The twenty-third day of the lunar month is a small year.

On this day, Xu Beiyou and Xiao Zhinan visited relatives and friends from all walks of life, first the emperor and queen, then Han Xuan, followed by Qin Mumian and Xiao Bai, plus many other Xiao clan relatives, went out early in the morning, and it didn't end until dusk.

Today's Xu Beiyou has been thinking about one thing, entering the red dust, covered in mud, how to get out of the red dust and get back to freedom?

Master once said that there are three realms in life, which are: the first realm, which sees the mountains as mountains and the water as water, the second realm, which sees the mountains as not mountains and the water as water, and the third realm, which sees the mountains as mountains and the water as water.

The first realm can be explained as the pure mind. The second realm, in the midst of thousands of feet of red dust, this heart drags mud and water, the spiritual platform is dirty, and the heart is dusty, and the vast majority of people in the world cannot escape for life. As for the third realm, it is to return to the basics, back to the pure, Taoism calls it a "real person", Confucianism calls it a "gentleman", but now the famous weapons are indiscriminately taught, the real person of Taoism and the gentleman of Confucianism are no longer what they originally meant.

Qin Mumian hopes that Xu Beiyou will be a "gentleman", of course, he is not a gentleman on this kind of rotten street, but a "gentleman" who has returned to his pure heart, but now Xu Beiyou is in a quagmire, covered in mud, dragging mud and water, and he can't escape, and he can't ask for it.

In the past, he wanted to be a person, but now he is a person, so he wants to be a carefree person again, but he is still burdened with a thousand pounds, how can he get free?

Buddhism has a saying that there are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment, can't ask for, and can't let go.

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He couldn't let go of the Sword Sect entrusted to him by his master, so naturally he couldn't get away with it.

At this moment, there was a light knock outside the door, interrupting Xu Beiyou's thoughts, and then Feng Lang's voice came, "Young master, there is a guest visiting, Jade Guanyin." ”

Xu Beiyou frowned and muttered, "On the twenty-third day of the lunar month, there are still seven days left." ”

However, he did not refuse, and still decided to meet this Murong Xuanyin's right-hand man.

In the main hall, Jade Guanyin sat alone, and the hot tea on the right hand side was rising in mist.

When Xu Beiyou crossed the threshold, Jade Guanyin glanced up at him.

The eyes of the two met through the mist.

Xu Beiyou stopped abruptly.

Jade Guanyin's eyes became dark and deep, and a pair of pupils rotated like a whirlpool, as if there were stars disillusioned in them, like a cosmic desolation. And the aura on her body suddenly became broader, at this moment he seemed to have become the master of this world, the center of all things, the cardinal of heaven and earth, although she was still sitting still, but like a heavenly immortal overlooking Xu Beiyou.

Xu Beiyou was unguarded, and his eyes were absorbed into this whirlpool, and he couldn't break free.

Then, the vortex grew bigger and bigger in his sight, so big that it engulfed him completely.

Xu Beiyou only had one thought left, the battle of the Purple Mansion Divine Soul.

In a trance, Xu Beiyou entered a state of sleep, and suddenly a large begonia forest appeared in front of him, red and bright as a splendid paving the ground, and the east wind passed, and the flowers fell like rain all over the sky.

Then the begonias suddenly dissipated, and everything around them became blurred, like a dream, like a reality.

When Xu Beiyou came back to his senses again, the Jade Guanyin in front of him had disappeared, leaving him in a black and white world.

The sky was as black as ink, the earth was as black as charcoal, and all around was as white as paper money burned for the dead, and at the same time there was a mist that permeated and seeped through.

It's like coming to the underworld.

Although it was the first time Xu Beiyou encountered this situation, he was not too frightened, and he could probably guess that this was an illusion created by Jade Guanyin with the Purple Mansion Divine Soul.

Then there will be a battle between gods and souls.

He originally thought that he was in the imperial capital, with countless masters, and he didn't have to worry about anything, but he didn't expect that Jade Guanyin would deal with him in such a way.

At that moment, the wind suddenly rose.

In front of Xu Beiyou, there were begonia trees one after another, and black begonias bloomed on the trees, and with the east wind drifting out, ten miles of flowers and rain, like a dream.

Without warning, Jade Guanyin appeared under a begonia tree, and the black begonia fell on her shoulder and disappeared.

Xu Beiyou glanced at the more and more begonia flowers around him, looked at Jade Guanyin, and asked, "Why?"

Yu Guanyin spread out her hand, and one after another black begonias swirled around her, and said simply and straightforwardly: "The master wants you to die." ”

Xu Beiyou sighed, there was no surprise and surprise, only emotion and sigh.

Murong Xuanyin, who rescued him from Biyou Island and helped him kill Zhang Zhaonu, is finally going to part ways with him?

Xu Beiyou had long known that this day would come, because the Tao was different, but he didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

Yu Guanyin stretched out his hand and pinched a begonia, and said softly: "You and I don't care about victory or defeat this time, only life and death." ”

Xu Beiyou nodded and said a good word.

The next moment, a strong wind rose between heaven and earth.

Countless begonia flowers flew over with black pressure, covering the entire sky, as if Xu Beiyou was going to be completely buried here.

The battle of the divine soul has nothing to do with one's own qi and body.

In the Purple Mansion, you can manifest all kinds of mystical powers that cannot be used in the mortal world according to your own perception. At the same time, it can also be used with the help of external forces, such as thousands of incense and fire wishes, which can be regarded as the time of the day, at this time, Yu Guanyin dragged Xu Beiyou into his purple mansion, as if the two armies were fighting within the border, although they would be damaged to themselves, but they took advantage of the geographical advantage and the convenience. Therefore, if Xu Beiyou wants to win at this time, he can only ask for heavenly harmony.

Of course, if you reach the realm of the Taoist sect leader Akiba, it doesn't matter what the time and place are favorable, just spread out the scenery you see above the eighteenth floor, and you can reshape a world in the Purple Mansion. It's just that this realm is still too far away, so when the black and oppressive begonia flowers fly, Xu Beiyou can't avoid it.

If you talk about heaven and external forces, Xu Beiyou once absorbed the sword qi divine intent of the eight swords of the Sword Sect, but at this time, the sword qi was not there, but there was still divine intent.

Xu Beiyou waved his big sleeves, and eight awe-inspiring Qingfengs completely condensed by divine will appeared around him.

When it comes to the cultivation of the Purple Mansion and the wonderful use of the divine soul, Jade Guanyin has been studying for more than ten years, and it is undoubtedly much stronger than Xu Beiyou, who has just set foot in the realm of earth immortals, plus she occupies the geographical advantage, if she falls into a protracted battle, Xu Beiyou will undoubtedly lose, and he can only choose to fight quickly.

Xu Beiyou raised his sword formation and knotted green silk.

Eight swords staggered into a formation.

Such as a woman's love for thousands of knots.

The present world beyond the Purple Mansion.

Everything in the main hall seemed to freeze.

Xu Beiyou was still standing at the door, motionless, with a look of surprise on his face.

Yu Guanyin sat upright on the chair, with a calm expression on his face, but he didn't know when he had closed his eyes.

Feng Lang stood outside the door, unable to move.

The cup of hot tea was already cold, no more fog was rising, and even the whole main hall was so cold that it couldn't be colder anymore.