Chapter 48 Turning Point (New Year's greetings to everyone, Happy New Year!)
A group of people drew their swords out of their scabbards. Suddenly, they saw a large group of people flying over from a distance in the rainy sky. They were so frightened that they no longer wanted to fight, so they turned around and fled quickly.
Li Kuangfang saw this and did not pursue him. Instead, he shouted angrily, "Scum!" and his long sword was already sheathed.
"Thank you for your help." In an instant, waves of warmth were injected into her numb heart. Yes, there was incredible stupidity and darkness in the world that she didn't understand, but there was also a righteous and awe-inspiring light.
"It's just a piece of cake." After Li Kuangfang said this, he waved his hand to greet the fellow juniors and sisters and was about to leave, but Ke Ming hurriedly stopped him. "I haven't asked for advice yet..."
"Li Kuangfang." As he spoke, the group of people flew away...
Looking at the group of people going away, Ke Ming was stunned. In one day, she met three good people and three groups of low-life people... But when she looked at those white hands, she was stunned for a moment...
A baggage flew through the rain and flew directly in front of Ke Ming. It suddenly lost its power and fell gently on her hand. In the bag, there was a secret book, a set of general weapons and equipment, and a martial arts recovery scroll.
Ke Ming looked at the direction in which the baggage was flying, and saw only the dark forest behind the rain curtain, with no human figure. For a long time, for a long time... Ke Ming's body suddenly lit up with a light green light. She knew that she could not leave Jianghu.
She also knows where the path to the world she has always longed for is...
The Western Dusk God Sect.
There is no human trace in the huge fairy mountain.
When Ke Ming reached the top of the palace, he saw many people gathered in the square, quietly practicing with their legs crossed and eyes closed. The NPC who led the way led Ke Ming through the crowd of people. He went straight into the back hall and was outside the master's secret room.
Stop, the NPC leading the way will report it, and retreat.
The door to the secret room slowly opened...
The storm is pouring down.
In the dark forest, Xiaoyin sat upright in a simple tent he had set up. Next to him, a hired NPC maid was busy cooking barbecue on the fire rack. From time to time, the empty wine bottles were filled with wine in a timely manner. The maid often peeked at her.
She couldn't help but feel shy when she was writing rhyme. She had just learned the skills at the government training place when she met such a buyer.
She felt that she was quite lucky. The buyer was pretty good-looking. Although he was a bit silent, he was not vulgar at all. Selling herself as a slave was her destiny. She was naturally prepared to sleep with her at any time. Many people said that as long as she
Well done. As long as the master you meet has a good heart, you will not be afraid of being sold a second time in the future before his appearance fades. Therefore, she is extremely diligent. She is just surprised that it is too much for the master to celebrate the New Year in such weather and in such a place.
A bit depressed...
Outside the tent, the rain kept falling.
In the quiet woods, the lonely tent with the light of fire is particularly eye-catching.
The door of the tent was suddenly opened from the outside, and a thin hand like white jade stretched out. The maid frowned and quickly pulled out the dagger from her long sleeve. A beautiful face with a bright smile stretched out.
The maid was surprised and happy. She knew this face. Everyone who had studied painting knew her. They all knew that she was an immortal, a legend in the world of calligraphy and painting. She had lived for hundreds of years. The calligraphy and paintings that had been painted by her were still in her collection.
The most coveted treasure cannot be collected by princes and nobles unless they are extremely rich.
"Huh? There is a little beauty!" Zishan left her boots outside and jumped into the tent. The maid who was originally on guard had already put away her dagger. She was smart enough to understand that this was the master's distinguished guest; she was smart.
I feel quite sad because this is probably the owner's confidante.
The newly added wine bottles were filled with wine, and there was an extra serving of barbecue on the fire rack.
The incense burner was burning with fragrance, filling the tent with elegant light fragrance.
The maid was doing her job and didn't dare to look at her master. She knew that if the master behaved differently in front of the mistress, the consequences would not be good. What's more, her self-confidence had collapsed and she felt that she
Her face was in front of Zishan, and she didn't have the confidence to raise her head, so she understood why the master never looked at her again...
"It's Chinese New Year! Tianji Mountain is so lively."
"Not interested." Yiyun looked at the blazing fire. After today, she didn't know what year or month she would be able to see Zishan again. Therefore, when Zishan asked where he was, he
said.
"Hehe, I'm not going either!" Zishan leaned on Yiyun's shoulder and kissed his face gently. "There will be no excitement in the place without you... Yiyun, Ba Tian's magical yin-yang combination has been mastered.
Hey!"
"Who?" Yiyun knew Ba Tian's personality. Years of ups and downs in the world had long since made him more careful and cautious, and he would never easily pass on the magical skill of yin and yang to others.
"Hehe, the person he never dreamed of, Qi Ren Wu Shu Li!" Zishan smiled happily and counted on his fingers. "Qi Ren Wu Shu Li is amazing, her heartbroken eyeliner, Bai Xiaosheng's eyeliner,
The object of Ba Tian’s training, Fei Hezhuang’s spy, and the Four Sides faction.”
Yiyun didn't know King Kong's ex-wife well. Except for meeting her at some gatherings before the opening of the Three Realms, she had never spoken a single word to her. However, Zishan had a friendship with Qi Ren Wushu, and their friendship was as close as that with Lan Xiaoying.
Qi Ren, Wu Shu, and Zi Shan had known about Lan Xiaoying’s secret for a long time, but Yi Yun had no interest in exploring it, so she never mentioned it.
"Wonderful."
Zishan smiled happily and nodded vigorously. "Yes!"
"talk later."
"Why?" Zishan pouted and grabbed Yiyun's outer robe, not intending to just let it go.
"Let's talk about it after the matter has passed." Yiyun replied calmly and said no more. Ziyi's eyes quickly turned a few times and smiled. "Okay."
In the tent, there was no sound for a while. Zishan nestled in Yiyun's arms, holding a blanket, quietly, seemingly sleeping but not sleeping.
The barbecue on the flame slowly oozes hot grease. The maid adds seasonings, rotates in time, and adjusts the side that is exposed to the fire...
Outside the tent, the rain kept falling.
Since hell has been connected to the human world, the climate of heaven and earth has been erratic, and people have long been accustomed to it.
Ximuxian Mountain was originally a snowy area, but now, there is no snow falling, only heavy rain.
Ke Ming stood soaked outside the door of the secret room, looking at the door that slowly opened. Standing, wearing a green preacher's robe, without makeup, her eyes were still as innocent as the twilight in the past. Her eyes always had a kind of emotion.
A simple smile that makes people feel relaxed and loved. Hundreds of years of traveling in the world of martial arts seem to be unable to change her heart, which is still the same as when she first entered the martial arts world. This is a rare miracle.
Just like the halo of bloodless legend above her head, the miracle is unbelievable.
Ke Ming slowly knelt down, but was supported by Du Shi. "Senior Sister Ke Ming, what's wrong with you?"
Ke Ming smiled and shook his head slowly. "Junior Sister Dusk, there is no priority in learning, and those who master are teachers. In the past, Ke Ming was dedicated to promoting Wudang chivalry and was eager to lead the Wudang Sect to sow the seeds of chivalry. I once privately thought that you would leave the Wudang Sect like this.
What I did was unwise. Today Ke Ming realized that the person who has been having unwise dreams is Ke Ming himself..."
As he spoke, Ke Ming had a faint smile on his face. He was neither self-deprecating nor confused and disappointed about the future. "Everyone in the world is a Buddha, which is the dream of bliss in the Western Heaven; long-term peace and stability in the three realms of heaven and earth, and where demons and monsters follow the rules are the paradise of heaven."
Dream; Jianghu is bloodless, it is your dream. These beautiful dreams are originally just illusions. Those who think they can be realized one day have already gone astray. Junior sister once said that the path you follow has no purpose.
Let’s not ask for any results. It is precisely because the junior sister understands this, but is still willing to go on this road without looking back. Like a Buddha, why do you think that everyone in the world can be a Buddha? But if there is no belief in pursuing beauty, wouldn’t the world be like a Buddha?
More pain, less beauty? Keming understands his original intention and is willing to move forward on the bloodless road. This can expel some of the darkness and avoid some of the pain caused by the bloody storm. This is the meaning of this road."
All kinds of experiences made Keming suddenly realize. How could there be so many wise men in the world not knowing that a world of pure land is just a dream that can never be realized?
However, there are many people, just like her in the past, who think that it can eventually be realized; but there are still many people who think that they are sober and disdain to veto and judge those who pursue beautiful dreams as stupidity and ignorance. In fact, both are biased
And the self-righteous fools, those who are wise and seek beauty, are like the twilight. What they pursue is not the ethereal results, but the "candlelight" that adds a little brightness to the color of heaven and earth through practical actions.
"Senior sister, I don't know what to say, nor do I know how to deal with it. I just want to say, senior sister is here, it's great..."
I originally wanted to insist on kneeling down to worship my master, but suddenly I abandoned this unnecessary politeness. The Ximu God Sect does not have masters and disciples, only like-minded people.
"When will junior sister come out?"
"Soon."
"Martial arts?" Ke Ming took out the Zhenwu Tai Chi Sword Secret Book from his arms. "Maybe it can help my junior sister."
Jianghu records the latest news, which stirs up waves in Jianghu.
‘Can the former head of the Wudang God Sect return to the world and join the Ximu God Sect? Quan Tong, the head of the God Sect…’
‘It is said that the Bloodless God Sect in the West has been in seclusion for many years in the evening, but after joining the sect, he entered the secret room and could not get out. What kind of amazing magical skills did the Jianghu General add?...'
'Keming returns to the Jianghu to reveal the secret, Keming, who transformed into a technician, is in danger one after another in Xixia, the mysterious Xiaoyin returns to the Jianghu, Xixia rescues Keming... The most wanted criminal in heaven, the murderer who killed Keming, the second assistant of the legend of justice, Keming...
Let the sword call the shots. Gang leader Li Kuangfang draws his sword to help, and the three rescues are famous...'
'Heizi, the leader of the alliance, was furious and summoned the leaders of the various divine sects to identify the disciples of the various sects who had attacked the name, and expelled them in anger... The scum of the world have no way out, so they all come together and let the sword make the decision...'
The rain has stopped.
In the tent, only the lingering fragrance of Zishan's body was left... Along with her, there was also the NPC maid that Yiyun had just bought.
When Xiaoyin disappeared from the tent, deep purple flames engulfed the tent.
Yiyun, who was dressed in a deep purple robe, slowly pulled out Beiluo Zixiao, waiting for the hermit immortals who gathered from all directions...
"Passing away is for rebirth."
, please collect it.
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