Listening to Qingjue's eloquent account of what happened back then, although the past has passed, Li Fengqiao, as one of those who experienced it, can't help but feel filled with emotion. Those who fell on the seven thousand miles of bloody road chasing Tian Shaoyou and his son.

Among the masters, at least 30% of them were killed by Tian Zhifang! Taking Tian Zhifang as a reference, one can imagine how powerful Tian Zhitang is now.

"My heart is with you, my heart is with you! Now I am both looking forward to his magic weapon and also afraid of his magic weapon!" Li Fengqiao sighed. As long as the martial arts masters of their generation knew something about Tian Shaoyou, they all had a crush on him.

The sword was full of fear and fascination. Duan Baiyi's "making the world white-robed" was just an exaggeration, but Tian Shaoyou really once made all the famous swords in the world ashamed to take out their sheaths! Even during the period when he was chasing Tian's father and son, there was no one.

The famous sword dared to show its edge in front of Tian Shaoyou shamelessly.

If you hit nine or five swords, you will dominate the world! One sword will bring out thousands of swords, and you will be ashamed!

"Senior, why did you say this? If he were a god, wouldn't he have to fall into a demon like him - and harm the common people like his father and brother?" Hearing Li Fengqiao's words, Jing Ai muttered with displeasure.

"Haha——" Li Fengqiao waved his hand and smiled. Only those who have reached a certain level of cultivation can understand their mentality of fear and hope.

"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening." Qingjue looked at his apprentice and explained lightly, "Of course, the magical tool is not easy."

"It's just not easy." Jing Ai curled his lips, "It's not impossible." After saying that, he couldn't help but curiously asked, "Master, what is the realm of the divine tool?"

"What kind of realm?" Before Qingjue could speak, Li Fengqiao raised his eyebrows and laughed, then suppressed his laughter and said solemnly, "There is no way for thousands of swords, and there is no way for thousands of swords!"

"There are no directions and ten thousand swords, ten thousand swords have no directions?" Jing'an looked confused. These eight words sounded majestic, but when you think about it carefully, you feel that they are mysterious and mysterious, which is unimaginable.

"There are ten thousand swords without directions, and there are ten thousand swords without directions. They transform into shadows and manifolds, and they all destroy the Eight Desolations! It is actually the sword of heaven's death, killing life on behalf of heaven!" Qingjue repeated, using his determination

Chengfu, when he said these words, his voice couldn't help but tremble.

"Master Mingquan, please tell the truth, what is Buddhism's plan this time?" Li Fengqiao hesitated again and again, and finally asked the question he wanted to ask the most.

"The time is approaching and it is hard to predict whether fortune or misfortune will happen. We'd better wait and see what happens before making any calculations."

When Li Fengqiao heard this, he shook his head and smiled bitterly, but he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Being in the busy street again, Tian Zhitang couldn't help but smile and shake his head when he thought about what the old monk Qingjue said before, "The Buddha also made King Ming angry, and the Rakshasa also made twelve heavens."

The King of Ming is the Bodhisattva Fudo, also known as the King of Ming. It is the teaching wheel body of the Great Sun Tathagata and the different manifestations of Sakyamuni Buddha. As one of the three bodies of the Buddha, the sword of wisdom in the right hand of Bodhisattva Fudo can cut off everything.

The Root of Trouble, the Vajra Cord in the left hand can hold all the evil spirits in the world, but the angry appearance with raised eyebrows is against the Buddhist precepts no matter how you look at it, it seems to have violated the anger precept, but according to Buddhism, the angry appearance is not a crime.

Destruction is the great compassion to awaken all living beings and teach the stubborn ones. It is the great power that makes all evil spirits look forward to and fear. Rakshasa is the evil ghost Rakshasa who eats human flesh and blood. Although its nature is evil and its behavior is

Evil, if you can correct your evil ways, you will also have the opportunity to become the protector of the Vajra Department in the womb treasure realm and the southwest corner of the Vajra Realm mandala, that is, one of the twelve gods who protect the Buddha's Dharma, Rakshasa Heaven.

The old monk's words were not straightforward, but Tian Zhitang sneered at them. He knew very well that the old monk's words sounded like admonitions, but in fact they were simply threats. After all, whoever is stubborn and unruly deserves the wrath of King Ming, and whoever returns from the wrong path can become a Rakshasa.

God, no matter what others say, it is up to the Buddhist family to explain.

It is said that Buddhism is so profound and powerful that apart from the imperial court and Taoism, there is no force in the world that can match it. Compared with such a large Buddhist sect, Tian Zhitang is nothing more than an ant. He should not have the confidence to ignore the other party's warning. But although an ant is

He is small, and it hurts even if he stings. Since the Tian family was destroyed, he has become a lonely ghost wandering in the world. He seems to be alone and pitiful, but is he not careless and careless? No matter what

Anyone who wants to break up with him must be prepared to lose more than the gain.

This account is easy to calculate. There is no reason why those monks who say they are pure-minded but are actually the best at weighing the pros and cons cannot calculate it.

Since there was nothing else to do today, Tian Zhitang was not in a hurry to return to Wutong Courtyard. He just walked along the street. Just as he was about to walk out of Dongshi, he saw a carriage slowly approaching him. Before it could stop, the curtains had been covered.

The person who jumped up from inside was Li Fengqiao, whom he had just met in Difanju.

"I'm leaving."

When Tian Zhitang heard this, he was only slightly startled before he suddenly realized. He immediately narrowed his eyes and revealed an elusive smile.

"As expected of 'everything is stable'!" He nodded and replied, his words full of ridicule, and then he clasped his fists at the other party perfunctorily, "It's easy to leave, but I won't see you off."

"I know you look down on me for behaving like this. You feel that I, Li Fengqiao, have a great reputation for nothing, but I am just an old turtle who shrinks his head when trouble comes. He is never tainted by cause and effect. It was the same then, and it is the same today." Li Fengqiao ignored Tian Zhitang's overflowing words.

Contemptuous, he just smiled calmly.

"Where? The sages all say, 'He who knows his fate does not stand under a rock wall.'" Tian Zhitang still smiled mockingly, shrugged and moved his eyes away from the other person's face, looked at the pedestrians around him, and said in a more sarcastic tone.

, "Being able to protect yourself wisely has always been a skill, a great skill, and it is human nature."

"It is better to be awake and clear alone than to feed the poor and sip the glutinous rice; to think deeply and exalt is worse than to live in the world." Li Fengqiao suddenly said a meaningful sentence.

"So the fisherman is the fisherman, and Quzi is the Quzi." Tian Zhitang curled his lips and sneered, with an even more sarcastic look on his face.

Li Fengqiao's expression froze, his old face gradually turned red, and his lips pursed again and again, but he had no way to refute, so he could only sigh and shake his head.

"Come on, that's all I have to say today. Whether you listen or not, I hope you will have a good time and think about it. Let's go."

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The carriage set off again, turned the street corner in front and headed south. Soon it was out of the city gate and slowly headed towards the Suihan Mountains in the southeast outside the city.

Suihan Ridge is located ten miles southeast of Liaozhou City. The mountain is not majestic and beautiful, but because of the birth of the three friends of Suihan, many officials and scholars came to express their feelings by borrowing things and expressing their feelings. Over the years, there were also several

This masterpiece has been handed down from generation to generation, making this mountain more and more famous, and gradually becoming a major local scenic spot. There are an endless stream of tourists every day, especially in autumn and winter. However, most of the tourists only visit the northern foothills where the view is wide and easy to pass.

While enjoying the sightseeing, the southern foothills, which were almost wild and densely forested, were rarely visited, which saved Li Fengqiao a lot of trouble. Not long after he went up the mountain, he avoided the sight of the last group of tourists and immediately flew up, flying through the forest like a big bird.

, when I saw the nameless cliff covered with rocks and a solitary old plum tree with a crooked neck in the distance, the sun was already setting in the west, and from time to time, crows and birds flew in the wind from the direction of Zhoucheng, hovering in the air for a while and then plunged into the sky.

Although the forest is noisy, it finally adds a bit of vitality to the mountain forest shrouded in the severe cold.

Standing on the edge of the cliff under the plum blossom tree was a majestic back figure, wearing a dark black satin round robe with a wide open skirt, which was blown up and down by the mountain wind. Seeing this back figure, Li Fengqiao suddenly hesitated, wondering whether he should continue going up.

Before.

"Long time no see, how are you?"

Just as Li Fengqiao was hesitating, the man turned around and nodded to him.

"It's been quiet for several years, but it's always been fine?"

Seeing this, Li Fengqiao had no choice but to feel relieved and walked to the edge of the cliff.

"What time?" The strong man in black robe got straight to the point.

"No, Kunpeng." The other party asked vaguely, and Li Fengqiao answered simply.

The strong man in black robe nodded, said nothing, and only cast his sharp eyes toward the outside of the mountain.

He understands what Li Fengqiao means.

The weather is approaching and storms are rising, and Kunpeng is seen where the storms are rising. If we only talk about things, "Celestial Hours" and "Kunpeng" are one and the same, but two are one; but when it comes to people, it is a different matter.

"What's the attitude of those monks?" After a long time, the strong man in black robe finally broke the silence and asked again.

"Buddhists will wait and see what happens." Li Fengqiao replied truthfully.

"Just wait and see what happens? I think it's more like a rat-proof weapon. This tiger skin of the Yan family is too scary. How dare those bald donkeys in Yifa Temple dare to act rashly?" The strong man in black robe laughed a few times and continued to ask, "Where is the Taoist sect?"

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"Let nature take its course." Li Fengqiao shook his head slightly. Although he had only met Master and Disciple Qingjue, he knew very well the sect's consistent style of doing things. This was the key to why Emperor Taizu Wu worshiped Taoism and suppressed Buddhism. He vowed to "universalize the world."

Compared with the Buddhist philosophy of "transferring all sentient beings", the Taoism of "quietness and inaction" is obviously more in line with the emperor's wishes.

"Because they don't fight, no one in the world can fight with them. These guys are smart." The strong man in black robe nodded and sighed with a smile.

"What about you?" Li Fengqiao asked suddenly.

"Me?" The strong man in black robe turned to look at Li Fengqiao.

"How are you doing?" Li Fengqiao asked again.

The strong man in black robe did not answer.

"Qiu Laosheng said that he came back on the day of Frost's Descent." Li Fengqiao added, "Frost's Descent, when the air is solemn and frost descends, Yin begins to condense. Yang is for life, Yin is for killing, walking on the frost... He came back this time -

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"I know." The strong man in black robe interrupted.

"Then you——"

"Back then, Tian Shaoyou drew his sword and the dragon roared for seven thousand miles, which not only chilled the courage of many people, but also stirred up the hearts of some people." The strong man in black robe said calmly.

Li Fengqiao's expression changed slightly.

"Since that boy has decided to show off his talents like his father, how could I miss him again?" As he spoke, the originally shining eyes of the black-robed man suddenly dimmed, and the lines on his face were as tough and resolute as a knife or an axe.

He also felt a deep sense of desolation. After looking far into the distance for a moment, he raised his hand and touched his slightly gray temples. Then he took a deep breath and revealed a heartbreaking smile.

"After all, I am getting old too."

Li Fengqiao trembled when he heard the words, and turned to look at the other party's temples. Infinite sadness surged in his heart. Even if he had thousands of words, he couldn't even speak them, and they just turned into a deep sigh.

Just because this strong man in black robe is named Yue Zhifeng.

"I am the only one who knows the peak of Kunyue in martial arts" Yue Zhifeng!

It was true that Li Fengqiao was a full round older than the other person, but he knew that it was only the years that made him white-haired, while it was loneliness that made the other person's temples frosty.

Ever since Duan Baiyi, the swordsman in white, hid under the cliff and asked about the mountains and forests, Yue Zhifeng has been recognized as the best martial artist in the world. No one can be his opponent, and no one dares to be his opponent, so he only

I can fight loneliness, but I can never defeat it.

Loneliness makes people grow old, and it is too cold to be at high places.

"Only the scattered vegetation is a fear of the twilight of beauty... The world often laments the twilight of beauty, but compared with the twilight of beauty, the most lamentable thing in the world is the graying of a hero's head..." Li Fengqiao closed his eyes, feeling sad.

He couldn't help but sigh.
To be continued...