would not have been on par with the other two.

The Confucian Jianzhuyuan usually does not interfere in the affairs of the world, but only teaches and educates people, rectifies people's livelihood, and is quite silent. However, the three masters of Jianzhuyuan have amazing skills and are all the best among monks. The lord of Jianzhuyuan, the high priest of Jiuyang, is also known as a sage, and their origins and cultivation are still above Xing Jiuguan.

After all, hundreds of years ago, the one who cut the Jianchuan with one sword was a Confucian master!

This point can be seen only by looking at Yao Chengyan, the deputy head of Tianfeng Temple, who confronted Chen Qiusheng several times and never gained the upper hand.

Just as Chen Qiusheng said, King Shangwu started the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Jianzhuyuan had no intention of intervening. But now there has been a tragedy in the deserted village, and Jianzhuyuan, which pursues the benevolence, can no longer sit still and watch!

If someone else questioned him, Yao Chengyan might ignore him, and even turned his eyes and said arrogantly, "So what?" But the person who asked was Chen Qiusheng, and it represented the high priest behind him, Zhan Baiyang, so he could only deny it.

"What's the point of not giving up a crime? I'm a Tianfeng Temple's reputation, how can you let the Confucian scholars slander?" Yao Chengyan said shyly, "If you can catch the evil cultivator in the southern border and ask for a conclusive confession, this matter is related to my Tianfeng Temple. If you want to kill and cut, the old Taoist will never complain at all. But if you speak nonsense, it will damage my reputation. Don't blame me for not letting go with you!"

Guangjue understood that the verbal dispute was meaningless and said again: "The key is to be an evil cultivator in the tragedy. Compared to both of them who have used the treasure of the Exploration, have they found any clues?"

The answer was Yao Chengyan first, and he also urgently needed to change the topic, "No. The mountain labyrinth is deep and the clouds are heavy, and any magic weapon is difficult to track. Alas... we have always suspected that the ancient Yun Sect had arranged a large forbidden method here, but now... maybe it was a stone left by the ancient Yun Sect that hit the foot of the younger generation..."

"Hmph..." Chen Qiusheng snorted coldly at Yao Chengyan, and then continued the topic calmly, "The ancient mountain lake in Shanlan is vast, with a radius of thousands of miles, and the area is almost equivalent to the territory of the Western Qin Dynasty. The evil cultivators in the southern border have adapted to such humid and hot environments. If we want to find a place to hide, we have no choice. I am afraid that we still need means to lure him out."

"Amitabha, this place is nowhere to be found." Guangjue said ten times, "I feel sorry for these more than a hundred lives, flesh and blood, souls, and souls are taken away, and there is no way to salvation..."

"If you can't find a clue here, it's better to go to the ancient tomb to look at it." Yao Chengyan suggested, "The evil cultivator's blood sacrifice to the living creatures, and finally he will attack the formation of King Shangwu. Speaking of which... King Shangwu should be responsible for this matter!"

"You are the one who wants to be punished!" Chen Qiusheng said angrily, "King Shangwu set up a ghost formation. Who hasn't seen us? The formation is very safe! Not to mention a village ten miles away, even a mile away, it will not be affected. Some people are not upright in their minds and use despicable means to reverse right and wrong, shirk responsibility, which is really despicable!"

He didn't say it clearly, and the audience also understood who "some people" were.

No matter how much the three masters took a step forward, they arrived at the ancient tomb for a moment.

There was no sound around the tomb, only some chaotic traces of fighting, and the rustling sound of the night wind blowing through the swamp shrubs.

The original ancient tomb ghost formation disappeared without a trace.

"This..." Yao Chengyan pondered, but didn't continue.

What does King Shangwu remove the formation mean?

Could it be that the Mid-Autumn Festival trial was announced and that this matter would be abandoned? This is not a good thing.

Although the Jade Emperor Temple uses its methods to attract the witch and ghost path in the southern border; the Tianfeng Temple ignores evil cultivators and allows them to do things. But they really want to obtain the inheritance of the ancient Yun Sect.

But he knew that the powerful King Shangwu was actually a paper tiger, and he could break it with one stab. The legendary Venerable Yun Sect has far less combat power than the legend. King Shangwu has no estimated status in Fengdu Ghost City. As for the robe troupe left before a Jiazi, it is even more worth mentioning in front of the masters.

Could it be that this game is really a slash? What should I do if the inheritance of "Wind and Thunder Sword Art" is there many people in the Taoist sect, who are eagerly looking at it...

The other two masters also had their own thoughts and considered the subsequent changes without saying a word.

At this moment, a whirlwind suddenly rose above the tomb, causing fog to cover the surroundings.

"Um?"

"Um……"

The three masters were surprised and flew back and watched the changes.

This gust of wind is not the yin wind of the ancient tomb, nor is it the method of ghost cultivating, but the authentic Taoist sect's breathing wind.

Could it be the Cloud Sect method?

The fog continuously poured the water vapor in the ancient zodiac into the ancient tomb, but it could not stop the eyes of the three masters.

Eighteen paper men emerged from the dirty and dark mud of the ancient tomb, with mysterious talismans sticking to their chests, and a bright light shone under the fog.

As the fog breathing energy poured in, the light of the eighteen paper men became brighter and brighter until the magic power was fully stimulated.

Eighteen paper men took steps, using their fingers as swords, and using their bodies as talismans to attract the wind and thunder of heaven and earth, and spread out a mysterious formation map.

The next moment, the weather changed.

The endless clouds and mist in the ancient mountain marsh seemed to be pulled by an invisible big hand. Over the eighteen paper men's dancing and rehearsal, they gathered into a dark cloud, followed by thunder and lightning, and the roar of strong winds.

The thunder as thick as a bowl was like sharp swords, falling from the sky and hitting the three masters directly.

The three monks moved their feet, each showing their mystery, and avoiding the first wave of offensives.

The eighteen paper men did not stop there, but instead took steps and moved forward in an orderly manner, causing violent whirlwinds around the formation, like a tornado tail, mixed with countless sharp blades of strong winds, cutting ahead like a vast and earth-shaking cut.

This move can only be done without rushing and dodging.

The three masters each used protective spells to resist endless wind blade cutting.

Chen Qiu's voice was righteous and vigorous, and Master Guangjue's Buddha's light was solid. Only Yao Chengyan was good at attacking but not defending, so he had to unsheathed the magic weapon behind him and was the first to launch a counterattack.

Yao Chengyan gathered the qi all over his body, and the three-foot autumn water behind him appeared in his hand. The sword energy was born in abundance, and the sword energy covered the body, separated the boundless wind blade.

He stepped on the sway and showed his top Taoist skills.

"Ziwei Tiangang Sword--" Deputy Director of Tianfeng Temple shouted in a deep voice, and the brilliant sword energy came out majestic, breaking through the layers of wind curtains, and hitting the body of the Eighteen Paper Man.

"Boom--"

In the dark clouds in the sky, another thunder fell, and burst into pieces with Yao Chengyan's sword energy, roaring with a powerful explosion.

The unique sword energy of the Taoist sect was actually shattered!

Yao Chengyan groaned, obviously suffering from minor internal injuries.

Seeing this, the other two masters no longer passively responded, but instead recruited them. The two religions of Confucianism and Buddhism came out with ease.

"The Wisdom Fire and Wisdom Sword Ask Prajna--"

The golden Buddha light, like the sun in the sky, igniting a raging flame, and thousands of wisdom fires cast a sword, breaking the obsession and reaching the other shore.

"The righteousness of the past thousands of years remains in history-"

The unique knowledge of Confucianism, the historical writing of the Spring and Autumn Period, brings together the righteous spirit of thousands of years into a vast ocean, and condenses the hearts of the people in the world. It is a pen, a sword, a character, axiom, a backbone of China, and a history of bamboo.

The two masters have combos, and their power is so powerful that they soar to the sky.

"Boom--"

It was thunder and loud again. In the operation of the eighteen paper men, lightning was like silver pythons all over the sky, staggering down, firmly blocking the combined moves of Buddhism and Confucianism, and the disintegrating energy was also wiped out by the wind blade.

However, the masters of the three sects had no desire to fight, and then they turned into opportunities to move the formation and retreated.

The formation could not find the enemy, so it retreated strictly to the ancient tomb. Eighteen paper men drilled back into the soil, and the dark clouds and mist dissipated, as if it was just a dream just now.

Seeing this, the three masters breathed a sigh of relief.

"What a powerful formation." Yao Chengyan said with lingering fear. Among the three, he was the worst at defense. The power of wind blade and thunder was almost unable to resist.

"King Shangwu is well-known." Chen Qiusheng exclaimed, "I see that the talisman on the paper man should have been recently refined, and the heat is not deep, so it can be combined into such a powerful force!"
To be continued...