Unconsciously, it has been more than five years since the pacification of the rebel army.
The two sides fought back and forth. Today you slaughter my city, tomorrow I will destroy your county, and the day after tomorrow I will give you a free card. However, those who died in the battle were basically low-level monks.
Charge into the battle under the golden elixir, Nascent Soul old monster watches the fire from the other side, and the mortal-killing power lurks in seclusion behind the scenes to make clouds and rain. These have long become the default rules of the game for all monks.
Otherwise, high-level monks would end up overturning thousands of miles of mountains and rivers at every turn, and causing the earth to collapse with just a wave of their hand. How could the battle be fought? What's the point even if you win?
Is it possible for one person to guard an empty city and act as a mere commander?
Besides, Dong Yunyue is not a vase.
Back then, she shot out like a dragon, provoked five sects and seven looks, and shocked the world. Now, although her life and death are uncertain, as long as no one can confirm the news of her death, it is a deterrent.
Spring begins.
Under Chen Yi's careful instruction, Xiudong and Chunlei entered Yuanying, and mastered the Qingyu Mengzi Jue. The realm of the other maids also improved greatly, and they all respected him as a god.
One night.
The kendama hanging on his waist suddenly trembled, it was Dongyun taking advantage of him.
Without thinking.
The lips and teeth opened and closed, and the Eighteen-level Sword Against the Sea turned into a stream of light and flew out: after a hundred breaths, the Buddha's light appeared in the northwest, the golden lotus of the wonderful Dharma bloomed, the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, and the monks chanted sutras.
Immediately afterwards.
The shadow of an ancient sword suddenly fell, and the entire northwest land was shaken by the earth.
The monk was extremely angry and looked towards Tai'an City:
"Your Excellency borrowed the sword from thousands of miles away to hinder the great cause of our temple. Aren't you afraid of the imminent disaster?"
The millions of divine swords in Tai'an City sounded in unison, sonorous and exciting, like God's will coming from afar:
"roll!"
In Shangyang Palace.
The young swordsman didn't even open his eyes, but the eminent monk of Wuwei Temple, who was said to be indestructible, was already bleeding from all his orifices, and his golden body was covered with cracks. He gritted his teeth and gasped, retreating again and again.
Everyone watching the battle was stunned:
"That sword seems to have come from Tai'an City?"
"When did the Shenyu Imperial Court produce such a high-spirited swordsman again?"
"Oh my God, are you trying to destroy the Sun and Moon Sect?"
"The rise of the Shenyu Dynasty is a foregone conclusion, and it's time for us to consider our funeral arrangements."
The purple-skirted empress pointed her finger at Tai'an City, allowing the old monk to flee, with a proud look on her face:
"That's my man!"
…
a new day.
It's raining in Tai'an.
Chen Yi watched the rain, created his own sword technique of rain, and taught it to Xiudong and Chunlei.
The sword intention of Rain is sometimes strong and sometimes weak. When it is strong, it is indomitable. When it is weak, it is tolerant of all things. It is ever-changing and unpredictable. It is most suitable for women to practice.
"Son..."
"Um?"
"Have you always been like this...such a pervert?"
Xiudong and Chunlei, who had a panoramic view of each other's enlightenment process, felt that their original understanding of Taoism had all collapsed: the next rain creates a magical power...
Since when did magical powers become rotten cabbage on the street?
Create something if you want to?
Are ordinary monks like them allowed to live?
Riding a horse is outrageous!
"You're the pervert... stop talking nonsense and concentrate on your cultivation."
Afraid of damaging the confidence of the two women, Chen Yi would not tell them that as long as he wanted to, there was no magical power related to swords that he could not understand, unless limited by heaven and earth.
The ancient scriptures say that the Great Dao is fifty and the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine. If one is cut off, it is an indefinite number: and he is the one in the sword, giving birth to two, giving birth to three, and giving birth to all things.
The next three years were uneventful.
The two girls practiced hard and barely mastered the essentials of the Sword of Rain, but they still couldn't get the essence. Chen Yi simply sent them into the world to experience, and then excused themselves to retreat and return to the present world.
No. 308, Xingfu Community.
He habitually turned on his phone and saw dozens of missed calls, all from Ning Hongyi. He was about to call back when the ringtone rang and it was another call.
"Is this little girl in trouble?"
Chen Yi thought with a strange expression.
"Hello."
When the call was connected, the person on the other end got straight to the point and spoke in a hurried tone:
"Chen Yi, I have awakened from my past life."
"Um?"
Chen Yi was stunned for a moment, then said: "Hey, why don't you pretend to have amnesia? It was quite fun not to have fun at school last time... What, are you ready to fulfill your bet?"
"I'm not Chan Hongyi!"
The other party's words were surprising, mixed with a hint of uneasiness about the unknown.
Chen Yi thought he had answered the wrong phone number, so he confirmed the caller number again:
"What's the meaning?"
Ning Hongyi took a deep breath, word by word, and repeated:
"I said, my previous life was not Chan Hongyi!"
Chen Yiren was dumbfounded.
