When the golden lotus bloomed behind Ye Xian, the monk Mingyuan, who was already covered with golden light at this time, looked shocked, as if he had been frightened, and muttered to himself that it was impossible.

Far away in Ping'an County, Liaodong, Ye Ting, the previous black knife master, was still wearing a black robe, sitting in a wheelchair, with a slightly yellowed scroll on his legs, looking at the south and smiling and whispering.

"This heaven and earth also underestimate me Ye Ting, right?"

Ye Ting smiled and shook his head, Ye Ting, who was originally very scholarly, had a bit of domineering temperament.

In Jinling City, the old man who had been stunned as if he had fallen into an evil spirit, suddenly stopped staring at the direction of the city gate, but grinned, although it was silent, anyone who saw it could know that the old man was very happy at this time, happy as if he was an old man, but no one paid attention to this bad old man at this time, after all, on the phoenix boat in the heart of the river, the famous Qin Huai Bayan had already appeared and caught everyone's attention.

The old man scooped out the soup made from the wontons from the pot spoonful by spoon, anyway, it was all for himself to make supper, and it didn't matter if the wontons were still soup.

The old man dropped three drops of sesame oil and a few drops of vinegar into the bowl, and did not forget to sprinkle a few green onions and a few sesame seeds, put them to his mouth and gently blew the hot soup, which was fragrant.

The old man took a sip of satisfaction, then sat on the bench in front of his stove, looking at the two places on the bank of the Qinhuai River that were like a tide of long-robed scholars.

When Qin Huai Bayan made a wonderful appearance from the phoenix boat with their musical instruments, the scholars and scholars on both sides of the shore no longer cared about what was called etiquette, righteousness and shame, what was called scholarly door, and they had forgotten what was called the teachings of the saints, and they all rushed forward like crazy, just to be able to see more clearly.

There are even people who are squeezed into the river because of this, and they still want to swim to the phoenix boat in the center of the river regardless of it.

When the old man saw this, his eyelids jumped.

He took another sip of soup, and then said to himself in words that only he could hear:

"Ye Lao Ghost once said that the two territorial hearts that belong to him, the rivers and lakes are a little smoky because of the lack of chivalry, and the temples are lifeless because of the lack of backbone, think about it, among the three religions, why aren't we Confucian scholars like this?

The old man took another sip of soup and said with a little indignation.

But soon the old man's face was gone, because the phoenix boat was getting closer and closer, Rao was close to the age of the old man, and he couldn't help but stretch out his head to look at Qin Huai Bayan, who was famous all over the world, and forgot what he just said, the fact that the books of the readers were read into the dog's stomach.

Moreover, the old man's squinting eyes and the posture of sticking out his head to look out with all his might made many officials standing in front of the wonton stall scolded:

"This old man's hair is as white as frost and snow, and he is not ashamed. ”

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Outside Jinling City, when the golden lotus bloomed everywhere, the golden light on the body of the monk of Ming Yuan began to dissipate with a slow cleansing, and the golden body of Ming Yuan's whole person was also rapidly collapsing and dissipating, just like the Buddha statue was being beaten with a heavy hammer, and it was shattering little by little.

Every time Ye Xian's knife exploded with sword qi, Monk Mingyuan's golden body would shatter a little.

Seven times later, the golden body of the entire right hand shattered, twenty-one sword qi shocks, the golden light of Ming Yuan's entire upper body completely dissipated, thirty-seven sword qi shocks, and the true immortal golden body temporarily obtained by Ming Yuan monk completely disappeared in the true sense.

At the same time, the more than 100 golden lotuses behind Ye Xian also disappeared suddenly as if they were withering.

Heaven and earth were restored to their original state, without wind or dust.

The black knife in Ye Xian's hand went straight to the chest along the right arm of Monk Ming Yuan, and pierced the right atrium of Ming Yuan, who was no longer golden.

Monk Mingyuan didn't understand until he died, why he relied on the way of heaven and occupied the time and place among the three talents, but he still couldn't kill this black knife master who acted against the sky.

The warrior monk at the head of the eighteen bronze men did not blink his eyes when he died, and there was a deep sense of disbelief and unwillingness in his eyes until the moment he died.

Life is like this.

Ye Xian put down the black knife and let the corpse of the warrior monk Ming Yuan slide off the black knife at will.

Then he exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity.

Ming Yuan's palm just now was indeed very good, and it did hurt Ye Xian a little.

But it's not really a threat.

The name of the black knife is called red dust, and the body of the knife is naturally the power of the wisps of red dust that the owner of the black knife has carefully extracted from walking the rivers and lakes to see all the states in the world for six hundred years.

Only in the world can there be red dust, what is red dust? Fireworks in the world, birth, old age, sickness and death, parting from disappointment, love and hate entanglement, the world is hot and cold, ups and downs, it is red dust.

It is the red dust of this world.

So even if you have the right time and place, it is rare to be human, because how can you talk about the ruthless sky and know how to know the red dust?

Since there are thousands of red dust that I don't understand, how can I be better than the world?

The time and place are favorable, and they are always inferior to others, even if they add up, they are the same.

At the same time that Ye Xian tossed out such a momentum of lotus flowers blooming everywhere, the victory or defeat between Xiang Fang and Wenjue Old Monk had also been separated.

Wenjue the old monk was originally just struggling to support under Xiang Fang's hands, and the power of the thick red dust generated by the golden lotus blooming all over the ground made the old monk Wenjue's golden body law deeply affected.

Especially the power of incense from Jiming Temple.

The incense of Jiming Temple is prosperous, but the power of incense only exists for a month at most, and after a month, it will be automatically picked by the Heavenly Dao and used as a tonic for eating.

Therefore, it is far less than the power of the red dust that the owner of the black knife has personally captured and preserved for six hundred years.

The power of his incense fire is like a small fish to a big fish in front of the power of the red dust in Ye Xian's black knife, and it may be eaten at any time.

Therefore, the old monk who was aware of everything disconnected the support of Jiming Temple's incense to himself early, fearing that the power of incense related to the foundation of the temple would be eaten up by the power of the red dust.

And without the power of incense to support and consolidate, the Dharma Body of the Immovable Ming King, under Xiang Fang's increasingly domineering sword technique, looked as fragile as a broken candle in the wind.

However, the old monk heard that he was a person with great perseverance.

When a pit viper stings his hand, a strong man needs to break his wrist.

After feeling that Xiang Fang's knife was becoming more and more aggressive, Wen Jue knew that even if he could barely continue to resist, he was afraid that he would still have to leave his life in the end.

Therefore, Wen Jue chose to forcibly take Xiang Fang's knife at the cost of a right arm, and turned around and fled into the distance, taking away the corpses of his apprentices with a wave of his sleeves before leaving.

Xiang Fang originally intended to chase away, but thinking that Ye Xian's physical condition was unknown at this time, he put away the firewood knife all over the place.

turned around and came to Ye Xian's body in a flash, and gently put his right hand on the chest of the nightclub, knowing Ye Xian's situation at this time.

Ye Xian just shook his head slightly, signaling that the second senior brother's current situation was okay.

The moody Kuaidao Xiang Fang actually smiled heartily and gave a thumbs up to his little junior brother, who was sometimes more paranoid than himself.

Ye Xian, who was praised by his senior brother, was naturally extremely happy.

In this way, in the brilliant lights of Jinling Sleepless City, at the gate of the city with the word Jinling hanging on it, two men with an age difference of about ten years were ushered in, one carrying an ordinary firewood knife on horseback, and the other carrying a knife wrapped in white cloth on horseback.

After all, the two brothers entered Jinling overnight, but all the obstacles in Jiming Temple only allowed the two brothers to enter Jinling only one pillar of incense late.