Compared with the arguments of the literati, the superiority of the martial artist is more expected, because after all, it is something that can be seen and touched, after listening to Xuankong's witty words, not many people can understand, and not many people understand the high realm of Xuankong at that time, under him, there can already be countless martial artists who are forced to bow down.

It's just that Xuankong didn't care about this, he was determined to open the Qingming for the world, so he went away to the world, he went out of the valley, saw the many literati who were waiting for him, he had a Qingming Confucian popularity in his chest, as well as a true compassion of Buddhism, with the spirit in his chest, he brought a little literati, together with the far away world, far rivers and lakes, far away from the court, because the real world, in the eyes of Xuankong, is greater than the rivers and lakes, wider than the court.

It is worth mentioning that Lu Zhuo, who once refuted Xuankong, once regarded Wang Wenluo, who spoke up righteously and abandoned the official enlightenment Buddha as the first-class idol in his heart, willingly became Xuankong's big disciple, and it was he who proposed that since the main purpose of Xuankong's study of the law is the heart, it is better to call it the study of the heart, I hope that everyone in the world can have a crystal clear conscience, and I hope that the world can have a clear breeze in both sleeves, and the mirror of the heart can know good and evil, and distinguish between right and wrong.

Since then, there has been a real Buddha in the world, the Xuankong Buddha.

But in the Da Lei Yin Temple, no one noticed that there was one less old monk on the stage who shined yesterday, only noticed the two swordsmen standing in the ring with swords on their waists, in the hearts of those Jianghu people, the swordsman with the sword on his waist was much better than the old monk who was full of books yesterday.

It's just that those who really come to visit the Buddha are still in an endless stream, their eyes are not focused on the two people standing in the field, but in the Buddha temple in the Buddha's breath, in the golden Buddha sitting cross-legged and closed, in their limited heart mirror, the Buddha as all their sustenance, thinking that the Buddha in their hearts to the Buddha, the Buddha will help them to fulfill themselves, in other words, they think that this is some kind of way to fulfill themselves, sweeping the old monk looked at the Buddha people who came and went, relieved but pity, he was thinking that maybe the real realization of a Buddha word and human character is still the Xuankong monk he once left, like his own kind of people, after all, they are all different, so they are willing to sweep the leaves here.

After so many years of falling leaves, it is not only the filth on the ground that has been swept away, he thinks that this is also to give himself a quiet, to calm his heart, hoping that this will make the murder he once created fade away.

The earnest words that Xuankong said when he left the temple yesterday are still in my ears," Xuankong entered the temple for 20 years, fortunately the senior brother used to take in, let me know the heart in the pagoda, so there is today's Xuankong, although the senior brother is very high, can be allowed to call the senior brother as the senior brother, the senior brother should have seven emotions and six desires in his heart, this is all there is, usually do not have to deliberately erase it, the so-called Buddha, is not the real four are empty, the four are empty is the Buddha, is a coward, the senior brother can be seen in the Qingye Zen master of the year, if the real four are empty, why bother to enter the world to help the people, born to kill the benevolent. ”

"Senior brother has lust in his chest, why should he completely restrain it, this kind of emotion is common to everyone, if it is ruthless and restraining each other, is it not intolerable to heaven, when the emotion comes up, it is even more like a flood beast, afraid of recreating the past sins. Although there is no Wang Bai in the world, there is more than one Wang Bai in the world, the senior brother has cultivated his heart for so many years, Xuankong is deeply admired, but some words are still not to be mentioned, I hope that the senior brother will not hold himself too hard, and after a while, the senior brother will also become a true Buddha who kills himself. After the hands were closed very open, the distant back was free and decisive.

Thinking of the parting words, the old monk put down the broom and said to himself: "Xuankong, what you said has some truth after all, I think that all the variables in the world are in my hands, on this point, I really fell into the inferior, since I want to go to the blue sky, then I have to finally take a good look at this colorful world, otherwise there is depression in my heart, and I am indeed resentful." The old monk walked to the martial arts arena, he wanted to take a look at the two sword-wielding swordsmen, and wanted to see the sword path romance after Wang Bai in this world, although he felt something in his heart, Wang Bai should have left a real inheritance, but looking at these two swords in the sage, it is also very good to think about it.

In the martial arts arena, the two people who fought opposite each other knew in their hearts that the person in front of them would be the strongest kendo opponent they had ever met in their lives, and they both ignored Wang Bai in their hearts, because none of them deserved to be Wang Bai's opponent, in other words, in the whole world, they all thought that Wang Bai had no opponent, what about the heavens?

That dignified sword immortal, perhaps because he has seen through the world that he is invincible, will be lonely and want to find heaven and man to fight, Kejian looked at Situ Haoran in front of him, and said: "My name is Kejian, the sword name in my hand is three catties, the sword is four feet long, the sword name is heavy, and I am under Wang Bai." ”

When Situ Haoran heard the last sentence of learning from Wang Bai, his eyes also showed respect, this respect was not only for the guest sword in front of him, but also for Wang Bai, who might still be dancing with a sword above the sky.

"I have heard for a long time that the chief disciple under Wang Bai is called Kejian, and now I finally see it, please give advice, my name is Situ Haoran, the sword in my hand is nameless, the sword is two feet long, the sword weighs five catties and three taels, and I studied under Guiguzi. ”

The old drunkard in the audience tugged at his tight pants with his left hand on his buttocks, and then looked at Chen Xiyu who was staring at the stage with his eyes on the side, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Boy, how do you say that these sword practitioners are like a scholar, they are not happy, they want to compete in martial arts, and they are verbose and long-winded, and in the end it is not a sword drawing." ”

Chen Xiyu touched his nose, then turned his head and said, "Old guy, how is it that a scholar is not happy, I should also be a scholar." ”

Hearing this, the old drunkard smiled and patted Chen Xiyu's shoulder: "Yes, I lost my words, and the scholars are also cooler than them, haha." ”

While the two were talking, the two people on the stage had already drawn their swords, Situ Haoran's eyes were sharp, and he first took out his sword to attack the guest sword, his way of enlightenment was fearless, just as he dared to take the initiative to sword Wukong when he was just a Heavenly Realm cultivator, since he was fearless in the past, then in the face of today's opponent who may be evenly matched with himself, he should be even more fearless.

The sword of the guest sword is different from him, perhaps because the one that Wang Bai himself uses is very long, the three catties in the hand of the guest sword are also a long sword, when he draws the sword, there is a river emerging from the scabbard and waving into a water curtain, Situ Haoran stabs when the sword is interrupted, but the sword of the world, no matter how sharp, in front of the long river, is always cut and cannot be cut.

"After all, Wang Bai, the big disciple, has not learned the sword of the world, but it's a pity. Wukong paced slowly, and sighed when he walked to the old drunkard's side, fighting for the sword fairy who held the sword and danced in the sky, the sword that really belonged to the world was lost, and that was the great misfortune of the whole world.

"That Situ Haoran didn't learn the wisdom sword in Guiguzi's chest, isn't it also the fearless sword that fought against you back then, but you said that Wang Bai's sword in the world was lost, I think it's biased, with your understanding of Wang Bai, who was full of pride when he first debuted, do you think he will let his stunt be lost? I have heard of the ambition he had when he was at the peak of swordsmanship, I think you should not be unfamiliar with it. The old drunkard's eyes were slightly bent and he looked at the blue sky that was high up again.

"May everyone in the world have a sword, and may everyone in the world dare to hold a sword and shout angrily to the sky. The old monk took over the old drunkard's words, and looked at Chen Xiyu on the other side of the old drunkard's body with some interest: "Little donor, you know what the sword of the world is." ”

Chen Xiyu, who looked straight at the two people who were fighting martial arts on the stage with his eyes and was a little distracted, said casually: "The sword of the world, isn't it harmony? ”

As soon as these words fell, the old drunkard and the old monk couldn't help but lose their minds, and Li Gongyi, who was wrapped in a big red robe in the distance, also had some unconscious admiration on the half of his face exposed in front of outsiders.

"Daddy, the two people in your stand, the road seems to be very deep, like a big river on one side, and like a dragon on the other. Under the silver bell-like laughter, the corners of Xue San's mouth lifted a trace of arc: "Yes, swimming in the dragon and playing the river, is this the fairy-like ability that Yu'er yearns for." ”

"No, no, the gods should be like Daddy, who really has the kung fu to save the world. Xue Yu's eyes rolled, and he hugged Xue San's left arm with flattering hands and said.

Scraping Xue Yu's nose with his hand, Xue San said with a smile: "Little ghost spirit." ”

When he looked up at the stage again, the admiration in his chest unconsciously emerged.

Compared with the two sages on the stage, although Xue San under the stage is a heavenly realm, his cultivation is indeed too low, the long river seems to fill the entire martial arts platform, where there is a river surging, there is a sword intent, and Situ Haoran is not inferior to the guest sword, swimming in the four seas, between the rivers, he draws a sword from time to time, and there is a gap to show, although the gap will soon be filled, but just the fact that the long sword in his hand breaks the river, it really makes people have to praise sincerely.

Under the confrontation on the stage, not many people noticed that there was a green bull and a twelve or thirteen-year-old bull riding boy who had reached the edge of the crowd of spectators, but some Taoist priests who came down from the Great Dao Temple were thoughtful, and felt that the green cow was like the green cow under the seat of the old Taoist Duan Chungang many years ago, and the green cow seemed to have a name, and the old Taoist seemed to call him "A Qing" Yes, but Duan Chungang seems to have given it to Wang Bai, and Wang Bai went to the sky again, it stands to reason that how could he still see this green cow, let alone under the crotch of a boy.

Lao Niu looked at the scene in the eyes of the mortals on the martial arts platform that seemed to be a battle between heaven and man, and snorted with some disdain, the sound of the nose was very loud, and several saints and some heavenly realms in the field looked back in some surprise, and when the old monk saw the boy, he was even more surprised, that boy was clearly a sword, although the sword qi was hidden but not leaked, and the sharpness of the boy was more thorough than the two sword qi that fought wantonly on the stage!

Feeling the gazes of many people to him, the boy's face was a little shy, those eyes were like a scorching flame, which made him become a little hot, but he couldn't leave, because the old man had explained that he had to follow Lao Qing after he ascended to the sky, Lao Qing went down so many steps to this big thunder sound temple in one go, and he couldn't let him run to the thousands of steps again because of shame, and go up the mountain again, isn't it? Lao Qing is at least an elder, and besides, the gaze like a thorn in his back, before the master took him in, he was not unaffected.

Before Wang Bai took Wang Er in, Wang Er had no father or mother, although he grew up in a cottage, but Wang Er, who was always said to be a mongrel, had long been accustomed to the heat in his eyes, not to mention, this kind of hot feeling here was much warmer than those eyes like knives and swords, so Wang Er decided to ignore those eyes and looked up at the fighting martial arts on the high platform.

When he saw the sword intent like a long river, he sincerely admired: "Mr. Big's kendo kung fu has grown a lot, but it's a pity that it's not as pure as the master's, but it seems to be much stronger than the half-broken dragon." ”

Not long after Wang Er's words fell, the seemingly evenly matched situation on the stage had already undergone a earth-shaking change, the big river kept tumbling, and the tail of the swimming dragon gradually disappeared, and even broke completely, and the big river wrapped the broken dragon tail, broke away from the dragon's body, and became a sword.

It was a sword condensed by a big river, the sword intent was sharp, inserted from the dragon's mouth, and when the two figures appeared in front of everyone again, the three catties in the hand of the guest sword had already been pointed at Situ Haoran's Adam's apple, and a little blood dripped down the Adam's apple, dripping down the blade to the ground.

Kejian quickly retracted his sword and handed it over: "It's a pity that your sword intent is defective, just like the broken sword in your hand, otherwise if you always become a dragon, I can't defeat you." After turning around, Kejian saw the green ox at the edge of the crowd, and the boy Wang Er who was waving to him on the green bull, a smile appeared on his face, and he stepped down and walked towards Wang Er.

Situ Haoran on the stage was stunned for a while, and then his face was full of energy again, what if he lost, since the sword is fearless, the sword heart should also be like this, the artistic conception of the fearless way, if you don't cooperate with the fearless heart and the dangerous situation, it is indeed not as good as the Haoran sword of the guest sword, but it is not comparable, it is always my own way.

The proud Situ Haoran straightened his back again, and when he also saw the boy where the guest sword was going, he unconsciously exclaimed: "What a sword!"