The little monk, who claimed to be the bright lamp, frowned and muttered:

"Extraordinary?"

Then he looked up at Bright Sun, his eyes were very bright, even if his body was slightly radiating, it could not drown out this brightness, he took a step forward and said with a smile:

"The bright lantern is indeed extraordinary, beyond this mortal world, illuminating the way forward for everything, and this, King Ming can't do it, holding the sun and the moon in his hand is just a joke. ”

As soon as these words were spoken, most of the believers present were in an uproar, while the priests who were closer to the monk had angry faces.

Two close priests, swept forward, one on the left and one on the right, holding the monk's arm tightly, running Xuangong, like a dragon drawing water, no matter what strange you are as a monk, I Ming Wang Sect Shengong can take away your life's power.

Ming Deng looked at the two priests lightly, and said with a faint smile:

"A thief is a thief, take it if you can"

The light in his body quickly flowed towards the two Ming King Sect priests, and the two priests immediately felt a vast and huge qi flowing towards the meridians in their bodies.

It was as if someone had broken the sun, and a wireless sunset flowed from within the sun.

What happens if a person pounces on the sun?

What happens when a moth pounces on a fire?

In an instant, the two priests turned into balls of fire and slowly collapsed in the middle of the field.

On the wide lawn, there is no more noisy discussion.

Only the voice of the bright light remained.

"I am from the Divine, so merciful, I am from the starry sky, so fearless, I am the light that illuminates the world. ”

Suddenly, a man on the high platform slowly spoke and interrupted the monk's confession.

"Even if you are the lamp, I will let you extinguish it, and you will have to extinguish it, because you are the lamp, and the lamp cannot be on forever, because there will be daylight, and no one needs a lamp during the day, and I am the day."

On the vermilion red dress, the phoenixes are clustered with golden dragons, and the dragon hairpin is not worn on the top of the head, and in the twilight, her figure is so bright, because she is the master of Beiyou, the king of the land under her feet.

"So, mad monk, I don't need your fake mercy. ”

The young monk looked at the young empress wearing a dragon and phoenix robe and a dragon hairpin in a daze, and said with a shocked face:

"Maybe you're right, I don't remember a woman who could be an emperor. ”

Empress Lan Xiaoxiao didn't speak, and the old woman of the Sword Hall standing beside her was already furious:

"I have heard for a long time that the Buddhist monks are the most compassionate, and today the old body will know your wonderful method with the sword hall to know the spring sword. ”

After speaking, the old woman has already stepped in, and the original old and wrinkled face suddenly gushed out patches of pink, as if one step has entered spring, the Spring and Autumn Sword Hall can know spring with a sword, and a sword can enter autumn.

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The real history of the Spring and Autumn Sword Hall must be traced back to the distant first Zhou, according to legend, the ancestor of the Sword Hall has two famous swords, one sword for the spring, and one sword for the autumn, but what many people don't know is that the Spring and Autumn Sword Hall does have these two swords, but the sword is only a weapon after all, at least for the Spring and Autumn Sword Hall, these two swords are far less than the two sword intentions handed down by the ancestor.

Know the meaning of spring.

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Autumn coolness

There are tens of millions of sword moves in the world, but they are inseparable from stabbing and slashing.

There are thousands of swords in the world, but they can't resist the true meaning of the swordsman's heart, I have a sword, what do I do, who is the sword for, and even in the final analysis, what is a sword.

Knowing the true meaning, and having a sword, whether it is holding a peach blossom, holding a wooden stick, or holding a dried salted fish, I say that they are swords, and that is a sword.

Therefore, Mo Chunyan, one of the four hall masters of the Spring and Autumn Sword Hall, is now the old lady of the Sword Hall, she knows the meaning of spring with a sword.

Spring, all things are born and vibrant, and it lies in a waking word.

The silver hollow bracelet in the old woman's hand broke away from her wrist and turned into a small silver sword, surrounding her wrist, rising with the sword intent, turning into thousands of peach blossoms, and then into thousands of spring shoots.

As soon as she handed out the sword, there were tens of thousands of sword intentions like spring rain, bamboo garden spring shoots to the sky, she handed out a sword, there were peach blossoms of spring peaches, overnight, ten thousand peach blossoms, thousands of spring bamboo shoots, in a decisive way fell to the sun that exuded thousands of golden light.

The bright lantern monk folded his hands, his eyes were lowered, and the light around his body was great, as if the scorching sun appeared in the world, he stretched out a golden palm like glass in the light, and walked through thousands of peach blossoms, walking with thousands of spring bamboo shoots.

Suddenly, like a golden eagle catching a silver lark.

The small silver sword trembled in Minglantern's hand, gradually turning golden and docile.

The old woman seemed to be just taking a step, and it seemed that she was just making a sword, and there were not many people in the field who could see the danger of this sword.

Changqing was one, his eyes were very bright, as if the scenery on the high mountains was clearer, and the thick clouds and mist had also faded a little.

The old woman spit out a mouthful of blood, the wrinkles on her face deepened a little, and she took a few steps back, and the Bright Sun Gong behind her moved forward slightly, and the old woman bumped into the Bright Sun Gong, as if hitting a soft cushion.

After the old woman of the Sword Hall was helped by the Bright Sun Gong, he slowly moved away, and he looked at the young monk from the high platform.

He didn't say much, but slowly moved into the air, and slowly came to the bright lamp monk, stretching out a fat palm.

"Give me the sword, it's not yours. ”

The bright lamp monk looked at Roshan without sorrow or joy in front of him, and said with a smile:

"It's a pity that you don't enter my Buddhism like this,"

Sunny Gong smiled and said:

"Your Buddha's compassion is not as good as my weight. ”

The bright lamp monk suddenly smiled mildly and said:

"I'll give it to you, can you catch it, if you can't catch it, no one will be able to catch it if you want to come here. ”

So the little golden sword in his hand shot away at a much faster speed than it had come.

But the Bright Sun Gong and the bright light are really close, and the two are only less than a foot away from each other.

The small sword made a terrifying sound that tore through the air, and because of the friction of the air, it emitted terrifying heat and sparks.

All this is just because the distance of a foot in front of Radiant Sun Gong is too far, even if the speed of this small sword is really fast, it still stops in front of Shining Sun and slowly advances.

Minglan exclaimed, as if he had discovered something extraordinary:

"It's a foot in front of you, it's really far. ”

"It's a pity, it's not far enough, because there is no farthest distance in this world, because the light will still fall on your chest, and for others, you are really far away, but for me, my light is in front of me. ”

The bright lamp monk is like a piece of charcoal that has been burning for a long time, and when it is blown by the wind, it becomes brighter.

The fire of the charcoal shone on the Flare Prince's chest, and he began to slowly retreat, as his chest began to sink a little bit, and the blood flowing from his eyes and the overflow from the corners of his mouth were mixed with the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth on Flare Male's face without sorrow or joy.

"Do you still insist on taking it, if you don't leave, you will die. ”

Bright Sun Gong seemed to be laughing, because no one could read his expression, he raised his hand, slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said word by word:

"Take it, because it's not yours. ”

Because it's not yours, you can't take it, this is the simple logic, it's impossible for Ming Lantern not to understand, what he wants is not a sword, and what Yao Rigong wants to recover is not the famous sword of the Sword Hall.

At this time, in the silent and nervous crowd, a person slowly walked out, this person was not Changqing, nor Song Jing, because such a battle was not something they could intervene in.

Of course, Changqing was afraid that the hot-blooded hunters around him would take a firewood knife to the monk for advice, and then be easily turned into a pile of fly ashes by the other party.

Fortunately, Lie Tianjin was still a little sensible and didn't make a move.

Out came an odd old man with a sparse goatee and a sparse goatee, his hair tied with a straw, and he looked like he was about to break free.

The old man walked slowly to the room.

It wasn't until he reached out two fingers to take the small sword that everyone noticed his presence.

The old man took the little sword, and after being held by the bright lamp monk, the little sword, which had become a little golden, slowly returned to its original appearance.

The old man just stood in the middle of the field, holding the little sword between his fingers and looking at it for a long time.

"The Zhichun Sword of the Spring and Autumn Sword Hall, I haven't seen you for many years, Mo Chunyan, when you were young, your baby was tight, why are you old, and people are not fierce? ”

The old woman of Jiantang, who was secretly healing herself on the high platform, heard this, and looked at the person with her eyes, although her face was folded by overlapping years, but still flew out a few blushes, as if on the old tree, a gust of spring breeze blew and a few peach blossoms bloomed.

The next sentence of the old man was that the angry old woman almost came down and fought hard.

"When you asked me to live with you, you refused, and every day I knew that I was holding a broken sword, ouch, this sword is not too thick. ”

It wasn't until this time that everyone in the audience really noticed this strange old man, and for a while there was a buzz of discussion.

There was a surprisingly happy look on the face of the Bright Sun Gong, and he said gently: "Zhang Banban has seen the Great Elder. ”

Who can afford such a respectful title of the four princes of the Ming King Sect, the four princes of the Ming King Sect serve the Ming King, in addition to the Pope, and the Great Elder, there is no one else, even the Beiyou Empress and the four princes Although there is a difference between respect and inferiority, there is no subordinate distinction between the upper and lower levels.

After all, the people in the Ming King Sect have been the servants of the Ming King since the day they entered the sect.

At this time, the ministers and ministers with outstanding identities in the field looked at each other, this is my Northern Youguo Shi Han Zhangzi?

Since the empress ascended the throne and set up the post of national teacher, in order to ban the previous ruler, the internal affairs of the state are sponsored by a civil official of the State Department, when the empress implemented this reform, I don't know how many old ministers were annoyed, but the empress threw down a sentence, you don't want to talk to me about the ancestral rules of this woman, if you want to talk about the original you should have died on the pillar outside the palace, instead of talking nonsense with me now.

This incident naturally set off countless storms.

At this time, many of the officials present wondered if they would be intimate with this national teacher later.

And for ordinary people and believers in the Mingwang Sect, that is the Great Elder of the Mingwang Sect, and he is really very high-spirited.

Night finally covered the altar, but the faint Buddha light emitted by the bright lamp monk dispelled some of the darkness.

Then the people saw the great elder, stretched out his hand, and pulled out the crotch of his trousers.

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