Chu Haoran had just flown in mid-air when he discovered that there was an extremely secret spell that was activated by the ubiquitous evil qi.

In the next second, he fell into the ground like a heavy blow, and the demons around him didn't even notice it at all.

A mysterious man in black armor appeared behind him, slowly approaching, and suddenly the mysterious man sensed that something was wrong.

He wanted to run, but Chu Haoran had already appeared behind him.

"It's all here, how can we not see each other."

Chu Haoran pressed it with one hand, and this place collapsed out of thin air, and the space was folded and displaced.

People disappear like mirror images.

Chu Haoran on the ground patted his body and smiled evilly, thinking to himself that these people are really stupid, don't they even know how to use a stand-in?

"It's the spell I'm most proud of, I don't know if you've ever seen it."

"Reincarnation!"

A huge vortex absorbed the two of them together, and at the same time, the memories of both of them were erased, and they became an ordinary person in this so-called reincarnation.

The horror of this trick is that it is like falling into another world.

Reincarnation is average, and occasionally there is a third perspective, but I can't remember anything.

Both sides will be part of the multitude, and it depends on who can wake up faster.

The ancient city wall manifested on the earth, and behind the city wall was a magnificent palace complex, and a king on the dragon chair who was supposed to live with heaven and earth opened his eyes, and his body exuded the smell of decay at this moment. Outside the palace gate stood respectfully a Confucian scholar who looked like a civil official.

"Awake, king, the world is restless again."

The man on the dragon chair looked into the distance, outside the city wall, up to the Nine Heavens, down to the Netherworld has been occupied by gods and demons, these camps that are usually life-and-death, but this moment is surprisingly harmonious.

"Fengxiao, how long have you been with me?"

The Confucian replied, "There has been a reincarnation of following my king. ”

The man on the dragon chair covered his chest and coughed violently, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

"It's a reincarnation, and it's not too long. I've forgotten how long I've been around, so long that I've begun to wonder if I'm still alive. ”

The man stepped out of the palace in one step, and the hall behind him collapsed, and the huge roar was like a clarion call for war, and the gods, demons, demons and Buddhas outside the city walls launched a general attack.

The black river of the Netherworld slammed into the city gate with the corpses that had existed since ancient times, and the thunder god manifested in the sky, and the thick thunder roared like a dragon. Phoenixes burning with fire appeared in droves, obscuring the sky.

Under the summons of the warlock, the rivers of stars turned into channels for the giant ships to gallop, and a group of warrior monks rushed to the city gate under the golden Buddha light. They also had well-trained armies around them.

The Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes were blessing the demon clan with charms, and several famous demon kings directly provided their own inner pills to provide energy for some siege weapons. Scholars also sit in the canopy and win with luck.

The king on the city wall gradually changed from middle age to old age, and the atmosphere of decay was even more serious, looking at the magnificent battlefield in front of him, he smiled and said, "Feng Xiao, you said that it would be nice if these people had been so united." ”

There was a hint of resentment in the Confucian scholar's eyes, and he said, "All beings are ignorant, why doesn't the king restart the heavens." ”

As he spoke, the first wave of attacks had already fallen on the city walls, and the mighty thunder could not even penetrate the protective light curtain, and the blazing sun was broken one by one by the sharpshooters on the city walls.

"I know you are unwilling, but no one understands my hardships, this world needs a new king, I am tired, I want to have a good rest."

The king turned and took a step to the bottom of the altar, and the old body continued to flow with multicolored brilliance, like a stream of water poured into something at the top of the altar.

In the canopy, eyes fell on the altar, and some people looked at each other and went together, but they were knocked to the ground by the two big seals in the palace in mid-air.

"You are so daring, Li Fengxiao, the deity must be scattered!"

The Confucian scholar Li Fengxiao held the pen and put the pen out of thin air, and the big golden characters continued to manifest the divine in the sky, blocking those gods and ancestors and immortal emperors. "Is it worthy of you to disturb the king's decision?"

Even with the combined efforts of several generals, it is impossible to stop everyone, but only a few of the strongest people rushed into the Great Dao, and the rest of the people did not dare to fight for their lives, so they had to consume.

The king stepped on the steps step by step, and a golden light came from the sky and fell beside him, and he made a Buddhist salute and said, "Since the king wants to abdicate, why should he leave the world in chaos, it is better to hand over the authority to the right person for temporary safekeeping, just for the common people." ”

Wang said coldly, "Go down, you monk." As he spoke, the golden light on the Buddha's body suddenly shattered, and even cracks appeared in the golden body, and it appeared at the bottom of the altar in an instant.

A few more rays of light wanted to descend on the altar, and the king walked with his hands in his hands, "Noise! Those rays of light were shattered in an instant, the Taoist man holding the dust, the fat-headed and big-eared teacher fell to the ground, his face was like gold paper, in contrast, there were a few rays of light that were even more miserable, directly shattered into a few and fell into the heavens, life and death are unknown. It wasn't until this moment that everyone understood the difference between them, but because of this, everyone was even more fascinated by the true throne.

This war that shocked the heavens and all the worlds did not make everyone rush to it, a small monk who was originally thin suddenly cried, everyone thought that it was a demon barrier, and the second day presided over the little monk to beat the stick, since then there is one more wine in the world, the demon monk who does not cultivate the rules and precepts, everyone in the Buddha country shouts and beats.

Located in the world's most blessed land, Yunlu Academy, a scholar who is expected to become the dean, has since returned the academy's sword seal and disappeared. There was also a Taoist boy who suddenly went crazy in the divination, smashed the alchemy furnace, and lured the outer heavenly demons into his body to kill Bai Yujing, the holy land of the Daomen.

In the depths of the void, there was a group of quaint temples in that unknown place, as if the temples that had been assimilated by the void suddenly bloomed with immeasurable light, and phantoms emerged from the light, bustling and mighty.

On the empty hall one after another futon place manifested the figure of the monk, on the huge lotus platform in the center, the Buddha opened his eyes, smiled with flowers, the heaven and the earth fell silent for a moment, the monk who was rushing to the ground also stopped, sat on the ground, and the monk on the futon also stopped chanting.

"What is a Buddha?"

The voice is obviously not loud, but it is like a thunderous sound that hits people's hearts, making it impossible for people to respond with lies. Heaven and earth were still silent, and no one answered.

"What is cause and effect?"

At this time, a young monk stood up and said, "Yuan"

"What is fate?"

The young monk shook his head and retreated to his place.

The Buddha set his sights into the distance

is also sitting on the lotus platform, the treasure is solemn, smiling with flowers, but the afterglow of the corner of the eye has an indescribable demon, as if the desire of this world will wrap him, as long as you go to worship, you can be extremely happy.

"The human heart is also the heart of the Buddha, and where the person is is the place of the Buddha"

The monks around him, either meditating with their eyes closed, or having an epiphany, only the young monk at the beginning came to the temple with a very different style and indeed Buddha nature with a sad face.

This strange Buddha saw the young monk and asked, "Fate is born and fate is extinguished, can you become cause and effect when you come here?" ”

With a wave of his sleeves, the illusion of the surrounding wine pond and meat forest suddenly dissipated, and he replied, "We are all Buddhists, and we only hope that this Dharma can survive and not be annihilated in this changing situation." ”

"What a person in the Buddhist sect, a good Dharma still exists, but how do I think that all beings in this world will not be destroyed, how can they achieve nirvana, and how can this Dharma exist!"

The monk shouted, "If it weren't for your followers, they would inevitably become the most powerful part of the troubled times, where would I come to talk to you more, it's all heresy!" ”

After that, the monk made a lion's roar and formed a vajra demon seal, and he was bound to fight.

The evil Buddha still looked at the young monk quietly, and just as the monk was about to step out, a Sanskrit sound like thunder sounded in the ears of this small temple.

"Enough, Jin Cicada, greed and hatred are already in phase, quickly retreat!"

A huge palm in the sky pressed downward, and the evil Buddha had no sorrow or joy, and waved his palm to meet it. The monk named Jin Cicada suddenly came to his senses, recited the Heart Sutra, and sat cross-legged.

After the blow, the evil Buddha could no longer maintain the Buddha statue, turned into a white-haired monk, and said with a smile, "Buddha, you said that the golden cicada is in appearance, aren't you also in appearance now?" ”

"Seeking bliss without sorrow and joy, what is the difference between my blissful desire and now, it seems that I still want to leave incense for this Buddha after all!"

There was no more movement in the sky, and the golden cicada chanted the Buddha's name and turned away, disappearing into the void.

In the dilapidated temple, only the face of the incarnation of the evil Buddha remains, sometimes hideous, sometimes crazy. Circles of ripples spread under his feet, and the gray light turned into a place of bliss on earth, some people were thirsty for killing, some people were wine ponds and meat forests, some people were given something by God, and some people burned incense and worshiped Buddha. The blissful desires of all sentient beings emerge in his Buddha realm, and there is an endless stream of faith power from the heavens and all worlds to use it against him.

Above the void, the golden Buddha closed his eyes, and a crack appeared from the center of his eyebrows, like spider silk all over his body in an instant, the golden body was shattered, and the Dharma remained, at this moment, only a few people knew what was happening, and they raised their eyes to look.

And that's just the beginning!

In the brilliant golden capital, a handsome man lies on the eaves, holding a sword and looking at the moon, at first glance I thought it was a famous hero, although it was ordinary clothes, neither shabby nor luxurious, but wearing this person has an invisibly more power.

There was a noisy shout in his ears, and the man turned his head sideways to look at what should be a wealthy merchant's manor in the distance, and the smoke was billowing in the dark night like long snakes crawling towards the sky.

"Chu Haoran, hurry up and stop the thieves with me, someone has ransacked the mansion outside the money clerk!"

A big man in chain mail jumped up to the attic with a big axe in a few moves, and although the man named Chu Haoran stood up, he was not standing on the path that those figures who flew on the eaves and walked on the wall.

A few more people from the rivers and lakes appeared on the roof of the house under the shouts of the big man, and they all stood in a staggered formation to intercept the black-clothed people who were being chased.

In addition to the money clerk, the richest man in Jindu, there are almost no industries that he is not involved in, and even many people can do business or he has given up a part of the market, saying that it is stagnant. Where will there be less master guards around such a person, how can he be a simple person who dares to burn his garden and can escape, everyone understands the truth, but life is forced to only hope to be able to have some credit, so that even if you can't enter the official door, you can also receive a large amount of medical expenses, which is better than barely living like now, the wind and fire seem to be chic, but the actual bitterness is only understood by yourself.

The man with the big axe is named Yuan Gang, a wounded soldier who was discharged from the army, and originally arranged a job, but he was fascinated for a while but chose a seemingly generous compensation.

Chu Haoran looked at the figures that were getting closer and closer, but he didn't prepare for it, but left himself a way out early, he was not arrogant enough that he had the ability to stop these people.

The three black-clothed men kept fighting with the pursuers behind them, and when they saw someone blocking in front of them, two of them broke off, and one of them rushed forward. Yuan Gang saw the opportunity, and with a swing of the big axe, a true qi slashed out and shot directly at another man in black, but the axe fell head-on and slashed at the incoming enemy.

At the same moment, the companions around them attacked one after another, attacking in a staggered manner, shooting arrows with bows, and blasting out their true qi. The man in black looked sarcastic, and said with a smile, "A group of waste, dare to learn to be a lackey!" ”

After that, he smashed the axe blade above his head with a punch, but the fist collided with the axe made of stainless steel, and Yuan Gang was even numb by the shock, and he was about to throw the axe out.

Before everyone was shocked, the man pressed forward with one hand, and everyone only felt that there was a huge suction and repulsion force in their bodies, and the invisible aura exploded in an instant, and the people who came to stop them fell sideways in the nearby alley, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

At this time, Yuan Gang also had remorse, but the dying man gave it a go, grabbed the handle of the axe with both hands and cleaved it down with the momentum of Mount Tai's pressure, and the true qi of his body condensed the blade of the axe.

The man in black took a forward posture, the red light in his hand flashed slightly, and he was about to punch out, but he had to make a defensive gesture, turned his fist into a palm, and slapped it at the axe, and the huge force directly made the big axe out of Yuan Gang's hand, and smashed straight into a cold light.

Chu Haoran also made a decision immediately, instantly took off his sword, and fell in the air.

The man in black took a deep look at the house where Chu Haoran fell, the sword just now, the accuracy of the timing was terrifying, if he took the time to kill this swordsman, he would inevitably be caught up by the pursuers behind.

Chu Haoran patted the dust on his body, apologized to the frightened master's family, and came to the place where Yuan Gang fell, looking at the big man who was already half dead, with blood constantly bubbling from his mouth, Chu Haoran understood that the person was not dead, but this injury was estimated to take a year and a half. Yuan Gang was kind to him, and he couldn't help it.

Yuan Gang vomited blood, grunting and wanting to say something, Chu Haoran signaled him not to get excited, simply sealing his several acupoints to convey true qi was already the limit of what Chu Haoran could do.

In the highest and most prosperous restaurant in Jindu, a heroic woman looked at the smoke in the distance and bowed to the man sitting in the center, "Master, the apprentice wants to practice his hands." ”

The man sitting in the center is Yi Xuanwen, the first swordsman of today's dynasty, who reached the top as a teenager and has not made a move in 20 years.

Yi Xuanwen stroked the piano with his hand and said, "Don't learn from your senior brother, you don't leave room for ruthlessness, practice your hands, don't make any extraneous branches." The woman is a closed disciple he accepted, named Hua Lingdu, who has been surprisingly strong since she was a child, and is the daughter of a general, and she is even more advanced in her cultivation, and she has been ranked among the top ten teenagers in Jindu at a young age.

I saw her get up and run, like a long rainbow cutting through the sky, and the guests around all applauded.

The flowers and spirits are all dressed in long skirts, but there is no grace of a woman, and the long hair is fluttering but full of heroism. The sword in his hand kept changing his sword technique in the air, and the sword qi swam away like a golden snake, and the man in black suddenly felt bad, and the three of them forcibly shook the pursuers, and the three of them formed a formation, and the golden circle shrouded the three of them. The sword qi descended, piercing through the protective shield almost instantly.

A long knife broke through the air, and the flower spirits blocked it with horizontal swords. The jade finger flicked, and the sword trembled slightly, but the owner of the long knife was pulled by this slight fluctuation, and with the dance of the flower spirit, it drew a circle in mid-air. Another man in black was piercing with a cold light, and his spear was like a dragon, running through from the bottom up. Hua Lingdu was, pinching the sword trick, the sword in his hand left on its own with the enemy and crashed into the tip of the spear, and at the same time shook the last man in black with his backhand, but the invincible fist met the enemy this time, and the man in black was shocked and flew out.

The black-clothed man with the knife was also blown away because of the collision, and it happened to fall in front of Chu Haoran, Yuan Gang was already unconscious, and only Chu Haoran was left staring intently at the enemy in front of him.

Before the man got up, Chu Haoran immediately rushed over and picked up the sword, which man in black kicked into his heart, and at the last moment, Chu Haoran threw the long sword that was shaking violently in his hand and was constantly heating up, and the sword was summoned by the master, and turned into a beautiful arc and rushed into the sky.

Chu Haoran was finally kicked hard, but the force was much smaller, and the man in black was directly cut in half by the flying sword, lifeless. The roar of the man in black came from the sky: "I didn't expect that even the Sword Saint would become a lackey of money!" ”

As soon as the words fell, a bright light fell between the stars, and the person who roared was instantly wiped out. Finally the man turned and ran, saying no more.

Hua Lingdu Imperial Sword flew in, carrying the sword behind her with one hand, but the white robe was obviously simple and unpretentious, but she looked so domineering on her body, she was like a sharp sword, heaven and earth could cut it.

"We meet again."

Hua Lingdu looked at Chu Haoran, who was meditating calmly and regulating his internal breath, and suddenly had a competitive heart, two years ago, he traveled between the markets with the Sword Saint, occasionally guiding some destined people in a move and a half, and happened to meet Chu Haoran.

It's just that the Sword Saint didn't have any guidance after Chu Haoran took out the sword, and said to Hua Lingdu afterwards, "This person is too murderous, not on the sword, if you throw away the realm, I'm afraid only your senior brother can live but it will be difficult to win, I don't teach him because I am afraid that I will have a cause and effect in the future bloody storm." ”

Chu Haoran then remembered who the beauty in front of him was, but what did this have to do with him. Just as he was almost finished, a delicate and delicate small porcelain vase fell in front of him.

Hua Lingdu stood on top of the flying sword, looked back and said, "In seven days, I will fight with you in the General's Mansion." ”

Looking at the back that disappeared into the night sky, Chu Haoran was a little helpless and a little expectant, but his heart, which had become extremely indifferent because of too strong killing intent, was a little loose at this moment.

Sword Saint Yi Xuanwen scattered all the guest disciples, looked at Chu Haoran who was faltering through the heavy pavilion, and said to himself, "Is there really cause and effect?" ”

Chu Haoran didn't say anything to anyone, he was a traverser, as for whether it was soul or body traversing, it was not clear to him, his body was reorganized when he entered this world, but it was more like a change made to adapt to this world.

When he first came to this world, he was only about five or six years old, and he thought that he could be as talented as the protagonists in those scenes, but in the end, he learned martial arts by relying on more than 20 years of experience in society, so as not to become an outcast.

When he first saw the Sword Saint, he was also so excited, but in the end, the departure of the Sword Saint made him a little disheartened, judging from the classics of this world, this kind of thing still happens occasionally, but from the perspective of history, there has never been a time traveler who lives the appearance of Long Aotian, and there are a few people who have reached the top, but they have experienced ups and downs.

Chu Haoran carried Yuan Gang home and said to the woman, "Brother Yuan is too seriously injured this time, and I hope that my sister-in-law will take care of me more, I still have some spare money here to last for a while." ”

Chu Haoran left the money and half a bottle of medicine in the room, ignoring the complicated look in the woman's eyes. For him, there are only grievances in this world, and other than that, there is not much that needs to be taken to heart.

Seven days passed in a blink of an eye, Chu Haoran came to the gate of the general's mansion, and the guards looked at him carefully, and after confirming that it was correct, he made sure to get out of the way. It's not that their quality is high, it's just that the entire general's mansion is strictly regulated, like a prison, and no superfluous words or things can appear, otherwise they will be shed if they don't die.

They didn't believe that the young man in front of them, who could see through the foundation of martial arts at a glance, could challenge Hua Lingdu, maybe there was something special about him being asked to spar.

Chu Haoran came to the martial arts arena under the guidance, and the huge martial arts arena had already been emptied, without any furnishings. Hua Lingdu was dressed in a white robe and sat with a sword in his arms.

She glanced at Chu Haoran and said, "Medicine, you didn't take it all, do you know that you are invincible, or do you think you are invincible?" Although she was asking, her tone was very sure, how could someone who could get such a high evaluation from the Sword Master admit defeat early, but would she admit defeat as soon as possible? Her pride is the existence that even her father has to look up to, and she doesn't believe that at this age, someone can beat herself.

Hunting in white, automatic without wind, long sword roaring softly. A wisp of qi revolved around the flower spirit in the entire martial arts arena, locking Chu Haoran again.

It is impossible to say that there is no pressure, after all, the realm of the two is so different, and the suppression of the energy level cannot be solved by momentum. The suppression of the qi machine made him only able to maintain a standing posture, and any movement in his body would send a danger signal, as if he would die in the next moment.

Chu Haoran suddenly remembered that when he first came, he ran into a horse thief, at that time he was really scared of his ass urine, watching the refugees who were traveling with him being brutally killed by the horse thief, and the blood was still hot when it splashed on his face, and the fear in his heart simply collapsed.

He remembered even more that he was hiding in the pile of corpses, and he was stabbed in the arm, pulling the horse thief off the horse, snatching the long sword and inserting it into the other party's heart, the unwillingness, anger, fear, and madness in the horse thief's eyes kept changing.

Thinking of this, Chu Haoran glanced at this long sword that had accompanied him the longest, if it weren't for it, he might not have survived today. He thought about the charm he figured out when he met the Sword Master, and his body struggled to put on an offensive posture.

The flower spirits all took away the suppression of the qi and controlled their realm at the level of ordinary martial artists.

She is the daughter of the great general, and she is the apprentice of the sword saint, how can it be the turn of others to attack, before Chu Haoran can take a step forward, the flower spirit will shoot out like an arrow from the string, and the long sword in her hand will stab out, the most common breakthrough, but it is also the basic sword move with the most changes.

Chu Haoran held his breath and condensed, swung his horizontal sword and slashed, and his footsteps moved lightly to block the path of the flower spirit capital. The blade collided with the tip of the sword, and both of them left with one blow, Chu Haoran's rear strike instantly seized the opportunity, and the tip of the sword moved lightly, straight to the heart.

However, Hua Lingdu's eyes were indeed sharp, a trace of anger arose, his footsteps moved lightly, and in the gap between turning, the long sword slashed directly Chu Haoran's long sword, and went up, the tip of the sword against his throat, and asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" ”

Hua Lingdu turned around and walked to the other end, and said coldly, "The master said to me, except for the senior brother, there is no one among the disciples who can compete with you, it's not that you can't win, but you can't live." Give you another chance, if you still do, you will die! ”

Chu Haoran picked up the long sword slowly, and said with a smile, "I said earlier, if you want me to kill the sword, the premise is that you really want to kill me, and you want to kill me." ”

Hua Lingdu's eyes became more and more cold, her pride could not be blasphemed, even if she only used a sword, she was also a well-deserved pride of the sky. The long sword in his hand was lightly slashed, just with his own hard work for many years, he galloped up, people followed the sword, the sword borrowed the wind, and it seemed to be like a sword dance.

Chu Haoran once again put on a parry posture, but this time he was more of an offensive posture, as he said, if you want him to kill the sword, you must have the strength to kill him.

The sword blades of the two collided again, and the flower spirit was like a falcon and walked away with one blow, her body shape was erratic, and at the same moment, her body was extremely fast, and the five qi machines pulled to form a sword flower, surrounding Chu Haoran, forming a strangulation momentum.

Her sword move is borrowing the momentum, borrowing the momentum of heaven and earth, and also borrowing the opponent's momentum, as long as the other party receives the move, he will be exhausted in this Dao qi machine, a person can fight with heaven and earth, but if he adds himself, wouldn't it be a mortal situation. It is also very simple to solve this situation, as long as the realm is higher, you can directly break the node before the sword array is perfected.

Looking at Chu Haoran's equally cold face, she felt a ridiculous sense of crisis, only to see this calm man suddenly accelerate towards a sword flower, out of the sword, the long sword brought the person into the vortex the moment it met the sword flower, and the five dao qi machines slowly gathered together, slowly forming a strangulation momentum.

But Hua Ling looked at Chu Haoran, who was constantly slashing in the whirlpool, but he felt that something was wrong, he should have been stirred by the sword qi in the sword formation, until he was exhausted, but now it seems that there is an indescribable weirdness.

At the moment when the five sword flowers closed, a fine light erupted in Chu Haoran's gloomy eyes, and he looked up at Hua Lingdu, who was presiding over the sword array, and the whole person was like a flutter in the wind, impacting the sword array in an orderly manner, blood marks continued to appear all over his body, and the blood flowed like an infusion, and the whole person suddenly burst out, and a sword stabbed out.

Hua Lingdu suddenly felt that the operation of the sword array had been hindered in the slightest, and Chu Haoran rushed to the core of the sword array, and it was precisely when she was about to face the momentum of the final blow, she couldn't help but feel a life and death crisis in her heart.

Hua Ling didn't know what was wrong, but she definitely didn't believe that this sword formation had been completed, the sword qi grinding disc behind her, a sword was charged in front of her, and the sword flowers were strangled all around, how could the man in front of her live, and how could he kill himself.

Chu Haoran, who was fluttering in the wind, suddenly stabilized his body at a certain moment, and a trace of pity for the dead appeared on his cold face, and he crashed straight into the pillar of qi formed by the condensation of sword qi, allowing the sword qi vortex behind him to devour him.

The sword in Hua Lingdu's hand continued to tremble, she looked at the tip of the sword in front of her in disbelief, she knew very well that if she didn't do anything, she would definitely be pierced through the heart, and even if she broke out of cultivation at this time, she would definitely be seriously injured.

Between life and death, the pride of the warrior was completely absent, and the moment she secretly mentioned her cultivation, the sun in the sky shot out a light that seemed to be nothing.

The golden light enveloped the entire martial arts arena, everything was still, and a majestic voice came, "Disciple, you have lost." As soon as the words fell, the sword array dispersed, revealing Chu Haoran, who was covered in blood and unclothed, with tiredness and coldness in his eyes. If he hadn't been in this light, he would have fainted by now.

Yi Xuanwen looked at the man in front of him who should have fainted, and asked, "The trick you realized from me, can you make the old man look at it." ”

Chu Haoran shook his head and said, "Not now, if you kill me, I can show it if I have a chance in the future, your disciple, at least this one can't force me to use that trick." ”

Yi Wenxuan received the supernatural power, and a pure energy submerged into Chu Haoran's body, protecting his heart. Looking at Chu Haoran who had passed out, Hua Ling looked at her hands full of sword marks again, and was suddenly full of anger, she was not defeated, or even defeated, but which of those people was not a star that shone brighter than her, but the person in front of him seemed to be victorious, but he was led by the nose from the beginning, and he had no chance of winning from the beginning.

Yi Xuanwen looked at the general who was coming, walked forward, and said in his heart, "Disciple, you can hide some facts from today's incident. ”

Although she didn't understand why the master did this, Hua Lingdu still nodded and agreed, but secretly swore in her heart that next time she would defeat Chu Haoran in the open.

A tall middle-aged man walked in, the armor on his body still had blood stains, this person is Yun Yiguo's general Hua Mobing, who is in charge of half of the soldiers and horses, and was also a literati in the early years.

Hua Mobing greeted and said, "Brother Xuanwen, although the little girl is your apprentice, isn't it too useless to be the general's mansion if she is uninvited like this." ”

Yi Xuanwen said, "Brother Hua, this time I am still reckless, and I will make amends another day." ”

Yi Wenxuan stretched out his hand, and Chu Haoran was held in his hand, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

After resting for a while, Hua Lingdu came to the study, bowed down and said, "Today's child, find someone to learn martial arts, and the master will guide you on the side." ”

Hua Mobing flipped through the book of war and said, "Martial arts, practice, and the art of war are all things that are impermanent, and soldiers are impermanent, what we have to do is to gather the strengths of a hundred schools, but I see that your palms are red and purple, whether you lose." ”

Hua Ling nodded, and Hua Mobing changed the topic and said, "Which path do you choose, you should understand that you are different from others." ”

Hua Lingdu gritted his teeth and said, "When I choose, I will definitely choose, and now I just want to practice." ”

On the other side, Chu Haoran had also woken up, he looked around, he was in the attic that he thought was luxurious, and his body was already covered with bandages, but what he could feel was that the wound could be healed, except that the person was still a little weak, there was basically no major problem.

In front of him is a simple score that can be bought at hand in a market, which is said to have been written by the Sword Master himself, and he once bought it to see, and many of his swordsmanship are based on the routines in it.

But the book in front of me looks very old, and there are many unseen annotations in it after opening it, as if this is the original. At this time, a maid walked in, and when she saw that Chu Haoran had woken up, she said, "Mr. said, if you wake up, you can refer to this sword book to practice, if you don't understand, you can leave questions, ask him, and ask me." ”

Seeing that the maidservant was about to leave, Chu Haoran hurriedly shouted, "What should I call you?"

The maidservant replied, "Just call me Aoi." ”

The most famous thing in Jindu is the Yuntai Pavilion that can be seen everywhere, the high-rise buildings stand between the sea of clouds, you can pick the stars and the moon on the top, and you can overlook the whole process below, like a city built in the sky.

Of course, ordinary people are still ordinary people's residences, and three- or five-story houses are already wealthy. At this time, Yi Xuanwen was sitting in the temple in the deep mountains outside the city, and the barrier like a water pattern outside the temple should have isolated everything, even the master of the Qi Transformation Dao could not find here. At this moment, a white-haired and red-robed eunuch walked up, and every step made a crack in the ground, but this crack was restored in an instant.

"Gonggong Cao, this is specifically coming to me from the Imperial City?"

Yi Wenxuan flipped through the ancient books in his hand, but did not take this person to heart, the red-robed eunuch was very old, and even if he had a good face, it was difficult to stop the traces of the years, and the ravines were vertical and horizontal.

"The Sword Saint laughed, this time he was on official business, and he came to disturb people to Qing Xiu purely for admiration, and he also hoped that the Sword Saint Haihan."

The Sword Master looked at the saber hanging on the wall, and then at the guqin not far away, and didn't know how to reply for a while.

At this moment, an abrupt voice sounded in the ears of the two: "The old monk just wants to borrow this place to worship the Buddha, I don't know if the master agrees." ”

The saber on the wall appeared in Yi Xuanwen's hand in an instant, and Gonggong Cao was also engrossed in guarding against the source of the voice.

An old monk in ragged clothes but with a bright look stood at the door of the temple, waiting for his master's answer through the barrier

The almost dry body was draped in a monk's robe that was so tattered that it was impossible to see the original, and he carried a locust wooden cane in his hand, carrying a rag bag on his back, and his stumbling body was crumbling in the mountain rain.

Cao Gonggong's hands have been covered with a layer of silver threads, which are as crystal clear as a woman's silk gloves, and only occasionally refracted in the sun.

Yi Xuanwen hung the sword on his waist, pressed it on the hilt with one hand, and said, "I have only lived here for a long time, not the master of the temple, if the master wants to worship the Buddha, please do it yourself." ”

When the old monk heard this, he staggered forward with a cane, came to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and was about to kneel, when Yi Xuanwen stretched out his hand and pushed out a futon and landed at the feet of the old monk.

"The donor's good intentions are understood, there is a Buddha in his heart, everywhere is a Buddha country, and there is no difference between the presence and absence of external objects."

After that, the old monk took out a copper bowl from the cloth bag, folded his hands, recited the Buddha's name, and bowed slowly, Yi Xuanwen looked at the broken Buddha statue that he had seen for decades in front of him, and most of the broken head was indescribably strange at the moment.

He recalled everything about this ancient temple in his mind, from its construction to its ruin, but he couldn't remember any very vague connections between these people and things.

Yi Xuanwen asked, "What kind of Buddha is the master worshipping, when I stayed here, the Buddha statue was already dilapidated and unrecognizable, please tell the master the Buddha number, I will let people repair it in the future." ”

The old monk got up slowly and replied, "The donor has a heart, the Buddha I worship is in my heart, not in the world, where the Buddha is, where the Buddha is, where the Buddha is, the stubborn stone can be worshipped, the grass and trees can be worshipped, and where is not the Buddha country." ”

Cao Gongcheng wanted to speak, but he felt a breath of qi locking him, although this is a treasure that Yi Xuanwen has been operating for many years, but at this time, after all, there is a master of unknown origin, no one can say what will happen, he forcibly broke the qi machine, the outside of the body shook with a strong qi, and said in a sharp voice, "Master, if you are heard by the bald donkeys in the Huguo Temple, but you will be punished for slandering the Buddha and slandering the Buddha, those bald donkeys know how to say something in the clouds all day long." ”

Yi Xuanwen had already held down the hilt of the sword, and he remembered a very terrifying possibility, so far ago that it had almost become a legend, and he was just blinded by this eunuch again.

The old monk cleaned up the ornaments on the ground, a soft smile appeared on his dry face, and the handrail casually pressed towards Yi Xuanwen's sword hilt, the movement was not fast, but it fell unhurriedly on the hand that was about to draw the sword.

"The donor is a person who is destined for Buddha, why should he be afraid of cause and effect, there are no more than two kinds of Buddhas in the world, the Buddha in the heart and the Buddha in the world, the high and low are never determined, the old monk is here."

The monk walked unhurriedly towards the outside of the temple, slowly disappearing into the mountain mist, and the formation of the entire Buddhist temple was not triggered in the slightest from beginning to end.

It was only when the shadow of the monk could no longer be seen in the mountains and fields that the sword intent on Yi Xuanwen's body completely burst out, obviously it was daytime, but there was a brief scene of the sun and stars shifting.

Gonggong Cao said with a smile, "I didn't expect that Jindu is really a treasure, and it can allow us to meet such a master." ”

Yi Xuanwen pressed the hilt of the sword back, his sword intent was restrained, and he didn't answer, there are too many ifs and ifs in this world, who can guarantee that today's encounter is not a thousand miles of a thousand miles on a certain day?

These are those who are sacred in the eyes of mortals, and they are not mortals in the eyes of the gods. After all, Yi Xuanwen was a strong man who had entered the Dao, so he quickly adjusted his mentality, and the hilt of the sword was lightly pressed, and Gonggong Cao, who was spitting on the side, was forcibly pushed out of the temple by an invisible force.

"You rude boy!"

Before Gonggong Cao could gather his true qi and make a big move, the Sword Saint turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the sky.

For a while, there were many people in the mountains and fields, and a masked man in a cloak appeared behind the red-robed eunuch. He respectfully asked, "Father-in-law, what should I do next?" ”

Gonggong Cao slapped this person in the face, and the masked man was slapped away with a palm, vomiting blood on the ground. Gonggong Cao stepped forward and said with a smile, "Yang Hao, I remember not telling you for the first time that you are not allowed to act rashly without my order?" ”

There was a cold light in his eyes, if he hadn't met that mysterious monk today, the remnant of the former dynasty in front of him who had a ghost in his heart must have died, the silver thread in his hand flickered, and he wasn't sure whether to kill this dog that was still a little useful now.

Looking at the approaching red figure, Yang Hao, who was lying on the ground and constantly struggling, couldn't lift his true breath, and didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy, and his body was constantly penetrated by the "silk threads" like steel, eating away at his cultivation.

Just when Yang Hao's eyes were scarlet and could turn into a pool of blood at any time, the pain in his whole body suddenly disappeared, he regained his sight, and when he saw the red-robed eunuch who was pacing away, he didn't even dare to give birth to the hatred that should have been unforgettable.

The voice of Gonggong Cao came from his ears, "Today's matter is reported truthfully, the identity of the old monk can not be checked, the strength of the sword saint Yi Xuanwen seems to have improved again, and everything is decided by Your Majesty." ”

Compared with these secrets that happened in the mountains and wilderness, Chu Haoran, who was "asking" the maid Xiaokui at the moment, was miserable, Xiaokui just broke a tree root that should be pruned, which would make him embarrassed.

Listening to the girl's silver bell-like laughter, Chu Haoran couldn't bear the old blushing even if he was cold-eyed about life and death for so many years, but instinctively told him that this girl was really teaching him, and the words and deeds of the past two days were completely different from his usual closed-door work, and his own moves were constantly improving.

Xiao Kui once again knocked Chu Haoran to the ground, and said with a smile, "Thank you, son, whether it is martial arts or cultivation, it is not achieved overnight." After speaking, he wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, indicating that he was not only tired, but also hungry.

Chu Haoran was really blushing now, and he couldn't hide it anymore. When Xiaokui brought lunch, he saw Chu Haoran reading, so he asked, "Childe, is this reading the Buddhist scriptures, I didn't expect Childe to be so murderous, but he likes these things." ”

Murderous intentions? This is not the first time that someone has commented on Chu Haoran, he always has a feeling that he does not belong to this world.

Most of the Buddhist texts deal with reincarnation, and he has been obsessed with these two words since he was a child, as if something important he must understand.

This is the reason why he likes to read Buddhist scriptures, even the so-called previous life, and he also likes Buddhist scriptures for this reason.