After an unknown amount of time, Tieshu opened his eyes, a stern look flashed across his face, and then a trace of bewilderment, showing extremely complicated emotions.
Under the old tree, among the yellow leaves, and on the stone bench, he felt the aura left by Wang Po a few days ago. He did not expect that Wang Po's way of swords would become more profound.
Having reached the level of Wang Po in practice, it is extremely difficult to take a step forward. However, this person can improve so much in such a short period of time... When Wang Po was in Xunyang City, Wang Po faced Looking at Zhu Luo, although the iron knife is strong, he can't find any opportunities, and after many days of quiet enlightenment in the Tanzhe Temple, the situation is no longer the same.
If Wang Po is allowed to continue to improve, no one knows when he will pass that threshold.
Tieshu felt the pressure for the first time.
Then, his killing intent became more intense.
Neither the imperial court nor him would allow Wang Po to have the day when he would achieve greatness in the Dao of the Sword.
Getting up from the stone bench, he looked towards Tanzhe Temple, quietly perceiving all the flow of breath between heaven and earth.
There are people in the temple with a very high realm, and they are only a few lines away from him.
He walked over there, and the wet yellow leaves shattered on the soles of the boots, turning into the thinnest strands, like blooming chrysanthemums.
The autumn wind broke through the rain curtain and pushed open the door of Tanzhe Temple, when he was still more than ten feet away from the temple threshold.
The cold autumn wind failed to rage, and was countered by two fresh and indifferent winds, which came from a pair of sleeves.
The person in the temple is not Wang Po, but Mao Qiuyu.
The fence on the side of the temple was pushed aside, and Taoist Baishi came out of the rain.
The King of Ling Hai and Taoist Si Yuan came from the mountains on the east and west sides.
In the autumn rain, there are still many shadows in red clothes looming in the mountains and forests.
The four giants of the state religion, each holding a treasure, led countless high-level cardinals, and tightly surrounded the Tanzhe Temple.
This battle is really big.
If you want to kill a strong man in the sacred domain, you must have such a formation.
Tieshu looked at Mao Qiuyu, his eyes narrowed slowly, his killing intent did not diminish at all, but became more terrifying.
Li Gong really made a move, did he want to protect Wang Po, or did he really take this opportunity to kill himself
He knew very well that if it was the latter, even if he could leave alive today, he would have to pay a very heavy price.
He stretched out his hands into the rain, letting the cold rain wash away.
He looked at Mao Qiuyu who was slowly walking out of the temple, and said expressionlessly, "Is this the Pope's will?"
Mao Qiuyu didn't answer his question directly, but looked further away.
Iron Tree has already sensed it, so he asked this question.
There are mountains in the distance, and the rich yellow and red color brought by autumn has long been washed to very light by the cold rain.
At some point, a royal chariot appeared on the edge of the cliff.
Xiangwang, come here in person.
This court's killing of Wang Po may turn into Li Gong's siege of Iron Tree.
If the king's chariot hadn't appeared on the cliff, if there hadn't been the thunderous hooves of the army behind the mountain.
No matter who it is to kill, so far, it has become a clear game.
"Your Majesty wants me to ask you a question." Mao Qiuyu looked at Tieshu and asked, "Have you all forgotten the starry sky oath?"
Many years ago, the powerhouses in the sacred domain headed by the Pope made an oath using the starry sky as a guide.
The content of the oath is to put the interests of the human race first, and will never take the initiative to do anything to those geniuses who carry the future and hope of mankind.
Wang Po, of course, was at the top of that list.
Back then in Xunyang City, when Zhu Luo threw a sword at him, it could be said that he had broken his oath, but he could still find some excuses.
His sword stabbed Su Li.
However, Wang Po insisted on standing in front of Su Li.
What about today? Tieshu came to Tanzhe Temple with a full body of autumn rain, obviously to kill Wang Po, what excuse or reason could he find
His Majesty asked Mao Qiuyu to ask him this question, how could he answer
Iron Tree didn't answer.
Mao Qiuyu looked at him and said, "Since you can't answer, then don't touch Wang Po."
Iron Tree's eyes became colder, and his hands washed by the rain became whiter, like lotus flowers.
It means he is angry now.
People do not have a hundred days of happiness, and flowers do not have a thousand days of redness.
He smiled sarcastically.
The Pope's days are numbered.
"Your Majesty wants me to tell you..."
Mao Qiuyu seemed to know what he was thinking, and said calmly: "If you still insist on attacking Wang Po after he returns to Xinghai, then Li Gong will destroy your entire clan."
If Li Palace is also a sect, then it must be the most powerful one in the world, because it is the state religion.
No ascetic can compete head-on with the state religion.
Even if it is as strong as an iron tree.
Even the old man Tianji who used to be the leader of all winds and rains and who owned such a terrifying organization as Tianji Pavilion.
Of course, as long as a strong man in the sacred domain is not surrounded like today, even if he loses to Li Gong, it will be difficult to kill him.
However, although cultivating the Tao is lonely, there are very few truly lonely practitioners.
He will have family members, relatives, friends, classmates, the same race, and fellows.
After Mao Qiuyu finished speaking, there was a dead silence in the room.
Destroy your whole family.
These four characters are like the people of Iron Tree, very tough, very cold, and have a daunting metallic taste.
Tie Shu looked at him and said: "You should be very clear that Wang Po came to the capital to kill people."
Mao Qiuyu's expression remained unchanged, and he said: "If he kills someone and violates Zhou's law, he will be punished by the court officials."
Many people's eyes fell on the royal chariot on the cliff in the distance.
The king of Xiang did not leave his chariot.
Iron Tree laughed, mocking and mocking.
What Mao Qiuyu said represented Li Gong's attitude.
This attitude is very indifferent.
"He wants to kill, you don't care, I haven't killed yet, why does the Pope want to care?"
"Because you have a heart."
"It's not fair."
Mao Qiuyu didn't answer Tieshu's words, turned around and walked out of the mountain.
The King of Ling Hai and others also followed.
The pope really has no will to kill the iron tree.
Just like at the Orthodox Academy back then, Li Gong was just showing his strength.
The so-called protection means that the horizontal knife is in front, and the so-called escort means that the horizontal boat is in front, there is no need to use a knife, and there is no need to actually hit, it is enough.
Tieshu looked at the people of the state religion who left in the autumn rain, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
These people are all big figures in the state religion, but none of them are his opponents, so he dare not make a move.
It's not fair.
Just like what he said to Xiao Zhang on the mountain road earlier.
In front of the Pope and the State Church, what qualifications does he have to talk about fairness
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The yellow leaves have fallen, and the chill is getting deeper.
This year's winter in Kyoto seems to have come earlier than before. It seems that it is still late autumn, but there have been several snowfalls.
People in Beixinqiao felt this even more clearly, hiding at home, rubbing their hands together, and cursing the weather.
No one noticed that the severe cold had something to do with the abandoned well.
The cold wind kept blowing out from the mouth of the well, whimpering non-stop, like blowing flute, also like crying, weeping with joy.