On the street in the city, the fight was heart-wrenching from both sides.
At this time, the war was still raging.
A glazed flying sword, like a magical object with spiritual wisdom, turned out to be just a sword, and it was able to cling to the sword sharpener Liu Zong.
Liu Zong's world-famous boning knife has never been damaged in a lifetime of use. In today's battle, even if he didn't even touch a corner of Yu Zhenyi's clothes, it had already been cut with several gaps by flying swords.
Liu Zong had no time to feel distressed.
If you are distracted, you will die.
The flying sword was fierce and extremely fast, and the Gang Qi filled a radius of more than ten feet. Liu Zong was in it, and it was inevitable that he would be helpless.
Yu Zhenyi, the head of Hushan Sect, is indeed a true immortal.
At least two knife sharpeners, Liu Zong.
And Liu Zong is fifth in the world.
Moreover, glancing out of the corner of Liu Zong's eye, it was most likely two national masters, Zhong Qiu.
Yu Zhenyi had already fallen to the ground. He just put his hands behind his back and let Zhong Qiu punch him. However, none of the punches could completely break through his invisible energy. Only a few punches missed Yu Zhenyi by an inch.
The face, eyebrows are slightly raised, and the temples are light, but that's all.
Zhong Qiu kept punching, but came back again and again without success. His face was as usual, his eyes were bright, and he was not at all depressed or discouraged. Master Zhong was still the same person.
But the more this happens, the more sad it becomes.
It seems that the world should not be like this, and it is easy for people to feel aggrieved and resentful.
Zhong Qiu just punches.
Yu Zhenyi was just like taking a walk. He kept walking forward casually. At most, he would bypass the battlefield where Liu Zong and Feijian were fighting. He walked along the streets lined with shops and walked past them one by one. He looked up at the plaques of the shops and took a look at those who had survived.
Spring couplets for this year’s spring rain.
Yu Zhenyi smiled and asked: "Do you regret not accepting that fairy sword back then?"
"The path you choose is only suitable for people in the human world. If you climb a mountain, you will not reach the highest point. Even if you are given another thirty years to reach the top of the mountain, you will still have no way to go, and you will only regret it more.
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"Zhong Qiu, ever since you were a child, you have only cared about things that no one in the world cares about. In my opinion, this is not called standing out from the crowd, it is called stupidity."
Zhong Qiu said nothing.
The scene was strange. As they were being beaten, Yu Zhenyi had already turned onto the broad imperial road. Going forward, at the end was the imperial city of Nanyuan Kingdom, the palace city, and the palace that was even more majestic and majestic than the imperial palace of Songlai Kingdom.
In the main hall, on the eight vertical ridges, there are ten strange-looking immortals and animals. After the leader of the wind-riding immortal, there are dragons, phoenixes, lions, Pegasus, seahorses, Suan Ni, Ayu, Xie Zhi, bullfighting and walking animals.
Varied.
Some high-ranking emperors and generals can see the real thing, while others cannot.
Yu Zhenyi stretched out his hand and pointed forward, "I remember when we were young, you saw the descriptions of the ten objects on the vertical spine in the book, and you were very curious and said that you must see them with your own eyes in the future. So you ended up living outside the palace for dozens of years.
Year, haven’t you seen enough?”
Zhong Qiu finally spoke: "Yu Zhenyi, don't always think that you are so great. Once you become an immortal, you will no longer regard yourself as a human being. You will be condescending in everything you look at. You will only recall people and events when you think about them. You should look more at the present moment in the world."
The joys and sorrows... Of course, you can no longer listen to these."
Yu Zhenyi nodded, "It's the common man's opinion. It's the same with one's own political position and one's practice. Zhong Qiu, it's not that your theory is wrong, it's just that it's not high enough because you stand too low."
A flash of sadness flashed in Zhong Qiu's eyes.
He stopped punching and looked towards the palace.
Yu Zhenyi also stopped and said with a smile: "With such a light fist, Zhong Qiu, is it possible that you haven't eaten for several days? Otherwise, I will wait for you here for half an hour, and you will eat and drink first before coming back?"
For the first time, Zhong Qiu swore, "I'm afraid I'll beat the crap out of you with one punch!"
Autumn planting is indeed the same kind of autumn. No matter how much you study, you are really anxious, aren't you still the mud-legged person in Julan County, Zhuo County, Songlai Country?
Yu Zhenyi patted his belly and laughed loudly: "I read the book from heaven, learned the magic of immortality, walked on the Changsheng Bridge, practiced the Supreme Dharma, and after retreating in seclusion and fasting for many years, I really haven't peeed like this."
Zhong Qiu sighed, "Are you actually waiting for that fight to decide the winner?"
Yu Zhenyi nodded and said: "So what if you see through the truth, you can't break my aura."
Then he shook his head and said: "It's not about deciding the winner, it's about waiting for the young man named Chen Ping'an to die."
Zhong Qiu suddenly turned his head and looked down at his childlike old friend with a strange smile.
Yu Zhenyi raised his head and asked, "What?"
Zhong Qiu said: "Do you still remember that time outside the wall of Ma County Magistrate's Office?"
Yu Zhenyi thought about it for a while, with a confused look on his face, "If you didn't mention it, you really wouldn't be able to remember it."
Back then in his hometown of Lailan County, Yu Zhenyi was the son of a minor official who was not in the imperial court, and Zhong Qiu's family was even worse. However, the two became best friends at a very young age. Yu Zhenyi yearned for the world and Zhong Qiu.
Zhongqiu admired scholars, and was restless at heart. He was young and energetic, and Zhongqiu admired his parents, the county magistrate's daughter. Yu Zhenyi helped him come up with a lot of bad ideas. The woman didn't like Zhongqiu in the first place, and she became more and more distant from him later on.
I hate Zhong Qiu. One time after being drunk late at night, the two of them peed against the door wall of the backyard of the county government office. They never thought that the woman had just sneaked out with her maid and had a tryst with a foreign scholar who was on a study tour.
As soon as the door opened, the two women ended up bumping into that scene.
The county magistrate's daughter is a thin-skinned person, but the maid is fierce. She actually glanced at Yu Zhenyi and Zhong Qiu's crotch, and said with disgust on her face, "Two little earthworms, what are you wandering around in the middle of the night?"
After that, Zhong Qiu and Yu Zhenyi never went near the county government office again.
Yu Zhenyi was reminded by Zhongqiu that when he thought of these things, he didn't find them interesting.
I just don’t know why Zhongqiu mentioned this matter. Is there any deeper meaning?
Zhong Qiu smiled and said: "Old Immortal Yu, now you are not even as good as a small earthworm."
Yu Zhenyi's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes became cold, "Master Zhong, the reminiscing is over, how about we fight against each other?"
Zhong Qiu laughed it off.
Yu Zhenyi sneered and said: "We might as well make a bet first. If Liu Zong can survive, will he take the initiative to seek death like you?"
Zhong Qiu nodded and said, "Okay, then I bet he won't leave alone."
Yu Zhenyi was about to raise his hand to control the glazed fairy sword, but he quickly put down his arm and said with a smile: "I will not give Liu Zong this chance of survival."
Zhong Qiu stopped talking.
The two stood side by side.
It's just Nanyuan Guozhong's national master and Song Lai's Yu Zhenyi.
Yu Zhenyi suddenly said: "You are wrong. My killing power is not in that sword. I just thought that you had room to save Zhongqiu, so I deliberately gave it to you. Just like back then, from childhood to adulthood, I was willing to give in to anything.
I care about you and take care of your feelings."
But Zhong Qiu said something strange that was completely off topic. He turned to look at the southern city wall and said softly: "Yu Zhenyi, you are in the most embarrassing position. It is neither the scorching sun nor the bright moon. This world is still complete without you."
That world."
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Carrying the small stool, the skinny little girl walked to the house that had not closed the courtyard door, and saw Cao Qinglang, who was holding her head and crying.
She knocked on the courtyard door, walked straight across the threshold, and asked deliberately: "Hey, hey, is there anyone? I'm coming in when there's no one."
When Cao Qinglang raised her head, her face full of alertness, she threw the small stool on the ground, looked left and right, and said casually: "Is it yours? I'm here to return the things."
Cao Qinglang grabbed the hatchet on the ground and held it in front of him, "Who are you?!"
She was still looking around and said angrily: "I am in the same group as the rich man in the white robe, but not in the same group as the guy with the flowery hat on his head."
She saw the side house, then turned to Cao Qinglang and said: "Earlier, I saw a pair of dog men and women carrying four heads out and throwing them on the street, with blood rolling on the ground. I kindly helped those heads.
Put them together, who is yours? Why don't you go and have a look?"
Cao Qinglang burst into tears and ran towards the courtyard gate.
She suddenly stopped him and glared at him, "Stop!"
Cao Qinglang was a little confused.
She asked: "Don't you thank me?"
Cao Qinglang was stunned for a moment, hesitated to speak, and ran out with tears on his face.
She didn't dare to stop a guy holding a hatchet, she curled her lips, gave way, and muttered: "You heartless bitch deserves to be an orphan."
She pushed open the door of the house, and it was Chen Ping'an's residence.
The bedding on the bed was neat and tidy, and the books on the table were still neat.
Clean and tidy.
There is an empty scabbard on the table.
To be continued...