Li Xiuyuan, who was about to draw his sword, heard this voice and had to give up the idea of taking action for the time being.
In just a moment, the young monk was seen rolling over, ran to the old monk, bowed, and nodded to Li Xiuyuan.
Then he bent down to the old monk and said, "Master said that my uncle cannot fight against my brother on the mountain."
The old monk was furious when he heard this and scolded: "Your master still can't control me, why doesn't he let me take action? Tell me."
The little monk panted for a while and put his hands on his legs. It was obvious that he had spent a lot of effort stepping on the thick snow along the way.
After resting for a while, the young monk continued: "Master said that my brother had already gone down the mountain to the imperial city when the accident happened. He cannot be blamed for this."
"Uncle Master, please come back with me. Master has made tea in the Buddhist hall and is waiting for you."
The young monk waved to Li Xiuyuan again: "Brother, don't hurt my great uncle, he is not a bad person."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at the young monk and replied: "Go back, wait until spring."
Only the young monk could understand this. In front of the old monk, he did not dare to show even a trace of tenderness to the young monk.
Otherwise, he was afraid that the old monk would be furious and throw fire on the young monk.
Spiritual tea is only available in spring, and the young monk always kept this in mind.
For this reason, he had already told his master that he would give him a surprise in the spring, but he did not expect that his brother on the mountain had really not forgotten his promise to him.
But the current tense situation between the two did not allow him to say anything more.
He just looked at the old monk helplessly and said, "Uncle Master, why don't you go back with me? It's too cold here."
The old monk shook his head, looked at the young monk and replied: "Go back and tell your master that this is a personal grudge between me and this young man and has nothing to do with the elders in the temple."
The young monk was stunned for a moment and had to look at Li Xiuyuan anxiously. This means that as long as you turn around and step on the steps, my uncle will be unable to do anything to you.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and whispered a few words to him softly.
Then while waving his hands, he said coldly: "Get out of here quickly, don't delay the decisive battle between me and the old monk!"
"Hahaha, I think so too. Little monk, go back and tell your master that there is only one life and one death here, so there is no need for him to interfere."
The old monk was angered by Li Xiuyuan's words and told the young monk to leave quickly.
He was afraid that Li Xiuyuan's blood would stain the young monk's eyes.
The little monk took a deep look at Li Xiuyuan in the snow, bit his lip, turned his head and walked away into the snow.
Li Xiuyuan didn't need to worry about him in front of the stone steps. He knew that if his brother couldn't win, he would definitely get into the magic circle and escape.
He was afraid that if his uncle couldn't defeat him, he would either become angry or be seriously injured by his brother on the mountain in the wind and snow.
He couldn't control everything in front of him. He was only responsible for delivering the old monk's message.
Seeing the little monk leaving with one foot high and one foot low, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but sigh quietly.
Unexpectedly, the abbot master at the foot of the mountain was actually a compassionate person.
…
Above the nine heavens, under the green pear tree.
The old monk looked at the old Taoist priest who had returned from Xinghua Valley and laughed: "Why do I think your precious disciple's words are reasonable? Whenever he is in trouble, you will ignore him."
"While waiting for him to find something delicious to eat, your unreliable master shows up again uninvited."
The old Taoist priest smiled faintly: "He acted randomly in Tianyu City and almost caused a big disaster. In the end, I was not allowed to go out in person to put out the fire for him?"
The old monk shook his head: "In my opinion, there will be repercussions if he never forgets it. The old monk is also his master. He helps the master overcome obstacles and tribulations. What's wrong with that?"
The old Taoist priest took a plate of apricot blossom cake and put it on the table, and called out: "Mingzhu, come here, let's eat the cake."
Then he turned to look at the old monk and said: "His intention was right, but he forgot that the world under Mount Xumi is also a jungle. It's not the final showdown yet..."
"He had three different groups of people in Tianyu City, and they broke through the tribulation in the same place. Three more aristocratic families in Tianxiang City suddenly had a few more great monks..."
"That's not all, his little disciple actually brought this opportunity to break through the situation all the way to the Apricot Blossom Valley... If the master and disciples on Mount Xumi get the news, how do you want me to face my disciple?"
Looking at Yelu Pearl running from the mountains like a butterfly.
The old Taoist priest said: "It's not like you don't understand the truth of his crime."
"Master, I'm here."
Before the old monk could reply, Yelu Mingzhu had already ran over, looked at the old monk and asked, "Master, what's good to eat?"
The old Taoist priest pointed to the pastries on the table and said, "This is made by your master's mother. You can try it. If you like it, I have some more."
Yelu Mingzhu was shocked when he heard this. He reached out and picked up a piece, put it in and took a bite...
After tasting it carefully in his mouth for a while, he replied: "The taste is a little different from what I ate at the apricot garden on the Fuchun River. It seems to have a sweeter taste..."
Before he finished speaking, Lao Shang sighed, looked at the old Taoist priest and said, "Give her two more boxes of pearls and let her bring them to her mother to taste. Isn't this the mother's longing for her son?"
Yelu Mingzhu was startled when he heard this, then after thinking about it carefully, he nodded gently.
Holding half a piece of apricot blossom in his hand, he looked at the old Taoist priest and asked, "Senior, what is my master doing?"
"He's killing someone, or being killed by someone else!"
The old Taoist wiped away the clouds in front of his eyes, revealing Li Xiuyuan who was motionless in the wind and snow, holding an ordinary long sword in his hand.
Less than two feet in front of him, there was the same old monk who remained motionless with a murderous look on his face.
Yelu Mingzhu looked at the scene in front of her and couldn't help but asked: "Master, where is my master's sword? He forged many spiritual swords for us on Tianshan Mountain..."
The old monk pointed to the old Taoist priest opposite and said, "Ask your master."
The old Taoist priest shook his head and said: "If he had been allowed to run wild with a divine sword, he would have been kicked out of that world long ago."
Yelu Mingzhu suddenly realized and smiled, pointed at the young man in the snow and said, "It seems that Master is going to suffer a lot this time."
The old Taoist priest thought for a moment and asked, "Aren't you in a hurry to give apricot blossom cakes to your mother?" After speaking, he took two boxes and put them on the table: "These are all for you."
Yelu Mingzhu waved her hand and put away the pastries on the table.
He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I want to see if Master will make a fool of himself."
The old monk looked at him and smiled silently: "Just wait, I have to have a good talk with him when I see him next time."
"Tch, I'm not afraid!"
Yelu Mingzhu replied calmly: "If master was in danger, senior would have jumped up in panic, wouldn't he?"
The old Taoist priest shook his head and frowned at the old monk: "Look what kind of disciples you have taught."
…
The wind and snow were getting fiercer, and the old monk in a raincoat narrowed his eyes and stared closely at the sword in Li Xiuyuan's hand.
The sword was not unsheathed, so there was no murderous intent.
At present, Li Xiuyuan has long passed the era of revealing his murderous intent. Right now, he is standing on the mountain road covered by wind and snow.
The old monk's eyes narrowed into two slits, and a sword energy that was like ice and a bit colder came out of the slits.
Before he could move mountains and fill the sea, a sword energy spurted out from in front of the old monk, instantly disrupting the wind and snow in the sky. A sword energy tore through the wind and snow and struck at Li Xiuyuan.
What frightened Li Xiuyuan was that this sword energy was like a pair of invisible big hands pressing on the hilt of his left hand.
Li Xiuyuan, who had a sword in his hand, was unable to pull out the long sword in the scabbard.
Not to mention that he used the sword-drawing technique to slash a bolt of lightning at the old monk not far away.
This was the most incredible and terrifying thing he had ever encountered since he started practicing.
The enemy actually held his sword, preventing him from making his proud strike.
And now the Samsara Sword was also imprisoned, making it impossible for him to slash out the Samsara Sword that turned into a blossoming sword.
Looking at the old monk with a frosty face not far away, Li Xiuyuan seemed to be stuck in the quagmire under the abyss, unable to move. The old monk in the wind and snow was stepping on the thick snow.
Approaching step by step.
As if sensing Li Xiuyuan's weakness, the old monk was no longer anxious. Instead, he stepped on the snow step by step with a cat-and-mouse mentality, as if he was stepping on Li Xiuyuan's heart.
Fengxue whined, and everything around him suddenly became solemn and oppressive, making Li Xiuyuan feel like he couldn't breathe.
A snowflake fell and landed on the back of his right hand holding the hilt of the sword. After a while, it still didn't melt.
The old monk might strike a fatal blow at Li Xiuyuan at any time.
At this moment, he was actually between life and death, and the situation was extremely dangerous.
However, at this moment, Li Xiuyuan didn't even blink his eyelashes... he just looked at the snowflake on the back of his hand quietly.
Just for an instant, a faint smile appeared on his face.
While the old monk was stunned, Li Yuan said to himself: "I searched for her thousands of times, but it turns out you are waiting for me here..."
The old monk sneered and said: "You are about to die. Even if you read out any poems, I won't understand them anyway, and this whole world won't be able to hear them."
The old monk said it inaudibly, but he was referring to the young monk who had already left.
As well as the monks who were hiding in the Zen room and the Buddhist hall to avoid the wind and snow, when there was a life and death battle, no one came to watch it.
In the abbot's Buddhist hall, the young monk was looking nervously at the old monk in front of him.
Seeing the old monk's calm expression, he had no choice but to ask: "Master, will my brother on the mountain be okay? He just promised me that he would wait until spring to go up the mountain to pick tea."
The old monk shook his head and said softly: "It stands to reason that your uncle is a senior monk in the temple, and his cultivation level is even beyond my comprehension... But behind that young man is a peerless magic circle..."
The young monk sighed: "My disciple thinks the same way. I just hope that my brother will not win and hide back quickly."
The old monk showed compassion and replied: "Since he already has a long sword in his hand, he naturally has a way to save his life."
The young monk frowned and asked, "Master, do you want to go and persuade your uncle?"
"I can't persuade you!"
The old monk said quietly: "The sword has been unsheathed. We can only wait until they decide a winner or the young man hides in the mountains."
…
Li Xiuyuan in the wind and snow was only a turning distance away from the stone steps behind him and the magic circle he had set up.
But now he was as quiet as a snowman in the wind.
There was no longer an old monk in his eyes who was walking towards him, and at this moment he had completely forgotten the enemy in front of him.
His eyes were like electricity and his energy was like a gossamer, just staring at the crystal snowflake on the back of his hand.
As if looking at a unique treasure in the world, the smile on his face is more charming than the blooming plum blossoms on the mountain.
It wasn't until the sound of the old monk stepping on the snow came, that Li Xiuyuan raised his head and looked at the old monk who was less than a foot away from him.
He murmured: "Thank you."
The old monk smiled lightly: "You're welcome, because you are already dead. I will take you to the snowy mountains and bury you properly."
Li Xiuyuan nodded and replied: "To thank you for your kindness, I promise you that I will not take your life today."
"Hahaha, this is the funniest joke I have ever heard in my life. Can you kill me?" the old monk asked.
"Your great uncle has already lost."
The old monk in the Buddhist hall looked at the frightened young monk and smiled: "Wait until spring, and go with the young man to pick spring tea in the mountains."
