The wise white lotus has five petals. Fang Xie, who had seen the strong defensive power of the white lotus, immediately thought of the old monk's wisdom when he saw the three-petaled lotus blooming in the ugly man's body. What happened after he was captured that day is still vivid in my mind.
Zhuo Buyi, the proprietress, Taoist Heju...
Under the joint attack of the six masters, the white lotus shattered, but the old monk Zhizhi took the opportunity to escape. One of the key points is that Fang Jie didn't figure it out. If the white lotus is the strongest defense condensed from the power of wisdom's cultivation, then why does wisdom disappear after the defense collapses
Where did he escape from
Fang Jie has not found the answer to this question until now, not only him, Fang Jie knows that even Zhuo Buyi and the others have not found the answer. People in the Sui Dynasty knew too little about the Buddhist sect, and they didn't know their practice method at all. During the more than one hundred years since the founding of the Sui Dynasty, those who really fought against the Buddha Sect were almost dead. The fierce battle of practitioners in Fan Gu twelve years ago was undoubtedly the most direct conflict between the two powerful imperial sects.
But there was nothing left from that battle, and there are only a handful of people who are still alive and their whereabouts are unknown. In Chang'an City, there was only one Li Nan who participated in that fight before, but he was still a deserter. Later, the proprietress went to Chang'an, but her cultivation was not among the strongest group of people, and she was a woman, so she was responsible for such things as rescue and ambush. There are not many direct battles with people from the Buddhist sect, and the understanding of the Buddhist sect is also very shallow.
Tonight, in the mansion of General Guide. Fang Jie saw the lotus again, which looked holy and pure.
The lotus of wisdom has five petals, but the lotus of this ugly man has only three. This is a gap in cultivation, and anyone can see it.
But what is certain is that there must be some close connection between this ugly man and wisdom. Fang Jie was more inclined that this guy might be a disciple of the old monk's wisdom. When thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of Chen Ya again. That plump and godlike jade, chic and elegant man. It seemed that the man in front of him and Chen Ya were two extremes. One is beautiful to the extreme, and the other is ugly to the extreme.
But the relationship between this man and wisdom is closer to the relationship between Dingbi Chenya and wisdom. Fang Jie personally sent Chen Ya to a dead end, but at the last moment Chen Ya did not use such a white lotus defense. He won't, wisdom didn't teach him this kind of cultivation.
Fang Xie thought a lot in a very short period of time, and used this little time to recover his strength. The counterattack punch of the ugly-faced man before was extremely powerful and heavy. Fang Jie relied on his strong body to hit it hard. Although he was not injured, his chest and abdomen twitched, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
At this time, Shen Qingfan showed shocking strength.
Although the giant sword that has not yet been fully formed is too domineering and fierce, although the outline of the sword is not clear or even rough, there is no doubt about the power of this sword. Those servant girls with the lowest cultivation level in the courtyard couldn't resist, and couldn't even open their eyes. And those two old stewards were actually bleeding from their eyes. When the giant sword fell, more and more people had blood in their eyes.
Shen Qingfan folded his arms in front of him, and his hands snapped together.
Then, the giant sword fell from the sky.
The extremely domineering sword intent was like a galaxy falling into the mortal world, slamming into the broken white lotus of the ugly-faced man. After a loud bang, the entire yard was almost sinking. The white lotus shattered and turned into a piece of shattered light flying all over the sky like a broken butterfly, gradually dimming.
At this moment, Fang Jie moved.
He didn't forget that after the old monk Zhizhi used the white lotus twice, he could disappear mysteriously. Therefore, at the moment Bailian collapsed, his body rushed out like a cannonball, concentrated his muscle power on his right arm again, and punched down hard.
Bang!
A puff of dust was blown up by this punch, and Fang Jie punched a deep hole where the ugly-faced man was before. It was as if a bomb had exploded in the yard, and this punch was surprisingly powerful. The violent wind swayed in all directions, making the clothes on the people's bodies rattle.
The dust and smoke cleared away, and Fang Jie, who was standing beside the pit, slowly retracted his right arm. Shen Qingfan and him stood on both sides of the pit, watching the bottom of the pit warily.
"It doesn't make sense."
Fang Jie looked at the empty pit and frowned.
"There is nothing unreasonable in the world."
Shen Qing fanned the hair hanging down from her forehead, then stretched out her hand, and something from the deep pit was sucked up. She turned her palm over to look, and found that it was a very disgusting piece of skin. Fang Jie took this half of his face and looked at it carefully, then he was startled suddenly.
"I couldn't see it when he put it on my face, but I got some impression after it fell off."
He murmured something, and then remembered the hysterical roar of the ugly-faced man before.
he died!
At the time, Fang Jie thought that the ugly-faced man was referring to his enemy when he called him dead. But now, Fang Jie finally understood why his roar was so stern. He died, and the dead person... should be the wisdom of the old monk. And the face in Fang Jie's hand is the face of wisdom.
Because Wisdom is a skinny old man, his face will be taut on the face of that ugly man. The original wrinkles have been straightened, so this face looks extraordinarily weird. Thinking of this, Fang Jie sighed slowly, "I think... I know who he is."
He looked down at the half face, thinking of the Sui man he had only seen once on Banyue Mountain. It was a Sui man who lost his soul and became a servant of wisdom. It was the Sui man who tricked Liu Shuang and the others into going up the mountain, and then Chen Ya went on a killing spree. Now many things became clear, because after the old monk Zhizhi escaped, there was only one person beside him.
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When Zhuo Buyi arrived, Fang Jie and Shen Qingfan were ready to leave. The distance of four streets took Zhuo Buyi a little time, so he was a little annoyed. Looking at Fang Jie's face, he pondered for a while and then expressed his opinion.
"It may not be that Sui man named Fang Henshui."
He carefully looked at this half of the face, and compared it with the face of wisdom in his memory: "Although I don't know much about Buddhism, I have never heard of Buddhism. Become a great practitioner within a short period of time. Although the inheritance of the Great Wheel Ming King is very mysterious, those Buddhist disciples were already very powerful before accepting the inheritance. After years of painstaking training by the Buddhist sect, they can be regarded as worthy even if they do not inherit the cultivation base of the Great Wheel Ming King You are a master."
"The small county policeman named Fang Henshui didn't have the physique to practice. His family was considered a rich family in the local area. His father once invited practitioners to make his son stand out, but he concluded that Fang Henshui couldn't do it at all. Cultivation. His martial arts are not very good, and he may be quite used to dealing with ordinary thieves. However, a well-trained soldier among the soldiers may be able to defeat him. How can such a person become a comparable man in half a year? A person with the strength of a ninth-rank great practitioner?"
Fang Jie asked, "Then what do you mean?"
Zhuo Buyi shook his head and said: "I'm still more inclined, this person is originally a member of the Buddhist sect. He can cast the white lotus, which shows that he is a disciple of wisdom. And he commits crimes with the face of wisdom... Maybe it is for a more real purpose. His master revenge?"
"No way!"
Fang Jie denied, "Those students in Upper Banyue Mountain have nothing to do with wisdom. If he wanted revenge, why didn't he go to you instead of Taoist Heju?"
"Because he can't beat it."
Fang Jie said firmly: "Because he knows he is not your opponent. If that is the case, why did he kill people in Chang'an City? A person who does not have absolute strength, why should he do this? He is not seeking revenge, but wants to kill people to hide his words. What."
Zhuo Buyi's eyes lit up: "You mean, the arrester named Fang Henshui got the cultivation base of wisdom by some means, but he didn't want to go to the Buddhist sect, so he returned to Chang'an... and he didn't want to To be recognized by others, he doesn't want to live a life of fear. He wants to go back to the Sui Dynasty and use his cultivation to stand out, so he must kill everyone who saw him at that time."
Fang Jie nodded: "That's almost what it means."
"Then it won't be difficult to catch this person."
It was not Zhuo Buyi who said this, but Luo Weiran who appeared in the yard at some point. He stepped up to Zhuo Buyi's side, took a look at the face and said, "If he is really the arrester named Fang Henshui, then he has his weaknesses exposed to us."
No one asked what the weakness was, because everyone knew it.
Fang Henshui still has parents in the fishing village of that small county in the south of the Yangtze River.
"It's none of my business."
Fang Jie shrugged his shoulders, as if he was not used to this kind of topic. He glanced at Shen Qingfan, and said softly: "Let's go back."
Shen Qingfan nodded, never looking at anyone else. Luo Weiran did not stop them from leaving, but sent someone to take care of the scene. He looked at the pair of men and women who left side by side, suddenly smiled and said, "Fang Jie is really a happy guy."
Zhuo Buyi also smiled: "Having such a powerful woman by your side may not be all happiness. At least... Fang Jie can't beat her."
Luo Weiran said: "Anyway, it is worth gratifying, not only that the murderer finally showed his face, but more importantly... Da Sui has another master who has advanced to the ninth rank. Have you seen her sword intent?"
"No."
Zhuo Buyi shook his head: "But I can tell that her sword seems to be more terrifying than Li Nan's. Li Nan's old age has advanced to the ninth rank, and the sword is more vicissitudes and less sharp. And she is so young, the sword will be more terrifying. It hasn't been formed yet... In a few years, who knows how terrifying she will be?"
Luo Weiran hummed, thoughtfully.
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East Eighteenth Street.
In the dilapidated courtyard, a figure fiercely fell from midair. He couldn't stabilize his figure, and after landing, he spat out a big mouthful of blood. He held on to the wall so that he didn't fall down, and there was hatred in his eyes. He hates, hates that his cultivation is not strong enough. Hating your opponent is far more beautiful than yourself. I hate why life is so hard.
Walking into the dilapidated room while leaning on the wall, he slowly slid and sat down.
Raising his hand to tear off the remaining half of his face, the hatred in his eyes became more and more intense.
"it was all your fault!"
He roared in a low voice, completely ignoring the blood still dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"I was ordinary, why did you change my life? Why didn't you kill me... why? If I were dead, I wouldn't be looked down upon like a lonely ghost. You can't go back ... Ha ha ... I can't go back either!"
"We can't go back..."
He leaned against the wall and cried bitterly, covering his face, but he didn't dare to make too much noise. Tears and blood flowed from his fingers, dripping to the ground.
"I want to be a master!"
He raised his head abruptly and looked out the window. His mind is full of that man named Fang Jie, who looks successful and powerful. He is a rare genius in the Sui century, and he has a promising future destined to flourish. As for myself... I live like a bereaved dog.
"I'm going to surpass all of you!"
He clenched his fists, his eyes fierce.
At this moment, he suddenly stood up alertly.
At some point in the dilapidated courtyard stood a man, wearing brocade clothes, holding a folding fan in his hand in such a cold night. I can't see his appearance clearly in the night, but I can feel that he has no malicious intentions.
"I've been following you."
The people in the yard said gently and kindly: "Don't worry, I have no malice towards you."
"Who are you!"
he asks.
The man in the courtyard smiled and said: "My surname is Qin, and my name is Qin Liuqi. Maybe you think my name is strange, and I will explain it to you later. If you don't mind, you can go with me to a place. There is someone I want to meet meet you."