Chapter 919: The Movement of the Tao
Watching Yuan Yang fly away, Mu Yunle stood by the forest, his shirt fluttering in the wind, making him look quite slender.
Suddenly, she sighed with sadness, turned around and walked back, branching and brushing the leaves, lost in thought.
Master often says that the so-called sadness and suffering are when beautiful things are destroyed. Regardless of feelings or people, it has to make people feel distressed to have all the subsequent emotions. This is how I feel now.
In the past, the great man who was glorious in the world and swallowed up thousands of miles like a tiger is now a green lantern ancient Buddha, desolate and miserable in the passing years. Just thinking about it makes people sigh and feel sorry for him.
She stood in the forest, and not far away was Master Zhending, the "Crazy Sword" Su Meng who was famous in the world ten years ago, sitting cross-legged.
It turned out to be him... After the battle in Shendu, no wonder Bodhisattva Huanxi just wanted to run away when he saw him. With the power of Ananda's broken sword technique, no wonder Venerable Wanchong was so scared that he was seriously injured...
Looking at that withered face, recalling the heroic masculinity and high-spiritedness described in many anecdotes, her emotions fluctuated in her heart, and she lamented that fate plays tricks on people, the world is impermanent, and there is hidden sadness.
Mu Yunle took a breath, walked over, and said with a smile: "Master, where should we go next?"
She no longer wanted to find out the story hidden under the silence and sadness. It must be the past that she could not bear to look back on. If she asked, it would be like stabbing a knife in the heart of Master Zhending.
Ten years is a long time and has changed a lot. At that time, I was still a young girl, fighting cocks and messing with dogs all day long. Now I am well-known in the world and have a small skill in swordsmanship. Master Zhending must have suffered a lot of grief to hide from the world for ten years. , Qingshan does not change!
Then she saw Master Zhending open his eyes, looking like an ancient well as always, with tiredness at the corners of his eyes and brows. He stood up slowly, his hands hanging naturally, and said in a low voice:
"Now that you're here, come out."
Now that you're here, come out? This was not Mu Yunle's first day walking around the world, and he did something wrong. He suddenly pulled out his long sword, and the spirit that merged with the world spread outward, showing all the nearby bits and pieces in the sea of mind.
With a click, the sound of a branch breaking came. She looked back and saw a middle-aged man in a wide robe and long sleeves walking out of the forest on the other side. He had profound and handsome features, tied with a wooden hairpin, and had a free and uninhibited temperament. With his devilish charm, leisurely and slow pace, and relaxed and calm expression, Mu Yunle spontaneously came up with a poem:
You can live your whole life in mist and rain!
He walked step by step, but there was nothing in his senses! Mu Yunle's eyes shrank, and the hidden memories were naturally evoked, and various descriptions and images gradually overlapped with the person in front of him.
This is……
This is "Magician" Han Guang!
In recent thousands of years, he has been the most outstanding and stunning figure in the evil world!
He stepped out of the gate two years ago and has already entered the realm of immortality. He even had a brief battle with Su Wuming and was ranked third on the Heavenly Ranking. He is one of the top figures in the Eight Desolations and Liuhe, and is truly a great demon!
This kind of evil is enough to force the Huanhua Sword Sect to close the mountain gate to defend itself. If you are not careful, it will be the disaster of destroying the sect... Mu Yunle has the illusion of being trapped in a dream. To her, the magician is like a legend. Existing in stories passed down through word of mouth, I never thought I would meet him on location!
Boom, boom, boom, Mu Yunle's heartbeat was very fast, and the hand holding the sword was covered with cold sweat. It was no worse than when he faced the Bodhisattva Huanxi, and he could not draw the sword. Now he was normal, but he knew as never before that this sword would never hit the opponent. Will hurt yourself.
This does not come from a clear contrast in realm, but from a hunch derived from the unity of heaven and man.
"Heaven" is the Emperor of Heaven, and the Emperor of Heaven is Han Guang!
The hidden energy 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 smiled slightly. :
"After ten years of not seeing each other, Kuang Dao has become a lonely monk. It's really disappointing."
Meng Qi still looked like a dead tree and said: "The benefactor has accomplished great feats and his demeanor is even more impressive than before. He is not comparable to a poor monk."
The breath is deeply hidden, and the candle is left in the wind, which is both empty and quiet.
Han Guang nodded slightly, without showing any arrogance, but said with emotion: "Ten years of sitting idle, ten years of suffering, what an extraordinary person can do, there is something extraordinary about it."
At this point, he changed the subject and said: "I have dealt with her several times. She often said that she would kill you to prove your enlightenment. She was really aggressive and sharpened her sword to the cattle and sheep. I actually believed it at that time. Who would have known that she would In the end, she was willing to die in your hands. Hey, everyone said that she was true and false, and she was good at deceiving people. She was not deceiving me. She deceived all living beings and also deceived herself. "
When Mu Yunle heard this, his heart moved, and he subconsciously looked at Master Zhending. He saw that the tired and dead eyes seemed to have fire beating and whirlpools spinning, but gradually they returned to calmness and deep hiding.
Who is she that the magician is talking about?
Meng Qi lowered his head as if to salute the Buddha, but did not recite the Buddha's name. Instead, he said calmly: "It is difficult to find ultimate happiness while struggling in reincarnation. Everyone falls into the sea of suffering. There is no exception. She is like this, the poor monk is like this, and the donor is like this too." "
Han Guang smiled, suddenly turned around and left without leaving a word, extremely cool and unrestrained.
"Leaving now?" Mu Yunle was stunned.
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Flying away from the light, Han Guang returned to the border between the grassland and the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and fell in front of the Blood Sea Rakshasa.
"How is it?" The Blood Sea Rakshasa didn't notice the big fluctuations in the world, and the two of them didn't seem to take action?
Han Guang said with an inexplicable smile at the corner of his mouth: "We met once and said a few words."
"Has he attained the Dharmakaya?" Blood Sea Rakshasa asked the point directly.
Han Guang put his hands behind his back and said with emotion: "It should be that he has not broken through yet and is in self-repression."
"Suppressive breakthrough..." Blood Sea Rakshasa frowned and thought, "Crazy Sword" Su Meng wants to reach the ultimate perfection before advancing?
He pondered and said: "Is it a characteristic of the other side, or is it the cause of all effects?"
"I think it is the latter, but it is similar to a certain feature of the other side. As for the other features, he has hidden them very deeply and suppressed them very deeply. I am not sure yet." A trace of doubt flashed in Han Guang's eyes.
The Blood Sea Rakshasa said in confusion: "Then why don't you take action? If we don't get rid of this kid, we will have trouble sleeping and eating in the future. Even if we can't kill him today, we will still force him to perform his feats!"
Han Guang turned his head, turned his back to the Blood Sea Rakshasa, and walked forward slowly. His voice was mellow and melodious: "Even if he is not seriously injured, I am 100% sure to kill him."
"But I have a subtle hunch that if I take action, the price I will bear will make me regret it very much."
This... Blood Sea Rakshasa was speechless.
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Gong Ziyu drove Meng Qi and Kong Zhao away from Zhou and entered the chaotic world.
The first stop was Cai Guo.
"The Marquis of Cai is benevolent and righteous. He loves the people like his son. He is lenient in punishments and light on corvee. He often uses his treasury to help the common people. No one dies of hunger in the streets. Most of the offenders focus on teaching. He is extremely merciful. If the fiefdom is not too small, he should be enlightened. Those who help more will end this troubled world and become a figure like Duke Zhou." Kong Zhao looked at the capital of Cai State not far away through the car window.
He is not a closed-minded person, and he is quite familiar with the affairs of the princes.
Meng Qi, whose pseudonym was Lao Dan, had his eyes half-opened and half-closed, and did not speak. Gong Ziyu drove the carriage towards 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.
At this sight, his expression changed. The streets were noisy, and people were drawing swords from time to time. Thieves were rampant, gangsters were rampant, and the weak people were in danger, and the atmosphere was full of chaos.
Moreover, there are people with intact hands and feet but nothing to do on the roadside. Their stomachs are rumbling and they are still basking in the sun and do not want to work.
"The monarch is opening the treasury for relief again!" A voice came from afar.
With a flick of the brush, all the lazy thugs disappeared, and they all rushed to the palace city, leaving a mess everywhere.
In the open shop, the hard-working people looked at their backs with hatred, and conflicts were about to break out.
"What do you think?" Meng Qi asked in a low voice.
Kong Zhao did not answer immediately, but got off the carriage and went deep into the field to ask different people.
After a long time, he returned to the carriage, sat on his knees with his back straight, and faced Meng Qi and said:
"The disciple understands a truth and asks the teacher for guidance."
He started calling each other teacher.
"What's the point?" Meng Qi did not open his eyes.
Kong Zhao said sternly: "Too much is not enough."
"Does the teacher think so?"
However, he did not wait for the teacher's instructions. Meng Qi looked like he was sleeping, but there was a voice in his mouth:
"Go to the next country."
Kong Zhao looked confused and didn't understand why this happened. Was he right or wrong?
Does the teacher hope that he can always reflect on himself, not rely on others, and wait until he has seen more and has a complete concept before he really starts to give guidance?
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Seeing the magician come and leave inexplicably, Mu Yunle felt like he was in a dream, feeling extremely confused.
She gathered her thoughts and planned to ask Master Zhending where to go next.
At this moment, she heard Master Zhending sigh softly: "You are here."
Mu Yunle's eyes flashed, and there was a woman wearing an Ehuang dress. She had dark eyebrows and big eyes, very bright, and a restrained heroic spirit. She looked like a sword that cuts through the clouds and cuts through the nine ghosts but is hidden in the sheath. It looks like a fairy descending to earth.
It's her... Mu Yunle was stunned. He saw this fairy walking up to Master Zhending step by step and smiling:
"I am coming."
"Master Wang said he could meet you here, and it really worked."
Ten years of blank time were wiped away with one word, without asking or exploring.
Meng Qi raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with a faint smile: "Let's go and meet Mr. Wang."
Seeing Master Zhending flying up with the support of the fairy, and seeing them looking back to greet him, Mu Yunle opened his mouth, wanting to say something but couldn't. There was a faint sadness overflowing in his heart.
Sure enough, as long as the identity of "Crazy Sword" Su Meng is restored, Master Zhending will no longer be a lonely monk supported by him. He is a big figure in the world of the Supreme Sword, the Demon Emperor and the Mage, and he is still far away from being able to touch it. It's like a mortal looking at a god.
As the two figures walked away, Mu Yunle felt uncomfortable in his heart. All the sad poems he had recited in the past disappeared, leaving only a sigh.
The young man does not know the feeling of sorrow and falls in love with the upper floors. Falling in love with the upper floors, I force myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words. Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to stop talking. I wanted to give it up, but I said it was a cool day in autumn.
This chapter was a head-scratcher to write. .