The Way of Heaven and Humanity is already an indispensable existence in life for Bei Mingxiu.

Ever since he was seriously injured and drifted near Pingyuan Village, where he was picked up by his grandmother, the Way of Heaven and Humanity has been his method of gathering spiritual power.

Without the Dao of Heaven and Humanity, he would not be able to condense the ice marbles at all. It can almost be said that the Dao of Heaven and Humanity is the foundation of his cultivation.

Tianrendao's exploration has allowed him to discover many unknown dangers in advance, allowing him to take the lead in various battles.

But it won't work this time.

All the other party's methods are obviously aimed at exploring his way of heaven and humanity, and the content currently in his sea of ​​consciousness cannot be fully trusted.

There is only one word difference between untrustworthy and untrustworthy, but it is almost the same to him.

At this moment, he felt as if he had become a blind man walking in the dark.

The other party may be hiding anywhere in Pingyuan Village, but he and Yuan Xue must be under the eyes of the other party.

Just like in Huangsha Town not long ago, Huang Jincheng was able to easily lock his position and imprison him with the golden sand.

What practitioners of Fa Zong cultivate is not themselves, but the control of the vitality of heaven and earth.

They are also the best at control.

Since the opponent takes action, it is natural that they must be firmly controlled in their home court.

Bei Mingxiu let out a long breath.

The current Pingyuan Village is already a dead village, with no other life except them and the enemy.

Exposed to each other's gaze, if they rashly walk in the dark, they will only be quietly torn apart by the sharp claws in the darkness.

If that's the case, then just wait.

…

The only tavern in Pingyuan Village rarely lost all its excitement tonight.

A woman in green clothes was sitting on the eaves, her bare feet swaying, making her look stunning in the dim night.

She held a long wooden stick with some sugar stains in her mouth. As her feet swayed, it undulated in the night wind, as if the smile on her face was also dancing with it.

This tavern is located in the center of the village and is two stories high, ideal for overlooking the entire village.

She was looking at a certain part of the village at this time, and her dark eyebrows were slightly frowned as if they had been lightly outlined by the best painter in the world. When placed on her face, which was like a fairy in a painting, it was absolutely cute.

After a while, she took off the candied haws of water she had eaten since the evening, threw it aside, and said to herself: "Isn't it going to stop now? The third disciple of Wu'an Jianfeng is not really a coward, is he?

I beat that loser very hard when I bullied him just now."

"You don't just want to delay it until dawn."

The girl thought for a long time and finally came to this conclusion. She rolled her eyes and smiled playfully, and the whole picture became colorful.

"How can it be possible for you to get what you want!"

The girl's smile rippled in the night wind, along with the strange thoughts in her heart.

She is Ye Xinglu.

Ye Xinglu from the Holy Pavilion.

This session of Saint

Among the disciples of the pavilion, Ye Xinglu was the most restless.

As the lucky person designated by Sima Wuhua to join the world, she yearned for the great rivers and mountains in this world. She had not been idle since she came down from the mountain, wandering around looking for interesting things in the world.

Her purpose in coming to Pingyuan Village was simple—to test the skills of Bei Mingxiu, the third disciple of Wu'an Jianfeng.

When Wu'an Sword Peak attacked the Holy Pavilion, there was a chaotic situation near the Holy Pavilion where gods were fighting, and it ended in a lose-lose outcome.

She was just an ordinary disciple huddled in a cave in the back mountain. Afterwards, when she recalled the scene that almost destroyed the world, she couldn't help but be full of curiosity about Wu'an Sword Peak.

But now Bei Mingxiu's passive behavior of avoiding fighting has completely aroused her curiosity.

If she doesn't bring out this guy's true strength, she won't have breakfast tomorrow!

Ye Xinglu has always been a person who does whatever comes to mind and never procrastinates.

When this idea came to her mind, her fingers were already moving.

Her expression suddenly became extremely serious, and her green fingers were tracing in mid-air. The original naughty girl's temperament was gone, and she looked like a professional painter who focused on painting.

What she painted was not a painting.

It's a magic circle.

But her expression and movements still seemed like she was drawing, and she was drawing an interesting picture.

The left hand controls the wood element, and the right hand controls the water element. These are her two brushes.

As her fingers traced the night sky, the scenery around the small farmhouse gradually changed.

The big tree outside the house that had lost all its yellow leaves, like an old man in old age, suddenly sprouted new green shoots.

The withered yellow grass near the farmhouse is also returning to a rich green color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The sounds of autumn insects no longer sounded - including the extremely sad chirping of autumn cicadas that she least wanted to hear. Instead, there was a joyful chirping of oriole birds.

Accompanied by the chirping of birds, two lifelike orioles appeared on the big tree that suddenly came to life. They looked smart and cute, as if they were chirping.

The breeze blows, as if a burst of greenery has descended here, adding polish to the scene around the farmhouse and bringing endless vitality.

If Bei Mingxiu pushed the door open now, what he would see would be a wonderful scene of early spring when all things are resurrected.

Even if this scene only covers the small farmhouse and the five feet next to it, which is incompatible with the real autumn scenery around it, anyone who steps into it will feel a lot of joy.

Ye Xinglu was very satisfied with her improvised work. In her opinion, this work was more charming than the other twenty-two paintings she painted in Pingyuan Village.

In order to force Bei Mingxiu out, she put her heart and soul into it.

She just regretted that she did not listen carefully to Zhuge Linye's lecture about the magic circle, otherwise this painting would definitely be better.

She would never have a chance to attend the missed class again.

The loss in Ye Xinglu's heart disappeared in a flash, and soon

Show a smile.

She has a big heart, at least that guy named Dongfang often laughs at her, saying that she is the most heartless person in the Holy Pavilion.

She thinks she is broad-minded.

She is broad-minded in both senses of the word.

Just like now, as long as Bei Mingxiu is willing to admit defeat, as long as he doesn't go so far as to beg for mercy, she will forgive him for avoiding the fight.

…

There is a painting outside the farmhouse. The painting is full of spring, with birds chirping and flowers fragrant, just like a great spring scene when all things are revived.

Bei Mingxiu didn't know that he had become the person in the painting.

He only knew that the pen and ink called spiritual power between heaven and earth had been touched.

Because he could feel that the spiritual power in his body was constantly leaking out. Even if he blocked the overflowing spiritual power with the way of heaven and humanity, the effect was not ideal.

Yuan Xue on the side had a look of panic on her face. She didn't have the gods and humans around her, and the speed of her spiritual power dissipating could be described as breaking a dam.

The return of spring to the earth and the revival of all things are a moving beauty, but this scenery can only appear in late autumn with the help of external objects.

Ye Xinglu sketched out the sketch, and the ink actually used for painting was the spiritual power of the person in the painting.

"Zhou Han!"

Yuan Xue was so anxious that she almost cried.

Bei Mingxiu stretched out his hand to hold her right pulse gate, slowly transferred spiritual power into Yuan Xue's body, and shouted: "Don't panic, steady your mind."

Yuan Xue quickly gathered her mind, but still couldn't stop the loss of spiritual power, but seeing the determination on Bei Mingxiu's face, she subconsciously calmed down a lot.

"Can I cut a big gap in the wooden wall on the right with one sword?"

Yuan Xue's eyes lit up, she nodded repeatedly, held the sword in her right hand with some trembling, and then drew the sword without any hesitation.

To say whether Yuan Xue is afraid now, of course she is, and it's not just ordinary fear.

Spiritual power is lost rapidly, and no practitioner can maintain peace of mind.

But she still did not hesitate to strike out with the sword that caused her spiritual power to dissipate faster.

Because she believes they will win this battle, even though she has never seen each other's face until now.

She has confidence.

Bei Mingxiu's words are the source of her confidence.

Anyone who is familiar with Bei Mingxiu knows that Bei Mingxiu never fights an uncertain battle.

He wanted her to draw the sword with absolute confidence.

So she drew her sword with great enthusiasm.

The wooden wall on the northeast side of the farmhouse was blasted with a large hole by the sword, but the foundation of the farmhouse was not damaged.

At this moment, Bei Mingxiu pulled Yuan Xue out of the gap, and the Han Ming Sword, which had been prepared for a long time, broke through the wind. In front of him were green grass, tender leaves, green willows and orioles, all of which fell into dust under this sword.

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The spring scenery is broken, but the sword's power is still not exhausted.

Bei Mingxiu used the power of his sword to leap up into the air, and reached the roof of the tavern just as the rabbit was rising and the falcon was falling.
Chapter completed!