Fu Canglu

Chapter 208 Raising your hand is killing, letting go is crossing people

Buddha Relics (28)
Outside Luoyang City.

Outside the south gate, yellow sand was flying all over the sky, one after another, completely covering up the bloody aura outside the bronze gate.

And in the yellow sand all over the sky, a middle-aged figure slowly appeared.

Stumbling and shaky.

He was holding a rusty three-foot sword. The edge of the sword had been destroyed, and there was no trace of sword intent flowing on the blade.

A useless sword.

Then the yellow sand trembled violently.

The middle-aged man let out a muffled snort of pain, his mouth and nose overflowed with blood, his long hair trembled along with the yellow sand, and faint blood mist oozes out of the yellow sand all over his body.

Then his knees hit the ground hard.

The green shirt fell to the ground, and the hands in the sleeves drooped weakly. Only the hands and ten fingers were holding a strand of clothes, and they tried their best to lift their chin to lean on the hilt of the sword.

With only a three-foot sword supporting the strength of the whole body, he barely fell down.

Zong Heng heard the sound of trampling yellow sand from far to near, and his vision was already blurred.

I can only see countless bright reds gushing out from my mouth and nose, flowing along the dark yellow, dyeing the yellow sand red.

Then the world dimmed.

A tall figure appeared in front of him.

The second prince of Qi Liang, dressed in coarse linen, walked slowly in front of him,
Xiao Buyi, who was holding the Cangsheng Seal in his hand, looked down at the number one swordsman in the Northern Wei Dynasty who was still bleeding from his orifices.

With a ninth-rank cultivation base, this person forcibly resisted his own three extreme level domains without using the sword domain.

The phantom of the purple-gold boy riding the green lion above Xiao Buyi's head slowly disappeared, and finally disappeared between the sky and the earth along with the yellow sand.

Dawei's sense of virtue also slowly faded away.

As a result, there were only thirteen groups of sixteen groups of soft light circulating in the sky above the Cangsheng Seal.

Xiao Buyi used three of the strongest level domains.

"You are strong. But not as strong as I thought."

Xiao Buyi smiled, and said softly: "These realms are incompatible with each other, and you can only take turns to fight. I thought you were about to take that step, and you might be considered a half-grandmaster. No matter how bad you are, you can be called a swordsmanship alone." Rival to the existence of ten dragons and ten elephants."

"In the beginning, I thought that it would take at least five Xeon-level realms to wear you down." The second prince of Qiliang pursed his lips and said with a faint smile, "Why, can't you handle it now?"

Zong Heng coughed out a mouthful of blood, and his vision became a little loose.

Xiao Buyi, who had almost completed his first step northward, took a step forward with a calm expression.

After this step, there will be no Northern Wei Xuanhuang sword in the world.

Without this kendo master blocking the way, Xiao Buyi could break through the bronze gate and enter Luoyang.

Then use the Cangsheng Seal to kill through this No. 16 city in the north, which has been competing with Qi and Liang for [-] years, and is destined to have a showdown one day.

In an instant, murderous aura filled the air!
There are no clues of gaining momentum!
The Northern Wei kendo master whose blue shirt was stained with blood suddenly raised his head, his eyes were as hot as the sun, and his limp and drooping hands suddenly lifted up!

Throwing away the two sleeves, it's like the top of Mount Tai collapsed, and the twin peaks filled the ears in an instant.

Taking advantage of the moment when this young man from Qiliang took it lightly, turn defeat into victory!

Consonance between
Mount Tai collapsed in front of Xiao Buyi, whose expression did not change, just uttered a word softly.

"break."

A broken word.

It is a broken momentum.

It is also broken like a bamboo.

It is even more broken.

Break through Mount Tai.

The Taishan Sword Field of the Xuanhuang Sword of the Northern Wei Dynasty still did not give up at the last moment, but it was only a breath in front of Xiao Buyi, and it was stopped by the Qiliang Immortal Artifact Cangshengxi, and it was broken into two halves.

Then use it for yourself.

Xiao Buyi flipped his palm over, and the Taishan cover fell down.

Puff.

The number one kendo master in the Northern Wei Dynasty was hit by Mount Tai, sank suddenly, and hit heavily on the hilt of the Xuanhuang sword.

The sound of flesh and blood crossing.

Zong Heng's two arms really fell, hitting the hot yellow sand.

The two green sleeves settled down slowly.

The throat is scarlet.

Xiao Buyi looked expressionlessly at the corpse a step away from him.

Zong Heng faced the yellow sand, and was pierced through the back of the skull by a black and yellow sword hilt.

The number one kendo master who had been unrivaled in the world for 16 years in the Northern Wei Dynasty finally died by his own sword.

Own Taishan Sword Domain.

Own Xuanhuang famous sword.

The rusty black and yellow hilt pierced his throat under the reaction, and then pierced obliquely from the back of the skull.

Wear it to the end.

Xiao Buyi, holding the Cang Shengxi Seal in his hand, took a deep breath.

"Please Zong Heng to die"

The second prince suddenly smiled.

I found that there was a picture in front of me that was much smoother than I expected.

The next step is to go to Luoyang to slaughter, and kill in front of the Emperor Wei.

"Please Cao Zhixuan to die."

Xiao Buyi grinned grinningly, stretched out a hand to rub the slightly tired eyebrows.

He walked slowly to the huge bronze door.

Stand still.

Look at it slowly for a moment, perhaps thinking about something.

He finally raised his hand.

At this moment, Xiao Buyi is only one foot away from Luoyang, the thousand-year-old capital of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Then his fingers paused slightly in the air.

The wind and sand in the south of Luoyang has always been a bit heavy.

Taking the area around Tianlang City in the south of the Northern Wei Dynasty as an example, the entire yellow sand desert named "Longmen" wandered for thousands of miles, which was the most troublesome place for people in the Jianghu.

The terrain is undulating, like a dragon's spine hidden deep in the ground, and the surrounding environment in this area is extremely harsh, and there are often rivers and lakes who lose their way, die of thirst and starvation and turn into dry bones, and they will not care about it for life.

And under the scorching sun in July.

There was a young monk walking barefoot in the desert in the southern border of Luoyang.

He has childish eyebrows and folded hands, with a sincere and sincere smile on his face.

The green shirt on his body was still old, stained with a little yellow sand, but it couldn't cover up the Buddha nature of the green shirt that had been with him for a long time.

The green shirt is accompanied by the ancient Buddha, and the yellow sand of the desert is majestic under the feet.

And this blue shirt was dragging on the desert, it didn't look boring at all.

The man walked straight, leaving a trail of tracks in the quicksand.

He is very close to Luoyang.

It was close enough to vaguely see the tallest sword pavilion in the ancient capital of the Northern Dynasties.

It's close enough to see the whole Luoyang vaguely and clearly in the yellow sand.

It was close enough to smell a strong smell of blood from this distance.

The young man with innocent eyes finally stopped and murmured, "Here we are."

He has a pleasant smell of pear blossoms.

The little monk Qingshi stopped in his tracks.

Immediately, the sky behind him was like a god descending, the strong wind was blowing, and an extremely white cloud came from the sky.

There are countless pear blossoms dancing in the sky for several miles, mixed with the breath of water and dew, the glass is not stained, and they swarm over.

The mighty and magnificent.

Purple bamboo grew in Luoyang in the Northern Wei Dynasty, and pear blossoms grew in Yangguan Valley in Qiliang.

The only person in the world who can make most of the pear blossoms come here after hearing the wind is the young living Buddha newly born in Darong Temple.

June Northern Wei Sword Reception.

However, a young man came out of Qiliang, who successfully climbed to the top of the pagoda erected by the great Buddhist master Qinglian during the Shifu period.

Then smashed Mu Zhongchen into pieces in one go.

Great perseverance and boldness.

Living Buddha reincarnated.

The abbot of the Darong Temple, the only surviving fruit of Buddhism and Taoism in the world, was so moved that day that he grabbed the ground with his head, cried bitterly, and cried bitterly while holding the stone tablets of previous abbots. Panlong Daxiang.

Darong Temple was snowing heavily in June, and the young living Buddha used his supernatural powers to cover the ground three feet above the pagoda with pure snow, and burned away the scriptures and classics in the pagoda by means of gods.

Go to Chen Tuixin.

Then this living Buddha who is said to be very young kowtowed three times in front of the stele of his unnamed master, and gave birth to a three-foot glazed green lotus and a pure Buddha bone relic.

He finally went north, following the pear blossoms all the way for thousands of miles, and dissipated on the Qijiang River.

The world no longer knows the trace of this Living Buddha.

But at this moment, he was standing on the desert in the south of Luoyang, and the pear blossoms that had been silent on the Qijiang River were caught by the gods in the sky, like a big river, pouring down from the southern zenith.

Majestic.

Qingshi took a deep breath, stepped on the hot yellow sand with bare feet, with a calm face, clasped his hands together and opened them, one hand stood in front of his chest with compassion, and the other hand was raised out of thin air.

It seems to be shot, falling on a person's shoulder.

He stepped out.

Tens of thousands of yellow sand flow.

The hand that was raised out of thin air fell gently.

It really fell on that person's shoulders.

Xiao Buyi's movements paused slightly.

Because there was a hand behind him, gently patting his shoulder.

The man's movements were soft.

Because it is gentle, it is scary.

When did such a person approach me?
Why didn't I notice it at all?

The second prince of Qiliang's brows was already oozing cold sweat, and his hairs were bristling, but he heard an extremely flat voice behind him.

"Do not be afraid."

That voice was extremely soft and extremely clean.

It just makes people feel like a spring breeze, and all the hatred is melted away.

Convince yourself.

Xiao Buyi turned his head slowly, staring at the scene in front of him in a daze.

It turned out that those words were not meant for himself at all.

The little bluestone monk in a simple green shirt withdrew the hand that was patting the second prince of Qi Liang's shoulder, and the five fingers of the hand that stood on his chest in a gesture of compassion were slightly loose.

The thirteen balls of soft light in the Cangsheng Seal were held in his hands at some point, but they were just slightly rubbed, and they were as obedient as a well-behaved cat, rolling back and forth in his palm without breaking their hairs, It even emits an extremely soft and pleasant light.

"Be good." The little monk Qingshi grinned, lowered his head and said softly: "Here, go back, don't kill people again."

The thirteen groups of light were in his hands and refused to leave.

In the end, they were extremely obedient and lined up one by one, reluctant to return to the Cangsheng Seal.

Xiao Buyi looked slightly bewildered at this young monk whom he met for the first time.

The little monk Qingshi smiled and said: "Why don't you listen to me?"

His finger, which was about to knock on the south gate of Luoyang, paused slightly.

"Raising your hand is killing, letting go is crossing people."

The little monk Qingshi said softly: "Let go."

In a word.

The pear blossoms of Yangguan Valley flocked to the head of Luoyang city.

Then pour down.

Pear blossoms are flying all over the sky in the capital of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Every inch of land, every head.

This is a spectacular picture never seen in Luoyang for thousands of years.

(End of this chapter)