He was a tantric ascetic in the desert land of the Northern Wei Dynasty, but because he had followed Master Mo Sect for many years, when he talked with people from the Southern Dynasties, people would not think that he came from the border areas of the Northern Wei Dynasty.
The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is very different from that of the desert, or even that of Luoyang. It's just that he came all the way by water, but he didn't care to see the scenery.
He came on behalf of Lord Mo Zong and wanted to talk to the most noble emperor of the Southern Dynasty.
The emperor has agreed to this meeting and is waiting for his arrival in Jiankang City.
However, the emperor agreed, but some people disagreed.
There is a shore stone by the river. There are countless traces of friction on the shore stone by various cables. However, in the wetland under the shore stone, some aquatic plants are blooming, and a circle of red flowers has bloomed around the shore stone.
flowers.
There was originally nothing on this rock, but when the boat came from a distance and was not far away from the rock, a man suddenly appeared on the rock.
This man is tall and tall, with long hair hanging loose. Although he looks slovenly, he gives people an extraordinarily clean feeling.
His facial features are very upright, and time seems to have left no trace on his face, making it impossible to judge his true age from his appearance.
It seems that he could be in his twenties, and he could be in his thirties.
His expression was very peaceful, like an orchid in an empty valley.
He once appeared by a salt lake in Meishan just to take a look at Lin Yi, but no matter then or now, no one in the entire world of practitioners knew that there was such a powerful practitioner like him.
existence.
He is undoubtedly powerful.
Even though he had been standing quietly on the shore rock for a moment, the ascetic monk on the boat on the river suddenly raised his head and suddenly noticed his presence.
The ascetic monk's brows furrowed deeply, his face became more and more solemn, and he even felt that the bamboo hat on his head was getting heavier and heavier.
The weight was a bit unbearable for him.
So he slowly reached out his hand and took off the bamboo hat on his head.
He then stood up, stood at the bow of the ship, looked at the man on the stone and bowed slightly, and asked solemnly: "Who are you?"
He had to identify the man first.
If this man was not sent by the Emperor of the Southern Dynasties to fetch him, but if he was his enemy, then he would directly choose to escape.
He has no confidence to defeat this man, and he is just a messenger. There is no need to fight a powerful practitioner here to decide life and death.
The boatman who was punting the boat was stunned.
Following the ascetic's luggage, the boatman discovered a man standing on a stone in the distance.
The boatman was suddenly surprised.
The stone stood on the water, at least ten feet away from the shore. However, the man on the stone looked clean all over, and the uppers of his shoes were not wet, and there were no boats around the stone. He couldn't figure out what this person was.
How did the man get to the rock?
"I know who you are, and I won't let you meet the emperor."
The man on the stone did not answer his question, but said these two sentences calmly.
The ascetic lowered his head.
He felt the other person's feelings.
The moment he lowered his head, a soft and powerful breath fell on the boatman's back.
The boatman didn't even have time to shout out in surprise before he was blown away by a majestic force.
He flew out of the boat and hit the man on the stone like a stone thrown by a catapult.
At the same time, the ascetic monk flew back, resolutely flying towards the water behind him.
No matter where this man came from, what is certain is that he must be a practitioner from the Southern Dynasties.
In his opinion, since he is a practitioner in the Southern Dynasties, he should at least take care of the life and death of the people in the Southern Dynasties.
He smashed the boatman away. As long as the boatman could stop him for a moment, he felt that he could escape smoothly.
However, everything was not quite what he thought.
The boatman only felt another gentle tap on his back, and his eyes blurred. The moment he was finally able to scream, he found that he had landed well on the shore.
"My ship!"
In the next moment, the boatman did not even consider whether he was safe or not, or even thought that he had just passed through the gate of hell. He just subconsciously felt sad that his boat was still floating in the river.
If it went downstream, he wouldn't be able to catch up even if he swam across it.
This boat is most of his property.
However, before his heart-wrenching cry could be heard, the figure of the man originally standing on the rock had already landed on his boat like a fleeting shadow, and then flew up without any pause, chasing the ascetic who fell into the water.
The boat was like an arrow leaving the string, raising a white line on the water and shooting straight towards the shore where he was.
The ascetic monk flew dozens of feet out of thin air. When his feet landed on the water, they felt as if they were stepping on piles of cotton and did not sink into the water as he imagined.
Feeling the terrifying power emerging from the water, the ascetic monk's breathing stopped completely. He looked at the orchid-like man in disbelief, and was sure that even the Lord Demon Sect might not be able to defeat this man in person.
He could not imagine when such a practitioner appeared in the Southern Dynasties.
There was a soft pop.
The center of his eyebrows suddenly became strangely sunken.
At the same time, a force of vitality driven by powerful thought power had settled on the man's eyebrows.
He didn't expect to be able to kill this man, he just wanted to use this lose-lose method to buy himself some time to escape.
However, just when the power gathered by his unique true energy and telekinesis methods fell on the man's eyebrows, the man's eyes were crystal clear, with countless criss-crossing light strands, emanating from his skin.
It came out.
The power he suppressed between the man's brows was instantly split, shattered, and turned into countless shimmering flying debris.
"What practice!"
The ascetic monk shouted three words out of shock.
He recognized that this was a method possessed by He Xiuxian. If this man was not much younger than He Xiuxian, he had for a moment suspected that the news of He Xiuxian's death reported in the Southern Dynasty was false.
In the next moment, he prepared to face eternal death.
He was not afraid of death, but regretted that he did not die in his homeland, but had to die in the Southern Dynasty where he first set foot.
It's so humid here that even death is unsatisfactory.
However, at this moment, he heard the man's voice.
"You misunderstood me. I don't want to kill you."
The man waved his sleeves and said, "Go back and tell the Demon Sect that one day he will not be able to talk to the emperor about returning to the Southern Dynasties when I am around."
The ascetic monk was stunned for a moment. He had not yet come to his senses. In the next moment, he also flew up like the boatman.
His body flew up from the water and landed on the shore, but on the other side.