Breeze Accord.

The black pressure surrounded a large area of loose cultivation, shouting that he wanted to participate in the matter of Hongchen and fight against the imperial court to the end.

Xiao Yao and Zhang Yuanfang and other disciples of the pavilion master all stood on the high platform with a sad face.

Yuan Fang could only tear his throat and tell everyone: "Don't talk nonsense about this, thank you for your kindness, and advise everyone to leave Kyoto City immediately, the pavilion master and his old man have his own plans." ”

This is extremely inadequate, and I don't know if it's dead or alive.

But these people are all in the red dust, and their hearts are in the nature of Taoism, once they are mixed with folk trivialities, there will be immeasurable results.

A bunch of men and horses led by Zhao Kun dug for a whole day and two nights, and the east building still stood proudly, and the foundation had been dug out but found that the bottom was round.

The further back you go, the harder it is to dig.

At this moment, Zhao Kun also had a sad face, but he was quite emotional in his heart: "Is this kind of design the heaven and earth upside down?" ”

Zhao Kun remembered the earth after Wu Bai's ten thousand years, and that scene was like a miniature version of Qingfeng Accord.

Thinking of this, Zhao Kun ordered a stoppage.

Who knows, in the second half of the night, I received news that a large number of soldiers poured in from the front tower of Qingfeng Accord, killing some monks who did not have much cultivation.

On the contrary, the cultivators, who were ascending to the top of the day, fled Kyoto Castle early.

What they care about most is not life and death, but they want to keep a life and cultivate higher cultivation in this life.

It's just that some low-level casual cultivators regard death as home.

By the time Meng Jiu'er arrived in a hurry, the sundial square was covered with corpses and rivers of blood, and all the monks had hid in the underground gladiatorial arena of Qingfeng Pavilion.

The six gods and no master hid in the chair as if they had lost their souls, and let a few senior brothers take care of the overall situation.

In the open space, Zhang Yuanfang actually saluted the guests on all sides one by one:

"Thank you for remembering the old kindness of the Pavilion Master, this time the line is blocking your life, if you want to leave, I, as the Pavilion Master's eldest disciple, am willing to open up an underground passage."

As soon as everyone heard this, the big guys knew that Qingfeng Yage's mechanism technique was complex and linked in all directions.

But the imperial court issued an order to produce all the cultivators, and said that they were playing tricks to bring disaster to the country and the people, which made every cultivator resentful.

On the contrary, they are not proud of things outside their bodies, and they are not easy to fear the life and death of their bodies.

"But the Taoist ancestor has training, and he is not allowed to use magic with ordinary people, Yuanfang Daoyou, how is this good?"

A young man in Tsing Yi stood up in the crowd.

Zhang Yuanfang arched his hand and said: "What Daoyou said is extremely true. ”

"Then what if there is a noble senior who will guide us?" A young man in a black shirt stood up and said.

"What's the point?" Ah Jiu stood up from his seat.

The six gods who died without a master instantly regained their senses when they heard a familiar voice at this moment: "Senior brother, it's a girl from Jiu'er." ”

"Sister, it's Jiu'er girl." Yuan Fang straightened her waist.

Ah Jiu said with a serious face: "Since the cultivators are cultivating in the red dust, the red dust has become a miasma, do you want to sit idly by, or return to the mountain gate, or do you want to make a contribution to rectify this complicated red dust?" ”

As soon as these words came out, many people in the audience whispered: "It makes sense." ”

"We are already going through the calamity in the red dust, and it is difficult to correct ourselves, if we sit idly by, wouldn't it be a hooligan's move?"

Ah Jiu didn't know why he saw the officers and soldiers killing so many people who worked hard to cultivate, and his heart suddenly opened:

"I don't think that escaping in case of trouble is practice, I don't hide it, there is a master in the younger generation, he runs faster than anyone else in trouble, and he keeps saying that he is not contaminated with red dust, so may I ask everyone, without the red dust avenue to provide us with all things, what are you eating? And what do you drink? ”

As soon as these words came out, he stood up subconsciously.

The audience was filled with an uproar.

"Talking about sentient beings over and over again, is it true that a grass and a tree, a person and an animal are not sentient beings? Isn't it in the middle of the avenue? Without the union of heaven and earth, even sentient beings cannot exist, and where is the red dust?

You always say that the physical body is something outside the body, and what you cultivate is the three energies of essence, qi and spirit, and you can become an immortal when you cultivate to the top of the three flowers.

Look at the dead people in Sundial Square, they don't have this skin, have they made progress in their cultivation? Or have you become an immortal? ”

Zhang Yuanfang looked up at Meng Jiu'er, he found that today's Jiu'er was different, as if he was exuding an aura of energy.

Every sentence she says can be the main point of the practice:

"Nine girls, what should we do next?"

"Otherwise, Jiu'er, you can arrange what to do next." After listening to it for a long time, he was already excited, and his master had recently said that the value of the soul is far beyond the physical body, and if you can cultivate and let go of life and death, you can transcend reincarnation, but Jiu'er doesn't think so.

The meaning of her words is that life is valuable, and only when it is valuable can it achieve the spiritual power of Sanhua Juding.

"Our pavilion master is admired, how can you be encouraged by a few words? Ha ha...... Let the old man try your foundation. ”

As he spoke, an old man in his fifties flew out of the audience diagonally opposite and rushed straight to Meng Jiu'er's front door.