I Honor

Eight: One Sword, One Life

The mountains are lush, the trees are lush, and the sun shines through the branches and leaves, casting golden spots one after another on the ground.

The gray-robed monks Meng Qi and Mu Yunle gradually drifted away and finally disappeared at the end of the mountain road.

I don’t know how long it has passed, suddenly there are patches of blood gathered here, forming a blurred figure, with bright red eyes, ruthless and cruel, like a sea of ​​blood rakshasa

“Where did he go?” The spirit of the Blood Sea Rakshasa was like a ray of light, covering the barren mountains and mountains in an instant. Looking for bits and pieces about Meng Qi, and the little girl of the Huanhua Sword School in the description of Huanxi Bodhisattva, he found this place. There used to be traces of the two staying, but they have been far away for a long time, and they are currently missing. With the realm of my Dharma Body, I can only be sure that there is no way to detect it accurately.

He pondered for a while, and his figure suddenly disintegrated, bloody light flying, getting weaker and weaker, and disappearing in mid-air.

The mountains were silent again.

“Master, this is Licheng.” Mu Yunle changed into a light green shirt, looking more fresh and agile, pointing to the city not far away.

Licheng is not too far from the barren mountains where the ruined temple is located. With the two people’s footsteps, they arrived at the gate of the city in less than a day. Tired, I didn’t dare to ask questions rashly, I had nothing to say all the way, and it was very uncomfortable.

Meng Qi nodded, his gray monk robe was swinging lightly, and there was no Buddhist beads on his chest. He walked step by step into the city, stepped into the street, and every time he turned a corner, he always chose the direction very familiarly, and did not ask for directions or speak.

This made Mu Yunle secretly wonder, Master Zhending seemed to be very familiar with Li Cheng, so why did he lead the way by himself?

Turning her dark and moist eyes, Mu Yunle pretended to be casual and said: “Master, you have been to Licheng before.”

“Never.” Meng Qi answered concisely, as if everything was boring.

“Then where are you going in Licheng?” Mu Yunle became more and more puzzled. Although her master and other elders are strong in location, but such a mysterious high-rankingpeople, it’s the first time I met

The brook was murmuring, and the green trees were facing the wind. As soon as Mu Yunle finished asking, Meng Qi stopped in front of a small courtyard facing the river.

Click, click, the clear and beautiful sound of chopping firewood echoed around, without any sense of stagnation. It seemed that with the chopping of the axe, the firewood was naturally split into two, and the interval between the sound of clicks seemed to be measured by a ruler. Dou said that the length is always the same, there will be no slight difference

Mu Yunle just listened, and his face became solemn, and he let out a sigh in his heart, half puzzled and half surprised.

Although it seems to be a trivial matter in daily life, if I live in a different place, I will definitely not be able to do it to this level. Most of the elders can’t do it, and my master doesn’t know if it can be done. Just listening to the sound through the wall, it is natural in her mind Outline the image of a peerless sword and a lonely swordsman

Accompanied by the sound of clicking, there was also the sound of heavy breathing. For Mu Yunle himself, this was a sign of uncontrollable body that would only appear in the most fatigued situation. The sound of breathing is so clear.

However, she didn’t underestimate this, because the heavy breathing revealed the killing intent that she tried her best to suppress, and the insignificant feeling that was only leaked made her heart jump, the chill pierced her bones, her soul was shocked, her whole body trembled, and she couldn’t draw out her sword .

If the killing intent burst out completely, what kind of horror would it be? I am afraid that the illusion will condense into reality, turning into dark clouds and covering the city, killing all living things in an instant

“The strength of the woodcutter in the small courtyard is no less than that of Master, and even more than that. If his killing intent cannot be controlled, he is probably more terrifying than the contemporary Huanxi Bodhisattva, and more like a world-destroying demon. Among the black list, he can almost compete with demons. The emperor contends for the hegemony.” Mu Yunle suddenly had this thought in his heart.

She was captured by Huanxi Bodhisattva before, and she felt the horror of the firewood choppers in the courtyard only by comparing the displayed parts, but she couldn’t judge the specific strength for sure, after all, the realms were too different.

Compared with the “Devil Emperor”, she subconsciously ruled out the factor of “Devil Emperor’s Claw”, because her master Qinglian once mentioned that under normal circumstances, “Devil Emperor’s Claw” weakens the “Devil Emperor” rather than Strengthening, the “Devil Emperor” has to suppress the Demon Emperor’s Claw from time to time, so as not to be eroded by evil intentions and lose his sanity. Of course, if the “Devil Emperor” releases the “Devil Emperor’s Claw” at a critical moment, it will definitely be able to temporarily suppress the Dharma.

“Which evil giant is there, why have I never heard of it?” Mu Yunle recalled the famous monsters he knew, but he couldn’t match up with the firewood chopper in the courtyard.

This level of strength didn’t even make it to the land and black lists

She couldn’t help but glance at Meng Qi, feeling a little apprehensive and a little excited. She originally thought that she was born in a decent family, top-notch, and had outstanding eyesight and knowledge. If everyone knows famous people in the world, there will be no situation where they don’t know each other face-to-face. Master Zhending is one example, and the leftist giant who appeared because of his visit is another example. The world is so big, and there are many hidden and powerful people, far beyond my own cognition

Mu Yunle only felt that a brand new rivers and lakes had been lifted by Master Zhending, and it was unfolding in front of her eyes little by little. It was so fresh and so interesting.

Then she saw Master Zhending, a gray-robed monk with a peaceful expression, walking over and knocking lightly on the courtyard door.

In the courtyard, a woman dressed as a Taoist priest was holding an axe, and she was wearing firewood intently but violently. She was tall and tall, with a high nose and phoenix eyes, and a cold temperament. She had never worn a crown, and her hair was loose.

Knock, knock, knock on the door.

The woman was startled suddenly, as if she woke up from a dream. Only then did she realize that someone had come to her door

“Who?” she asked coldly, controlling her killing intent.

“The poor monk is sure.” A deep and flat voice came from outside the door.

The familiar feeling permeated the ears, and the female crown phoenix eyes opened:

“It’s you”

The killing intent of the enemy that I have been thinking about because of him makes me have to use all my strength to control it.

The killing intent burst out suddenly, and the courtyard became dark all of a sudden, as if dark clouds gathered, and the courtyard gate silently turned into rotten wood, as if walking to the end and losing all vitality.

This female crown is Taoist Jiesha, Saren Gaowa, the master of the wolf king. The holes in her body light up, and all of them bloom with strange and dark light. They are connected all the way, extending to the right hand, forming a mouthful of three feet three inches The three-point-long strange sword is pitch black, without light or lines, simple and eerie. The trees in the courtyard withered instantly and were twisted into pieces. The ground cracked into gaps and spread in all directions.

Then, the crack stopped abruptly when it reached the edge of the small courtyard, and the murderous intent penetrated silently, still unable to leave the courtyard

With the “death” of the courtyard gate, Taoist Jie Sha saw the enemy he “missed” day and night.

She froze for a moment, in her impression she was heroic, masculine and vigorous, and it seemed that nothing and any difficulty could stop him. The man turned into a gray-robed monk, with a haggard face and deep emotions, like a long-dead volcano, with blind eyesight Bo, with deep exhaustion, exhaustion of vicissitudes and frustration.

He actually became a monk again, and the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha

When the radiance was shining, step by step towards the peak, he escaped into the empty door

The astonishment was only a moment, and Taoist Jiesha’s aura climbed to the extreme, but the killing intent still couldn’t break through the courtyard wall, there seemed to be an invisible barrier there.

She said coldly: “Are you here to eliminate hidden dangers?”

quit killingThe sudden killing intent and the power displayed made Mu Yunle’s heart beat faster outside the door. It was the first time she met a strong man of the Grand Master rank and went all out. The momentum was full of killing intent. There seemed to be an illusion in front of her eyes. Frequently, he took a step unconsciously and hid behind Master Zhending. That not-so-tall back was lonely and desolate, but it made people feel very at ease.

The strength of the woodcutter in the courtyard is as expected. The evil spirits do not follow the Dharma Body. She is at least the top three. If she walks the rivers and lakes, she will definitely stir up the world, but she spends the rest of her life in a small courtyard with a pile of firewood. , the master Zhending who confronted the woodcutter without losing the wind, the ancient Buddha with green lanterns, the lotus flower in the ruined temple, and Mu Yunle’s rebirth.

Who are they and why did they choose such a destination?

Ten years ago, twenty years ago, did Master Zhending and the woodcutter in the courtyard have a reputation no less than that of the Devil Emperor and the Supreme Sword?

Mu Yunle was thinking about it.

The gray monk Meng Qi moved with the killing intent, stood by the door, his eyes were flat, his emotions were dead, he shook his head and said:

“If it wasn’t for your protection in the past, I might have died at the hands of the monster clan. Later, the world changed, and the grievances and hatred were hard to separate. I once thought about finding you and killing you to avoid future troubles, but in the end I felt uneasy.”

Taoist Jiesha said coldly: “It is my destiny to save you, and I will not regret it.”

“What’s the use of talking about it now? Could it be that you can repay your kindness with your life?”

Mu Yunle propped up his ears, not letting go of a word, one poignant story after another flashed in his mind.

“Your killing intent is not from yourself, but from the influence of Minghai Sword.” Meng Qi said calmly, unshaken by the killing intent, as if he had seen through the world and there was no wind or rain.

“So what?” Taoist Jiesha’s mood fluctuated slightly.

Meng Qi looked at her and said sincerely: “You are not the master of Minghai Sword, you are just the body of raising the sword. If you are willing to give up, you will have a new life.”

Taoist Jiesha hooked his lips, and said with a sneer, “I want to use this to dispel my killing intent and indirectly get rid of future troubles.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she moved suddenly, and the dull long sword in her hand suddenly appeared on Meng Qi’s chest, as if it had been there all along.

Meng Qi looked at her with a peaceful expression, his hands were lowered, and he did not move.

With a stabbing sound, the long sword, which would kill people if touched, pierced through Meng Qi’s chest, no blood flowed out, and all was absorbed.

“You…” Taoist Jiesha held a long sword and looked blankly at the gray-robed monk in front of him. He only felt that the other party’s body was real, and the killing intent and sword energy in his heart quickly faded because they frantically rushed towards Su Meng along the penetrating wound.

“Ah” Mu Yunle cried out, wanting to swing his sword to help, but under the strong pressure, he couldn’t pull out the sword at all.

Why didn’t Master Zhending resist and endured this terrifying sword with his body?

Meng Qi’s face was pale, his expression was peaceful, his eyes were full of exhaustion, and he said slowly:

“This sword repays your life-saving grace.”

His breath dropped sharply, but he didn’t die directly. His body trembled slightly, as if he couldn’t stand steadily.

The sword aura and killing intent of quitting killing disappeared, and he stared blankly at the hideous wound, and then at the pair of eyes like the dead sea, suddenly felt empty in his heart, unprecedentedly peaceful and peaceful.

Her tears suddenly flowed down, she let go of her right hand, the long sword without light disappeared, turned around, and left without looking back, no one knew where she went.

Mu Yunle stared blankly at this scene, feeling like a dream.

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