Fu Canglu

Chapter 548 Spring and Autumn Sword and People

"Believe it or not, it's here."

Wei Lingshan smiled, and said softly: "It's Jushi Yi, why do you think of Lanling City?"

The girl in black layman robe put away the oil-paper umbrella, and leaned the paper umbrella against the gate of the ancient temple. After hearing the words, she twisted up the hem of the layman's clothes, and the wide cuffs swayed with the wind. She stood on tiptoe and stepped on the clean ground of the temple, with light steps He stepped under a statue of Bodhisattva in the hall and half-kneeled on the futon.

Yi Xiaoan closed his eyes and said softly: "According to the rules, every year at this time in the temple, people will come to Lanling City to pray for His Majesty and relieve Qi Liang from disasters. Last year, he was a junior brother of the Supervisory Academy. This year, he is in poor health. It was me instead."

Wei Lingshan was slightly taken aback.

Then there was the sound of someone pushing open the huge wooden door outside the ancient temple.

A series of sound of treading water, clacking of clogs, dozens of little bald heads poured in like a tide, laughing and shouting, and then saw a young woman in purple clothes standing outside the hall, these little novice monks stopped their smiles immediately, The left and right hands patted each other's sleeves to dust off the dust.

The little monks were all solemn and solemn, bowed their heads to salute, chanted the Buddha's name, walked past Wei Lingshan one after another, and then came to the hall respectfully. After Yi Xiaoan got up, they lined up and greeted the Buddhas in the hall King Kong bowed.

With a calm expression, Yi Xiaoan walked out of the hall and walked to Wei Lingshan's side.

She didn't go to see the princess, but looked towards a certain direction of the ancient temple together with her.

Wei Lingshan was in a daze.

It was not until after Yi Xiaoan finished speaking that she paused for a long time that she realized that it was almost the end of the year. Every year at this time, near the end of the year, Qi Liang would invite Darong Temple to Lanling City as a guest, preaching, praying, disaster relief.

It turns out that time is so fast.

The girl in black robe and layman's clothes beside her asked softly.

"how about you?"

Wei Lingshan didn't know how to answer, she thought for a while, but remained silent.

Yi Xiaoan asked with some doubts: "How did you come to Lanling City?"

This ancient temple is very clean.

The little novice has just arrived.

It shows that it is not these little novice monks who clean the ancient temple.

Yi Xiaoan thought it was done by the woman in purple beside him.

In the end, Wei Lingshan smiled wryly and said, "I don't know either."

She stretched out a hand and pointed to the far north, with a hint of annoyance between her words.

"I was just there, and then I got here."

Yi Xiaoan suddenly realized something.

The princess especially explained seriously: "The man said that he asked me to wait for him for a while. So I will stand here and wait for him for a while."

Yi Xiaoan asked: "That person?"

Wei Lingshan hummed: "That person."

Then she shook her head again: "It's him, and it's not him."

"I understand."

Yi Xiaoan lowered his eyebrows and said: "It doesn't matter who said this, it is enough to wait for him."

Wei Lingshan didn't speak this time, not even a hum.

After a while, those little novice monks performed the basic salute from the hall, and tiptoed out of the hall door carefully, leaning against the brick wall step by step, and moved out one by one, holding their breath.

Yi Xiaoan suddenly smiled and said: "Then just wait, I hope he will come back soon."

Wei Lingshan looked at the girl in the black robe layman's clothes. That woman had a faint murderous aura on her body. It seemed that she should have broken the killing ring these years. She didn't carry a sword, but the sword aura on the oiled paper umbrella was stronger than that of Ren Pingsheng. Full-bodied, smiling with a smile at this time, but without the slightest malice, instead it is like a blooming spring bud, black and chilling, restrained and beautiful.

Yi Xiaoan picked up the umbrella, opened it with a "snap", and walked into the rain.

It rained again.

She said softly: "I can't wait. I can't wait."

Wei Lingshan looked at a group of young monks with blue sleeves covering their bald heads surrounded behind her, walked out of the ancient temple with some bloatedness, and entered the carriage.

The heavy rain crackled and smashed into the puddles.

The woman who held an umbrella in one hand drew an arc from top to bottom with the other hand, the sword energy splashed out with the fingertips in the sleeve, bounced off the ground, propped up the barrier, and the torrential rain bounced away from thirty feet away, The range of the sword energy barrier is so large that it covers the entire ancient temple.

Wei Lingshan was a little taken aback.

She didn't know what Yi Xiaoan had experienced during this time.

But she knew that among the five monsters selected earlier, apart from the senior brother, there was probably no one else who could possess such a majestic amount of sword energy at the ninth rank like Yi Xiaoan.

Today's Yi Xiao, if he doesn't use the Da Yuan Qi sword, it is absolutely impossible to create such a scene that Yi Xiao'an took care of before.

Perfect Nine.

Wei Lingshan knows better than anyone else how difficult it is for Yi Xiao to obtain that perfect ninth-grade good luck. He also knows that the massacre in Liangjia City earlier, and the bottom of Chunlei Lake shook Dongjun hard, and he fled all the way to the east. Dao, Xu Ling Dao, until the North Gusu Dao, attaining the consummation of the soul, and then to the South China Sea Holy Meeting, along the way, countless lives and deaths have passed through, and if there is a slight difference, it will be a failure.

The five evildoers, except for the senior brother, are all obsessed with the "Ninth Grade of Perfection", but the girl in the black robe and layman's uniform in front of her has reached this level of realm at such a terrifying speed?
If it takes another ten years.

Undoubtedly No.1 in the world.

No matter how much His Majesty Qi Liang suppressed Jianghu, it was impossible to suppress the rapid entry of such a great monster.

This is indeed the most monstrous cultivator in the world.

If you don't have enough talent, how can you do this?
Only Qingshi who was sitting in the Darong Temple knew that even Yi Xiaoan would have great difficulties to achieve this step.

The biggest difficulty is to cut off distracting thoughts.

All kinds of thoughts, like passing clouds, disappear in smoke.

Holy Island has a saying, if you are not crazy, you will not survive.

In the Darong Temple, if you don’t forget yourself, you won’t become a Buddha.

The world is a lover, the way is ruthless.

Yi Xiaoan, who walked out of the Darong Temple, sent the little novice to sit in the carriage. She stood outside the ancient temple covered by her sword energy barrier, with a wall behind her, and turned her head slowly, as if she saw a purple-clothed woman inside. Still in a daze, waiting for someone to come back.

Standing in the rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella, she sniffed her nose lightly, smelling the familiar scent remaining in the air, indicating that the man had indeed been here.

This ancient temple repaired in a remote suburb outside Lanling City is the ashram of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva.

The plaques are all worn out, freshened by the rain.

Great Compassion Temple.

Avalokitesvara, watch and listen to the voices of the world.

She read softly: "Someone is waiting for you, this time, don't be late."

I don't know if this sentence will be heard by that person.

Yi Xiaoan frowned suddenly, and looked to the north, a vertical pupil slowly emerged between her brows.

One of the six supernatural powers of Buddhism.

She seemed to see the tragic scene in the far north.

Daji Mountain Range, outside Liangjia City.

The tide of monsters and beasts has already retreated, and the cavalry in Liangjia City have also been withdrawn.

The vast wilderness is truly empty, the dark clouds in the sky are suppressed, and the dome light that gets out of the way overflows in an instant, illuminating the entire Liangjia city as bright as day, and then the bright light bursts out suddenly, and everyone is shocked. Aurora, who couldn't move his eyes away, suddenly retracted.

A figure fell from the sky.

The Daji Mountains shook dully.

The bottom of the figure stepped on a large hollow with a radius of several tens of feet. Even so, he still did not fall down, but his knees were slightly bent. His face was as pale as paper, and he held a curled up woman's body in his arms.

In the pit, the blood-red lotus garment rattled and was blown up by the wind, but in an instant, it turned into ashes and floated away, revealing the man's worn-out black close-fitting soft armor.

He took a deep breath and looked up to the sky.

There was thunder in the sky, and there was an angry and hoarse roar.

Immediately afterwards, a huge finger pressed down slowly, shining golden light. If this finger was pressed down, if it touched Liangjia City, it might easily wipe out the entire city.

It's just that this finger only showed a fingertip of more than ten feet, and then it didn't feel like "pressing", but
fall.

There was a huge fracture in that golden fingertip, as if it was cut off by a sword, and lost all support, and fell into the mortal world.

And the moment it fell, the bright golden luck condensed into this finger suddenly collapsed.

These are all luck in the sky.

The man in the blood-red lotus clothes opened his mouth slightly, roaring like dragons and roaring tigers, and swallowed most of his luck into his stomach. His whole body seemed to have fallen to the bottom. If he swallowed this breath of luck, he might be able to Back to the top.

It's just that the little Highness looked resolute. After swallowing this breath of luck, he lowered his head slightly and transferred the luck snatched from the sky to the woman in his arms.

Liang Liang closed her eyes tightly, her complexion was pale, she was unable to shrink into the arms of the young highness, her whole body shook slightly, she clenched Yi Xiao's sleeves tightly, blood overflowed from her mouth and nose, she didn't seem to be getting better.

Yi Xiao narrowed his eyes and looked towards the dome.

Countless pitch-black threads kept falling down, like threads of drizzle, smashing into Liang Liang's body.

These are the bad luck that the sword energy cannot be cut off.

If these lucks are allowed to fall again, even if he kills himself to the sky and cuts off all the remaining nine fingers, it will not help.

He stood silently in the wilderness.

He didn't know what else to do.

The best way to fight against fate is to kill it.

But he has already killed the sky.

A rapid and painful cry came from his arms.

Maharaja lowered his head and saw Liang Liang look up.

The golden luck returned again.

He narrowed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of returning power, as if he was stepping on a cloud, high above, and with just a glimpse from the corner of his eye, he fell back into hell again.

The seven orifices on the forehead of the woman in her arms were slowly growing vermilion fluff, and the snow-white and delicate ankles had already begun to grow pieces of inverse scales.

She could no longer maintain her human form.

The Maharaja was breathing heavily.

He wanted to kill Jiutian again.

If he cut off another finger, would he be able to drink poison to quench his thirst?
Then a hand lightly pressed on his shoulder.

Maharaja looked back somewhat perplexedly, looking at the man in white who had approached him "quietly".

The man had a calm demeanor, holding the scabbard around his waist with one hand, and retracted the sword with a snap of his fingertips.

The silk threads of misfortune and luck, like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate, smashed on the ground at this moment, and disappeared in smoke.

How to cultivate, so that the merits and good fortune come to this point?

Spring and Autumn Thousands of Swords.

Only this sword.

There are thousands of people in Spring and Autumn.

Only this person.

(End of this chapter)