He Zhenyu high-fived and said, "Okay!"

Ren Wandering saw through the wind and snow Yan Wushuang's face was filled with a hint of spring warmth, nodded, and slapped a palm to the snow void under his feet, the snow receded like a tide, and suddenly, the three-foot radius of the rock was exposed, different from the previous Master Zhiyuan was that the rock was dry and without moisture, Yan Wushuang couldn't help but rejoice in his heart Ren Wandering was delicate, and He Zhenyu and Liu Feixi's faces changed, knowing that only this palm showed that Ren Wandering's internal strength was far better than Master Zhiyuan. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Yan Wushuang sat cross-legged, and He Zhenyu said, "Light incense!" A stick of incense was already burning in the incense burner under the eaves in front of the temple gate.

Incense, is a line of incense, a wisp of light blue, upward, three inches, then scattered in the wind.

The quiet air began to surround with a sound that made people's hearts calm and clear, this sound is called Sanskrit sound, Sanskrit sound refers to the voice of the Buddha, Master Zhiyuan is not a Buddha, but Master Zhiyuan sings Sanskrit sound.

It is said that Sanskrit sound has five kinds of pure sounds, one is said to be very deep into the thunder, the second is clear and far-reaching, and it is pleasant to hear, the third is to be loved in the heart, the fourth is easy to understand, and the fifth is to listen tirelessly. Under careful listening, Master Zhiyuan read what he thought in his mouth: It is the emptiness of all laws, which is not born and does not perish, does not dirt and does not pure, does not increase or decrease, is therefore colorless in the air, has no thoughts, no knowledge, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, and touch...... It is the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra that is being recited.

But seeing that everyone present, including Yan Wushuang, He Zhenyu, and Liu Feixu, was smiling and serene, completely looking like a spring breeze, the magic quiver in the hands of the black-clothed people around them also gradually fell towards the ground.

Ren Wandering was happy, his thoughts moved, and he was about to restrain these black-clothed people, the Sanskrit sound in Master Zhiyuan's mouth changed greatly, and suddenly turned into a sound of killing, and the divine light in everyone's eyes was blurred, and their hearts were restless, as if they had suddenly fallen into the abyss of vendetta and resentment and could not extricate themselves, their eyes opened their mouths, and they were in pain, and even their whole bodies trembled, dancing with their hands, and they were talking nonsense.

He Zhenyu, Liu Feixi, Tang Ling and Ren Wandering each resisted, Yan Wushuang's eyes were slightly closed, his red lips were slightly opened, but he started singing, Yan Wushuang's singing voice Ren Wandering will certainly not forget, all those who have heard Yan Wushuang's singing will not forget, that voice is not a big bead or a small bead falling on a jade plate, nor is it a lingering sound for three days, just the kind of thing that makes you never want to listen to another person's singing again, and there will never be any evil and dirty thoughts again, maybe there are grievances and thoughts here.

Now, Yan Wushuang's singing is longing and grievance, Yan Wushuang is now singing: red crisp hands, yellow silk wine, and willows on the spring palace wall of the city. The east wind is evil, the joy is thin, a sorrow, and a few years away. Wrong, wrong, wrong......

Yan Wushuang's song "Hairpin Phoenix" in Lu You's mouth was exhausted, and everyone was sad and sad. Yan Wushuang continued to sing: Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and silky. The peach blossoms fall, the idle pond pavilion, although the mountain league is there, the brocade book is difficult to support. Momomo!

At the end of the day, there was a little sorrow in the wind and snow, and a few sobs, several people in black couldn't help crying, and the old man in Longmen had a sad face and a dull look. The sound of killing in Master Zhiyuan's mouth gradually disappeared in Yan Wushuang's singing, not that Yan Wushuang's concentration was better than Master Zhiyuan's, not to mention that Master Zhiyuan's internal strength was not as good as Yan Wushuang's, it was because of the inner demons, Master Zhiyuan's own inner demons.

Master Zhiyuan's heart of a woman's figure gradually clear, that woman is not beautiful, but the kind of woman who looks like you are very down-to-earth and virtuous, that day, he was punished by the abbot Qingwu Master in the back of the Shaomu Mountain to think about it, the woman held a baby boy and found it, and said a total of four words to Master Zhiyuan, the first sentence: "You are still not vulgar?"

Master Zhiyuan lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and said, "Amitabha, donor, you are laughing!" The woman said in a breath, and said the second sentence: "You-then what do you want me to do?" Master Zhiyuan turned his back to the woman, silent, for a long time, and sighed: "The poor monk can't make mistakes again and again!"

The woman was extremely aggrieved, sat on a rock and sobbed in a low voice, seeing that Master Zhiyuan was still turning her back to her, she said the third sentence: "Don't you want to know who this child is?" Master Zhiyuan's body shook violently, and he couldn't help but look back, and said: "The big mistake has been made, the poor monk should have been sent to the eighteenth layer of hell, and as soon as everything is over, he will thank the donor with death!"

The woman laughed miserably, said the last sentence, and said, "The master's heart is as cold as iron, why did he save me in the first place?

Now, Yan Wushuang is still singing, the song is still Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix", the song has been sung three times, at this time, the old man of Longmen is also thinking about the same woman who is thinking about Master Zhiyuan, that day, Luoyang, dyed all over the autumn colors, by the Yellow River, the old man of Longmen said three words to the woman, one sentence: "Whose child is in your hand?" The woman bowed her head and was silent, and the old man of Longmen said two words: "The person who saves you may not be the person you are looking for!" The woman raised her head and frowned, and then lowered her head to tease the baby in her arms, and the old man of Longmen said three words: " Is it just that he arrived before me?" the woman looked at the old man of Longmen and said, "I'm going to see him!" and turned to leave.

Master Zhiyuan was in a trance with the baby's cry in his ears, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and suddenly turned around, the woman had fallen to the bottom of the cliff, and hurriedly stretched out her right hand to grab it, and said urgently: "Yan Hong!

In the eyes of everyone, Master Zhiyuan's right shoulder moved, his body rose, Ren Wandering smiled, and said, "Master lost!" Master Zhiyuan suddenly felt that his right arm was empty, and then he woke up, his right arm had been cut off by Ren Wanderer, but he was still indulged in half-consciousness, stunned.

He Zhenyu flicked his sleeves and said, "What a wicked obstacle!" Master Zhiyuan realized that he was confused by Yan Wushuang's music, and bowed his head and said, "Master......"

Yan Wushuang got up, there was sweat on his forehead, Tang Ling took out a square scarf and handed it to Yan Wushuang, and said, "Sister is so powerful, you can defeat the invincible opponent in the world by singing a tune!" Yan Wushuang smiled sweetly at Ren Piaoping, wiped his sweat, looked at Master Zhiyuan, and said, "I don't want the master to be a lover!"

Master Zhiyuan was stunned, and suddenly said: "Ren Shaoxia, there will be a battle between you and me!" After saying that, he didn't turn his head back and swept down the mountain, Liu Feixu shouted: "Senior brother, senior brother......" He Zhenyu's white eyebrows erected, and he said angrily: "He has been in Middle-earth for too long, and he has been deeply poisoned, hmph! From now on, he will no longer be a disciple of my Taiji Sect!"

Of course, Ren Piaoping understood the meaning of Master Zhiyuan's words, since Master Zhiyuan was a lover of personality, how could he give up his revenge of killing Wunian?

Yan Wushuang smiled at this time: "Now there are two games, you and I have won one each, and the internal force of these three games is the one that determines the outcome of the game, I don't know how to compare?"