Most of the masters in the world, in addition to cultivating the Tao and seeking longevity, have a preference for Yahao, and over the years, there are many grandmaster-level figures. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Among them, the most praised are Qin Mumian's Yaoqin and Light Dance, Murong Xuan's Dong Xiao and Pipa, Lan Yu's Nineteen Ways of Go, Xiao Yu's Kaishu Lishu, Xiao Jin's Cursive Calligraphy, Dust Leaf's Jinshi Seal Carving, Lin Yinping's Danqing Painting, Autumn Leaves' Dragon Hunting, Gongsun Zhongmou's Winemaking, Zhang Xueyao's Tea Art, and Murong Xuanyin's Singing.

Although Murong Xuanyin is a great master in the cultivation world, he is amazed by the world after he became the leader of the Xuanjiao Sect, and he acted more and more unscrupulously, regardless of his identity to apprentice to Yuan Shiqing, the master of Liyuan, and even painted his face with powder, and personally appeared on stage, still taking Danjiao as the most, and was praised as "a smile for thousands of years, a cry for eternal sorrow".

This time, Murong Xuanyin cried before smiling, and he was really sad for eternity.

Qiu Ye suppressed the sudden anger in his heart, and after weighing it, he didn't take care of Murong Xuanyin, who had ruined his own affairs, but continued to pursue Gongsun Zhongmou, who had lost the best opportunity to kill.

At this time, although Gongsun Zhongmou had been nearly a thousand miles away from the sword in an instant, but because of the forcible use of the sword thirty-six, his body was overwhelmed, his body was shaky, and his qi was dark, and he was clearly in a miserable situation between life and death.

But Akiba doesn't want to see the will of heaven, he wants to take everything into his own hands.

I saw Qiu Ye's palms facing each other, and a slender sharp cone slowly appeared between his palms from nothing, and said softly: "Please help the poor Dao with three Taoist friends." ”

The young Daoist among the three Akiba Daoists laughed, and the sword flew out of the sheath behind his back, and the sword flew up and ran thousands of miles.

After a long time after the sword, a series of muffled thunder sounded between heaven and earth.

Thousands of miles away, a sword of the young Taoist caught up with Gongsun Zhongmou, and the two hit each other, so that Gongsun Zhongmou's imperial sword had to have a momentary pause.

It was this pause that was enough for Akiba, the first person in the world.

He lightly snapped his fingers and said a word, the sharp cone in his hand disappeared in an instant, and the next moment it appeared directly on Gongsun Zhongmou's chest, running through the front and back, and purple lightning swirled.

Since your grandson Zhongmou stabbed me with a sword piercing the heart, then I will give you a chest cone to suppress the devil.

One report and one report.

After seeing this scene, Murong Xuanyin shook his head, and in the face of the dust of the old Daoist, he retreated again and again, and directly retreated into the Sword Qi Volley Hall, grabbed Xu Beiyou and rose up, and began to flee for his life.

At this moment, the majestic old man who had been fighting for a long time finally made a move.

At this moment, there seemed to be a thunderbolt in Murong Xuanyin's ears, "Murong Xuanyin!"

Even if Murong Xuanyin had already taken precautions, there was still a moment of distraction in an instant.

The next moment, in his field of vision, a little light lit up, like a tiny firefly in the summer night sky.

Almost as soon as he came back to his senses, the glow of the fireflies suddenly magnified, like a new moon rising in front of him.

Murong Xuanyin almost squeezed out four words from between his teeth, "Wanyan Beiyue!"

The old man who shot was the later founding lord Wanyan Beiyue.

In fact, this was not a round of crescent moon, but Wanyan Beiyue's punch that occupied Murong Xuanyin's entire field of vision.

Xu Beiyou, who was grabbed by Murong Xuanyin in his hand, watched in a daze as this punch smashed on the rainbow light that Murong Xuanyin had turned into, and a trembling sound as fierce as Hong Zhong Da Lu suddenly spread, even making him deaf for a moment.

Although the rainbow light was not shattered, it was also violently shaken, and countless brilliance suddenly bloomed and overflowed.

However, Murong Xuanyin only paused slightly, and then gave up all means of defense and insisted on escaping.

If he was delayed for a moment by Wanyan Beiyue, and waited until Autumn Leaves freed up his hands to form a siege with the other eight people watching the battle, then even if he was a cultivator on the eighteenth floor, he would also fall here.

At the moment when Murong Xuanyin paused, Wanyan Beiyue came out with both fists and landed on Murong Xuanyin's back with the momentum of opening the mountain and breaking the stream.

These two punches beat Murong Xuanyin to the point that the purple air in his eyes overflowed, but it was a pity that Wanyan Beiyue was only out of the body, not a real body, and the cultivation that could be used was limited, so he failed to take advantage of this opportunity to completely seriously injure Murong Xuanyin.

Murong Xuanyin turned his head, and a blood-red light flashed in the vertical eyes of his forehead and eyebrows, forcing Yan Beiyue to stop resisting.

Murong Xuanyin just grabbed a glimmer of life, and under the eyelids of Qiu Ye and the nine Earth Immortal Great Masters, he fled.

Xu Beiyou, who was engulfed by Murong Xuanyin, did not really realize what the world described by the master was like until this moment, and under the deeds of the gods who came and went, there was also the profundity and cruelty of life and death.

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There was a blood rainbow in the sky, and there was a person and a sword in the blood rainbow.

Gongsun Zhongmou could feel the pain seeping into the bone marrow every time he breathed, the qi in the sea of qi was exhausted, and the qi mansion was pierced by the demon cone of the autumn leaves, and the whole body was almost on the verge of separation and collapse.

Now he is not so much talking about the sword, but rather being coerced by the immortals, and after flying out of the unknown hundreds of miles, he fell from the sky, smashed a deep pit on the ground, and the dust was everywhere.

Zhu Xian and the sword box that he brought out with him were scattered around.

Gongsun Zhongmou lay at the bottom of the pit, looking at the sky above him, his vision gradually blurred.

Today, he originally had the will to die, but when Murong Xuanyin appeared, he still chose to escape, first, because he didn't want to live up to Murong Xuanyin's righteousness of sacrificing his life to save him, and secondly, he wanted to explain to Xu Beiyou what happened after his death.

Since he entered the Sword Sect, he has been a member of the Sword Sect, from the first time he held the sword to now holding the world's first immortal sword to punish the immortals, he stumbled all the way forward, there were gains and losses, but this way was too fast, so anxious that he didn't even have time to turn back and take a good look at the road he had walked.

Now he can finally calm down and think about it.

Gongsun Zhongmou flashed past pictures in his mind, first remembering his brother Gongsun Bofu, then Shizun Shangguan Xianchen, and finally frozen on a face that was happy and hateful.

The confused Gongsun Zhongmou was immersed in it, as if he had returned to that many years ago.

It was an early spring with a spring breeze and a pass through the Yumen Pass, and the scene of vitality and all things was still in front of me.

The spring breeze walked through the northwest, crossed the Central Plains, and came to the south of the Yangtze River, blowing a lake of spring water.

There is an annex on the lake.

He was standing in front of the hall of the courtyard on the lake, and a woman in white was walking towards him, with a faint smile on her face. This smile was not strong or intense, but it made him feel a heartfelt joy from the inside out.

In the hall are two happy candles that have just been burned, and thick candle tears are piled up on the candlestick, as if a woman is crying rouge.

Gongsun Zhongmou was in a trance, and stretched out his hand to grab the woman. But the woman floated away from his fingers, and then disappeared in an instant, her face blurred, leaving only an unforgettable back.

Eventually, it disappeared completely.

Gongsun Zhongmou's eyes were left in front of a pitch black.

I don't know how long it took, Gongsun Zhongmou, who had passed out, slowly opened his eyes, the sky was dark, and the stars were already shining.

The Zhuxian sword was inserted diagonally not far from him, exuding a dark luster, and the old man sighed in his heart, but he didn't expect that in the end, he was most relieved not Xu Beiyou, nor the Sword Sect, nor the Gongsun family that had long since been destroyed, but the one who had been separated for many years.

Gongsun Zhongmou struggled for a while, but couldn't stand up, so he resigned himself to lying here and gently closed his eyelids.

Buddhism has eight sufferings, birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment, can't ask for, and can't let go.

After the fall of the Sword Sect and the peace of the world, his grandson Zhongmou refused to return to the mountains and wilderness to seek ascension with peace of mind, and still wanted to walk the world, in the final analysis, he still couldn't let go.

Walking for many years, but in vain, I can't ask for it.

After all, the husband and wife are strangers, and they are separated by love.

Today's battle with Autumn Leaves on the Lotus Peak is a resentment meeting.

To be born is to be born with suffering.

To be old is to be old.

Suffering from illness is the cause of illness.

Now he is seriously injured and dying, and he is still facing the pain of death.

The eight sufferings of the Buddhist family have already gathered.

Life should be bitter.

Gongsun Zhongmou smiled reluctantly, remembering a sentence he had read many years ago.

"It's okay to be bitter in life, but it's good for a good person. ”

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Note: "It doesn't hurt to be bitter in life, but it's good for a good person." This sentence comes from the famous online writer Fenghuo Opera Princes' "Sword in the Snow", the first volume of the white horse out of Liangzhou, chapter 180 Angelica, the character in the book Xuanyuan Jingcheng left, quoted in this article, specially explained.