A woman-like figure appeared in people's field of vision, I don't know the age and face, but the graceful curves show that this is a woman, moving forward in the helplessness of the sky, not knowing the direction or the destination, just moving forward. But she must have done something, because the slightest warmth emanating from her body was trying to infect the loneliness around her, giving it a little warmth, or just the temperature of the woman herself.

Yilong felt the power this time, and his heart began to flutter, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, but it actually changed with the footsteps of the illusory woman, affecting the operation of his own breath. This is not a good phenomenon, while constantly changing gestures, the mouth also began to recite the scriptures, but they are all Sanskrit, which is the heart sutra corresponding to each type of Arhat fist, in order to meditate and change the situation of one's passivity.

With the passage of time, it seemed that the phantom woman had not yet reached her destination, but during this extremely long walk, the surroundings had obviously changed, as if it was a warm early spring. But it is this spring that makes Yilong extremely uncomfortable, from joy to sadness to joy, if ordinary people have already collapsed, Yilong is worthy of being a Buddhist person, and his mood is much stronger than ordinary people. struggled to support it so as not to disrupt its rhythm, but it was obvious that it had already been messed up and had already buried its defeat, and the movements in his hands and the speed of dodging had dropped significantly by several levels.

"Digging the tomb and erecting the stele and burying the flowers" I don't know if it is the last que, the voice of the funeral dude came from all around, and the words fell into the ears of Yilong. The phantom woman finally stopped walking and made other movements, bent down and squatted down, grasping the ground with both hands, the fallen leaves and petals, green, red or other colors, and pinched them in her hands until one hand could not fit them. Then the free hand was scratching on the ground...... It was as he said, digging tombs and erecting monuments, but it was not humans or beasts that were buried, but the withered petals and leaves.

The seven characters echoed in the air, circulating all the time, and one time at a time, only to see that Yilong's outstretched hands were already difficult to move, and they were shaking, it was just difficult to resist, and the note had invaded his mind, if it weren't for his firm will, he was afraid that he would have given up resisting a long time ago, and a belief had always warned him to persevere.

"Xiaolong, now that you have been practicing for seven years, it's time for Hongchen to practice, and there is a good place to go, Zhulu Academy. These were the words of the old monk when he was leaving, and they had become the truth in the depths of his mind.

The phantom in the air kept repeating the process of picking up flowers and burying flowers, and the seven-character notes that were ubiquitous and difficult to find their traces also reverberated all the time.

"Dig ...... Tomb...... Stand...... Stele...... Leaf...... Bury...... After repeating it many times, Yilong couldn't support it, first his hands stopped shaking, and finally his body was directly paralyzed and barely standing there, but it was also shaky, but his eyes still had God, and Luohan's divine power was guarding his divine sense, and his body was uncontrollable. The last three words exploded like a thunderbolt, and he also shook his whole body, and each time he shook his body, he was a little shorter until he fell to the ground completely.

The victory and defeat have been divided, and the flowers and leaves and the phantom woman all disappeared for a while. He walked slowly to Yilong's side, and didn't make a move, just stared at Yilong, not the high profile of the winner, just to see if he still had combat strength, if he was ready to fight again.

Yilong's eyes when he saw the funeral flower are still so calm now, and he also knows that this person is like this, this battle is not convincing, because he still has hole cards not out, but he doesn't plan to fight again, instead of taking turns to challenge into the library Pavilion, it is better to find the eighteenth style that he wants the most. So he said, "I admit defeat!"

The crowd of "......" seemed to have exploded, and they couldn't believe that he had just conceded defeat, although he was currently at a disadvantage, everyone could see that he still had the strength to fight. Gave up because of a previous question?

Jiang Hai knows this best, he is only afraid that his energy is now on the eighteen forms, how can he still care about this competition, instead of trying his best to get the illusory hope, it is better to directly take the fruit in front of him, and that is what he wants most now.

The result no longer needs him to announce it, everyone heard it clearly, and now they are just waiting for Yilong to leave the venue. It was a moment before Yilong stood up and hurried to the side, seeing that the man from earlier was leaving. He also Jiang Hai looked at the funeral flowers seriously, this young man gave him a lot of shock, although the current display is not enough to compare with the last battle between Ye Youlan and the Heavenly Soldiers, but it is also amazing enough, especially the poem he read at the end.

The flowers are full of branches, and everyone cherishes them

Falling leaves are fluttering, who is pitied

The wind is merciless and people intentional

Dig the grave and erect the stele leaf burial flowers

Combined with what he had seen before and the literal meaning, he thought it was about a woman who picked up flowers and buried flowers, but after he savored it, he found that it was not so simple, and this poem was about his own life. He is a person from Moxuan Pavilion, and his status is not low, compared to the women he saw in Shennong Valley except for Granny Jinhua.

Behind Moxuan Pavilion is Wu Qing, a ruthless son who is famous in the rivers and lakes, a person who is not even willing to reveal more information in Tianji Pavilion, and only teaches Jiang Hai not to inquire around. Below it are twelve golden plants, the most famous is the cherished flower, the two protectors of the flower, the rest is unknown, only rumors. And this hand poem was originally written about things related to flowers, the end of the first que is 'pity', the second end is 'pity', and the third que has the word ruthless, this ruthlessness is the number of the pavilion master, but also the name, and the end is also his own name funeral flower. Such a coincidence of cherishing flowers, pitying flowers, Wuqing, and funeral flowers? It can only be said that he deliberately confided.

This is all Jiang Hai's instantaneous thought, but there is one place that is not clear, why is it 'digging a tomb and erecting a monument and burying flowers' This "leaf" refers to what, it can't be a typo.

After leaving the funeral flower, Jiang Hai received a message, "Because of the exhaustion of manpower, it is specially allowed to rest in place for an hour, and I hope that the four winners will recover as soon as possible." Time is running out, and today the strongest must be decided. ’

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A small city through which the Hengshui River flows, an old man with white eyebrows and silver hair and snow beard walks slowly and leisurely in the city, this city is not big, and there are few outsiders in the location, and it is not this time, because this city is near the East China Sea, and there will be fishing boats returning to the port in the middle of each month, and it is considered lively at that time.

Therefore, the old man received a lot of curious eyes along the way, but although he felt it, he did not say anything, and still visited the general leisurely stroll.

It was only then that he stopped when he reached a carriage, in which the groom was sleeping soundly because he had no work, accompanied by the sound of thunderous snoring.

"Wake up!" the old man stretched out his hand and patted the groom.

"Huh?!Who, don't make a fuss. The groom turned in a direction and was about to continue sleeping, when suddenly something felt wrong, if it was a human, it should be a warm touch, but why was it so cold at the shoulder. The thought of "didn't you encounter something unclean?" this thought directly woke him up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that it was an old man with a kind face, his beard and hair were all white, and he looked very dazzling in the sun, like silver filaments.

The groom patted his chest for a long time before he said, "Why are the old man's hands so cold, it really scares me!"

"Where is it cold, my hands are hot. The old man stretched out his hand to let the groom check, and after some temptation, the groom found that it was really hot, and he could only think that it was an illusion, but although he knew some techniques to strengthen the body, how could he see the movements of the person in front of him, even Jiang Hai was like a three-year-old child in front of him, and a flame rose in his hand invisibly, but the temperature was controlled extremely low, of course it felt hot.

"I don't know what the old man is doing when he wakes up? I don't think the old man is from this city, if you ask for directions, please tell me directly. The groom asked.

"This carriage is yours?"

"Nature is down. ”

"Maybe out of town and going somewhere else?"

"This is the villain's way of begging for a living, naturally he can go out of the city to other places, and the old man wants to rent a car and travel far?"

"It's not far, it's somewhere nearby. ”

"Somewhere nearby? Please tell me the detailed name of the place, there are some places I really dare not go. ”

"Oh, and this, little brother, tell me which places you can't go, and which places you can go?" asked the old man, as if interested.

"There are only two places where you can't go, and you can go anywhere else. One of them is the Demon Moon Forest, which is a place where people eat people and don't spit out bones, and I don't dare to enter such a vicious place if I beg for a life. "The second is the adjacent Jiangcun ......"

Before the groom finished speaking, he interrupted the old man and said, "I don't know why I can't go to this Jiangcun again?"

"It would have been fine if I had gone to the village three years ago, but one day three years ago, a large number of armored sergeants rode into the village on tall horses, and there seemed to be a slight conflict with the people in the village, and finally all those people were thrown out of the village, and there were thunderous voices warning them not to enter the village, and since then it has become a forbidden place. It's strange to say that ordinary people in that village enter but it's fine, if there are cultivators, they are either blocked out as if there is an invisible wall, or they are directly blasted out, and not long ago, a few fierce and vicious people were thrown out. ”

"By the way, I don't know where the old man wants to go?"

"Gangcun. ”

"Old man, you are an outsider, you don't know, I said so, why do you insist on entering, I don't think you look like an ordinary person, you can't go there. If you really want to go, you should go on foot, and no one in this city will dare to take this job. ”

In the face of the groom's kind reminder, he just smiled, took out a silver ingot from his arms, and shook it in front of the groom's eyes, and said: "Little brother, just take it away, that Jiangcun is not a vicious place, and there is no Yama ghost king in it, on the contrary, there is a god in a blessed land, and I went to place the old fairy this time." If you don't feel at ease, just stop at the entrance of the village. ”

The pair hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth and said: "I took this job, the old man didn't look like he was thrown out, since I took it, I won't throw you halfway." ”