When the woman was angry, an invisible sword energy suddenly tore through the void in the square, and a roaring vortex suddenly appeared in front of thousands of people.
Like the faint spring mist being torn open in an instant.
Then, a sword appeared in the eyes of thousands of people in the square.
A sword that came from nothing, from emptiness to reality, and was transformed from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on Phoenix Mountain, instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Even Zhang San, a stonemason with no cultivation and only strength, was attracted by this sword.
Li Laoliu, who was standing next to him, asked: "Zhang Laosan, what is this? It's so scary."
Zhang San sighed and pulled him: "Don't make any noise, let's just take a look."
In fact, Zhang San is like everyone else. No matter what is happening now, he will not pay attention to it. He has to wait for the spiritual rain that he doesn't know whether it will fall or not.
It's none of the business of mortals if the gods fight back.
Li Laoliu instantly covered his mouth, and at the same time, there were hundreds or even thousands of curious people covering his mouth.
Everyone could not see the sword and ignored the man who suddenly appeared.
They are all waiting for the rain.
A sword appeared out of thin air, a sword that turned into reality, and a sword that no one was holding, thrust out from in front of Yu Xian'er and came to Gong Yang Bo's body.
He could even see the sword trembling slightly, as if it was about to pierce his chest the next moment, otherwise it would not be enough to calm the Queen's anger.
No one knows the horror of this sword, just like no one knows where the man who suddenly appeared comes from.
Everyone only knew that when the man suddenly stepped onto the stone steps and appeared on the edge of the square, this terrifying sword appeared in front of them.
Just like two lovers reunited after a long absence, ignoring the silent gazes of thousands of people watching the ceremony, and making love in front of them, this is a shocking thing.
The sword energy stopped three feet in front of Gong Yangbo, as if encountering an invisible barrier.
While the man was there and the sword was there, Yu Xian'er in front of the altar shouted coldly: "You can't stop my sword."
After saying that, the sword energy thrust forward another inch, as if it was going to pierce Gongyang Bo's chest in the next moment. People watching the excitement could even faintly hear a "Puff!"
Some people even felt as if the sword had pierced their chest.
Some timid people even exclaimed "Ah...".
...
Li Xiuyuan, who was at the bottom of the mountain, reached out to the invisible magic circle in front of him at the moment when the murderous sword energy came to Gongyang Bo, but there was no sound.
It's like a knife passing through running water, or like a knife gently cutting into tofu in the water.
The water flow suddenly stopped, and a vague opening was cut into the tofu...
The old woman following him saw the knife in Li Xiuyuan's hand, the knife used to cut purple bamboo into strips, the knife shining with a dark light...
Like a knife passing through flowing water, it cut a gap in the formation that enveloped a large mountain. This thin gap was enough for two people to pass through.
Li Xiuyuan turned himself into water and merged into the sea in front of him.
The old woman followed him silently, because she herself was the sea, so the sea in front of her could not stop her steps.
One is to climb the mountain again today, and the other is to start climbing the mountain today.
Quietly, Li Xiuyuan murmured: "Seven machines, I am late to try the wine with sorrow. I am so far away in the sky that I have no plan. Painting the building with clouds and rain, the good night is quiet, and a dream cuts through the dust."
When the old woman heard this, she raised her eyebrows and said, "What a poem."
Helian Mingyue on the top of the mountain heard it and couldn't help but said quietly: "This poem of yours has scolded many people."
Gong Yangbo, with a sword on his chest, sighed: "A good night is quiet, and a dream breaks the dust...Give me back the cicada."
Yu Mingjun naturally heard the poem that Li Xiuyuan wanted him to hear. After reading it carefully, he couldn't help but say to Helian Mingyue behind the crowd: "Husband and wife for a day..."
"Shut up! We are no longer husband and wife!" Helian Mingyue interrupted him.
Yu Xian'er heard the voice of the boy stepping on the stone steps, and her eyes seemed to go back to the spring of that year, when she met this handsome man in front of her in the East China Sea...
My heart softened and I couldn't help but say: "If you lower your head, I can still let you go..."
Gongyang Bo smiled faintly: "I've never picked it up, how can I put it down?"
Li Xiuyuan interrupted everyone's thoughts with a Buddha's greeting.
"If love is not heavy, it will not give rise to saha. If thoughts are not consistent, it will not give rise to bliss... I heard that the sea of suffering is boundless, and you can turn back and find the shore!"
The old woman walking behind him praised secretly in her heart: "It's good that once you turn back, you will find a safe place. If people in the world can turn back, where will the sea of suffering come from?"
If Li Xiuyuan could see with his eyes at this time, he would be able to see lotus growing under the two people's feet. Every step they took was like stepping on a lotus in the void.
When the two of them walked past, the lotus gradually disappeared behind him.
People on the mountain could not see the lotus flowers growing on the long mountain path because Li Xiuyuan was wearing a bamboo hat.
If the old woman doesn't want people on the mountain to see them, neither the Queen Yu Xian'er, nor the Queen of the Wandao Imperial City, nor even the humblest coolies can see these lotus flowers.
Except Li Xiuyuan wanted the people on the mountain to hear the sound.
Regardless of whether the people on the mountain were willing to look back or not, he still told the people on the mountain the words of Buddha's greeting from the foot of Yunqi Temple.
Yu Xian'er on the mountain shouted angrily: "Ignorant child, why do you want me to look back?"
Lord Yu Ming, who looked like a king and stared coldly at the thousands of people in front of him, was the owner of Xianyun Island. He thought for a moment and replied: "Even if I have to turn back, it will be for these thousands of poor people, right?"
Standing behind the manager, a certain cultivator on Fairy Island was shocked when he heard this. He thought that if there was no spiritual rain this day, wouldn't his trip be in vain?
Even the steward with white hair was secretly thinking about where he was at this moment, and should he look back?
Gongyang Bo looked at the spiritual sword hanging on his chest and said calmly: "Buddha said that Cihang will save you, so naturally it can save you."
Helian Mingyue, who was standing behind the crowd, thought of the past at this moment and couldn't help but reply to Li Xiuyuan: "She killed my son, how can such a wicked person turn around?"
Li Xiuyuan, who was growing up step by step, did not reply to Helian Mingyue's words.
Instead, he replied to Yu Mingjun: "These mortals are like ants in your eyes. They were originally on the other side, but they were dragged into the sea of misery by your sister..."
As soon as he said this, a whine of wind suddenly sounded in the sky.
A black cloud flew from nowhere in the sky and enveloped the entire Lingxian Island.
If it hadn't been for the beam of light shining on the altar in front of Yu Xian'er, illuminating the world on the top of the mountain, everyone would have been trapped in the night fog in an instant.
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, and the protagonist today was not him. After all, the two big shots had already reached the top of the mountain.
He couldn't overshadow the guest, so he shut up and said to the old woman beside him: "If Wang Mazi can put down the butcher knife, he can also become a Buddha."
The old woman was stunned and asked with a smile: "Who is Wang Mazi?"
Li Xiuyuan replied: "That's a famous butcher selling meat in the market in Fengyun City."
...
A murderous sword still hangs in front of Gongyang Bo, just like if he was held hostage by his wife's naughty sister one day that year, but at the moment, he is already taking it easy.
He didn't even reach out to break the sword in the wind, but said quietly: "Not long ago, I met a friend. He asked me to let go of the hatred in the past, to remember, to stop thinking..."
"Remember, stop thinking... It seems that you not only saved his body, but also saved his soul."
At some point, the old woman held a white lotus in her hand, and she and Li Xiuyuan picked up a bamboo leaf from the wind in the mountains of Yunqi Temple.
Li Xiuyuan kept his feet on the ground and replied quietly: "He wanted to hear the Tao, but my master scolded me countless times..."
The old woman smiled faintly: "If he stops thinking about it, what about you?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly and said: "I am not Ksitigarbha, nor am I the King of Hell in the Ten Palaces. I can't get rid of it, and I can't forget it either."
Regardless of whether the old man around him could understand what he said, Li Xiuyuan still spoke out some of his thoughts.
Get rid of the thought of this world? No need, because in this world, he has no thoughts.
His thoughts are on the Tianshan Mountain outside Fengyun City, in the Apricot Blossom Valley under Mount Xumi, and even in Ding'an City in the wild world. Maybe there are still some thoughts...
If there is still one, it should be on the Bamboo Peak of Xuanwu Continent.
I wonder if the master, with the help of the female saint, walked out of the cave at this time and overcame the tribulation and became a saint.
"Go and stop thinking... Do you think I'm an idiot?"
With a sound of "Wang!", Yu Xian'er suddenly waved her fingers to move the spiritual sword. In an instant, the spiritual sword in front of Gong Yangbo spurted out a beam of brilliance.
With murderous intent, he thrust forward another inch.
As he entered again and again, the sword in the wind in front of him was already more than two feet away from Gongyang Bo's chest and was about to pierce into his body.
"Hey, why are you doing this?"
Gongyang Bo sighed. Yu Xian'er in front of the altar did not understand, but Helian Mingyue behind the crowd was furious when he heard the words.
Because from Gongyang Bo's sigh, she heard the sigh of the old man in Furong Town who was in a state of confusion and had wasted his time for decades. He was getting old and dying.
With the help of Li Xiuyuan, Gongyang Bo, who regained his vitality overnight, is no longer the dying old man yesterday.
She is no longer the lamb to be slaughtered.
Just when she was about to burst into anger and take a step forward.
"Whoosh!" sounded, and an almost inaudible sound of arrows sounded in the ears of Yu Xian'er and Yu Mingjun.
It also rang in the ears of Helian Mingyue and Gongyang Bo. Before Yun Qingjiao could take a closer look...
A thin bamboo arrow came from the wind, making a soft sound of "ding!", and a vague rune followed by the sound of the arrow.
He shot the spiritual sword in front of Gongyang Bo and turned it into a ball of void spiritual energy, scattered in all directions, and then disappeared without a trace.
No one saw where this bamboo arrow came from. By the time Yu Xian'er saw it clearly, Gong Yangbo was already holding a thin bamboo arrow in his hand.
Yi Zhi is like the bamboo arrow that her brothers and sisters helped her peel in order to make her happy when she was young.
Gongyang Bo sighed softly. Unlike Yu Xian'er, he saw the vague runes and some irregular lines on the bamboo arrows.
So, he couldn't help but laugh lightly.
He, the superior Queen, and his deceased wife's brother, Yu Mingjun, clasped hands and said, "Since they are from the same roots, why bother killing each other?"
After saying that, before the two of them could see clearly, he put away the bamboo arrows in his hands.
Helian Mingyue couldn't help but smile slightly when she saw the scene in front of her, thinking that you are still walking in the mountains, but you can't wait to take action.
If you had known this, why didn't you come up earlier?
The old woman looked at the bamboo bow Li Xiuyuan was holding, which looked like a child's play, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "It seems that you have heard the truth?"
"Damn it! Who has the same roots as you!"
Yuxian'er was furious when she heard this. She didn't see clearly the bamboo arrow flying from the wind. She just saw Gongyang Bo smashing his sword in the wind.
So she got angry, thinking that you were not as good as I wanted you to be, but after so many years, you are still following this woman to disgust me.
With a sound of "Crack!", another sword beam shot out from her fingers, slashing towards Gongyang Bo with a devastating force.
