The speed of flying sword reached the extreme. It didn''t fly far. A faint voice suddenly came from behind Yang Xuan.
"Step back!"
Then, Yang Xuan''s eyes showed a strong and incredible color. He suddenly turned back, but saw a huge light appear, instantly isolating all flying swords from the outside.
At the top of the light, an old man in black stood in the air without any brilliance. His eyes crossed a long distance and fell directly on Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan''s hair stood upright, and a strong sense of danger made him seem to fall into the ice cellar.
"Go!" Yang Xuan''s aura surged out, and his speed increased by a few points.
"Friends, if you come, be at ease!" the voice came into Yang Xuan''s ear, like a whisper in his ear, very clear.
Yang Xuan was shocked, and the Earth Spirit rushed out wildly, turned into a huge palm, and patted it to his side in an instant.
On his side, the old man in black stretched out a finger and gently touched Yang Xuan''s black palm.
There was no sound. It seemed that a tiny black hole suddenly appeared in the space, which completely absorbed Yang Xuan''s attack.
A trace of surprise appeared on the black robed old man''s face: "what martial arts is this?"
Yang Xuan stopped, he had to stop, because the space around him seemed to condense suddenly, dense as porridge. If he walked with his sword again, the speed would be a joke.
Yang Xuan stared at the old man in black. He looked very solemn and said, "master of humanity?"
The old man in black robe didn''t even have any brilliance. He stood in the void like that. He smiled and shook his head when he heard the speech: "my friend''s praise is absurd. Humanity is as difficult as heaven. How can our generation peep at it? I just touched a little fur temporarily."
Yang Xuan understood that the old man in front of him did not enter the realm of humanity. To be exact, it should be the peak of the sixth stage of five Qi, half a step of humanity.
"Who is your excellency?" Yang Xuan asked in a deep voice.
"I''m the deputy leader of biyunzong, Ling Wudao. I don''t know what to call my friend?" Ling Wudao smiled. He seemed to be a friend who forgot his years. He didn''t seem to be threatening at all.
At this time, other people of biyunzong have surrounded here.
"You all go back. This friend''s martial arts are very strange. I''m afraid even I can''t take care of him. You don''t have to sacrifice in vain." lingwudao didn''t look back, but said faintly.
Make no way under one person and above ten thousand people in Biyun sect. His words are like a decree. As soon as the words fall, all the people of Biyun sect retreat.
This is already outside Biyun sect. It is nearly ten miles away from Biyun sect. When all Biyun sect disciples retreat, there are only Yang Xuan, Meng Qingqing and lingwudao under the whole heaven and earth.
Seeing Yang Xuan looking at biyunzong, Wudao smiled and explained, "even if they can beat you, they have to pay a terrible price. It''s better for me to do it directly and save them all."
Yang Xuan is a little impressed by lingwudao. If every sect is a person like lingwudao, it''s terrible to think about it.
"What do you call a friend?" Ling Wudao asked again.
"Let me go." Yang Xuan reported a pseudonym.
He was surprised in Wudao''s eyes. His face seemed incredible. He slowly said, "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has Yin, Qing, round and short? Let''s go?"
Yang Xuan was also a little surprised that this water tune song spread so fast? How did it all reach Biyun sect?
Meng Qingqing looked at Yang Xuan strangely. What do you want to do, what is cloudy, sunny, round and short?
Ling Wudao''s face was already showing a happy look. He laughed and said, "I didn''t expect that Mr. Ren, a great writer in the literary world, came here. It''s really a sin to be old and welcome far away."
Seeing the surprised look on Yang Xuan''s face, he shook his head and explained, "Mr. Ren may not know when your bright moon has already spread in Qingxue City, and even began to spread outward. Mr. Ren''s name has long been known with this poem."
He smiled and then said, "not to mention that when I participated in the check-in that day, there were also my disciples of Biyun sect. Therefore, I have already heard Mr. Ren''s name."
Yang Xuan knew it. Unexpectedly, it was just a word plagiarized casually, which could make Wudao know his name.
But if you think about it, what kind of people are Dongpo residents? His water melody songs have been popular for thousands of years and have been called classics. Can people in this world catch up with them?
Ling Wudao sighed: "Sir, I''m really a great talent. I hope people will last for a long time. A sentence that tells the truth of the world is amazing. I''m afraid this sentence will become a unique voice in the world and won''t be heard again."
Yang Xuan''s face was slightly red. Although the situation was wrong at this time, he still felt a little embarrassed. As a plagiarist, he was praised so much, even with his old face.
"I''m flattered!" Yang Xuan said modestly as he thought of a way.
Make Wudao shake his head, his eyes full of admiration: "Mr. Ren is modest. Don''t say when a bright moon will appear. Just say that song full of river red. It makes people''s blood boil. I really wish I could immediately hold a long knife and fight hard on the battlefield. To tell you the truth, I heard a joke from Mr. Ren that day. I was thirsty for Xiongnu blood, ambitious and hungry for meat. With the blood boiling, I had something to gain in martial arts cultivation Thanks to your husband. "
Yang Xuan was dumb. It would be a sin if he could make Wudao read Manjianghong once and break through the realm.
The Taoist priest looked puzzled and asked, "I just don''t know. The Xiongnu and Hu Lu in this poem are the country there. I hope you can teach me."
Yang Xuan''s mind swept out, and the air around him was still very thick. It was very likely that he had fallen into a space in similar fields. Even if he ran away alone, it was impossible, let alone with a Meng Qingqing.
In desperation, he said: "the Huns and the Husu are remote and small ethnic groups, which have long disappeared, and here is just a reference."
Ling Wudao nodded and said, "I see. They must have been destroyed in Mr. Ren''s hands."
Then, he arched his hands to Yang Xuan and said, "I didn''t know it was Mr. Ren before. How much I offended. I also hope Haihan. Now I sincerely invite Mr. Ren to visit my Biyun. I will sweep my bed and treat Mr. Ren as my guest of honor."
Yang Xuan felt the still thick space around him and had doubts in his heart. He had already violated the taboo of Biyun sect when he came to save the people of Juling sect, not to mention that he also killed a venerable of Biyun sect, which made Wudao refuse to mention it. Instead, he greatly appreciated him and invited him to be a guest. He was the first to say that there was no plan in it. He didn''t believe it.
Ling Wudao seemed to guess what he was thinking. He looked at Meng Qingqing and said with a smile, "it''s just a young generation. Why don''t you let her go in Mr. Ren''s face."
Yang Xuan didn''t know what he wanted to say, but it was always a good thing to promise to let Meng Qingqing go, so he said, "thank you so much, elder."
"It doesn''t hurt, Mr. Ren. If I don''t sell this face, it will be spread out. Outsiders will scold me to death."
The alarm bell in Yang Xuan''s heart is so loud that the style of Wudao is really weird. He can''t help but be vigilant.
Sure enough, Ling Wudao continued: "Mr. Wen Ren is not only outstanding in literary talent, the bright moon is hanging high and shadow dances in the world, but also has deep attainments in numeracy, which makes a person very happy. I want to ask Mr. Ren for some methods of shadow measurement and lateral straightness. I hope Mr. Ren will give me some advice.
Yang Xuan was an inspiration. At this time, he understood everything.
Sure enough, it''s photogrammetry and PI.