Ning Que had no experience in fighting Nian Shi.

But he has a lot of combat experience.

So when this quiet and joyful street in the early morning, the steaming heat of the bun shop, the happy children and the adults of Mune, and the entire Chang'an City disappeared in front of him, he was not shocked, but made the fastest reaction.

He closed his eyes, pulled out the wood knife at his waist, recalled the last scene he saw before closing his eyes, and slashed down in front of him according to the traces left in his mind.

The blade broke through the wind, and the blade of the knife was not sharp and carried the old pen and wood chips, and accurately slashed at the eyebrows of the middle-aged monk, and the distance between one eyebrow was not deviated.

The grave in front of Ning Que was far away, thousands of miles away.

But it's close, it's right in front of you.

He pulled out the slender Pu knife behind him and slashed down, as if he still had the blade of the grass clippings of the Bihu Lake, and accurately slashed the grave, from thousands of miles away to the step in front of him, not an inch was missed.

However, this seemingly Pei Ruo Mo Yu knife fell on the lonely grave, but it failed to cut the head of this grave, and countless sparks splashed between the blade and the tomb, and it became a continuous fire

A gap can be faintly seen on the slender waist of the knife.

On the side of the street in the early morning of Chang'an City, the middle-aged monk didn't seem to see the firewood knife that was slashed at his eyebrows in the morning breeze, he looked calmly ahead, his eyes focused and determined.

The thin warrior monk who had been standing beside him flipped his wrist, and an iron staff made of fine iron roared into the air, the tail of which was deeply inserted into the bluestone slab, and the body of the staff stopped in front of the knife.

There was a dull crashing sound.

Ning Que closed his eyes, his knees bent slightly, stood on tiptoe and floated towards the center of the street with the power of the rebound, half a zhang horizontal firewood knife in front of him, his wrists trembled slightly, and his face was slightly pale.

Chen Pipi, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, frowned slightly.

Walking in the world, there will be a martial arts practitioner with strong melee force as a coercion, and this combination has become a recognized rule in the cultivation world, and the thin warrior monk solves the melee threat for the middle-aged monk, and does not violate the rules of duel.

Chen Pipi didn't know that Ning Que's understanding of the rules of the world of cultivation Cheng Dù was similar to an idiot, he was not angry at the two monks of Baita Temple against Ning Que alone, the reason why he frowned had nothing to do with the action of the thin warrior monk, but because of the pedestrians and the city scene on the side of the street that looked normal.

The child was still happily tearing the wet paper that was softened by the heat of the big meat buns.

The man in the bun shop was still there, very condescending, indifferent, proudly collecting the copper plates and sorting them into the bamboo baskets in the neighborhood, and the sound of selling in his mouth was quieter than the heat coming out of the steaming drawer.

The neighbors gathered in front of the steaming drawer, some angrily reprimanded the strangers who cut the queue, some exchanged the winners and losers of last night's card game with their neighbors, and some people lowered their voices to tell a rumor about something in the palace, and when the freshly brought out buns were served, all the conversation stopped and turned into a lively scramble.

No one noticed the two foreign monks on the side of the street, nor did anyone notice that two gentlemen appeared in the world on the mountain behind the academy, and no one even noticed that a silent and tragic and dangerous duel was going on on the street at this time, and the street was still so calm and joyful as it was noisy and lively.

This is no longer in the red dust, it is meant to be outside the Three Realms.

Instead, he used Zen to move his mind and cultivated the iron threshold before the common people.

Chen Pipi didn't expect that this nameless middle-aged ascetic monk from Baita Temple was actually so powerful in the realm of meditation that he couldn't help but start worrying about Ning Quelai.

Ning Que took a few steps back.

The lonely tomb thousands of miles away became clearer and clearer in his eyes.

The tomb was made of ordinary bluestone clay, and there was nothing unusual about it, but it was slashed by him before, and there was no trace left on it.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Looking at the desolate tomb with nowhere to talk, he felt more and more desolate, feeling more and more cold, as if the heat in his body was escaping into the air.

However, standing in the spiritual world, where is the real body?

Ning Que looked at the lonely tomb thousands of miles away, and knew that there was a chill coming from the lonely grave, and the lonely Qingyi was the means by which the middle-aged monk's mental power was attacking him in the spiritual world.

This kind of Buddhism is very clever, and it can even be said to be magical.

The middle-aged monk's mental power seeps into it like a spring breeze and rain, and the peace and righteousness reach the extreme, and the danger reaches the extreme, which is the transcendent meaning of silence, so that you can sing and dance with it, or sit and meditate with it, or fall into love, and it is difficult to extricate yourself.

If it were someone else, even if it was more pure and powerful than Ning Que's mind, in the face of such a Buddhist Zen offensive, I was afraid that it would be difficult to deal with, and I didn't even know how to deal with it.

However, Ning Que once communicated with Master Lotus Sheng's spiritual world.

Master Liansheng learned through the three sects of Buddhism, Taoism and Demons, once chanted in the Hanging Temple, did the Dharma protector of the Buddhist Sect Mountain Gate, and his schoolwork was shocking, although when he was connected with the spiritual world of Ning Que, the master was already dying and his mental power was even far less powerful than that of the middle-aged monk from the White Pagoda Temple, but to the spirit and realm, I don't know how many people are beyond this person, and the kind of Zen hidden in the temptation is not more charming.

It is difficult for a swimmer who has fought against the storm of the sea to drown in a stream, and how can he be infected by a grave when he has seen the wonderful land of seventy petals of lotus and fragrant petals? Ning Que was unmoved and expressionless in front of the lonely tomb of thousands of miles.

He stuck to his heart, silently contemplated, abandoned the knife in his hand, and conjured a terrifying virtual knife larger than a mountain in the air with his mental power, and slashed down again at the grave.

No matter how hard the lonely tomb was, it was shattered in an instant.

Not chopped by a knife, but crushed by a mountain of knives!

The steaming steam from the bun shop, the crowd and the breeze that were squeezed out of the bun came to the street.

Those white vapors enveloped the bodies of the middle-aged monk and Ning Que.

It's like a cloud, suddenly out of the world.

Ning Que let go of his right hand, and the firewood knife slipped from his hand and landed on the ground, making a soft sound.

He stood in the sea of clouds in the world with his eyes closed, and stood silent in the world.

The middle-aged monk's face suddenly turned pale, his body trembled violently, shaking and restless, as if he was about to lie down in the sea of clouds at any time, and he would not go again once he was drunk.

Slowly, but surely, his palms pressed closer together.

The steam in the streets is quieting.

The middle-aged monk finally slowly stood up and did not fall. The lonely grave was crushed into countless gravels by Ning Que's knife, flying all over the sky. After the stone rain, a huge stone Buddha dozens of feet high appeared in the air.

The stone Buddha has a kind face and a compassionate expression, but there seems to be thunder and lightning brewing between his open eyes, indescribably indifferent and majestic, full of compassion and anger for the person in front of him.

Compassion and anger seem to be incompatible two emotions.

But the face of this stone Buddha has been perfectly displayed at the same time.

Pity its misfortune and anger it.

The stone Buddha's lips were tightly pursed, like a line, a shallow line carved with a carving knife, as if he had not opened his mouth to speak for thousands of years.

Ning Que looked at this line and remembered the beautiful lips of the girl in white, which were as thin as red lines.

The stone Buddha did not speak.

Between heaven and earth, a Buddha sounded, two words of monosyllable, the meaning is unknown, but it is majestic and far-reaching.

The sky was full of gravel and fell like rain, smashing into the earth.

Ning Que looked up at the sky, watching the earth and rocks coming, and didn't know how to deal with it.

The sky was full of stones and gravel like rain, falling on his body and on his face.

The pain of the real body clearly transmitted to his sea of consciousness, making him realize that every part of his body, the dirty organs of his body, were under attack from the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

At this moment, he remembered the scene at the Beishan Road Pass, where the old man Lu Qingchen killed the scholar.

The scholar was already enchanted and still dead.

Ning Que has already entered the demon, but he is a real demon.

How could the invasion of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi kill him?

So just the pain, and nothing else.

The steam from the bun shop was still wafting down the street.

The middle-aged monk stood in the clouds, his eyes became deeper and deeper, but in the deepest part there was a scorching light that began to condense and burn, and that scorching light was shock, anger and murderous intent.

He didn't expect that the academy Ning Que had never been known for his mental power, but he had such a powerful mental power, and when he used his mental power to attack the other party's Zhizhi Sea, he could dissolve the loneliness of the lonely tomb for thousands of miles so lightly.

However, what shocked him even more was that the stone rain in the spiritual world was a direct attack on the cultivator's physical body that he had launched with his telekinesis to control the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, and he couldn't hurt the other party in this way!

With such a terrifying physical strength, and obviously not a defense formed by the true qi of the martial arts peak powerhouse, then there was only one reason, and that reason was the source of the middle-aged monk's shock and killing thoughts.

The middle-aged monk's palms were originally together, but they gradually separated at this time.

He slashed the white index finger of his left hand and dug a bloody hole from his right palm.

Then he tore off a piece of flesh with a blank face.

After doing this action, his dark cheeks became more and more pale, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of old age, and the wrinkles were like layers of garbage heaps washed by rain, and the manuscript was extremely dry.

He slowly wiped the blood and flesh from his right palm onto the withered face.

This is not the Demon Sect's Evil Technique Blood Handprint.

It is the most powerful and decisive essence blood feeding Buddha of the Buddha sect. A disciple of the Buddhist Sect who performs this kind of exercise, even if the realm is profound, is very likely to die.

If it weren't for the collapse of the mountain gate, or the encounter with a thousand enemies, no Buddhist disciple would have used such a method that greatly violated the compassion of the Buddhist sect.

When the middle-aged monk dug up blood and smeared his face, Chen Pipi immediately reacted, and was extremely shocked to think that this person had any grudge against the little junior brother, and he wanted to put him to death!

At this dangerous moment, as a disciple of the academy, where can I control any rules.

The wide hospital uniform on his body fluttered in the wind, oscillating like a flag.

The index finger is slightly bent, and the finger of the god of the world is going to attack the middle-aged monk according to the academy's unintention.

But then something happened.

That incident made Chen Pipi stunned for a moment.

And the victory or defeat of the battle in the spiritual world often only takes a moment.

(Wait for me to break out when I get home, I've been too busy lately, try to get it done as quickly as possible.) (To be continued)