With the rupture of the Bodhi tree, the belief of the seowon was buried in the billowing smoke and dust and the ruins that would not be traced for many years to come.

Not many of the academy people who believed in the Bodhi tree had seen this scene of destruction with their own eyes, because the teachers and students of the academy had long since been left under the slaughter of the twelve stars of the heavens.

It's not a sadness.

The remnants of the academy people saw the faith and the world in their hearts burned from afar, and there was no sadness in their hearts.

There was a kind of calmness in those eyes that were terrifyingly calm, and there was a kind of calmness on those cheeks that were as dark as death.

Calm in the face of death.

The academy will be swallowed up by history in this catastrophe, but it will exist in people's hearts. Even if these people's hearts are like ashes, they will still exist in the memory of the rise and fall of the world.

The world cultivates the six-character door.

The world here is not overturned, and the whole world is the academy.

......

A figure in Tsing Yi walked out of the sea of smoke and fire, dusted off the dust on his body, and looked into the distance.

He walked from the outer courtyard to the mountain of dilemmas.

He didn't turn or find his way through the ruins and smoke as far as the eye could see, he just had to lift his feet and take a step, and his feet would make a way under his feet.

Whether it is the bones of the cold in front of him, or the academy idiot who knows that he can't do it, he wants to die......

There is a little-known Taoist temple behind the dilemma mountain, which is said to be dust-free.

There is an old man in the dustless Taoist temple who is not crippled in body and heart.

The old man's name is Meng Qingshu, before Huang Fuyi and Luo Changfeng entered the Bodhi Academy, Meng Qingshu was a well-deserved little uncle in the academy.

Yes, Meng Qingshu in the Dustless View also taught the Wuxiang Dao Sect.

Unlike Luo Changfeng and Huang Fuyi, Meng Qingshu was brilliant at their age.

There are two methods of Sichuan word door, 36 words of lotus life recipe and five word door, and the talented little master and uncle are cultivating the latter. The "Stone Record" that was assessed in the college entrance examination was written by him.

When he wrote this classic book, he was a Taoist master in Liuzimen, a Taoist master who overwhelmed the light of the twelve stars and twelve people in the heavens.

He wasn't what he is now.

All his life, he seems to be seeking the dustless view of prosperity and decline, and the old Tao is quietly waiting in the view, waiting for the saint surnamed Chen in Tiandong.

The gate, which had not been destroyed, was blown open by the wind.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi, who came from the dust but was dustless, walked in.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi, who cut off Bodhi with his own hands, looked around the Taoist temple, looked at the towers, looked at the maple forest that remained unchanged in all seasons, looked at the poignant fallen leaves flying all over the sky, and looked at the remnants of flowers all over the ground.

The gaze of the Taoist in Tsing Yi finally retracted, and fell on the back of the dustless Taoist who was cold and lonely in his old age.

When the gaze fell, the towers collapsed, the maple groves burned, and the fallen leaves and flowers turned to ashes.

Everything around that was within the sight of the people of Tsing Yi Dao became a scorched earth in an instant!

The dust-free Taoist temple is full of smoke.

Meng Qingshu sat in the view, with his back to Chen Sheng.

Didn't turn his head because of this, didn't get up because of this. He was blind, his legs were crippled, he couldn't hold a knife, he couldn't cut a saint. He couldn't stand up, he couldn't see the scorched earth.

It doesn't make any difference whether you turn your head or not, whether you get up or not.

What's more, in order to trap the Celestial Illusory Star that broke in a moment ago, he was almost running out of oil, and he couldn't get up again.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi looked at his back.

A piece of blue brick and tile fell.

The roof of the Taoist temple was sprinkled with a ray of heavenly light.

The sky light shone through the smoke and dust, and then a lot of bricks and tiles fell from the daylight.

The candlestick is down.

The offering was shattered.

The roof beams are broken.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, with his back to the figure of the Taoist in Tsing Yi, he was buried by the collapsed Taoist temple.

A cyan aura shot up from the ruins, fleeing into the distance.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi frowned, obviously a little displeased.

He stretched out his hand, and a huge palm appeared in the gloomy sky.

He stretched out his hand and shook it, and his huge palm held the green spirit light in his hand.

He spread out his palm and saw a psychic bronze sparrow.

He flipped his palms face down.

The bronze bird that could not escape the Five Fingers Mountain obediently turned into an ancient and magnificent high platform in front of him, which was the seventeenth bronze bird platform on the list of divine soldiers.

There are three figures trapped on the bronze bird platform.

The Qiao brothers and sisters who passed through the twelve stars of the sky, and the apocalyptic Heavenly Illusion who trespassed into the sky to save people before the Tsing Yi Dao people set foot on the Dustless Temple.

The three figures have been swallowed by the psychic bronze sparrow, and they are no longer alive at this moment.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi, who had lost three disciples, still had the same complexion.

With a wave of his sleeves, he took the bronze bird platform into his sleeve, and he looked at the last intact place of the Ruined Academy, which was where the Wuxiang Dao Sect lived before his death.

Forget the love of the river!

There is an old swordman without a knife in the Forgetful River and a knife apprentice he has just recently joined the door.

The old sword leader is named Broken Smoker, and he was a descendant of the Heavenly Sword Broken Clan in the past.

When he was young, he was gifted and had an unlimited future, but he was tricked by fate, and was tragically murdered in the first war, known as the new generation of heavenly swords of the Duan family, and finally fled into exile. Vowed to take revenge on the shame, he entered the Bodhi Academy when he was most embarrassed and depressed, and followed the Wuxiang Dao Sect to learn the sword, and it has been more than half a life.

For the rest of his life, he spent half of his life in the college.

Of course, the identity of the smoker is rarely known in the academy.

Except for the Wuxiang Dao Sect Master and Apprentice Zhuang and several older Academy Dao masters, only Bai Yu, a sword idiot who had been instructed in the Dao cultivation by his favor, knew a little about it. Therefore, in the eyes of the rest of the teachers and students of the academy and the teachers and students of Tsing Yi, the senior Mr. in the library building is a mysterious figure.

No one knows that he cultivated geometry.

No one has ever seen his knife skills.

Even Dean Zhuang only knows that the smoke-breaker is of the same generation as today's sword breaker, and he is a veritable sword breaker. Otherwise, the Wuxiang Dao Sect would not have passed on the academy's self-sacrificing sword to this person, let alone let Huang Fuyi follow this person to learn the knife.

Yes, Huang Fuyi is learning knives!

Before he died, he learned to cut off the most proud knife in his life!

The Taoist people in Tsing Yi stepped into the Forgetful River.

Seeing that the master had arrived, Tianyin Xing respectfully stepped back.

The chubby old knife man squinted his eyes, and suddenly a cold knife wind rose in the glacier and snow field, rolling up the ground with ice and white snow.

The old sword leader glanced at the messy snowflakes in the sky, and the snowflakes turned into knives.

The old knife leader looked at the continuous glacier and snow field, and raised the mountain for a knife.

The old knife leader captured the traces of the wind, and the north wind that had not dissipated for thousands of years in the river turned into a bone knife.

He didn't let Huang Fuyi, who was holding the courtyard knife, look at it, because Huang Fuyi's eyes were blind. Because this last cut is not meant to be seen.

Except for the smoker, everything in sight turned into knives in an instant, countless knives, countless knives.

The voice of the smoker echoed through the awe-inspiring mountains and rivers of the wind and snow knife.

"I have a knife in my heart, and heaven and earth are enshrined as a sword. ”

Between heaven and earth is wind, snow, and mountains!

So the wind and snow between heaven and earth, the mountains and rivers turned into knives, and slashed at the Tsing Yi Taoist who stood between heaven and earth with his hands in his hands.

Although the old sword leader only has a catastrophe, the power of this last sword has already surpassed the scope of the heavenly sword.

This sword comes from the world, and only beheads the heavenly feet and stands on the holy earth.

This is a real one-of-a-kind butcher's knife.

Chen Sheng stood in the middle of the snowy mountains and rivers with his hands in his hands.

A Tsing Yi robe was cut by a seamless knife.

Tsing Yi robe shattered.

Chen Sheng narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky.

A temple loomed down in the gloomy sky, shattering the mountains and the earth and enveloping them.

Wind and snow blew on the four walls of the temple.

This temple, which once enshrined the statue of the god of Tiandong, has always been as stable as Mount Tai in the wind and rain.

The smoke-breaker who had exhausted his life's cultivation and slashed out this human slaughter laughed maniacally.

"Chen Sheng, after all, you are still a shrunken turtle under this butcher's knife. ”

The laughter of the smoke-breaker came to an abrupt end.

His eyes, ears, mouth, and nostrils were bleeding.

The spiritual acupoints around him were broken inch by inch.

Huang Fuyi, who was holding the courtyard knife tightly, hugged the old knife leader, leaving two lines of blood and tears.

The way of the butcher's knife that the teacher had mentioned to him sounded in his mind.

The corpse is slaughtered.

If you don't have a butcher's knife in your hand, the price of using a butcher's knife is to be a corpse.

It's a pity that this knife didn't slaughter the Eastern Sage that day.

The wind and snow gradually stopped.

Huang Fu Yi turned his body sideways in one direction, and then got up with his self-sacrificing knife, he knew that there was a Heavenly Hidden Star in that direction.

The Hidden Star, which ranked third among the Twelve Stars of the Heavenly Heavens, had already turned into a catastrophe, and he didn't give Huang Fu Yi a chance to make a move.

A golden hook of fishing line forged from snowy silk pierced Huang Fuyi's shoulder, tearing the latter's body in half.

The courtyard knife was plunged into the snow, and the bloodied senior brother lay in front of the door of the small courtyard......

Heaven and earth fall silent again.

The silence of the academy without a living mouth is a little terrifying.

After rummaging through the academy, the twelve stars of Jingtian, who had not found Luo Changfeng's whereabouts, gathered in front of the small courtyard in the Forgetful River.

I don't know how long this silence passed, and the figure of the Taoist in Tsing Yi walked out of the temple that sheltered from the wind and snow again.

Chen Sheng looked at the old knife leader who fell in the snow in front of him with emotion.

In terms of realm cultivation, although it is also a realm of catastrophe, the smoke-breaker is still far inferior to the dean of Zhuang Dao Xuanzhuang. But this sword leader was able to let himself be injured, which shows that the strong combat power of the Xingzi disciple is extraordinary. If Dean Zhuang had this sword path cultivation, it would be difficult for him to say victory or defeat even if he was a statue of Tiandong.

Chen Sheng's gaze fell to the small courtyard again, and his eyes seemed to be able to see the Phaseless Dao Sect lying in the mourning hall in the courtyard.

After a long time, the Tiandong Divine Statue who had destroyed the Daomen Holy Land with his own hands sighed deeply: "The world has cultivated out of the academy, and the Daomen Holy Land has never been there. Sad, weeping!"

Sound the world.

Heaven and earth whimpered.

Thunder and lightning flashed in the lonely sky, and rolling dark clouds suddenly converged and condensed in the sky of Bodhi Academy, and a torrential rain fell between heaven and earth.

The rain-soaked birds landed on the linden tree in the ruins, and the birds kept screaming, as if crying, and did not flap their wings again.

The white goose in the Bodhi Garden wandered in the muddy garden for a long time, and finally found the location of the garden gate in its memory, and stopped in place, looking at the ruins around it, not knowing where to go.

A flower tree in the peach blossom forest that luckily saved the peach blossom branches, in the ruined forest, could not bear to listen to the wind and rain crying, and broke the flower branch and fell in a pool of blood.

Not far from the flower forest lies a young man and girl who still have a breath.

The boy picked up a broken flower from the pool of blood and mud beside him.

A bitter and satisfied smile appeared on the boy's face.

The boy coughed up blood, crawled to the side of the angry girl, trembled and stretched out his hand full of mud, and put the peach blossom in the girl's hair.

The girl burst into tears and smiled.

Two hands, one large and one small, met in a pool of blood, and the ten fingers were tightly clasped together.

The boy and the girl held the hand of the son, and finally grew old with the son, and life and death were inseparable.

......

This rain is the sorrow of heaven and earth for the academy allowed by the people of Tsing Yi Dao.

(ps: After reading it, the end of the academy is not the end of this book, don't get me wrong.) In addition, there is a fellow who writes a fantasy book in the same vertical and horizontal, and I will help push it down, although it is useless to know. The following is a brief introduction: Ascend to the Nine Heavens, Fight Tianjiao. Code, runes, black technology. Walk on the road of immortals and kill all saints. Gods, demons, treasure bodies, who fights with the Immortal Palace, sweeps the Eight Desolations and Liuhe... Title: The Sword Master of the Heavenly Domain. If you like cool writing, you can take a look. ）