The furnishings in the room are very simple, a bed, a quilt, a table, two wooden benches, Mei brought Lu Jiu in, handed Lu Jiu a jade plaque engraved with "Du Guan", and was reluctantly carried out by the woman.

Lu Jiu looked around, immersed his mind in the sea of gods, looked at Mo Lai who was smiling, stretched out a hand, Mo Lai frowned, Lu Jiu also frowned, his eyes widened.

"No, how do you know what you're going to do?" Mo Lai was a little helpless, and after Lu Jiu heard it, a trace of disappointment appeared in his eyes, he sighed, and sighed with some contempt, "I thought you knew everything?"

Mo Lai's eyelids jumped slightly, this guy shouldn't think that I can understand everything in her heart without talking, right? Although it's about the same, I'm not a seven-trick exquisite heart! Even so, Mo Lai still kept smiling and asked again, "So what are you going to do?"

People are under the roof, they have to bow their heads, and more importantly, the role of the other party to themselves is extraordinary.

"Give me a formation or spell to isolate the perception of the surroundings!" Lu Jiu said naturally, just like an old friend who was very familiar, but the relationship between the two was even stranger than that of an old friend.

"Don't you have my memories, I know what else do you need to ask me?" Mo Lai said depressedly, this man came to find fault.

Lu Jiu pouted, "Then you know everything I know?"

"You are the Lord, I am the second, how can I understand you about what you should know? Mo Lai looked at Lu Jiu with a wicked smile, "You mean that in fact, you are the same as me, you only know the general situation of the other party, but you don't know anything specific, right?"

Lu Jiu nodded, there was nothing to hide, and he didn't bother to hide it, Mo Lai looked at the big sword in the middle of the sea of gods, and there were eight lines, that is to say, there were still eight existences like Wu Xinqing? Eight killer features, eight kinds of sword qi!

Mo looked at Lu Jiu, "I can give you the mental method, you can tell me all the things you need to promote, I will do my best to help you, do you have the mental method of cultivating qi condensation now?There should be it in the inheritance of the sword master, I won't give it to you, I will give you some more top exercises in the Xuanqing Sect and some small sects, you can practice first, anyway, for you monks, the more exercises, the better, right?"

"Nope. ”

"Huh?"

"I mean, I don't have a mental method, master, he doesn't have anything but this sword and sword energy, and the names of some swords. Lu Jiu said calmly.

Mo Lai didn't speak now, just stared at Lu Jiu, Lu Jiu was a little happy, "Don't worry, I know what you want to do, I will cultivate, because I need to live, as for the mental method, you don't have to care about me, I can't write just by practicing now, let alone practicing anything." ”

"Are you kidding me?" Mo Lai's face was cold, and he walked towards Lu Jiu step by step, "If you don't have the sword master's technique, only this bullshit sword qi, then what's the use of you? Recreate the realm? You may not even enter the Mingxiao Realm!"

Lu Jiu looked at Mo Lai, who was staring at him, his face was a little apologetic, he scratched his cheeks, and said with a wry smile, "That, I'm sorry, I'm so useless, I made you angry." ”

Mo Lai stopped, the anger on his face was not gone, he sat on the sea of gods with a bang, biting his nails angrily, Lu Jiu wanted to remind him that it was not good to gnaw his nails, but just as he was about to speak, Mo Lai yelled before her, "Shut up! I know! I like it! It's not dirty! It's okay if the spirit is rotten!"

Lu Jiu blinked, oh, and stopped talking.

"Use the aura to draw a formation around the room, the formation I said you draw, you don't worry about me using your body, so that you can block the prying eyes of the outside world, but it can only be effective below the Yuan Infant, the above formation requires a larger aura and materials Don't ask me, I just want to be quiet now." ”

Lu Jiu was a little stunned, retreated without saying a word, and then followed Mo Lai's words to draw a formation in the room.

The old man was sitting on a chair, and the table in front of him was full of all kinds of books, half of which were neatly stacked, with the words "for students" written on them, while the other half of the books were placed haphazardly, and from time to time there were all kinds of different breaths, some terrifying, some peaceful, and the old man just took the books in front of him and copied them carefully.

The old man looked at Lu Jiu's room, dipped the brush in saliva, picked up another piece of white paper, and wrote on it the words "The gentleman doesn't ask about the yin of people, do you want a face?"

After Lu Jiu drew the surrounding formations with aura according to the ink, he nodded with a smile, ran to the bed, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

"You don't need a mental method. Lu Jiu smiled slightly, "Master, they don't have any mental methods. ”

Mo Lai listened carefully to Lu Jiu's words, and thoughtfully, Lu Jiu continued, "They just practice swords, and they become sword masters when they practice. ”

Lu Jiu stopped talking, Mo Lai fell into thought, and then Lu Jiu no longer suppressed his right hand, and his white wings opened, covering Lu Jiu's left eye.

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The lava swirled on the stone chair, the man's fingers kept tapping on the handle of the stone chair, and the sound of popping echoed in the dark leylines.

The man's scarlet pupils stared at the darkness ahead, and after a while, the man stopped banging on the handle of the stone chair, and the lava on the chair stopped flowing, becoming dull and colorless.

Roar!

The sound of the furious beast roared in the darkness, followed by the crash of stone walls, the sound of stones falling into the water.

"Noisy. ”

As the word came out, the sound of the beast no longer appeared, the stone wall no longer fell off, and the whole darkness was only like the sound of a river flowing.

Then there was a peculiar sound in the darkness, tuk, tuk, tuk... , calm, atmospheric, long, stretched, and then in the darkness, a flame lit up, illuminating the whole darkness.

The black fire in the eyes of a bone dragon the size of a mountain burned violently, but it breathed gently, and its movements would scrape the surrounding stone walls from time to time, and the bone dragon saw the candle flame, and the candle flame in his eyes slowly stabilized.

Beside the candlelight, a bald man in a red coat dressed in a gray and yellow undershirt with a golden checkered line that only covers half of his shoulders is holding a large wooden stick with the front and knocking on a piece of wood that looks like an empty fish in the middle.

"A thousand-year-old dark room, a light is on, senior, may I ask you to put those creatures down. The bald man folded his hands, stopped knocking on the strange wood, and said lightly in front of him.

The man sat on the stone chair, his dark hair hung down to his waist, and the two sharp stone horns on the top of the man's head that were twisted and twisted nine bends appeared because of the candle flames, the man had nine ropes pinned to his waist, his head was bulging and his hands were bloody, and his face was covered with black lines on his strong body like a cow, just like the lines of a tiger, and his scarlet eyes looked a little soft under the light of the candle flame.

"What's your name?" the man didn't open his mouth, but a word came out.

The bald head calmly replied, "Lord Hui Tubo, he has no name or surname, and he doesn't even have a Dharma name, but he was preached by the Buddha a long time ago, and then he became his disciple, walking in the heaven and earth in place of the Buddha, hoping to find or become such a candle himself." ”

"Buddha?" Tubo's scarlet eyes sharpened, "How can He De dare to be an ancestor?"

The bald head smiled slightly, "No virtue and no ability, no frost and no dust, face you Lord Tubo, is it feasible?"

The bald face's calm face suddenly turned black, and blood overflowed from his mouth and nose, but the bald head still folded his hands and sat quietly.

"There are rules in one place, you want those living people, but do you know that even if I let them go, will they leave with you?" said Tubo leisurely, slowly.

"I... I can't even preach the Dharma without the skills, so I just want to do something that is at ease, as the Buddha taught me, people will change, I believe in the goodness in my heart, they will get rid of those shackles. The bald head gritted his teeth and said word for word, and soon half of his face was soaked with blood.

Tubo still said slowly, "Then have you considered the dead? they will completely disappear from the world without the vitality of the living, and the living will join them when they die, the age of the living is only a hundred years, and the hundred years of hardship followed by the joy of a thousand years, you seem to have saved them now, but in fact you killed them and prevented them from entering Fengdu." ”

The bald head did not speak, but fell, his eyes were hazy, dead, Tu Bo's finger clicked again, the bald head's soul flew out of his body, and then drilled into the bald head's body, and the bald head's eyes changed back again, "How does it feel to come back from the dead?" Look, the rules of life and death are broken, and if the realm is a little higher, you can play with the reincarnation of others, I recast the rules of life and death, I only need some pain, and I don't even need sacrifice, are you trying to stop me now? Could it be that your Buddha taught you to save the world, so that you want to kill people with innocence and finally be complacent?" ”

The bald head sat up and folded his hands, "Lord Tubo, you have lived for a thousand years, I can't talk about you, the great wisdom of the Buddha is only listened to by me after all, and my Buddha is not in this world now, I only hope that you can increase the rights of those living people, so that they can live more like individuals." ”

"Why do people live?" said Tuber suddenly.

The bald head replied, "Life is rewarded." ”

"What did you say?"

"The Buddha said. ”

"Then let me ask you, the existence of a life is to devour other lives, isn't this doomed to the essence of life is to kill, to follow the heart is to kill, not to kill is to pay for sin, then a person has lived a lifetime, and finally repaid all the sins, and the next rebirth is like you just now, birth is a sin, then his life is not to repay the sins of his life, so when can he be innocent?"

"Then you can't just give up on yourself and let the killing spread!" replied the bald head.

Tubo stopped speaking this time, and there was suddenly dissatisfaction and murderous aura in his scarlet eyes, the gentleman doesn't ask about the yin of people? Don't be ashamed? You little old man didn't give me face in person, and now you still scold me? This is Fengdu! The bald head felt the murderous aura in Tubo's eyes, and couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart, if you don't save the world, you will die?

"Hmph!" Tubo patted the stone chair and looked at the bald head, the latter swallowed involuntarily, "You, don't you have no name?" I'll give you one, Feng Xi, you go to the inn for me, there is only one inn in Fengdu, there is a bad old man there, the kind of thief who is shameless, you go and follow him every day and read your name in his ear, and I'll give you a chance to continue talking with me when I turn around, get out of here now!"

Tubo beckoned, the bone dragon opened its big mouth and swallowed the bald head, when the latter opened his eyes again, he saw a two-story inn appear in front of him, the bald head blinked, why did Tubo just look so much like a child?

Tubo held a candle lit by his bald head in his hand, and stared at the faint flames, how could the candle flame illuminate this place. After all, the candle flame is just a candle flame, and in the candle flame, a golden figure is sitting there, and Tu Bo knows that it is the "Buddha" that the bald head said, otherwise he would not bother to pay attention to him.

With a palm move, a portrait appeared in his hand, on which was a young girl, and this girl was Lu Jiu.

"Go, get ready, give the sword master the last face. ”

Then the portrait in Tubo's hand disappeared, and Tubo and the Buddha in the candle flame calmly said something shocking to each other.