Volume Six, Suddenly, Chapter 54: Farewell in the Yellow Sand
No one noticed that when the cavalry of the Xiling Temple entered the square, a middle-aged scholar also came to the venue, and at some point he quietly approached the high platform.
The middle-aged scholar was dressed in ordinary clothes, dusty and covered in sweat. He had a package tied tightly behind his back. He came to the stage, unwrapped the package as quickly as possible, and took out a wooden plate from inside.
I don’t know what kind of wood that wooden plate is made of. The texture is extremely delicate and gives people the texture of gold and stone. It feels very strange. There is a layer of extremely fine yellow sand piled shallowly in the plate.
This is a sand table.
The most famous sand table in the spiritual world: the Heshan Table.
The rivers and mountains appeared, and the whole world entered the rivers and mountains. The shallow layer of yellow sand danced in the air, and then fell, painting the sky and the earth yellow, and then turned everything into yellow sand.
The hard bluestone ground turned into a soft desert. The war horses that were sprinting at high speed screamed and fell heavily to the ground. Their front hooves were broken miserably. The temple cavalry on the horse fell unconscious.
In a very short period of time, hundreds of temple cavalry fell off their horses. On the contrary, those Protestant believers who were hiding in fear, although it became difficult to move, they were not harmed by this yellow sand.
Yellow sand is sometimes like water. Because of its softness, it conquers the strong and pities the weak.
Long Qing's feet were also stuck in the yellow sand. He clearly felt the sucking power coming from the bottom of the sand. His expression became very solemn, and he lifted his right foot with great difficulty, trying to take a step forward.
Suddenly a wind blew up, sweeping up the yellow sand and blocking it in front of him.
His eyes crossed the flying yellow sand and fell on the middle-aged scholar on the side of the stage.
Chen Pipi looked at the middle-aged scholar and exclaimed: "Fourth Senior Brother!"
The middle-aged scholar did not respond and just looked at Long Qing.
Long Qing frowned slightly. Today he was ordered to kill Ye Su and massacre the Xinjiao. He guessed that the academy might be prepared, but he didn't expect that what came was not the iron arrow, not Mr. Da, but this person.
Fan Yue, the fourth gentleman of the academy.
Among the interesting and terrifying characters at the back of the academy, Fan Yue is a relatively low-key person. He started early and is ranked very high, but he is only at the peak of Dongxuan. He is not at the same level as Li Manman and Jun Mo. Three
Although senior sister Yu Lian had only shown the Cave Mysterious Realm in those years, but after she beat Xiong Chumo, the headmaster of the Xiling Temple, into a waste. Everyone knew that it was just an appearance, but he was the real Cave Xuan Realm.
Of course, this is not important. The Master has always accepted disciples without distinction. He does not care about their talent in cultivation, but the people in the back mountain all have their own areas of specialization, and they can do the best in that area, such as Wuliu
**Of those guys in Eleven, only Fan Yue appears to be relatively weak.
Some, he is good at Talisman Dao, but not as talented as Mo Shanshan and Ning Que in this area. He is good at strategy, but not as good as Yu Lian. He is good at design, not even the Sixth Junior Brother in this aspect, let alone the front yard of the academy.
Professor Huang He, if I really want to say he is the strongest, maybe he is just an abacus.
Over the years, the back mountain of the academy has gradually been revealed to the world. He is still so unnoticed and has not performed many amazing performances. Only his classmates in the back mountain of the academy know that he is very important - the foreign strategy of the academy and even the Tang Dynasty in these years.
The layout all came from Yu Lian, Ning Que also had his calculations, and he owns one of the most precious magical tools in the world of cultivation today, which is the Heshan Pan.
In front of Qingxia, it was because of the rivers and mountains that everyone in the academy was able to avoid the Guanzhu's sword. He spent all his efforts to trap the sword, which gave Jun Mo a chance to show off his power. He was able to trap the sword.
The master's sword, you can imagine how powerful he and his Heshan Pan are. Today he brought the Heshan Pan with him.
In fact, he wasn't supposed to be here.
The academy is very clear about Xiling Temple's attitude towards Ye Su and the Protestant religion, but no matter the senior brother, Yu Lian and Ning Que, they always think that the temple master can be persuaded. Since killing Ye Su will not bring any benefit to the Taoist sect, the temple master must
If you don't know how to do it, as long as the viewer remains silent, then Tang Xiaotang and Jiange will be enough.
Only the fourth senior brother felt something strange. He continued to calculate for a long time and did not calculate any other results. However, he still felt strongly uneasy. He thought that the judgments of the senior brothers, senior sisters, and the younger junior brother were wrong, but he could not find it.
When he found the evidence, he came here on his own. He packed his luggage and set off alone. He left the back mountains and took the rivers and mountains with him. He came all the way, thousands of miles away, to save Ye Su's life.
This is the true style of conduct of the academy. We can work together as one, but we must also be harmonious but different. We must be responsible for the disciples, but first of all, we must be responsible for ourselves, and we must not leave any regrets.
The fourth senior brother finally arrived. Although it is difficult for him to change the situation on the field alone, he can represent the academy and make the efforts that the academy should make without regrets. That is good.
He raised the river and mountain plate and poured all his mental energy into the plate. In just a moment, the snow mountain air and sea showed signs of drying up, and his appearance became extremely pale, and even seemed to be a little thinner.
The rivers and mountains are full of yellow sand, and even more so are the rivers and mountains.
Every grain of sand is a scene in the river or mountain, or a small bridge, or a stream of water, or a pavilion, or a green hill, or a sedan on a bridge, a boat on the water, people in a pavilion, Qingqiu
tree on.
Today, this yellow sand is just yellow sand.
Because the most original is also the most powerful.
The fourth brother's mind power stirred up the rivers and mountains, and the yellow sand danced wildly, and then fell. The world suddenly turned yellow and became a boring desert, in which there was no way to find the direction.
Those Xiling Temple cavalry in the rear were lucky enough not to fall to death. They pulled the reins desperately to make their mounts stop, then turned over and dismounted, dragging their mounts to try to find the exit. But how could it be so easy?
The fourth senior brother held up the river and mountain plate and walked to the stage.
Long Qing looked at him quietly. The yellow sand covered the ground, but it could not completely drag him into the illusion of rivers and mountains. His body was in the yellow sand, but his eyes could see the reality and his opponent.
I don't know why, but the fourth senior brother looked at Long Qing and felt a little uneasy, just like when he was doing calculations in the back of the academy, he felt that something bad might happen.
So he blew into the river and mountain pan.
The shallow layer of yellow sand was wrinkled by the wind. Some grains of sand rose in the wind and flew in the air.
A hurricane suddenly broke out in the square that turned into a desert. Countless yellow sand rolled up, covering everyone's sight. The world became dark. What's even more frightening is that the desert that was previously as flat as a wilderness suddenly started to rumble.
A loud noise created countless layers of sand dunes, and countless cavalrymen were swallowed up by the moving sand flow!
Even if there were no devoured cavalry, they still encountered endless dangers in the flying yellow sand. Miserable screams could be heard everywhere, and the dull sounds of men and horses colliding with each other could be heard everywhere.
Even a strong person in the Fate Realm like Xiaoyu, a girl from the South China Sea, could not withstand the power of the Heshan Pan. The priests and deacons from Taoist temples from all over the world died one after another. She also fell into a coma in the yellow sand.
Long Qing's footsteps still failed to fall. His face was a little pale. After being injured by Tang Xiaotang, he was seriously injured by Heshanpan. He did not expect that the opponent's own realm was ordinary. This sandbox was so terrifying.
However, is this enough?
The next moment, his feet finally fell down, but they still landed on the yellow sand.
He couldn't get out of Heshanpan, but so what?
The scar on his face became brighter, and it was definitely not ugly. It was more like a kind of weird makeup, paired with gray eyes and straight hair with silver threads, it even looked good.
He is so powerful, and he still hides a truly powerful method. What he is waiting for is Ning Que's iron arrow, and what he is waiting for is Li Manman. He is not afraid of even that, let alone a sand table?
He took out a volume of book from his arms and stretched it out in front of the windy sand.
He recalled those years when he was the second secretary of the Adjudication Department, leading the black butler in the department to hunt down the remnants of the Demon Sect and the apostate sinners. At that time, he was righteous, and he believed that he was righteous.
His expression became grim. He looked at Ye Su and others on the other side of the wind and sand, and silently repeated in his heart those familiar words from back then: Sinners, accept Haotian's punishment.
Last night at the Taoshan Judgment Temple, the middle-aged Taoist priest used a scroll to break Ye Hongyu's cage. It was the Book of Heaven's Luozi Scroll. At this time, Long Qing was holding a scroll of the Book of Heaven, the Book of Heaven's Shazi Scroll.
The master of the temple made the most important decision and no longer cared about the word blasphemy. The Taoist sect's most sacred book became an artifact in his plan, a very powerful artifact.
The middle-aged Taoist has accompanied the Book of Heaven in Zhishou Temple for countless years. Long Qing has always carried the Book of Heaven with him. Only the two of them have the ability to use the Book of Heaven as a weapon.
The city in the early morning was covered with yellow sand, and the freshness and coldness of winter could no longer be found, only boredom. When Long Qing raised the scroll with the sand scroll of the Book of Heaven, that feeling became clearer.
The cover of the sand scroll turned into millions of tiny sand grains in the wind, and then began to fly. Immediately afterwards, the second page of the sand scroll also turned into sand grains, and then the third and fourth pages.
, page five...
Billions of sand grains turned into a river of sand, which went straight from Long Qing's hands to the sky, receiving an indescribable and sublime meaning in the deepest part of the sky, and then blasted towards the yellow sand in the sky.
The Tianshu Shazi Scroll records almost all the techniques in the world of cultivation. This is definitely not something that can be accomplished by human power. Just like the Sun Script Scroll, in addition to the collection of Taoist sects, it is more about the divine power of Haotian.
The Taoist sect regards cultivation as a gift from Haotian to mankind. This book is a gift list. There are countless items in it, as vast as the sea, or like the sand at the bottom of the sea. It is impossible to count them clearly. Each grain represents a gift from Haotian.
The awe of mankind. Today, the sand scroll really turned into grains of sand. The ink characters recording the exercises melted on the paper, and then dissipated, turning into the tiniest particles. Each particle seemed to contain the power of that exercise.
Billions of grains of sand and hundreds of millions of exercises just fell into the yellow sand in the sky and into the rivers and mountains. The rivers and mountains have thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, but after all, they are the products of practitioners. How can they accommodate the almost infinite vastness and vastness?
complicated?
In an instant, the drilling of the yellow sand stopped. In some corners, even the pavilion platform appeared in the pavilion, and the most original form would be lost and turned into a virtual shadow in the mountains.
The four brothers held the arms of the river mountain plate, and it was difficult to tremble, as if the next moment he would throw the river and mountain plate to the ground.
The virtual sword thrown by the Lord was even stronger, his face became pale instantly, and the corners of his lips began to overflow.
"Sanda."
Long Qing said with no expression. As his voice fell, the wind and sand on the square became slowly doubled. Those small bridges that were originally appeared at the beginning were covered by the gravel of the sand rolls.
The eyes are covered with yellow sand and covered by seabed sand. I don't need to find a way out. I cover your world with my world, so I can walk at will and go to any place I want to go.
Long Qing took a step forward.
If there is a real smart life in that river and mountains, or you can see that under the sun, there is a huge footprint than the peak, stepping on the clouds, crushing the field, and falling on the horizon.
Heshan Pan, Wanli River Mountain. He only took one step out of one step.
Longqing appeared on the stage. Appears in front of Ye Su.
There are residual yellow sand between the two.
Brother Four kept coughing blood and was still supporting support, but I wonder how long it can be supported.
Longqing held the Sky Book and sand rolls that were dissipating in one hand, and grabbed Ye Su in one hand.
There was a figure that came from the wind. It was Tang Xiaotang. She supported the tired body with an iron rod. Sitting in front of Ye Su, raised her stick up with both hands and blocked a last power.
Long Qing's hand fell on the iron rod.
One sound. Tang Xiaotang's blood spit, and he couldn't afford to fall to the ground.
Long Qing took another step forward, across her, grabbed Ye Su again.
At that time, the sand rolls held by his left hand were still confronting the last scene in the river and mountain plate. More and more blood flowed out of the four brothers, wet his front placket, vomiting blood
The color becomes deeper and darker. In the end, it even looked like ink, and it was shocking.
Chen Pippi looked beside him, and finally felt despair.
His body began to tremble because he was worried, worried about the situation of the two brothers and lover, because of fear, fear of the two brothers and lover about to die, he was really scared.
The tremor was shivered, from his hands and feet to his chest and abdomen, and then to the depths of his body, and finally fell behind his waist, so his snow mountains began to tremble.
His snow -capped mountains have been abolished. To be precise, he was completely locked by Sang Sang, and he had already become a dry Dead Sea and a black monotonous rocky peak. At this time, he trembled!
Hurning is exercise, and it is alive to move.
His snow -capped mountains, just at the most desperate moment, came over!
Chen Pippi was too late to feel this sudden change, and it was impossible to have time ecstatic, but just along that trembling, it was purely instinct, and his hands were placed towards Longqing for a while.
There is no trajectory in the ten, just like the sky flowing clouds, the elusive and sorrowfulness, shot out of the front of his ten fingers, stabbing Longqing's chest and abdomen fiercely!
With a bloody battle with Tang Xiaotang, who was favored by Haotian, and competing with Mr. Four of the Academy in Heshan Pan, Longqing had been severely injured. It is unreasonable that Chen Pippi's heaven and stream god fingers came.
Even if he holds Tianshu sand, he couldn't avoid it.
There was a dense muffled sound, and ten Tianxiaxi divine fingers fell on Long Qing's chest. Ten blood holes instantly appeared on the thin clothes, and blood flowed out gurglingly.
Long Qing's face became paler. He glanced down at his chest in confusion, then looked up at Chen Pipi behind Ye Su, frowning slightly.
Then he figured it out.
Now Haotian is so weak and can no longer protect the people she once promised to protect, such as Tang Xiaotang, so naturally she can no longer punish the people she once wanted to punish forever - the viewer has drifted down to Taoshan, and he has the same
After encountering Chen Pipi, it was naturally time to stand up again.
Long Qing coughed twice in pain, and each cough made the blood on his chest flow faster.
"It's not enough." He looked at Chen Pipi and said expressionlessly.
The sand scroll he held in his left hand turned into gravel and whizzed away.
In an instant, countless extremely thin blood lines appeared on Chen Pipi's body.
Every blood line comes from a very fine wound, and every wound is like a gravel. The gravel is deep in the wound, hurting into the bone marrow, like ants burrowing inward. What kind of pain is this?
Chen Pipi was in extreme pain but didn't cry - he didn't want to cry because it was too embarrassing - so he tried his best to smile, but he didn't know that the smile looked as ugly as crying.
Seeing his funny look, Tang Xiaotang wanted to laugh, but was so sad that he wanted to cry.
Long Qing glanced at the fourth senior brother and tightened his grip on the sand scroll.
The fourth senior brother sighed, sat down feebly, and then began to vomit blood.
There was silence.
Long Qing looked at Ye Su, Chen Pipi, Tang Xiaotang, and Fan Yue, his eyes slowly swept over their faces, and he took a deep breath, looking very satisfied.
Some of these people were the ones he could only look up to back then, some were the ones he instinctively feared and even humiliated, some were far more talented than him, and some were the ones he yearned for as classmates but were rejected.
None of these people are as powerful as him now, and even if they are together, they are no match for him.
Maybe the skills he practices will one day many years later turn him into a monster that has lost his mind, or may directly disintegrate his body into billions of rubble, but that will all happen in the future.
He is very satisfied now. More satisfied than ever.
His lower jaw was raised. He was not deliberately arrogant, but began to be arrogant, as if he had returned to the day when he walked into Chang'an City many years ago. On that day, countless flowers were thrown on Chang'an Street. He was in the middle of the carriage.
At this moment, a sentence rang out from the stage.
"Please lend me one."
Ye Su said this to his fourth senior brother, but also seemed to say it to the world.
The piece of river and mountain disk that was about to burst came into his hands.
Long Qing looked at him and said, "You have betrayed Haotian. How can a miracle happen?"
Ye Su's Snow Mountain Qi Sea was destroyed by the sword in the battle with Jun Mo in front of the Qing Gorge. It has nothing to do with Sangsang, so he cannot recover like Guanzhu and Chen Pipi.
"The miracle may have been created by humans." Ye Su said.
This sentence is the foundation of Protestantism, or perhaps the epitaph of Taoism.
Long Qing shook his head and said, "That requires strength, and you don't have the strength."
The wind and sand have subsided, and only a few people on the stage are still affected by the competing influence of the Heshan Pan and the Tianshu Sand Scroll. The square is full of dead people, and countless temple cavalry have fallen in a pool of blood. Many Protestant believers have also died. As for
Those living believers, even if they were seriously injured, were rushing towards Ye Su.
They want to save Ye Su, even if they give life.
——Is this persistence, is it faith? Is it power?
Ye Su looked at those devout followers, and his eyes showed complex emotions, saying, "I think this is power, this is the power of faith."
Long Qing said: "You should be very clear. The power of faith is only Haotian."
Ye Su didn't look at him, looked at the blue sky, and said, "What about the Buddha?"
Long Qing said: "This power ... how to use it?"
Ye Su said: "I don't know ... I want to try to use it."
Please use me to use it -not only pointing to the academy borrowing that river and mountain plate, and Ye Su wants to borrow strength from the followers, that may really be the power of faith.
A very majestic and pure force born between the court.
That force comes from the believers on the square, with a somewhat mixed breath, about a thousand, and then entering Ye Su's body, and when they come out, they become so so ... with a solemn breath.
Ye Su poured this power or breath into the river and mountain plate, and looked at Longqing.
This is an invitation.
Long Qing's expression became extremely dignified, and the speed of the dissipation of Tianshu and sand roll suddenly accelerated.
He sat down in front of Ye Su's body.
The wind and sand rose again, Ye Su was crumbling, and he reluctantly sat firmly.
Long Qing has no expression, just watch him like this.
Ye Su said: "You go first."
The two were not for playing chess. Naturally, he did not let Long Qing fall first, but while Long Qing was trapped by himself. He asked Chen leather to leave with the rest and escape.
Long Qing stared at his face and said, "You can't go."
Ye Su didn't want to live away. He just wanted to leave Longqing in the field and let other people leave. Without this, he would rather die, and he didn't want to try to use this power.
He created the Protestantism, and wanted to tell humans that he did not need faith, but he did not expect that in the end he became the object of faith. This made him a little bit stunned and sad.
What makes him feel comfortable is that today is the first time he uses his faith, and it is the last time he wants to come.
He opened a new religion, but after all, he was not Haotian. Even if he was willing to undertake the incense of the believers, he could not be compared with the Daomen who had undertaked the incense to worship the faith for many years.
Tianshu is the holy object of Daomen. Shenwei is unpredictable. Ye Hongyu could not stop the entire tancture of the temple. He borrowed the followers of the followers and borrowed the academy's river and mountain plate. How could he stop it?
In the wind and sand, Ye Sudu was tired, and his eyes gradually became quiet.
Chen Pippi hasn't left yet.
Ye Su lowered his head, and he couldn't say, "Let's go."
At this time, there were some people with serious injuries. Only Longqing could fight again. Only Ye Su could leave him for a while, but the morning light that fell on him had faded.
Go and go, only one word, but more begging.
Chen Pippi was silent, stood up hard, lifted Tang Xiaotang and the four brothers, walked down the high platform, and met with the last living Jiange disciples to go outside the square.
From beginning to end, he didn't look back.
He didn't talk to Ye Su, didn't cry, did not laugh, didn't scream, but just walked silently, endured the pain caused by the blood hole on his body, and helped his companion walk forward.
Because whether it is crying or laughing, talking is still a good barking.
He didn't want to say goodbye to Ye Su, as if this would not be good.
After walking for a long time, I finally stayed away from the battlefield.
The Cavalry of the Xiling Temple did not chase, and they survived.
Chen Pippi didn't say anything. He continued to move forward, took the carriage, drove out of the city gate, entered the wilderness, and went to dozens of miles away, and then he began to cry.
Brother Four was sitting next to the window, looking at the picture of the plunder outside, and what he wanted to say, but he didn't understand, nothing changed, why did he come to the dust?
The river and mountains were destroyed, and people died.
He wanted to return to Chang'an to ask Ning Que, what happened to all this?
Nympho
Nympho
(Today, February 22nd is the birthday of ink. I decided that today is also the birthday of the second brother. I wish them a happy birthday, I wish Chen Pippi to re -happy as soon as possible, wish Ye Su's glory, I wish you all the joy of the second.
I wish me my myself to defeat everything, as powerful as these days.)