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Night soon came.

Luo Zixin in the courtyard was bruised all over her body by Xie Yan, but this little girl was also strong, and she didn't admit defeat, but under Xie Yan's beating, the swordsmanship in her hand became more and more perfect.

"Stupid, don't you know how to use three steps? Do you want me to teach you this? ”

"It's stupid, you're using three tricks at this time, do you want the enemy to cut your head in half?"

Xie Yan, who became serious, was a little harsh.

It was another two hours, and at midnight, Luo Zixin finally practiced this sword technique, the long sword in his hand fluttered, and the sharp sword qi swept out, slashing at the bluestone where Xie Yan had sat before, splitting it into two. Although there is only one sword qi, the power is not weak at all, and the rest is proficiency and accumulation.

"Remember that sword."

Xie Yan threw away the severed branch in his hand and turned back to the wing.

Luo Zixin stood in the courtyard, looking at Xie Yan's back as he left, and somehow, tears suddenly flowed.

Brother Xie, are you leaving?

A girl's mind is always more delicate than a man's, and the fact that Xie Yan is teaching swordsmanship doesn't seem to be anything, but Luo Zixin, who noticed the details, still noticed it.

She understands that Xie Yan is afraid that she is really going to leave this time.

......

Xie Yan left, left the town, and didn't say goodbye to anyone, except for a few people who cared about him, others didn't know that he had left at all, only Luo Zixin was still the same as before, getting up early every day and opening the door of Jishitang. Wait until late afternoon to close the door. A man returned to the courtyard to practice his sword. The martial arts she practiced. It was the Qinglian Sword Technique that Xie Yan had taught her before leaving.

Day after day, keep practicing.

She didn't know how long she had to practice, and how far she had to practice, she only knew the repetitive practice, and slowly, this sword technique became more and more alive in her hands, more and more spiritual, and her own cultivation also improved little by little......

After leaving the town of the cognate sect. It took Xie Yan half a month to find the aura he sensed at the beginning.

Ghosts!

The characters who once stood at the top of this world, even the world can't forget their existence.

"Desert?"

For ordinary people, the desert is a dead land, but for cultivators, the desert is just a more complex terrain, because the water source problem can be solved with a random spell.

Stepping on the dust, Xie Yan walked in.

The wind and sand blew through, covering all traces. All that was left was the golden sand dunes reflecting the scorching heat in the sun, and even the air was distorted. Maybe it's because this ghost didn't hide its breath. Or maybe the other party could lure him over, so Xie Yan didn't spend much effort and found the source of his breath at sunset.

It was a tomb.

A huge tomb covered by sand and dust, standing in the distance, you can clearly feel the breath emanating from the giant tomb, which is the traces of time.

Before the grave.

An old monk sits cross-legged.

For some reason, the moment he saw this old monk, Xie Yan couldn't help but think of the shameless turtle and the little monkey who loved to drink secretly. Xie Yan blew himself up that day, and everything on his body was destroyed, it stands to reason that these two goods should also die, but recalling the ability of the turtle, Xie Yan denied this speculation again, this is a peerless pit that has pitted several ghost emperors, if he didn't have any ability, he would have been turned into Wang Batang long ago.

"Coming?"

The old monk raised his head, a withered face, with dry skin and tree bark on his face, and white eyebrows hanging down to his chest, no matter how he looked at it, he was an ordinary old monk. But it is such an ordinary old monk, but his body exudes the breath of ghosts, this is a real ghost emperor, he must be a true Buddha when he is alive, and he is invincible in the world.

"I've seen the master."

Xie Yan walked across from the old monk and sat down.

At night, the sand is very cold, exuding a biting chill.

"The donor has a ghost body, can see ghosts and gods through yin and yang, and is an extraordinary person. The old monk spoke.

Xie Yan looked at the old monk and did not accept the other party, but suddenly asked.

"Dare to ask the master's number."

"The old man is empty." The old monk whispered a Buddha horn.

Empty Monk!

Sure enough, it's this great god, but isn't this old monk in the forbidden area? In the three forbidden places in the past, there was the tomb of the empty monk, and the news was told to him by the green-skinned turtle, because after this product was harmed by the Dandi, he also went to the empty-smelling monk to fight the autumn wind, and was finally swept out by the monk, and the green-skinned turtle complained a lot about this matter.

"It turned out to be a monk of empty news." Xie Yan saluted.

When he was still weak, he strayed into Lanruo Temple and was rescued once by a Buddhist master, so he didn't have any aversion to the power of Buddhism.

"The monk is dead, and the old man is empty."

The old monk recited the Buddha's horn again and said something that no one could understand.

"How did the Master appear on this planet? I don't remember that the master was in the restricted area? Xie Yan couldn't help but ask.

Since being attacked by the old monsters, Xie Yan has gradually found that this world is too complicated, complicated to messy, a bunch of old and undead monsters, and a bunch of dead and endless ghost emperors, the real world is divided by them, and there will be traces of confusion in many places, and sometimes he even has the illusion that he is dreaming, especially after absorbing the incense, this feeling is more intuitive.

"Forbidden areas are everywhere, because this world is too small."

What does it mean to be everywhere? What does it mean to be too small? Didn't you see that he had crossed several teleportation arrays and traveled in the starry sky for so long in order to get here? How did it become too small in the mouth of this old monk? The more Xie Yan listened, the more confused he became, he originally planned to find the old monk to solve his doubts and solve the current dilemma by the way, but now it seems that instead of being solved, the doubts are piling up more and more.

"Can the donor paint?"

The old monk suddenly had an inexplicable question.

Paint?

"A little bit of it." Xie Yanleng paused, but still nodded.

"What does the donor think of the world?" The old monk pointed to the sky and then to the ground.

One will ask painting, and the other will ask the world, are these monks so able to fool? For the first time, Xie Yan felt that it was very difficult to talk to people from Buddhism, and if it was possible in the future, he would never have anything to do with these people again.

"I hope the master will give me advice."

Taking a deep breath, Xie Yan said modestly.

The old monk sighed, raised his head to look at the gloomy sky above, and said a word with a sad expression.

"The Buddha said that one flower is one world, one leaf is one Bodhi...... The flowers and leaves are so, and that ...... What about painting? ”

Draw?

A flower can transform a world, a leaf can transform a Buddha country, but what about a painting?

Xie Yan's eyelids jumped wildly, and an absurd thought arose in his heart.

Maybe......

A painting can become a world, right? (To be continued.) )