In the dead of night, Duanmuci sat quietly cross-legged on the stone bed at the top of the mountain, completely silent.
The face with closed eyes was neither happy nor sad, and the black hair on the shawl had been pulled up, with a wooden hairpin running across it, into a lotus bun.
The red cinnabar on the smooth brow is very eye-catching, full of coldness and holiness.
She was so quiet, as quiet as a jade statue of a fairy carved on the top of a mountain.
It was late at night and frost was heavy. Little bits of night frost silently condensed on the linen robe. Slowly, her black hair also became dots of white, like little white flowers under the bright moonlight. .
The cold wind blows and turns into thousands of frosts.
Suddenly, the jade statue's face moved slightly, its beautiful eyebrows twitched slightly, and then its lips opened and it made a sound.
Duanmuci seemed to be vomiting several times in discomfort before feeling a little better, but the corners of his mouth slightly curled up to reveal a beautiful and moving smile.
This smile makes this cold and pretty face instantly filled with tenderness and human joy.
Duanmuci gently touched her belly and said softly: "You...with you..."
Duanmuci's voice paused and was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he whispered softly on his sandalwood lips: "Just as naughty."
She seemed to feel a little cold. She sat with her legs bent, her arms hugging her knees, her waist slightly bent, her delicate chin resting on her knees, huddled up like a lonely and weak little woman.
Since that life and death battle, Xie Fu has not appeared again, one day, two days and three days.
Ten days, twenty days and thirty days.
He seemed to disappear in this illusion. Duanmu Ci never saw his figure again, nor could he feel his familiar warm breath.
Duanmuci looked at the dark night ahead, his eyes wandering, feeling lonely and lonely in his heart. He couldn't help but think of the sweet time the two of them spent together.
His tenderness and warmth can only exist in dreams now.
She missed him so much, even if she spent hundreds of such nights, she would still miss him.
Duanmu Ci couldn't help but open her red lips and hummed the little songs that Fu Xie taught her:
Beat the drums and boring them, use the troops enthusiastically, build the country's cities and canals, and I will travel south alone...
The bond between life and death is broad, and I have said it to my son. I will hold my son's hand and grow old together with my son.
When I sigh, I can't live without it; when I sigh, I don't believe it.
The crisp and melodious singing sounded melodiously in the night, and the endless lovesickness can only be expressed through heartfelt songs.
I once asked you, what if one day we have to separate?
You said that nothing in the world can stop us, not even life or death.
Even if they die together, they will still be husband and wife with you from generation to generation, and they will have unfinished causes in the next life.
After saying that, you taught me to sing this little rhyme.
Is this the case now?
Is our destiny as husband and wife in this life over? We can only renew our relationship as husband and wife in the next life. What if I can’t meet you in the next life?
A clear song floats from afar:
The wind and rain are miserable, the cock crows and crows, and I see a gentleman. Yunhu Buyi?
The wind and rain are blowing, the cock crows and the cock crows. Now that I see a gentleman, will the clouds not fade away?
The wind and rain are like darkness, and the cockcrow is endless. Now that I see a gentleman, I am not happy?
But I hope that my soul and dream will be the same as yours, and I will have an appointment with you. Life and death will not change, and reincarnation will not change.
It’s just that in this life, even if I miss you throughout the long night, I no longer love you.
Duanmu Cijiao's body trembled, he's coming...he's coming...
She panicked, her heart was broken when she heard his voice, and she couldn't remain indifferent at all.
She just wanted to throw herself into his arms and cry loudly, crying until she died.
No! Don't come over! I don't want to kill you again!
Although she was crying in her heart, her face was as calm as water.
He didn't come close. The night and the earth were so quiet, as if he had never appeared. The sound was just the sound of his heart in a trance.
There is silence in the distance, the night is getting deeper, the night dew on the branches slowly solidifies into frost flowers, and with the gentle night breeze, they fall to the ground safely from time to time.
The long night passed silently...
Duanmu Ci sat cross-legged on the stone bed peacefully, his hair and robes covered with a layer of white frost, which seemed like a day for thousands of years.
The early morning light shone on her face, melting the white frost on her face, but it became even colder.
A Buddha chant sounded.
Duanmuci opened his eyes, and he didn't know when there were a few more people in front of him. There were three kind-hearted old monks standing in front.
Behind the three old monks stood several literati dressed in Wen Ting attire.
These three old monks are the divine monk Shimen, Master Tianjing of Tianning Temple, Master Zhengjian of Hanshan Temple, and Master Jingyi of Tongyun Temple.
These three people are all eminent monks of the Buddhist sect, and their cultivation in literature and martial arts is unfathomable. The purpose of bringing these three people together is of course to deal with the terrifying figure Duanmu Ci.
Lin Chuxi, a mysterious person in red clothes, Shen Yue, a mysterious person in purple clothes, and He Chu also arrived, as well as other mysterious people in red clothes.
Wen Tingna's masters of arts and crafts have also arrived, which shows the importance he attaches to Duanmu Ci.
Although they only waited outside for three months, for the illusion, it took more than four years.
Before entering the illusion, they had imagined that Duanmu Ci had been killed, and a group of brothers were waiting for them to open the illusion channel.
But after seeing Duanmu Ci safe and sound, their illusions were immediately shattered. No one could live with her here for more than four years.
She was afraid that she was the only one left here, and everyone else had been killed by him. They had placed high hopes on Xie Fu, who had the appearance of a literary saint, but he was afraid that he would also die in her hands.
Duanmuci's eyes calmly swept over the people in front of him, and said calmly: "You guys came too late! You made me wait for too long."
She didn't know why her voice was filled with anger. She blamed these people for coming too late. If they had come early, she wouldn't have fallen in love with Fu, and Fu wouldn't have been in such pain.
She put all the blame on these belated enemies.
"Duanmuci! The brothers and sisters of Wenting died in your hands, and today we will pay with blood!"
Duanmu Ci said calmly: "That old thief Jianzhen deceived me. I have already told him that if he dares to break his promise, I will wash Lingshan with blood." Then he pointed his slender finger at everyone: "You will all die. "
He Chu said angrily: "How dare you insult Mr. Wen Sheng."
Duanmu Ci said calmly: "There is no respect for a person who cannot keep his promise."
Everyone in Wen Ting, who knew what was going on, blushed. It was not that Wen Sheng couldn't do Duanmu Ci's request, but that he couldn't do it.
Lingshan Wenting and Kunlun Secret Realm had an agreement hundreds of years ago. How could it be easily broken? Since our ancestors had this agreement, it must have been a serious matter.
If this agreement is broken, it will definitely cause catastrophe in the world.
The twin prides of Gu Yan and Kunlun, Duanmu Ci and Chu Yue, can make waves in the world. They really can't imagine what the world would be like without restraint.
Lin Chuxi said: "I can't tell right from wrong. Since we are enemies, let's use life and death to decide right and wrong."
Duanmu Ci said calmly: "I should have saved myself so much nonsense a long time ago, why don't you take action!"
The master's demeanor is unmistakable. Although he is facing a group of powerful enemies, he is not willing to make the first move.
The name of the Buddha was shouted loudly, and the three great monks took action at the same time. They were all of first-level strength, but Duanmu Ci had already entered Taoism. Although she was seriously injured by the God-Destroying Mantra of Small Heavenly Thunder left by Wen Sheng, it was not known whether she had recovered.
No matter what, facing such an opponent, victory, defeat, life and death can only happen in a matter of seconds.
And victory or defeat is related to the fate of the entire Lingshan. Duanmu is defeated, Lingshan is alive, Duanmu is victorious, and Lingshan is destroyed.
If there was no Lingshan Wenting in this world, I don’t know what kind of chaos this world would be like.
Therefore, since Duanmu Ci has the heart to wash away the spiritual mountain with blood, even if she has a hundred reasons and a hundred right reasons, she must die.
In the battle of life and death, they have no reason to be humble and strive to kill the monster with all their strength.
As soon as Duanmuci and the three great monks of the Shimen came into contact, the world suddenly changed, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, the trees flew off, and it was like a violent storm raging on the top of the mountain.
The strength of the masters' attacks was as dense as a rain of swords falling vertically and horizontally. The entire mountaintop was filled with chills, as if it was about to be slowly leveled by these four people.
Lin Chuxi's group of literary masters had long been prepared and placed themselves within the protective four-sided barrier.
No matter how the landslides and cracks occur outside, there is still a corner of peace within the barrier, a peaceful and windless grass.
It's just that the master's true energy is like a heavenly sword falling on the four-sided barrier from time to time, causing ripples. The solid and powerful four-sided barrier seems to be broken.
This made everyone in the barrier secretly shocked. Although they were well-informed, they had never seen a confrontation between masters of this level in their lives.
The average master was like a piece of grass in Duanmu Ci's hands. If there could be such a fierce battle, even one of the three great monks would have few rivals in the world.
This is not a battle between humans, this is a battle between immortals and demons.
Everyone inside looked at each other and immediately chanted the mantra in tacit understanding to help.
As the sound of Sanskrit and Sanskrit resounded in heaven and earth, martial and literary attacks simultaneously surrounded Duanmu Ci.
As soon as the three great monks met Duanmuci, they knew that Duanmuci had not yet recovered his strength. Their true energy touched each other, and they felt the strength and weakness. They concluded that Duanmuci was at the first level of strength at this moment.
And they had never fought against a Taoist master before, so their hearts that were still apprehensive suddenly became full of confidence.
The so-called Tao to simplicity, return to nature, masters of their level, what they strive for is cultivation, what they strive for is true energy, all moves exist to use energy as a sword to become the most powerful way.
You alone can't beat the three of us. The three of us have to fight with Duanmuci's true energy. If we continue, Duanmuci will run out of true energy sooner or later. When the time comes, he won't be able to catch him and kill him easily.
However, Duanmu Ci did not have to fight hard. Under the influence of the three people's true energy, if he did not resist the attack, he would be hit by it himself.
This situation is like being in a strong wind. If you don't use force to offset the force of the wind, you will be blown away by the strong wind.
At this moment, Duanmu Ci was only slightly different from the three great monks in cultivation. These three bald donkeys were really powerful, and she knew very well that if she continued, sooner or later she would run out of energy.
I couldn't think of a better way to deal with it, so I had to use the fifth level of the Lotus Walking Ruyi Body Technique - Reaching for Stars from the Sky, trying to avoid the combined attack of the three people's true energy.
Although it is not said that he is able to do it with ease, he will not be defeated in a short period of time.
However, the three great monks did not allow Duanmuci any chance to breathe. Since the combined attack failed, they pursued one after another. You hit me and I hit again, continuously, all with the same intention to exhaust Duanmuci's true energy.
In the distance, Fu Xie looked at this earth-shattering battle scene and was horrified. You still held back your hand that day. If you had the intention to kill me, the moment you took action, I would have been reduced to ashes.
At this moment, complex and indistinguishable Sanskrit sounds suddenly sounded, and the literary masters also took action.
Duanmuci only felt countless invisible forces dragging her. This was the mantra that restricted people in the literary world, and she had already seen it before.
For ordinary martial arts masters, this restraining mantra can make them unable to move, but for Duanmu Ci, it can only have the effect of dragging and pulling, just like a rope can easily tie up a little white rabbit. , but it cannot restrain an elephant.
Despite this, facing Duanmu Ci's combined attack from the three great monks, it had a huge impact. If her body was slightly sluggish, reaching for stars in the sky would have no effect.
Sure enough, the three great monks immediately found an opportunity to attack together, and the true energy enveloped Duanmu Ci.
Duanmu Ci had no choice but to fight back with all his strength, and three waves of powerful energy surged toward Duanmu Ci at the same time, just like the roaring river water.
One on three!
Duanmu Ci's physical energy was immediately shattered by the impact, and his energy and blood were churning. Like a kite with its string cut off, a gray meteor was drawn in the sky.
A fiery red light appeared out of thin air like a red-hot knife, slashing at Duanmu Ci, destroying her body-protecting energy, causing her clothes to break and blood to surge.
But it was Lin Chuxi's Wind Blade Mantra. When the wind blade was extremely powerful, it could emit a fiery red glow, like a fire knife.
These literary people are not as weak as the martial arts masters imagined. They can not only recite blessings and mantras, but also save people and bring order to the world.
They don't just recite the mantra of confinement and stop fighting with words.
In the same way, they can also kill people, and use their magical powers to kill masters like Duanmu Ci. This blow of the wind blade is already as powerful as a first-level expert.
Duanmuci landed on the ground, his body swaying slightly, and then a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth.
While shaking, she stood up straight. She had been seriously injured and was unable to cope with the three great monks and a group of literary masters.
My eyes gently look into the distance, is today the day of my death?
The fiery red light struck her head. Without the protective energy, this fire knife could split her in half.
A figure suddenly stood in front of Duanmuzi as fast as a star, blocking the fiery red light for Duanmuzi.
But it’s Xie Fu!
The fiery red light directly split the protective mantra recited by Xie Fu, weakening it by three points.
He then split through Xie Fu's body-protecting Qi, making him three points weaker.
The remaining four points were absorbed by the holy clothes connected to the mind.
Xie Fu felt his mind shake, his body swayed, and he stood in front of Duanmu Ci like a god.
Everyone was shocked when they saw a person suddenly appear in front of Duanmuci and block the killing blow. Besides Duanmuci, there was someone who could block Lin Chuxi's Wind Blade Mantra.
When everyone saw Xie Fu's face clearly, they were even more shocked and shouted out in unison.
"Thank you Fu——"
"Thank you Mr.——"
I originally thought that he was dead, but I didn't know that he was still alive. After living with Duanmu Ci for more than four years, he was still alive, which is simply unbelievable.
At the same time, they were extremely happy in their hearts. After all, they valued Xie Fu very much. He was a literary saint who could make hundreds of poems come true.
He is the literary court of Lingshan, and he is also the future of the entire literary world.
Although I don’t know what happened, Xie Fu is obviously a friend rather than an enemy.
Shen Yue, who was most familiar with Fu Xie, shouted loudly: "Master Xie, come here quickly, she is Duanmu Ci."
Xie Fu had been with her for four years and even shared a bed with her. How could he not know that she was Duanmu Ci? He responded loudly: "I don't allow anyone to hurt her!"
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