In the distant far west, heavy snow is flying, and there is a vast expanse between heaven and earth. The world seems to have returned to the way it was when chaos first emerged, and it is difficult to tell which is the sky and which is the earth.
The strong wind howled and the snowflakes were flying in circles. In the distance, a small black dot appeared in the sky and moved slowly. I don't know where it came from. It was lonely and walking alone.
His walking posture was very strange. He leaned forward, took one leg out, and then dragged the other leg. The dragged leg scratched across the snow, creating a shallow snow track, leaving no trace behind him. No footprints were left, only a long snow track, which was quickly covered by snow.
He just walked like this, letting the lonely shadows of the sky and the earth go as he pleased. His long hair was blown by the wind, and snowflakes were on his hair and covered his shoulders with a thick layer.
He walked like this, as if he was going to the end of the sky...
Amidst the white snow, there is a large-scale temple faintly ahead. The temple is covered with snow, and only a little blue-gray ridge is revealed.
Bai Xiangshou stopped and slowly raised his head. His long hair covered his face. His eyebrows were covered with snowflakes, but his eyes were as sharp as knives. Through the dense snowflakes, he looked at the light above the door. The powerful three characters "Drepung Temple".
This ancient temple, shrouded in heavy snow, looks as if it has been standing here since ancient times, looking extremely quiet and solemn.
Bai Xiangshou took off the wine gourd hanging at his waist, uncorked the wine, and took a deep sip of the wine. The spicy taste entered his throat, and he was filled with thoughts.
That year, Hongzhuang and his best friend were getting married, and someone sent him a gilded invitation. No one could complain about the pain in his heart, so he came here alone to seek proof of Buddhist martial arts.
Within three days, he defeated thirteen masters of the Buddha Sect in a row, finally alarming the great masters of the Buddha Sect in seclusion.
This Drepung Monastery hides several eminent monks and great virtues. Although it is in a remote place in the far west, its reputation is growing day by day, and it is secretly the leader in Buddhist martial arts in the world. After three days of fierce fighting, he was very happy. What he had learned and understood in his life was confirmed by fighting with the Buddha, and he benefited a lot.
Until Monk Tingchan appeared and said something to him, it was like a wake-up call and an enlightenment. The originally boiling fighting spirit cooled down and he left in ecstasy.
That obsession turned into a jar of lovesickness wine, buried deep in my heart and fermenting, becoming stronger over time.
That day I heard Monk Chan say: "If the heart is not moved, people will not move rashly. If they are still, they will not be hurt. If the heart is moved, people will move rashly, which will hurt their bodies and hurt their bones. So I experienced all kinds of pain in the world..."
Bai Xiangshou was lost in thought and stood there, recalling the second half of what Monk Cicada said: "If you don't look back, why don't you forget. Since there is no fate, why do you need to swear? Everything today is like water without a trace. Tomorrow and evening, you. Already a stranger!"
One word and one prophecy, nothing better than this, today and tomorrow, the past is gone, the temple still exists, the beauty is gone...
Now the good brother's son has been raised and has entered Zhixingyuan to practice. My skills have been fully restored. I have mastered the Confucian martial arts of Master and the Taoist mental methods of Zhenwu Sect. What is needed is the Buddhist scriptures. For thousands of years, no one has broken through the master realm. Wait until I integrate the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. I will definitely be able to break through when I grow up. I have endured the blood feud for more than ten years. It is time to avenge it.
Bai Xiangshou took another swig of wine. He was so excited that he couldn't help but roar up to the sky. The heavy snow in the sky was scattered by the strong air current caused by the roar.
The bells rang in the ancient temple. The bells were dull and powerful, resounding through the sky and echoing in the sky and the earth in unison with the whistle.
After a moment, the sound stopped suddenly, and the world returned to silence. There was only the sound of wind and the rustling of falling snow.
In this wind and snow, a Buddhist verse suddenly came.
"My Buddha is compassionate..."
Immediately, there was a faint rustling sound in the vast white sky and earth, like a locust grinding its wings or a bird fluttering its feathers, followed immediately by the chirping of cicadas.
Amidst the flying snow, the chirping of cicadas, which only occurs in the hot summer, suddenly sounded.
The sound of cicadas is everywhere, and with the snow falling to the ground, there is also boundless murderous intent.
Bai Xiangshou's pupils shrank: "Monk Tingchan!"
The snow suddenly stopped in front of the temple, forming a smooth and snow-free passage. A man wearing mango shoes walked through it. It seemed far away, but in the blink of an eye he was in front of Bai Xiangshou.
He punched out, and the heavy snow in the sky stopped. Bai Xiangshou stretched out a palm to block the fist, and the heavy snow returned to its normal state, fluttering down.
In the Mahavira Hall of Drepung Monastery, a kind-hearted old monk sat on a futon, looking at the heavy snow outside with a look of compassion on his face.
"With such a heavy snowstorm, many sheep, cattle and horses in the West will be frozen to death. This winter... it will be too difficult for the herdsmen..."
"Amitabha," an old monk next to him clasped his palms together and said, "Senior brother, I hope this storm will pass as soon as possible." He paused and couldn't help but added: "In my opinion... Tingchan is the one who A human opponent? Do you want to..."
The kind-hearted old monk shook his head and looked at the wind and snow outside the door: "The monks in my temple have not been in China for many years, but they have heard about all the sects in the world. This man has extraordinary magical powers, but he is rare in the world. Last time he Although he has defeated the masters in our temple in a row, he has never really killed anyone. This person actually has no malicious intentions in his heart. He came here again just to prove his martial arts. You heard his roar just now, which went through the cracked gold and stone without stopping... ...Compared to more than ten years ago, it is no longer the same. Even you and I have to work hard to defeat him."
The old monk next to him took a breath of cold air and said in surprise: "Senior Brother, is it possible that... this person has already touched the threshold, and all he owes now is just an opportunity? Unexpectedly... Li Xingzhi of the Chen Kingdom is so powerful, he A mere disciple has already achieved so much!"
The kind-browed old monk smiled and said: "Who in the world can be on par with my uncle, is there any person who is so famous? Even if the person in front of me broke into our Drepung Monastery alone more than ten years ago, my uncle has already seen his future. It is definitely not something in the pool. Now that the storm is coming, the golden scales will turn into a dragon, why not make it convenient for him, and it is also convenient for yourself..."
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A sword stabbed from behind, and Fang Yizhi narrowly avoided the vital point. The sharp sword grazed his waist. His uniform was torn and traces of blood seeped out.
He ignored the enemy behind him and only attacked forward. The man in front could no longer resist and was pierced by a sword.
Fang Yizhi turned around and raised his sword to block, but he could barely block the attack from behind. He secretly gritted his teeth, the energy in his body surged, a blush appeared on his pale face, he made sword moves one after another, and suppressed the enemy with a violent wind attack. He tried his best to block a few moves, then turned around and ran away.
Fang Yizhi stepped forward and slashed with his sword. Hot blood spurted out on his face. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and he gasped for air.
Not far away, there were five or six men in the same military uniforms who successively killed the enemies beside them. One of them, a big man with a beard, was surrounded by three people. The big man held a spear and tried hard to block, but he just held up the two steel knives of the two people in front. , the person behind him took the opportunity to raise his sword and slashed at the back of the big man's neck. Fang Yizhi threw it with all his strength, and the sword in his hand turned into a meteor and pierced the man's back heart.
The big man with the beard swung his swords and thrust a spear at one person's throat. The man clutched his bleeding throat and collapsed. The big man took the opportunity to stab the other man's chest with a backhand spear, then kicked him down and held him tightly. Nailed into the ground.
The big man with the beard pulled out the bloody spear and gave Fang Yizhi a thumbs up: "Young man, well done, this mission is over, I will remember you for your great contribution!"
Before he finished speaking, several feather arrows flew out from the dense forest. The big man was also very alert. He jumped sideways to avoid the enemy and shouted: Enemy attack, hide, three-person formation to defend against the enemy...
This is Fang Yizhi's first battle when he joins the Western Military Camp Scout Regiment...
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On the shore of the East China Sea, the sun rises. Flocks of white seabirds circled, chirping, pecking, and dancing with the sunshine. Some fell on the beach, floating on the water with the surging tide, and the waves came one after another, rolling in. The white foam slaps on the black reef, which is spectacular.
The old man in green shirt put his hands behind his back and looked at the sea in trance.
Behind him, a green donkey swayed its tail, stretched out its long neck and took a sip of the cold sea water. It snorted, shook its head dissatisfied, and used its hooves to pave the sand under the reef. A sea crab was hit by The black donkey came out of the sand, holding up two crab claws angrily. The black donkey fiddled with it a few times with its hooves, then raised its head and let out a few triumphant cries.
The old man was Li Xingzhi. He took out a palm-width dark yellow cloth made of an unknown material from his sleeve and examined it for a while, but still couldn't find anything.
He stroked the green donkey's smooth fur, sighed slightly and said: Qiu'er, go play. I'm going to go to sea and look for you when I come back. Don't go too far. People here have the custom of boiling donkey-hide gelatin. Don't get caught and skinned. "
The green donkey meowed a few times and kept wagging its tail, as if it understood what he said.
Li Xingzhi smiled and waved his hand: "Go, go!" Then he stepped into the sea, as if walking on land, and his figure in green clothes disappeared in the waves...
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A luxury carriage drove to the gate of Zhixingyuan. The driver got out and opened the curtain. Cui Mengshu, who had recovered as well as ever, walked out. The sun shone on his handsome and proud face. He looked at the plaque of Zhixingyuan above the door and smiled contemptuously. Went in.
Outside the small room in the backyard of the Zhixingyuan Punishment Hall, He An and Fan Dazhi walked out of the solitary room. They looked up and closed their eyes, with tears streaming down their faces.
After a long time, my eyes slowly adapted to the long-lost sunshine. My nose smelled the coolness of the late autumn air, and I looked at the withered crabapples in the yard. It felt like I was in another world.
The two of them returned to their residence, took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and hurried to class.
Yan Zhongjie was teaching "Guanzi". He glanced at two people coming outside. They were standing quietly at the door. It was either going in or not.
His face was gloomy, and he coughed lightly and said: "Come in, don't be late next time!" He An and Fan Dazhi hurriedly found an empty seat in the back row and sat down in despair.
When the bell rang three times, Yan Zhongjie just finished explaining a paragraph of explanation. He glanced at the classroom expressionlessly and said coldly: He An, Fan Dazhi, you two have missed a week of class. If you don't understand anything, feel free to ask for help. Go find me and walk out the door after saying that.
As soon as the teacher Yan Zhongjie left, the school building immediately exploded, and all the students started talking and buzzing.
"These two people are the famous He An and Fan Dazhi?"
"That's right! Lock up those two idiots when school starts, what a talent!"
"Look, that chubby guy must be Fan Dazhi. He loves to eat at first sight..."
"That's not right. Then He An looks polite and polite, and doesn't look like a troublemaker. Why do you think he can fight?
The female students whispered to each other and discussed, covering their mouths and laughing from time to time.
The male students couldn't help but crowded over, vying to see the two legendary gods.
