Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

Chapter 57
The golden sun is hot, and the afternoon in Yushui City is even more difficult in summer.

A young Taoist priest wearing a tattered Taoist robe and carrying a mahogany sword flowed out of the subway station against the crowd.

There is no other reason, the little celestial master, who is omnipotent in slaying demons and demons, was defeated by the security check because the mahogany sword was too sharp.

Well, for reasonable reasons.

After waiting for more than half an hour in the heat wave, I waited for a bus that was expected to return to Qingyao Mountain.

After several confirmations by the bus master that it was a Taomu sword, and that Lu Chen was not mentally ill, the young Taoist priest got on the bus with the flow of people.

Most of the residents around the secret place in the western suburbs were evacuated, and the nearby buses were not crowded.

Obviously, the few fellow travelers did not associate the young Taoist priest in front of him with the god who looked like a heavenly man in the live broadcast a few days ago.

Lu Chen sat in the corner happily and quietly, the consumption of forcibly tearing open the reincarnation channel was almost made up by the dragon and tiger golden elixir.

This time in the Western Suburb Secret Realm, almost [-]% of the potency of the Golden Dragon and Tiger Elixir had been consumed.

The sword slashes the monster snake, seduces the catastrophe, and forcibly dies.

It was too much consumption for Lu Chen.

But it's not bad, after experiencing many crises, Lu Chen's cultivation has reached the threshold of Zhenxuan Realm.

Let the dragon and tiger golden elixir run slowly in the dantian.

The "Lvzu Sword Classic" in my mind, which was met by chance, is lying next to the seal of the celestial master, shining slightly.

At the beginning, the young Taoist priest just wanted to keep the souls of Mengwei and other battlefield heroes from flying away, but he didn't expect that such an unintentional move would bring such a great surprise.

With a thought in his mind, the young Taoist summoned the ancient bamboo scroll.

The bamboo slips were slowly spread out, and a sharp aura of a sword came out vividly, and two lines of large characters came into view.

In the eight hundred and autumn years since I became Taoist, I have never taken a human head with a flying sword. '

Although there are two lines of ink marks, the sword intent is so sharp that it hits the mind, making people's mind swayed.

The continuous stream of information was like flowing water, washing Lu Chen's body and mind like crazy.

Lu Zu, Lu Chunyan (I know the original name, but I deliberately changed it to an honorific name for the sake of evasion, and the previous titles of the gods are also the same. If you know the old man, you don’t need to popularize science, thank you!) can be said to be the ancestors of sword immortals, poetry and wine. It is the gift of an immortal, and the most exquisite seven swords in Lu Zu's lifelong swordsmanship are recorded in the Lu Zu Sword Classic.

The ancient scroll in Lu Chen's mind gradually turned into seven sword-shaped streamers, hanging in the mind of the young Taoist priest, with a different ancient text printed on each sword mark.

Lu Zu's seven swords, one is called Dang, the other is called Zhe, and the third is called Zhen.

Among the seven swords, only the first three swords can be seen clearly by Lu Chen, and the remaining four swords are like phantoms, which cannot be seen clearly.

This is the same as Taoist Tianzang.

Obviously, the last four swords can't be matched by the current Lu Chen.

Before Lu Chen could react, the first sword light flashed into his mind like a rainbow.

'Drunk strokes the black beard Mishima dark, angrily draws the frost sword ten continents cold. '

Fourteen majestic and majestic characters appeared in Lu Chen's mind. The huge characters seemed to be vivid, and gradually pieced together a phantom of a figure holding a sword.

On the opposite side, there are endless monsters in the sky.

The sword-bearer exudes a sharp aura that cannot be overshadowed, and he has no fear in facing the demons and evil spirits all over the sky.

Lang laughed, and the sword-bearer rose into the air, and the three-foot long sword from his waist suddenly came out of its sheath.

A sword swung out, and thousands of monsters were shattered under the light of the sword.

With a radius of hundreds of miles, the sky and the earth are clear.

There is no more ghostly spirit.

Lu Chen, who had been traveling through the ages, suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp sword light flashed in the dark eyes, and the seal of the Celestial Master kept flashing in his mind.

When Lu Chen came back to his senses, the vision barely disappeared.

"Worthy of being the ancestor of the Sword Immortal."

The young Taoist murmured, unable to calm down for a long time, the scene of drawing the sword out of its sheath was constantly recurring in his mind, and there was also that unstoppable sword light flashing.

The sword light in his mind seemed to condense into substance, gradually becoming an inseparable part of Lu Chen's memory.

……

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Sending away the last few contestants who were trapped in the territory of the poisonous worm, a group of scientific researchers began to rescue the entire western suburbs secret realm.

Standing on the top of Chiyang Mountain, looking at the white jade coffin, Nan Huaiqin was lost in thought.

Ling Lin'er pressed the communicator in her ear, said yes several times, and then reminded the sixty-year-old man in a low voice:

"Teacher, Wudang Mountain has arrived."

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Sunset in the western frontier, Jinyang rests early.

The dull night almost covered the entire Qingyao Mountain.

The old Taoist shoes stepped on the bluestone steps, and the young Taoist priest with a sword in his hand walked lightly and leisurely.

Lu Chen didn't use body skills and armored horse talisman, but put himself very lightly, trying to integrate with Qingshan.

On the return trip in the afternoon, the bonus was sent to Lu Chen's account. Looking at the seven-digit number on the dim screen, Lu Chen felt nothing at all.

There was no joy and excitement before. Lu Chen didn't know whether he had inherited the mentality of a Taoist celestial master, or he had experienced too much and looked down on these things.

It just feels like the more storms you experience, the calmer your mentality becomes.

In the light of night, the young Taoist priest who was slowly going up the mountain seemed to feel something, and suddenly stopped.

Remove the old road shoes, and an oval emerald green locust leaf is exposed on the bluestone steps.

Leaning over, he twisted the locust leaves into his hands, and gently stroked the lines on the locust leaves with his fingertips.

Lu Chen raised his head slowly, looked at the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, and smiled faintly.

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"Mother, your illness is just right, don't be tired anymore!"

In front of the gate of Qingyun Guanshan, Fatty Ma sat on a red lacquered wooden box, panting out of breath.

The old lady Ma stood hunched over outside the mountain gate, ignoring her son.

Since Lu Chen stopped Laohuai and sent out the healing talisman, Mrs. Ma's body gradually recovered.

Old Madam Ma, who knew the ins and outs, has been guarding the mountain gate morning and evening for the past two days, waiting for Lu Chen to come back.

It doesn't matter if she waits, but Fatty Ma is exhausted. The vermilion lacquer box contains the things he collected from Qingyun Temple that day. After moving down the rugged mountain road several times, the puffy Fatty Ma has long been complaining.

But the old lady ordered that Fatty Ma can only be obedient.

On the other side of the Qingyun Temple, feeling the breath of the old lady Ma, the frequency of the branches of the old locust tree dancing in the mountain wind is a bit rapid.

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In the distance, on a protruding rock.

The great monk Puli sat cross-legged on the blue stone, twirling the beads with his eyes closed.

On the side, Jiang Shou, who had put on a human skin mask again, looked at the side of the road up the mountain with extremely strange eyes.

But after glancing at the mother and son waiting outside the mountain gate again, Jiang Shou hesitated, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, will these two be in trouble, or younger brother first..."

Pu Li said calmly without raising his eyelids: "This formation is more complete after seeing human blood."

Jiang Shou nodded meaningfully. Just as he was about to speak, the corners of the eyes of the human skin mask twitched when a thin figure kept approaching on the mountain road.

"coming!"

Jiang Shou suppressed the excitement in his heart and shouted in a low voice.

A pair of big hands rubbed together involuntarily, as long as he can get back the soul-detaining bell tonight and nourish the dying obscene charm, most of his strength will be restored.

At that time, you won't have to be restrained by the bald donkey Pu Li!
The burly monk opened his eyes slightly, and a demonic light flashed in his eyes. Looking at the young Taoist priest who was gradually falling into the trap, the corner of his mouth curled into a sneer.

The two watched the young Taoist step into the ambush, and the sneer on their faces became heavier.

In the night, just as the young Taoist priest passed by, a few illusory black shadows appeared in the dense shade of the roadside, flashing past.

Lu Chen's steps were still slow, as if he didn't know anything about the vision happening beside him.

"I thought it was some kind of tall man."

Seeing that Lu Chen didn't notice, Jiang Shou rolled up a trace of sarcasm, and said with a sneer, "Oh, that's all."

Pu Li sneered and said nothing, retracted his hands rubbing the beads into his sleeves, and gently stroked a few weird paper figurines with cinnabar dotted pupils.

Under the gaze of the two, the young Taoist priest who had been going forward stopped at the center of the Hundred Ghosts Formation.

……

Lu Chen stood on the spot, seeming to turn a blind eye to the ghosts that suddenly appeared around him, straightening his cuffs, Danfeng's eyes slightly lowered, and said with a cold smile: "I can't think of it, Pindao hasn't looked for you yet, so you send it yourself." Coming to the door."

"This is for the poor..."

"Saved a lot of hands and feet."

After finishing speaking, Lu Chen abruptly raised his head and looked in the direction of the two people in the forest, his eyes brightened.

　Thanks to Shuangduan's parents for recommending tickets and monthly tickets!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)