There was no signature, but Hongyangzi already knew who the visitor was.
This handwritten letter must have been written by Master Qingxuan Chen himself. Each stroke is like an inscription on the road, seamless and infinite, as if it were made by nature.
Even in terms of human calligraphy, it is enough to be passed down through the ages.
But if you carefully appreciate the meaning, you can see the idleness of the person who wrote the book, as if he just suddenly heard something and became interested, and then wrote casually to express his intention. After all, it is not considered serious.
It would be fine if he was an ordinary person, but he knew that this person had such a world-defying ability.
He even felt a little honored in his heart unconsciously, as if because he could still look up to his Taoism, he felt that his life of practicing Taoism was not in vain.
When Hong Yangzi was shocked to realize that he had such thoughts, he first felt not angry, but helpless.
Before he arrived, he had already given up in his heart.
After all, Huang Ji Fo was his opponent for most of his life, and in the end he completely defeated him. Thinking about it this way, it wasn't too hard to accept. Finally, the Taoist boy in the Taoist temple heard the temple master say, "Tong'er will keep this handwriting for a long time. In the future, it may be more precious than our fundamental Taoist secrets."
The night is as cool as water, the distant lake is like a mirror, and it is like ink under the cold night.
The moon in the sky is already very big and round, the lunar moon is intact, and the Taoism is perfect.
Shen Lian and Chao Xiaoyu sat on the small building facing the lake, quietly watching the bright moon in the center of the lake. As the water ripples, the full moon spreads out, and the waves are dotted, as if the stars are reflected all over the lake.
Chao Xiaoyumei's eyes wandered, looking at Liuhui, and he said leisurely: "The scenery tonight is very beautiful, I like it very much."
Shen Lian said: "What night is there without the moon, what night is there without this lake, it's just that others are not as leisurely as you and me."
Chao Xiaoyu focused on Shen Lian's long white fingers, which looked like sculptures made of ivory, with no trace of pores visible. These hands can perform shocking Taoist skills, and can also perform unparalleled sword skills, killing people and saving people, all with just a thought.
She has never appreciated a person so much. Shen Lian is the first and definitely the last.
Chao Xiaoyu smiled slightly and said, "That's right. The most rare thing in this world is the word 'leisure'. If you achieve it, you will be happier than a god."
Shen Lian sighed: "Xiao Yu, you are wrong. Being a god in the human world is not a happy thing."
"You are closer to immortals and Buddhas than me. It seems that I can't refute your statement." She said with a faint smile.
"Xiao Yu, you are wrong again. Becoming an immortal or a Buddha cannot be separated from human nature. In the end, the sacred immortal Buddha is just a real sentient being who can escape life and death and is still in reincarnation." Shen Lian said leisurely, as if Tell a truth.
"No matter what, it's great to escape life and death temporarily, but some people may not understand this." Chao Xiaoyu pointed out.
Shen Lian said softly: "Since you don't understand, then just go and die."
The fingers, which were as white as ivory sculptures, turned into death's scythe in an instant. In the moment of a thought, his fingers moved the void, and a slight trembling sound was heard, like the sound of a flowing spring under a moonlit night. In an instant, a heavy water column appeared in the calm lake water.
The wind howls, everywhere.
Shen Lian's magic power can reach anywhere in a radius of one mile, and it is so subtle.
Every drop of lake water becomes an extension of his perspective, and every drop of lake water can carry his magic power.
What is the difference between him and the immortal Buddha at this time? The Tao is endless and the Dharma is endless.
The quiet lake suddenly became violent, threatening to engulf the small building facing the lake in an instant. Jimo Peak towers into the clouds in the distance. It is silent for eternity, and it turns a blind eye to the roar of the lake.
In the sound of water, in the sound of wind, the sound of heartbeat melts into it, seamlessly, without any difference.
Even with the most exquisite spiritual awareness, one cannot even think of distinguishing the difference.
Shen Lian didn't seem to notice the difference.
The moonlight is like water, and the lake water forms waves. In the void, half of the sword tip slants out, pouring down like running water.
This sword has the unpredictable power of ghosts and gods. It has lost all mysterious changes and turned into a simple stab.
It's such a simple stab. Even if you practice it thousands of times, you may not be able to get it right.
This sword pierced the void, eliminated the traces, and was born in the void. It suddenly appeared, as if it contained light and shadow, and was as fast as lightning.
It wasn't until the tip of the sword appeared that murderous intent filled the small building like a tide.
This stab was directed towards Xiaoyu.
The tip of the sword broke through the moonlight, and a bit of cold light pierced Shen Lian's eyes, making him feel a slight chill in his heart.
The decisiveness brought about by thousands of times of hard work made him eager to try the sword intention of Patriarch Yuanqing, which had already been transformed into his soul.
Without such pure killing intent, it would not be enough to activate the unparalleled sword intent inherited from the ancestor.
Even though Chao Xiaoyu encountered such a terrible assassination, she remained extremely calm. She was not frightened, but she trusted Shen Lian unreservedly, without even concentrating her magic power.
The reaction of the sword intention in Shen Lian's body seemed to be faster than his thoughts. Naturally, when he could not move his hands, he gently stretched out his hands. His white fingers came together, and when the tip of the sword was about to hit Chao Xiaoyu, it suddenly stopped.
The tip of the sword trembled slightly. In the blink of an eye, it seemed to tremble thousands of times. Unimaginable and terrifying power burst out in this small space.
That power is enough to destroy everything around him, including the owner of the sword tip, this terrifying assassin.
But those white fingers burst out with red light, and the Taoism as thick as the earth flowed out, making people feel at ease.
The terrifying energy that shook the earth was like a raging flood that finally could not withstand the weight of the earth. After releasing all the aftermath, it became quiet and it was difficult to make waves again.
A drop of blood flowed from Shen Lian's finger, shining quietly in the air.
Shen Lian flicked his finger, and the blood beads turned into blood mist, covering the void, revealing a figure.
The blood mist was like a net, tightly binding him, and then he flicked his finger on the tip of the sword. The peerless magic weapon was suddenly submerged in the red light and turned into a pool of molten iron.
One palm, bloody and bloody.
That is the hand that holds the sword, and it is also the hand of the assassin.
Beyond the blue sky and clouds, there is sky beyond the sky. The assassin is naturally an assassin from Tianwaitian.
When Shen Lian restrained him, a terrifying wave of energy spread out, blowing the entire small building into ashes, leaving nothing behind, as if there had never been a small building in that location.
Shen Lian and Chao Xiaoyu were not in the building, but in the sky, among the white clouds, moistened by the mercury-like moonlight, noble and pure.
After watching the lake swallowing up the ashes of the small building and washing away all traces, Shen Lian said, "It's only now that I feel that the sky is terrifying."
Although Shen Lian defeated the assassin in an understatement, he felt no joy in his heart.
Only Chao Xiaoyu understands this, because after practicing to this point, the assassins actually self-destruct as soon as they say it, without any regrets. This is the most terrifying thing about Tianwaitian, and it is even far better than their killing techniques.
The Taoist Scriptures say, "People are not afraid of death, so why should they be afraid of death?"
When a person can throw away his life at any time and has great magic power, the threat he poses can often transcend his realm itself.
What's more, for an organization like Tianwaitian that specializes in killing, there is far more than one such person.
The monks around Jimo Peak received two messages.
Hongyangzi was enlightened by Master Shen and decided to go to the mountains with his hair loose and never care about worldly affairs again.
At the same time, Tianwaitian returned to its assigned mission for the first time in a thousand years.
Both incidents were enough to cause ripples, and it was said that what shocked the monks the most was that the person who made Tianwai Tiandu flinch was still Master Shen of Qingxuan.
Next, the heads of the major branches of the Luo Sect received invitations from Master Shen one after another, which were called "Yam Luo invitations" by those who had good intentions.
For a time, Master Qingxuan Chen's reputation was so great that it overshadowed his senior brother, Chen Jianmei, the master of the Temple of Death.
There is even a rumor that "I would rather see Yama than Qingxia".
Qingxia is Shen Lian's nickname.
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