That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 101

Apart from cultivating Taoism and seeking longevity, most of the high-ranking people in the world have a preference for elegance. Over the years, many of them are at the level of masters.Among them, Qin Mumian's Yaoqin and Qingwu, Murongxuan's Dongxiao and Pipa, Lanyu's Go Nineteen Ways, Xiao Yu's regular script official script, Xiao Jin's cursive running script, Chen Ye's gold and stone seal carving, Lin Yinping's Danqing painting, Qiuye's search for dragon and hope, Gongsun Zhongmou's wine making, Zhang Xueyao's tea art, and Murong Xuanyin's singing.

Although Murong Xuanyin is a great master in the practice world, he has a good understanding of rhythm, can read songs, is especially good at duplicating two characters, and self-made lyrics. The world is amazed by him. After he became the leader of Xuanjiao, he acted more and more unscrupulously, regardless of his identity. Yuan Shiqing, a master of Liyuan, even painted his face with chalk and went on the stage in person. He still plays Danjiao the most, and was praised as "everything springs with a smile, and sorrow forever with a cry".

This time, Murong Xuanyin cried before laughing, it is truly a worry for all ages.

Qiu Ye suppressed the rage that suddenly surged in his heart, and under balance, he did not take care of Murong Xuanyin who had ruined his own affairs, but continued to pursue Gongsun Zhongmou who had lost the best time to kill him.

At this time, although Gongsun Zhongmou had been flying nearly a thousand miles away with his sword in an instant, his body was overwhelmed by the forceful use of the sword 36 earlier, his figure was shaky, and his breath was dim. He was clearly caught in a miserable situation between life and death. Even if Qiuye doesn't go after him, whether he can save his life depends on God's will.

But Qiuye doesn't want to look at God's will, he wants to take everything into his own hands.

Seeing Qiuye's palms facing each other, a slender, pointed cone slowly appeared between his palms from scratch, and said softly: "Please help the poor Daoist three friends."

Among the three Autumn Leaf Taoists, the young Taoist laughed loudly, unsheathed the flying sword behind his back, and flew thousands of miles away with his sword.

A long time after the sword strike, a series of muffled thunders sounded between the sky and the earth.

Thousands of miles away, the young Taoist's sword caught up with Gongsun Zhongmou, and the two hit each other, making Gongsun Zhongmou's Yujian have to pause for a moment.

Just this pause is enough for the No.1 Akiba in the world.

He lightly clasped his fingers and said the word go, the sharp awl in his hand disappeared without a trace, and the next moment it directly appeared on Gongsun Zhongmou's chest, piercing through the front and back, surrounded by purple lightning.

Since you Gongsun Zhongmou stabbed me with a sword through the heart, then I will give you a chest-penetrating magic-suppressing awl.

A tick for a tick.

After seeing this scene, Murong Xuanyin shook his head. Facing the old Taoist's whisk, he retreated again and again, directly retreating into the Sword Qi Lingkong Hall, grabbed Xu Beiyou Huahong and started to flee desperately.

At this moment, the majestic old man who had been watching the battle finally made his move.

At this moment, there seemed to be thunder in Murong Xuanyin's ears, "Murong Xuanyin!"

Even though Murong Xuanyin had been on guard for a long time, he still lost his mind for a moment.

The next moment, in his field of vision, a ray of light lit up, like a tiny firefly in the summer night sky.

Almost at the moment when he came back to his senses, the glow of the firefly suddenly magnified, like a new moon rising slowly in front of him.

Murong Xuanyin almost squeezed out four words between her teeth, "Wanyan Beiyue!"

The old man who made the move was none other than Wanyan Beiyue, the late founder of the country.

Actually, this was not a new moon, but Wanyan Beiyue's punch occupied Murong Xuanyin's entire field of vision.

Xu Beiyou, who was caught by Murong Xuanyin, stared blankly at the punch that slammed hard on the rainbow light transformed by Murong Xuanyin, and a trembling sound as violent as Hong Zhong Dalu suddenly spread out, which even made him feel a little nervous. Deaf for a moment.

Although the rainbow light never shattered, it shook violently for a while, and countless brilliance suddenly bloomed and overflowed.

But Murong Xuanyin just paused for a moment, then gave up all defensive means, and ran away wholeheartedly.

If Wanyan Beiyue delays him for a while until Qiu Ye frees up his hand to form a siege with the other eight people watching the battle, then even if he is on the [-]th floor, he will also perish here.

At the moment Murong Xuanyin paused, Wanyan Beiyue threw out both fists, and landed hard on Murong Xuanyin's back with the force of breaking a mountain.

These two punches hit Murong Xuanyin until his eyes were purple, but it was a pity that Wanyan Beiyue only had his soul out of his body, not his real body, and his cultivation was limited, so he couldn't take this opportunity to seriously injure Murong Xuan Negative.

Murong Xuanyin turned her head, a blood-red light flashed in the vertical eyes between the brows on her forehead, forcing Wanyan Beiyue to stop resisting.

Just like that, Murong Xuanyin seized a chance of life, and escaped under the watchful eyes of Qiu Ye and the nine earth immortal masters.

It was only at this moment that Xu Beiyou, who was surrounded by Murong Xuanyin, truly realized what the world described by his master was like. Under the deeds of gods who come and go, there is also the profundity and cruelty of life and death.

——A blood rainbow streaked across the sky, and in the blood rainbow was a person with a sword.

Every time Gongsun Zhongmou took a breath, he could feel the pain penetrating into the bone marrow. The qi mechanism in the sea of ​​qi was exhausted. The Sea of ​​Consciousness in the Purple Mansion of Upper Dantian is still intact, and I am afraid that he no longer exists at this time.

Now he is not so much walking with the sword, but as being coerced by Zhu Xian. After flying for hundreds of miles, he fell from the sky and smashed a deep hole on the ground, causing dust to rise everywhere.

Zhu Xian and the sword box he brought out were scattered around.

Gongsun Zhongmou lay on the bottom of the pit, looking at the sky above his head, his vision gradually blurred.

Today, he originally had the will to die, but when Murong Xuanyin appeared, he still chose to run away. One was because he didn't want to disappoint Murong Xuanyin's righteousness of saving his life, and the other was because he wanted to explain to Xu Beiyou what happened behind him. thing.

He has been a member of the Sword Sect ever since he joined the Sword Sect. From the first time he held a sword to now holding the world's number one Immortal Sword Zhu Xian, he stumbled along the way, gaining and losing, but this journey was too hasty. He didn't even have time to turn around and take a good look at the path he had traveled.

Now he can finally calm down and think about it.

Pictures of the past flashed through Gongsun Zhongmou's mind, first he thought of his elder brother Gongsun Bofu, then his master Shangguan Xianchen, and finally he was fixed on a face that was either happy or angry.

The confused Gongsun Zhongmou was immersed in it, as if he had returned to that many years ago.

It was an early spring when the spring breeze passed Yumen Pass again, and the scene of vigorous vitality and all things blooming was still in front of my eyes.

The spring breeze traveled through the northwest, crossed the Central Plains, and came to the south of the Yangtze River, wrinkling a lake of spring water.

There is another courtyard on the lake.

He was standing in front of the hall of the other courtyard on the lake, and a woman in white was walking towards him with a faint smile on her face.This smile was neither strong nor blazing, but it made him feel a heartfelt joy from the inside out.

In the hall are two wedding candles that have just been burned out, and thick candle tears are piled up on the candlesticks, as if a woman's rouge is shedding tears.

In a daze, Gongsun Zhongmou stretched out his hand to grab the woman.But the woman floated away from his fingers, and then went away in an instant, her face was blurred, leaving only an unforgettable figure from her back.

Finally disappeared completely.

There was darkness in Gongsun Zhongmou's eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, Gongsun Zhongmou, who had passed out, slowly opened his eyes. The sky was pitch black, and there were already stars twinkling.

The Zhuxian sword was inserted obliquely not far from him, exuding a dark luster. The old man sighed in his heart. Unexpectedly, at the end of the matter, what he was most worried about was not Xu Beiyou, nor Jianzong, nor the Gongsun family that had long been destroyed. , but the one who has been separated for many years.

Gongsun Zhongmou struggled for a while, but couldn't stand up, so he lay here resignedly, and gently closed his eyelids.

There are eight sufferings in Buddhism, birth, old age, sickness, death, separation from love, resentment and hatred, not getting what you want, and not letting go.

His Gongsun Zhongmou, after the fall of Jianzong and the peace of the world, refused to go back to the mountains to seek peace of mind to ascend, but still wanted to walk in the world. In the end, he still couldn't let go.

Walking for many years, mediocrity, is nothing to ask for.

The husband and wife are strangers after all, it is love and parting.

Fighting with Qiu Ye on the Lotus Peak today is a resentment meeting.

Birth is suffering.

Getting old is getting old.

Suffering from illness is due to illness.

Now he is seriously injured and dying.

The eight sufferings of the Buddhist family have already gathered together.

Life should be bitter.

Gongsun Zhongmou forced a smile, remembering a sentence he read many years ago.

"It's okay to suffer in life, it's good for a loved one to return home."

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(End of this chapter)