It was raining, and the two of them looked at each other in the rain.
In the 21st century, this would be such a romantic scene. However, in this Northern Song Dynasty, in this southwest borderland, the two people looking at each other were an old man and an old monk respectively.
Of course, one of the two is full of elegance, and the other is like a fairy, but men are men, and no matter what kind of men they are, if they stare at each other in the rain, it is enough to make people feel a little uncomfortable.
However, the discomfort belongs to others, but the two people looking at each other have no psychological barriers.
In fact, these two people are closely linked by fate.
Both of them were once kings of a country, and they both had great ambitions, but they were defeated by others. Not only did they lose their thrones, but they even lost their names.
Once upon a time, they were also the wisest monarchs in their respective countries.
"Duan Silian."
In the rain, Li Chengqu's voice sounded with a hint of emotion. They had met more than seventy years ago. At that time, he was not the king of Quyue, and Duan Silian was not the lord of Dali.
At that time, they were the most wise and powerful princes in their respective countries. At that time, they were very energetic, but they had agreed to form an alliance and conspired for great things.
However, I never thought that after that meeting, we would meet again more than seventy years later, and they would have been kicked off the throne long ago.
"There is no longer Duan Silian in the world, a poor monk with a dharma title of Guanghong."
The monk clasped his hands together in the rain, but his expression was silent.
Li Chengqu looked at this monk. He hadn't seen him for more than seventy years, but their features had not changed at all. Therefore, they had old faces, but they could still recognize each other at a glance.
The younger generation of the Duan family is certainly not as good as the other, but how could Duan Siping's bloodline be useless? The early disciples of the Duan family were all extremely skilled in martial arts. Duan Silian's martial arts may have reached the realm of transformation.
This is not surprising. If one's martial arts does not reach the realm of transformation, how can one practice the six-meridian divine sword that is unparalleled in the world?
"Yes. You are Guanghong now. I am also called Li Chengqu now. During that time, Li Dezheng was dead for a long time."
A trace of sadness flashed in Li Chengqu's eyes, and he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed. He was already over ninety years old. But this smile was like a storm. The rain falling around him seemed to be swept away by invisible airflow and turned upside down.
Rushing to the sky.
Li Chengqu's laughter became more and more wanton and wild, and the rainwater rushed back faster, and finally formed a backward waterfall around him.
In the rain, the monk sighed slightly, but he understood Li Chengqu's sadness. In fact, he had only let go of this sadness over the years.
Their martial arts skills were shocking to the world, and they also had the idea of governing the country in their minds, but in the end, they lost their country.
It's so ridiculous, it's so inexplicable, and there's absolutely no reason to resist.
The feeling of being full of grievances but having no way to vent it can really drive people crazy.
However, he finally saw through it. Buddhism is boundless, and the sadness no longer tortured him. Moreover, the Gao family also began to gradually delegate power, and the master of Dali was about to return to his Duan family.
After all, he is not the emperor's material, but it doesn't matter. At least Dali still has the surname Duan. At least, he can still fight for Dali, but Li Chengqu has no such possibility.
Unlike the Duan family in Dali who seized power, Li Chengqu's rights were taken away by his own son.
Extremely ridiculous thing.
However, this is a fact. Just like the Li Tang Dynasty in the Central Plains, Li Chengqu was even worse than Li Yuan. Not only did he lose the country, but the name Li Dezheng was also lost, and he could not even stay in Jiaozhi.
"Lao Na also begged Almsgiver Li to hand over these prisoners to Lao Na. However, these people are of great use to me, Dali."
The old monk had countless thoughts in his mind, but he felt that he was infinitely luckier than Li Chengqu. At that moment, his expression became calmer and calmer. Seeing that Li Chengqu's anger was building up and could not be vented, the old monk sighed slightly but spoke calmly.
As soon as he said this, the maniacally laughing Li Chengqu suddenly stopped laughing, and the water flowed down, and the world seemed to be filled with water.
Deng Baichuan, who had fainted on the ground, suddenly moved towards the mansion.
Li Chengqu's eyes were cold, but he was not prepared to answer the old monk's words at all, and directly expressed his meaning with actions.
"It's possible that Donor Li wants to have a fight with me."
The old monk laughed and waved his hands randomly. The water in the air was dispersed. It seemed that there was an invisible airflow separating the water. A transparent module that was as flat as glass suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of Li Chengqu.
The rain was still falling, but there seemed to be countless transparent invisible objects between the two of them. When the rainwater passed through these transparent objects, it separated independently, scattered, or formed a water curtain.
Li Chengqu's men had already retreated into the mansion while the two were fighting, and Deng Baichuan was also pulled in by these people.
No one knows Li Chengqu's strength better than them, and seeing the old monk fighting like this with Li Chengqu, these people don't know that this battle will be earth-shattering, and it will be difficult for the two of them to tell the winner.
, but those who watch the battle can easily become victims.
"No self is limitless. It's a pity that it's just selflessness, but it has not reached the state of no sentient beings. Otherwise, I would have to run away immediately today."
In the rain, the old monk's voice was extremely clear. His hands were still waving casually, and his posture was extremely elegant. Every movement contained extremely mysterious principles of heaven and earth, as if he was making random gestures while visiting famous mountains and rivers.
The movements of his hands were elegant, and the old monk's expression was extremely indifferent. He looked at Li Chengqu as if he was facing an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.
If there were other people here at this time, if they didn't just walk between the two of them and feel the devastating air flow, they would probably think that the two of them were chatting in the rain, but how could they know that every breath of these two people revealed was enough to easily
Kill anyone.
"I have not reached the point where there are no sentient beings. Fortunately, you have not reached the point where the six meridians have become empty. If you wipe out all these six meridians and reach the state of being empty, with a single thought, the whole world will be your sword.
I'm so angry, I'm afraid I have no choice but to run away for my life immediately."
Li Chengqu put his hands behind his back and made no movement at all, but his eyes were so bright that it was impossible to look directly at him, and all the sword energy that Duan Silian attacked was blocked by an invisible energy wall a few meters away from him.
"You and I are equally good at martial arts. Seventy years ago we couldn't tell the difference between winner and loser, and we can't tell the difference now. Li Dezheng, do you really want to stop me, or do you really want us to decide whether we will live or die?"
Is it worth it for these people?"
The old monk's tone was finally no longer calm. The attack power of his Duan family's Six Meridians Divine Sword was unparalleled in the world. Even the Dragon Subduing Palm, which is known as the most powerful, was not as good as it, but the internal energy consumed by the Six Meridians Divine Sword was also extraordinary.
, although his internal strength is deep enough to support the consumption of the Six Meridians Divine Sword.
However, Li Dezheng's immeasurable magical power is most particular about continuity. In fact, the word immeasurable is enough to explain how rich the inner power this magical power contains. If it does not distinguish between life and death, and just compares victory and defeat, I am afraid that he will be exhausted in the end.
But Li Dezheng.
However, the few people on this ground really matter whether the Duan family in Dali can understand some things about the Gao family. Although the old monk has devoted himself to practicing Buddhism for decades, he has never forgotten the Duan family in Dali for a moment in his heart.
Therefore, when faced with Li Chengqu's obstruction, the old monk became angry. If Li Chengqu still refused to give in, the old monk was prepared to fight tooth and nail.
In the air, the sound of airflow surging became more intense. The old monk's movements were still graceful, but much faster. Even the cuffs of his monk's robe were already scorched, but they were burnt by the intense friction of the energy.
The old monk's tone and attitude made Li Chengqu's face change slightly.
He really didn't want to make enemies with such a ruthless person, but he didn't want to fight to the death with the old monk. Although his infinite magical power exceeded the old monk in terms of quantity, the actual power was far less than the Six Meridians Divine Sword.
.
If we were serious about life and death, I'm afraid he would die in the end and the old monk would be seriously injured.
Such a deal is not worth doing.
A look of hesitation flashed across Li Chengqu's eyes. His aura suddenly shrank. Rain fell from the sky, but it slid down the human-shaped aura around his body.
A hint of joy flashed in the old monk's eyes, and the sword energy flying in the sky dispersed at the same time.
"Duan Silian, I will give you face, but this is the only time. Although I have protected you Dali, I have done a lot for you Dali in the past years. If you dare to threaten me again in the future, then we will seriously break up.
A life or death."
Li Chengqu said harshly, but the old monk had a smile on his face. His goal had been achieved. The old monk who had practiced Buddhism for decades no longer had the temper of Li Chengqu who wandered in the mountains.
Behind him, the door of the mansion was opened, Li Chengqu's voice entered the mansion from afar, and his men immediately sent Deng Baichuan and others out.
Poor Deng Baichuan is also the owner of a village in the Central Plains, but he doesn't want to meet these two freaks here and be fought over like goods.
In the rain, the old monk showed a smile. He opened his mouth and screamed, calling for people to carry Deng Baichuan and the others away.
However, at this moment, a rapid sound of horse hoofbeats suddenly came from a distance, and accompanied by the sound of horse hoofbeats, there was the sound of fighting.
The old monk and Li Chengqu frowned and looked towards the place where the sound of fighting came from.
In the rain, a fast horse came quickly, and immediately a young man looked at the two of them with lightning-like eyes. The look in his eyes actually gave people the feeling of a sharp sword.
"Sword Eye."
Li Chengqu's voice gasped as he uttered two words.
"My body is like an ape's and my eyes are like swords. I rise from the East China Sea and enter Sichuan at dusk. I never thought that I would see the descendants of that lineage in my lifetime. Duan Silian, I am afraid that these people can no longer be left to you. I can't afford to offend that person's descendants.
"
Li Chengqu gasped slightly and then suddenly laughed. He looked at the old monk with eyes full of joking and ridicule.
The old monk's brow began to be filled with worry.
"Isn't that old monster dead yet?"
A word that sounded like he was mumbling in his sleep came out of the old monk's mouth in a low voice. (To be continued...)
