Five-string playing, five-string playing, the listener has few ears, Zhao Bi knows that Jun is in love, and the five strings are played for Jun one by one.

The first and second strings are so, and the autumn breeze is loose and sparse.

The third and fourth chords are Lingling, and the night crane recalls the song in the cage.

The sound of the fifth string is the most suppressed, and the water is frozen and swallowed.

The five-string chorus is auditioned, and it is poignant and re-resounding.

This is described in Bai Juyi's "Five String Balls", and the iron pipa of Tuojialuo is also five strings, the middle strings of the sub-strings are wound with old strings, the five strings are twenty-five frets, and the neck is bent and the pear box is crescent. Since the beginning of the battle, the sound of the pipa has never stopped, but no matter whether it is passionate and low, whether it is sad or happy, there is finally a faint ethereal meaning lingering in the ears, in the mind, and in the chest.

The battle is not fierce, the reason why it is one against three is because the clever Fang Yin is the same as the brave and invincible Wu Chan, in front of the living Buddha, even two chicken ribs are not as good, and the only one who can really move the living Buddha is the old master. He is not allowed to get close, it is not strange to say, Fang Yin also had this feeling when facing Long Zhen, the fireflies are to Mingyue. The six-character mantra has settled, the barrier has been generated, there is no substance, there is nothing to invade, Fang Yin wants to enter the law: "No Zen! No Zen!"

Wu Zen has already fallen in, his eyes are wide open, and he is brave and brave, just like the little worm in the worm, dead but not stiff, still maintaining a new look on his face. What Wu Chan was saying, Fang Yin couldn't hear it anymore, but Fang Yin could still hear the sound of the pipa in his ears, watching the strange scene, Fang Yin also fell into a dream within a dream. Wuzen is moving, moving very slowly and slowly, and it cannot be detected by the naked eye, just like protecting the body's qi-

The high and low have been divided. No Zen is a world of its own. Fight with all your might. Albeit at a disadvantage.

Fang Yin swung his sword, left Mo Lian, right Jun Tian, Jun Tian bounced back, Mo Lian entered it, but it was also like a quagmire: "I said! Huba-" This is the power of God, and the realm is different from heaven and man: "Ho ho ho! Ahurulu!" Huba Cilen gestured and said. grinning happily, and repeatedly hitting the invisible ball with his huge and strong body, it means that the ability of the living Buddha is greater than the sky, and there is no way to do it. What the wind passes, what the wind rises, and its martial arts are advancing a thousand miles a day, this is not a level of competition at all, the so-called Vishnu god should be reduced to a spectator first: "What a living Buddha, Tugaluo!"

Fang Yin couldn't, so he only saw Wuzen in front of him. Struggled to walk.

It's very slow, but time can tell. Wuzen is getting closer and closer to the living Buddha, and there is still half a zhang.

Before that, the old master's sword had been pierced.

The traces of time, the polishing of wind and frost, a simple and ordinary sword, there is nothing strange about it, just like the person in front of him. Kong Mengyu is not the first time to fight with Tuojialuo, it was because of Tuojialuo's living Buddha that the old master's benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom and faith were all abandoned, and there was only one person left, one sword. Man is immovable all the time, the place of extinction is reborn, and the sword is already straight and straight out, without a trace of trickery, very slowly, very slowly. It's like a flower blooming quietly, vividly stretching all the time, but it can't be discerned by the naked eye.

That's not an illusion, it's the slow speed of the extremely fast, the extreme stillness produced by the extreme movement, the slightest hint, the slightest progression.

The sword of the master has peeked into the heavens.

But the other person opposite the Master is not man, but God, and man and God are always separated by a line, just as light and darkness are never separated by a line. Beyond the power of man, isn't it a god, there is no doubt that the master was defeated last time, and this time it is the same. The barrier of the Tuojialuo is not the power of thought, but the power of a thought, in the barrier of the Tuojialuo, there is no Zen is a seed, and even if the old master is a bud that breaks through the ground, the Tuojialuo can also strangle it: "Collapse!" The string is broken, it is for the vine to wrap the tree, a slender and shiny steel wire snake-like climbing on it, wrapping the sword layer by layer-

The sword entered, unmoved, and the head of the blade was three inches away from the throat.

"Collapse!" The strings are broken, and it is resolute, there are jewels in the snow-capped mountains, and the double snakes protect the red lotus——

Jian Jin, disapproving, the head of the front two inches away from the throat.

"Collapse!" the middle string is also broken, duckweed has roots, people are the end of the strong crossbow, and the song is unfading-

The sword stopped, stopped at the throat, and time froze again.

Strong with the meager strength of the three strings, and pull the sage killing sword, the Tao can be proven, and God cannot be slaughtered-

This road is not working.

To be done.

The master is happy to know his fate, this road can't be passed, the sword stops the sword from coming out, and the front is the first to swallow!

Pierced into Toga's throat.

Tuoga Luo was unmoved, the pipa was playing, and the peaks were stacked.

In the end, there is nothingness, and this injury cannot be added, which is the reason why the old master said to Fang Yin that the sword is not good: "Collapse!"

Two finger winds, separate eyes.

No, Tuoga's eyes were not closed, and he pointed to the weathering and invisible, and finally the old strings broke and broke again-

Flicking his fingers and pinching his head to erase the tail, the living Buddha held a silk hair-like string that was more than two feet straight like a sword, and also stabbed out at a very slow speed: "Ah——————————————————————————————————"

pierced Fang Yin's heart!

The old master fell, slowly, and lay down.

Still smiling, his eyes narrow.

Fang Yin and Wu Chan shouted together, and thousands of people exclaimed together, and the scene was like a slow-motion replay so that everyone present could see it clearly-

As the sword was drawn, a drop of blood rolled down to the dust.

To be done!

"Kong!Uncle-" This was completely unexpected, Fang Yin only felt that the steel wire pierced his heart, a sharp pain and a violent evil thought: "Tuo Jia Luo!" Since he was crazy and slashed, he was still not allowed to enter, so far Fang Yin began to feel that his incompetence was powerless incompetence, pitiful and hateful and even more shameful: "Ahh——————————————————————————————————h Fang Yin was on his side, Wu Zen was behind him, Wu Chan could hear everything, Wu Chan could see everything, Wu Chan saw the black filament that pierced through the heart and came out of the back: "No!"

Muzen thought it was a game, but it wasn't.

The living Buddha is not Huba, the living Buddha is going to kill, until this time Wuzen finally understands that this is not playing!

Wu Zen Jin Dan Cheng, King Kong sees harmony, but in fact, Wu Zen always has spare strength, even if he urges the Jin Dan to turn wildly to force Wu Zen to breathe like boiling like lead and mercury! A drop of blood falls to the ground, two huge teardrops, Wu Chan always thinks that this is like the old living Buddha of the empty sorrow master is a good person, but he is not, no! It is the head of the stick to drink, how can Wu Zen make a mistake again! It is the hair is blood and tears that finally ignited Wu Chan's anger, Wu Chan suddenly turned red, so he picked up the big stick and swept it: "I'll fight!"

It's still in slow motion, but it's faster than the old master, and the living Buddha's side of the world can also turn over the river and the sea, and the potential of no Zen is endless: "Whew!" When King Kong was angry, the black tiger was also startled, and the black tiger roared but still lay on the ground, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. Togara took a look at it and was surprised. But with just one glance, he was relieved and waved his hand. The old string came out again, not lingering, and in a blink of an eye, the living Buddha rode away on the black tiger, leaving only a Huba Cilen: "None, none, eat, eat, Ahululu!"

Finished.

Huba Cilen fell to the ground and cried, and even kowtowed to the living Buddha: "Horn Mi!

Thanks to the compassion of the living Buddha, at least three lives have been saved, survival is suffering, death is liberation, people cannot reason with God: "No Zen, no Zen!" The old string, that trace of the sword, smart as a snake, advancing and retreating freely, pierced through the left shoulder of Wu Zen pierced Fang Yin's right shoulder, and the blood of the old tree and new flowers was gathered in one place, at this time he was extremely supple and fell under the knee of Huba Cilen: "Brother Fang Yin! Brother Fang Yin!" A strand of hair, the three people, courage and fire are sucked away together, and the saint is not a vajra or a Vishnu god, and the living Buddha has never had a trace of fireworks: "This is Tuogaluo, a living Buddha." ”

The old master looked at the old general, and the old general sighed.

But he also smiled. (To be continued......)