When the young monk and the little beggar had dinner, drank a few sips of idle tea, and continued to create calligraphy and paintings.

The sun sets and the moon rises, the stars are dotted, the night swallows the earth, and the whole of Yizhou falls into a deep sleep.

The dim lights and dim candlelight can illuminate the hall and the darkness in the spacious official road, but they cannot illuminate the charming green mountains.

Just like the Chenyue Heavenly Sect in Ji Yu's mind, those green mountains have never been able to see the whole picture clearly, and the mountainside is hidden in the clouds and mist all year round, and it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to see the true face!

At this moment, the night breeze entered the room, and the young monk suddenly stopped writing, as if he had been struck by lightning.

The little beggar noticed the young monk's abnormality, so he raised his head and asked in a confused voice, "Brother, what's wrong?"

The young monk narrowed his eyes and said, "Tonight's night is not dark and the wind is not high, but it is also a murderous night!"

The little beggar smiled and said, "Why don't you write him down and I'll draw him?"

The young monk grinned, showed a mouthful of neat white teeth, and said, "Okay!"

Then, the young monk and the little beggar began to pull out two large pieces of snow-white rice paper, one writing and the other drawing, just like those candidates who fought in the examination room.

Ji Yu rode a horse to Yizhou, the night was dark, and the entire Yizhou city was already asleep.

But the "Shushui" calligraphy and painting shop is still open, and the dim candlelight is scattered from the inside to the street, revealing a trace of weirdness and unusualness in the darkness.

Ji Yu's heart suddenly became vigilant.

In the slowly coming night wind, there was a faint cold killing intent, piercing like the ice and snow that Beiming would not melt for thousands of years.

The galloping horse stopped, because Ji Yu tightened the reins, and because of the two people who suddenly appeared in front of him.

A cook, a play.

The cook is oily, fat head and big ears, and he is carrying a knife behind his back, and his air is magnificent, as if there is no chef in the world except him.

The actor wears a black face, is thin, and a cold knife in his hand exudes a bit of coldness.

The knife didn't look like a knife, it was like a performance prop in Peking Opera, but when that bit of coldness was attached to it, it was more like a knife than any knife.

Ji Yu knew that the cook was the famous cook in the Donghua Continent, but who was this actor?

Ji Yu frowned after the sudden stop of Le Ma, his attention was raised for twelve points, his body and mind were like a tense bowstring, which would eject at any time, and as for the dazzling, fiery red sword bracelet on his left wrist, it also vibrated at a high frequency, and the sound of the sword was like a slight thunder that continued to explode.

The cook and the actor looked at each other and smiled.

The drama sighed: "What a strong sword intent." ”

The cook said: "The Nine Emperor Princes, Ji Yu, Xichu fell into the water and was reborn, and since then he has risen to the top and created miracles repeatedly, just like those genius monsters in the cultivation world. ”

"However, I don't think it's a rebirth from falling into the water, I suspect that you are the ghost from the Demon Well of Chenyue Tianzong. ”

Ji Yu raised his eyebrows and did not speak.

Sometimes, explanation is a cover-up, and a cover-up is a real thing, so it is better to be silent, and silence is golden.

Seeing that Ji Yu didn't speak, the two didn't care.

The corners of the actor's lips rose slightly, and he said, "Are you alone, or are we going together?"

The cook said, "I'll go first, and then I'll go up if the situation isn't right." ”

A cold glint flashed in Ji Yu's eyes, and he was a little displeased.

Whether in his previous life or in this life, he doesn't like to be a fish on the chopping board and let others slaughter it.

This feeling is very irritating and disgusting.

So without waiting for the cook and the drama to finish discussing, the sword of one eyebrow turned into a bracelet sword and fell into Ji Yu's hand, and the cook and the drama only felt the night wind blowing in their faces, and a fiery red dazzling sword light stabbed like lightning.

This kind of cultivation and such a strong stabbing attack actually didn't pose any threat to the famous Kuzi of the Donghua Continent, but the dense sword intent and the state of mind of all things and one sword made Kuzi have to pay attention to it.

It wasn't the vital part that was stabbed, but the right arm of the cook.

Fighting with a super strong person like Kuzi is the real mayfly shaking the tree.

It is basically impossible for the mayfly to uproot the tree with a single blow, unless the sun comes out of the west, even if the mayfly is not an ordinary mayfly.

Since you can't pull out its roots, then shave its branches first!

Ku Zi's face did not change, and he suddenly stretched out his right hand, and then raised two fingers, clamping the sword light that rushed like lightning from Ji Yu's eyebrow sword.

How can the light of fireflies compete with the bright moon?

The corners of his mouth floated into a contemptuous smile, Your sword is very fast, but in the eyes of the old man, it is a little slow.

However, before he could laugh for more than three seconds, the smile stiffened on his face.

And the corners of Ji Yu's mouth were floating with a faint smile.

The smile was cold, almost as cold as the knife in the actor's hand.

An ominous premonition floated through Kuzi's heart, as if he was about to fall into an abyss full of demons waiting for you to step into and eat your flesh.

So, Ku Zi let go of his sword in fear.

At the moment when he let go of the Yimei Sword, the fiery red sword body of the Yimei Sword suddenly inspired a terrifying sword intent, sweeping within a radius of ten zhang, and for a while, the house collapsed and the green bricks cracked.

Chenyue Heavenly Sect, Wild Sword Technique!

Wild, I am the only one!

When the sword body of the Yimei sword inspired a majestic sword intent like the sea and swept the square, Ku Zi also pulled out the ox unraveling knife on his back and stood sideways in front of him, blocking the crazy sword intent.

The "Shushui" calligraphy and painting shop is naturally within ten zhang, and it will also face the point of being destroyed by this fierce battle.

But when those sword intent spread wildly like a monstrous wave, the young monk's face was full of nervousness, and then he reached into the placket of his chest.

Then, the little beggar shouted with a serious face: "Three, seven!"

Then, the young monk took out a worn Buddhist scripture from the placket of his shirt and threw it at a certain position in the air in front of him.

I don't know if it was the shattered night wind that was stirred by the sword intent, or some other reason, the Buddhist scripture quickly flipped over, as if a big hand was secretly manipulating.

That is, when the Buddhist sutra was rapidly turning, a ray of golden light was born from it, like a piece of soft silk, spreading rapidly in all directions.

Then in those golden lights, there were sprouts of golden lotuses waiting to be released, which made people feel dazzled.

Because the number of golden lotuses is so great, it is like the stars in the sky, the raindrops on a rainy day.

However, in just an instant, those golden lotuses bloomed and gave birth to a beautiful brilliance again.

The golden lotus bloomed and gave birth to a beautiful golden brilliance, and it continued to condense, spreading to the surroundings, gradually forming a beautiful barrier.

Buddha Lotus Barrier!

The little beggar felt the terrifying sword intent outside that seemed to destroy the world, and asked tremblingly, "Brother, is this really okay?"

The young monk touched his head dotingly, and said, "Fool, what else could happen, when the cultivators wanted to kill us, weren't they also devoured by these golden lotuses and then cut off their heads with a firewood knife?"

With the words of the young monk, the little beggar didn't know how many past events came to his mind, and his originally restless heart immediately calmed down. 11