I Honor

Eleven: The Action of the Rebel

Watching Yuan Yang fly away, Mu Yunle stood by the edge of the forest, his shirt fluttering in the wind, quite slender.

Suddenly, she sighed full of melancholy, turned around and went back, brushing branches and leaves, dazed in a daze.

Master often said that the so-called sadness and suffering are when beautiful things are destroyed. Whether it is a relationship or a character, it has to make people feel distressed, so that there are all kinds of emotions later, and I feel this way now.

In the past, the big man who was glorious in the world and swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger, now the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng, is desolate and miserable. Just thinking about it makes people feel emotional and feel sorry for him.

She was standing in the forest, not far away was Master Zhending sitting cross-legged, the famous “Crazy Sword” Su Meng ten years ago.

It turned out that he had the battle of the gods. No wonder Huanxi Bodhisattva saw that he just wanted to escape. With the power of Ananda’s breaking precepts and sword skills, it’s no wonder that the Venerable Wan Chong was so frightened that he was seriously injured.

Looking at that haggard and vicissitudes of face, recalling the heroic masculinity and high-spiritedness described in many anecdotes in the world, she felt emotional ups and downs, and she lamented that good fortune made people, the world is impermanent, and there is hidden sadness.

Mu Yunle took a deep breath, walked over, and said with a smile, “Master, where are we going next?”

She no longer thought about inquiring about the stories hidden under the silence and sadness, it must be an unbearable past, if she asked, it would be like stabbing a knife in the heart of Master Zhending.

Ten years is a long time, and there have been great changes. At that time, I was still a fledgling yellow-haired girl, fighting cocks and teasing dogs all day long. Now I am well-known in the world, with a small accomplishment in swordsmanship. Master Zhending’s grief must be very heavy, and he will only be hidden for ten years. , Aoyama does not change

Then she saw Master Zhending opened his eyes, looking like an ancient well as always, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of exhaustion, he got up slowly, with his hands hanging down naturally. The voice said in a low voice:

“Since you’re here, come out.”

Now that you’re here, let’s come out! The spirit integrated into the world spreads outward. Present all the nearby bits and pieces in the sea of ​​mind.

There was the sound of a branch breaking. She looked back and saw a middle-aged man with a toga and long sleeves walking out of the forest on the other side. Has a demon-like enchanting charm. With a leisurely and slow pace and a relaxed and calm expression, Mu Yunle suddenly came up with a poem:

Ren Pingsheng

As he walked step by step, there was nothing in his senses. Mu Yunle closed his eyes.Shrinking, the hidden memory is naturally activated, and various descriptions and images gradually overlap with the person in front of him.

this is

This is “Magician” Han Guang

In the past thousands of years, the most outstanding and stunning figure of evil spirits

He stepped out two years ago. Having become an Earth Immortal, he won’t lose out in a brief fight with Su Wuming. Ranked third in the Tianbang, one of the top figures in the Eight Desolation and Liuhe, a veritable great devil

This kind of demon is enough to force the Huanhua Sword Sect to close the mountain gate for self-defense, and if it is a little careless, it will destroy the sect. Mu Yunle has an illusory feeling of being trapped in a dream. In the stories that flowed from ear to ear, I never thought that I would meet him before the location

Dongdongdong, Mu Yunle’s heart was beating extremely fast, and the hand holding the sword was full of cold sweat. It was no different from being unable to draw the sword when facing Huanxi Bodhisattva. Now he is normal, but it is unprecedentedly clear that this sword will definitely not hit the opponent. will hurt yourself.

This does not come from a clear comparison of realms, but a hunch from the unity of man and nature.

“Heaven” is the Emperor of Heaven, and the Emperor of Heaven is Han Guang

The hidden aura seemed to be surging, and Mu Yunle felt suffocated standing behind Meng Qi. At this moment, she saw the “magician” stop casually, standing in front of a certain opportunity, and said with a slight smile :

“I haven’t seen you for ten years, and Kuang Dao has become a lone monk. It’s really embarrassing.”

Meng Qi still looked like a dead tree and said: “The benefactor has made great achievements, and his demeanor is even better than before, not comparable to that of a poor monk.”

The breath is deep, and the candle in the wind is empty and quiet.

Han Guang nodded slightly, not revealing his arrogance, but said with emotion: “Ten years of sitting, ten years of torment, what extraordinary people can do, but there are extraordinary things.”

Speaking of this, he changed the subject: “I have dealt with her several times, and she often said that she would kill you to prove the way. She was really aggressive and sharpened her knife to the cattle and sheep. At that time, I actually believed it a little bit. In the end, she was willing to die at your hands, hey, it is said that she speaks truth and lies, is good at deceiving people, sincerity does not deceive me, deceives all beings, and also deceives myself.”

Mu Yunle’s heart skipped a beat when he heard it, and he subconsciously looked at Master Zhending, only to see that those tired and dead eyes seemed to be beating with flames and whirlpools, but gradually, they returned to calm and hidden.

Who is she that the magician said

Meng Qi lowered his head as if paying homage to the Buddha, but he did not recite the Buddha’s name, but said plainly: “Samsara struggles, it is hard to find bliss, everyone falls into the sea of ​​suffering, there is no exception, she is like this, poor monk is like this, and so is the benefactor. .”

Han Guang smiled, turned around suddenly and left without saying a word, extremely chic.

“Let’s go now.” Mu Yunle was stunned.

Fleeing light and soaring, Han Guang returned to the border between the grassland and the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and landed in front of Rakshasa in the sea of ​​blood.

“How?” Blood Sea Raksha didn’t notice the big fluctuations between the heaven and the earth, and the two didn’t seem to make a move.

With an inexplicable smile on the corner of Han Guang’s mouth, he said, “We met and said a few words.”

“He has attained the Dharmakaya.” Xuehai Luocha asked the key point.

Han Guang put his hands behind his back and said with emotion: “It should not have broken through yet, and is under self-repression.”

“Suppression and breakthrough” Xuehai Luocha frowned and thought, “Crazy Saber” Su Meng wanted to be perfect to the extreme before advancing

He pondered and said: “Is it the characteristics of the other shore, or is it the cause of all fruits?”

“It’s probably the latter, but it’s almost the same as a certain characteristic of the other side. As for the others, he hides them very deeply, and I’m still not sure.” Han Guang’s eyes flashed a trace of doubt.

Xuehai Luocha was puzzled and said: “Then why don’t you do anything to get rid of this son, I will have trouble sleeping and eating in the future, even if I can’t kill him today, I will force him to break his kung fu.”

Han Guang turned his head, turned his back to the Blood Sea Rakshasa, and walked slowly, with a mellow voice: “Even if he is not seriously injured, I am 100% sure to kill him.”

“But I have a subtle premonition that if I make a move, the price I will bear will make me regret it very much.”

The Blood Sea Rakshasa was speechless.

Gong Ziyu drove Meng Qi and Kong Zhao away from Zhoudi and entered the chaotic world.

The first stop is Cai Guo.

“Marquis Cai is benevolent and righteous. He loves the people like a son. He is lenient in punishment and light in labor. He often uses treasuries to help the common people. There is no starvation in the streets. Most of the offenders are based on lessons. He is extremely merciful. If the fiefdom is not too small, he should be righteous. Those who help more will end this troubled world and become a figure like Duke Zhou.” Kong Zhao looked through the car window at the capital of Cai Guo not far away.

He is not a person who works behind closed doors, and he still has a good understanding of the affairs of the princes.

Meng Qi, whose alias was Lao Dan, half-opened and half-closed his eyes, and did not speak. Gong Ziyu drove the carriage to the capital.

After some inspection, the carriage entered the city.

Kong Zhao looked out the window with great interest, intending to see the paradise in his mind.

Seeing this, his complexion changed. The street was chaotic, people drew their swords at each other from time to time, thieves were rampant, strong beams ran rampant, and the weak and young were all in danger, creating a cloud of smoke.

Moreover, there are people with intact hands and feet but doing nothing everywhere on the roadside. Their stomachs are growling, they are still basking in the sun, and they don’t want to work.

“The monarch has opened the treasury for relief again.” A voice came from afar.

With a quick swipe, all the lazy and murderers disappeared, and they all flocked to Miyagi’s location, creating a mess all over the place.

open shop, the hard-working people looked at their backs with hatred, and the conflict was on the verge of breaking out.

“How do you feel?” Meng Qi asked in a low voice.

Kong Zhao did not answer immediately, but got out of the carriage, went deep into the field, and asked different people.

After a long time, he returned to the carriage, knelt with his back straight, faced Meng Qi and said:

“The disciple understood a truth, and asked the teacher for advice.”

He began to address each other as teachers.

“What’s the point?” Meng Qi didn’t open his eyes.

Kong Zhao said seriously, “It’s too late.”

“The teacher thinks so”

However, he did not wait for the teacher’s instructions. Meng Qi seemed to be in a deep sleep, but there was a sound in his mouth:

“Go to the next country.”

Kong Zhao looked puzzled, he didn’t understand why this happened, whether he was right or not

Could it be that the teacher hopes that he can reflect on himself from time to time and not rely on others, and only when he has learned more and has a complete idea can he really start giving advice?

Seeing the magician come and leave inexplicably, Mu Yunle felt as if he was in a dream, feeling extremely dazed.

She restrained her mind and planned to ask Master Zhending where to go next.

At this moment, she heard Master Zhending sigh softly: “You are here.”

In front of Mu Yunle’s eyes, there was a woman wearing a dress of Ehuang, with black eyebrows and big eyes, very bright, heroic and introverted, like a sword hidden in the sheath that cuts the clouds and slashes down. It looks like a fairy descending to earth.

It was her, Mu Yunle, who was stunned, and saw the fairy walk up to Master Zhending step by step, and smiled:

“I am coming.”

“Young Master Wang said that he could meet you here, and it really came true.”

The ten-year gap is erased with one word, without asking or probing.

The corners of Meng Qi’s mouth curled slightly, and he said with a light smile, “Then let’s go and meet Mr. Wang.”

Seeing Master Zhending flying up with the help of the fairy, watching them turn their heads to salute her, Mu Yunle opened his mouth, wanted to say something but couldn’t say anything, a faint sadness filled his heart.

Sure enough, as long as Su Meng’s identity as “Crazy Saber” is restored, Master Zhending is no longer a lone monk supported by him, he is a big figure in the world of the Supreme Sword, the Demon Emperor and the Demon Master, and he is far from being able to touch it. It’s like a mortal looking at a fairy.

As the two figures went away, Mu Yunle only felt uncomfortable in his heart. All the sad poems he had recited in the past disappeared, and he only sighed.

Teenagers don’t know what it’s like to be sad, and fall in love with upper floors. Fall in love with the upper floors, and worry about writing new words. Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to say it. I want to say goodbye, but I say it’s a cool autumn. To be continued.

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