Walking westward from the mountains and rivers, legend goes to the end, can see the place where the sun sets, but few ordinary people can walk here, even if they can walk here, no one can see whether the sun sets here, because there is a big mountain ahead.

Those mountains are so big and many that few people can cross them. Moreover, they have no effect.

Behind the mountain is a desert.

It's a desert where no living things exist. It's terrible, but it's just for ordinary people.

No one has ever measured the size of the desert, because there is no need for friars to measure it, and ordinary people have no possibility of success.

But the monks all know that behind this desert is the Western Buddhist land, the Buddhist country, where is the Buddhist region.

Six thousand years ago, after the end of the war between the human race and the demon clan, Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism signed an unknown agreement. In any case, from that time on, there were almost no monks in the whole mountain and river. Only when the Wushan mountain was opened would monks come to the mountain and river from the desert. In addition, no other monks would leave the Buddhist land.

As for the monks of Shanhe, those of Confucianism and Taoism seldom go to the Buddhist land, and the wild monks are not interested in it. Only the swordsmen will go in and out of those places.

In the north of the mountains and rivers, there is the North Sea, which separates the demon soil and the mountains and rivers, and in the west, there is this desert to separate the Buddha land and the mountains and rivers.

Now, there is an old monk walking slowly in the desert. Walking in the desert, the old monk's face is very ugly. He walked very fast and seemed to be going out of the desert soon. He even had a look of fear on his face, as if someone was chasing him behind him.

In fact, he didn't see his pursuers, but he felt a sword spirit. The sword spirit had no other meaning. The only thing left was to be fierce. He walked in the desert and felt the sword spirit at his side all the time, which made him very afraid.

If on weekdays, he would not be like this. As a monk of the sea, he would not die so easily, but now it is different.

He was hurt.

He saw the Sword Fairy.

The sword spirit belongs to the swordsman, but the strong sword spirit can only belong to the sword immortal.

In the first World War of xiaoyuancheng, there were three sword immortals in the cloud. One sword knocked him down, and the other wounded him. Naturally, he remembered the one named Ye Changting.

His sword, let him feel not inferior to Qing Qiu.

Although he has never seen chaoqingqiu.

The first World War in xiaoyuancheng was something he didn't want to recall.

But the sword spirit always reminds him of these things.

He looked at the desert in the distance and knew that he could return to the Buddha land only after a few more days.

It reassured him a lot.

But no one thought that the man in white was waiting for him when he crossed the dune.

In a desert, the man with a sword hanging from his waist looked at him.

This is the last man he wants to meet.

The old monk's face was very ugly. He said in a sharp voice, "you are also injured. You can't kill the old monk. You don't need to die with the old monk."

Yes, on the white man's clothes, the blood is very conspicuous. I'm afraid that half of the white clothes are red now.

"I'll kill you."

The sound floated from a distance, of course, and his sword.

Ye Changting's sword is very sharp, even when he has been injured. Therefore, when the sword light passes through the yellow sand, it naturally falls on the old monk.

After the blood burst out, the yellow sand behind him was flying around, and it was a scene that was hard to create with manpower.

Ye Changting quietly vomited a mouthful of blood, but did not retreat for a moment. The grass trembled slightly in his hand. A majestic sword spirit poured into the old monk's body. The old monk struggled to keep the broken beads in front of his chest, but was stabbed by Ye Changting.

After the two swords, the old monk spat out blood, but his body still flew towards the yellow sand. A strong wind was blowing in the sky, which blocked Ye Changting's sight. However, a moment later, the sword still appeared behind him as promised.

This sword made the old monk miserable.

After a few minutes, ye Changting's sword fell on the old monk again and again. Although he was vomiting blood himself, if he went on this way, it would not be long before the old monk would die here, and a Buddhist sage died here, which was another bloody rain.

Sages and sword immortals had a knot before, but Buddhist sages generally did not. But this old monk had done it before, and now he has to bear the anger of Ye Changting.

The old monk recited the name of Buddha, and countless Buddhist lights flew out of him. Some of them were used to repair the wound, and the other part was used to resist the sword Qi.

Both of them were almost at the end of their tether, but the old monk did not dare to fight ye Changting's life and death from the very beginning. He had already fallen behind. Now he is even more frightened and has no possibility of defeating Ye Changting.If the deadlock goes on, the old monk will die here soon.

The old monk vomited out a large mouthful of blood essence. The blood mist was flying in the yellow sand, and soon he created a yellow sand giant. The yellow sand giant was several feet high. He punched Ye Changting with a fist, but his hand was cut off before he fell on him.

At the same time, the giant's head was cut off.

When the giant's head was cut off, he immediately lost his vitality and turned into a piece of yellow sand in an instant.

Ye Changting's face became more and more pale as paper, but his sword spirit became more and more powerful.

He held down the handle of the moshangcao sword, as if the next sword would kill the old monk.

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"Oh, Amitabha!"

But at this time, a Buddhist name suddenly came out of the sky.

Accompanied by a great Buddha light.

Ye Changting stares at the distance, only to see a lantern appear in the dim scene in the yellow sand.

It's an illusion, not a physical object.

But now the old monk has gone far away with the lantern.

However, there was an old monk with a white eyebrow who was covered with gold and looked at the lantern in front of him. He said calmly, "sword immortal, it's the Buddha's fault. The old monk will take his younger brother back to Lingshan, and will not let him leave the Buddha's land any more. As for the Sword Fairy, if he wants a statement, he will bother to see him at Lingshan after he is hurt."

The sound from Lingshan to the desert is very vicissitudes.

It's just that the will inside is very firm.

There are only two sages in the Buddhist land. If ye Changting cuts one of them at the moment, Buddhism will be more difficult.

The white browed monk didn't come there in his real body, or he had such prestige. If he came in his real body, I'm afraid it would be frightening.

Ye Changting looked at the projection of the lantern, and the meaning of the old monk's words was very clear. That is, ye Changting, who was seriously injured, would never be his opponent. If he wanted to keep the old monk, it would be impossible.

Ye Changting didn't like to talk, so he just took a sword and cut it out. The light of the sword fell on the lantern, which made the lantern ripple, but it soon returned to normal.

He did not speak.

Just no more sword, watching the old monk was taken away by the lantern.

Even though he didn't come to this world for a long time, he knew that the most famous lantern in the world was this one.

Since it was the Buddhist master who made the move, now he can't win, and it seems very normal.

Ye Changting watched the lantern disappear and turned away.

A moment later, Ye Sheng falls here.

Looking at this piece of wasteland, the body flash away.

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I'm afraid Luoyang has officially entered the rainy season. These days, the capital of Yanling, has light rain every day, but few rain can last all day.

In the imperial court, these days can be regarded as calm. Perhaps it is because the royal highness of the king of Chu has already arrived at the sea. The monks of Yanling academy haven't made any action these days. Since there is no action in the Academy, it's much easier to deal with the affairs in the court.

The emperor of Yanling was brilliant and brilliant. Without the intervention of outsiders, he soon made the whole city of Luoyang in order. Those important official positions were forced to be appointed by him at the beginning, and now there is no fluctuation in the whole yamen, and it only takes a very short time.

At the end of autumn, the Ministry of Rites has already started to count this year's new year's ceremony. There have been special people in the palace to hand over the ceremony. This time, the emperor's majesty doesn't have to look at the school's face to distribute it. It seems that he has a lot of confidence, and the noise in the whole palace at this time of year dissipates a lot.

Boss Chen's fish stall is closed.

The big boss of the fish market finally ushered in his second son in the autumn, which made the atmosphere in Chen's house much better. With this son, boss Chen no longer thought about the strange little guy before. Perhaps he knew that the man was strange. Boss Chen had already given up the idea of looking for him and just wanted to bring this son up.

Therefore, this autumn rain, for boss Chen, even if he can think of those old things, most of them are nostalgia, and there are no other emotions.

Not even sad.

In that alley, Wang Yanqing was playing chess with Gu Shiyan, two of the most powerful players in Yanling. I don't know how many games they have played in Luoyang City. Gu Shiyan's chess power has increased a lot. Now Wang Yanqing wants to beat him again, but he only needs to use ten points of strength.

However, the great power player didn't spend much time in the alley these days. There were many important positions for the imperial court to exchange blood. The emperor of Yanling had to put some of his confidants. Gu Shiyan, the national player, had always been an idle post. Before that, he was only known as a chess player in Luoyang City. But this time, he took a real power position in the six ministries, At first, many important officials in the imperial court had to wait to see his jokes. After all, they wanted to come. A good guy who could not play chess could not have the ability to govern the country. However, after a few months, Gu Shiyan did not show any timidity, and even was quite familiar with those political affairs. This made the important officials of the imperial court look at him with great admiration, and naturally they lost a lot of leisure time.Putting down a piece on the chessboard, Gu Shiyan rubbed his eyes, and then asked with a smile, "Mr. Yanqing is also a great talent. How can he still be willing to bend down in the Ministry of punishment?"

Wang Yanqing was worshipped by the Ministry of punishment and trusted by the emperor of Yanling. These days, he has refused several requests from emperor Yanling to let him take an important position in the imperial court.

Wang Yanqing said with a smile, "I am a blind man. I can't see whether it rains. How can I see the general situation of Yanling in Qing Dynasty?"

Listening to this, Gu Shiyan didn't care. He put down a white boy and said, "Mr. Yanqing can't see clearly. Few people can see clearly in this court. Mr. Yanqing has read thousands of books. Is it true that he doesn't understand the rule of state or is he unwilling to understand it?"

Wang Yanqing smiles and doesn't say a word. Whether he doesn't understand or does not want to understand is all said by others, which has nothing to do with him.

"I'm not a good-natured man. If I really go to be an official, I may have to mention a few young people out of line. Your majesty will certainly be hard to deal with when it is not in line with the rules. At that time, it will be difficult for your majesty to deal with it. At that time, it will be difficult for your majesty to do so."

Gu Shiyan looked at Wang Yanqing and put down his chess pieces. Then he asked, "is Mr. Yanqing talking about Chen Bingjun?"

Wang Yanqing stare big eyes, although it seems empty, but not frightening, "do you think he should not be the future of the Zafu talent?"

Gu Shiyan shook his head and did not speak.

When it comes to political affairs, they are not willing to. Wang Yanqing's favorite thing is to read more books, while Gu Shiyan's favorite thing is to play more chess games.

Wang Yanqing put a sunspot on the chessboard, and then looked up and said, "I hope that after these rains, Luoyang City can really take on a new look."

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In the autumn rain, the newly added autumn examination in Luoyang city is going on silently. This is a separate examination held by Emperor Yanling after stripping all the influence of the school. It does not test the Confucian classics, but only the governing policies.

In that examination room, a examinee looked at the rain outside the window and wrote down two words on the test paper.

"Huang Jin."

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Chao Qingqiu stands under the eaves and looks at the rain. He is about half an adult now. Although his face is still childish, he looks like a teenager, not a child.

The woman sews clothes in the room, and occasionally looks up at chaoqingqiu, and her eyes are full of tenderness. I don't know whether it's a good day for chaoqingqiu, but for that woman, it's not bad at all. She doesn't ask much. As long as she can accompany chaoqingqiu all her life, it's the best.

Ye Changting, pale in face, came from the rain. The Sword Fairy was hurt badly in the first battle of Xiaoyuan city. Up to now, he can't be said to be cured. The spirit house is full of holes. If he is allowed to fight at the moment, he will almost leave the world. The man in white comes to Chao Qingqiu and sits down without speaking.

"It is expected that Li changgu crossed the stairs and became a sea of water. But why Li Fuyao was able to appear in the Bureau was unknown even to me."

When Chao Qingqiu said this, he was telling Ye Changting that it was not his arrangement.

He said, "I may not be able to die of anger."

Looking at Ye Changting towards Qingqiu, Wensheng said: "things can't all develop in the way they want. There will always be some accidents. If there is an accident, I can't help it."

Ye Changting said, "you are not helpless?"

Chao Qingqiu ignored him.

The Sword Fairy thought for a moment, and then said, "Li Fuyao appeared in the small garden city and became a sea for a short time. It seems that something is wrong with all this. It seems that someone is pushing him behind him."

Ye Changting came to be interested. He looked at Chao Qingqiu and asked, "is there anyone more like an old bastard than you?"

Chao Qingqiu said calmly: "I have said that this world is really misread by me."

Ye Changting spits out a foul breath. At the last time, Chao Qingqiu opened the curtain of heaven with his sword. Later, except for him and the woman, they all thought that after Chao Qingqiu left the world, the world was really different.

First of all, the royal highness of the king of Chu achieved the realm of the sea, and then a sword king came out in the small garden city. From Jianshan, the news came that Meng Jin, the master of Xu Ji, had not died yet. Now he has gone to Jianshan.

Ye Changting in Xiaoyuan city has met a Buddhist sage who has never set foot in the mountains and rivers. Now, the changes in the world are really unclear.

Although Chao Qingqiu is in Luoyang City, he is very aware of the recent events in this world.

"In the next hundred years, maybe something bigger will happen."

Ye Changting did not speak, just waiting for the following.

Knowing what he thought, Chao Qingqiu continued: "Liang also wants to be a saint, so does Su Ye. As for the flow of Lin Hongzhu, he also wants to become a saint. What do we need so many saints to do in the world?"

"If there are saints, there will be no saints."

"Although there are alternations between the new and the old saints, it will not be too fast. During the long hundred years, there have been so many monks in the sea, and there will be something else.""Except for those of us now, what else? Will the sage who has no trace of Confucianism come out? Is there a monk who has been a monk for many years in a Taoist temple in the mountains and forests? Is it possible that a scholar will remember that he is a saint when he does not drink

"Of course, it is also possible that in the past 100 years, Li Fuyao, a group of young people, suddenly became enlightened and became a sword immortal in the sea

Ye Changting frowned slightly and didn't say anything.

But soon he said, "can I find the answer in this century?"

Looking at him, he said, "I don't know who you are looking for. How can I know if there will be an answer in this century."

This sentence says to Qing Qiu is right and strong. Ye Changting has no reason to refute it.

Chao Qingqiu said a lot of words, which reminds me of one thing, "you should have come to see me earlier."

Speaking of this, ye Changting collected his mind and calmly said, "I'm going to kill people."

"Kill who?"

"The monk."

"And then?"

"I met a lantern."

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After killing those demons, Li Fuyao left the mountain forest and climbed the Jianshan mountain in the sunset.

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