The sword energy was gone, vertical and horizontal, flying through the air and the covered bridge was broken, as if a large section in the middle disappeared out of thin air. As a result, the bridge was no longer a bridge.
Just when Yan Chixia drew his sword, all the well-trained horses in the black-shirted guards couldn't help being frightened. As if they felt the terrifying presence, they raised their hooves and neighed, and almost broke free from their master's restraints, trying to pull away and escape.
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Everyone's color changes.
"General, this person is so arrogant and has no laws. We might as well send a letter to Zhezhou and invite an army to encircle and suppress him!"
The identity of the monk Yan Chixia was revealed, but the black-shirted guard was brave and fierce, but he was not willing to be scared away. He suggested that Jiang Yu issue a letter to mobilize tens of thousands of Zhezhou's suppressing troops to annihilate him.
No matter how powerful Yan Chixia is, he may not be able to defeat the overwhelming army.
Jiang Yu looked at the Lanruo Temple on the other side for a long time, and suddenly sighed with interest: "Some cultivators can't just have a large number of people." Indeed, for some cultivators with advanced levels of cultivation and supernatural powers, they are already capable of defeating a thousand people.
, or even the possibility of being defeated by ten thousand people. Besides, others are not fools. If they can’t be defeated, won’t they leave? They will foolishly fight a protracted war of attrition with you.
The black-shirted guard was still reluctant to say: "In Zhezhou City, if we have all the Buddhist masters as we wish, we might as well invite them over..."
Jiang Yu waved his hand: "No need, the general has his own thoughts on this matter, let's go!"
He jumped on his horse, whipped the horse, and led the crowd to gallop away on the road they came from.
Come quickly and go quickly.
Yan Chixia returned to the monk's quarters without saying a word, as if nothing had happened, and continued to teach the remaining formulas to Nie Xiaoqian, which was exactly the style of an expert who was secretive.
After getting along with each other in recent days, Chen Jianchen roughly understood something about Yan Chixia's temperament, but he didn't ask any questions. He just took out a volume from the book basket and sat on the steps in front of the monk's house to read slowly.
The sword passed down by Yan Chixia opened the spiritual aperture, and the Niwan Palace in Nie Xiaoqian's mind was opened. It was equivalent to opening a unique door, and she could walk into another world from now on.
This kind of shock is extraordinary. Strictly speaking, it takes a period of retreat to fully digest it. Thinking back to when Chen Jianchen opened the evil-proofing pen in his hand and the "Sanli Zhenzhang" appeared, he locked himself in his study and thought hard.
It took several days to fully understand the mystery.
Therefore, after receiving all the oral techniques, Nie Xiaoqian also sat in the monk's room, closed her eyes and meditated.
Time passed by little by little, and before you knew it, the sun had set, and Yingning was already busy preparing dinner. In fact, the little fox didn’t know much about cooking. For three meals a day, the wine was ready-made, and the rice dishes were ready-made.
Most of them are ready-made, and they are basically transported from the city to be enjoyed.
Taking it without asking is not a gentleman's behavior, but if you leave a considerable amount of money where it is, the other party will not suffer any loss.
The speed of sunset was unstoppable, and for half a day red clouds appeared in the western sky. On this side of the sky, a dim sky appeared faintly.
Groups of returning birds flew through the air, singing and jumping into the forest.
Everything I saw seemed very peaceful and peaceful.
During dinner, Nie Xiaoqian came out with a radiant face and a smile that could not be concealed in her brows. She practiced martial arts on her own and was accomplished in martial arts.
Compared with "Shengjian", it is simply not worth mentioning, and it pales in comparison to the big one.
After she came out, she thanked Yan Chixia again, then sat down next to Chen Jianchen and said happily: "Liuxian, Xiaoqian is also a monk now."
Nie Xiaoqian learned swordsmanship with no harm at all. Chen Jianchen was naturally happy for her. He wanted to learn swordsmanship from Yan Chixia but failed, but Xiaoqian learned it, which was at least a consolation prize.
"Sister Nie's swordsmanship must be very powerful."
At this time Yingning said.
Nie Xiaoqian was extremely curious about Ying Ning's identity. She intuitively felt that the relationship between Ying Ning and Chen Jianchen was not like an ordinary master and servant, full of all kinds of strangeness. However, Nie Xiaoqian would not ask directly if there was no suitable time to ask.
He smiled and replied: "The swordsmanship taught by Brother Yan is much better than what I used to do."
After dinner, the night has quietly rolled up with the moon and stars.
This night seemed not much different from the previous nights, but just when the moon was at its zenith, the wind blew in a large dark cloud and blocked the moon.
This gust of wind was a bit weird. I don’t know which direction it blew first. It blew past the tall tower spiers, blew through the dark woods, blew past the Main Hall, and blew into the courtyard of the monks’ quarters!
A pleasant sound of bells suddenly sounded, covering up the sound of the wind.
Yan Chixia had taken it out before and Chen Jianchen had held it in his hand. The nine bells that could not ring no matter how hard they were shaken were now hanging high under the eaves of the monk's house. When the wind blew, each one made a rapid sound.
The sounds joined together and echoed in the air.
Chen Jianchen's face changed slightly.
Yan Chixia looked up at the sky and said, "The tree demon will definitely move tonight."
Yingning immediately said smartly: "I'm going to grind the ink." He turned around and ran back to the monk's dormitory and started working.
Yan Chixia's eyes flashed as he looked at Chen Jianchen: "I beg you to take a look at the immortal text."
Chen Jianchen laughed: "How dare you disobey your orders."
Returning to the monk's residence, Yingning had already been waiting for him with pen and ink.
The monk's dormitory has been carefully organized, the surrounding walls have been cleaned, and the windows have been framed with brand new blank rice paper.
Nie Xiaoqian looked at it curiously, her eyes wide open, and she refused to let go of any detail: there was a sense of righteousness in her writing, which sounded more mysterious than the swordsmanship she had learned and the various folk rumors about gods.
.Before this, I really couldn’t believe that the characters written by scholars could also ward off evil spirits. Could it be said that Liuxian had reached the realm of a Confucian saint?
How can it be?
Chen Jianchen picked up his pen, and it didn't take long for him to write this on the north wall. What he wrote were the words of "Zhengluantie": "When a country is about to perish, there will be evildoers who will poison the world."
, Chasing Wei Ku Lie: No matter what, Hao Mu Dejue: Reading the books of sages, why do you want to learn? The righteousness is unyielding, and the evil will be punished with great audacity!"
Forty big characters, written in one go, are all written vertically on the north wall.
"Good sentence!"
Yan Chixia clapped his hands in praise and couldn't help but read along with Ran.
Crackling, there were countless scattered sounds coming from outside, densely packed, like whips waving, and like countless roots breaking out of the ground.
There were such weird noises from all directions: the originally rapid ringing of the bells fell silent and became silent again. I wonder if it was broken by the tree demon.
This officer came so quickly!
Xiaoqian, little fox, protect the door and don’t let Liuxian be disturbed.”
Before he finished speaking, Yan Chixia had already flown out.!