The mountains are lush and the trees are luxuriant. The sunlight shines through the branches and leaves, casting golden light spots one after another on the ground. ,
The figures of the gray-robed monks Meng Qi and Mu Yunle gradually drifted away, and finally disappeared at the end of the mountain road.
I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly there were patches of blood gathering here, forming a blurry figure with bright red eyes, ruthless and cruel, just like a Rakshasa of the Sea of Blood.
Where did he go? The spirit of the Blood Sea Rakshasa was like light, instantly covering the barren mountains and ridges. Looking for every bit of information about Meng Qi, as well as the little girl from the Huanhua Sword Sect and others described by the Bodhisattva Huanxi, they discovered that there had been people here. There are traces of the two staying, but they have been far away for a long time, and they are currently missing. With the state of my Dharmakaya, I can only vaguely detect them, and there is no way to accurately detect them.
He pondered for a moment, and his figure suddenly disintegrated, and the bloody light became lighter and lighter, disappearing in mid-air.
The mountains returned to silence.
Master, this is Licheng. Mu Yunle changed into a light green shirt, looking fresher and more agile, and pointed to the city not far away.
Licheng is not too far from the barren mountains and ridges where the ruined temple is located. With the journey of two people, they arrived at the gate of the city in less than a day. Along the way, Mu Yun was pleased to see that Master Zhending was still silent, with a sense of vicissitudes of life. I was tired and didn't dare to ask questions rashly. I was speechless all the way and felt very uncomfortable.
Meng Qi nodded, his gray monk's robe fluttering, and there was no Buddhist beads on his chest. He walked step by step into the city and into the streets. Every time he turned a corner, he always chose the direction with unusual familiarity, without asking for directions or talking.
This made Mu Yunle secretly wonder. Master Zhending seemed to be very familiar with Licheng, so why did he lead the way by himself
Mu Yunle's dark and moist eyes turned, pretending to be casual and said: Master, you have been to Licheng before.
Never. Meng Qiyan answered briefly and concisely, as if everything was boring.
Then where are you going in Licheng? Mu Yunle is becoming more and more confused. Although her master and other elders are strong in the field, they are such mysterious and unpredictable masters. It’s the first time I’ve met
The river was gurgling and the green trees were in the wind. As soon as Mu Yunle finished asking this question, Meng Qi stopped in front of a small courtyard near the river.
Click, click, the clear and beautiful sound of chopping firewood echoed around, without any dull feeling. It seemed that as the ax fell, the firewood was naturally split into two, and the intervals between the click sounds seemed to have been measured. Fight title. It's always the same length, there won't be any difference
Mu Yunle just listened, his expression became solemn, and he let out a light sigh in his heart, half confused and half surprised.
Although it seems to be a trivial matter in daily life, if I were in a different place, I would definitely not be able to do it. Several elders probably can't do it, and my master doesn't know if he can do it. Just by listening to the sound through the wall, the image of a peerless sword and a lonely swordsman was naturally sketched in her mind.
Accompanying the clicking sound was the sound of heavy breathing. To Mu Yunle himself, this was a sign of losing control of his body that would only appear when he was most tired. Unless the strong man in the outdoor scene was in extremely bad condition. It is impossible to make the sound of breathing in and out so distinct.
However, she didn't take it lightly, because her heavy breathing revealed the killing intent that she tried to suppress, only a trivial feeling leaked out. This made my heart beat with fear, chilled to my bones, and shocked my soul. His whole body was trembling and he couldn't draw his sword.
If the murderous intention completely bursts out, it would be so terrifying that the illusion would condense into reality and turn into dark clouds covering the city, killing all living creatures in an instant.
The strength of the firewood chopper in the small courtyard is no less than that of the master, and most of them are even better than the master. If his murderous intention cannot be controlled, he is probably more terrifying than the contemporary Bodhisattva of Joy, and more like the evil demon who destroys the world. In the black list, he is almost as powerful as the Demon Emperor. This idea suddenly appeared in Zhenghe Mu Yunle's mind.
She had been captured by the Bodhisattva of Joy, and only by comparing the parts shown, she was deeply aware of the terror of the firewood chopper in the courtyard, but she could not definitely judge the specific strength, after all, the realms were too different.
When comparing with the Demon Emperor, she subconsciously excluded the factor of the Demon Emperor's Claw, because her master, Mr. Qinglian, once mentioned that under normal circumstances, the Demon Emperor's Claw weakens rather than strengthens the Demon Emperor, and the Demon Emperor has to suppress the Demon Emperor at all times. The Emperor's Claw, in order to avoid being eroded by evil intentions and losing his intelligence. Of course, if at a critical moment, the Demon Emperor releases the Demon Emperor's Claw, it will definitely be able to suppress the tall man for a short time.
Which evil giant is inside and why I have never heard of it? Mu Yunle recalled the famous demons he knew, but he couldn't match up with the woodcutter in the courtyard.
This kind of strength is not on the earth list or black list
She couldn't help but glance at Meng Qi, feeling a little scared and a little excited. She originally thought that she was from a well-known and upright family, a top power, and had outstanding vision. Most famous people in the world would recognize each other, and there would be no chance that she would not recognize him in person. Who would have thought that she Master Zhending is one example, and the giants of the left path who appeared because of his visit are another example. The world is so big, and there are so many secretly powerful people, far beyond one's own knowledge.
Mu Yunle felt that a brand new world had been unveiled by Master Zhending, and it was unfolding before his eyes bit by bit. It was so fresh and interesting.
Then she saw Master Zhending, a gray-robed monk with a calm expression, walking over and knocking gently on the courtyard door.
In the yard, a woman dressed as a Taoist priest was holding an axe, covering her head with firewood attentively but with a hint of irritability. She was tall, with a high nose and phoenix eyes, and a cold temperament. She had never worn a crown, and her hair was scattered casually.
Dong-dong-dong, there was a knock on the door.
The woman was startled, as if she had woken up from a dream. Only then did she realize that someone had arrived at her door.
Who? she asked coldly, controlling her murderous intent.
The poor monk is really settled. A low and dull voice came from outside the door.
A familiar feeling penetrated her ears, and Nv Guanfeng opened her eyes:
It's you
He had to use all his strength to control the murderous intention of his beloved enemy because of him.
Killing intent suddenly burst out, and the courtyard suddenly became dark, as if dark clouds were gathering. The courtyard door turned into rotten wood silently, as if it had reached its final end and lost all vitality.
This female crown is none other than Saren Gaowa, a Taoist who quits killing and the master of the Wolf King. The acupoints all over her body light up, blooming with strange and dark light. They are connected all the way and extend to her right hand, forming a three-foot-three-inch mouth. The three-thirds long strange sword is completely black. Matte and patternless, simple and eerie, the trees in the courtyard instantly withered and were chopped into pieces, and cracks opened in the ground, spreading in all directions.
Then, the crack stopped abruptly when it reached the edge of the small courtyard. The murderous intention penetrated silently, and still could not get out of the courtyard.
With the death of Yuan Men, Taoist Jie Sha saw the enemy he missed day and night.
She was slightly startled. In my impression, the man who seemed to be heroic, masculine, and high-spirited, and who seemed to have nothing or any difficulty that could stop him, turned into a gray-robed monk, with a haggard face and deep emotions, like a long-dead volcano, with unwavering eyes and a deep expression. Deep fatigue, the exhaustion of being discouraged after all the vicissitudes of life.
He actually became a monk again. Qingdeng Ancient Buddha
When he was shining brightly and reaching the peak step by step, he escaped into the empty door.
The shock lasted only a moment. The Taoist monk's aura rose to the extreme, but his murderous intention could not break through the courtyard wall. There seems to be an invisible barrier there.
She said coldly: Are you here to eliminate hidden dangers
The murderous intention burst out from Taoist Jishai, and the power displayed made Mu Yunle's heartbeat quicken outside the door. This was the first time she encountered a strong man of the Grand Master level who went all out, and his momentum was full of murderous intent. There seemed to be hallucinations appearing frequently in front of his eyes, and he unconsciously moved a step and hid behind Master Zhending. The figure was not tall but was lonely and desolate, but it made people feel at ease.
The strength of the firewood chopper in the courtyard is indeed what he thought. Apart from Dharmakaya, she is at least one of the top three evil devils. If she walks around in the world, she will definitely stir up the world. But she spends the rest of her life in a small courtyard with a pile of firewood, and then she thinks that she can frighten away the Bodhisattva of Joy. , Zhending master Qing Deng, ancient Buddha, ruined temple and lotus who faced off against the firewood chopper without falling into the wind, Mu Yunle's emotion about the rebirth of the world: things are impermanent, prosperity is easy to disappear, and romance is always blown away by the rain and wind.
Who are they and why did they choose this destination
Ten years ago, twenty years ago, did Master Zhending and the woodcutter in the courtyard have a reputation in the world that was no less than that of the Demon Emperor's Supreme Sword
Mu Yunle thought wildly.
The gray monk Meng Qi moved with the murderous intention and stood by the door. His eyes were dull and his mood was dead. He shook his head and said:
If it weren't for your protection in the past, I might have died at the hands of the demon clan. Later, the world changed and grudges were hard to separate. I once thought about finding you and killing you to eliminate future troubles, but after all, I felt uneasy.
Taoist Jie Sha said coldly: It is my destiny to save you, and I will not regret it.
What's the use of talking about this now? Could it be that you can repay the favor with your life
Mu Yunle propped up his ears and did not miss a single word. One poignant and beautiful story after another flashed through his mind.
Your murderous intention is not within yourself, but under the influence of the Dark Sea Sword. Meng Qi said calmly, not wavering because of his murderous intention, he had the feeling that after seeing through the world, there would be neither wind nor rain.
How could this happen? Master Jie Sha's mood fluctuated slightly.
Meng Qi looked at her and said sincerely: You are not the owner of the Dark Sea Sword. You are just the body that nurtures the sword. Only by giving up can there be new life.
The Taoist who quits killing curled his lips and sneered: "I want to use this to neutralize my murderous intention and indirectly eliminate future troubles."
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly moved, and the long sword in her hand suddenly appeared on Meng Qi's chest, as if it had always been there.
Meng Qi looked at her with a calm expression, his hands lowered and motionless.
With a stabbing sound, the long sword that would cause death if touched penetrated Meng Qi's chest. No blood flowed out, and all was absorbed.
Holding a long sword in your hand, you, the Taoist monk who abstains from killing, looked blankly at the gray-robed monk in front of you, feeling that he was real. The murderous intention and sword energy in your heart quickly subsided because they rushed towards Su Meng along the penetrating wound.
Ah, Mu Yunle cried out, wanting to swing his sword to help, but under the strong pressure, he couldn't draw his sword at all.
Why didn’t Master Zhending resist and endured this terrifying sword with his body
Meng Qi's face was pale, his expression was peaceful, his eyes were full of exhaustion, and he said slowly:
This sword will return your life-saving grace.
His breath dropped sharply, but he did not die directly. His body was shaking slightly, as if he was unsteady on his feet.
The sword energy and murderous intention of quitting killing disappeared. He looked blankly at the hideous wound, and then looked at the eyes that were like a dead sea. Suddenly, he felt that his heart was empty, and he felt calm and peaceful like never before.
Her tears suddenly fell, she let go of her right hand, the lightless sword disappeared, turned around, and left without looking back. No one knew where she went.
Mu Yunle stared at this scene, as if in a dream. . .