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On the high city wall, Ye Tianming waved his hand to disperse the snow flakes within five zhang in front of him, looked at the dark forest on the shore of Yanming Lake, and said with an indifferent expression: "That stupid thing in Qinghe County, stupid to the extreme, the little borer even wants to wade into the torrent, it's really disgusting." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The senior brother smiled and didn't say anything.

Ye Tianming said: "I wanted to kill that stupid thing, but since the dumb man made a move, I just stopped." ”

The elder brother shook his head and said, "How can I watch you break the law. ”

Listening to the word law, Ye Tianming sneered slightly.

The senior brother looked at the shore of Yanming Lake, thought of the monk who was walking through the winter forest to the shore of the lake, and said: "The battle between the junior brother and General Ximen Wang is probably a grand event in the eyes of many people in the world, so you will come to the capital, and I just hope that the little junior brother will not have an accident." ”

Ye Tianming said: "You know that I didn't come to the capital because of this battle, but because of Xu Chen, and that dumb man naturally came for Xu Chen." ”

Senior Brother knew very well what Ye Tianming wanted to point out, but he remained silent and did not answer.

Ye Tianming looked at Yanming Lake, and suddenly said with emotion: "Fifteen years ago, those people who appeared around the black line ...... Except for Shen, we all arrived. ”

The senior brother said: "Actually, Shen is also here. The wounds on General Ximenwang's body were all left by him, so although his people did not come, his fists came. ”

Ye Tianming said: "It makes sense, but even if Ximen Wang has countless fists left on his body, in my opinion, Xu Chen still doesn't have any chance in this cross-border battle." ”

"I know what you want to say, what you're worried about, I respect the little junior brother, so I won't make a move. ”

Senior Brother smiled with emotion: "Of course, I know better, if the junior brother knew the thoughts of the Dushan Sect, he would definitely cry and shout and beg me not to respect him." ”

Ye Tianming said: "Mr. is stopping Xu Shi on the snow bridge, what does this mean?"

The elder brother said, "Fairness. ”

Ye Tianming said: "Ximen Wang's strength is far above Xu Chen, can it be that the Dushan Sect thinks that this is also fair." ”

The elder brother said: "The teacher once taught us that fairness is the mind, and it has nothing to do with strength, as long as both parties are willing to do this and accept the rules, then it is fair." ”

Thinking that this was Xuanwei's words, Ye Tianming was silent for a long time.

Then he looked at the night forest on the shore of Yanming Lake, frowned slightly, and said, "If that dumb man wants to speak, few people in this world can stop him." ”

Ye Tianming turned to look at him and asked, "Jun Mo is stopping Xu Shi, you are looking at me, then who can stop him? I won't stop him, and the moment he speaks, even I can't stop him, do you need to alarm Xuanwei?"

The senior brother looked at the lake in the cold winter night and frowned silently.

The snow was fluttering, and the monks were walking in the forest, in the direction of Yanming Lake.

Fifteen years ago, before that, he smiled slightly, chewed his tongue, swallowed it in his stomach, and never spoke again, practicing meditation to this day.

Tonight he stepped into the red dust again, no one knows whether he will speak, what he will say, people only know that after fifteen years of silence, once the lips are opened, the Buddha's voice will be as clear as thunder.

Even Ye Tianming, the powerful Zhishouguan heir, didn't want to face the first words he spoke.

Who will talk to the monks?

Do you really need Xuanwei to go down the mountain?

At this moment, a thin patch of snow fell from the sky above the night forest.

The snow was extremely thin, so thin that it was translucent, like a cicada's wings.

The wind and snow were dense in the night forest, but the thin snow that seemed to be light and fluttering was not blown away by the whistling night wind, nor did it disappear into the dense snow, but fell from the sky alone and arrogantly, ignoring the evil wind and companions around it, and slowly fell down and landed on the shoulders of the three worshippers.

Qinghe Junsan was bound by the monk's handprint, sitting cross-legged in the snow, unable to move at all, watching the thin snow fall on his shoulders, he couldn't help but be a little confused.

When the snow fell, the monk stopped walking towards the lake, and the sandals sank deep into the thick snow, and then he turned and looked at the thin snow, and was silent.

Suddenly, there was a sound of thin ropes in the forest, which was like sharp ice chips grinding, accompanied by wind and snow, naturally showing a poignant feeling, and sounding like a cicada.

Cicadas are summer creatures that fall silent when they encounter the autumn wind.

In context, chilling is silence.

However, tonight, the wind is cold and snowy, and there seem to be countless cicadas in this forest!

The cicadas hid behind the branches, hid in the upturned bark, hung among the cobwebs, sat in the snow and ice, and watched the wind and snow falling from the sky and the monk chirping insolently.

The sound of cicadas.

The forest is full of cicadas.

The sound of the cicadas chirping in the forest became more and more dense and more and more poignant, and the thick snow accumulated on the trees was shaken and fell, but there seemed to be two large and transparent invisible cicada wings above the snow forest by the lake, covering the entire sky, so that the sound of cicadas here did not overflow the forest.

The terrible sound of cicadas, colder than snow and ice, more elusive than the night wind, chirped everywhere, fell silent everywhere, revived everywhere, and finally fell on the monk's ear.

The sound of cicadas in the forest seems to be indifferently saying: Turn back is the shore.

The monk listened to the more and more poignant cicadas, and the expression on his face became more and more solemn.

His name is Nian Leng.

He comes from the Leadhua Temple, a place of informability, and is an incomparably powerful Buddhist sect walking in the world.

Because of the records in the scriptures in the temple, he came to the capital from afar to see the legendary son of Hades, and he was even ready to kill that person even if he faced the Dushan Sect.

Since he practiced closed-mouth meditation, his Zen heart has become more and more firm, and his will has become more and more resolute, even the countless strong people in the capital, and the big mountain in the south of the city, which cannot make his mind move slightly.

It stands to reason that no sound could stop him.

But these cicadas are different.

Because he knows that these cicadas represent a person.

He is the most mysterious person in the world, and it can even be said that he is the most terrifying person in the world.

Don't say that it is him, even if the first lecture of the lead Hua Temple is here, listening to these poignant cicadas, you must treat them with the most cautious attitude.

Nian Leng's expression was solemn, and he even had the respect that a junior should have, but his eyes were still resolute, and he slowly stretched out his hand to the Yanming Lake behind him.

He used this action to tell the person behind the cicada that his other side was over there.

At this time, the body of the third worship of Qinghe County was bound by the snow rope transformed by the Buddha's handprint, and he couldn't move at all, but he could see, hear, listen to the poignant sound of cicadas in the forest, and look at the thin snow like cicada wings on his shoulder, his face became more and more pale, and his expression became more and more frightened.

He was a great cultivator of the Seventh Realm, and he knew a lot of secrets of the cultivation world in Qinghe County, and although he couldn't be sure, he had vaguely guessed the identity of the person in the forest.

Being able to cause a cicada to chirp on such a snowy night can make the great master of the lead flower temple look so solemn, naturally he can only be the most mysterious demon sect master in the world!

After the collapse of the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, this force that once set off bloody storms in the world has withered, but no one dares to ignore the sect master of the contemporary Demon Sect.

Many years had passed, and no one had ever seen this Demon Sect Master, and no one had even heard of this person, so this Sect Master had become the most mysterious legend in the cultivation world.

There are rumors that this Demon Sect Sect Master has gone crazy in cultivation and has long been turned into a pile of white bones, but some people say that this generation of Demon Sect Sect Sect Masters is hiding somewhere in the world, indifferently watching the ups and downs in the world, which may appear at any time, calling for wind and rain again.

But no matter how you think about it, no one in the cultivation world will forget this person, even those who firmly believe that he is dead, in fact, when they return from a dream in the middle of the night, they are terrified and uneasy, and they always feel that one day in the future, this Demon Sect Sect Master will reappear in front of the world at a moment that no one could imagine.

It was indeed a moment that no one could have imagined.

At least it was an unimaginable moment for the three offerings of Qinghe County.

Just before the decisive battle between Xu Chen of the Dushan Sect and General Ximen Wang, the two sects of Taoism and Buddha walked all over the world, and when the wind and clouds met in the capital, they actually reappeared in the world!

The three worshippers were extremely frightened, but then, he thought that the sect master of the Demon Sect was now confronting the great master of the Leadhua Temple, and he might be able to find a glimmer of life, and his eyes subconsciously rolled.

His eyes rolled slightly, and he saw the thin snow on his shoulder.

Then he remembered that he had forgotten something about the legend.

Legend has it that this Demon Sect Master doesn't kill much, but that's because he doesn't care about killing ordinary people, and he thinks that only the great cultivators of the Seventh Realm are qualified to be killed by themselves.

Legend has it that the reason why this Demon Sect Master is the most mysterious person in the world is because he will kill anyone who hears the sound of cicadas.

The three offerings are the seventh realm, and tonight he heard the cicadas.

The three worshippers figured out this, and then died.

The snow, as thin as a cicada's wings, fluttered its wings and gently wedged into his old neck.

Blood splattered from his neck, spilling wildly into the wind and snow, making a hissing sound.

It's like a cicada.

The cicada song is the sound of the cicada's abdominal tympanic membrane vibrating, which can vibrate ten thousand times in an instant, and it can crack the silk in the clear place, tear in the poignant place, and darken the spirit in the bleak place.

The sound of blood splashing is the friction vibration between blood and wounds, which is very similar to the principle of cicada chirping, so the sound is also very similar, and it can be equally poignant.

The mute monk turned to look at the Qinghe County San, who was sitting cross-legged in the deep snow, and frowned slightly, knowing that this was a warning from the man in the forest to himself.

He is a disciple of Buddhism, and he can kill people but he doesn't want to kill people, so he just used the Buddha's handprint to bind the worship, but he didn't expect that he would become an accomplice of the strong man of the Demon Sect.

The monk knew why he had reappeared in the world, and why he had used the sound of cicadas to stop him from walking towards Yanming Lake.

Because Ximen Wang is a traitor to the Demon Sect, he is a person who is bound to be killed.

If this Demon Sect Sect Master is really dead, then naturally there is nothing, but since he is still alive, then he must kill Ximen Wang, or watch Ximen Wang die.

Because of the Dushan Sect and the Chaoyang Imperial Court, this Demon Sect Sect Master has probably endured for many years, and now that the Dushan Sect is determined to make a move against Ximen Wang, how can he allow others to interfere?

Maybe you will be afraid of the subtlety.

But he will definitely not be afraid of the lead Hua Temple.

The mute monk can understand the intention of the cicada, but it does not mean that he can accept it.

The Buddha Sect has always been called the outer way by the Haotian Dao Sect, but after all, it is a genus of the righteous path, although he knows that the strong man of the Demon Sect in the forest is unfathomable and resolute as him, how can he stop there?

He is a descendant of Nianleng of the lead Hua Temple.

He began to be angry, out of anger.

It's not coquettishness, it's not anger.

The monk still pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were resolute, and his hands flickered in front of the kapok robe, and in an instant, a handprint with a piercing meaning was formed.

The most bright and powerful seal of the Buddha Mahamudra.

The two seemingly ordinary fingers in front of the old robe, the fingers are like orchids, and they seem to be separated, and the majestic breath follows the handprints and disperses towards the surrounding areas of the snow forest.

Silently, the snow in the forest suddenly dispersed into the sky, and suddenly shook the wind and snow in the air.

The cicadas that seemed to be omnipresent in the night forest also stagnated.

Then, however, the cicadas sounded again, this time brighter and more irritable.

It's as if a person is laughing loudly and recklessly.

The wind and snow in the forest were even faster, and the snow that had just been lifted from the ground instantly re-covered the ground, and the snow flakes fluttering in the air sneered and shot towards Nian Leng's body.

Nian Leng's expression remained unchanged, the straw sandals stepped lightly on the snow, the right calf bounced up, hit the knee of his left leg, and sat on the snow, sitting on half a snow lotus plate.

The snowflakes that shot out from the sky were like countless cicadas, whistling and hitting Nian Leng's body.

On the surface of Nian Leng's body, there seems to be an invisible barrier.

The snowflakes were still half an inch away from his body, and they couldn't move forward, but they didn't fall, but stuck to the surface of his body like cotton wool.

But in an instant, his robe was covered with snow, and only his head and face and hands with the seal of the immovable Ming King in front of him were still outside, looking like a snowman.

Nian Leng looked into the depths of the night forest, looking at the frost on his eyelashes, the muscles on his cheeks twitched slightly, as if he was hesitating to say something.

That's when it happened.

A voice suddenly sounded from the depths of the night forest.

The voice was so quiet.

It is in stark contrast to the irascible cicadas in the woods.

However, such a quiet voice, the words that came out were so cold.

"If you speak, I will make a hundred thousand dumb people in the world. ”

Hearing this, the monk was furious, and his eyes widened and he looked into the depths of the night forest, the frost on his burning eyelashes evaporated into water vapor, and the snow on his body turned into warm water.

He knew that even if he broke the vow tonight, he might not be able to defeat that person, but that person would definitely be able to set off a bloody storm in the world.

If he was faced with Mr. or Mr. Two, or even Xuanwei, the monk could ignore it, because he knew that the Toushan Sect would not be so shameless when he acted.

But the man was.

The man did everything.

So he was angry, but he still couldn't open his mouth.

The man in the depths of the night forest, after saying this, never spoke again, but Nian Leng knew that he was still here, because the cicada song continued.

The monk couldn't speak, and naturally he couldn't sigh, so he could only sigh softly in his heart, and then dispersed the seal of the king of Ming, put his palms together and guarded his heart, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The snowflakes continued to fly down like cicadas, covering the monk's body, covering the monk's facial features, turning the heir of the Leadhua Temple into a snowman in the night forest.

The snow, which had been falling for a whole day and a night, suddenly began to lighten.

The cicadas in the forest are gradually weakening, but they are becoming more and more poignant.

The cicada is poignant.

On the winter lake at night, the snowstorm first stopped.

On the shore of Yanming Lake, whether it is the mountain peaks on the south bank or the snow forest on the east bank, it is quiet, no sound is heard, and no one hears the cicadas.

On the city wall, Senior Brother and Ye Tianming's gaze passed through the countless heavy snow and fell on that forest, their expressions were slightly different, as if they sensed what was happening there at the same time.

It's just that they don't have the extra energy to pay attention to the story that happened in the snow forest now, because they saw the blood flag fluttering in front of the Yanming Lake mansion, and Ximen pushed the door in.

The courtyard gate is somewhat new, and it seems that it has been renovated not long ago. Ximen Wang pushed open the courtyard gate and entered the dark courtyard, when a cicada suddenly sounded in his ears, and his body couldn't help but stiffen slightly.

In the palace during the day, he also faintly heard a cicada chirping from the snowflakes fluttering in front of the palace, he was sure that it was an auditory hallucination, but at this time, although the cicada chirp was still false, it seemed to be a little more real.

The indifferent expression on Ximenwang's face did not shake in the slightest, his iron eyebrows raised slightly, but he looked more and more violent, and his steps steadily stepped over the threshold, stepping through the rain corridor to the front of the main hall.

The snow had stopped for a moment, and then it flew more violently.

Thick clouds obscured the stars in the sky, the wind and snow dimmed the lights in the capital, and the shore of Yanming Lake was pitch black, and he couldn't see his five fingers, but Ximen Wang saw everything clearly.

There are a few cold plum trees planted under the stone steps, for some reason, the plum branches are scattered, and fresh stubble can be seen under the snow, as if it has been eaten by some kind of elegant livestock.

There is a pot of green plants in the house, even in the cold winter, the plant is still growing vigorously, the branches and leaves are fat and tender, verdant, and the loess in the pot is more and more boring.

The thick straight black lacquer girder on the roof was slightly deformed, and it should have been hit by some kind of impact, and two very small cracks appeared, which did not affect safety, but it always made people feel a little palpitating when they looked at it.

On the side of the unique display shelf, there is an oil lamp, which is made of celadon as the belly, and the lamp rope is white, and it is also a very beautiful handicraft when it is not lit.

This mansion on the shore of Yanming Lake made Xu Chen spend countless taels of silver, so that Qi Siye spent countless minds, and had to be added by the queen mother and Li Yu's generous purchase, which is extraordinary, compared with those famous gardens in Qinghe County, I am afraid that it is not slightly inferior, and even inconspicuous things are worth playing.

Ximen Wang is a military general, he never hurts the spring and autumn, and naturally he has no interest in this, but at the moment of the war, his eyes are so focused when he looks at the plum cong black beam bonsai oil lamp.

In fact, he didn't look at plum bushes, black beams, bonsai, and oil lamps.

He was looking at the yellow paper exposed in the snow of plum branches, the yellow paper sandwiched in the cracks of the black beams, the yellow paper in the bonsai greenery, and the yellow paper pressed by the oil lamp celadon lamp pot.

There is a kind of paper in this world that is often yellowish, rune paper.

In the courtyard of the house by the Yanming Lake, there are rune papers everywhere.

This is a house of rune paper.

"The reason why Ye Tong was able to cross the border to defeat Pan An is because she knows him, knows his fear, and I also know Ximen Wang, since the day he betrayed the Demon Sect, Ximen Wang has been afraid, maybe he is afraid of the mysterious Demon Sect Master, maybe he is afraid that the Xiling Temple will expose his identity, because of fear, so he is empty, he begins to kill people, he begins to be violent and ruthless, and he begins to be arrogant. ”

Xu Chen took the big black umbrella from the maid and looked at the courtyard on the other side covered by night snow.