"How many days will she have to come to her senses?"

Standing on the bank of the Lan River, Red Butterfly wore a red dress and swayed with the wind blowing on the river, but there was a little smile in her eyes, which seemed to be quite emotional.

Qu Zhengfeng was standing beside her, and he was also looking at the figure in Jiang Xin's Snow Drinking Pavilion that had been standing for three days.

It was already early morning on the fourth day.

"The opportunity for epiphany is not easy to come by, sometimes for a moment, fleeting, and sometimes for a hundred generations, you will not be able to die. You ask me, and I don't know. ”

He drew his sword in one style and said a few words, which was just to "establish his heart" with this as a sorrow.

But who would have thought that she would be so perceptive?

The opportunity for "epiphany" is often not sought by monks. For some people, one epiphany can catch up with the practice of others for three or five or even thirty or fifty years.

And now, after seeing sorrow for three days, I am afraid that the harvest should not be small.

"Her talent, I saw it when I first saw it, I was ordinary. But later I learned that his heart was the key to such a long growth in his practice. You say......"

Red Butterfly said slowly, and was about to ask Qu Zhengfeng what he thought.

But at this moment, in the Jiangxin Stone Pavilion in front, the figure that had been standing for a long time actually moved!

Red Butterfly was stunned for a moment, then showed surprise on her face, and said with a smile: "It seems that I have already realized it." ”

Indeed, I have realized it.

The sword light and sword shadows in my mind finally slowly dispersed, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that the Lan River was flowing in front of me, never stopping.

In the early morning mist, mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus wafting from nowhere, there is a refreshing elegance.

She felt that within the hundreds of limbs, there were countless hot spring-like turbulences converging, swimming from the meridians that she didn't exist towards her eyebrows.

It turned out to be an extremely pure spiritual power!

At the same time, in the depths of the spiritual platform, the soul power that had been hidden for a long time also surged out!

An impulse that is completely uncontrollable!

A kind of grandeur that arises spontaneously from the bottom of my heart!

It seems that even if the mountains and the sea are dry in front of her, they can't stop her will!

No killing, no sword!

No heart to die, no sword!

No self-center, no sword!

The so-called drawing of the sword, the "meaning" of drawing the sword, is more important than the drawing of the sword itself.

Once the true meaning of the word "draw the sword" is understood, there are thousands of blades in the world, which one is not a sword? !

At this moment, the spiritual power and soul power in her body had quietly fused, and a chaotic aura gradually emerged. But seeing this long world, in the Drinking Snow Pavilion, a dazzling sword light that is enough to shock the world is steeply pulled!

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering bang!

The wide river in front of him was struck by this knife, and thousands of waves were raised. The direction of the knife is easy!

The river on both sides rolled upside down, and it was unexpectedly born in the river to open up a wide road to heaven that was more than fifty zhang wide!

The real "knife cut-off"!

A snow drinking pavilion is not worth mentioning compared with the wide river, and the sorrow of standing in the pavilion is even smaller than the thousands of waves, and it may not be able to see some waves when thrown into the river.

But it is such a small existence, with a knife pulled up, the Lan River is cut off!

Seeing this extremely majestic scene from afar, the red butterfly couldn't help but gasp, and her eyes burst out with infinitely stunning brilliance.

After a long time, the river that had been cut by a knife for sorrow slowly returned to normal.

At this time, the red butterfly just took a step, floated up from the bank of the river, and soon landed in the pavilion.

At this moment, the wind on the river is very strong, and it lifts up the clothes of sorrow, and it has a hunting style.

Although she had been standing here sleepless for three days, she looked so radiant that she could not see any fatigue between her eyebrows.

When the red butterfly came up, she saw her looking down at the deer cutting knife in her hand, thoughtful.

"Three days of epiphany, it seems that you should gain a lot. ”

She walked to the side of the sorrowful and smiled, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Seeing the sorrow, he came back from his contemplation, raised his eyes and saw that it was a red butterfly, and was surprised for a moment, then smiled and said: "I was trapped in my mind before, and there was always a way to understand it, but now it is suddenly enlightened." The harvest is not small. ”

The style that I had learned in the dungeon of the night ship was called "drawing a knife" when I saw sorrow.

Now because Qu Zhengfeng drew the sword to "teach", she not only "drew the sword" and finally succeeded, but also made full progress in cultivating in the past three days, and could barely be classified into the category of the late Yuan Infant.

Such a change can be seen by the red butterfly.

She said: "Your junior brother Bai Yin was originally going to leave three days ago, but because you had an epiphany, I couldn't rest assured, so I watched here for two days. It wasn't until there was some news from your division's side that something seemed to be going on, and he left with Zuoliu and the kid holding the watermelon. Now, what are you going to do?"

"Me?"

Seeing the sorrow, he couldn't help but turn around, looked towards the shore and woke up the villa, his eyes paused, but he saw a figure of Angzang on the shore.

Qu Zhengfeng is by the river, standing with his hands in his hands.

When he turned his head to see sorrow, he naturally saw sorrow, but he didn't mean to go over at all. just glanced at it lightly, didn't say a word, turned around directly, and walked towards the Awakening Villa built on the mountain.

Step by step, after a while, the figure slowly moved away.

Seeing that he was silent for a while, he returned to Red Butterfly for a long time and said: "I also want to go back to Yashan, but before that, I want to find a Taoist friend of Kunwu to learn from each other." After returning to Yashan, it is time to go to the hidden realm and complete the agreement with the seniors. ”

“…… Hidden?"

Qu Zhengfeng left, and the red butterfly also saw it, and sighed in her heart, but there was nothing on her face, just listening to the second half of the sentence, she suddenly raised her eyes to look at her.

Red butterflies are demons.

A pair of eyes, with that innate bewitching temperament, seem to be entangled with a cloud of smoke, which makes people unable to see through and see through.

At this moment, when she saw sorrow, she only felt that there was a strange emotion in her eyes: "Is there something wrong?"

"Nope. Red Butterfly shook her head and lowered her head with a sigh, "Hidden Realm, you don't have to go anymore. ”

"Don't have to go again?"

I was a little surprised to see Chou, and almost immediately thought that I had spent sixty years in the cracks, but I was afraid that it was already too late.

But Red Butterfly still shook her head, as if she could see what she was thinking: "It's not too late, it's ......"

And what?

He stopped halfway through his words, and it really didn't look like the style of an old demon like Red Butterfly, who had practiced for thousands of years.

Seeing sorrow, my heart became suspicious.

Red Butterfly waved her hand and looked into the distance: "Why don't you have to go, you will know when you go." ”

If you go, you will know why you don't have to go.

This sentence is really interesting. And the red butterfly's slurring and vague language really made me feel a lot of doubts in my heart. But she didn't say it explicitly, and she wouldn't ask more.

All in all, the Hidden Realm is a trip to be made no matter what.

Seeing that he was worried about this, he didn't think much deeper, only raised his hand, arched at the red butterfly, and said: "An epiphany, a long delay, seeing the sorrow, I set off and said goodbye to the red butterfly fairy." ”

"I hope there will be a chance to talk about it another day. ”

Red Butterfly also nodded, so she stood in this snow drinking pavilion, and saw that sorrow directly turned into an ethereal shadow, heading straight to the west.

Soon, the figure turned into a blurred shadow.

In a trance, I can't see half of the concern, and there are no thousands of entanglements.

It's just fluttering and chic.

On the mountain road not far in front of the Awakening Villa, Qu Zhengfeng's footsteps had stopped, and he looked sideways at the figure that was gradually moving away, silent.

"Let her go, I'm afraid you won't have such a good opportunity again in this life. ”

A slightly cold voice sounded abruptly beside him, and Qu Zhengfeng didn't need to look back, he knew that it was the red butterfly that came up.

She didn't quite understand what she said, but he knew what she meant.

It's just that......

"I don't want to. ”

Unwilling.

Such two simple words clearly reveal a strange arbitrariness and presumptuousness. Red Butterfly thought that these two words were not surprising when they came out of anyone's mouth, but at this moment, it was Qu Zhengfeng!

"You're crazy! Besides her, in these nineteen continents, where can you find a second person who can really let you 'enter the world'?!"

"Who told you that I didn't join the WTO?"

Qu Zhengfeng's voice was very soft, as if it was blown by the wind, and it was about to disperse into this dense and verdant mountain forest, and it disappeared in an instant.

He took one last look in the direction of the west and looked in the direction where the sorrow had disappeared, and then he took a step and headed again to the top of the mountain.

Red Butterfly stood in place, looking at his back, his specious words echoed in his ears, and an endless shock suddenly arose in his heart!

"You-"

"Buzz ......"

Before she could speak, between the mountains and rivers, an unpredictable aura had landed from the sky of the Nine Heavens, covering a radius of hundreds of miles!

On the eastern horizon, the red sun is erupting, illuminating a small half of the sky, but it is not bright enough, so between heaven and earth, there is still a faint left of dawn.

But at this moment, there was a stream of light like the Nine Heavens Milky Way, pouring down!

"Boom", thunder in all directions!

As a result, the streamer scattered in all directions, and in an instant, a faint Qi colorful phantom light was folded, shining on the dark and gloomy stratus clouds in the sky, and turned into endless auspicious clouds in the blink of an eye......

What a great power is that?

Sense heaven and earth, let all things bow down!

Many years ago, red butterflies had seen such a scene.

It's just that she didn't expect that at this moment, in this situation, in this situation, she could still see it!

Can be curled and the wind is clear......

Indissoluble.

I was puzzled.

From entering the WTO to returning to emptiness, it is necessary to penetrate the seven emotions and six desires and turn them into the word "virtual", so that all these will no longer affect the monks, so as to be more in line with the way of heaven and nature.

Qu Zhengfeng has indeed reached the peak of his accession to the WTO, and he is only half a step away from breaking through.

But this last point, and the hardest part!

Obviously, we talked yesterday, but he was still trapped and hesitated.

Right now, why did you suddenly break through?

Looking at Qu Zhengfeng, who was shrouded in streamers and had stopped in front of him, Red Butterfly only felt that something seemed to be stuck in her throat, and her voice was slightly dry and trembling.

"What have you realized?"

What did you realize?

Qu Zhengfeng looked up at the dome covered by thousands of auspicious clouds, but his heart came to mind when he drew his sword three days ago, the pair of eyes were ......

With one hand behind him, his figure was still straight.

But at this moment, he slowly closed his eyes, as if he wanted to completely bury some thoughts in his heart, and only replied to Red Butterfly: "Let it go." ”

- Put it down.

The red butterfly stood in place, unable to see Qu Zhengfeng's expression, but could only see him rising again, climbing up the stairs, the mountain wind blew his robe, and the brilliance pouring down from the sky illuminated the golden cloud and thunder patterns embroidered on it, shining and flickering......

At this moment, the Awakening Mountain Villa has become the focus of the entire Nineteen Continents.

Northern Zen Buddhism, the top of the Baizhang High Floating Tower.

A monk holding a Zen staff and holding a hundred and eight prayer beads looked to the southeast. The wind from above was very strong, blowing his extremely unique snow-white robe, but it did not make him move even half a point.

At this time, only one Buddha name was announced: "Amitabha Buddha ......"

Snowy Tantra, thousands of miles of frozen snowfields.

A huge deep blue lake, like a crystal clear glass, and like a brilliant jewel, set in the snow-covered plateau.

A pair of eyes of the same color as the lake slowly opened at the bottom of the lake, and the flowing lake water condensed into her faintly graceful body.

"What is love in the world......

The bottom of the Moon Hall in Yashan Mountain, on the high platform of the altar.

The huge Heavenly Mirror, as if sensing the changes between heaven and earth, suddenly lit up. So, sitting cross-legged on it, the dry bones stained with dust slowly came to life.

The abundance of flesh and blood reappeared on his body.

A pair of old eyes, looking somewhere in the void, but it was a long sigh.

……

Just like the ship accident that day and night, at this moment, all the powerful monks who could perceive the vision of heaven and earth had already learned of Qu Zhengfeng's breakthrough.

For monks to practice, entering the world is the sixth layer, and returning to the void is the seventh level.

The former can be called an "old monster", but the latter has to be called a "great power" by anyone who sees it. It can be said that in the entire nineteen continents, there are very few monks who can be called powerful!

In less than sixty years, I have jumped three realms in a row!

From the infant to the out-of-body, from the out-of-body to the WTO, and then from the WTO to the void......

The speed of Qu Zhengfeng is so fast that everyone is terrified!

Even now, he is a giant, and he can't help but be silent.

Kunwu Peaks, located in the left three thousand, at this time the morning sun has not come out, and it is still in the end of the night. In the hall of a crane, the candle flame on the bronze crane lamp is about to burn out, and the light and shadow are becoming more and more dim.

Hengxu Zhenren stood at the door of this hall and looked in the direction of the sea of stars tomorrow.

The colorful glow in the east pierced through the darkness before dawn and illuminated the four directions, but in his heart, it cast a deeper and deeper shadow.

He stood for a long time, until the light was gone, and he did not move a single step.

In the apse, there was the sound of soft footsteps.

Every step seems to conform to a certain rhythm, and it is very comfortable to fall on people's ears. But in that clear and Yue voice, there was a little imperceptible coldness: "Master." ”

Hengxu didn't look back.

He just closed his eyes slowly, and his voice was very calm: "This son has been hiding his evil heart for a long time, and now he will become a big disaster one day." ”

The person standing behind him, whose figure was cast on the dark and cold ground by the shaking candle flame, looked long and indifferent.

Hearing this, he didn't answer, but slowly lowered his hand behind his back.

Then the foot-long rectangular shadow in his hand on the ground also moved, and disappeared into the shadow cast by his figure.

……

At this time, Jian Chou had just entered the Broken Immortal City and stood outside the Heaven and Earth Reverse Tourist Store.

A figure dressed in a pale robe stood quietly under the old willow tree in front of the shop, and the lotus leaves and lotus canopy that he held when he used to be boating on the lake disappeared in his hand, but he was replaced by a long sword with a gray-green scabbard.

It's none other than the hermit sword that I'm looking for on this trip, Wang Ke, the first of the fourth heavenly monument today.

"Seeing the sorrowful Taoist friend, we met again. ”

The first to greet Wang Ke was still indifferent.

Seeing the sorrow, he smiled and stepped forward: "When we met in the lake that day, I thought about competing with Wang Qidaoyou. Now that I'm here, fortunately, Daoist friends are still there, I don't know, would you like to give it a try?"

"It's okay to give it a try, but—why do you say yes?"

Wang smiled as well, but threw out a seemingly thorny question.

Seeing sorrow, he immediately raised his eyebrows.

She was delayed for three days because of an epiphany, and she didn't come to Wang Ke in time, but when she came today, Wang Ke was standing under this old willow tree, no matter how she looked, it didn't look like she happened to be here.

Fight and fight, what other reasons do you need to find?

But since the king wants a reason, what does it matter if she gives one?

The smile in his eyes deepened for a while, and it was also a little more dim and unclear.

Seeing that Chou stretched out her hand towards the void and grasped it, the Human Emperor Sword that had fallen in her hand since the Hidden Realm of Qingfeng Nunnery had already appeared in front of Wang Qi's eyes, instantly making his pupils shrink, it was an unprecedented sense of danger!

Human Emperor Sword!

Isn't this the sword of his senior brother Xie?

How could it fall into the hands of the sorrowful!

In my mind, the countless rumors I had heard in the past, as well as all the inside information I got from the recent contact with Kungo, all passed quickly.

The king clenched the hermit sword in his hand, but he didn't speak, just looked worried.

Seeing that he was worried, he didn't sell anything to him, so he just said happily: "If you can win, this person's imperial sword will be brought back to Kunwu by you, and the thing will be returned to the original owner;