Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 129: The Source of Peace (Part 2)
The coalition tent was really large. At this time, there were hundreds of people sitting, and they still didn't seem crowded. And those people were silent, so the empty tent even felt a little more silent.
"This is the command of the Lord of the Sales."
Bai Haixin watched these people who showed resistance with silence, and said indifferently: "Don't think about the glory and respect that you enjoy in the world in his denominations on weekdays.
It's Haotian's will. "
A strong practitioner of Dongxuanjing stared at him and said sharply: "There is no way to rush over by heavy cavalry. What can we do? Who can carry the voice of Qin Xiao?"
Bai Haixin said: "Since you want you to fight the horse, you don't have to worry about the seat. As for the voice of Qin Xiao ... The Temple of Tianda is in a formula at this time, and it will be distributed to your hands later."
"I don't want to hear more questions anymore, what you need to do now is to accept."
Without waiting for those practitioners who are so arrogant on weekdays to oppose their words, he said with no expression: "Of course, what ordinary soldiers can't do, of course, you must execute it, otherwise, what can the door use you?"
A anger sounded behind the crowd: "Isn't this let us die?"
Bai Haixin's face was suddenly cold, looking at the sound, and said, "Who is talking?"
No one answered, no one dared to answer, and no one dared to talk.
At this time, there are hundreds of strong men in the big tent and practitioners from all over the country. If they are usually, even if Bai Haixin is a general in the South Jin Dynasty, it will not make them cold.
It is clear that Bai Haixin's words represent the meaning of the Temple of Xiling.
Dare to speak does not mean that you do n’t think about it. The practitioners are very ugly. They all know that what the person was right before was right. The Xiling Temple was to let these small sects who attached to the door to death and used their own death to consume the academy with their own deaths to consume the academy with their own deaths to consume the academy with their own deaths to consume the academy with their own deaths to consume the academy with their own death.
Disciples' mindfulness and physical strength ...
"Think of your denominations, do you want to disappear like a firework, think about your loved ones and disciples who stay in your hometown, and think about the great existence of the sky."
After Bai Haixin said this, he turned to leave the big account.
There was a dead silence in the big tent. Silence at this time represents acceptance and had to accept it.
Compared with the warm atmosphere at Qingxia, it is so cold here.
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The warm water and gas from Daze, the south, and Qinghe County, which is known for its four seasons. However, after all, it is late autumn. After the night, the temperature in the field gradually decreases.
Bonfire burning in the barracks.
The stars on the night are unsatisfactory by Yin Ying's Yin Hui. At this time, the countless bonfires in the wilderness are reflected. If you don't look closely, you will even think that there is no star in the night sky.
There were more than 20 people sitting next to a bonfire.
These people are disciples of Sword Pavilion in Nanjin.
The disciples are around a man. The expression is extremely respectful.
The man was wearing Ma Yi and combed a simple bun. The face was ordinary, but he had a pair of eyebrows very characteristic. The rich one seemed to be drawn in ink pen.
On the ground beside him, there is a somewhat old golden crown.
Only emperors in the world can we wear golden crowns.
The man is not the emperor of which country.
He is the emperor of Kendo, and he is the saints of Kendo.
He is Liu Bai, so the golden crown is by.
"The idea of the temple will inevitably not be effective."
Liu Bai looked at the bright moon in the night. It was silent for a long time.
The disciples dare not ask questions, waiting for the second half of the teacher.
"A few people in the academy, they came to stop thousands of troops, seemingly stupid, but they are not fools, so the temple wants to pile up with life and want to exhaust the strength of Junmo. It is not effective."
Liu Yiqing coughed a little bit in pain and said, "Although Mr. Er is mighty, after all, manpower is sometimes poor, and it is difficult for Mr. Er to be so proud and domineering.
Today, he was defeated in the hands of the disciples of the academy again. He suffered a bad injury, but he was not as angry and sad as that year. He could have enough calmness to analyze the situation.
"The temple is what you think, so the mistake is the same mistake."
Liu Bai said: "You all think that Jun Mo is proud of his temperament and domineering warfare, so every sword comes out, he has to consume more thoughts and strength, and he cannot last long."
"Jun Mo's iron sword, or smashed or shot, it seems to be more laborious than cutting, but the truth is not the case. That's because you don’t understand.
It is the vitality of heaven and earth, and the thick iron sword, if you want to wear it to destroy, I am afraid to wait until the sky is old. "
After speaking, the first master of the world's kendo, from the bonfire pile, pulled out a fine branch that has not been burned, slowly lifted to a foot in front of the eyebrow, and then waved it at will.
The atmosphere of the heavens and the earth beside the bonfire moved with the trend of the branches, and several light and thin breaths were sticking to the branches of the branches. As the waves waving, it became thicker and thicker until it finally condensed into a ball.
Liu Bai's branches finally fell into the bonfire pile.
The breath of the heavens and the earth condensed in front of the branch was scattered.
A bonfire bombarded, the flame stretched to the night sky of the three -foot high, and the military camp was bright.
There was a exclaiming around, and after a while, it gradually converged.
Liu Yiqing lowered his head and thought silently for a long time.
His eyes could not see things, but his mind could clearly feel what the branch made.
"Mr. Er does not need his sword to sword. He transported the sword through the atmosphere of heaven and earth, and in turn mobilized the atmosphere of heaven and earth to help the sword.
He Huo Ran looked up and looked at the invisible Qingxia, and his voice trembled and said, "This kind of kendo consumes the least for thought and physical strength, he can keep killing it!"
"Your opinion, right?"
Liu Bai threw the half -rooted branches in his hand into the bonfire pile and said, "Say you are right, it is the means when you say Jun Mo's sword, saying that you are wrong because you haven't understood that he is not borrowing it.
Heaven and earth transported swords ... "
"He is fighting people with heaven and earth."
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The bonfire is quiet.
More than 20 disciples of Jiange were silent and their own thoughts. They followed the world's first strongest people to practice, practiced the sword hard, and had their own pride sword heart, so every pair of colleges was not convinced, and the pride of the second gentleman was even more.
Don't like it. But at this time they understood that the man was proud and proud.
Liu Bai asked: "Where is Jun Mo's iron sword?"
A disciple thought for a while, and said uncertainty: "When he was not holding a sword, the iron sword was in front of him."
Liu Bai asked: "How far?"
No one pays attention to this detail.
Liu Bai said: "Only I will pay attention to this detail, because this is what Jun Mo wants to let me see, the iron sword has been ...
Everyone was surprised.
Everyone knows that the most famous kendo concept of Swordsman Liu Bai is the sword of swords. It is not as good as a foot in front of him.
One and a half foot are longer than one foot.
So one and a half in front of you are stronger than one foot in front of you?
Liu Bai knew the disciples' emotions at this time. Slowly said, "The practitioners must be confident, so pride is the most common display. I have seen many proud people in my life.
Laner, but never seen a person more proud than Jun Mo. "
The disciples are silent.
"And pride. It is his way of getting dead." Liu Bai smiled, and his expression said indifferently: "Because pride is emotional, the real sword, you must not have any extra emotions."
A disciple finally couldn't help but asked, "When are you going to shoot?"
"The temple is anxious, I'm not in a hurry, the Tang Dynasty is going to destroy it, it must not be determined in the World War I."
Liu Bai said: "The battle of this Qingxia is a great opportunity for you to learn from the academy. Junmo is also my opponent that I like very much. It is said that when he is the strongest, I will take the shot until he is the strongest.
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The disciples thought that Mr. Er today held his sword and guarded the Qingxia. He had not retreated in one step, and he seemed to be extremely strong, and even had an invincible feeling. Can he still become stronger?
Liu Yiqing asked: "When is Mr. Er's strongest time?"
"Jun Mo is an ordinary person, so there will be an ordinary person's behavior, so today he will leave you a few people, but when he holds the sword, he is no longer an ordinary person. When he starts to be injured.
He found that his pride was provoked. When he was really angry, when everyone thought he was about to fail, he was the most powerful at that time. "
Liu Bai stood up and looked at the quiet green gorge on the side of the wild, feeling the warm breath from the place, slowly losing his hands behind him, and he didn't speak for a long time.
The disciples of the Jiange also stood up and looked at it, I don't know what he was watching.
"The army is mighty, the strong gathered, and when it is in danger, I still cook seriously. Well, the rice is burnt, but the taste of pickles is really good."
The night wind came, Liu Bai heard the breath from the wind, and said with emotion: "This is life. No matter the war or the killing, it cannot affect the process, but life."
"Why can the disciples of the academy be so calm? Not because of confidence, but because they are doing what they want to do and doing things that make themselves happy, so they do it for granted."
"My sword can be taken for granted, but it can't live like them for granted."
Liu Bai looked at Qingxia with a smile and said, "The academy is really a very magical place. Unfortunately, the master is no longer there, otherwise I really want to live in it for a few years."
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The second day of the Battle of Qingxia.
The weather is obscure, and it seems to be going to rain.
The bloody taste of the field becomes more and more intense.
The scent of millet porridge in the pot is also very strong.
Everyone praised the pickles marinated in the Houshan that year, and began to bow their heads to drink porridge.
Drinking gas.
After drinking the porridge, the crowd sorted out the armor for the second brother.
Brother Er held the iron sword and walked to the field.
Sister Qi didn't sleep well last night. She rubbed some astringent eyes and said, "Be careful."
Today, the porridge is full.
Everything is suitable.
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