Zhao Qingli sat cross-legged at the table quietly, raised his hand and grabbed the plain wine jar that had been thrown away by Hidden Dragon, and poured two glasses on his own.
He raised a glass to himself and drank it all.
The other cup was obviously reserved for Xin Zhuo.
Xin Zhuo glanced at her straight back, waist-length hair, and the sword that never left her side. It should not be the terrifying sword that transcended her realm that day in the Guoshan Sect.
This woman's temperament is somewhat similar to Zhe Feiyan.
Flying swallow!
The concubine of that year.
The saint of the Dry Sword Cave.
A hundred years have passed, and she has long forgotten those years. Maybe she has her own situation, school, ambition, and cultivation.
Xin Zhuo walked over, picked up another glass of wine, drank it in one gulp, and sat aside.
Zhao Qingli glanced at him: "I am Zhao Qingli, a descendant of the Zhao family in the Sandao Mountains of Donghua Mingyu. I want to know the reason why you were hunted down by Sandaoshan in Donghua Mingyu?"
Xin Zhuo frowned: "Not a foreign race? Donghua Mingyu Sandao Mountain? I would like to ask you, what is your reason?"
If a foreign race comes after me, it is understandable that they want to take back some strange fire and water. After all, the Cow King was also tricked by me in the sea of suffering, but Donghua Sandao Mountain still wants to chase me. Is it really shameless?
Zhao Qingli was slightly startled, pulled back his hair around his ears, and asked, "You really don't know?"
Xin Zhuo nodded: "I really don't know!"
Zhao Qingli frowned: "I don't believe that even the masters of the Jiang family in your own family want to chase you back, or suppress you on the spot, you must have done something unnatural!
Otherwise, they will never treat you like this to a monster talent who can break the Qing Emperor's taboo, climb to the top of the Buddha's Light Pagoda, and defeat the most powerful master of the Great Saint Realm in this area with one move.
Did you know that all the masters in the Buddhist temple are talking about you, Xiao Xumi Temple, and today's battle, you have become famous in this area. "
Xin Zhuo smiled and said, "So, it's my fault?"
Zhao Qingli didn't know whether it was okay or not, so she poured another glass of wine. Her mentality had changed a lot, and she no longer had any hostility toward Xin Zhuo. This came from her favor and respect for a descendant of the evildoer. She had traveled through the world in these years, and her life and death only lasted a moment. She finds people like Xin Zhuo very interesting.
Xin Zhuo thought for a while: "Since you can contact Sandao Mountain, and your surname is Zhao, do you know Zhao Tong'er?"
Zhao Qingli looked at him: "Tong'er is my cousin. She is a very talented girl among the younger generations of the Zhao family. She also possesses divine objects from heaven and earth. But when I entered the holy realm, she was still babbling. Why did she mention it? she?"
Xin Zhuo said: "Donghua Mingyu was defeated at the hands of foreigners. She, I and the five disciples from the Three Dao Mountains were exiled and allowed to be killed by the foreigners!"
Zhao Qingli was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said: "Do you really think that the Three Daoshan Mountains of Donghua Mingyu were defeated? That was just a stopgap measure. If you are exiled, you will definitely be protected by experts!
What you see in this world may not be true! "
"You, a family with a long heritage, have too many tricks."
Xin Zhuo poured a glass of wine, looked directly at Zhao Qingli and said: "But one thing remains unchanged. I advise you to kill me, but you'd better not give up!"
Zhao Qingli said in surprise: "There are still people in the world who ask others to kill them. Why?"
Xin Zhuo said: "It's easy to say, if I don't die, not a single blade of grass will grow on the three mountains of Donghua Mingyu, and all your families will be killed above the wheels!"
What he said was light and seemed to be a joke, but Zhao Qingli could hear a hint of persistence, a kind of ambition that would never give up. Her heart trembled for no reason, and she looked at Xin Zhuo carefully: "It's just you?"
Xin Zhuo stopped talking and poured two glasses of wine.
Zhao Qingli stopped drinking, turned around and went out. He stopped for a moment when he reached the door and said: "No one denies your talent, even everyone looks up to you. You are indeed a good warrior.
No matter what you have done, if Donghua Mingyu is to pursue you, you'd better find a way to survive. Those who want to kill you will never give up!
Also, you need to know the truth that disaster comes from the mouth. If you destroy the Three Daoshan Mountains, you, Jiang Yuqing, will never have the slightest chance in this life. You are as humble as dust. "
"Um!"
Xin Zhuo smiled.
Zhao Qingli stepped into the heavy snow and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Xin Zhuo was silent for a moment, closed the door of the Zen room, and sat cross-legged next to the stove. He first used his mental skills to carry several great Zhoutians, and then used the "Nine-ring Jade Pure Bottle" to smooth the body that had just broken through the realm, and then observed the changes in the Danhai. .
He needs to use the "Five Elements and Eight Parts of Heavenly Dragons" to fuse the bodhi tree in the elixir sea at the right opportunity, and then practice it to come out.
Gradually fall into concentration.
The night is dark.
Outside the room, the snow was getting heavier, the wind was howling, and there was a faint sound of wooden fish coming from nowhere.
At this moment, a strange fragrance filled the room, and a graceful figure was entangled in Xin Zhuo's arms, which were filled with nephrite for a moment.
Zhao Qingli is back again? What is she doing?
Xin Zhuo tried to open his eyes, but he felt that his eyelids were extremely heavy and he could not open them. His body was extremely weak.
A gentle and pleasant voice suddenly sounded in my ears: "Little guy, tell me, where did your Buddhist skills come from? That is not the Buddha Light Pagoda's skills!"
Zhizhu Bodhisattva?
Xin Zhuo's heart was beating wildly. What does this eminent Buddhist monk want to do? I can speak?
As if he didn't need to speak, gentle and delicate hands pressed on his chest.
Then, he leaned very close and exhaled like a blue breath: "You are weird and can't understand the Five Sacred Paths. Cultivating sentient beings. You want to be a sentient person. Your martial arts is impure. Little guy, you want to have fun in the water." ?"
You are a Buddhist monk, you are a Bodhisattva, please be serious!
Unable to be serious.
"Buddha cultivates the appearance of all living beings. The Buddha still had a wife and children. I bet that you will be the supreme one in this life. I am willing to cultivate the appearance of all living beings with you and end the cause and effect of Buddhism!"
The figure coiled around his body like a snake, and all his emotions could not be infinitely magnified in an instant.
Nephrite is warm and fragrant...
confusing……
I don’t know how long it took, but it was already bright and the wind and snow outside had stopped. A group of young novices were cleaning the ground.
Xin Zhuo opened his eyes suddenly, gasped desperately, and then patted his body. Fortunately, his clothes were still there.
dream?
It has been decades since I started practicing martial arts and I haven’t had a dream. This feels really strange.
Suddenly, he felt that his mouth was swollen, and at the same time he smelled a strange fragrance on his body. When he lowered his head, he discovered that there were traces of blood on the ground and a cluster of splashing water stains in the distance.
"?"
He stood up suddenly, feeling his scalp numb.
"Bang..."
The door was pushed open, and Zanglong and Ni Cangtian walked in side by side. Then they were stunned for a moment, sniffed, and looked around.
"There's something wrong with you!" Zanglong narrowed his eyes.
Xin Zhuo couldn't help but cursed: "If this goes right, the damn sows can climb trees, and I don't even want to. I really don't understand!"
Zanglong and Ni Cangtian came together: "What happened?"
Xin Zhuo sighed and said: "The story is not long and easy to tell, but I am too lazy to tell it!"
"Don't say pull me down!"
Zanglong said: "Let's go, Lord Lingzhe summons us!"
…
In the afternoon, it snowed heavily again.
Tens of thousands of outsiders and a group of Buddhas in Xiaoxumi Temple all left under the watch of Venerable Lingzhe.
The mountain gate of the Zhenwu Sect millions of miles away has been opened! ! ! The warriors in the world surged like a tide.
Xin Zhuo and Ni Cangtian left last.
Xin Zhuo looked back at Venerable Lingzhe and several old monks with white beards. I don't know if it was because of his inner feelings, but he always felt that the smiles on their faces were weird.
"Master Lingzhe won't go?" Xin Zhuo asked.
"Amitabha!"
Venerable Lingzhe was dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, looking indescribably handsome and free. "The poor monk has fulfilled his Buddha image and will not enter the mortal world. It is time for the three venerables of the Little Sumeru Buddha and the Great Sumeru Temple to come!"
Xin Zhuo nodded and glanced deep into the quiet Xiao Xumi Temple: "I wonder where the Zhizhu Bodhisattva is?"
Venerable Lingzhe's expression was unabashedly weird: "The Bodhisattva has gone to Dashumi Temple for meditation. I wonder what my junior brother is looking for to see the Bodhisattva?"
Hidden Dragon and Ni Cangtian also looked at Xin Zhuo with strange expressions.
Xin Zhuo coughed lightly: "Just ask!"
He bowed his hands and said, "I'm leaving now. Goodbye!"
Walking side by side with the Hidden Dragon duo.
It wasn't until we got off Xiao Sumeru Mountain that Venerable Lingzhe behind him said in a loud voice like a bell: "Junior brother inherits the wisdom root of Tathagata and has a predestined relationship with the Buddha. The poor monk is willing to be your brother brother, but the road ahead is difficult, so go slowly!"
(End of chapter)
