The clouds dissipated.

The wooden sword vibrated slightly, flew back to the rice sea in front of the Qingxia, and hovered calmly.

Ye Su raised his eyebrows slightly.

He knew that Jun Mo was very strong, but he didn't expect it to be so strong.

Only by crossing the threshold above the Five Realms can you create your own rules in the world of Haotian.

The second senior brother did not cross the Five Realms, but in the established rules of the Haotian World, he found his strongest beliefs, so that those rules became his exclusive rules.

In a sense, this method has gone beyond the scope of the Five Realms.

Ye Su's eyebrows gradually flattened, and his meaning gradually flattened.

He has already taken out the sword, and now it is the turn of the second senior brother to take out the sword.

He looked at Qingxia, waved his arms, flicked his sleeves, put them behind him, and said calmly, "Please." ”

The second senior brother took out the sword.

His sword is simpler.

The broad and straight iron sword, leaving his right hand, left Qingxia.

The iron sword was about a man's height above the ground of the field, and slowly flew towards the rice paddies.

There was a distance between Qingxia and the rice fields, and the land was stained with blood.

It's not blood, it's the blood of countless cavalry and war horses in the past two days.

The field was soaked in blood, black and black, and exuded a pungent smell of blood.

Especially in the field before the rice sea, the blood is like ink, and the soil has changed color.

The iron sword flew over the blood-stained field, not stained with a trace of blood.

But there was one more death intent.

It's not dead silence, it's not dead heart, it's a resolute idea.

Extremely killing.

Before Qingxia today, he met Ye Su.

Meeting is not an encounter, because the swords in the hands of two people have never met.

This iron sword of his is to ask Ye Su to meet with a wooden sword.

This iron sword has already killed thousands of people.

The blood in the field was cut out by this iron sword.

It is the blood of the iron sword itself.

The iron sword met his own blood, and the momentum was full to the extreme, and the slaughter was to the extreme.

When they meet each other with courtesy, they meet with swords.

Even Ye Su couldn't avoid it before such a domineering sword.

He could only raise his sword to meet him.

In the distance in the southern wilderness, Liu Bai slowly stood up by the carriage, looked at the iron sword at the Qingxia, and said, "This sword finally has some meaning." ”

The battle of Qingxia lasted for more than two days, and the strongest man in the world never made a move, because he had been waiting for Jun Mo to advance to the strongest state, otherwise it would be meaningless.

Looking at this iron sword at this time, he finally made an interesting evaluation, which means that he thinks that the second senior brother has advanced to the strongest state at this time, and he really wants to take this sword.

This iron sword is indeed very interesting.

It's even more interesting than Liu Bai thought.

The iron sword still represents the rules of the second senior brother.

Black or white, no gray.

Life or death, you can't have it both ways.

Fight or lose, there is no escape.

In the face of such a decisive sword, no matter who it is, it is necessary to make the most decisive choice and decision.

You have to choose a path, you have to choose a direction.

There is no third way in the world, and the weeds on the wall cannot fall to their place.

This iron sword has gone beyond the scope of domineering, and faintly exudes a sense of openness and righteousness.

Give you a choice, then crush you and kill you.

It's king.

How would you choose between life and death?

Even if you have really solved life and death, life and death are still there.

Seeing through does not mean that you can break it, but because you have seen too much, you will not know how to choose.

If you don't choose, that's a failure.

This is the problem that the iron sword gave to Ye Su.

Ye Su didn't take the iron sword.

Because the iron sword is the other party's rules, once he takes it, it is equivalent to accepting the other party's rules, so no matter how this battle develops, it is impossible for him to change the passive situation.

But the iron sword asked him to take it.

What could he do?

Ye Su asked the rice field to pick up the iron sword.

This rice field is his rule.

Before the iron sword came out of Qingxia, he had already put up his hands, and his sleeves were slightly flicked.

There is a fresh breeze coming from between the sleeves, and the golden rice is gently trembling by the breeze, and sometimes bending over.

A wide and straight iron sword, entering the sea of rice.

The sea of rice gradually divided, like a lake, like the sea, like a pine in the green hills.

The weeds on the ridges were stained with blood.

The unharvested autumn rice was stained with blood.

Everywhere the iron sword passed, the weeds cracked into chips, flew up, and landed in the rice fields.

The heavy ears of rice fell with the sword intent.

The rice stalk, which had lost its heavy burden, suddenly straightened its waist and flicked the rice leaf into the air.

The ears of rice fall to the ground, and before they reach the ground, the rice peels off and flies with the rice leaves.

The bran on the rice grains cracked open, revealing round and crystalline grains of rice.

The rice grains are scattered everywhere in the autumn wind, like pearls reflecting the sun, and they are unusually beautiful.

The rice grains scattered into the air are scorched yellow by the sun, giving off the fragrance of rice.

The grains of rice that fell to the ground were blackened by blood and water, and crept into the mud.

Between the soil, green rice leaves grow.

The rice leaves spread out into the air, as if they were about to bear fruit.

In a very short period of time, the rice field was harvested, died, and reborn.

The life and death of the rice fields are staged in front of people's eyes.

The process is very continuous, and the cycle of life and death becomes a perfect harmony, and there is no clear dividing line to be found.

The iron sword flying in the rice field did not find the dividing line.

Iron Sword still walked in silence.

The sea of rice gives birth to rice, and there is a sudden illness and a loud noise.

A hurricane roared from the iron sword and roared over the sea of rice.

The wooden sword hung in the air in front of Ye Su, and it was constantly thrown up and down by the hurricane.

In the raging sea of rice, it is like an inconspicuous boat.

The boat had no power, and with the power of the rice sea and the sword wind, it swayed in the stormy waves.

No matter how big the waves were, no matter how wild the wind was, the boat never sank, but disappeared and floated between the black water and the white waves.

A moment ago, the boat sank to the icy bottom of the sea.

After a while, the boat floated to the surface of the sea and saw the blue sky of life.

Because the boat has no deck, no cabins.

This boat is a wooden sword.

A wooden sword is the simplest piece of wood.

On the sea of life and death, the wooden sword floated aimlessly.

It does not seek to live, nor does it seek death.

Nor can life or death befall him.

I don't know how long it took.

The wind gradually stopped, the rice sea gradually quieted down, and nothing seemed to have happened.

Only the new seedlings in the soil of the rice fields are proving something.

Ye Suzhong put his hand into the air on the rice field and caught a few grains of rice.

The newly peeled rice is plump, scorched in the sun until browned, and has a sweet aroma.

He picked up a grain of rice with his fingers and put it in his lips.

He chewed slowly, a smile on his face, and there was a real taste in it.

"More than ten years ago, I traveled around the world, thinking that I had broken through the barrier of life and death, and since then I have no fear, what I think is what the sword points to, and the sword heart is clear......"

Ye Su sprinkled the remaining grains of rice in his palm into the rice field, and said with a smile: "If it was me at that time, in the face of your sword, I would definitely take it, and I would definitely lose." ”

"It wasn't until a few years ago, on the top of the snowy peak in the wasteland, that I faced the full sunshine and stabbed Mr. Big with a clear sword intent in the air, that I knew that I was very wrong. ”

Ye Su's smile gradually narrowed, and he said calmly: "Because the sword that I thought had penetrated life and death did not stab Mr. Big at all, and even the water in the pool did not stir up a bit. ”

"Because Mr. Big was sitting by the pool and reading a book, and he didn't even look at my sword, he didn't even think about it. That's when I understood...... If you see through life and death, you can't see through it. ”

"Later, I went to Chang'an City, lived in a dilapidated small Taoist temple for a long time, I watched the Taoist temple collapse, watched the neighborhood's rain eaves broken, I was no longer outside the world, but felt in the world, I began to repair the rain eaves for the neighborhood, brick by brick to repair the Taoist temple, only to understand the truth of breaking and rebuilding. ”

Ye Su looked at the blood on the edge of the rice field and said: "Blood represents death, but the watered field is extremely fertile, and the blood rice growing on this field must be very delicious next year." ”

"Destroy miè and then be born, so endlessly, this is life. ”

"There is no death in the world. ”

The second senior brother looked at him standing in the rice field, and suddenly said, "There is death." ”

Ye Su said: "I admit it, but at least within the time frame of you and me, there is no death. ”

The second senior brother said: "In your concept, there is life and death, how do you break it?"

"What the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism pursue is the final great peace. ”

Ye Su said: "Investigating life and death is for peace, but I now understand that death is eternal, life is lucky, and there are great joys and sorrows during it, why must I be calm?"

"That calmness is false. ”

"Before death and death, there should be sadness or joy, that is true. ”

"That's how I think about life and death right now. ”

"This view of life and death is very simple, it seems that there is no power, but there is no external force that can break it.

"Whether it's your iron sword, or anything else. ”

After hearing this, the second senior brother was silent for a moment and said, "You have come to the road. ”

Ye Su said: "I haven't attained the Tao yet. ”

The second senior brother said: "However, your current way has deviated from the way of Haotian. ”

Ye Su said: "The Tao is in the heart of heaven, or the Tao that Haotian made me realize is like this. ”

The second senior brother said, "If Haotian says that your Tao is not the Tao, what should you do?"

Ye Su looked at the rice scattered at his feet, looked at the new seedlings in the soil, was silent for a long time, and then slowly raised his head and said calmly: "I still have my sword." ”

He reached out to the golden sea of rice.

Hold the wooden sword.

Everyone has their own way.

It has nothing to do with faith and does not mean ungodliness.

It's just that people like Ye Su will inevitably follow their own path.

The second senior brother's problem is a real problem.

Ye Su's answer is also a true answer.

He's ready.

This represents a shocking truth.

If Haotian agrees with his ways, he will still be religious.

If Haotian disagrees with his ways, he still has a sword.

Because the wood is already in the boat, he is willing to be the fool who carves the boat for the sword.

Ye Su is a genius of the Dao Sect and the most staunch believer of Haotian, otherwise the Lord would not have accepted him as a disciple.

No one knows when such a change took place in him.

Is it on the snowy peaks of the wasteland, or in the small Taoist temple in Chang'an City?

In short, he held his sword.

This sword dares to ask the sky.

How powerful that must be.

Now, he is still a believer in Haotian.

The walk of the door.

His sword doesn't have to ask the sky.

Instead, I came to ask Jun Mo.

Can Jun Mo catch it? (To be continued)