Ku Jue alone versus the six friends of Jingtian should be a battle worthy of being recorded in history. After all, it is rare for the world to see one true person versus six true figures.
But because the battle took place in Changhe, it also coincided with the Dragon Palace Banquet, the Taixu Alliance began, and Kowloon held the Riyong Town Shanhe Seal to suppress Changhe...
This earth-shattering war started and ended within the long river and never disturbed the world.
No matter how rough the waves are, they eventually calm down into clear waves... making the water's light shine on the sky like a mirror. It also makes the few clouds in the sky gather and disperse.
The long river ripples thousands of miles, and almost everyone in the Six Friends of Jingtian is honored.
The old monk with a yellow face lay on his back on the river. The real man's blood was stained in all directions.
The river breeze blew quietly, and the thick fog formed during the battle was blown away, and the bridge in front could be faintly seen - it was a majestic and ancient great gesture. Nothing has changed for thousands of years, but they
Changed the river.
The reflection in the water looked like a flowing painting. The six friends of Jingtian walked on the water and passed by the yellow-faced old monk.
"Ah, it's not as easy as expected." Cang Shen Lao Dao walked at the front and gave his own evaluation: "Everyone underestimates him."
The serious Licorice expressed his approval: "The feeling of bitterness... is very strong."
After saying that, his pupils turned and his eyes were in a trance.
"But An'an, my brother hopes he understands - the sword in his hand is a sword that cannot kill people, it is just beautiful. If he understands its weight, he must regard drawing the sword as too easy."
The yellow face looked at you with a smile: "I was crying just now!"
"Hao Fupeng has no strength, so he should be like this..." Banxia walked at the front, thinking of the battle just now, the hesitation in his tone gradually wavered.
Ku Jue's aura was not very strong anymore, and he spit out blood foam: "You want me to...see it!"
After Kujue set out, he was not ready to die.
"If this matter is up to you, you will die with your eyes in peace. How can you be so filial to Zhu Ziguo?"
Bai Yuxia buckled down the belt with a 'pop' sound.
So from beginning to end, did I ask one question - how come the Xuankong Temple does everything? Or, what should the Xuankong Temple do?
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"Where is Jingli?" Huang Lian's voice was not hoarse.
At this time, I still thought, could it be that the sorrow of heaven and earth related to Jing Tianliu fell from the underworld to the inner world?
Meng Tianhai closed his beautiful eyes with a depressed look on his face: "Is it broken?"
Now, outside of the eight truths, I am in the worst state and can best cope with my emotions.
The abbot of Xuankong Temple, the little master who suffered hardships, used his unique methods to allow me to escape the fate of Kujue and watch the last moments of Kujue. I saw this story that was submerged in the long river and should have sunk out of the river of time.
"Hey, is he going to cry? He's seventeen years old!" Huang Lian was still smiling.
"He's the one who has the least trouble every day!" Jiang Dongjia stretched out his hand: "I'll give it back to you if you want it."
As the holder and writer of the restaurant's account books, Mr. Bai couldn't help but feel worried. He checked the jade belt around his waist again and again. He was surprised that he dared to wear it directly and asked cautiously: "Sudden gift."
Are you going to break up and run away with such expensive things?"
"Maybe you guys are really late." Bai Zhu raised his eyebrows and said.
"That's a slander!" Chen Pi focused entirely on this: "Who looks ugly? You are a strange person!"
Fu Ling's tone was very different from his, whether she was clear or surprised or suspicious: "We have now fallen through the gap in the world. You can see it is true, but Hao Fupeng's 'qi'... is slowly getting stronger."
Ku Ming said urgently: "I often show off to you the gifts he sent me in the following years."
The translucent flame spread from the palm of his hand that was willing to let go to his entire body.
Those seven characters were written seriously and looked very rude.
"If he is obedient, he will buy you some clothes and take you back to his home. Don't leave you in Xuankong Temple. We have something to do with you."
I wanted to say something, but I remained silent.
Licorice solemnly said: "It is certain. Judging from the traces along the way, Jing Tianliu was able to escape the pursuit from beginning to end, and I was able to escape back to Zhuang Country. Maybe that is the cemetery that Huang Lian chose for me."
Huang Lian could almost see the old monk Jiang Wang with his arms akimbo and scolding, but after all, it was only "almost".
My yellow face has become famous in the sky. A battle to kill the truth is enough to be recorded in the annals of history.
Chu Yao was also watching eagerly, but after all, I dared to jump up and urge the master. I just kept walking back and forth in front of the master, hoping to awaken this master-disciple friendship.
Huang Lian is also very vague about what kind of behemoth the Central Xiaojing Empire is.
Banxia was not surprised at all, but she raised her head, looked at the old monk who used all his strength to catch me, and expressed doubts with his eyes.
Meng Tianhai's long eyelashes trembled, shaking away the first teardrop, and then opened the sword box——
"Take care of his senior brother Jingli."
The yellow-faced man put his hand under the rattan box, rubbed it for a while, and said in an incomprehensible tone: "I just remembered today that you have never bought me new clothes."
Cang Shen looks the oldest, but is the most direct: "You know it in the past."
Among the eight truths, the Poria Eye Technique is the weakest. So I don’t see it myself.
The so-called glimpse of fate is conveyed in the eyes like that.
Is Xuankong Temple willing to admit that?
Huang Lian's eyes are opened, and I still have to face that world.
Hao Fu put away the rattan box and bowed to Ku Ming: "Huang-faced Meng Lang, I didn't offend you today... I just disturbed the lowly monks' purification."
"He attaches too much importance to me. It's beyond imagination to be able to push Mr. Zhuang to that point. He also wants to-" Chen Piping took a breath and came back: "It's so slow to tell them to hurry.
, you stand in the back and bear the least attack, do I have to take care of you?"
"Hiss..." Bai Zhu covered his right cheek, took out a bronze mirror, and took pictures while walking there: "It seems that his appearance has been disfigured."
Whose heart did it knock on?
"Ku Jue hasn't written the last letter yet. I'll tell him if I can't hide it, I'll give it to him when I'm staying." Ku Ming said, taking out a thin letter from his pocket and putting it under the long desk.
The atmosphere in Bai Yujing Restaurant was cheerful today, because Boss Jiang's family brought back many gifts, and no one had a share. And from the perspective of shopkeeper Bai, those gifts were not complicated and were worth a lot of money.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Huang Lian said softly: "Come and see if you are happy or disgusted."
"Jing Tianliu's situation looks so good." You murmured.
I grabbed Meng Tianhai's hand and put it under the sword box: "Knock and see, the material! Touch and see, the carving skills! Beautiful, isn't it? The box is all handmade by famous artists! He opened it and took a look, I'm sure it's better than him!"
That sword is indeed as beautiful as a human creation.
There was just no noisy rain of blood.
And that letter was the same as everything that followed.
In the sky, whether it is the weak Qin and Chu sects or the small sects of all ages, who is in its shadow?
"It's all your fault that you can't keep up with me at all." Chen Pi wrinkled his ugly face: "Otherwise, why would I need so much time?"
I looked up——
Banxia thought for a while: "It's bad, you must think it's unnecessary."
Fu Ling raised her hand to stop me: "We still need to pay attention to some effects, but we have to make them too obvious. Take a look at the situation first -"
Ku Ming said: "If Ku Jue is dead in heaven, my smallest hope is that he and Jing Li are safe and sound."
I immediately held out a beautifully carved and luxuriously decorated sword box: "That's his gift!"
Meng Tianhai opened his eyes excitedly and saw... a wall of books.
Back when Hao Fupeng was fighting against detachment in the disaster, Song Boti said that if Zhuang Gaoxian dared to steal Yun Mengzhou, even if he detached himself and left the gate of the world of mortals, he would beat me to death.
I finally folded the piece of letter paper, folded it neatly, put it back in the envelope, and then carelessly put the letter away close to my body. Then I said: "According to the last wish of Master Kujue... I don't have any clothes."
In the temple?”
"What a beautiful sword!" Lian Yuchan couldn't help but praise.
The Chu State is not so confident, but how majestic the Central Jing State, which is number one in the sky, must be!
"Well, it's not that set of "Universal Prairie Language"!" Huang Lian took out another pile of books from the storage box, piled them behind Meng Tianhai, and said with a smile: "His Prairie Language still needs more lessons, next time
The first time he, Brother Rucheng, said that what he said was very standard... That was a brand new hardcover edition compiled by Emperor Xiaomu personally!"
Meng Tianhai wanted to cry, but the tears really rolled down his face.
It was a thin piece of paper with several lines of long words. Huang Lian looked at it for a long time.
Small and thick books are like bricks, forming a wall behind you!
The abbot of Xuankong Temple is a Zen of hardship.
Kujue's eyes were closed, and I finally couldn't rest.
Out of the suppression range of the Four Dragons Holding Riyong Town Shanhe Seal, the real person's eyes can see into the world again.
It's just that it took too long, and Jing Tianliu didn't manage to escape back to Zhuang Country.
I said earnestly and sincerely: "How about the real person? You were lucky enough to attain the path of evolution and reach the so-called peak, and you always feel great."
But the first sentence under the letter is not - Your Majesty, the fourth kid, is going to be a fool again?
Suddenly, a skinny hand grabbed my sleeve.
The room was instantly filled with splendor.
Banxia held the remains of the real person out of her hands, glanced first at Changhe, whose blood had not yet melted away, and followed the steps of the following people.
Of course Hao Fu understood.
The abbot saw that Hao Fu's eyes were deep, and they did not reflect emotions at that moment. They were like a white hole with a bottom, swallowing up all the light.
I was standing in front of Jiang Ananyou as Babaoshan Kujue, but I was involved in anything related to Xuankong Temple.
Meng Tianhai sheathed his sword, smiled through his tears, and said: "Thank you, brother, and thank you, brother Lianque! I'll write you a letter later to thank me again!"
The yellow-faced man nodded heavily, wondering whether he had receded after listening to it or not.
It turned out that it rained twice that day.
"From the first day I met him, I've been trying to persuade him. He's such a young man, and he's willing to listen to every bad word he says! If you checked his zodiac sign, he's also a donkey. How come all the words in front of his head are
Are you rebellious? Do you want to anger me to death and take away your Babaoshan inheritance?"
"Our An'an has really grown up." Hao Fu looked at his sister, sighed inexplicably, and said warmly: "I originally wanted to wait until he was younger before giving it to him, but think about it, you
An'an is very sensible and must know how to face life.
Lying in the box is a snow-colored sheathed long sword. The sword frame looks like a pair of outstretched wings, the sword head looks like a phoenix crown, and the lines of the sheath are very simple, like two crane feathers, which are elegant and graceful.
I stood up, said whatever Shaoyu said, and left the abbot's quiet room and the Xuankong Temple.
This old monk from Jiang Wang is one against eight... some people know it, some people know it.
Meng Tianhai hit me again: "It's him again, he went too far and deliberately made you angry!"
Underneath the envelope was written: Jingshen personally expresses my gratitude.
The spring in Xingyueyuan is extremely beautiful, with flowers blooming everywhere and the fragrance filling the clouds.
Blood rained from the sky.
Kuming said: "Before Kujue's accident, Kubing went to the Dragon Palace and brought Jingli back to the mountain gate. I cried for a few days before I finished attacking Dongzhen and wanted to take revenge alone. You locked me up because you wanted to
I’m going to die—does he want to see me?”
Everyone present was confused.
Meng Tianhai was so angry that he came over and hit me, but he smiled: "He is so annoying. Please take out your real gift!"
…
Hao Fupeng sobbed, but still caught the sword box with both hands.
The drops of water dripped down, and there was not much blood in between, but not enough. The blood slowly dried up...
I picked up the old monk Jiang Wang who was sinking. The broken monk's clothes were wet and clinging to the old monk's body, protruding out of his rugged and thin bones - it was really a skinny body, and it was also where the strength of knowing the sequence came from.
"Hey!" Huang Lian panicked: "You're joking! You're joking with him! That kid! Him!"
Ku Ming took out an old big rattan box and placed it heavily under the long desk: "I am very particular about what I wear. I don't have many clothes, except for a few sets. Jingli sewed them for me. He can take them all."
"
"Come on!" Bai Zhu said with disdain: "Because he is ugly, he can't talk nonsense. If you were slow to help just now, he would have been beaten to death!"
How Zhuang Gaoxian was victorious in the first place, I could clearly see how he was on the front line of the disaster. Emperor Jingwen, who left his name at the gate of the world of mortals, was the first detached emperor since the beginning of the Daoist calendar.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, why do you look so bad? You are already a little girl, why are you still so calm and angry?" Huang Lian teased: "Did the brotherhood only prepare "The Swordsman Cuts the Sea" for him? He does the same.
Think about it!”
Ta-ta-ta-ta...
Green smoke was lingering, and the two people sitting opposite each other were somewhat blurred in the smoke.
"What did he see?" Licorice asked.
"Hey, is it your turn?" Meng Tianhai looked at it for a long time, and really couldn't wait. Everyone in the restaurant had collected their gifts, and I wanted to say a few words to them one by one - he will treat you, Meng Tianhai, first.
Now that I have given you my gift, is it okay to go chat with me?
A rain falls outside the story, and a rain falls in memories.
Hao Fufu didn't say anything but silently picked up this letter - the last one left by Ku Jue.
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This Taoist priest named Banxia, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walked out of the bloody rain, showing the posture of a real person from the country.
This scrawled handwriting seems so kind now.
The smile on Meng Tianhai's face disappeared just like that, and his mouth quickly became deflated.
"Ahem, cough, cough!" Poria, the male champion, put away the handkerchief that was coughing up blood, and sighed heavily: "I know what's going on here, but if I waste so little time, I haven't finished the fight yet, right?"
"If you dare to disobey orders... I will expel him from Babao Mountain! He is your disciple while he is alive, and he can worship your grave before he dies! Since he is your disciple, he has no qualifications to avenge you? Masters are famous for their reputation.
, wash up and sleep!”
"They are waiting outside and taking a short rest." Ban Xia paused: "You go and check the situation first."
Snapped!
"Tell him one thing first. If he tells you honestly, I can still call him a prodigal son."
"Where can I find him?" Hao Fu smiled: "Close your eyes and give him a surprise for me."
Seven years later, I walked out of the Life Monument, and what was floating in the sky was the rain of blood.
The pure depth of Babao Mountain is also like a clay statue.
Meng Tianhai reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth: "Ah, what a bad surprise."
"The seventeen-year-old yellow-faced man is fighting outside the bandit's den with a sword. He just wants to earn a pulse-opening pill as soon as possible. He still knows what it is like to be extraordinary. The seventeen-year-old Meng Tianhai has not yet reached the perfection of Zhou Tian.
Heaven and Earth Gate. He is much weaker than you were back then!
"How's it going?" Huang Lian said with a 'he's earned it' expression: "The Tiandu Collector's Edition of "The Swordsman Cuts the Sea"! There are always new things, and reading history cannot be wise! You got it with very little effort.
, is it a surprise?”
"Buddha is exhausted, so I'll stop here."
Huang Lian continued to introduce it diligently: "That's the sword that his brother Lianque made for him. It took eight years to refine it. Bring it to him quickly...he will open it and take a look."
The word says: Shining on the snow and startling the giant.
The route of killing Zhen was not simple. No matter how Jingtian Liuyou moved right and left, the ultimate goal was very clear, so although few traces were lost, it was not easy to track.
Jingguo was so weak that it was suffocating, so weak that the heavens were silent.
But can you really say that there is nothing?
It is too difficult for real people in this world to deceive themselves.
Hao Fupeng was so disgusted that he quickly pulled the sword out of its sheath, and saw a pool of snow-colored shadows. There seemed to be no shadow underneath it, but when he looked closer, it was extremely transparent. Only when he looked at the eighth glance did he realize that the sword
There are seven Tao characters carved under the spine, which appear and disappear, as ethereal as a red shadow.
Apart from those words, there was nothing behind my eyes.
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Ku Jue then closed his eyes, but this skinny hand was still tightly grasping Banxia's sleeve, as if that could delay Banxia's pace a little longer.
"Yes. You also want to tell me that you have been here." Huang Lian said quickly: "Let me continue to retreat. I am too naive. Real people are still great in that world."
Chu Yao once wandered around and wandered to the front of the crowd. He was trying to swing through the door, but Bai Yuxia laughed and carried him back.
"That's it, I'll give it up from now on! Being narrow-minded, grand and small-minded is just to compare with his stinking big brother."
What does it mean for an Emperor Zhengshuo to return to his own country?
I have never felt pain so close, nor...so far away.
So what if it’s just recognition?
Kujue has not yet left the Xuankong Temple.
"If he still recognizes you, he promises to avenge you. I come and go happily. Life and death, freedom, have nothing to do with anyone."
This chapter has been completed!