"The debater is dead. The spring breeze stared at the cave above, his expression calm.

When she was in the Spring Breeze Rich Mountain, she had heard the old man say that the debate machine had already touched the threshold of the saint, and she was only one foot away from the door to enter the realm of the saint and become an immortal Buddha with a golden body.

In order to become holy, the monk Bianji hit stones on this mountain, and with only a pair of fists, he dug out the Mu Nan Cave, and built a mansion in the deepest part, and used this to realize his own body, hoping to achieve the holy fruit.

If successful, the monk will become the first Buddha in the three states and five places since the dark turmoil.

The cliff wind kept blowing, stirring up the girl's long hair, a wisp of green silk stuck to the white cheeks of the spring breeze, she didn't raise her hand to take it off, the clear autumn water long eyes reflected the spring color of the mountain, she said: "It's a pity, after all, I can't escape a love word, who would have thought that this period of cause and effect is to take the life of a half-saint to return." ”

Lin Yuyue hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively, "My lord, what is the roar coming from here on the second day of February?"

Chunfeng thought for a while, and said: "My lord said that the debate monk had a string of Bodhi sons, and listened to him chanting all the year round, and there was a faint tendency to turn into a Jiao, and after the debate monk sat down, the three disasters, five calamities and nine tribulations he experienced were less restrained, and they surged out, occupying the nineteen caves respectively, and the debate monk Daoyun was also left in the mouth of the nineteen ghosts. ”

"Moreover, the second dragon raises its head in February, most of the terrain here is in the water, every February two, the river rises, these caves are below, it is inevitable that there will be a dragon absorbing water, so maybe it is the string of Bodhi seeds turned into Jiao. ”

Lin Yuyue was silent, although she was the god of the Langxi River, but she was just a water-dividing river god, and she was not clear about the list of saints, as for the Bodhi in the hands of the half-saints, this kind of thing was even more unheard of.

She guessed that Chunfeng might have something to hide, but she didn't dare to ask in detail.

Chunfeng narrowed her eyes slightly, she didn't lie, Bodhi Zihua Jiao is also one of the possibilities, but there is another possibility that is too terrifying, so even she herself doesn't want to believe it.

That is - the debate machine is not dead.

"My lord, what is this stuff?" Lin Yuyue asked with a different subject.

"Maybe it's a relic, or maybe it's not. ”

The spring breeze didn't explain much, and with a light tiptoe, the Upeng wooden boat slowly moved forward again, gradually leaving the place in the turbulent river.

According to the master's instructions, she was going to the demon hill in Xiniu Hezhou, which was her hometown.

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Chen Anzhi thought about it for a long time, and he had no impression of the name Debate Machine, and he had never heard of it about the Nineteen Ghost Mouth, it should be the people and things that have appeared in the past three thousand years, and as for the things he wants, he has a lot of things.

Time flies, and three thousand years have passed in a big dream.

During this period, there were naturally many geniuses, so there were many people who Chen Anzhi didn't know the name, and the debate monk was one of them, but what he was curious about was that the debater seemed to know himself.

Luo Sanqian saw Chen Anzhi's doubts, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm just a messenger, and the rest is not clear." ”

Chen Anzhi snorted, closed his eyes and ignored the brocade-clothed boy.

Luo Sanqian sat on the ground, looked up at the sky, and said softly: "When I was a child, I thought the sky was really high, so high that I couldn't touch it in my life, but now I suddenly feel that the sky is actually not very high, as long as I stretch out my hand, I can reach it." ”

Chen Anzhi ignored it, closed his eyes and immersed himself, gently held the jade pendant, absorbed the aura and integrated it into the spiritual sea, he tried again, but this time he did not absorb it like a whale swallowing, but absorbed the aura into his body one by one.

Convert the jade pendant aura into the aura in the spirit sea, and then use it to repair the broken spirit sea.

The process of repairing the Spirit Sea takes a long time, and it takes three or five years for a monk in the righteous world, but Chen Anzhi is different.

He needed longer.

Because his spiritual sea is incomparably vast, it is the spiritual sea of saints.

These days, Chen An sometimes thinks of the battle in Shenkeng Village, if the red robe was full of murderous intent at that time, now he and Mu Ruyi can be said to be two dead corpses.

Among the monks, only the weak eat the strong, where there is a real avenue together, two people with similar realms can be shoulder to shoulder, if there is a difference of one or two realms, how can we talk about walking together.

Besides, some people say that they can't do it to themselves, but it is inevitable that they will meet crazy people, and if the other party comes with a killing heart, he can rely on the sword qi a few times.

Chen Anzhi decided to step up, at least to enter the Sword Washing Building to get the sword in his hands, and then reach the Canghai Realm before the long night came.

If you have time, go to the Nineteen Ghost Mouth once.

Therefore, Chen Anzhi, who previously felt that he had plenty of time, suddenly felt that it was not so sufficient.

The cliff breeze blew lightly, and the white-clothed swordsman was empty.

Luo Sanqian also stopped talking, he lay on the grass, put his hands behind his head, and looked at the sky.

Until noon, the scorching sun made Chen Anzhi a little uncomfortable, and the Mu Chunjian on his waist seemed to tremble slightly, he opened his eyes, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

Luo Sanqian put his hands on the ground, stood up, and said, "Are you leaving?"

Chen Anzhi finally looked at Luo Sanqian at this time, looked at it, looked at the young man in brocade with a smile on his face, and felt that he really didn't like this guy.

Luo Sanqian seemed to have fallen asleep, stretched out his waist with his hands in fists, and yawned again, "Speaking of which, Senior Sister Luo should also come back." ”

"You're really noisy. ”

Chen Anzhi glanced at him and chuckled, "If you can talk less, maybe you can be more likable." ”

Luo Sanqian smiled indifferently: "I don't really want to be likable. ”

Luo Yuetong won the big test.

But she won badly.

In Chen Anzhi's sight, she was carried back, her original white clothes were stained with blood, and her smart eyes were like frost at the moment.

Luo Yuetong raised her head, pulled the corners of her mouth, smiled and said, "It hurts a little." ”

Chen Anzhi's indifferent expression changed slightly, and he asked, "Narrowly won?"

Luo Yuetong was silent for a while and said, "Hmm." ”

"The other party is two small realms higher than you. Ye Jianxi explained, "You are already great. ”

Chen Anzhi thought for a while and chuckled: "You are very powerful. ”

Luo Yuetong faced the gazes of these people, and just raised her head to look at the sky.

And then there was a hmm.

She didn't think she was great, even if she defeated an opponent who was two small realms higher than herself.

Because, there is another person who is two small realms higher than himself.

And the girl beat herself in the upstairs test.

didn't talk too much, Luo Yuetong needed to heal, Ye Jianxi helped her back to the house.

Chen Anzhi went straight back to his room, untied the sword from his waist, inserted the scabbard into the ground, stretched out a barrier, and Mu Chunjian was placed flat on the table.

At the top of the mountain, he had felt Mu Chun's sword vibrating autonomously, thinking that it should be that Xiao Muchun had absorbed a lot of He Anzai's aura, vaguely meaning to wake up.

He placed the jade pendant next to Mu Chunjian, and there were stars and white rays falling from the sky, gathering towards Mu Chun's sword body.

Immediately afterwards, a white locust flower appeared out of thin air, falling like a butterfly, covering the ground, and the white light was like a stream of water flowing down from the body of Mu Chun's sword, like a steaming mist in Daze.

A small figure appeared on the table.

The little one like a porcelain doll, rubbing her eyes with small fists, she sat there, her big sparkling eyes were pure and thorough, and her mutton fat white jade-like skin was faintly bright.

She tilted her head, pouted her red little mouth, and said in a milky voice:

"Hmm, I've been asleep for a long time?"

At the same time, it was far away in the Sword Washing Tower on another mountain.

A long sword stuck upside down into the ground was covered with cracks, this sword has existed here for thousands of years, and there is no sword intent coming out, and even the disciples who came here to ask for the sword thought that this was a waste sword, and there would be no sword spirit.

But if you look at it with the spiritual sense of a saint, a young man in a white shirt is sitting cross-legged on top of a long sword, his body is covered with bruises, he slowly opens his eyes, and whispers, "Mu Chun?"

And at this moment.

There was a slight rise in the wind.

The ancient sword qi spread, this is an extremely sharp sword qi, which makes the rest of the ancient swords tremble, and the sword spirit bows its head.

Such as the autumn soldiers on the battlefield, the Son of Heaven is in the temple.