The boy knelt in front of the broken Buddha statue for three days and three nights. His clothes were no longer bright and his hair was unkempt, like a madman.
Yu Pu knelt with him for three days and three nights without any complaints.
The young monk turned his head to look at the boy, shook his head helplessly, and smiled bitterly.
This boy looks exactly like me when I was young, but he seems to be even more... impulsive than me.
Yu Pu, who was recognized by countless masters as "the fundamental evil of human nature", clasped his hands and hoped that this young man could keep his original intention and never let such a pure heart become dusty.
In the afternoon, the weather suddenly turned cold, and snow began to slowly fall in the sky.
Xie Xiangcai looked up at the sky. Snowflakes fell on his cheeks, slowly turned into water droplets, and then quickly fell down.
Yu Pu stood up slowly, turned around and looked behind him.
Hu Jie stood quietly.
"Get up."
Hu Jie sighed.
Xie Xiangcai stood up with his hands on the ground. The blood scabs formed on his knees were already several fingernails thick.
The young man held Yu Pu's arm beside him and tried his best to stand up straight without saying a word.
Hu Jie waved his palm lightly, and a strong wind blew up, rolling up Xie Xiangcai's body and carrying him towards the palace.
The two of them crossed the sky and finally landed in front of the main hall.
In front of the palace, a figure silently confronted several figures.
The lone figure on the back is naturally Murong Mingzhu, who is wearing a silver-white armor and a dragon-slaying sword hanging on his waist.
Once you have mastered swordsmanship, you can go and slay the real dragon where there is one.
In an instant, the sword energy soared to the sky. The young emperor, who was standing in the center of the people opposite him, frowned and stepped back behind the two people beside him. The two people stepped forward with their aura soaring to the sky, scattering the sharp sword condensed from Murong Mingzhu's head. gas.
On the right is Xu Hongqing, on the left is Hong Zhengchun.
The real military prime minister of the country is supervised in a python robe, and the leader of a hundred supervisors is in purple clothes and has a high crown.
The two eighth-level warriors were also recognized by Ouchi as the top three in killing power.
Murong Mingzhu was not afraid at all, she took another step forward, handed over a sword, and sent the sword energy three feet in front of Zhao Qingyan's eyebrows.
Hong Zhengchun, the Supervisor of Ceremonies, sneered, raised his withered fingers lightly, and shot out a ray of energy to knock down the oncoming sword energy. Then he flashed forward, his palms bent into claws, and pointed directly at Murong Mingzhu's neck.
However, just as Hong Zhengchun's figure disappeared from the spot, the space between heaven and earth was squeezed, and the vast primordial power turned into a cage and fell from the sky, imprisoning Si Li in it.
Xu Hongqing on the side frowned and stood still.
Hu Jie grabbed Xie Xiangcai's collar and stepped forward, standing next to Murong Mingzhu.
He let go of Xie Xiangcai and threw him a pill. Then he turned his gaze to the people opposite him and said with a faint smile, "Old Wu, you can do whatever you want. Even if you want to demolish this palace, I will support you." .”
Murong Mingzhu nodded slightly and clenched the Dragon-Slaying Sword in her hand.
He took a deep breath and then held the sword in both hands.
The original power fell from the sky, poured into Baihui, and went straight to Wugen.
It’s as if he’s about to break through!
Trapped by love, I cannot draw the sword. Today, when I draw the sword, everyone is shocked.
In the vast sky, the Sword Immortal tablet that had been silent for a long time burst out with thousands of feet of light.
The sword-handling immortal who was in charge of thousands of swords in the world in the previous life has returned to his position at this moment.
Hong Zhengchun's figure suddenly stiffened in the cage of heaven and earth. The cage collapsed in an instant. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his figure flew out and landed heavily in the court hall. Most of the hall collapsed in an instant.
Zhao Qingyan looked livid, but because of Hu Jie, she finally chose to remain silent.
After Hu Jie dealt with Hong Zhengchun, he turned his eyes to Xu Hongqing and clapped his hands. Just when he was about to sneer, a figure walked out of the ripples that appeared out of thin air.
The old master held a fly whisk and slowly landed on the ground. His illusory figure came to Hu Jie and said with a stern voice, "Hu Jie, stop!"
Hu Jie laughed loudly, "Old man, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
The old master shouted, "What about the fate of this country?"
As soon as the words fell, invisible energy dropped from the sky, which was unprecedented and made Hu Jie tremble.
The two people behind Hu Jie, Xie Xiangcai, instantly fell to the ground, unable to raise their heads again.
Killing intent surged in Hu Jie's eyes. On the top of the three mountains of Mount Qian, thousands of miles away, the golden light array quietly rotated, and a thousand-foot-long Dharma statue slowly took shape.
The golden Dharma elephant has the body of a bull and the head of an ox. It is holding a demon-conquering pestle and crushing the entire mountain with the soles of its feet. It wants to split the mountain and water barrier with the pestle and crash into Anqing City.
The whisk fell from the old master's hand again, and the Dharma image on the top of the mountain, ready to break through the shackles of the mountains and rivers, suddenly stiffened and could not move another half step.
The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the dust in his hand red.
Hu Jie refused to give up and made seals with his hands, wanting to show his trump card.
"Master, no!"
A loud shout came from a distance, and then a figure flew towards him like an arrow and blocked the old master.
The third young master is dressed in a black and red python robe, standing tall and straight in front of his master and junior brother.
"Zhao Zhengliang, leave quickly!"
Xu Hongqing's expression changed slightly and he shouted.
As the eldest son of Prince An Chun, Zhao Zhengliang, now an official in Anqing court, confronted the emperor regardless of the consequences.
In fact, it is a confrontation with force.
Third Young Master Zhao Zhengliang waved his hand, and the pressure floating in the sky suddenly dissipated. Immediately, the old Imperial Master vomited blood and retreated with complicated eyes.
Zhao Zhengliang's face turned pale, and he ducked behind Hu Jie and helped his two junior brothers up.
Then he came to the Imperial Preceptor, cupped his hands and said, "Official Li is here to receive the punishment."
Zhao Qingyan ignored Xu Hongqing's dissuasion, stepped forward, glared at Zhao Zhengliang and said, "What a courtesy official, what a prince of An Chun, what a third son of Qingmeng City!"
Zhao Zhengliang lowered his head and clasped his hands tightly.
After a moment, he suddenly raised his head and was about to speak when the old Imperial Master turned around, bowed to Zhao Qingyan and said, "Your Majesty, I would like to make a suggestion."
Zhao Qingyan suppressed her anger and asked in a deep voice, "What plan?"
The old Imperial Master took a deep breath and said, "I observe the celestial phenomena. It will snow heavily in Kyoto for three consecutive days. If the Fifth Young Master can withstand such a calamity without using martial arts, he can be allowed to see Concubine Yan."
Zhao Qingyan's expression suddenly changed, and just when she was about to scold him, Xu Hongqing's heartfelt voice came to her ears.
He swallowed back the words he almost blurted out and nodded unexpectedly.
Hu Jie's expression changed drastically and he roared angrily, "Old dog!!!"
Zhao Zhengliang's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
When the situation was tense, Murong Mingzhu stepped forward and pressed Hu Jie's hands.
He took a deep breath, put the Dragon-Slaying Sword back into its scabbard, and said in a cold voice, "Okay."
Everyone was silent.
Hu Jie stared at the old imperial master and the young emperor. After a long time, he lowered his hands in frustration and stopped talking.
Everything has its destiny.
This is Murong Mingzhu's fate, and it is his own choice.
Murong Mingzhu suddenly turned around and looked at her younger junior brother, who was still a teenager, with a friendly smile, just like when the two met for the first time.
He stepped forward, took off the long sword from his waist, and tied it to Xie Xiangcai's back.
The young man raised his head suddenly, as if he understood something, and firmly grabbed Murong Mingzhu's hand.
Murong Mingzhu smiled and shook her head, using a little strength to break free from Xie Xiangcai's hand.
Zhao Qingyan, Xu Hongqing and the old Imperial Master walked towards the main hall silently. Murong Mingzhu took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and smiled bitterly.
Then he walked step by step to the steps in front of the main hall. After a few breaths of silence, he turned around and kowtowed three times to Hu Jie, and then knelt on his knees facing the main hall.
In the deep courtyard, the jade comb in Xie Yan's hand, who was dressing up in front of the mirror, suddenly broke into two pieces.
She looked at the bronze mirror in astonishment, then stood up suddenly and rushed out of the courtyard.
In the sky, snowflakes fell for no apparent reason.
"Your Majesty, it's been cold recently, so please put on more clothes."
The old master dusted himself on the ground, lowered his head and sighed.
Xu Hongqing smiled slightly, looked at the sky outside the window, and murmured to himself, "It hasn't snowed so heavily in hundreds of years..."
Zhao Qingyan sat on the dragon chair, flipping through the books beside her, and her heart stopped.
"It's not hundreds of years, it's a thousand years..."
The snow falls on Yanshan Mountain and sheds tears for thousands of years, and the bright pearl secretly drops into the sky in sorrow.
It snowed heavily that day, and within a few hours, the roofs of every house were covered with quilts.
Xie Xiangcai sat beside the lamp, his dragon-slaying sword buzzing in his hand, like a person sobbing.
Withered shadows stood in the snow, and the snowdrifts were three people high.
Heaven is happy, earth is happy, and people are happy.
Beauty...how?
