!The human world a thousand years ago was very different from now. At that time, the human world was very chaotic and there were very few people. Only those who could practice were qualified to live a human life. Those who could not practice lived like dogs. As for the Xiling Temple
, is the Kingdom of God on the ground, a paradise that has nothing to do with the earthly world.
It was not until the Confucius founded the Tang Dynasty and taught the world that this situation changed. Xiling Temple was also forced to turn its attention to the world. Practitioners could no longer enslave mortals as before, and the world of cultivation could no longer be as lofty as before. So the human world
There are more and more people.
This is the truth behind the saying that saints emerge after a thousand years.
As the Master left the world, many things changed again, and no one could stop the practitioners from ruling the world again, at least outside the territory that Chang'an City could see.
A few years ago, Liu Yiqing entered the palace with a single sword and killed the then Emperor of the Southern Jin Dynasty. This was a clear proof of this change. A new era had arrived, and he was the first to lift the curtain.
The world has lost its guardians, the rules have begun to collapse, and the new era will become primitive, wild and bloody again. Everyone has the opportunity to use their own power to tell their own truth.
The strong are the masters of this new world, and Liu Yiqing is the strong. The enemies he faces tonight are also strong, and they are all people who are qualified to reason. He just hopes to be faster.
So he didn't look at Zhao Sishou, because although this thin Taoist was a strong man in the Fate Realm of the Nanhai lineage and the son of Zhao Nanhai, he was not his real opponent - not his opponent.
Liu Yiqing looked at the night and said, "Then, come on.
The night was as quiet as water, the sound did not sound, and no one came out.
Zhao Sishou's face was a little ugly, and there was a hint of unwillingness in his thin, dark wrinkles, but he did not take action because he heard footsteps coming from the imperial city.
Everyone around the imperial city heard the footsteps.
The footsteps were very steady and rhythmic. The shoes on the feet should not be made of leather, but of cotton. The sound seemed a bit dull, like the sound of breaking wood.
A young man walked out of the imperial city.
The firelight illuminated the ground as if it were daytime and also illuminated the boy's shadow very clearly. However, his face could not be seen clearly. He could only see clearly that he was wearing an old cyan coat with brand-new gold thread embroidered on the edge.
-In the Xiling Temple, only the priests in red are qualified to embroider gold thread. What is puzzling is that the young man did not wear the red divine robe and the green clothes turned white, and he looked like a young boy.
Probably because he was used to being a servant.
Liu Yiqing turned his face sideways and listened quietly to the footsteps. The hand holding the sword hilt loosened and tightened. It seemed that there was some kind of rhythm in it, which was harmonizing with or competing with the footsteps.
As he walked, the sound of metal grinding kept coming from behind the young man in green. Thirteen slender knives slowly came out of their scabbards and appeared in people's sight.
The knives were like flower petals, and he stood in the middle of the flowers.
He stopped and looked up at the night sky. Because of this action, the firelight illuminated his cheeks, making his ordinary eyebrows very clear and his face a little pale.
His face was also pale, and the face of the little emperor of the Southern Jin Dynasty on the city wall was so pale that he looked timid and uneasy, but there was some kind of frightening madness in the paleness of his face.
In addition to the flower made of knives behind him, he held a large golden flower in his hand. He looked at the golden flower with a very pious and fanatical expression, and his eyes seemed to contain extremely high-temperature flames.
He stretched out his hand to pick the petals, and murmured at the same time: "Death, death, death, death..."
Pick a petal, say death, pick another, say immortality, the last petal leaves the stem and falls on the ground, and at the same time he says death.
The young man in green clothes was a little happy, as innocently happy as a child, and his cheeks looked even paler. He looked at Liu Yiqing on the chariot, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "You are going to die tonight."
His voice trembled slightly because he was a little nervous. He had never really fought before, but he was not afraid! Because he knew that he would never lose, in Haotian's world.!
Liu Yiqing didn't speak. He knew very well that no matter how the young man counted, he would definitely end up with the word "death" because although he couldn't see, he knew who the other person was.
People around the imperial city also knew the origin of this young man in green. Everyone, including the young emperor of the Southern Jin Dynasty, seemed a little excited, but also remained absolutely silent out of awe.
In late spring, during the Xiling Temple Competition, a young man in green won the first place. He had no teacher, and just a few months ago, he could not practice. But a spring rain made him aware of his destiny, including the headmaster of the Xiling Temple.
, no one knows the limit of his potential or where his true realm is. His appearance is like a miracle.
In the eyes of Haotian believers, he is the real Taoist genius. Neither Ye Su nor the rumored Chen Pipi can compare with this young man in green.
Because he is Haotian's gift left in the world.
His name is Hengmu Liren. He used to be a boy in green who chopped firewood at Tianyu Academy, and is now a red-robed priest in Xiling Temple.
Liu Yiqing asked: "How are you going to let me die?"
Hengmu Liren said: "I use a knife."
Liu Yiqing asked: "What knife?"
Hengmu Liren said: "Chopping knife."
His thirteen knives are all thin knives, suitable for killing people, not suitable for chopping firewood, but he still insists on calling them woodchopping knives. I don’t know if it is because he has been chopping firewood for many years, or for some other reason.
Liu Yiqing shook his head and said, "You are far behind him."
The people around the imperial city maintained absolute silence, so the conversation between the two was clearly heard by everyone, but no one could understand it.
Are you too far behind him?
who is he?
Hengmu Liren knew who Liu Yiqing was talking about, his eyes became hot, and he shouted sternly: "No one can defeat me, not you, not him!"
Liu Yiqing stroked the scabbard beside her and said, "You are very proud."
Hengmu Liren said: "Because I am very confident."
Liu Yiqing looked at him through the white cloth and said: "Our generation never uses words or expressions to show confidence. We are used to drawing swords when we meet."
Because of long years of hard work and exposure to wind and sun, Hengmu Liren does not look immature and somewhat inconsistent with his age, but his expression is still innocent and his smile seems a bit cruel.
"That man chopped you blind back then. I will chop you to death tonight. When I meet him in a few days, I will chop him blind first. It can be regarded as fulfilling your wish."
"I have never had such a wish." Liu Yiqing said: "Because I know very well that no matter how hard I try, I can't become stronger than him, and you can't do it."
Hengmu Liren said: "You seem to have great confidence in him."
Liu Yiqing looked at him with pity and said: "If you really meet him, it will be your death. This is a very simple truth. It's a pity that you are so naive and arrogant that you can't even understand this."
He looked into the night and said: "That person must understand, but it is obvious that he has not reminded you. From this, it seems that there are not many people in Xiling Temple who like you."
(Regarding the publication of Jianke, I would like to thank Lalan and many friends for their introductions. The publishing house is also very sincere. However, after a long period of serious thinking, I decided not to publish it for the time being. I will use one to two years to complete it.
Revising and then publishing is something that must be done sooner or later. It is better to do it earlier than later. Forefathers have already learned painful lessons. In addition, the Chinese Writers Association held a Youth Entrepreneurship Conference in Beijing. After thinking about it, I still feel the same.
Just stay at home, after all, recuperation is the most important thing. Besides, I am also a little unsure, is thirty-six years old still considered a young writer? Just kidding, I will participate again if I have the opportunity in the future. I would like to express my gratitude here.) To be continued.
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