Jiang Yun felt a little desperate in his heart, as all the internal force tilted, Jiang Yun was powerless to move, and only the cold qi that maintained the meridians in his body flowed through his chest like a trickle. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

His thin arms supported the ground, and the tiny stones on the ground pierced the palm that had lost the cover of internal force, and the uneven stones were rolled up by Jiang Yun's embarrassed strength to support his body, and the stones rolled out of Jiang Yun's palm, and Jiang Yun, who was already difficult to support, fell to the ground again with a pop, and the stone ruthlessly cut his palm.

Jiang Yun viciously punched the ground hard, but his weak fist only received the pain that the earth responded to. Unwilling! What can it be? Pain! That's what the weak should bear, hatred! It's just a monster that screams in its body and can't do anything...... Finally, Jiang Yun wanted to lie down, wanted to lie down forever. This world has given itself too much pain, from my father to Lao K, I thought I could throw away my long-term loneliness and depression, and from Zhuo Lingyun to Wei Wei, the warmth of the world that only exists in my heart is like the last candle in the darkness and disappears with the wind. What is there to remember in this world? What is there to remember?

"You're not going to hang up, are you?" suddenly came Xiao Lang's voice.

"Did I hallucinate?" Jiang Yun muttered, incredulous how Xiao Lang's voice could reach his ears again. Spread on the ground and turned his head to look, Jiang Yun smiled bitterly, "Why are you still ghostly, didn't you say that you should leave?"

"I always think it's not interesting to watch you two fools die like this!" Xiao Lang slowly walked to Jiang Yun's side, stretched out his hand and pulled Jiang Yun up.

"If the second fool dies, die, do you want you to be a third fool?" Jiang Yun smiled reluctantly.

"Maybe I'm already a fool!" Xiao Lang naturally didn't want to watch Jiang Yun die, after separating from Xiao Lang last night, he went overnight to find the people from the Tianshan faction to support, after all, Wanjian Mountain is where he grew up, just like that, it is not difficult to find the Tianshan faction, Xiao wasted a lot of effort to make Ling Li believe him, and then thought that the next day was the last day of the Dance Forest Conference, Jiang Yun would inevitably take this opportunity to find Long Aotian to take revenge, Xiao Lang knew Jiang Yun, he was still a reckless and unpersuaded guy, he was still the guy who didn't care about his life no matter how many times he was injured, just to calm the seeds of revenge in his heart, he is still the guy who does not hesitate to make a decision and is covered in bruises. Xiao Lang thought that if he continued to follow this guy, he would definitely hang up, but how could he leave him? In the past, a girl who was as weak as artemisia grass in a rice field stood resolutely in front of him......

"When did I become such a great person?" Xiao Lang touched his heart, "No, I'm not a person who works hard for others!" "Ten people in the world died, nine of them Xiao Lang would never look at it again, but it happened that Jiang Yun was the tenth, and Xiao Lang became this guy's full-time nanny just because he took one more look...... It's strange to say, it's just a passerby. It's really some inexplicable fetters, originally just a passerby, but it made Jiang Yun one of the few people in his life who could be called friends, "If this stupid boy dies, I think I will feel lonely, and my heart should hurt." Xiao Lang figured out his heart, the heart is an unpredictable thing, but Xiao Lang knew that his heart was telling himself at the moment - he didn't want this second fool to hang up in vain, so he ran to find Hua Manxian early in the morning, if Hua Manxian was willing to help, at least it was better than showing up himself. However, Hua Manxian disappeared, Xiao Zilin panicked to find his husband, Xiao Lang finally came to the testing ground of Wanjian Villa, even if he couldn't be his solid backing, at least wait to collect a corpse for him, didn't he......

Jiang Yun climbed up with Xiao Lang's strength, but his internal strength was exhausted, and he staggered from exhaustion, "I'm afraid I won't get better in a month or two this time!" Xiao Lang sighed as he felt his bad body.

"In my opinion, your Xiaoqiang's body will be fine in two weeks, but now it is a question whether the two of us can go out or not. Xiao Lang was holding her and was vigilant all around.

Xiao Liping moved his gaze to Xiao Lang, a slightly familiar person who came suddenly, he had long forgotten it, be careful of Xiao Lang, although he was young, he didn't dare to underestimate it, after all, he was Hanyue's companion. The audience in the ring didn't pay much attention to this sudden appearance, and they all focused on the fight between Qingxiao and Long Aotian. The two of them exchanged more than 30 moves in the ring in a blink of an eye, although Qingxiao's speed was so fast that it was full of praise, it was difficult to break through Long Aotian's dense defense, and even if he succeeded, Long Aotian was not particularly afraid with his strong internal strength, on the other hand, even if Qingxiao succeeded with one or two blows, he could only cause a big threat to Long Aotian's body, and as long as he landed on Long Aotian's blow, he was afraid that all five organs would be damaged, and sure enough, after thirty moves, Long Aotian began to fight back, and his ghost suddenly flashed in a hundred steps, and the next moment Qingxiao saw that there was no shadow of Long Aotian in his sight, "Impossible!" he shook his head, speed was what he was most confident about, how could the enemy disappear from under his nose. Master's admonition suddenly sounded, "If you can't see the enemy's moves clearly, then it can only prove that you are not as fast as him, on the contrary, if others can't see your moves clearly, then you will be invincible in the world!" But how can it be so simple to be invincible in the world. Long Aotian turned into countless fist shadows in an instant, and the fist shadows from all sides rushed from all sides like small tadpoles in a competition to smash Qingxiao into a meat handle. If the abbot is there, he will definitely recognize this move, this is the move that defeated the previous Shaolin abbot Xingyuan. Of course, although these fist shadows are unavoidable, they are just a trick. The real killing move is hidden in the fist shadow, but for people with weak minds, there is no difference between this fist shadow in the sky, and it is impossible to distinguish the real from the fake, so why can't these three thousand fist shadows be said to be real?

Some of the audience under the ring were surprised, some were surprised, some exclaimed, and some were full of doubts, Long Aotian's three thousand fist shadows relied on the light and darkness, not everyone could see this dense three thousand fist shadows, and everyone who saw them was frightened, this is simply not a martial art that people can perform.

Qingxiao only hesitated for a moment, and then hit three punches in his chest, and the shadow on it was no different from the real one, and the three punches almost made him fall to the ground, holding back to dodge the continued attack, but how many punches can you dodge with three thousand fist shadows? Even if Qingxiao's speed is fast, he can't dodge it after all, and in the blink of an eye, his back is rubbed by a fist again, and Long Aotian's strong internal force can make people feel the stinging pain on the skin just by rubbing it with the fist. Holding on for less than ten seconds, Qingxiao flew out of the fist shadow in the sky, landed on the edge of the ring, and opened his eyes again, Long Aotian was still standing proudly in front of him, looking at him with disdain, "Your master Qinghai failed to defeat my Shadow Sect, and you won't be anything else!"

There was a burst of applause in the ring, even though the audience was dissatisfied with Long Aotian's domineering appearance, but no one dared to question his superb martial arts.

Qingxiao felt a sense of humiliation in his heart, he thought that he had surpassed his master, and he was conceited that he was the best in the world, and he thought that no one in the world could stop him, but in front of him was a mountain that could not be crossed, which was the fate of their Qinghai faction. He was so embarrassed that he didn't even have the dignity to get up. "Lost, lost after all!" I saw him pick up the iron beads scattered around him and squeeze them tightly in the palm of his hand, and the next moment he roared and hit his forehead with a roar.

"Donor! Wait!" a slightly old but crisp and gentle voice stopped Qingxiao. Monk Yongjing came with a group of warrior monks, the wide robe wrapped around his bony body, the monk's robe swayed with his advancing steps, he was single and chested but pointed to the sky and asked: "Donor, what do you think when you look at the clouds in the sky?"

When all thoughts were lost, Qingxiao looked expressionlessly along Yongjing's fingers, "Like what?" In his opinion, it was just an ordinary cloud.

"Don't you think he looks like a lion or a tiger?" asked Yong Jing rhetorically.

"So it looks like a lion?" Qingxiao looked closely, and the cloud really had a bit of the smell of a giant beast, "but he is a cloud after all!"

"Yes, he is a cloud after all, but he is ever-changing, not only like a lion but also like a cowering snail, like a tall building, like a big tree...... It's just because you don't see it here!" Monk Yongjing pointed to his heart, "The shadow moves with your heart, in your heart he is just a simple cloud, he is nothing, but in the heart of the old monk, he is not only a cloud like a lion, he is also a thought, time, and eternity." Futu has millions of things, and the heart is eternal in an instant. Yongjing no longer pointed to the clouds in the sky, he said earnestly: "The donor, the parents of the hair, the body and skin of the recipient." Life is just like the clouds in the sky, but the stratus clouds you see are lions in the eyes of others, how can the failures you experience not be success in the eyes of others? How many people in the world can reach your level? Why should you despise your own life so much?"

Qingxiao muttered, "I lost, since I can't stand at the top, what's the meaning of this life, it's better to die with dignity than to live in humiliation." Qingxiao said this, Jiang Yun also resonated in his heart, "It's better to die with dignity than to struggle in the pain of hatred....."

Yongjing shook his head, "Donor, do you know how to become a Buddha?" Without waiting for Qingxiao's confused eyes to respond to Yongjing's words: "Throw away the mortal dust in the world, there is no fear of life and death, no more disturbing suffering, and no more pain in the six phases! To despise one's own life is to let go of everything? No, it is to escape everything. Human death is not the end, let alone the beginning, human death is nothing but nothingness, an infernal purgatory. It is the thousand-year suffering of reincarnation.

Qingxiao was stunned for a moment, and after a long time, he asked, "Then the master taught me what to do?"

Yongjing shook his head again, "The answer has to be found by yourself, the old monk is just an old monk who cultivates Buddhism, and he shouldn't work hard to mobilize the people, trek through mountains and rivers to bring this Wanjian Mountain, when my senior brother entrusted me, I thought to myself why bother with letting go of mortal dust, and then sat down quietly but I couldn't let go of it, so I came after all." Donor, go back, sit down, the answer is in your own heart!"

Qingxiao nodded slowly, as Yongjing said, death is not the end, let alone the beginning of another life. Although unwilling, although humiliated, Qingxiao slowly stood up, he bowed to Monk Yongjing, and then the cyan figure flashed and blinked his eyes and turned out of the Ten Thousand Swords Villa.

"It's really an honor to listen to the master's preaching, it's really like washing your ears with a clean bottle!" A hearty laugh came, and Wan Qiushan showed a hypocritical smile on his face, "Hello Master Yongjing, I was fortunate to see Master back then, but I didn't expect that Master is now more deeply bounded!"

"Who are you, donor?"

Wan Qiushan's smile froze in the wind, it wasn't that Master Yongjing deliberately embarrassed him, it's just that he really didn't know this guy, there are eight or nine out of ten monks in this temple, how can Wan Qiushan remember it in his heart. However, Wan Qiushan's stiff face quickly eased, "Master Yongjing sincerely cultivates Buddhism, I can't remember that I should too, my name is Xiao Liping, my brother is the former owner of Wanjian Villa, and he took me to visit several masters on the mountain many years ago, and that is our ..... who is still supported by Xingyuan."

"In this way, I have some influence, the old monk is really confused. “

"Master Yongjing was a Buddha back then, it is rare to see Master you go down the mountain, what is the matter with coming to the mountain villa?" Wan Qiushan's words were full of politeness, and he himself said that the white hair and white eyebrows did not look much older than Monk Yongjing, and this mouthful of a master made people feel a little uncomfortable. "Does Shaolin also want to fight for the title of the leader of this martial arts alliance?"

"No, no, no, the leader of the martial arts alliance, I don't want Shaolin, I know that my senior brother also specially instructed me not to compete for the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance, my Shaolin is just a cultivation of Buddhism, what is the use of this martial arts alliance leader, there are many capable people in the world, and whoever should take it is who takes it."

Long Aotian, a Shaolin monk, said with joy in his heart when he spoke like this: "The Shaolin monk is afraid of my Shadow Sect after all, and he won't come to fight against me!" But seeing that Monk Yongjing was still with a group of stick monks, and seeing his white eyebrows and thin face, he looked like an ascetic master, and couldn't help but ask arrogantly: "Then what are you doing in Shaolin Temple?"

Long Aotian didn't need to ask to recognize it, and Monk Yongjing was by no means a fool, so he naturally guessed that this was Long Aotian, otherwise he wouldn't have sent him, "I'll be alone with the Dragon Sect!"

"Who?"

"An old man named Wan Qiushan. ”

As soon as he heard this name, Long Aotian became vigilant again, his brows naturally furrowed, and the aura of a king overlord emanated. You don't have to say anything to see the dissatisfaction in his heart.

Monk Yongjing didn't care about the look on Long Aotian's face, he continued: "I'm an old monk, I don't like to take care of the idle affairs under the mountain, this time it should have been the senior brother who came, but he was injured, and he couldn't care about the things under the mountain." The old monk doesn't like to take care of the affairs under the mountain, but he is merciful, and saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, so I must take Wan Shi back to explain to my senior brother. Yongjing's words seemed negative, but Wan Qiushan's determination to go back was resolute.

Long Aotian looked at this thin-faced monk Yongjing, but he didn't expect him to have the slightest intention of fighting, the words not only revealed the information that the abbot was injured, but also the meaning that as long as you let people go to Shaolin, you don't care about your troubles, if this said this came from the mouth of Ran, Long Aotian immediately agreed, but this monk Yongjing can't do anything? After thinking for a while, he suddenly thought that his Shadow Sect had another big mess to deal with by himself, and today there was news that the traitor had been found...... Long Aotian was inevitably anxious in his heart, he thought that it was best to deal with the affairs of Wanjian Villa immediately, and not to cause too many troubles, he raised his head and muttered:

"Good!"