I, Jiajing, Emperor Longevity

Chapter 128 Li Chungang investigates the demons, and the old sword god re-enters the rivers and lakes

Talented people have emerged from generation to generation in the rivers and lakes, each leading the way for hundreds of years.

Is Li Chungang old?
His sword will never grow old, nor will he allow the day when he is too old to lift the sword.

Jiajing did not allow him to imprison himself for more than ten years under this dark tide-watching pavilion.

Slaying immortals, cracking the gate of heaven, letting the sky return to the sky, and the world to the world, how could his sword of Li Chungang be missing.

Without him, this world would be too boring.

Breaking through the demons, simple...

Just look at my mouth!
"Li Chungang hopes that every sincere swordsman in the world will be a green snake with two sleeves."

"Li Chungang wishes the world to be amazed and everyone in the younger generation can open the gate of heaven with a sword."

"This is your way!"

"Qi Xuanframe's bullshit and nonsense have ruined your life for half of your life. You know, that guy is reincarnated and reincarnated. After 700 years of cultivation, he still can't let go of his obsession. How can he talk about swords and Taoism?"

Jiajing's magnetic voice echoed in the dark basement.

Li Chungang's eyes finally gathered a little bit of energy, looking at Jiajing's face:

"Two-sleeved green snake! The sword opens the gate of heaven!"

"Two-sleeved green snake! The sword opens the gate of heaven!"

Mumbling to himself, he fell into chaos again.

"The green robe is about to return in reincarnation. If you miss it, you will miss it forever." Jiajing's words are not surprising and endless.

Hearing the words "Lvpao'er", Li Chungang's cloudy eyes shot out a faint sword light, and he shouted in a low voice: "Little baby, the strongest you are is a land god, and you are also worthy of talking about reincarnation and reincarnation."

Jiajing laughed "haha": "Qi Xuan's frame is Lu Dongxuan, Lu Zu reincarnated for the third time, just to return in a red dress in the world of mortals. Ten years later, Lu Zu reincarnated and went down to the south of the Yangtze River with a crane. Reincarnated, cultivate another 300 years of merit for the righteous way in the world, and seek to open a line of heaven and earth, so that the red-clothed man will soar."

"I already have insight into the future, why don't I deserve to talk about reincarnation."

Qi Xuan frame?Lu Zu reincarnated?

What a great secret.

The corners of everyone's eyes twitched: it's fake!
"Qi Xuanjiao is Lu Zu's reincarnation? That guy really got Lu Zu's way of heaven..." Li Chungang calmed down from his rage, and looked at the void: "You said that the green robe was reincarnated? You can use that illusion again, and let it go!" Let's have a dream, old man!"

"In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy all day long. You still don't want to wake up!"

in a dream.

A burly old man with a white beard left the city.

Dressed in a sheepskin fur, with a pair of hemp shoes on her feet, she is leading a seven or eight-year-old girl in green clothes. She walks like flying and outpaces a galloping horse. Fly on the grass.

They went all the way east, and came to a dilapidated yellow mud house, in front of which was a pond that had long run dry.

When the old man was young, he went down the mountain and traveled the rivers and lakes. He once bought a herring and a red carp at the market, and stocked them in the small pond in front of his house.At the beginning, he was extremely conceited, thinking that if he stayed in Jianghu for only half a year, he would be invincible in the world, and he would return bored.

After stabbing Fengdu Lvpao'er, he went to Zhanmotai and returned home with his ashes, only to find the house dilapidated.

The water in the pond is dry, the lotus leaves are all withered, and the two green and red tails in the pond are also missing.

Li Chungang climbed the mountain along the weedy mountain road. The top of the mountain was where he practiced his sword.

This cliff was touched by the sword energy of Li Chungang, who was vigorous and vigorous in his youth, and the ravines were criss-crossed and mottled.

Li Chungang came to the hillside, squatted in front of a barren tomb, and pulled out the weeds. The tombstone had no words, and only an unnamed sword from his youth was left to accompany her.

The old man in sheepskin fur looked at the mountain wall and said with a smile: "How can I, Li Chungang, decay and die of old age, how can there be a day when I can't lift my sword? Why would I want to fly away without you? There is nothing more interesting than being a fairy in the world. ?"

The old man looked back at the lonely tomb, and said softly: "I am the only swordsman in the world, Li Chungang, and I am the only one with the famous sword in the world. This is Li Chungang's way of swordsmanship before he was 30 years old."

"In the future, as you wish, as the old guy Qi Xuanzhang thinks, if the mountain does not come, I will go, if I don't go, I will go to the mountain. If there is a mountain blocking the way, I will open the mountain for those who come later. This is Li Chungang's way of swordsmanship!"

"Green Robe, what do you think of this sword?"

Li Chungang pulled out the ancient sword that hadn't been drawn for half a century, and with a light stroke, split the entire cliff.

Li Chungang raised his head and said loudly: "Deng Taiah, if I lend you a sword, do you dare to take it?"

A voice came from the sky like thunder, "Why don't Deng Tai dare? Thank Li Chungang for pioneering the way of swords for our generation!"

Toss lightly.

The sword flew out into the sky.

After the old man in sheepskin fur threw his sword, he didn't watch the magnificent scene where the immortal opened the mountain with his sword, but just sat in front of the grave.

The old man who had never spoken a word of love to a woman in his life whispered softly, just said to listen to her.

The sky was getting dark, and the old man in the sheepskin fur had blurred vision, dozing off like an old man in the twilight.

He opened his eyes with some difficulty, and saw a green robe trotting towards him.

He said softly: "Green robe."

Lvyi stood timidly in front of him, and said softly, "My name is Lvyu'er."

The one-armed old man was already on the verge of death, closed his eyelids, and raised his hand tremblingly, "Green robe?"

For some unknown reason, she was wearing the little green clothes. She reached out her little hand, held the old man, nodded and said, "En!"

"When the false is true, the true is also false, there is nothing to do, and there is nothing!"

"Li Chungang, you haven't woken up yet..."

"Li Chungang, you haven't woken up yet!"

Two lines of turbid tears rolled down.

Following that, a sword qi rolled straight up.

Tingchao Pavilion and Beiliang Prince's Mansion were all shaken by swords and soldiers.

"Green robe!"

There was a voice of reply among the northern cool peaks.

That was the sound of the sword, that was the chant of the sword!
Countless swords groaned in the sheath, and the sword energy surged and rushed straight into the sky.

During the heavy snow season, Li Chungang broke through the cage of self-imprisonment, stepped into the rivers and lakes, and entered the celestial realm again.

I saw the green light in Li Chungang's hand suddenly rise and rise again.

Even if he retreated from Baizhang, he could clearly see the sword energy in the old sword god's hand like a green snake. Before, it was just wisps, which could not be seen clearly. After a while, the green energy was as thick as an arm.

The sword energy was raised, and he cut towards Jiajing fiercely.

Li Chungang didn't seem to want to give Jiajing a chance to fight back at all, so he laughed loudly, taking power without mercy.

As far as swordsmen are concerned, the old sword god has faced countless enemies in his life, who can be more domineering than the two-sleeved green snake!

The sword of the old sword god is nothing more than rising and falling.

Watching the tide of Guangling in the east, stepping on the head of the tide and crossing the river.Looking north, tens of thousands of bison are galloping, and stepping on the body of the cow is like walking on the ground.Facing the vast ocean to the south, the huge waves slapped the head, and a sword blasted the river and sea.Went up to Mount Landa in the west, questioned the Buddha with a sword, and beheaded the Arhat23.

Li Chungang's sword power is rising again!
There is no end.

The great lake blooms, the wind and snow close, the mountains and plains are full of green snakes dancing.

In terms of swordsmanship alone, he is among the top three of all the people Jiajing met.

Lao Huang with missing front teeth, Wu Su with a big belly, Lao Kui at the bottom of the lake... all of them were moved when they saw the two-sleeved green snake of the old sword god again.

This is Li Chungang!
The rivers and lakes without the old sword god, the setting sun on the ancient roads, the rainy night at Fengqiao, the high-rise buildings, the dancing pavilions and singing stages, how much prosperity and loneliness, and all kinds of life's flavors are all in it.

With a glass of wine in hand, melancholy spreads, how lonely this world is now!
Lonely as snow!

All the monks in Beiliang came out, and those old women who were already grandmothers flocked to the streets, just to see the demeanor of their idols and recall the past when they were young.

One Jiazi, the old sword god is still romantic.

There were those elderly swordsmen whose eyes were full of tears, and then wept bitterly and shouted loudly.

"The sword god is not old! The world is not old! The sword is not old either!"

(End of this chapter)