The world thousands of years ago was very different from now, when the world was very chaotic and there were very few people - only those who could practice were qualified to live a human life, and those who could not practice lived the life of a dog, and as for the Xiling Temple, it was the kingdom of God on the ground, a heaven that had nothing to do with the earthly world.

It wasn't until the master established the Tang Dynasty and taught the world that this situation changed, and the Xiling Temple was forced to look at the earthly world, and the cultivators could no longer enslave mortals as before, and the cultivation world could no longer be as high as before, so there were more and more people in the world.

The so-called thousand-year-old saint is this truth.

With the departure of the Master, many things changed again, and no one could stop the cultivators from ruling the world again, at least beyond the territory that Chang'an City could see.

A few years ago, Liu Yiqing entered the palace with a single sword and killed the then emperor of the Southern Jin Dynasty, which is a clear proof of this change, a new era is coming, and he is the first person to lift the curtain.

With no guardians on earth, rules begin to crumble, and the new era will become primitive and bloody again, and everyone will have the opportunity to speak their own truth with their own power.

The strong are the masters of this new world, Liu Yiqing is the strong, and the enemies he faces tonight are all strong, and they are all qualified to be reasonable, he just hopes to be faster.

So he didn't look at Zhao Sishou, because although this thin Daoist was a powerhouse of the South China Sea Realm and the son of the sea, he was not his real opponent - not his opponent.

Liu Yiqing looked at the night and said, "Then, come on." ”

The night is as quiet as water. The voice didn't sound, and no one came out.

Zhao Sishou's face was a little ugly, and there was some unwillingness in his thin and dark wrinkles, but he didn't make a move. Because he heard footsteps in the imperial city.

Everyone around the Imperial City heard the footsteps.

The footsteps were steady and rhythmic, and the shoes on those feet should not be leather, but cotton. The sound was muffled, like the sound of wood breaking.

A teenager walked out of the imperial city.

The firelight illuminated the ground as if it were daylight, and the shadow of the boy was very vivid, but it was impossible to see his face clearly, only that he was wearing an old blue coat, and the edge of the green coat was embroidered with new gold thread

In the Xiling Temple, only the red-clothed priests were qualified to embroider gold threads, and what was puzzling was that the young man did not wear a red robe. Tsing Yi washed white. It looks like a little guy.

Probably because he was used to being a little girl.

Liu Yiqing's side face. Quietly listening to the footsteps, the hand holding the hilt of the sword was loose and tight, and there seemed to be some kind of rhythm in between. In harmony with the footsteps, or at war.

With walking. The sound of metal grinding kept sounding behind the young man in Tsing Yi, and thirteen slender knives slowly poked out of their scabbards and appeared in people's sight.

The knives were like petals, and he stood in the middle of them.

He stopped, looked up at the night dome, and because of this action, the firelight illuminated his cheeks, and his ordinary eyebrows were clearly brightened, and his face was a little pale.

is also pale, the face of the little emperor of the Southern Jin Dynasty on the city wall is pale and very cowardly, but there is a certain frightening madness in the paleness on his face.

In addition to the flower composed of knives behind him, he held a large golden flower in his hand, and he looked at the golden flower, his expression was very pious and fanatical, and his eyes seemed to contain extremely hot flames.

He reached out to pluck the petals while muttering, "Die, die, die, die......"

Pick a petal and say die, pick another petal and say not die, and the last petal leaves the stem and falls to the ground, while he says death.

The young man in Tsing Yi was a little happy, as innocent as a child, his cheeks looked even paler, he looked at Liu Yiqing on his chariot, and said in a trembling voice: "You are going to die tonight." ”

His voice trembled slightly, because he was a little nervous, he had never really fought, but he was not afraid, because he knew that he would definitely not lose, in Haotian's world.

Liu Yiqing didn't speak, he knew very well that no matter how this young man counted, it would inevitably be a dead word in the end, because although he couldn't see, he knew who the other party was.

The people around the imperial city also knew the origin of this young man in green clothes, including the little emperor of the Southern Jin Dynasty, everyone seemed a little excited, and they were absolutely silent because of awe.

In the late spring, the Xiling Temple is bigger, there is a young man in Tsing Yi who won the first place, he has no teacher, so a few months ago, he was not able to practice, but a spring rain made him know his fate, including the head of the Xiling Temple, no one knows where his potential limit or the real realm is, and his appearance is like a miracle.

In the eyes of Haotian believers, he is the real genius of the Daomen, whether it is the former Ye Su or the rumored Chen Pipi, they cannot be compared with this young man in Tsing Yi.

Because he is Haotian's gift to the world.

His name is Hengmu Liren, and he used to be a young man in Tsing Yi who chopped wood in the Heavenly Oracle, and now he is a red-clothed priest in the Xiling Temple.

Liu Yiqing asked, "How are you going to let me die?"

Yokoki said, "I use a knife. ”

Liu Yiqing asked, "What knife?"

Yokoki Tatsuto said, "Wood chopping knife." ”

His thirteen knives were all thin knives, suitable for killing, not for chopping wood, but he still insisted on calling them woodcutters, I don't know if it was because he had been chopping firewood for many years, or because of some other reason.

Liu Yiqing shook his head and said, "You are too far worse than him." ”

The people around the Imperial City were absolutely silent, so the conversation between the two reached everyone's ears very clearly, but no one could understand it.

Are you too far behind him?

Who is he?

Yokomu Liren knew who Liu Yiqing was talking about, his eyes became hot, and he shouted: "No one can defeat me, you can't, he can't!"

Liu Yiqing stroked the scabbard beside him and said, "You are very proud." ”

Tatsuto Yokoki said, "Because I'm confident. ”

Liu Yiqing looked at him through the white cloth and said: "Our generation never uses words or expressions to show confidence, we are used to meeting and drawing knives. ”

Because of his long years of hard labor and exposure to the wind and sun, Yokoki Lito does not look immature and does not match his age, but his expression is still innocent, and his smile looks a little cruel.

"That man cut you blind back then, I will cut you dead tonight, and when I meet him in a few days, I will cut him blind first, and I will make a wish for you. ”

"I've never had that desire. Liu Yiqing said: "Because I know very well that no matter how hard I try, I can't become stronger than him, and you can't do it." ”

Tatsuto Yokoki said, "You seem to have a lot of confidence in him. ”

Liu Yiqing looked at him with pity and said: "If you really meet him, then it will be your death, this is a very simple truth, but it's a pity that you are so naïve and arrogant that you can't even think about it." ”

He looked at the night and said, "That person must understand, but obviously, he didn't warn you, and from this, there aren't many people in the Xiling Temple who like you." ”

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(Regarding the publication of the guest, thank you for the lazy and many friends, the publishing house is also very sincere, but after a long time of serious thinking, I decided not to publish it for the time being, and it will take one to two years to do a good job of revision and then publish, this thing is to be done sooner or later, early than late, the former sages have already learned a painful lesson, in addition, the Chinese Writers Association opened the Youth Creation Conference in Beijing, I thought about it, or stay at home honestly, after all, recuperation is the most important, and I am also a little uncertain, is it a young writer at the age of thirty-six? Joke, I will have the opportunity to participate again in the future, and I would like to express my gratitude here. ）