Qi Jingchun's huge statue, white and ethereal, sits solemnly on the northernmost territory of East Aquarius Continent.
The sea of clouds rolled and surged, slowly pressing down and getting closer to Qi Jingchun's head.
Qi Jingchun looked up with a free and easy smile.
Above the sea of clouds, a majestic voice spoke: "Qi Jingchun, you need to know that the way of heaven is selfless! As a disciple of Confucianism, you have a natural compassion for Lizhu Cave. It is understandable. If you change your mind at this time, there is still room for you."
Accompanying the words of this immortal in the sky, bursts of thunder seemed to roll away rapidly in the sea of clouds, and those fleeting lightning and thunder continued to seep out from the bottom of the sea of clouds.
Follow your words.
Another immortal sneered and said: "What nonsense are you talking to this nerd! If you want to do a feat that is indomitable, you must first ask my fist if it agrees!"
At the same time, the sea of clouds was pulled down by a huge golden palm, pushing aside the thick clouds and mist, revealing a hole, and a beam of light fell in front of Qi Jingchun's Dharma.
A chant from the Buddha rang out in the west, and he spoke compassionately: "Thank you, almsgiver, with a single thought and meditation, I will transcend the Buddha's realm."
Qi Jingchun said in a deep voice: "After the battle of Dragon Slaying, the town was able to enjoy great fortune for three thousand years, and the descendants of future generations came out in large numbers. It was nothing more than a means of Yin and Mao Liang. However, since it was the rule set by the four saints, the first group chose to take root in Lizhu Cave.
The monks have no objections. Naturally, I, Qi Jingchun, am not qualified to comment on this matter. Now that Heaven wants to suppress this world, it is just a matter of coming. It is just me, Qi Jingchun, to bear this disaster for the people of this town.
, Heaven’s laws and rules have never fallen into place, so why do you stop them?”
The immortal stretched out his hand to create a big hole in the sea of clouds and laughed wildly, "Haha, Qi, do you really not know the reason, or are you pretending to be crazy?"
Qi Jingchun didn't know when she had stretched out a hand and held the bead that contained a small cave in the palm of her hand into a fist.
Thinking about it, in the palm of your hand, in the cave, and above the small town, there is a mysterious scene where day suddenly turns into night.
At this time, the snow-white palm protecting Li Zhudongtian seemed to be attacked by an invisible attack from all directions. It crackled and sputtered on the back of the hand, blooming with white arcs.
The flying feathers, actually as big as "snowflakes" on mountain peaks, fell off the back of Qi Jingchun's hand and fell into the world, but disappeared before they hit the ground.
Immortal Yunshang, who was sitting high up near the Yunhai Cave, sneered loudly and said: "Young Confucian scholar, you are disobedient to the Dao and do not know your own abilities! I will play with you first!"
If you look up from the extreme distance of East Aquarius Continent and can break through the covering circle created by the immortals, you can vaguely see an extremely spectacular scene. In the huge hole that breaks through the sea of clouds, a black dot is first revealed.
, pointing straight down, then the tip of the sword, and finally the full picture was revealed, which was a "pocket" flying sword as long as Qi Jingchun's finger.
The first sword just appeared in the world, the second sword followed it and fell from somewhere else, and the third and fourth swords descended from the sea of clouds in the sky to the world in sequence, a total of twelve flying swords.
A line is lined up, hovering high in the sky.
It's like a cavalryman in formation, with his reins tightened, and he can charge into the formation just waiting for an order.
Above the sea of clouds, a golden giant sat cross-legged casually, with huge golden eyes open, his fists on his knees, his right fist slowly pulled out an index finger, and flicked it.
A flying sword shot first at the arm that Qi Jingchun's fist held empty.
The flying sword fell as fast as lightning, pulling out a continuous cloud tail on its trajectory.
The flying sword instantly penetrated Qi Jingchun's arm and stopped suddenly when it was only a few feet away from the ground.
Above the sea of clouds, the golden giant's index finger of his right fist gently rotated, and the flying sword drew an arc, returning to the sky. At the same time, he tapped his fingers with his left hand, and the flying sword that was originally hanging in the air suddenly fell down, piercing Qi Jingchun's body again.
arm.
The two fingers rise and fall against each other.
The twelve flying swords fell straight down and returned in an arc.
Ups and downs, over and over again.
After Qi Jingchun's arm was shot intensively by flying swords, it became scarred with countless black holes. Compared with the original towering white body, it looked particularly shocking.
Qi Jingchun looked calm about this, and saw another wave of flying swords about to pierce him, starting a new round of killing.
It's really aggressive.
Qi Jing Chunyun said four words softly: "The spring breeze is proud."
A flying sword was still piercing Qi Jingchun's arm, but this time before it was nailed into the arm, it was like pine needles being blown askew by a breeze. Not only this flying sword, but also the eleven flying swords after that.
The one exception was the one that returned without success and circled around Qi Jingchun's Dharma image, flying slowly following a certain predetermined trajectory, with the sword trembling, waiting for an opportunity to move, and making a slight neighing sound.
Not only that, the spring breeze that filled the sky and the earth held up the falling sea of clouds without leaving any trace.
The golden giant bared his chest, with an air of wantonness and wantonness. He looked down at the twelve flying swords and couldn't find any flaws. He was a little surprised, "Huh?"
Qi Jingchun didn't pay much attention to these flying sword attacks, which were extremely powerful for human monks. He always stared at the empty fist.
Someone in the world, Old Zhu Huangyi, said that the bead suspended in the sky above Dongbaopingzhou in Lizhu Dongtian has been around for three thousand years. It should have been sixty years later that the next saint Ruan Qiong wrapped the outer wall of the bead to protect it.
, will be completely broken, just like a piece of porcelain, with the outer glaze peeling off and peeling off completely. When the law of heaven crushes it, it will inevitably be like a broken bamboo. Although no one will die on the spot, everyone in the town will lose their next life. Qi Jingchun specially read this
Buddhist scriptures even deduce a terrible consequence: the more than 6,000 people in this small town are used to bear the mighty power of God as "scapegoats", and may fall into the realm of hungry ghosts in the Western Buddhist country for life after life, and will never be able to escape.
Military monk and swordsmith Ruan Qiong, as the last saint in Lizhu Cave Heaven, his duty at that time was not to protect the safety of the people in the town, but to prevent anyone from escaping this heavenly punishment.
The sound of the golden giant was like a drum, rumbling across the sky, and he laughed and said: "Some people say that you, Qi Jingchun, are not simple. You have two natal characters. In addition to the character for spring, there is also the character for static that breaks the rules. Come on, come on.
, let me open my eyes!"
Every time the giant spoke a word, he struck his knee with his fist.
After three times, the sea of clouds surged violently like boiling water in a pot.
At the bottom of the sea of clouds, the breeze that was originally invisible to the naked eye also swayed, the light was chaotic, and light and dark alternated.
The giant said: "You have a spring breeze, but I have a rain of flying swords to pour cold water on you!"
After speaking, countless golden threads penetrated through the sea of clouds and penetrated into the breeze.
If we use the giant's body as a comparison, those golden threads are like tiny embroidery needles as long as a fingernail, but they are densely packed, thousands of them, and when gathered together, the momentum is huge and thrilling.
Qi Jingchun was still staring at her fist, and her expression did not change after hearing the sound, and she said softly: "Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen."
I saw raindrops splashing out from the ground around the statue of the Dharma sitting upright. Each raindrop seemed insignificant and insignificant, but in fact they were all as big as a pool of water.
Then these raindrops kept emerging and sliding towards the sky in a contrary to common sense.
The rain curtain hangs upside down.
Just because of the poem that the Confucian sage Qi Jingchun silently recited.
The golden rain of flying swords rises from top to bottom, and the curtain of spring rain rises from the earth, rising from bottom to top.
Hit each other hard!
There were many things going on above her head, but Qi Jingchun didn't see, listen or speak.
Lightning dragons appeared out of thin air around Qi Jingchun's fist, hitting the back of his hand.
There are three colors of lightning: scarlet, blue-purple, and snow-white. They seem chaotic, but the three are distinct and do not intertwine alternately. They are intertwined into three large nets.
The Dharma Prime's fist was filled with debris, flying feathers fluttering, and constantly weakening.
Qi Jingchun said softly: "The wind is calm and the sea is calm."
Among the three colors of lightning, only the snow-white lightning stood still without warning, but the other two lightning still followed the rules, which caused a scarlet lightning to slam into a snow-white lightning, and a blue-purple lightning to tie up the scarlet lightning.
The careless and meticulous Skynet has become confusing and disorderly.
Above the sea of clouds, an old voice sounded leisurely, "There is a law for movement and stillness!"
However, after a blink of an eye, the three lightning nets that had originally become chaotic returned to the orderly and majestic power of God.
The fist of Qi Jingchun's Dharma image was struck again and again.
Qi Jingchun sighed slightly.
"That's enough for a small fight. Qi Jingchun, how dare you take this punch from me!"
A golden fist fell from the hole in the sea of clouds towards Qi Jingchun's head.
Qi Jingchun's free right hand was raised high, palm upward, to block the punch.
The image of Qi Jingchun suddenly fell a hundred feet, but the sea of clouds was also lifted up a hundred feet by a turbulent breeze.
It was like there was a distance of two hundred feet between heaven and earth.
"Come again!"
The Golden Immortal landed a punch, and each punch was so thunderous that I am afraid that even the Five Sacred Mountains of any dynasty in the East Aquarius Continent would not be able to withstand his punch.
Qi Jingchun, dressed in snow-white, just raised his arms high.
First, a big crater was made in the palm of Dharma Prime's hand, then the whole palm was smashed to pieces, and then the arm was broken section by section by the golden fist.
Qi Jingchun, whose appearance was greatly damaged, remained indifferent, and all his attention was always placed on his left hand, which was clenched into a fist.
From the fist to the entire arm, and then to the shoulder, it is covered with Taoist talismans with thunder and lightning, and each word is as big as a house.
The old voice continued to sound, "Don't be stubborn, Qi Jingchun, if you are willing, you can follow the Taoist practice."
Qi Jingchun turned her head slightly and looked down at the arm that was riddled with holes. It was covered with the supreme prophecies written by the Taoist masters and saints.
Qi Jingchun breathed out softly and said in a deep voice: "Qingjing..."
The old voice revealed a hint of anger, "Qi Jingchun, you are brave!"
An angry shout forcefully covered up the two words Qi Jingchun said after "quiet".
High in the sky, two fingers were used as a sword, easily breaking through the sea of clouds and slashing down!
It actually cut off Qi Jingchun's fisted arm from his shoulder!
Far away, there was an imperceptible sigh, full of regret.
Confucian saints do not exceed the rules.
Qi Jingchun should not have crossed the Taoist thunder pond.
After the finger sword successfully cut off Qi Jingchun's arm, it seemed that the owner's anger was still there. He quickly retracted his fingers back to the sea of clouds, and did not stop there. Instead, he stabbed at the tree with no roots and water with no source at a faster speed.
fist.
Qi Jingchun retracted the half of his right arm above his head, quickly blocked it above the bead, and hugged it to himself, protecting it in front of him.
The immortal's two fingers moved forward without any suspense, piercing through Qi Jingchun's arm. The golden giant's punch from the hole hit Qi Jingchun's head firmly.
The statue of Qi Jingchun is on the verge of collapse.
Although his limbs were broken and his arms were broken, his big sleeves were still fluttering, and he looked like a scholar. But the more he was like this, the more miserable he looked.
After being punched in the head again, Qi Jingchun continued to sink.
One punch followed another, and it seemed that they would not stop until the scholar was knocked deep into the ground.
The dilapidated Dharma image, guarding the fist, the bead, and the Lizhu Cave in front of him, the common people who would call him "Mr. Qi" when they met.
The lips of this Dharma image moved slightly, and he recited silently, "The stars are spinning, the sun and the moon are shining brightly, the four eras are in control, the yin and yang are great, the wind and rain are spreading, all things are harmonious to live, and each is nourished to be mature...
"
Within the small cave.
There was not a single Meng boy present in the rural school.
There was a Confucian scholar in blue shirt sitting alone. Not only his temples were frosty white, but his hair was also snow-white.
The scholar's seven orifices were bleeding and his flesh and blood were blurred.
The soul was shattered, more completely than a piece of porcelain thrown to the ground.
The scholar looked extremely happy, closed his eyes and smiled, and then passed away.
The world has me, Qi Jingchun.
The world is happy, and so am I.
This year, in this world, spring left very late and summer came very late.