Chapter 916: One Sword, One Life

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

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

After an unknown period of time, pieces of blood suddenly gathered here and condensed into a vague figure, with bright red eyes, ruthless and cruel, just like the Blood Sea Rakshasa!

"Where did he go..." The spirit of the Blood Sea Rakshasa was like light, instantly covering the barren mountains and wild ridges, looking for bits and pieces about Meng Qi, as well as the little girl of the Huanhua Sword Sect described by the Happy Bodhisattva. It was found that there were traces of the two staying here, but they had long gone away and were currently missing. With the realm of his Dharma body, he could only vaguely grasp it, and there was no way to accurately detect it!

He pondered for a moment, and his figure suddenly collapsed, blood flew, becoming fainter and fainter, and disappeared in mid-air.

The mountains returned to silence.

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"Master, this is Licheng." Mu Yunle changed into a light green shirt, which made him look more fresh and lively, and pointed to the city not far away.

Licheng was not too far from the wild mountains where the ruined temple was located. With the pace of the two people, they arrived at the city gate in less than a day. Along the way, Mu Yunle saw that Master Zhending was still silent and had a kind of fatigue from vicissitudes of life. He did not dare to ask rashly. He was very uncomfortable without saying anything along the way.

Meng Qi nodded, his gray monk robe fluttering lightly, without Buddhist beads on his chest, he walked into the city step by step, stepped into the street, and every time he turned a corner, he always chose the direction very familiarly, without asking for directions or talking.

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

His dark and moist eyes turned, and Mu Yunle pretended to be casual: "Master, have you been to Licheng before?"

"No." Meng Qi answered concisely, as if everything was boring.

"Where are you going to Licheng?" Mu Yunle was more and more puzzled. Although her master and other elders were all powerful people in the outer scene, it was the first time she met such a mysterious master!

The brook was gurgling, and the green trees were in the wind. As soon as Mu Yunle asked this question, Meng Qi stopped in front of a small courtyard by the river.

Crack, crack, the crisp and beautiful sound of chopping wood echoed around, without any obstruction or dullness. It seemed that with the fall of the axe, the firewood was naturally divided into two, and the interval between the crackling sounds seemed to be measured by a ruler, always the same length, without any difference!

Mu Yunle just listened, her face became solemn, and she exclaimed in her heart, half puzzled and half surprised.

Although it seems to be a trivial matter in daily life, if she is in a different place, she will definitely not be able to do it to this extent. Most of the elders can't do it, and I don't know if her master can do it. Just by listening to the sound through the wall, she naturally outlined the image of a peerless sword and a lonely swordsman in her mind!

Along with the crackling sound, there was also a heavy breathing sound. For Mu Yunle herself, this was a sign of uncontrolled body that would only appear when she was most tired. If the strong man in the outer scene was not in extremely bad condition, it would never make such a clear breathing sound.

However, she did not despise it at all, because the heavy breathing revealed the killing intent that was suppressed with all her strength. The only insignificant feeling that leaked out made her heart tremble, chilled to the bone, shocked her soul, trembled all over, and could not draw her sword.

If the killing intent burst out completely, how terrifying would it be? I am afraid that the illusion would condense into reality, turning into dark clouds covering the city, and instantly killing all living things!

"The strength of the woodcutter in the small courtyard is no less than that of the master, and most likely even better... If 'his' killing intent cannot be controlled, it is probably more terrible than the contemporary Happy Bodhisattva, and more like the world-destroying evil demon. In the black list, he can almost compete with the 'Demon Emperor'..." This thought came to Mu Yunle's mind.

She had been captured by Joyful Bodhisattva, and just by comparing the parts that she showed, she felt deeply the horror of the woodcutter in the courtyard, but she could not judge his specific strength for sure, after all, the realm was too different.

Compared with the "Demon Emperor", she subconsciously excluded the factor of "Demon Emperor Claw", because her master Qinglian Gongzi once mentioned that under normal circumstances, "Demon Emperor Claw" weakened the "Demon Emperor" rather than strengthened it, and the "Demon Emperor" had to suppress the Demon Emperor Claw from time to time to avoid being eroded by evil intentions and losing his spiritual wisdom. Of course, if the "Demon Emperor" released the "Demon Emperor Claw" at a critical moment, it would definitely be able to suppress the Dharma Master for a short time!

"Who is the evil giant inside? Why have I never heard of it?" Mu Yunle recalled the famous demons she knew, but none of them could match the woodcutter in the courtyard.

Such strength is not on the Earth List and the Black List?

She couldn't help but glance at Meng Qi, feeling a little panicked and a little excited. She originally thought that she was born in a famous and upright family, a top power, and her vision and knowledge were outstanding. She knew most of the famous people in the world, and she would not fail to recognize them in person. Who knew that Master Zhending was one example, and the left-handed giant who appeared because of his visit was another example. The world is so big, and there are so many hidden strongmen, far beyond her cognition!

Mu Yunle felt that a brand new world was unveiled by Master Zhending, and it was revealed in front of her little by little. It was so fresh and interesting.

Then she saw the gray-robed monk Master Zhending with a peaceful expression walked over and knocked on the door gently.

In the yard, a woman dressed as a Taoist priest was holding an axe, concentrating but showing a sense of irritability and carrying firewood. She was tall, with a high nose and phoenix eyes, and a cold temperament. She never wore a crown, and her hair was casually scattered.

Dong Dong Dong, there was a knock on the door.

The woman was startled, as if she had woken up from a dream. It was only then that she realized someone was at her door!

"Who?" She asked coldly, controlling her murderous intent.

"I am Zhending." A low and calm voice came from outside the door.

A familiar feeling penetrated her ears, and the nun's phoenix eyes opened:

"It's you!"

The enemy she had been thinking about! The murderous intent caused by him made her have to use all her strength to control it!

The murderous intent suddenly burst out, and the yard suddenly became dark, as if dark clouds were gathering. The gate of the yard silently turned into rotten wood, as if it had reached the end and lost all vitality.

This nun was none other than the Taoist priest who abstained from killing, the Wolf King's master, Sarengaowa. Her acupoints all over her body lit up, all emitting strange and dark lights. They connected all the way and extended to her right hand, condensing into a strange sword that was three feet, three inches and three centimeters long. It was pitch black, without light or patterns, simple and strange. The trees in the courtyard withered in an instant and were crushed into pieces. The ground cracked open and spread in all directions.

Then, the cracks stopped abruptly at the edge of the courtyard. The killing intent penetrated silently, but still could not leave the courtyard!

With the "death" of the courtyard gate, the Taoist priest who abstained from killing saw the enemy he "missed" day and night.

She was slightly stunned. The man who was heroic, masculine, and high-spirited in her impression, who seemed to have no difficulty and could not stop him, turned into a gray-robed monk, with a withered face and deep emotions, like a long-dead volcano, with a calm look in his eyes, with deep fatigue, fatigue from vicissitudes of life and dejection.

He actually became a monk again, a green lamp and an ancient Buddha?

He entered the Buddhist world when he was so brilliant and moving towards the peak step by step?

The shock was only for a moment. The aura of the Taoist who abstained from killing reached the peak, but the killing intent could not break through the courtyard wall. There seemed to be an invisible barrier there.

She said coldly: "Are you here to eliminate the hidden danger?"

The killing intent burst out from the Taoist who abstained from killing, and the power he displayed made Mu Yunle's heart beat faster outside the door. It was the first time she encountered a strong man of the Grandmaster level who was going all out and full of killing intent. There seemed to be illusions in front of her eyes. She unconsciously took a step and hid behind Master Zhending. The not-so-tall back was desolate and bleak, but it made people feel unusually at ease.

The strength of the woodcutter in the courtyard was just as he thought. Apart from the Dharmakaya, she was at least in the top three. If she were to travel the world, she would surely stir up the world. However, she spent the rest of her life in a small courtyard with a pile of firewood. When he thought of Master Zhending, who could frighten away the Happy Bodhisattva and confront the woodcutter without losing, and the ancient Buddha with a green lamp and a lotus in a ruined temple, Mu Yunle felt that the world is impermanent, prosperity is easy to disappear, and romance is always blown away by rain and wind.

Who are they? 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 in the world that is no less than that of the Demon Emperor and the Supreme Sword?

Mu Yunle thought infatuatedly.

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

"If I hadn't had your protection in the past, I might have died at the hands of the demons. Later, the world changed, and it was difficult to distinguish between gratitude and hatred. I once thought about finding you and killing you to eliminate future troubles, but I was uneasy after all."

The Taoist who abstained from killing said coldly: "It is destined for me to save you, and I will not regret it."

"What's the point of you saying this now? Can I repay you with my life?"

Mu Yunle held up his ears, not missing a word, and one after another poignant and beautiful story flashed through his mind.

"Your killing intent is not in yourself, but the influence of the sword of the sea of ​​hell." Meng Qi said calmly, not shaken by the killing intent, as if he had seen through the world and there was no wind or rain.

"So what?" The Taoist who abstained from killing had a slight emotional fluctuation.

Meng Qi looked at her and said sincerely: "You are not the master of the Dark Sea Sword. You are just the body that nurtures the sword. You have to give it up. Only by giving it up can you have a new life."

The Taoist who abstains from killing hooked his lips and sneered: "Do you want to use this to dissolve my killing intention and indirectly eliminate the trouble?"

As soon as the voice fell, she suddenly moved, and the lightless long sword in her hand suddenly appeared in front of Meng Qi's chest, as if it had always been there.

Meng Qi looked at her with a calm expression, his hands hanging down, without any movement.

With a sizzling sound, the long sword that would kill people as long as it touched it pierced Meng Qi's chest, and no blood flowed out, it was all absorbed!

"You..." The Taoist who abstains from killing held the long sword and looked at the gray-robed monk in front of him blankly. He only felt that the other party's body was real. The killing intention and sword energy in his heart quickly subsided because they rushed towards Su Meng through the wound.

"Ah!" Mu Yunle cried out, wanting to swing the sword to help, but under the strong pressure, he couldn't use the sword at all.

Why didn't Master Zhending resist and took this terrifying sword with his body?

Meng Qi's face was pale, his expression was calm, his eyes were full of fatigue, and he said slowly:

"This sword is for saving your life."

His breath dropped sharply, but he did not die directly. His body trembled slightly, as if he was standing unsteadily.

The sword energy and killing intent of Jiesha disappeared. He looked at the hideous wound blankly, and then looked at the eyes that were like the dead sea. Suddenly, he felt empty in his heart, and he felt unprecedented peace and tranquility.

Her tears suddenly fell, her right hand loosened, the lightless long sword disappeared, she turned around, and left without looking back. No one knew where she went.

Mu Yunle stared at this scene in a daze, as if in a dream.