Chapter 1145 Suddenly the bright moon in the sky (middle)
A person's name often has its origin or meaning. For example, Ning Que, Sangsang, Junmo, of course, names like Cuihua and Erya must be excluded.
The reason why Li Guru is called Li Guru is naturally because he is very slow, his speech and behavior are very slow, he walks very slowly, and even his practice is very slow.
It took him seventeen years to be confused and could not compare with his junior brothers and sisters. Of course, after that, he suddenly became very fast, and it took only three months to get the mysterious, and then, he knew his fate in the evening.
Li Guru is such a person. He started very slowly, then walked very fast, but he was the fastest in the world. Similarly, he never fought before, and he admitted that he was no matter when facing Ye Su or who he was facing.
This is just that he never believed that it was the truth. Later, he learned to fight and kill, and then slow became fast again.
He mastered countless ways of fighting at an unimaginable speed, including the world's Xi Shen Finger of Chen Pipi, Jun Mo's respect for Rubin Yi, Haoran's sword, and Master's stick, including the stick he used to stab the master of the previous sting.
He used Liu Bai's sword.
Of course, such a sword is not slow.
This is Li Kuangjun, the slowest Li Kuangjun, and the fastest Li Kuangjun.
The host stood on the snow peak, looked up at the bright moon surrounded by stars in the night sky, and exclaimed, "You taught a good disciple."
There is no resentment in this sentence, only admiration.
Although he was a great practitioner who had entered the state of tranquility and could be taken lightly in the world with greed, anger, ignorance and love, he was not ignored in the end. The observer still pursued something and was defeated by the Master, so he had no hope of winning.
The other party, but he hopes that the students he teaches can beat the students of the Master.
In fact, the two students he taught were indeed amazing. Ye Su founded the Protestantism and eventually became a saint. However, he knew very well that Ye Su's transformation was inseparable from Li Gang's enlightenment in Chang'an City. There is also Long Qing
He embarked on a path that had never been taken by his predecessors, but eventually died at Ning Que's hands.
Hearing the praise of the teacher, the senior brother bowed slightly and replied without thinking anything. In his opinion, this was taken for granted. Otherwise, how could the master of the spectator let his son worship under the Master?
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The night is getting darker, it is the real night, and it also represents the night that spreads from the north. Just like in the past few years, the world is slowly getting colder. In previous years, even in the middle of winter, the Xiling Kingdom was warm as spring. At this time
Several snowfalls have fallen, and the green mountains have been covered with white snow.
The Tang army from the north and the Dahe Kingdom army from the south attacked the Xiling Kingdom more than ten days ago. The cavalry of the temple retreated step by step and finally retreated to a range of hundreds of miles around Taoshan. The passage from Taoshan to the world is all
After being criticized by the Tang army and the Dahe army, Taoshan was trapped into a lonely peak.
This situation has lasted for more than ten days, and the Tang army has never launched the final offensive. Mr. Second and Third, who came on behalf of the academy, have never entered the town again. I don’t know where they went, or because they have no confidence.
Crack through the Qingguang Array that enveloped Taoshan, or because of the butcher in the town?
The longer the time lasts, it is not a good thing to be besieged by the enemy's army. Xu Chi is the one who led the Tang army. Logically speaking, he would not make such a mistake, so this means that the academy is in charge.
Just like those nights in the past, the wind and snow were still falling tonight, and the town was silent, as if it was about to pass without any trouble, and to suffer the day again the next morning...
But footsteps sounded outside the town.
The butcher took off his leather coat, picked up the heavy butcher knife from the chopping board, walked out of the threshold, and looked at Jun Mo who was slowly walking towards him, with an extremely indifferent or cold look.
"Are you here to die?"
Jun Mo walked up to him and stopped, raised his hand to greet him, and said, "The drunkard is dead."
The clouds like painful faces in the small town in the distant northern region are still floating in the night sky. They are actually not too high. Logically speaking, Taoshan thousands of miles away must not be able to see clearly.
But naturally there are people who can see clearly.
The butcher came from that small town in the north, how could he not see the cloud? He lived with the drunkard in this world for countless years, how could he not receive the news of his death?
He didn't say anything, and looked at Jun Mo silently, like he was looking at a dead person.
Anyone who is seen with such a look by a person like the butcher will feel fear, at least a little uneasy, or cold, but Jun Mo's expression has not changed at all.
"The drunkard died."
Jun Mo repeated, his tone very calm. He was not deliberately pointing out this fact and the point to anger the other party, but was telling an objective fact, including the next sentence.
"You will die, too."
The butcher's thick eyebrows drooped slightly and said, "How?"
Jun Mo said, "We all know that you and the drunkard are afraid of death, so they have lived for so many years. But when he dies, it proves that he is wrong. If you don't want to die, you should go a different path from him."
The butcher said, "He followed the master of the temple, and I was guarding the Taoist sect, which was different."
Jun Mo said: "There are thousands of roads in the world, more than these two."
The butcher said, "What else?"
Jun Mo said, "How do you choose Qilu? Which side do you put the bargaining chips? Those two roads are blocked, and there is a third one. Haotian is now back to Chang'an City, and there is no reason why you don't choose this road."
"Reasonable... according to my fear of death... I should indeed choose your path. I have never seen Haotian in the Kingdom of God, but I have seen her in the world. I have received a promise from her, but...
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The butcher was silent for a moment and said, "I don't want to choose this."
Jun Mo vaguely guessed his thoughts, Weisheng respected him, bowed again, and said, "Ask for advice."
The butcher's hand holding the hilt was slightly loose and tight, just like his voice at this moment, with a slight ups and downs, but it was always so firm and calm: "The practitioner who knows that I and the drunkard always think he is the relatively casual person, and
But I am the relatively bloodthirsty and cruel person, but in fact, I rarely kill people in the past tens of thousands of years."
Jun Mo said: "It's true."
The butcher said, "I don't kill people because I'm afraid of death. I'm really afraid, but I... I'm just such a companion. He was killed by your academy. I have to do something for him."
Junmo is silent.
The butcher said, "Because he is only my companion."
Jun Mo was still silent and said after a long time: "It makes sense."
It really makes sense.
If people like drunkards and butchers were not with each other, they would be afraid that they would have been lost on the long and endless path of cultivation and had been lost in the long and endless road of hiding life. No one could tolerate that loneliness.
Fortunately, they can be with each other.
They are each other's only companions, and if the butcher doesn't do anything for the alcoholic, no one will do it.
Jun Mo thought the butcher's words made sense, so he stopped trying to persuade him.
He has always respected the truth very much.
He took out the square and straight iron sword and said, "Please."
The butcher raised the butcher's knife covered in oil and said, "I will cut a way out."
If there is no road, you need to cut out a road.
The butcher raised his sword and slashed at Junmo. There was no move or skill. You couldn't even feel the slightest breath of heaven and earth on the knife. It looked like, no, it was just a simple knife.
This knife is of course not simple.
If someone slashes thousands of times with a butcher knife that is as heavy as a hill every day, and cuts every day for more than 300 days every year, and these days have been reunited for tens of thousands of years, then how many times have he cut?
No one has done this, only the butcher has done this, and only he can do this, because he lives long enough, so he practices for a long enough time.
It is said that practice lies in talent and diligence. The butcher's talent for cultivation is naturally one of the best people in history, and his diligence is also one of the best people. What does the two mean?
Thousands multiplied by three hundred and then tens of thousands. How many knives is this?
It means that this sword is invincible.
Liu Bai Fusheng could not take on this sword.
The observer will not want to take this sword head-on.
Except for Ke Haoran, no one has ever been able to take the butcher's knife.
Jun Mo's eyes lit up.
He knew what this knife meant, and those two words were very dazzling.
The uncle of the junior teacher is his idol, and he wants to take this knife.
If his arms are intact, or he will actually pick them up.
But now he only had one arm left, with one end of the iron sword in his hand, and the other end was in Yexue.
That is the rootless willow.
The luster in his eyes was slightly darker, and then it shone again, and everything returned to peace.
Jun Mo took a step back, lifted the iron sword, raised his knee, and kicked his left foot upwards.
In this kick, he kicked the sky, and was kicked to the sky.
He kicked the Iron Sword's head.
The iron sword roared through the air, but it did not leave, as if it turned into a bowstring.
One end of the string is in his hands and the other end is at his feet.
The iron knife slashed on the iron sword, with a curved string, but not folded.
The iron sword is like a string, and the king's road is like an arrow, retreating backwards like lightning, retreating a hundred feet along the long street.
In the end, he did not choose to take the butcher's knife.
Because tonight, it was not his own battle.
He is the proud Junmo, but he is also the second senior brother of the academy.
However, the butcher's knife intention was so terrifying that it still adorned him.
Accompanied by the terrifying sound, the iron sword bent sharply.
Finally touching his crown.
His hair has not yet returned to its original length, but he has put on the ancient crown again tonight.
The cap is like a boat, helping him sail in the huge waves of the breath of heaven and earth, neither side nor rounding himself nor turning.
Junmo continued to retreat, leaving the town, and retreated under the cliff.
The sword intention was still not extinguished, and a sneer sound was heard, and a clear crack appeared on his chest, and a deep mark appeared on his iron sword.
This iron sword led the serfs to fight against the Hanging Temple for several years at the bottom of the sinkhole in the Western Wasteland. It has not been broken, but it was somewhat deformed. It was later restored as before, but was almost cut off by a butcher tonight.
What a terrifying knife, it is indeed invincible.
Jun Mo retreated to the bottom of the cliff.
His right foot fell down and kicked the sky, turning into a rock-like pine, like a nail to the ground, and never retreated.
The butcher has arrived, too.
Unlike the world's ideas, the butcher's speed is not too slow.
Jun Mo's lips were covered with blood. Looking at the second sword that came again, his expression was extremely quiet.
He could not stop the butcher's knife, and he retreated hundreds of feet and was still injured.
But all he wanted was the butcher to come here.
A shrill cicada sounded.
It seemed as if there was a huge cicada, with its transparent wings spreading, in front of the cliff.
It just happened to cage the place where the butcher stood.
The butcher entered the world of cicada wings, which was a world completely isolated from the Haotian world.
Even great practitioners who have exceeded the five realms may not be able to create their own world, especially the two transparent and invisible worlds that seem indestructible.
"How can a mere cicada trap me!"
The butcher's hair and beard flew with his hair and beard, and with a loud shout, he slashed at the transparent world barrier!
A loud snarl!
A crack appeared on the transparent cicada wing!
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(This chapter also wants to be named: Butcher's Knife... and another chapter.)