We are all part of the countless dust in this world, and we can only see each other when we live in the sun, and we can only rot alone when we are in the dark. When Yimi found the painter's painting scroll in person, she saw such a sentence, and the little girl didn't understand the sadness in this sentence at the time, but she was still impressed.

In the deepest part of this world, in the darkest place, there are countless people dying. Most of them have rotted in the past thirty years, and only a few of them are stubbornly alive with unwilling and sick bodies. Once upon a time, Feng Zhan saw the tragedy in the sinkhole as the result that the Empire had finally given up because it was unable to bring those people up.

But after today, Feng Zhan vaguely understood that the real meaning of the sinkhole's existence was not just because of a ruin left behind after the reclamation of the meteorite. This place has a lot of secrets. Perhaps the deaths of countless people during this period are also related to that secret.

But all this, in the end, with the departure of Feng Tired, has become a real mystery that no one knows.

Feng Tili was deeply respected by the soldiers of Chu State, and after Feng Tili's death, Feng Zhan could also know from the sad looks of everyone that his father should have been a truly great leader during his lifetime. Although he always said that he was inferior to Brother Wang, it was really not easy to build such a powerful army in the shadow of such a powerful Qin State.

The funeral lasted only three days, and because of the exhaustion of the wind, the funeral must not be too cumbersome.

During the funeral, Feng Zhan's expression had been terrifying, and Qin Luo wanted to comfort his young master, but he didn't dare to approach. Feng Zhan always sat alone on the beach, looking northwest, and refused to speak for the past three days. After the funeral, Feng Zhan found his father's most trusted wise general. Guo Luchuan.

Guo Luchuan's face was pale, although he was resourceful, but his body was extremely weak, he was a medicine jar and rested in the camp on weekdays, only very tricky or very important things, and he would ask Guo Luchuan when he was tired. When Feng Zhan walked into Guo Luchuan's camp, he could still smell the smell of medicine, Guo Luchuan was weak and always listless in his eyes, but such a person, the three armies were extremely convinced.

Feng Zhan is no stranger to such a role, the scholar is such a person, based on his trust in the account room, he can also understand the trust of these people in Guo Luchuan.

"Uncle Guo." Feng Zhan said.

"Young Master...... Ahem...... Sit. Guo Luchuan was not surprised that the wind exhibition came, and he had been waiting for the wind exhibition for a long time.

Feng Zhan saw Guo Luchuan's calm appearance and guessed that this person had already calculated that he was coming, so he said straight to the point: "Uncle Guo, I heard that you and Qin Luo have always been responsible for my father's illness. Before I left, my dad's health seemed fine, so why did he ...... in less than a month?"

Guo Luchuan sighed: "I knew that the young master would come to ask, alas, the lord didn't let me say it, so the young master had to promise me that this matter should not be publicized......"

The wind spreads out, and the heart is really sick, and there is something strange in it.

Guo Luchuan didn't speak, but found a pen and paper, he wrote a paragraph on the paper, and then gave it to Feng Zhan.

The words on the paper weren't long, and Feng Zhan glanced at them after a few glances, and then he burned them in a campfire under the medicine stove. There is a tsunami in his heart, but he is still calm on the outside, Guo Luchuan looked at Feng Zhan's composure, and secretly admired in his heart.

"I will keep this matter a secret, and I hope Uncle Guo will investigate it with me. At the same time, I will ask Uncle Meng to step up patrols, my father has always been cautious, and this place should be safe. “

Guo Luchuan nodded.

Feng Zhan felt like he was full of anger inside, but he had to calm down because now was not the time to vent.

After walking out of Guo Luchuan's tent, Feng Zhan looked up at the sky and said to himself, "It seems that there will be some delay...... to be able to go back. ”

With murderous intent in his eyebrows, Feng Zhan began to think carefully about what was going to happen.

Although his heart was full of guilt, at the moment of his father's death, he wanted to pat his chest and take over the task of reviving the Chu State, but in the end he still failed to speak, until the last moment, Feng Zhan's choice was still not to be the king of the Chu State.

People who are strong in their hearts will always understand what they really want.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, but in the end, all I can do is find that guy...... The future of the Chu State will be handed over to someone who is truly worthy of their allegiance, and that person is not your unproductive son. ”

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Thousand Buddha Mountain, Buddhism.

The bells of the ancient temple are melodious, and whenever the bell of the Thousand Buddha Mountain rings, it is the time when the monks of the Buddhist sect begin to do morning classes. It is also the time when the people under the Thousand Buddha Mountain rise at sunrise.

This has long been a tradition. The whole Buddhist sect, whether it is a monk of the generation of Master Wunian of the Nine Leaves Buddha or a group of head monks of the pure character generation, will do morning classes when the morning bell rings.

There is no exception in the Buddhist sect, even the Buddha Xiaoye monk, who is now famous in the Buddhist sect. After returning from the battlefield in the Northern Regions, Xiao Ye is no longer a secret of the Buddha Sect, about the source of Xiao Ye's strong strength, but it is still a mystery, and the monks do not think much about it, only that the Buddha Sect will have a peerless strong man born every few decades, and now this strong man is Xiao Ye Monk, which is also common.

Though...... Xiao Ye's strength is really unusual.

Because he is too young, but in this way he can reflect the weight of the word genius, and after the ban is lifted in the Buddhist sect now, Xiao Ye does not need to stay in the backyard of the forbidden land in the back mountain as usual. Being able to chant sutras and chant Buddha with other fellow disciples also alleviates a lot of loneliness that he should have at this age. But perhaps because of the innocence of the child, Xiao Yeye rarely feels lonely, even if he talks to those abandoned birds and beasts in the forbidden land of the back mountain, it seems that he can talk for a while.

It's just that after coming into contact with my fellow disciples, my life has become happier.

He likes his current life, but in the end, in the eyes of Master Fangzheng, Xiao Ye is different from other Buddhist disciples. In Xiaoye's cultivation path, Master Fangzheng is also much stricter.

The morning bell has been ringing in the past few days, but Xiao Ye's figure is gone.

He had a lot of insights into the Northern War, but he was even more confused. At Xiao Ye's age, no matter how amazing his martial arts talent is, no matter how powerful and terrifying the means he can use alone to cast the Great Array of Buddhism, but in the final analysis, in terms of mind, he is only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

In the past few days, Xiao Ye has locked himself in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, although he also wants to cultivate, but now after coming out of the forbidden land, he has gained the greatest freedom from the Buddhist sect. Master Fang Zheng didn't want him to go down the mountain, but gave Xiao Ye absolute freedom on the Thousand Buddha Mountain.

He could go anywhere in the Buddha's sect, in the forbidden land, where he had not been allowed to set foot in previous years.

In the past few days in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Xiao Ye has flipped through some martial arts classics, but his interest is lacking, and in the end, he has been locked in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion almost stunned for several days.

Xiao Ye knew that as the son of the Buddha who inherited the Buddha's power, the founder of the Buddha Sect, the Buddha created the method of the Buddha's power inheritance with supreme wisdom, and because of this, the Buddha Sect will appear every few decades a peerless powerhouse.

It's just that Xiao Ye asked for a long time, and even Master Fangzheng and the previous generation of Buddhas didn't know what the real intention of this Buddha power inheritance plan was.

He inherited the skills of the sages for nine hundred years, and even without chance, he directly entered the peak of extreme intention, and it is difficult for the world to understand the extreme intention, and the peak of extreme intention is in a sense, just as ethereal as the vastness of true martial arts, but Xiao Ye did it when he was a teenager. He is indeed talented, but he is by no means a genius that has not been seen for thousands of years.

And the Buddhist sect, even if it doesn't have itself, only with the senior brother, only a few wordless monks, and five hundred arhats up and down the mountain, it is enough to become the strongest force in the rivers and lakes. So if it's just for one more peerless powerhouse, it seems like it's too much of a fuss.

Why exactly? With such harsh conditions, the Buddha power inheritance plan is strictly implemented by each generation, as if it is to deal with a catastrophe, what kind of catastrophe is it?

Xiao Ye had already forgotten about this question, but he flipped through the codex of the second generation of Buddha in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and many of the handwriting had been blurred.

But the content in it should be fantastical and absurd now.

Xiao Ye vaguely learned in the codex that the Buddha lived to be one hundred and sixty-six years old, and his skills were unparalleled in the world, and there were many factions in the rivers and lakes back then, but they were not as systematic as they are now, and at that time it could be described as a hundred schools of thought. When martial arts were at their peak, it was not now, but thousands of years ago.

Xiao Ya also deduced that in the past thousand years, the genre has continued to fall, resulting in the loss of many martial arts. At that time, Buddhism had already realized this and began to continuously search for martial arts in the world. The codex mentions that there were many unknowable places in the rivers and lakes, but in fact, Buddhism itself is one of the unknowable places, and as the eldest disciple of the Buddha, this Buddha is to travel the world, in the dilapidated sect, recording various martial arts.

There are also those who would rather die than pass on their own martial arts, so these kung fu will disappear completely after many years.

And with the appearance of the masters of the Unknowable Land Sword Pavilion in the rivers and lakes, soon, the destruction of the hundred schools of thought was also intensifying.

At that time, the Buddha sent the Buddha son, who was also the owner of this codex, to challenge the master of the Sword Pavilion, but he was defeated. Then the Buddha intervened and concluded a treaty with the Sword Pavilion. But he saw the evil desire in the heart of the Sword Pavilion master.

Therefore, when the Buddha entered the world, the Buddha founded a sect in Qianfoshan, and because he was worried that the strength of the disciples in later generations would not be able to prevent the future catastrophe, he created the method of inheritance.

Later, Xiao Ye turned over a lot of classics, including the codex of the fifth Buddha.

Hundreds of years ago, the Sword Pavilion has disappeared, but the Sword Pavilion since the evil master, there is no longer a person who is a disaster for the rivers and lakes martial arts, the fifth Buddha once went to visit the Sword Pavilion, and recorded that the master of the Sword Pavilion is bent on comprehending the supreme sword intent, and has no intention of the world.

But the Buddha's foresight is never wrong, so the Buddha's inheritance will not be broken.

In those days, the controversy of a hundred schools of thought had disappeared. The rivers and lakes are gradually unified into several major factions, and it is also the prototype of today's nine major factions, Taoism rises in the rivers and lakes, and its reputation is not under Buddhism, Taoism is a very powerful school in the period of contention of a hundred schools, in the evolution of history, not only did not eliminate, but became stronger. Xiao Ye deduced that most of the martial arts families of the Northern and Southern Sword Sects evolved from the hundred schools thousands of years ago, the weak became wealthy families, and the strong opened sects and established factions to dominate the rivers and lakes.

However, there is no detailed record of the battle between the master of the Sword Pavilion and the Buddha back then.

Xiao Ya deduced that the Buddha had won in the end, but it was not easy to win. And it should have foreseen a possibility. A possibility that even the Buddha feared. Afterwards, Xiao Ye read almost every record about the Buddha that could be read, and also asked the previous generation of Buddha, the old monk on the sickbed, and asked for a long time, everything was still a mystery.

But about that evil plan, he searched all the Buddhist scriptures, and although he still didn't find much of it, he saw two words.

Phoenix.

In this world, the emperor is a slave to the common people, and history is a slave to the emperor, the so-called rise and fall is only a hundred years, and life is the same. No matter how strong a person is, he is as strong as the Buddha, and he will eventually pass away. is like Chu Gaozu, the world is in hand, and he can't compete for the sky.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, the rising sun and the setting of the moon are the norm in the world. No changes. But in the records about the Sword Pavilion, Xiao Ye has seen many different places, the martial arts of the Sword Pavilion are at the highest level, and they can be unconstrained by space, and the form of their strength can also change in an instant, and they can even control their opponents, and the powerful can change the time of day. Seeing this, Xiao Yeji was impressed.

No matter who the founder of the Sword Pavilion was, this person must be a person who fought against the heavens. The martial arts he created were all about realizing the things that human beings could not do one by one, as if they were depriving those rights that only gods could have into the hands of people little by little, but in the end, this predecessor still couldn't change the great law of life and death......

So before dying...... Do you want to take life and death into your own hands?

Cut off all the rivers and lakes, in order to seek the method of eternal life?

Whether that method exists, Xiao Ya doesn't know, but Xiao Ye knows one thing, and that is that if there is really a method of eternal life in this world, then this method must be extremely evil.

What kind of person most desires eternal life?

The one with the most powerful martial arts? The man with the highest power in the world? Or the two in one place.

Xiao Ye is a simple monk, but he has a lot of wisdom, and he wants to know at this moment, as a Buddha, what do he want to do? Is it like the previous generation of Buddhas, decades later to go down the mountain to settle some disputes between rivers and lakes, and then quietly wait for old age to find the next Buddha?

Although the long life has only just begun, Xiao Ye ...... I can vaguely feel that maybe this is the era.

Perhaps the calamity that the Buddha was worried about back then will happen in his own time.

Xiao Ye muttered:

"This world...... Is there really a kung fu to overcome the years? ”

(Happy New Year's Day, Happy New Year, everyone, today's update is presented, and then tomorrow, try to keep changing as much as possible, it's not good to say, after all, everyone will rest tomorrow, and I want to rest too~ And then it's a few days ago, and the momentum has been exhausted,. What about this book, so be it, I'm not going to write another 233 this year, let's talk about it next year. ）

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