Chapter 428 How Do You Know that Hot Pot Is Popular if You Don't Know How Grandparents Meet
A sword rainbow passed through the chest.
Patriarch Xuanyin snorted and fell like fallen leaves.
His realm is not far from that of Master Liu Ci, the head of Qingshan, but he just shook his palm head-on with the emperor, and his consciousness was greatly impacted. How could he avoid Liu Ci's strongest sword, which had been gathering momentum for several days and was blessed by Qingshan?
Just when everyone thought that Patriarch Xuanyin must die, the fallen leaf suddenly disappeared in the wind, leaving only a trail of burning black smoke.
The black smoke is composed of very fine black powder, it should be the vajra he used to sneak attack on the unicorn earlier, he did not know what kind of evil method he used to replace his body, temporarily saved his life, and the reason why he burned was because the ancestor's blood was spilled, indicating that he was still seriously injured.
The sword light disappeared into the sea of clouds.
The matter did not end there.
The sea of clouds was churning and restless, like the snow on the top of Shenmo Peak, being walked by the cat named Liu Ada.
Countless sword intents appeared above the sea of clouds, sprinkled on the ground, and covered the mountains, rivers and lakes within a hundred miles of the East China Sea.
Those sword intents are either dense or calm, intertwined together, but they don't look like a net, but more like a mountain, or a giant sword.
After a distance of more than ten miles, those sword intents were still clearly transmitted to the ground, and the mountain guards of Guocheng Temple were activated again, appearing extremely vigilant and even restless. The winter trees on the edge swayed unsteadily, and needle-like leaves kept falling like rain.
The villagers outside Guocheng Temple and the patients who did not return home could not feel the sword intent, but they could clearly feel the awe and fear deep in their hearts.
The smell of firecrackers and bacon is cut into pieces, and disappears with the wind along with the atmosphere of the New Year.
Those sword intents seemed to be looking for something. The sword edge of the giant sword was heading north from Guocheng Temple, then turned east, and came to the sea.
The waves suddenly became quiet.
The blade of the invisible giant sword moved north again.
Wherever they passed along the way, evil cultivators appeared one after another and fled in all directions. Some big monsters who knew that they had committed serious crimes even cared about the danger of the earth's veins and burrowed into the ground desperately.
The sword's edge landed outside Shuiyue Nunnery.
The Tongtianjing leading to the underworld became quieter than usual, and there was no whimpering wind. There were two or three weak ghosts who avoided the scripture spells, and they were suppressed into green smoke without a sound as soon as they showed their heads.
The Master of Shuiyue Temple stood up by the lake, felt the sword intent in the sky, his face was solemn, thinking what happened, Qingshan actually activated the sword formation!
She turned and looked into the house.
In the round window, Guo Dong is still sleeping.
The nunnery master thought silently, when will you wake up, senior sister?
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Whether it is the leader of the righteous sect, or the rats of the evil sect, whether it is the ghost of the human world, or the ghost of the underworld, they all feel fear before this sword intent.
This is the rumored Castle Peak Sword Formation?
It is really unimaginable that thousands of miles away can affect the world by the East China Sea.
Du Haiseng glanced at Zhuo Rusui who was in a coma, and thought with emotion, being stared at by the Qingshan Sword Formation was a sure thing to die.
No wonder Patriarch Xuanyin and the other two sword escapers have peerless supernatural powers, but they can only live without seeing the light of day.
If it wasn't for someone's preparations, I believe Patriarch Xuanyin would have died.
Moreover, Patriarch Xuanyin was seriously injured at this time. If he couldn't isolate the Qingshan Sword Formation from probing, who knows how long he can live?
The blood essence of the ancestor Xuanyin fell from the sky into the Guocheng Temple, and it was still burning, and soon ignited several temples near Jingyuan.
The eminent monk of Guocheng Temple withdrew the mountain protection array of Venerable Minghuo as quickly as possible, and replaced it with the bottle-holding array of Venerable Purification Water, but the fire could only be slightly controlled and became smaller, but could not be extinguished immediately.
Hundreds of monks rushed over from the main halls in the backyard of the front monastery, carrying buckets to put out the fire. They were so busy that the scene looked extremely chaotic.
Jing Jiu turned around and looked at the two mountains behind Jingyuan.
The eaves of Chenghua Hall can be seen faintly in the mountains.
nobody.
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Before Jing Jiu looked over, there was a conversation on the eaves corner of Chenghua Hall.
At that time, Zhuo Rusui just raised his head and looked at Patriarch Xuanyin.
Yin San and Bai Mao have lived in the green mountains for countless years, so they are naturally the most sensitive, and have already judged what is about to happen.
There was a gloomy look in the white cat's eyes, and he thought silently: "You will be miserable now."
It has only been thirty years since Yin San escaped from the Sword Prison and borrowed weight to recover. No matter how good his talent and experience are, if he doesn't take a detour, he is now at most a wilderness. If Patriarch Xuanyin was killed, how could he survive without the protection of a superpower?
Strangely, Yin San was very calm, as if he had already guessed that Liu Ci would unleash his sword and the Qingshan sword array would start.
He didn't seem to care about the life and death of Patriarch Xuanyin, and said, "I said tonight is just to watch a play."
The cold emotion in the white cat's eyes turned into fear again, wondering what else could happen?
Yin San stood up, ready to leave.
There was a sound of branches breaking in the woods outside Chenghua Hall, and the blood-colored sword light diffused like clouds.
A figure rose through the air and landed on the corner of the eaves. It was Zhao Layue.
She was thrown into the woods by Jing Jiu, the fall was not very heavy, but her mind was a little confused, and it was only then that she regained consciousness a little.
She looked at the young monk and asked warily, "Who are you?"
Yin San said with emotion: "It's really rude, no wonder I didn't like you from the beginning."
After saying this, he tapped the corner of the eaves with his toes, floated up like a big bird, and soon disappeared into the forest beyond Chenghua Hall.
Zhao Layue had only seen such a quick but ethereal movement technique on one person, and her vigilance was greatly increased, but she did not hesitate to rise up with the sword.
Firth Sword turned into a bright blood light and disappeared into the forest.
The white cat finally regained its freedom, turned to look into the forest, subconsciously took a few steps there, and then stopped.
It turned its head and walked towards the front of the eaves corner, looked at Jingyuan, confirmed that Jing Jiu was fine, and then slowly stopped.
Where should we go?
This is really the deepest question in the world, the hardest choice.
It hesitated, struggled, and gave birth to infinite shame and anger, and finally lay down on the corner of the eaves, and simply did not move.
Love so and so.
The cat doesn't serve me anymore.
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Among the master swords of Qingshan Nine Peaks, Buer Sword is the fastest, Sanchi Sword is the coldest, Jiekong Sword is the lightest, and Rusui Sword is the softest.
Firth Sword is ranked last among the Nine Swords, but as Jingyang Zhenren's saber back then, its power and level are naturally by no means the last, and it is even the fastest in terms of speed.
The fastest among the Qingshan Nine Swords, it can almost be said to be the fastest sword in the world.
Zhao Layue, who was in the first stage of Youye, fully controlled the Fusi sword, and was comparable to the sea-breaking realm sword cultivator who controlled ordinary flying swords.
In an instant, she crossed the mountain forest behind Chenghua Hall, passed the outermost monk's house of Guocheng Temple, and came to the cliff outside the side door.
What shocked her was that the young monk didn't have a sword, he didn't use a magic weapon, and he didn't see any volleying techniques. He just waved his sleeves lightly, and he was able to fly so fast that even she couldn't catch up.
It's fine if the young monk is a master of the heaven-reaching realm, but the problem is that her sword eyes are sharp, and she is very sure that the opponent's realm is only about the same as her own.
What method did the other party use? Could it be a harpy?
Something that shocked her even more happened.
The young monk turned around suddenly, looked at her and said with a smile, "I'm not a demon chicken, don't think about it."
Zhao Layue was shocked for two reasons.
This young monk turned around and flew, extremely chic, but the speed did not slow down at all, it was really scary.
And he actually uttered Lord Yinfeng's extremely secret name, which shows that he has a deep connection with Qingshan!
"Senior, please stay!"
Zhao Layue said in a deep voice, but Feijian didn't slow down at all, and chased after him.
The bird shadow and the sword light floated over the cliff and the vegetable garden under the cliff one after another.
There was a creaking sound from the vegetable garden.
That's when someone opened the door.
"What's wrong?"
"fine."
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The sky moved a little, and the shadows of the trees increased by several inches, and they were more than seventy miles away from Guocheng Temple.
Hongxia receded, and Zhao Layue appeared, stepping on the sword and flying into the air, looking at the huge banyan tree beside the official road.
On the last day of the old year, people are celebrating the new year at home, and there is no one on the official road, so there is no need to worry about being frightened or killed by the aftermath of the practitioner's battle.
The melodious sound of the flute came from the banyan tree, not so festive as to welcome the new year, as if it was just feeling lucky for the officials of the Qingtian Division.
Yin San leaned on the branch, holding the bone flute in both hands, played a few casually and then put it down.
He also felt a little tired, a little out of breath, and needed to rest for a while.
"Don't worry, you can rest for a while, I think your flute sounds very nice."
Zhao Layue said with a blank expression: "Although playing the flute at this time is really inexplicable and too pretentious."
According to her temperament, she managed to catch up with her, so of course she should directly use her sword to kill her instead of talking nonsense.
The same is true of the practice circle's evaluation of her style.
The reason for this is because she wants to delay for some time.
It is also a great burden for her to control the sword at such a fast speed, and she needs time to recover.
More importantly, she didn't have the confidence...to keep this young monk.
Whether it is procrastination or lack of self-confidence, it is a rare thing for her.
This has something to do with the miraculous body skills displayed by the young monk, and because the scene on the top of the Chenghua Hall has always been deeply engraved in her heart.
At that time, Lord White Ghost was held in the arms of this young monk, and he behaved extremely obediently and honestly.
In all these years at the top of Shenmo Peak, neither she nor Gu Qing and Yuan Qu have ever seen it like this.
This young monk was actually able to restrain Lord White Ghost... No matter how confident she was, she knew that she could not be his opponent.
"Want to procrastinate? It really doesn't look like the legendary Zhao Layue."
Yin San inserted the bone flute back into his waist, looked at her and said with a smile.
Zhao Layue didn't care that the other party saw that she was delaying time, because she knew that she was neither Concubine Hu Gui nor Xiao He, and she was not good at acting.
"Then who is the senior in the legend?"
Yin San didn't answer her question, but said, "Jing Jiu didn't dare to bring chickens and dogs with him, and the old turtle couldn't take him with him, so he could only bring cats. The problem is... cats are always very timid, so my realm is actually not as high as you imagined. Do you want to try to kill me?"
To this young monk, the four guardians of Qingshan were like pets raised by the neighbors... Zhao Layue then thought that when he thought about whether the other party was a bird demon, the other party had given an answer, and then when he was thinking about Lord White Ghost, he gave the answer again, and his expression changed slightly.
Could it be that the other party can read minds?
"What is mind reading? It's a trick played by charlatans. I use Taoism, not tricks."
Yin San sighed and said, "Qingshan is really not as good as one generation after another. Didn't Jing Jiu teach you the truth that a sword can bear thousands?"
Zhao Layue's guess was confirmed, and her eyes became more vigilant, wondering what kind of monster she had encountered.
The next moment, she expelled all these thoughts out of the sea of consciousness, calmed down her sword intent, and entered the enlightened mind of Dao, preventing the other party from prying into her mind.
It was at this moment that she thought of a possibility.
Yin San raised his eyebrows slightly, looking a little displeased, and said with a slight mockery: "Why don't you want to? Because you are afraid that others will guess your thoughts, you just don't want to, just like you never entered the world because you were worried that your Dao heart would be disturbed by the world? You didn't eat because you were worried about shitting, and you didn't live because you were worried about dying?"
Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said, "What you think has nothing to do with me, and what I think has nothing to do with you."
Yin San said with a blank expression: "Do you know why I don't like you? Because you are becoming more and more like him, you don't care about anything, you only know how to guard yourself with your sword, and practice to break through the realm. It's extremely boring. The way is in the world, and it's between a meal and a meal. The way of extinction of emotion is really vulgar."
Zhao Layue said: "This is the duty of a monk."
Yin San shook his head and said, "No, you were led astray by him. I know you used to like hot pot, but I think it's long gone now."
Zhao Layue said: "You are wrong, I still like to eat hot pot very much."
Yin San's eyes changed slightly, and he said, "Don't tell me he doesn't care about you?"
Zhao Layue looked into his eyes and said seriously: "He told me that everyone has their own way, so he doesn't like to eat hot pot, but he won't stop me from eating hot pot, but you like to eat hot pot, and you want to let the whole world and even people in the underworld come to eat it, which is wrong."