Chapter 32: The Fool and the Wise

His mind was distracted by the lifeless soil, and he had already committed the greatest taboo of a swordsman: distraction. If a swordsman is distracted, he can fall into anyone's hands, even a child who has just walked. This kind of stupid and low-level mistake in Yan Nantian's eyes was only made by those young children who only held the sword and didn't move anything, but he made it.

An untimely but unexpectedly sound sounded in his ears. No, not one, but two. His back was already soaked when he heard a voice from behind, and when he heard a voice from behind, his face showed an indescribable strange emotion.

"I hope that in front of this blue wave pool is not a fool who has come to die, but a swordsman with a sword ready to duel, and now it seems that you are the former." The voice was cold with a sarcastic look that was not disguised. The voice that sounded in his ears at about the same time as this ruthless voice was very sweet and pleasant, and anyone who heard this voice probably would not regard the owner of this voice as an enemy, but the words in the pleasant voice made the people in the bureau feel that their dreams were shattered: "Hehe, it seems that Jun Xiaoran's judgment is still very accurate, and the person who came to send him to death really has only one stupid person named Yan Nantian!" Hey, it seems that I still have to waste a lot of effort to deal with that ice and snow clever Moon Palace Master. ”

Yan Nantian raised his head and saw a man and a woman walking towards him on the opposite side. The woman is young and beautiful, with a smile as delicate as a flower on her face. The man is handsome and resolute, with a strong and terrifying aura on his face, which is a powerful man who stands out from the crowd and stands tall in the mountains and forests whenever and wherever he is.

Looking at the two men and women in front of him who were very similar to the impressions in his mind, Yan Nantian looked at the man's sharp and cold eyes, his hand couldn't help but want to touch the broken sword straddling his waist, the swordsman's intuition thought that the young man in front of him with a temperament like a king was the peerless swordsman he was looking for.

As for the woman who was dressed in an apricot yellow robe and had a delicate body, she was temporarily filtered out in Yan Nantian's mind. Woman? Do you understand the wonderful feeling of sword against sword when the swordsman draws his sword? This is not to be taken lightly. It's a kind of disregard that seems to be born with it from the heart.

"You want to draw your sword? At this moment. Jun Xiaoran looked indifferently at the swordsman in front of him who had the pious and unstained eyes that only swordsmen have, and said lightly. Yan Nantian, this strange but unrivaled familiar name turned around in Jun Xiaoran's mind. He and Yan Nantian had only met three times, but he had an extraordinary understanding of this man who had only met three times and had not even spoken for a quarter of an hour.

There are often many irrational but very logical things in the world. Some people may not understand each other and distrust each other even if they live together for the rest of their lives. And some people, even if they only have one side, can be honest with each other and know each other.

In Jun Xiaoran's opinion, Yan Nantian is such a person. He knew very well why he knew Yan Nantian's thoughts, and the reason was not because he was so smart. It's because Yan Nantian's thoughts are too simple and pure, in one sentence: this person is just a swordsman looking for a sword and a sword.

Yan Nantian pressed the conflict of drawing his sword, and when he returned to his senses, he noticed that in addition to the swordsman opponent named Jun Xiaoran in front of him, there was also an audience who should not have participated in this duel that the audience should not have participated in. He didn't look at the female crown that was not comparable to an idle woman, but looked at the swordsman in front of him very seriously, and said, "In your opinion, do you still need to pay attention to the time, place, and occasion in the duel between the swordsman and the swordsman?" ”

"Swordsmen don't need to pay attention to this, but now you are not a swordsman, but a corpse about to fall into the arms of death." A voice that Yan Nantian was very disgusted but had to admit was very sweet sounded, answering his question.

"My name is Li Mochou. It's a pleasure to meet you, the swordsman Yan Nantian, but allow me to tell you the unfortunate news, you are about to be embraced by death, do you say you will thank me? "Lotus steps. Li Mochou slowly walked in front of Yan Nantian, looked at Yan Nantian with a charming smile, and said in a very strange and pleasant tone.

"A sweet kiss from a viper?"

Listening to the voice in his ears, he, who had always been fearless, suddenly felt an unprecedented chill. The thought popped into my mind. Suddenly, he seemed to understand that he was not entering the sacred swordsman's dueling arena, but the arms of death.

"Want to kill me Yan Nantian? I wonder if your sword is sharp? In an instant, in Li Mochou's surprised eyes. A powerful momentum suddenly emerged from Yan Nantian's body, just like the divine soldier had faded away and been buried by the years on the surface, showing the shocking edge that the divine soldier should have.

"This is Yan Nantian!" Jun Xiaoran, who saw this scene in his eyes, said calmly, in Li Mochou's opinion, Jun Xiaoran at this moment seems to be also a sword, a sword that will be unsheathed but deliberately unsheathed.

"The most terrifying thing about the sword is no longer how sharp and tough it is, but how terrible it is when the sword is unsheathed." At this time, Li Mochou suddenly thought of the person who took his heart away and made a deal with him.

No, it should be said of God.

A burst of yin qi permeated the mansion with a plaque of righteousness and brightness, and the yin qi became thicker and more intense and cold with the stillness of the sound and the passage of time. Yin Qi seems to be eroding people's bodies and infiltrating people's minds.

But then, a voice broke the eerie and eerie atmosphere.

Chang Wuxin, who was the closest of the four Chang brothers on Tie Shou's side, reached out and knocked on the coffin containing Ji Wufeng with the iron rod in his hand, which was almost as tall as him and weighed twenty catties, and stared coldly at the unkempt but very calm Jianghu Taoist priest in front of him with an almost bloodthirsty look, and said, "You said that he is still alive and not dead?" ”

The Taoist priest chuckled and nodded, "He is naturally not dead now, although he is no longer breathing." ”

Hearing this, Fu Yin almost couldn't stop, and was ready to send his men to drive out this charlatan. How can a person with a broken neck be okay? However, without waiting for Fu Yin to act, Chang Wuxin, who was bent on pursuing the end, asked again: "How can you prove that he is not dead?" ”

The Taoist priest looked at Chang Wuxin with eyes like an idiot, and said, "Of course it's to save him and let him wake up and speak, is there any other way in this world that can make me trust you?" "Speaking of which. The Taoist priest, who seemed to be immersed in his most professional aspect, clasped his nose with his hand, pointed to the coffin with a great expert posture and said: "Coming back from the dead, this is the job that Taoist priests I am best at, this person is five thousand, and your iron hand is also five thousand, you have to pay us a total of 10,000 taels, how about it?" ”

Bang.

Chang Wuxin waved the iron rod fiercely, and the iron rod directly smashed the yamen out of a hole, his eyes were full of murderous intent and looked at the Taoist priest, and said, "Yes." If you can't save them, then bury them with you. ”

The four brothers of the Chang family were reckless in the rivers and lakes, although they had followed the iron hand for many years, but they still acted recklessly, and now that the iron hand was dead, there was no one to restrain them.

The Taoist priest smiled, his smile seemed indescribably gloomy in the eyes of everyone. He slowly walked to the coffin, patted the coffin wall gently, and said softly: "The cycle of life and death, the cycle of heavenly dao." Is death more than the end of all things? Isn't that the beginning of all things? After that, the Taoist priest slapped the coffin hard, and the coffin with a good texture was immediately slapped apart by the Taoist priest and fell to the ground one after another. And Ji Wufeng's person was held in the palm of his hand by the Taoist priest and floated in mid-air.

Because of the death of Ji Wufeng and Tie Shou, white cloths were hung everywhere in the palace. The white paper inserted, and the paper figures covered with codex, look indescribably terrifying. And at this moment, Ji Wufeng's body was floating in the air, and a thought couldn't help but sound in everyone's minds, and they looked at this Taoist priest who was regarded as a charlatan by them from the beginning but had extraordinary cultivation: "Could it be that he can help people come back from the dead??? ”

Immediately, Zhang Fuyin and the four Chang brothers saw the most unbelievable scene in their lives: Ji Wufeng really opened his eyes and came back to life.

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Angry? He didn't know how many years he hadn't had this emotion. In his opinion, if a person is really angry, then he has taken a small step back on the path of evolution. He is God, he is the God who is about to rule this world, so he cannot have this kind of emotion that ordinary people have.

Anyone has to admit that he is indeed a great person, he has done things that hundreds of millions of people in the world can't do, he has obtained the immortality that ordinary people want, and he can also restrain his emotions and control his seven emotions and six desires. In the eyes of ordinary people, he is perfect, he is a god, a god who can do anything.

It's just that when he looked at the cold man in front of him and said in a very rational tone that he was just an ordinary woman who was a crazy person with extraordinary martial arts, he suddenly had an urge to get angry. But the Divinity controls this impulse so that the demonic nature does not appear.

Suddenly, God laughed, and he came up with a great idea that seemed to help him achieve what he needed to achieve. He stretched out his elegant, slender and slender hand, and slowly moved the inn suspended above his head to the ground, and it was hard for Ying Yue to imagine that such a hand that was only seen on scholars and celebrities would have such an incredibly powerful power.

"You're the first person to dare to speak to the gods in that way, and that's fine, I can reward you for asking me three questions, and then we'll do a game that interests you very much, how about that?" Invite the Moon Palace Master. Shen smiled and looked at Ying Yue, with a cat-and-mouse playful look in his eyes, but his eyes were very good, and he believed that even this little girl with a delicate mind would not be able to see through the playfulness in her eyes.

The most fearful thing for people is the unknown, the most eager is the unknown, when the unknown is placed in front of people, the two brothers stupid and smart will surface, invite the moon, are you only worthy of the fool who is with the devil or worthy of the wise man who stands behind the god? (To be continued......)