In the cave on the cliff of the mountain behind the Lingyan Temple, in a naturally generated stone room, the statue of the Buddha with the green lantern stands in the niche, and there is a monk sitting on the side of the stone case surrounded by green vines.

The monk is quietly accompanied by the pen and ink of the scriptures, even in winter, the stone room is still filled with warmth, and the green vines are verdant and vibrant.

This monk is wearing a white-washed robe, and he is the monk Xuezhai.

Monk Xuezhai copied the scriptures without distraction, and suddenly the tip of the pen paused, and a drop of ink dripped from the tip of his pen, and a cloud of ink appeared on the rice paper.

Song Huaizhu walked in from outside, looked down at the Xuezhai monk who continued to copy the scriptures after a pause, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Monk Xuezhai didn't look up, and replied calmly, "There is a Ascending Extreme Realm martial artist who has died. ”

Song Huaizhu frowned slightly.

"Yes." The man answered, walked not far from the stone case, and picked up a book.

"Don't you ask? No, what do you feel? Monk Xuezhai slowly raised his head to look at him, and suddenly spoke.

"I don't have as much feelings for the Ascending Realm Martial Artist as you do." Song Huaizhu said lightly. "Besides, the Great Zhou Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, the martial artists who ascend to the extreme realm are not so rare."

"You are a grandmaster, it is normal to be indifferent to cultivators below your own realm," Xue Zhai looked at Song Huaizhu, "But even if there are more martial artists in the Great Zhou Ascending Extreme Realm, there are not so many that you can die casually." ”

Xue Zhai looked at Song Huaizhu and said, "I am also a martial artist of the Ascending Extreme Realm, if someone in Huizhou can kill a martial artist of the Ascending Realm without disturbing others like this, then I have to worry." ”

Song Huaizhu walked to the side of the monk Xuezhai and looked at the scriptures written in cinnabar on the case, the bright red marks were like blood.

He was silent for a moment and then said, "What do you want to know?" ”

"The fluctuations left by this Ascending Realm martial artist before he died are very strange." Monk Xuezhai said, "There is no foreshadowing at all, and he suddenly disappeared as if he was being attacked by someone, and the opponent who killed him did not leave a trace of fluctuation." ”

"There are only two possibilities for this to happen." Xue Zhai's fingers stroked the rough paper of the scripture, "Either the opponent is too strong and my realm can't perceive, or the opponent is too weak to be able to perceive it at all." ”

Monk Xuezhai stared at Song Huaizhu's eyes tightly, "You say, which one is it?" ”

Song Huaizhu was silent for a moment and replied, "I can't directly feel the opponent's breath. ”

There were slight waves on the sea of stars in the eyes of the monk Xuezhai, he put down the pen, stood up, walked to the pen curtain on the other side of the stone case and took down a wolf hair.

"I haven't learned that a great master has arrived in Huizhou recently," Xue Zhai returned to the bookcase, poured the water into the inkstone, grinded it carefully, grinded it halfway, poured in cinnabar, and beckoned to Song Huaizhu just when the ink color turned crimson.

Song Huaizhu's eyes showed a look of disapproval, but he still walked to his side, and then picked up the wolf hair and dipped it in thick ink.

Monk Xuezhai looked calm, and also dipped his pen in ink.

The next moment, the two of them seemed to have made an appointment, and they picked up their pens at the same time.

But there was no ink.

The next moment, cinnabar dripped from the ends of the pens of the two and fell on the scriptures laid on the desk.

The ink collides with the yellow paper, making a crisp sound like rain hitting a new lotus.

Both of them had a good grasp of their strength, and the cinnabar ink flowed on the scriptures, but it did not splash at all.

The flowing cinnabar flowed like dark red bloodstains on the scripture file, and after a long time it gradually stopped, silently revealing a dripping picture.

It's like a mottled spell.

"Not the Grand Master." While the cinnabar ink was flowing freely between the scriptures, the monk Xuezhai looked at the paper and said slowly.

The life of the great grandmaster has transcended heaven and earth, and it is not something that he can spy on with this bit of attainment.

If it weren't for the Grand Master, the matter would be even more complicated.

Cinnabar can flow, but the realm cannot be perceived by the two, so the person who killed the Ascending Realm must be under the Ascending Realm.

Since the development of martial arts, the division of the realm has gradually become clear and clear, although cross-border warfare is not unprecedented, after all, the strength of martial artists in the same realm is often very different, but most of them occur between a large realm span.

For example, you can try to challenge the middle stage of ascending to the pole in the lower realm, and you can adjust the peak of the transformation yuan in the middle stage of the metamorphosis. However, if the realm below the pole challenges the ascending realm, or even kills the opponent in a very short period of time, this kind of challenge that spans the entire great realm is very rare.

In the nearly 1,000-year historical records known to the monk Xuezhai, there are not many successful cases.

Of course, there are exceptions to everything, and no matter what dynasty or generation, there will always be a few outliers who do not make sense.

For example, after Emperor Chengzong at the beginning, when the pair of young men and women were still in the Transformation Yuan Realm, which cultivator who had ascended to the Primordial Realm dared to say that he was not ashamed to defeat them?

Another example is Princess Yingluan, who entered the pole at the age of ten, even if she retreated for a while, which one of the ascending realms, including him, dared to say that she was not as good as herself?

But......

Under the way of heaven, there is common sense.

Monk Xuezhai frowned, a real genius is not born out of nowhere, unless it is like the one next to him, who has to hide his identity for some reason. If there really is such a genius in Huizhou, it is impossible for himself in charge of intelligence not to know.

The ink on the scriptures is messy, like the thoughts of the monk Xuezhai now.

Each ink blot comes from the first drop of ink, but the size and thickness of the ink vary greatly with the distance from the origin.

This is common sense.

That's how it should be......

The eyes of Monk Xuezhai and Song Huaizhu suddenly froze.

Their eyes suddenly fell on a red dot on the scripture, which was very far from the origin of the ink, to the south of the scroll, but it was extremely bright and in a corner, in stark contrast to the surrounding pale ink, extremely abrupt and strange.

The ink on the withered yellow scroll is nineteen vertical and horizontal, three hundred and sixty-one, imitating the degree of Zhou Tian.

The sunlight hits the center of the scroll, half light and half dark, which is yin and yang.

The road is the latitude and longitude, between the square inches, the weather is thousands.

All the laws in the world are between heaven and earth.

dwelling on the case.

Everything in the world has a fixed number, and this scheme is heaven and earth, and the ink marks on it are people.

The vertical and horizontal lines on the case file are like common sense in the world, and they come and go. The ink marks are like sentient beings, although they are small, but each bit has its own place, walking on their line.

All beings wander in the ink, collide, communicate, disappear, roll the Yangtze River east, and the waves sweep away the heroes.

The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

Time passed, regardless of the strife, everything was calm and everything was business as usual.

But there is indeed that abrupt little red, standing in his own heaven and earth, not seeing the past, not thinking about the future.

It seems to be related to other inkblots, but it is out of place, it does not greet other beings, it is like a fire, just burning there quietly.

It was this fire that turned the whole picture of tranquility upside down.

The disappearing ink cannot be faded, the heavy ink cannot see the brilliance, the mortal enemy falls apart, and the old people meet again.

Flow......

It's changed.

This scene is familiar.

A hundred days ago, before leaving the temple, Master had also done divination with them with ink drops, and at that time there was a strange scene that had never been seen before.

The entire inkstone was knocked over by a bird that suddenly appeared, splashing ink on it, and it was bright red.

More impactful than the current scenario.

Master said, this is not an accident.

I don't know where I went, and I don't know where I went.

Unexpectedly, after a hundred days, although the ink unfolded, the red still appeared abruptly.

"Is this the outlier of the birth?"

Staring at the bright red, silently staring at the fire burning quietly in the south, Monk Xuezhai's expression was still calm, but the original snow-white face became even whiter, as if the blood color had been taken away.

Song Huaizhu stepped forward and put his index finger on the red.

The cave was extremely quiet, and there was a dead silence, but I don't know how long it took, this dead silence was suddenly broken by Song Huaizhu's voice, the man's voice was cold, and he couldn't hear his emotions.

"But she ...... It's going to die. ”

Monk Xuezhai was slightly stunned when he heard this, and looked at the somewhat faded bright red in amazement, and his hands slowly closed together, with compassion in his eyes.

"Amitabha."

However, when the monk's voice fell, a different color suddenly flashed in the pupils exposed by Song Huaizhu's white jade mask.

The man's original voice, which had no waves, rippled.

"No, things have changed." He said.

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