Nightfall Chapter 129: Source of Calm (Part 2)

The coalition account is really big, and there are hundreds of people sitting at this time, still not crowded. And those people were very silent, so the empty big tent felt a little more quiet.

"This is the order of Lord God seat."

Bai Haixin looked at these people who expressed resistance in silence, and said indifferently: “Don’t think about the glory and respect you enjoy in the world in the denominations. Please be clear that we are in the army now and we are fighting the Tang Dynasty. , We are implementing Haotian’s will."

A strong practitioner from the Cave Profound Realm stared at him and said sharply: "The heavy cavalry can't rush over, what can we do? Who can hold the sound of the piano?"

Bai Haixin said: "Since you want you to abandon horses and fight, then the riders don't have to worry. As for the sound of the piano and flute... The Temple of Heaven is making amulets at this time, and they will be distributed to your hands later." /

"I don't want to hear more questions. All you need to do now is to accept."

Rather than waiting for the arrogant practitioners to speak out against him, he continued with expressionless expression: "Of course you have to perform things that ordinary soldiers can't do. Otherwise, what's the use of Taoism to support you?"

An angry voice sounded behind the crowd: "Isn't this sending us to death?"

Bai Haixin's face suddenly became cold, he looked at the voice and said, "Who is talking?"

No one answered, no one dared to answer, and no one dared to speak anymore.

At this time, there are hundreds of strong men in the army and practitioners from various countries and sects in the big tent. If it is normal, even if Bai Haixin is the Southern Jin general, it will not make them shudder, but now they are in the temple coalition. Everyone knows that Bai Haixin's words represent the meaning of Xiling Temple.

Being afraid to speak does not mean not thinking about it. The faces of the practitioners are very ugly. They all know that what the person said earlier is right. The Xiling Temple is to send these small sects of the vassal sect to die, and use their own death to consume the mental and physical strength of the disciples of the college...

"Think about your sect, whether it will last forever. Or disappear like fireworks, think about the relatives and disciples who stayed at home, think about the great existence above the sky."

Bai Haixin finished speaking and turned to leave the big account.

There is dead silence in the big tent, and silence at this time represents acceptance and has to accept.

Compared with the warm atmosphere at Qingxia, it is cold here.

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The rolling green hills block the warm moisture of the southern Daze. Qinghe County has always been famous for its four seasons like spring. However, it is late autumn after all. After nightfall, the temperature in the wilderness gradually decreased.

A bonfire was lit in the barracks.

The stars on the night sky were so dimly obscured by the silver rays of the bright moon, they were reflected by countless bonfires in the wilderness. It's getting more and more vague, if you don't look carefully, you might even think that there are no stars in the night sky.

More than twenty people were sitting around a bonfire.

These people are all disciples of the Southern Jin Jiange.

The disciples surrounded a man. The look is very respectful.

The man was dressed in linen, combed a simple bun, his face was ordinary and unremarkable, but his eyebrows were very distinctive, and the richness seemed to be drawn with ink pen.

On the ground beside him, there is a somewhat old golden crown.

Only emperors can wear golden crowns.

This man is not the emperor of any country.

He is the emperor of kendo, he is the saint of kendo.

He is Liu Bai, so Golden Crown is beside him.

"The idea of ​​the temple will certainly not be effective."

Liu Bai looked at the bright moon in the night dome. There was a long silence.

The disciples did not dare to ask questions, waiting for the teacher's second half.

"There were only a few people in the academy, and they came to stop the thousands of troops. It seemed extremely stupid, but they were not fools, so the temple wanted to pile up with human lives and exhausted Jun Mo's strength. It could not be effective."

Liu Yiqing coughed a little bit painfully, and said: "Although Mr. Er is mighty, after all, the manpower is sometimes poor, and with Mr. Er's arrogant and domineering tactics, it is difficult to persist for too long."

Today he was defeated again by the disciples of the college. Suffered a serious injury, but not as angry and sad as before. There is also enough calmness to analyze the situation.

"The temple thinks like you do, so all mistakes are the same."

Liu Bai said: "You all think that Jun Mo is proud and domineering, so every time he takes a sword, he will consume more thought and vigor, which cannot last, which is really absurd."

"Jun Mo’s iron sword, either smashed or slapped, seems to be more laborious than slashing, but it is not the case. That’s because you don’t understand that it uses strength to slash with a sword, and it wears an iron front. And his slap uses the vitality of the heaven and the earth, and that thick iron sword, if you want to wear it to destruction, I'm afraid you have to wait until the sky is old."

After saying this, the world's number one swordsman took out a twig that hadn't been burnt from the bonfire, slowly raised it to a foot in front of his eyebrows, and waved it down at will.

The breath of heaven and earth around the bonfire moved with the wave of the branches, and several thin and thin breaths stuck to the branches of the branches, and accumulated thicker and thicker with the wave, until finally condensed into A ball.

The branches of the willow white eventually fell into the bonfire.

The aura of heaven and earth condensed in front of the branches, scattered in the fire.

The bonfire ignited with a bang, and the flame stretched to the three-foot-high night sky, brightening the military camp.

An exclamation sounded all around, and after a while, it gradually stopped.

Liu Yiqing lowered his head, thinking in silence for a long time.

His eyes cannot see things, but his mind can clearly feel what that branch is doing.

"Mr. Two does not need strength to swing a sword. He uses the breath of heaven and earth to transport the sword, and in turn mobilizes the breath of heaven and earth to help the sword. This is not martial arts practice, nor is it a magic method, but... the same goes for different routes."

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the Qingxia that he couldn't see. His voice trembled and said: "This kind of kendo consumes the least mental and physical strength, and he can kill it all the time!"

"Your opinion is right or wrong."

Liu Bai threw half of the remnant branch in his hand into the bonfire, and said: "Say you are right, it was you who used Jun Mo to walk the sword, and that you were wrong, because you haven't understood him yet. I'm not borrowing heaven and earth to transport swords..."

"He is hitting people with heaven and earth."

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It was quiet by the campfire.

More than twenty Jiange disciples were silent and thoughtful. They follow the world's first strongest person to practice, practice sword hard, and have a proud swordsmanship. Therefore, they are often dissatisfied with the academy, and they are not happy with the pride of the second gentleman. But at this time they realized that there is a reason for pride in that person.

Liu Bai asked: "Where has Jun Mo's iron sword been?"

A disciple thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "When he didn't hold the sword, the iron sword was in front of him."

Liu Bai asked: "How far in front of him?"

No one paid attention to this detail.

Liu Bai said: "Only I will pay attention to this detail, because it was originally what Jun Mo wanted me to see. The iron sword has been...a foot and a half in front of him."

Everyone was surprised.

As everyone knows, the most famous kendo concept of the sword sage Liu Bai is to use the sword to carry the sword. Less than a foot in front of you.

A foot and a half is longer than a foot.

So a foot and a half in front of you are stronger than a foot in front of you?

Liu Bai knows his disciple's emotions at this time. With a slight smile, he said: "A practitioner must be confident, so pride is the most common appearance. I have seen many proud people in my life. For example, Ye Su, such as the dead judge, but I have never seen one. People are more proud than Jun Mo."

The disciples were silent.

"And pride. That's his way of taking death." Liu Bai smiled and said indifferently: "Because pride is an emotion, a true swordsman cannot have any extra emotions."

A disciple finally couldn't help it, and asked: "When are you going to shoot?"

"The temple is in a hurry, I am not in a hurry, Tang Guo is going to be destroyed, it must not be a matter of battle."

Liu Bai said: "This battle of Qingxia is a great opportunity for you to learn from the academy. Jun Mo is also my favorite opponent. As Bai Ri said, I must wait until he is the strongest. Will shoot."

All the disciples thought that Mr. Two held the sword to guard the Qingxia today, blood-stained the wilderness, and he did not retreat a step. He already seemed extremely powerful, and even felt invincible. Could he be stronger?

Liu Yiqing asked: "When is Mr. Er's strongest time?"

"Jun Mo is an ordinary person, so there will be ordinary people's behaviors, so today will save you a few lives, but when he holds the sword, he is no longer an ordinary person. When he started to get hurt. He started to get tired At that time, when he found that his pride was provoked. When he was really angry, when everyone thought he was going to fail, he was the most powerful at that time."

Liu Bai stood up and looked at the quiet Qingxia on the other side of the field, feeling the warm breath from there, and slowly put his hands behind him, without speaking for a long time.

The Jiange disciples also stood up and looked there, not knowing what he was looking at.

"The army is mighty, and the strong are gathered. When this is in danger, they are still in the mood to cook seriously. Um, the rice is a little burnt, but the taste of pickles is really good."

The night breeze came slowly, and Liu Bai heard the breath coming from the wind, and said with emotion: "This is life. Whether war or killing, the process that cannot be affected is life."

"Why are the disciples of the academy so peaceful? Not because of self-confidence, but because they are doing what they want to do, doing things that make themselves happy, so they do it for granted."

"My sword can be taken for granted, but I can't live like them."

Liu Bai looked at Qingxia and smiled and said, "The Academy is really a magical place. Unfortunately, the Master is no longer there. Otherwise, I really want to live there for a few years."

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The second day of the Battle of Qingxia.

The weather is gloomy and it seems to be raining.

The smell of blood in the wilderness has become more intense.

The aroma of millet porridge in the pot is also very strong.

Everyone praised the pickles that Sangsang had pickled in Houshan back then, and they started drinking porridge.

Drinking magnificent mountains and rivers.

After drinking the porridge, everyone put on the armor for the second brother.

The second brother walked into the wilderness holding the iron sword.

Sister Seven did not sleep well last night. She rubbed her astringent eyes and said, "Be careful."

The porridge is full today.

Everything is suitable.

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