The golden intention is like a blazing sun, and the murderous intention is like a blue dragon.
Seeing that the scorching sun was about to be swallowed up by the blue dragon, even Bei Wushuang, who was in a different state of mind, could see it now.
"Peng Yihui is going to lose!"
"Yeah!" Gu Shuo nodded lightly.
"Aren't you worried about Peng Yihui? He can be considered your friend, right?"
"As long as the vowels are there, nothing will happen!"
Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of a piano. This sound vibrated for hundreds of miles, was magnificent and peaceful, and made people's distracting thoughts disappear. Then they saw that the blue dragon in the sky was not only stagnant, but even showing signs of dissipating.
Yue Tonghui's wanton laughter could be heard in the distance: "Peng Yihui, it's nothing more than that, hahaha... Vowels, you have learned the lesson, and you will pay it back one day!"
The sound faded away in an instant. Gu Shuo and Bei Wushuang looked at each other and almost said in unison:
"Amazing!"
This powerful sentence does not refer to the moon shining together, but to the vowel sounds. Neither of them has ever seen the sound power used in a fight. This is the first time they saw it, and their hearts were shocked.
Gu Shuo's eyes showed yearning: "The middle part is really desirable!"
Bei Wushuang raised his hand and patted Gu Shuo's shoulder, and walked away, but his face was full of regret with his back turned to Gu Shuo. If Gu Shuo had not been injured, he would have traveled to the central part of the country by now, right?
The sun sets in the west.
In a single courtyard pavilion in the city, Vowel Yin plucked the strings with both hands. He plucked the strings twice, paused slightly for a while, and then started strumming again.
Peng Yihui stood in the pavilion, with his back to the vowels: "How much have you understood?"
Yuan Yinyin shook her head: "Na Yue Tonghui's killing intent is very powerful. Watching the battle between the two of you gave me some insights, but there is still no way to get started.
correct!
What kind of artistic conception did Gu Shuo comprehend? You have fought with him, so you should know it, right? I heard that the sword he used to kill Qing Cangqiong was full of killing intent. Could it be that he also comprehended the killing intent?"
"Tsk..." Peng Yihui sneered: "As for these bumpkins in the North, what meaning can they see? How many of them have heard of the artistic conception?
They can see the murderous intention!
What Gu Shuo understood was the meaning of the cloud. When we first fought against each other, the two of us understood the power. He was able to kill the sky. Zhou Tian Baolu was one aspect, and comprehending the meaning of the cloud should also be another aspect."
At this point, Peng Yihui frowned again and said, "However, the winner's manager told me back then that the sword strike he used to defeat Yue Tonghui was the consummation of his murderous intent, but I didn't believe it."
Yuan Yinyin frowned slightly and thought for a while before nodding in agreement: "That's right, Gu Shuo is less than thirty years old now, right?"
The corners of the vowel's mouth also turned up, revealing a beautiful arc: "At the age of twenty-four, it is already very impressive to be able to comprehend a meaning, especially in this place in the North, it should be the limit. In this way
, he should not be able to comprehend the Dzogchen of murderous intent.”
"Yeah!" Peng Yihui nodded and said, "I also asked Manager Ying whether he heard it from hearsay or saw it with his own eyes. He said it was from hearsay."
Peng Yiyao spread his hands.
"It's common to hear rumors and spread rumors. But it's hard for me to understand the murderous intention in this piano."
"Didn't you realize anything along the way?"
"It cannot be said that there is no such thing. Although the war in the entire Northland is over now, there is still boundless murderous intent in the space. It is difficult to find such a place in the entire Tianxuan Continent. Only this kind of large-scale clan war can remain like this.
There is a lot of murderous intent. Wandering in this murderous intent, I still have some understanding. I think if you give me a while, there should be no problem in getting started with murderous intent. But I found that the Northland monks don't seem friendly to us."
"Can we be friendly?" Peng Yihui curled his lips: "To put it bluntly, when the Northland monks were in dire straits, the Tianmeng adopted an attitude of giving up. It was not just giving up the territory of the Northland, but giving up everything in the Northland.
The life of the human monk. No matter what the reason is, it should not be wrong to describe it as standing by and watching. If this kind of thing is done to you and me, will it be friendly to the monks outside the North?
I really don’t know what the people in Tianmeng think, maybe they are too high up but too timid.”
The two were silent for a while, and Peng Yihui sighed: "It's okay if it's just unfriendly. When the Tianmeng stood by and believed that the Beidi's lost tribes were destroyed, Beidi unexpectedly survived the desperate situation. Not only did he kill Qing Cangqiong, but also
The demon clan was expelled. This made the Northland monks burst with confidence. Not only were they unfriendly to us, but they also looked down on us.
I heard that there have been many collisions between the Northland monks and us outsider monks. Although most of them lost to us, their emotions have become more and more intense. Now I am afraid they are not unfriendly to us outsiders.
It's already more or less hostile."
"Oh? So serious?"
"It is said that the Northland monks are uniting with some elites and want to fight with outsiders like us. We can't help it now. We have to fight even if we don't want to. Because their words are too unpleasant."
"What words?"
"They say we are a coward in fighting against the demon tribe, but we will be the first in the group."
Vowel nodded: "It's a bit unpleasant, but it is also a kind of emotional catharsis for the people of the North. Who let the Tianmeng do something wrong?"
"But regardless of the monks in the southeast and west, we monks in the central part can't tolerate it, right?"
Vowel nodded again, and then said worriedly: "There will be trouble."
Peng Yihui said proudly: "That is what the Northland monks asked for. To put it bluntly, the Northland's victory this time was a great fluke. Without Gu Shuo, the Northland would have been exterminated. The victory in the Northland is not theirs.
They are strong because of Gu Shuo. But they drifted and swelled. There is nothing wrong with letting them wake up."
Yuan Yinyin thought for a while and his eyes lit up: "This kind of large-scale clan war is the easiest way to understand the murderous intention. It's hard to say that some monks in the North have already understood the murderous intention, but they just didn't show it. If there is a fight, you will find out
A monk who understands the intention to kill is an opportunity for me."
Qingyun Sect.
Solitary Smoke Peak.
There is no one around.
Gu Shuo sat in a wheelchair, opened his eyes, and looked around. Various spiritual energy particles were floating in the space, and then he saw the milky white particle.
He closed his eyes and separated a ray of liquid spiritual consciousness from his body, but he could only see nine kinds of spiritual energy particles, not the milky white particles.
Withdrawing his consciousness and opening his eyes again, he saw the floating milky-white particles again. Compared with the nine kinds of spiritual energy particles, those milky-white particles were much less.