"Um!"
Fang Muyun nodded, signaled the others to stop talking, looked at Xia Houxiao and said, "We haven't seen each other for many years, brother Xiahou's style remains the same."
"Fang Muyun, do you want to stand up for them?" Xia Houxiao still looked indifferent to Fang Muyun's greetings.
"It's not about standing up, it's about talking about cooperation."
Fang Muyun was not angry because of Xiahou Xiao's attitude, and smiled gently: "They are all a group of children who don't understand etiquette. Although they offended Brother Xiahou, Brother Xiahou also taught them a lesson. How about letting it go?"
"What if I don't?" Xia Houxiao said.
"If you have to be merciful, please be merciful." Fang Muyun said with a smile: "They are all a group of children who are inexperienced in the world. They have no bad intentions. As an elder, why should Brother Xiahou care so much with a group of juniors?"
"Tsk tsk... This Fang Muyun is indeed a scholar. He has turned right and wrong in just a few words. It's amazing!" Ye Qing curled his lips.
This was obviously the fault of Xia Gongyang and others, but after Fang Muyun said this, it seemed that Xia Houxiao was bullying others and being aggressive.
"I never know how to be merciful and merciful. I only know that this is a river and a lake. Jianghu always only pays attention to grievances and revenge!"
Xia Houxiao said coldly: "But you are right in one sentence. There is really no need for me to argue with a group of useless people who have never seen the world."
"Then I'll settle it with you!"
"It seems that Brother Xiahou is unwilling to be kind anymore."
Fang Muyun said helplessly: "Then what does Brother Xiahou want?"
It's not that he has nothing to do and has to stand up for a few people, but that these people have quite good backgrounds. His parents are either great scholars in the academy or heads of wealthy families in various places, and he also studied in Jixia Academy. There is a certain degree of affection between the two parties.
In addition, these people came from Sihai City with them and were members of their team. He could not sit idly by and ignore them, at least in front of him, so nothing could happen to them.
Of course, he is also confident that he can easily solve this matter.
"Take my three blows. After three blows, the grudges will disappear." Xia Houxiao looked at Fang Muyun with a fierce fighting spirit.
"The Four Seas Alliance is about to begin. It won't be too late for us to fight again by then. Why should Brother Xiahou be anxious?" Fang Muyun said.
"The Four Seas Alliance is a battle of victory and death, and now it's about settling the grudges, until the end."
Xia Houxiao said calmly: "If you don't want to, then get out of here and don't wade into this muddy water."
"Since Brother Xiahou insists on doing this, then Fang has no choice but to sacrifice his life to accompany this gentleman."
Fang Muyun smiled and said, "Brother Xiahou, please give me some advice."
"readily!"
Xia Houxiao said, his body slightly arched, his sharp edge not visible, like a knife hidden in a sheath.
The next moment, Xia Houxiao took a step forward, and within one step, there was wind and thunder close at hand, and the sun rose into the sky.
The sun rises for nine days, the sky and the earth are red, and the world is stained with blood.
There is no sword in heaven and earth, but there are swords everywhere;
The murderous intention is not obvious, but there is blood in the world.
In an instant, even the onlookers who retreated dozens of feet away felt chills all over their bodies and trembled in their hearts.
But seeing Fang Muyun under nine days, his smile remained unchanged, and he saw a painting slowly unfolding in front of him.
There are mountains rising and falling, appearing in the human world;
There are rivers flowing in the sky;
There are birds and beasts neighing and running through the mountains and forests;
As the scroll unfolds, there are thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the beautiful world.
The next moment, the nine suns fell, the mountains collapsed, the rivers dried up, and the red ground was thousands of miles away.
For a time, the energy was like a strong wind, stirring thousands of miles;
The world seems to be at the end of the world, the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is blowing.
After ten breaths, the nine days disappeared, and the mountains and rivers were gone. Only a scroll remained, which slowly burned and turned into ashes.
Other than that, everything is fine, as if everything before was just a dream.
"Nine days across the sky, the world is stained with blood. This nine-day sky with red sun is truly worthy of its reputation." Fang Muyun said calmly.
"Taking Tao into painting is worthy of being a disciple of Buddha." Xia Houxiao said.
"Painting Buddha? Who is painting Buddha?"
Someone wondered.
"You don't even know how to paint Buddha. He is one of the Confucian saints who entered Taoism through painting. He is best at painting wind, moon, landscapes, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, so he is praised by the world as a painter of Buddha."
Someone replied: "Fang Muyun is extremely talented, especially in the way of painting. He has studied painting with Buddhism for nine years, and he has integrated the painting skills of painting into himself. He is praised by Painting Buddhism as a rare thing in painting for a hundred years." A once-in-a-lifetime genius.”
"It turns out that Fang Muyun is a disciple of Buddha painting. No wonder just one painting blocked Xia Houxiao's red sun."
"The first blow was so powerful, I wonder what the next two blows will be like?"
"Look, it's started."
At this time, I saw Xia Houxiao using his hand as a knife and his arm as an axis, horizontally across his chest. The Qi of his whole body was rising steadily, and his blood was soaring to the sky.
Seeing this, Fang Muyun's face became slightly solemn, and another scroll flew out of his sleeve and slowly unfolded.
Suddenly, the Buddha's light suddenly appeared, and the sound of Zen burst out.
In the Buddha's light, there are one hundred and eight vajra, stepping on the lotus and arriving;
After the Arhats, seventy-two Arhats sat down on their shoulders;
Arhat appeared, followed by thirty-six venerables, chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name.
One hundred and eight Arhats, with angry Vajra eyes;
Seventy-two Arhats form a great formation to subjugate demons;
The thirty-six venerables are like saving all sentient beings.
In one painting, King Kong's eyes are angry, and Arhats form a formation to save all living beings, just like the Buddha's kingdom on earth.
"What a picture of Buddhas filling the sky."
Looking at the Vajra Arhat and the Venerable Bodhisattva in the sky, Feng Qingyou praised: "In the past, I once painted a painting of Buddha. After the painting was completed, one hundred and eighty thousand Buddhas appeared. The sound of thunder descended from the west, suppressing thousands of evil spirits in an instant. There were thousands of wonderful scenes. , rare in the world.”
"Although this painting by Fang Muyun is not as majestic and majestic as the Buddha painting, it still captures its essence. The Buddhist charm is incorporated into the painting and all the gods and Buddhas are visible in the sky. It is really extraordinary."
"It's indeed amazing." Ye Qing also nodded with a solemn expression.
Facing Fang Muyun's vajra glare, Arhat subduing demons, and the venerable array, Xia Houxiao's expression remained unchanged, and he used his hand as a sword and swung it out.
Suddenly, with Xia Houxiao's waved hand as the boundary, the sky was divided into two parts: upper and lower. The turbid air turned into black dust, the clear air rose into white, and the middle was chaos.
Heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, and everything returns to chaos.
First, the one hundred and eight diamonds turned into nothingness;
Then there is the demon-suppressing formation, as brittle as paper, with the seventy-two Arhats breaking at the waist;
Finally, there are the thirty-six venerables, whose yin and yang are like grinding, and every inch is cracked.
After killing the Vajra, slaying the Arhat, and annihilating the Venerable, the power of that sword was still inexhaustible, even more powerful than before. The yin and yang merged to obliterate everything.
But the scroll, which was only two-thirds unfolded, suddenly unfolded completely. The twelve Bodhisattvas lowered their eyebrows, and the Buddha's light shone everywhere, reflecting the three worlds for all eternity.
The Buddha's light collided with the sword's will, the Bodhisattva entangled with Yin and Yang, and the world became colorful and fragmented.
The onlookers couldn't bear it, they retreated again and again, their expressions changed again and again.
After a few breaths, when the light dissipated, the Bodhisattva Buddha Kingdom no longer existed, and the Yin and Yang sword light also disappeared. Only the ground within a radius of dozens of feet became fragmented and the void was annihilated.
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