The gentleman slowed down from the beginning of the extreme running, and then became walking.

The gentleman walked forward step by step, stepping on his footprints in the field with his bare feet, from the beginning of the faint and invisible, and finally the whole soles of his feet fell into the earth, from deep to shallow.

No one knows what realm Xue Guangming's sword path has reached, or there was a legend a long time ago that he was without a moment, so what realm is he now?

The gentleman did not stop, and walked firmly towards Xue Guangming's sword, walking towards Xue Guangming, step by step. Those footprints appeared in the grass in the wilderness, on the bluestone, and joined in a straight line.

I wonder if those footprints will turn into a small lake in a spring rain the next year, and then some green moss and some tiny unknown creatures will grow in it, and then it will become a small world inside.

From the moment the gentleman appeared in the wilderness, Xue Guangming's sword stopped advancing, quietly suspended in the air three feet above the ground, waiting for the gentleman's arrival.

As the gentleman got closer to the tip of the sword, he felt more and more resistance.

When there was still a distance of ten zhang left, the gentleman had already walked very slowly, and with each step, all the calf and below the ground were sunk into the earth, and then he pulled it out and took another step, like an old farmer planting rice in a paddy field.

The earth can no longer bear such weight.

Although Su Yan had confidence in the gentleman, he still couldn't help but want to rush over, Xia Zhi stretched out his hand to stop him, shook his head, and the air above his right hand was distorted and deformed.

At a foot position, the gentleman's forehead was dripping with beads of sweat the size of soybeans down his face, and there was already some dust on his face and some dead leaves sticking to his body.

Sweat wet his hair, black hair no longer flying, sweat washed the dust on his face one by one, looking very embarrassed, but not ugly.

No one thought it was ridiculous, the gentleman's straight body still looked like a mountain, and the traces of sweat on his face were waterfalls flowing vertically from mountain streams.

Xue Guangming's face, which had always been indifferent, became serious, and the gentleman had already proved his qualifications as his opponent with his actions.

As an opponent, Xue Guangming of course had to be respected, and since he took out the sword, he had been behind his back and stretched his hand into the air in front of his chest and held it.

The sword was in the distance, and Xue Guangming held his sword at a great distance.

Holding the sword, stabbing forward, there was no light or lightning, and at a distance of one zhang, the long sword stabbed at the gentleman at a speed beyond the gaze, so that in the eyes of the man, the sword was still hanging there, but the tip of the sword had reached the gentleman's chest.

Su Yan took out the rice paper in his arms, Xia Zhi's right hand had already been raised, and the master of the Sect Leader stood up and walked out of the Temple of Light, and eleven light discs circled and flew behind him under the shroud of divine radiance.

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Can a gentleman avoid this sword?

From the white clouds in the sky, petals fell like rain, from the mountains and rocks, green lotuses poured out from the cliffs, and in the depths of the white mist, golden light shot to the sky. Countless ants fluttered in the mist with golden light. In the mist, there are the sound of chanting, the words of the Buddha, the sound of the Bodhisattva walking, the sound of Vajra shouting angrily, and the sound of ants shaking their wings. All kinds of sounds converged into a noisy, huge sound wave, which shook the eardrums of the scholar who had just entered the fog, and he was dizzy and wanted to vomit. In the past three days, the scholar tried countless times to enter the fog from the sky, from the air, and from the white clouds, but each time he was noisy by the sound.

On the hill two miles away from the mist, at this time he was lying on a recliner made of white clouds with his legs crossed, frowning two frowning eyebrows like a woman, saying that he was worried rather than looking at the scenery, because next to him was a coffee table also made of white clouds, on which was placed a set of tea sets, and there was a small red clay stove on the bluestone on the ground next to him, and the water in the pot on the stove was gurgling and steaming.

Since he can't enter the fog for the time being and can't find Feilai Peak, he simply waits here, chanting, talking, walking, and flying ants, depending on how long you play.

I'm lying here drinking tea and looking at the mountains and rivers, anyway, I'm not tired, it depends on whether you are tired or not. Erlang's legs swayed from side to side, and he didn't look like this when he came to Feilai Peak before.

The scholar is lying there leisurely looking at the mountains and flowers, and when Shu reminisces about the past and thinks about the past sages, of course, the former sages here must be themselves when they came to fly to the peak in the past. A voice rang in my ears:

"The scenery here is beautiful......",

The scholar replied reflexively:

"It's very beautiful", as soon as the words came out, the scholar jumped up from the recliner in shock, and his sleeves accidentally knocked over the teacup on the coffee table, and the pale yellow tea soup inside stained the clean cotton clothes like a few small chrysanthemums.

Scholars are undoubtedly one of the most powerful people in the world, except of course those old things that are not in the world.

Now that one of the most powerful people in the world was standing behind him, the scholar broke out in a cold sweat, and for the first time felt that this thick cotton coat was really a little hot on his body.

"Uncle Shi......" When he saw the person behind him clearly, the scholar's mouth was wide enough to put down his fist.

Hurriedly bowed respectfully with low eyebrows.

It was Caidie who came, and with a cold snort, he slapped the scholar's head.

Su Yan was injured, she was already angry, and at this time, she couldn't help it anymore when she saw the scholar lying here basking in the sun.

also blame the scholar himself, although Caidie said that he also trained the gentleman when he was in the academy, they didn't do anything, and the scholar was lying on the recliner and crossed Erlang's legs.

It's better to even stand and sit and watch.

The slap landed on the scholar's head, and the scholar didn't dare to dodge, and with his eyes closed, he took a solid slap and rolled down the mountain with a crooked body.

Caidie looked at the scholar who rolled down the mountain with a cold gaze, and snorted coldly.

The scholar broke out in a cold sweat again, and seeing that his trick was seen through by his uncle, he hurriedly reached out and grabbed a small tree and climbed up with his hands and feet.

There were a few sticks of grass on his head, a lot of mud on his face, and his cotton clothes were also pulled out by the stones on the mountain, revealing the white cotton wool inside.

At this time, the more miserable the better.

"Uncle Shi," the scholar called with a crooked smile on his face.

Caidie ignored him, looked at the mist on the opposite hill and said, "Morning bell, dusk drum, sandalwood fish." The Buddha Sect is not going to give an explanation this time?"

"Yes, yes," the scholar hurriedly echoed, these monks were too noisy.

Caidie didn't pay attention to him, she already knew the character of the scholar, and after only muttering for a while, she walked towards the mist on the other side of the mountain, and walked into the air.

The scholar hurriedly and cautiously followed, remembering that he was still slandering those old things that were not in the world just now, and his legs under the cotton clothes couldn't help but tremble.

Caidie turned her head: "Are you cold?" The scholar hurriedly shook his head, his whole head with the two cloth straps hanging from the hat behind him, like a rattle drum playing in the hands of young children.

When the butterflies came to the mist, the voices became louder, the chanting was about to turn into a scream, the talking turned into a loud shout, the loud drink turned into a roar, and the flapping wings of the ants rolled up a gust of wind in the mountains.

It was indeed a little troublesome and a little upset, and Caidie shouted: "It's noisy." ”

All the voices stopped abruptly, and they were really noisy to death.

Next to a delicate bell the size of a golden palm, Aoki fell to the ground, blood flowed from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and his internal organs had turned into paste, and he couldn't die anymore.

An old monk with snow-white eyebrows fell on the futon, a bright yellow sandalwood fish in his hand fell to the ground beside him, and not far from him there was an equally small and delicate drum, and next to the drum there was a dead old monk.

The butterfly drank clearly, and everything was silent.

Colorful butterflies walked towards the mist, and three colorful butterflies danced in front of them.

The wings of the butterfly bring a gentle wind, the wind blows away the mist, revealing the mountain flowers, wild grasses and green pines inside, and revealing the mountain cliffs and bluestones and springs inside.

Fei Lai Feng appeared in front of Caidie and the scholar.

Feilai Peak is a mountain, Feilai Peak is a temple, and the temple is on the mountain.

Caidie led the scholar to the temple.

The temple appeared in front of them, a small temple with stone walls, the roof of the temple was covered with blue tiles, and there was no red wall.

There is a huge square in front of the small stone temple, and at this time the square is full of black and oppressive people, including bald monks, barefoot farmers and women holding children, peddlers and pawns, old and weak, women and children, almost all the professions and all kinds of people in the world. It's a small group of beings. They all stared at Caidie and the scholar, with pity, sorrow, kindness, indifference, and hatred in their eyes.

Most of the people with hatred in their eyes were monks.

The complex crowd and complicated eyes made the scholar uncomfortable.

Behind the crowd was an open-air shadow wall, and the fresh mortar in the brick cracks on it showed that the shadow wall had only been erected for a short time.

There was nothing on the shadow wall except for a large golden Buddha character. I think that the golden light I saw in the distance was emitted by this Buddha character.

The crowd sat on the ground, looking at the two people who came with complicated eyes, and no one moved.

The crowd just blocked the front of the shadow wall, the front of the temple gate, no one moved and no one gave way, they blocked Caidie and the scholar.

Stop the two of them from approaching the shadow wall and entering the temple gate.

The scholar stepped forward and saluted, and said softly to a man in the front who looked like a man, "Please get out of the way, please excuse me." Lang Zhong looked at the scholar, "Amitabha," Lang Zhong Xuan Buddha,

"Amitabha, everyone announced in unison. The golden light on the shadow wall of the Buddha Sect instantly emitted a more dazzling golden light.

The scholar with golden light squinted his eyes slightly.

At the moment when the scholar squinted, a ruler-long golden needle appeared on Lang Zhong's hand, and the golden needle pierced the scholar's face.

The butterflies are unmoved,

Jingle, the scholar's ten fingers flicked sharply, and all of them flicked on the golden needle. The next moment, Lang Zhong appeared behind the scholar, and the golden needle stabbed the back of the scholar's head, and Lang Zhong was actually unruly.

The scholar secretly complained, and at the same time felt a little wronged, Su Yan is also called uncle, why is the treatment different.

Hurriedly lowered his body, avoided the golden needle, and hit his shoulder towards Lang Zhong's chest.

Lang Zhong retreated.

The scholar's sleeves flew, and a gust of wind whipped towards Lang Zhong like a whip.

As soon as Lang Zhong lowered his head like a scholar, his sleeves only removed the hat on Lang Zhong's head, revealing a bare head.

It turned out to be a monk pretending to be Langzhong.

The monk grabbed the two ends of the golden needle, and with one force on each hand, the golden needle became longer, and the monk's hand held the middle of the golden needle, and it became a somewhat thin vajra.

The scholar pouted, does he do magic?

Hurriedly tore off a cloud in the air, kneading and pulling it into a sword, looking at it and feeling dissatisfied, the sword turned into a ring knife after another round of rubbing.

Looking at the vajra in the monk's hand, the scholar was a little satisfied.

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