Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Eighth
The viewer enters Chang'an.
Facing the most powerful men in the academy and Huang Yang, he extinguished the fire of painstaking efforts on the Buddhist beads with one glance, waved his sleeves to disrupt the wind and snow and broke through the demonic realm, stretched out his hand to summon the apocalypse, and broke through the thousand-year-old city wall with one sword.
Ruins are everywhere on the streets, the snow is burning in the sky, and raindrops are falling. All these scenes only prove one thing, and that is his power.
There are five realms of human cultivation. Crossing the highest threshold is the other side that countless people dream of but can never reach. For countless years, the cultivation world has confirmed that there are only a few people who have crossed the five realms. Any one of these realms has become a legend or even
It's a myth, such as the realm of apocalypse.
However, today on the snowy street, the viewer waved his hands and rolled up his sleeves to pray for the four mythical realms of immeasurable, annihilation, apocalypse, and infinity, and he seemed so casual and relaxed.
The level displayed by the viewer has gone beyond the scope recorded in the Xiling Canon and many cultivation classics. It has exceeded the most wild imagination of practitioners, and even seems so unreal.
The rain continued to fall, and he walked towards the north of Zhuque Avenue with a calm expression.
The majestic power falling from the sky was injected into his body.
With every step he takes to break through the stagnant water and break through the sky, the aura on his body will become stronger and stronger.
The slightly cold rain fell on Yu Lian's face.
She looked at the viewer coming out of the rain and said, "It is said that eighteen years ago, you landed on the shore and knocked Wei Guangming down from the mortal world with your own hands, except for his seat on the throne of light."
The visitor said: "Not bad."
Yu Lian said: "At first, I didn't believe that you had the ability to force a strong man in the Apocalypse realm back to his original form. Only now do I understand that you are more powerful than the legend."
The viewer walked forward slowly and said: "Strong is just a relative concept. Just because I am stronger than you and Wei Guangming, it does not mean that I am strong. Just as you are stronger than Xiong Chumo, it does not mean that I am truly powerful."
Yu Lian said: "Then what is real strength?"
The viewer said: "Change the relative into the absolute. That is true power."
Yu Lian asked: "Being stronger than everyone else is the real strength?"
The viewer said: "Yes, if you are invincible, you will naturally be truly powerful."
Yu Lian asked: "Does the temple owner think that he is invincible?"
"Crazy Ke is dead and Master is gone."
The viewer looked up at the rain-dropped sky and said, "I have no choice but to be invincible."
His mood when answering this question was very calm and composed, so it seemed very natural, as if he was talking about whose food was the best.
Yu Lian said: "Since the world is invincible, why do you still practice the skills of my Da Ming Sect? The master of the Taoist sect is the leader of the Taoist sect, but he asks questions about the enemy. Don't you feel ashamed?"
What she was talking about was naturally the viewer's gray eyes that she had seen before when she punched.
That is the gray eyes that were born from the demon sect Taotie.
The master of the temple said: "Everything in the world belongs to Haotian. What's more, you should understand now. Mingzong still sacrifices to Haotian, why can't I use it?"
The burning snow high in Chang'an City is almost exhausted.
So the rain on the snowy street gradually lightened up at this time.
At this time, the viewer walked to a side alley, with a well at the entrance. The snow accumulated on the edge of the well had luckily avoided the erosion of rain, and it looked white and pine, which was very beautiful.
Yu Lian didn't let go of his hand until this moment.
She kept holding on to the cotton-padded jacket around her senior brother's waist.
When she was having a conversation with the viewer, the senior brother had not participated. Because he kept coughing and bleeding, and his body was seriously injured and looked so weak.
The reason why Yu Lian kept holding on to him was because she knew that if she let go, her senior brother would risk his life and force his way into Wuju to continue fighting with the Guanzhu.
Now she let go of her hand because the senior brother had a moment of rest, and more importantly because the viewer had come closer, and the life and death between victory and defeat had come before her eyes.
At this moment, a man suddenly crawled out of the ruined house on the street.
It was a young man wearing a straw hat.
He rushed back from Xiling, returned to Chang'an, and returned to the academy.
Thousands of miles of clouds, moons, dust and dirt made him lose weight a lot.
He could no longer be described as chubby, only burly.
This is probably how a man should be described.
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In the eyes of many people, the master of Zhishou Temple is already a legendary figure.
Today's rain and snow in Chang'an City prove that the owner of the temple is indeed a legend.
But the people in the legend are still people.
When he saw his only flesh and blood standing firmly and resolutely opposite himself, the first words he spoke were no different from the ordinary women in those stories.
The viewer said: "Why did I give birth to a son like you?"
Chen Pipi lifted up a wooden beam that had fallen in front of him, walked to the middle of the street, knelt down on his knees, and said with a slightly trembling voice: "Father, but I am also a student of the academy."
The viewer looked at his son kneeling in the rain and said, "You are so weak, how can you choose a side?"
Chen Pipi has been considered a Taoist genius since he was a child, and he is also the youngest practitioner to enter the realm of knowing destiny. However, the three people in the street at this time are far superior to him in realm strength. The view of the master is not wrong.
He said: "My son always wants to give it a try."
The viewer's eyes crossed Chen Pipi's head and fell on the blood-covered senior brother at the other end of the street. He said, "Is it worth it just to let your senior brother rest a little longer?"
Chen Pipi said: "I just try my best."
The master of the temple said: "The academy is worthy of your dedication, but the Taoist school is not worthy?"
Chen Pipi did not look back at his senior brother and third senior sister.
But he knew that after seven days of the most arduous pursuit, the senior brother was exhausted and seriously injured, and his current condition was not much better.
After a moment of silence, he said: "Since you are putting your whole heart into it, of course you have to start from your heart."
He did not directly answer his father's question, but he already answered it.
It was his intention that allowed him to break the formation in Zhishou Temple, allowing his senior brother to come and go easily. It was also his intention that allowed him to rush back from Xiling for help, and then confront his father on the street.
The mood on the visitor's face became calmer and calmer, and he said, "I don't have to give you this opportunity."
Chen Pipi said: "Please father give my son this last chance, I have nothing else to ask for."
The master of the temple said: "After you have done your best, will there be no second thoughts?"
Chen Pipi said: "That's exactly what I mean."
The visitor said: "Very good."
Chen Pipi stood up, wiped the rain and sewage off his face, and then slowly raised his arms.
His fingers were trembling slightly.
Because he is planning to use Tianxiaxi Divine Finger, because his enemy is his father.
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The eldest brother wants to stop this fight because he thinks it is wrong for father and son to kill each other.
Yu Lian stopped him with just one sentence: "If the academy is going to be destroyed, you must at least give Pippi a chance to do his best, otherwise how will he spend the rest of his life?"
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Chen Pipi controls the world and the stream with his magical fingers.
Refers to the Qi flowing freely between the light rain, like a baby swallow that throws itself into the forest, naughty and eager to go, but it is hard to find its trace.
He was clearly pointing east, but the aura of heaven and earth was condensed like a sharp blade, piercing diagonally from the west.
Obviously the fingers are trembling like strong grass in the wind, but the meaning of the fingers is quiet, soft and beautiful like lotus leaves in the lake.
The last time Chen Pipi used Tianxiaxi Divine Finger was on a certain New Year's day, when Sang Sang stood outside the back garden of the Chang'an government office holding a quilt.
This is his second real shot.
It was also his strongest shot.
Facing the sign of breaking rain, the viewer's eyes showed a look of relief.
This is what he taught Chen Pipi.
He is very satisfied with the realm and ability that Chen Pipi has shown now.
So he was very pleased and decided not to be too harsh on Chen Pipi.
He stretched out his index finger and made an empty point.
He decided not to kill his son.
I could only hear the sound of wind and rain, the sound of flutes, and the sound of drums, making a chaotic noise.
The meanings that crisscrossed the streets were shattered into countless pieces in an instant.
There were several muffled sounds.
Chen Pipi fell into the rain, covered in blood.
The joints of his limbs were all injured by fingers and there were holes in blood, making him look extremely miserable.
The one used by the temple owner is also the Divine Finger of Tianxiaxi.
It is the truly powerful Tianxiaxi Divine Finger.
Chen Pipi could not move and sat in the rain like a man before execution, crying loudly.
He cried very sadly.
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