The moon was in the clouds, and the sky suddenly went dark.

It was at this moment that the two cold rays intertwined with each other.

The sound of the blades colliding is especially pleasant, and even more so if there are sparks flying.

The iron sword of the Dugu family pays attention to speed.

Practice to the extreme, and even be able to pass the sound and the streamer quickly.

The Pure Yang Sect is talking about using qi to control the sword, the body is not moving, and the sword qi goes first.

Although the Ghost Tiger was not the strongest among Jiang Yao's many iron servants, it was not the weakest either.

The Iron Squire of the Lonely Family has never been afraid of death, so being able to survive from the conquest of the Famine to the present day is enough to prove his strength.

The iron servants of the Dugu family have never had any weak people, because the weak people have already fallen in the world of the sword mound where 100,000 swords are buried, and they have become the living dead.

After a sword, Ling Jian's face was a little pale and he stood still.

His hands were still in the same position as before the sword, his left hand behind his back, and his right hand pinching the sword.

And the iron sword in Ghost Tiger's hand, which was wider and thicker than ordinary swords, was only an inch short of piercing his throat.

But the bearded man maintained the posture of swinging his sword forward, but he could no longer move forward.

Because, a long sword glowing with dark blue sword light was hitting the back of his heart at this moment.

Ghost Tiger knew that as long as he dared to move, the blue steel long sword would pierce his chest without hesitation, and then before he could hand the iron sword in his hand to Ling Jian's throat, he would smash his entire heart and even his heart.

Lowering his hand and withdrawing the iron sword in his hand, the ghost tiger said calmly: "I lost ......"

Ling Jian smiled lightly, his face seemed to be even paler, and he said in a low voice, "Accept!"

Then, he shook his right hand slightly.

The dark blue steel sword shook in the air like a happy urchin, and then turned into a cold light and flew into the scabbard behind its master, which was also of extraordinary origin.

Although he won, only he knows.

This battle, he did not win easily.

The sword cultivates one vein, the sword controls the people, controls the sword with qi, and the cultivation of one body lies all in one sword.

On weekdays, ninety percent of his own qi is used to feed and raise swords.

Unless it is cultivated into the body of a sword immortal, Hongchen is an immortal.

Otherwise, compared to the Dugu clan, the body is much weaker.

With the sword of people, the cultivation is the unity of the sword of the man, practicing to the depths of the high, without a sword in his hand, and taking himself as a sword.

There was once a person who achieved this way, his body was as sharp as a sword, and after the five decays of heaven and man, he resisted the thunder tribulation of heaven and earth, and soared to immortal in the daytime.

Fang Cai's blow, if it is a competition of endurance, and after three breaths, Ling Jian will definitely lose.

But if it is really like a battlefield fight, it will inevitably be Ling Jian who can survive.

To be able to be called 'Little Lingyun' in the clan is by no means a waste of fame, and it is impossible for Yun Xiao to be looked down upon by Yun Xiao and recruited into the Wentian Pavilion to be called the third place of the pavilion elder.

"In the same realm, I am not your opponent. ”

Ling Jian took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, took out a pill of pill and swallowed it in his mouth, his face finally gradually returned to normal, he looked at the ghost tiger and generously admitted.

Ghost Tiger shook his head and laughed: "Defeat is defeat, there is nothing bad to admit, let's practice the sword well and get back to the field when we go back." If a swordsman does not even dare to admit this, he is not worthy of a sword at all. ”

The corners of Ling Jian's mouth raised a slight arc, looked at this bearded man, and said softly: "Waiting for you at any time." ”

"Good!" Ghost Tiger nodded, his eyes full of war.

After speaking, he turned around and walked to the young man behind him, bent down, and said in a deep voice: "Little young master, I am defeated, and I am willing to be punished." ”

Jiang Xiaoman hurriedly stepped forward to support the ghost tiger, and said with a smile: "Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, Uncle Ghost Tiger doesn't have to be like this." ”

Next to him was the old monk who was once in charge of the military power of the party, and nodded secretly.

Victory is not arrogant, defeat is not discouraged.

This ghost tiger is a good swordsman in the rivers and lakes, and he can also be a good general who guards one side and commands an army.

The rivers and lakes are far away, not as high as the temples.

But whether you are in the rivers and lakes, or in the temple.

If you want to go further, you have a common characteristic, resilience.

Human fragility stems from inertia, and human tenacity lies in resilience.

Among the resilience, the most important point is to dare to speak up and not admit defeat.

Don't seek to become famous once, but seek to accumulate steadily.

Ling Jian didn't stop, nodded slightly at Jiang Zhan and Wen Xiao, and then left with his sword.

When it came, it was like a meteor, and when it left, it was more like it, and a sword light disappeared in a flash.

But everyone knew that he must not have gone far.

Moreover, he is definitely not the only one hiding in the shadows.

Looking at the dashing back of the imperial sword soaring above the nine heavens, Jiang Xiaoman couldn't help but pout, and suddenly yearned.

It's just that with his current cultivation, it's okay to perform ordinary light skills and fly the eaves and walk the wall.

But if it is an immortal method such as the flight of the imperial soldiers, it is still far behind.

Jiang Zhan laughed, looked at the ghost tiger, then glanced at the old monk who was silent with his eyes closed, and finally his eyes fell on Jiang Xiaoman, and said, "How about it? Xiaoman, can you let the sixth uncle enter the temple now?"

The young man didn't say a word, just nodded, got out of the way, split the silver gun in his hand into three pieces, turned around and put it into the rosewood gun magazine on the side, and carried it on his back.

"Master Hou, please help me!"

At this time, in the picture scroll that Jiang Xiaoman had taken into his arms earlier, Bai Xian's cry for help was heard.

Jiang Chufeng's face changed slightly, and he stepped forward and whispered something in his father's ear.

Fang Caibai's performance really disappointed him.

As a companion swordsman, although you are not required to really be humiliated to death, you must at least have the backbone you should have.

Jiang Zhan glanced at the son beside him, then nodded, looked at Jiang Xiaoman with a smile, and said, "I said nephew, you have trapped so many people of the sixth uncle in Sumeru mustard seeds for so long, and they have also suffered the punishment they deserve, why don't you let them out?"

There is a hole in the Taoist gate, and it has been said that the world has been a thousand years old, but the Sumeru mustard seed magic power of Dan Zen Buddhism is just the opposite.

Those trapped in Sumeru have no way of perceiving the passage of time.

So there is a thousand years of Sumeru, and the outside world has to say it for a while.

Bai Xian and the others were trapped in the Sumeru scroll, although it was only a few hours, it was already as if a thousand years had passed.

I can't perceive time and space, and in the real world, I feel like I've spent a year or even ten years or even more in Sumeru, which is undoubtedly a mental breakdown.

Even if he is an old man surnamed Wu among the twelve pavilion elders, at this moment, he is somewhat unbearable.

It's just that he has more backbone than Bai Xianlai, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes to calm his nerves, forcing himself to close the six senses.

The rest of the people were already exhausted by the hysterical struggle before and fell into a coma.

Jiang Xiaoman took out the picture scroll from his arms, held it in his hand, thought about it seriously, and then nodded, "Okay! ”

"Whatever you want!" Jiang Zhan didn't care too much, he spoke softly, then walked forward and exhaled slowly, pushed open the temple door and walked in.

Among those trapped subordinates, only the old man surnamed Wu, who was ranked in the twelfth pavilion, valued him more.

Now, even Bai Xian, who originally wanted to train his son to be his right-hand man in the future.

In his eyes, he has become a dispensable outcast.

The silence in the temple was terrible, it was the second half of the night, and most of the monks had already fallen asleep.

Wutong Temple, although it is one of the largest temples in the border area and even in the entire southern region.

But there are only 100 monks, and most of them are novices who have just entered Zen Buddhism.

There are not many people who have truly attained the Buddha's fruits, let alone the Venerable Venerable Golden Body who can not invade the cold and heat day and night.

If it weren't for Jiang Zhan's cultivation and ability to perceive that the truth was based on the real world at this time, he would have doubted whether this Zen temple was just a world of Sumeru rings constructed by the old monk using his Zen powers.

Although the temple is quiet, it is not devoid of any movement.

On the contrary, the sound of insects is bursting and vibrant.

At this time, only the meditation hall where the statue of Shakya Buddha was enshrined was still lit, and there was a slight sound of chanting from inside.

Jiang Xiaoman followed Jiang Zhan's footsteps and kept up, with an anti-thief expression, and his eyes did not leave this 'shameless' sixth uncle who was supposed to be called the sixth uncle.

Wan Jian stroked his beard, he and the ghost tiger were both from the Dugu clan, so they naturally knew each other.

Right now, seeing that the iron attendant beside the Nine Emperors of Great Xia was here, the old man was relieved, and simply said goodbye and returned to Jincheng.

He knew very well the power of these iron squires, and stared meaningfully at the nothingness behind the ghost tiger.

The old man smiled, turned and walked down the mountain.

The ghost tiger waved his hand lightly at the old man's back, and waited for Jiang Chufeng to help the middle-aged scribe enter the temple, and then walked side by side with Zhanhai Zen Master and slowly walked into the mountain gate.

......

In the meditation hall, Ji Xiaoyue knelt on the futon and took a nap, her head shaking and pleasing to herself.

Beside her, Xiao Ying was not sleepy at all.

In front of her was a low mahogany table, on which there were all four treasures of pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and study.

Xiao Ying was born in the Central Domain, and since she was a child, she has followed her mother and Mo Yu to believe in Buddhism and Buddha, and of course she knows the preciousness of the Buddhist scriptures that appeared in her mind inexplicably earlier in Zen Buddhism.

Now, she decided to copy the scripture and give it to the old Zen master before leaving Wutong Temple.

It wasn't Zhan Hai's deliberate request, it was her own volition.

The girl surnamed Xiao is kind-hearted.

In her opinion, this Buddhist scripture originally belonged to Wutong Temple.

And he just got the Buddha by mistake, and he was already very lucky, so he naturally didn't think about monopolizing it.

Besides, how can a woman who can be recognized by many Buddhist sages and relics be selfish and greedy.

Xiao Ying glanced at the little hall who was snoring slightly, smiled softly, and then lightly held the brush in her hand and wrote the paper

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-contemplation, when he walks deep in Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty......"

She writes quickly, but her words are very delicate, not messy at all, and the meaning is timeless.

Between the lines, it is full of Zen.

Behind the two of them, Wei Ran stood shoulder to shoulder like a statue, leaning his back against the wall of the meditation hall, his eyes slightly closed.

"The Bodhisattva reveals the truth, the Bodhisattva Bhaha. Xiao Yingmo finished writing the last word, just put down the pen, and planned to stretch and relax.

Suddenly, the seven Buddha lamps enshrined in front of the Buddha statue became bright and dark without wind.

Wei Ran's eyes, which were originally slightly closed, suddenly opened, and he turned around and looked out of the meditation hall.

At this moment, Ling Tianhou Jiang Zhan pushed the door in.