Liu Yiqing is still alive, but he was seriously injured. He used the endless brilliance of the sky to make him live for the time being. That kind of living will inevitably be more painful than death.
The eldest brother appeared in Linkang City, appeared in front of the ruins of the imperial city, standing between the Hangmu Liren and Liu Yiqing, the divine light of Haotian was naturally cut off, and Liu Yiqing was about to be liberated - it was because of liberation, or because of the stories before liberation,
The eldest brother said sorry to Liu Yiqing, he was heavy and sincere.
Hengmu Liren didn't want Liu Yiqing to be liberated, which made him very angry. The eldest brother ignored him, which made him feel that he was not respected enough, so he became even more angry.
He said in a cold voice: "Mr. Grandpa is still late after all, or you dare not show up until this matter is over. So when you appear, you are sorry to this dying person... what's the point?
Don’t Mr. Big think this is hypocritical? Or can you comfort yourself in this way?”
In any case, the academy never took action tonight, and Liu Yiqing would definitely die. These sarcastic words from the side of the house are the sharpest blades that are directly hit by the hearts.
The eldest brother seemed to have not heard these words at all and did not notice this person. Looking at Liu Yiqing covered in blood on the chariot, he repeated again: "Sorry."
Liu Yiqing said calmly: "Mr. Big knows very well that this is my own choice."
The eldest brother thought for a while and said, "The academy could not have let you make such a choice."
Liu Yiqing shook her head and said, "The Master once said, "Why complain about seeking benevolence and getting benevolence?"
Listening to this sentence, the eldest brother didn't know how to answer.
Liu Yiqing said: "Academy cannot solve all things in the world. Things in the world require everyone in the world to fight for it. Why should you blame yourself?"
The senior brother said, "How can you stand by and watch as the river bank collapses?"
Liu Yiqing said: "This is where Mr. Thirteen is worse than Mr. Thirteen."
The eldest brother shook his head and said, "The younger brother is different now than he used to be."
Liu Yiqing was slightly stunned. When he thought of something, a smile appeared on his blood-stained face and said with emotion: "It turns out that Mr. Thirteen has been watching here in Chang'an City."
The eldest brother said, "Maybe he can't see it clearly, but he must be looking at it."
Liu Yiqing looked at the ruins of the imperial city in the night through the blood-stained white cloth, and smiled and said, "Fortunately, I thought about him in advance that he might have looked here, so I didn't choose the wrong position."
His practice time was not short, but he did not last long to shine in the world of practice. He had chosen the position and paid the price for it, but he never missed it again.
Tonight, he sat on the chariot, and this is his position.
The chariot is facing the once vicissitudes of the city.
It faces north and south, has excellent Feng Shui and is suitable for burial.
The eldest brother looked at him and said, "Sorry, please don't worry."
Until the end, the academy still felt sorry. The academy let him rest assured that he could rest assured--he no longer needs to bear the burden of the future of the Southern Jin Dynasty or the displaced disciples of Jiange.
Under the blood-stained white cloth, Liu Yiqing's eyes slowly closed and entered darkness.
Over the years, he has long been used to darkness, so he is fearless, and death is no different from sleep.
The eldest brother looked at Liu Yiqing, who had lost his breath on the chariot, and was silent for a long time. Then he slowly turned around and looked at Long Qing and Hengmu, saying, "Why do you have to?"
When he said the word "Why do you have to", he looked at the horizontal tree.
Looking at the Taoist genius who inherited the gift of Haotian, he looked very calm and quiet. Although he could see through the blue Taoist robe on the other person's body, he saw the endless Haotian divine light in the other person's body.
The body of a man is bright, and he is a voter of Haotian.
However, since Ke Haoran drew his sword to ask the sky, the academy and Haotian have been enemies for decades. Going back, the Master built the academy and set up the Scaring God Array in Chang'an City. The academy and Haotian have been enemies for thousands of years.
How could a voter from Haotian not be afraid of Haotian? How could a voter from Haotian not be respected by Haotian? How could a voter from Haotian not be respected by Haotian not be respected by Haotian?
The eldest brother looked at Longqing, but was slightly moved.
He has read a lot of books since he was a child. Although he has never practiced Taoism, he has read countless Taoist scriptures. Otherwise, how could he argue with Ye Su for three days in front of the Taoist temple? He has not practiced Taoism with a clear mind, but who in the world can surpass him
His wise eyes? He could see through the infinite light under the green clothes of the horizontal wood, and naturally he could see the infinite darkness hidden in Longqing's robe.
Whether it was the butchers of the Demon Sect or the traitors, the elder brother had never seen such a rich and dirty darkness. Through the ordinary priest robe, he vaguely looked at it.
In the dark fog of Longqing's body, countless resentful souls were crying and countless resentment was rolling.
The eldest brother looked at Long Qing and sighed and said, "Why do you have to do it?"
Long Qing was a little uneasy. He felt that before the Grand Master's gaze, he seemed to have become naked and had no secrets. He knew everything he had done or wanted to do.
So he slowly took a step back, and behind him was a rich night color. Only when he was closer to Yes can he feel safer and even warmer.
But it was still not enough. Long Qing still felt a little cold and it felt too uncomfortable to be seen through by others. He slowly circulated his thoughts and put all his breath into the deepest part of his body.
The breath that trapped into his body led to the night wind in front of the imperial city gently lingering, and the gentle breath of wind soaked into his clothes, and even the light seemed to be swallowed by his body.
Longqing became more and more blurred in people's eyes, and gradually became integrated with the night.
The choice of Hengmu Liren is completely opposite. When Longqing takes a step back, hides himself with the night, and even turns himself into a pure black realm, he takes a step forward.
He took a step towards his senior brother, with a look of indifference and proud.
Countless radiances of Haotian burst out from his body, and holy light like star slurry overflowed from his facial features and pores, appearing in front of the imperial city with an indescribable sense of pressure.
The horizontal tree turned into a burning statue of a god, which could burn and purify everything.
The realm he showed at this time was enough to shock the entire world of practice.
He knew very well that it was not difficult to kill Liu Yiqing with his real realm, but it was not so easy to kill the scholar wearing a cotton jacket in front of him, because the legend is a legend after all, after all, it is a legend
Yokogi still wanted to try it because he was very angry, angry at the calmness of the other party when he looked at him, but he was slightly moved when he looked at Longqing. In short, everything tonight made the proud inheritor of Haotian feel angry.
He must let the academy master feel his anger.
And he knew very well that even if he failed, the eldest gentleman would not be able to hurt himself. In other words, the other party would not dare to hurt him at all. Otherwise, why would he be sorry before Liu Yiqing died?