Daoist Master of Qing Xuan Chapter 128: Yan Luotie
There is no signature, but Hongyangzi already knows who the person is.し
This handwritten script must have been written by the real master Qingxuan Shen, one by one, like a boulevard notch, completely endless, like a natural phenomenon.
Even if you look at the calligraphy of the world, it is enough to spread through the ages.
But savoring the meaning carefully, it seems that he can see the idleness of the writer, as if he just heard something suddenly, became interested, and then casually wrote and expressed his intentions, but it was not serious after all.
If it's an ordinary person, it's fine, but he knows that this person has such an ability to look down upon the world.
I even felt a little bit of honor unconsciously in my heart, it seems that because he can still look down on his Taoism, he has a kind of unwillingness to cultivate his life.
When Hong Yangzi was surprised that he had such a thought, first he did not feel anger, but helpless.
Before arriving, he had already given up in his heart.
After all, the Emperor Buddha was his opponent for most of his life, and finally defeated the opponent, it is not difficult to accept it. Finally, the Dao Tong in the Taoist Temple heard the master say, "Tong'er keeps this handwritten book in good health. In the future, it may be more precious than our fundamental Taoist formula."
The night is as cool as water, the distant lake is like a mirror, and in the cold night, it is like ink.
The sky and the moon are already very big and round, the moon is perfect, and the rhyme of Taoism is natural.
Shen Lian Tongchao Xiaoyu sat on the small building next to the lake, quietly watching a bright moon in the middle of the lake. With the fluctuation of the water ripples, the full moon spreads out, and the waves shimmer, as if the lake is full of stars.
Moving towards Xiao Yumei~ My eyes flowed, Gu Pan Liuhui, leisurely said: "The scenery tonight is beautiful, I like it very much."
Shen Lian said: "He Ye has no moon, He Ye has no lake, but others are not as leisurely as you and me."
Chao Xiaoyu focused on Shen Lian's slender, white fingers, like sculptures made of ivory, with no trace of pores visible. With these two hands, you can play terrifying Taoism, and you can also use swordsmanship that is hard to find in the world, killing and saving people, all in the middle of thought.
She has never admired a person so much. Shen Lian was the first and definitely the last.
Chao Xiaoyu smiled slightly and said: "That's right, the most rare thing in the world is the word ‘freedom’. If I do, I’m happier than the gods."
Shen Lian sighed: "Xiao Yu, you are wrong. Being a **** in the world is not a happy thing."
"You are a little closer to the Immortal Buddha than me. It seems that I can't refute your sentence." She smiled.
"Xiao Yu, you are wrong again. To become an immortal and become a Buddha, you can't escape from the nature of human beings. The sacred and immortal Buddhas will eventually return to the end. They are only true beings who can escape from life and death and are still in reincarnation." Shen Lian Youyou said. , Seems to be telling a truth.
"In any case, it is also great to temporarily escape from life and death, but some people may not understand this." Chao Xiaoyu pointed out.
Shen Lian whispered: "Since you don't understand, then go and die."
Those like ivory sculptures, white ~ fair fingers, in an instant, they become like death sickle. In the time of a thought, ten fingers shook the void, and there was a slight trembling sound, like the sound of a spring under a moonlit night, and a heavy column of water appeared in the calm and waveless lake in an instant.
The sound of the wind whizzes everywhere.
Shen Lian's mana has also reached any place within one mile, subtle and subtle.
Every drop of lake water has become an extension of his perspective, and every drop of lake water can carry his mana.
What is the difference between him and the Immortal Buddha at this time, the way is endless, the law is endless.
The quiet water of the lake, there are turbulent waves, and even in a moment, I want to engulf the small buildings facing the lake. Jimo Peak in the distance towered into the clouds, silent for ever, and turned a blind eye to the roar of the lake.
In the sound of water, in the sound of wind, the sound of the heartbeat dissolves in it, and it is one whole body without any difference.
Even if you have the finest spiritual senses, you can never tell the difference.
Shen Lian didn't seem to tell the difference.
The moonlight is like water, and the lake is like a wave. In the void, half of the sword's point is pierced obliquely, like flowing water.
This sword has the unpredictable power of ghosts and gods. It has lost all the mysterious changes and only turned into a simple thorn.
It's as simple as a stab. Even if you practice it thousands of times, you won’t be able to stab it.
This sword pierced the void, eliminated the trace, was born in the void, and appeared suddenly, like a light and a shadow, fast as electricity.
Until the tip of the sword appeared, the killing intent filled the small building like a tide.
This thorn is going towards Xiaoyu.
The tip of the sword broke through the moonlight, and a bit of cold light pierced Shen Lian's eyes, making him feel a little cool.
The decisiveness brought about by thousands of hard work made him a little eager to try the sword intent of the Yuan Qing ancestor who had already turned into the soul.
It's not such a pure killing intent, it's not enough to arouse the sword intent inherited from the patriarch.
Even if Chao Xiaoyu encountered such a terrible assassination, she was still extremely calm. She was not frightened, but rather unreservedly trusted and refined, and she did not even condense mana.
The reaction of the sword in Shen Lian's body seemed to be faster than his thoughts. When his hands were naturally not letting go, he gently stretched them out, putting his white fingers together, and suddenly cut off when the sword tip was about to pierce the light rain. .
The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed to trembled thousands of times. An unimaginable terrifying force burst out in this small space.
That power is enough to destroy everything around, including the owner of the blade, this terrible assassin.
But those white~skinned fingers burst out with red light, the thick Taoism like the earth, flowing out, making people feel at ease.
The terrible energy that shakes the earth, after all, resembles a raging flood, and finally cannot withstand the weight of the earth. After releasing all the aftermath, it becomes quiet and it is difficult to make waves.
A drop of blood flowed from Shen Lian's fingers, quietly shining in the air.
Shen Lian flicked his fingers, and the blood beads turned into blood mist, covering the void, revealing a figure.
The blood mist was like a net, which bound him tightly, and then flicked his fingers on the tip of the sword, a handful of peerless magical soldiers, suddenly flooded by red light, suddenly turned into a pool of molten iron.
One palm is bloody.
That is the hand holding the sword, and it is also the hand of the assassin.
Beyond the blue sky, there is a sky beyond the sky. The assassin is naturally an assassin outside the sky.
While Shen Lian restrained him, a terrible wave of energy dissipated, blasting the entire small building to ashes, leaving nothing left, as if there had never been a small building in that location.
Shen Lian and Chao Xiaoyu are not in the building, but in the sky, among the white clouds, in the mercury-like moonlight ~ moist, Gao Jie produces dust.
Looking at the lake water swallowed the ashes of the small building and washed away all the traces, Shen Lian said: "Until now, I feel a little bit terrible."
Although Shen Lian defeated the assassin in an understatement, there was no joy in his heart.
Only Chao Xiaoyu understands this, because the assassin actually said that he blew himself up when he had practiced to this point, without nostalgia, this is the most terrifying thing about Tianwaitian, even far better than their killing technique.
The Taoist scriptures say, ‘the people do not fear death, but they are afraid of death’.
When a person can abandon his life at any time, and he has great magic power, the threat he poses can often exceed his realm itself.
What's more, there is far more than one organization like Tian Waitian who specializes in killing the Dao.
The monks around Jimo Peak received two messages.
Hong Yangzi was inspired by Shen Zhenren~IndoMTL.com~, determined to go into the mountains and never ask the world again.
At the same time, Tian Waitian returned to the task it had taken for the first time in a thousand years.
Both things are enough to cause turbulence, and it is said that what shocked the monks the most was that the person who made Tianwaitian retreat was still Qingxuan's Shen Zhenren.
Next, the minds of the various branches of Luo Sect received greetings from Shen Zhenren one by one, and those who had good things called them "Yan Luo Tie".
For a time, Qing Xuan Shen's reputation was so great that it overshadowed his brother Chen Jianmei, the master of killing.
There are even rumors-‘I'd rather see Yan Luo than Qingxia’.
Qingxia is another name for Shen Lian.
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