In the early morning, the bright sunshine is shining, the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain are covered with clothes, and a man dressed in snow-white is leisurely boxing, walking in a circle and walking slowly.
His pair of extremely pure golden eyes were calm and unruffled.
After a long time of punching, he turned around and looked at the woman behind him who had been waiting for a long time without saying a word. He smiled softly, picked up the porridge box in her hand, took her hand, sat down next to Tianchi, and started eating. breakfast.
The two of them didn't speak, just drank porridge quietly, like an old couple who loved each other. Although they didn't have a sweet and intense love, they were calm and peaceful as the years passed. Whenever there was still half a bowl of porridge in Gui Liu's hand, Wang Sizhi would take another spoonful and fill it up for him. This was repeated several times until she wanted to give him her share. Gui Liu, who had been forcing his stomach to continue eating, finally couldn't bear it. I couldn’t stand it any longer and said, “Sizhi, I’ll be exhausted if I eat any more.”
Wang Sizhi groaned. Although he had no appetite, he still lowered his head and finished the remaining half bowl of porridge. Then he took the initiative to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, put them into the box, stood up and glanced at Gui Liu, "Let's go."
The two of them slowly descended the Qingyun Ladder, covered by clouds and shrouded in mist.
In Linxi Thatched Cottage, Jin Zhi washed herself up, put on a white dress, and then sat on the bed, lost in thought in front of the fire that was making tea. Qiuli was doing embroidery, and accidentally pricked her finger last night. A drop of blood smeared on the snow-white gauze, like a delicate plum blossom.
Taozhi stayed up all night and sat on the boulder by the stream for the whole night. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and old and new tears overlapped.
Not far away, the white snow-like light snow quietly wiped the Three Swords of Spring and Autumn. Wherever it was wiped, the green edge was as clear as water.
For the first time today, the old abbot did not get up early to read the forbidden books. He stood high on a towering corner with a solemn expression. Standing behind him was a young and fit man. He clasped his hands towards the white-haired figure, bowed slightly, and said softly: "Amitabha."
In a certain thatched cottage, a little girl squatted at the door, holding a big, fat white cat in her hands, patting its head gently over and over again, as if talking to it, or talking to herself, squeezing out a Smiling, "You can go down the mountain in a while. Are you happy?"
After drinking a few mouthfuls of porridge, Qingxue shouldered the Three Swords of Spring and Autumn and slowly opened the door and walked out. I happened to meet Qiuli who was also coming out.
The two people who seldom talked to each other just glanced at each other and then went their separate ways.
Taozhi, who was sitting on the boulder, wiped away his tears and stood up, not heading down the mountain, but towards the thatched cottage where Jin Zhi lived.
Gui Liu, who had always been silent, looked into the distance and could already see the glazed archway in the distance. He suddenly let go of Wang Sizhi's hand, stopped and said softly: "Sizhi, just send it here."
Wang Sizhi turned around and stared at him, calmly and silently, her glazed red eyes showing no emotion.
Guiliu was a little at a loss, "Don't you have anything you want to tell me?"
Wang Sizhi asked: "What about you?"
Guiliu suddenly hugged her so hard that she unconsciously moved back a few steps. Even though she was not short, she still looked very petite when held tightly in the arms of this tall man.
"wait me back."
These four words were very light, but they hit Wang Sizhi's heart like a heavy boat slowly passing by, causing ripples.
"I'm waiting for you."
She trembled and her eyes suddenly turned red.
Geiliu pinched her cheek and said with a smile: "If I can survive this time and stay in Shuanghua City, don't even think about running away. Just have a little Geiliu with me."
Her face turned red with embarrassment, she stepped on his foot slightly and whispered: "My daughter is also very good..."
Guiliu smiled even happier, rubbed her little head, and said softly, "Let's go," as if it was a simple farewell.
Turning around, there was a breeze blowing, and the white snow on her body was a bit dazzling in the sun.
On the narrow road, one person left slowly, and another stopped to see him off.
She didn't think of it, and he didn't know that the nationwide rebellion five hundred years ago was just like the scene before her. The Empress of the Sui Dynasty with bright red eyes stopped where she was and looked at the blood-stained dragon for the last time. The man in robe walked out of the palace city.
Almost all of the thousands of pilgrims in Mount Fanke saw the one hundred and eight Buddhas standing on top of the 108 Buddhas, dressed in white with big sleeves fluttering.
He put one hand on the scabbard, took a deep breath, and charged forward boldly!
Ling Feng stepped forward, and lotuses grew at every step, and behind him was a carpet of swaying purple and golden lotuses.
The scenes in front of me are things I have never dared to recall since my travels. They are scars that can never be erased from my heart.
In the depths of a pair of pure golden eyes, there is a black dot of mustard seeds a hundred feet away.
Like an immortal flying across the glazed archway in the wind, Gui Liu's hand caressing the handle of the knife slowly lifted it up an inch.
After keeping his sword closed for so long, Lu Shui finally took an inch out of its sheath. The breeze blowing in front of me was like pieces of silk.
After that, they were only a dozen feet apart.
Always calculating their efforts on the chessboard in the dark, at this moment, these mortal enemies with a huge age gap finally met each other.
No longer struggling to suppress the anger in his heart, the snow-white body had long been scarlet-eyed, with overwhelming murderous intent, and the white hair danced like a demon, roaring angrily, "Fuck you!"
Then it hits straight away!
The Lushui exploded violently, and all the pilgrims could hear a huge thunder that shook the earth. Fanke Mountain seems to have a green waterfall hanging from south to north that is thousands of miles long, but it is not a mighty water, but like a mountain and river sword energy. This white-haired man had left his body and wandered around the Lotus Cave. He had witnessed the blue-shirted swordsman drawing his sword. His heart was agitated and he felt deeply. Today, the sword was not only similar in appearance but also in spirit!
There is something gained from walking on the river, there is something gained from looking up at the stone carvings on the cliffs, watching the emperors conferring Zen through the ages, and finally seeing with your own eyes the Confucian saint who forged this sword two hundred years ago, and you get the true and pure meaning of the sword.
This sword was an all-out blow from the sixth-grade Great Perfection, but the vision of heaven and earth it displayed had already touched the threshold of a seventh-grade Grandmaster!
Yao Tiao, who was dressed in white, had his hands behind his head, admiring the grace of the sword in a leisurely manner. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his fist power suddenly increased.
After the ancient swordfish intestines crushed the sword energy three feet around him, it could not move forward one step and trembled.
Yao Tiao looked at the cold woman in front of him and said with a smile: "Originally Xie Guanzhao really wanted to fight with you, a ten thousand enemy, but Wu Peixian was afraid of making mistakes, so he had no choice but to take the order to stop the ten thousand cavalry. When I left, I was reluctant and asked me to be merciful, saying that I would fight you again in the future."
Yao Tiao took a step forward and smiled, "I have never seen the secret documents of the imperial palace in the early years when I was working in the palace. If I remember correctly, you should have been ranked eighteenth in the Military Review at that time, but after reading it over the years Your performance is too much. So Xie Guanzhao is very optimistic about you. I don’t think so. Of course, if you can catch my ten punches, that’s another matter.”
Pulling the fist back, a terrifying pressure suddenly hit the sky, and the sea of clouds began to roll and droop. ,
Twice, he nearly ranked among the top ten in the martial arts review with the sixth level of Dzogchen. He was able to escape from death when the entire Dafeng Dynasty was surrounded and killed, and he was able to make the old emperor of Dafeng sincerely and helplessly praise him as "the boxing immortal in white clothes."
Only Yao Tiao.
He suddenly turned his head and looked into the distance with gentle eyes.
"Kill one last time, and then I'll go back and marry you."
The narrow mountain road is surrounded by tall and steep cliffs with tens of thousands of people on both sides. The iron-clad pagodas as black as the tide seem to be rushing towards the mountain pass.
Wearing new armor, Wang Zhenyi raised his head and looked far into the distance. He saw a flat area in front of him and thought to himself: "Here we come."
Suddenly grabbing the horse's head, the horse's front legs plopped down and he knelt down. The veteran general who had defeated Fengjun in the desert and set the sea magic needle roared angrily, "Pick up the spear!"
Like the surging tide, the heavy cavalry of the pagodas all raised their spears high. Under the dazzling sunlight, they were so densely packed that as far as the eye could see, there was only darkness!
Looking at the man with a ghost-like expression, Wang Zhenyi slowly raised the spear in his hand, lowered his head, and almost roared from his throat, "Kill!"
Just like the desperate situation back then.
One rider in front, thousands of riders behind.
One sound of horse hooves, thousands of sounds of horse hooves.
In an instant, the earth trembled, dust and sand flew, as if a catastrophe that had never happened in a century was coming.
The best heavy cavalry in the world begins to charge!
In the capital, above the majestic palace, someone took a step and arrived in Greenbelt City in an instant.
Taking another step, he appeared in the huge sea of clouds above Qingqian City.
Her pure golden eyes flashed, and she frowned slightly as she raised her foot to step out.
Very far away, a person slowly "surfaced".
The third boxing master in the world, Zu Yuanliang.
This was Wu Peixian's method against Qin Fang. He didn't want to kill him, but just delayed it. He didn't even need two sticks of incense, because the prince couldn't live that long.
Zu Yuanliang seemed to want to say something else, but Qin Fang disappeared in an instant, and then appeared in front of him again, her fingers bent like hooks, grabbing at his heart.
He could see the key point at a glance. Not long ago, Zhao Bingnie borrowed his sword from Qingshan Jiankui to draw with Zu Yuanliang. The two sides exchanged moves. The swordsman's forehead was severely hit by the eighth-grade grandmaster's full blow. If it weren't for the Lotus Crown Taoist Using all-powerful means to protect his mind, he would probably be punched to pieces. Zu Yuanliang also felt uncomfortable. His heart was completely penetrated by the seven-foot long sword, and all the meridians in his body were damaged by the sword energy, and his strength declined significantly.
After Qin Fang's out-of-body wandering, she reached the late eighth stage and was even ranked first in the world in terms of realm. However, even so, it was extremely difficult for the fight between the great masters and great monks to produce results in a short period of time.
Zu Yuanliang punched Qin Fang away with a punch, folded his hands on his abdomen, and said calmly, "It's just a temporary borrowed realm. After this, the foundation of the great road you have built so hard will collapse. If you beat me today, you will be defeated tomorrow." Not only is he no match for me, I’m afraid he won’t even be able to defeat that sword master.”
Qin Fang, who looked like a god at this moment, slowly shook his head and said softly: "It's pitiful."
Whether it is to achieve Tao through martial arts or to cultivate the mind, the most taboo thing is to have distracting thoughts. Only a pure Tao heart can achieve the Tao.
But she didn't think so. Otherwise, as the reincarnation of the ancestor of the Immortal family, how could she travel around secular dynasties and become the empress of the world, living deep in the inner palace all day long, caring for her husband and raising her children. Otherwise, how could she have cut off the foundation of her path and given up the chance to join the "Ten Realms" that had never been seen before or since.
The heart of a person who practices Taoism is a rock and cannot be turned around.
But her heart is like a plant and a tree, which will wither and prosper year after year.
Five hundred years ago, the Taoist immortal refused to become an immortal until he died of old age. His last words were just one sentence, "In the world, enlightenment is the smallest thing."
In this woman, this sentence is vividly reflected.
Family is her avenue.
So what if you become an invincible person in the three worlds? Is there anything more boring than this?
A scene suddenly appeared in Qin Fang's mind. Gui Liu bared his teeth and claws and said, "If the world's third best boxing master dares to stop my mother, just beat him to death."
Cursing "little bastard" softly, Qin Fang's smile became even stronger, making the boxing master not far away a little confused.
As if greeting an acquaintance, Qin Fang raised her head with a smile, as if she were refreshed by the spring breeze, and said softly: "So Zu Yuanliang, are you ready to die?"
