Give the world of mixed martial arts a little bit of the shock of the Thunderbolt Monk

In the capital city which had already been under curfew, in the dark night with only a few lights on, a large bird, obviously larger than an ordinary bird of prey, flew across the dark sky. The moonlight shone on the bird, casting a huge shadow. Next to the shadow, there was a lighter figure following.

"Could my brain have been damaged by Tianji's shock? It actually came out."

Mingjian Juesai followed behind Bai Yi, jumping on the roofs of various houses in the capital. The ends of his white hair drew beautiful arcs as he moved. Hua Guang was indeed traveling fast, but his speed would exceed that of Bai Yi who was leading the way in the sky. He himself did not know where the real destination was, so he was just groping in the dark with Hua Guang.

In order to adapt to the speed of the White Wing's flight and to remember the route he had taken, he followed the example of Lu Xiaofeng, Chu Liuxiang and the others and walked in a straight line on the roof.

For a letter like this that came from an unknown source and even had a different style, Mingjian Juesai should have just laughed it off, thrown the letter away and went back to sleep or meditate. He should also warn Bai Yi that if a stranger forced a letter into his hand again, he should just fly back without any reason.

Perhaps people always think more late at night, or perhaps Mingjian Juesheng really cared about the Six Sword Divine Art. After reading the letter, he sat on the windowsill with the letter, looking at the sky in the middle of the night. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but Mingjian Juesheng came out like this inexplicably.

This step is very dangerous. If this is the enemy's conspiracy, and Mingjian Juesai goes there alone, he will be sending his head thousands of miles away and will be laughed at by others for a whole year.

However, Mingjian Juesai had considered these things. Just based on the letter given by the other party, he felt that this person was not an enemy, at least not an enemy of Buddhism.

Since ancient times, those who have been against the Buddhist sect have been mainly various kinds of demons, and then there are some demon monks and Buddhas who have turned against the Buddhist sect. Then there are the ghost tribe and the demon tribe, as well as the Li tribe which was very arrogant in the past but is now considered to be extinct.

No matter what kind of force Buddhism's enemy is, no matter how it changes in form and race, they are all fundamentally connected with Buddhism. Just looking at this letter full of Western style, its owner probably has the same style. Mingjian Jueshi has been thinking hard and has never found such an enemy in Buddhism.

Moreover, this letter was brought back by Bai Yi. Although he returned later than the scheduled time, there were no wounds on Bai Yi's body, and after examination, there was no sign of being controlled. Bai Yi was not forced, and he brought the letter back willingly.

There is absolute trust between the eagle tribe and their life-roosting birds, and they will not bring danger to each other. The fact that White Wing sent a message back means that the other party is not a dangerous person in its eyes, and the other party has not shown any hostility towards White Wing.

But Mingjian Juesi still didn't understand. Both sides had different styles, so why did the other side come to him? He also knew the Six Swords Divine Art. Although this thing was not a secret in the Western Buddhist world, no one had really mastered it until now. Why did that unknown guy say he could help him?

"Why do I feel my brain is getting duller and duller? Am I getting old?"

I can’t figure it out, I really can’t figure it out.

Mingjian Juesai followed the direction led by Bai Yi and passed through layer upon layer of houses. He found that as Bai Yi walked, the number of exquisite pavilions around him increased. In addition to the curfew patrol team, other lights appeared in front of him.

This seems to be a downtown area. Is the other party hiding here?

"You flew to a place like this and didn't scare anyone?"

Realizing that he had run all the way from the Shenhou Mansion to the downtown area, Mingjian Jueshi couldn't help but feel incredible. With Bai Yi's size, he appeared here at night and was completely fine.

Although there is a curfew in the capital, it does not mean that people have to stay at home. Its main purpose is to prevent strangers from wandering around the streets to avoid confusion between thieves and civilians.

If you are in a restaurant or brothel and there is curfew, it’s okay. You can just stay there for the night and go back the next morning.

These places have always turned a blind eye to the curfew, so even though it is late at night, the lights are still on. If Mingjian Juesheng went there, he would definitely be discovered if he went in, with his white hair and blue clothes, and the way he looks like he might shine when he uses his super powers.

So how did Bai Yi fly here without being discovered? Most of the people here are young men who are looking for fun. If they looked up and saw such a big eagle in the sky, they would have started to make a fuss.

Just as Mingjian Juesai was thinking this, the white wings in the sky flapped, and the body tilted, and it actually brushed past the tallest building, made a turn, and flew into the shadow behind the tall building.

"..."

Well, now he knew how Bai Yi was not discovered. They were now stuck at the border of a brightly lit area. The highest point should be a restaurant, and behind it was a huge courtyard bordering other places. Bai Yi flew directly into the dark side of the downtown area, and with its fast speed, even if others saw it, they would just think they were dazzled.

"I was afraid that I had wronged you. After all, this place is not as vast as the Buddhist world. There is no place where you can fly boldly."

Mingjian Jueshi followed the flight path of Baiyi and also brushed the edge of the building and landed in the shadow in the north. This should be the back door and back street of the restaurant and various shops. No one usually comes here unless there is something else.

"I didn't expect that you live a freer life in the capital than we do."

Most of the Xiantian people have outstanding looks and unusual hair color, and even their clothes are more gorgeous than others. People in the capital say that they are used to their existence, but once they leave the Shenhou Mansion, they will still be the highlight of the whole street.

Especially speaking of Yi Ye Shu and the Buddha Sword, as far as the famous sword is concerned, any Buddhist with relics on their heads may rarely appear on the streets here.

"So, where are the people?"

With a simple wrist movement, Mingjian Jueshi looked around. He didn't know if it was to save lamp oil and firewood, but the front of the building was brightly lit, but there was no lighting after climbing over the walls. If there was no light coming through from the other side, the surroundings would have been pitch black.

Even though almost no one comes through the back door, we shouldn't just ignore it.

Mingjian Juesai took out the letter and waved it casually in the air a few times. Bai Yi also landed beside him and waited quietly.

"Although I don't know who you are, my people are here. Can this unknown donor at least show your face?"

Mingjian Jueshi now has only one request, that is, as long as the person opposite is not Mahanie or the reincarnation of Mara Hanba as guessed before, as for the others, he will talk about it after the person shows up.

But he waited here for a few breaths, and there was no movement around, which made Mingjian Juesai, who was just standing there, look a little stupid.

"...Xiaobai, are you sure it's here?"

Why is there no movement at all? There are at least dozens of such alleys behind buildings in the capital, and the surrounding streets are complicated. Did Bai Yi remember the wrong place?

Hearing this question, Bai Yi ignored him and just stayed beside him. Mingjian Jueshi felt that he saw speechlessness on Ying's face.

"What's that expression on your face?"

The fact that an eagle has such rich expressions is probably a feature of these rare and exotic animals.

"Since no one is coming out, I'll go back to sleep...what's that noise?"

Seeing that there was no movement around, Mingjian Juesai planned to just leave. Going out alone in the middle of the night was not a very safe decision.

But when he raised his foot, he faintly heard some melody in his ears. It didn't come from the other side of the wall, but seemed to be coming towards him.

Next, the singing in his ears became clearer and clearer, and a slightly familiar fragrance blew towards Mingjian Jueshi, which was similar to what he smelled in the letter. Along with it, there were also the sounds of footsteps mixed in with the singing.

"finally come?"

Just when the singing became more emotional, Mingjian Juesai discovered that the singer was a female voice, but judging from the sound of footsteps, the other party should be a male.

"Sparse shadows slant across, subtle fragrance floats in the air, I drink and sing softly in the moonlight. Don't go, don't go, you wake me up from a strange dream."

A beam of light shone into the dark streets. Just as Mingjian Jueshi had guessed before, the person who came was dressed in dark Western-style clothes. His light-colored hair was not tied up and fluttered in the wind behind his head. He held a peculiarly shaped long staff in his hand. The head of the staff had a fantastic and exaggerated shape, with two small mesh decorations hanging on both sides, and the top of the staff was inlaid with a large gem.

In addition, the most distinctive feature is that the other person has a peculiarly eye-catching ornament on his left ear. It is fixed on the ear and extends along the curve of the cheek to the corner of the mouth. It is the only ornament on this person's face.

Just like the letter, the person in front of him also had a good-looking appearance, but his style was completely different from Mingjian Jueshi, and even different from the current positive and negative styles. He seemed like a visitor from outer space.

As for the singing, Mingjian Juesai also noticed that there was a small cart with a gramophone behind the other party. Because he was facing the light, he couldn't see the person pulling the cart clearly, but he was sure that the person was dressed in a very Western style because he saw the other person's hat.

Theoretically speaking, every part of the other party was unfamiliar to him, but for some reason, he felt that the other party's appearance had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, as if he could match him with someone he was familiar with.

"Did your Excellency ask Xiaobai to bring this letter back?"

Never mind all that, let’s first clarify the matter regarding the letter.

"good."

The other person's tone was a little light when he spoke, and coupled with the surrounding light and his own magical color, the whole person seemed a little illusory, like a phantom.

"Then who are you?"

No matter from which perspective, the other party has no connection with him, and he doesn't know this person at all.

"You can call me a dreamer, a traveler in a dream."

At this time, the man pulling the cart behind him fixed the wooden cart. Along with the sound of pouring water, another scent that he had never smelled wafted over, but this time it was obviously not incense. Mingjian Juesai guessed that it was some kind of drink brewed by the other party.

His guess was correct. The rickshaw driver made a drink and brought it to Qimengren, then handed him another cup on the plate. At this time, Mingjian Jueshichang discovered that the particularly long thing sticking out from one side of the other person's hat was not a decoration like Huangjian Guchen's, but the other person's ear.

The thing in front of me is not a human, but a big white rabbit in human form. It is definitely not a pet or a mechanical puppet. It can speak, and except for its appearance, all its behaviors are no different from those of a human.

Mingjian Juesai was not frightened, as there were many Buddhists who did not look like humans. What he cared about was the things in the cup, so he did not take it immediately.

"what is this?"

To be on the safe side, he chose to ask the Qimeng man opposite him first, but at this time the other party had already picked up his cup and started drinking.

"coffee."

"...Forget it, thank you for your kindness, I still want to go back to sleep."

Even though innate people don't need to sleep every day, Mingjian Jueshi still wants to say that drinking coffee late at night makes one appear to be a ruthless person.

"Well, it seems that the swordsman knows the effects of coffee."

It was a bit surprising for Qimengren that Mingjian Juesai knew coffee.

"I have a friend named Tianji who has drunk this before, so I know."

"Oh, is it so."

When he heard Tianji's name, Qimengren paused slightly in drinking coffee, but quickly resumed without being noticed by others.

"I don't know where you learned the Six Swords Divine Art, nor do I know your purpose in joining the game, but you said that it takes experience and cultivation to master this method. Are you serious?"

Experience and cultivate the mind, the scope of this term is too broad. People who practice cultivation go against the will of heaven. No matter what kind of technique or practice they use, don’t they need to experience and hone their minds? If these are enough to achieve the Six Sword Divine Art, then hasn’t the famous swordsman gained enough experience over the years?

Moreover, this strange dreamer in front of him didn't look like someone who had any attainments in swordsmanship. How could such a person help him?

"I, the dreamer, am guided by dreams. A lot of my knowledge comes from dreams, and dreams can help you, too."

"To train your mind in a dream... isn't that just a nightmare?"

The man from Qimeng's dream spoke in a confusing way, and Mingjian Juesai didn't quite understand what he was saying, but he knew that this man's ability was related to dreams, and perhaps a kind of illusion.

"A nightmare or a sweet dream, it all comes in a single thought."

"You said you wanted to help me, but what's the matter? Do you have a grudge against the madman Tathagata?"

Helping Mingjian Jueshi to achieve the Six Swords Divine Art is equivalent to helping the righteous path deal with Mahanie. From a standpoint, the other party is standing on the opposite side of Mahanie by doing so. He does not know the Qimeng people, but the Qimeng people want to help him, which means he has a grudge against the other side.

"The Qimeng people just don't like those who are too hypocritical. What do you think, Sword Master?"

"Hypocrisy... But aren't dreams also fake?"

Using dreams to hone the mind, Mingjian Jueshi does not know the other party's true purpose. He only feels that the experience in the dream is not real training, and no one can guarantee what the final outcome will be.

"So, the swordsman is unwilling to cooperate?"

"If you say you want to cooperate, you should at least show your sincerity, right? You didn't say anything except your name."

There is cooperation only when there is benefit. Qimeng came up and offered to help. To be honest, he was a little hesitant to accept the offer. This person suddenly appeared, his name was well known, and his style was totally unrelated. It was like a dream for a completely unrelated person to cooperate with him with the help he wanted most.

"As I said, the Qimeng people simply hate excessive hypocrisy."

The dreamer tapped the ground with his cane, and Sir Rabbit stepped back behind him and pulled up the cart with the phonograph again.

"But I am not in a hurry. Before the final truth comes, the swordsman still has time to consider."

After finishing speaking, Qimeng Pavilion turned around and seemed to be leaving. But at this moment, Mingjian Juesai suddenly remembered where the sense of sight on the other party was.

"Wait a minute."

"Has the swordsman changed his mind?"

"...You are not from Tianji, are you?"

Looking at Qimengren's back, Mingjian Jueshai's eyes revealed a bit of suspicion.

"...That Tianji seems to be the swordsman's friend, why do you say that?"

Hearing Mingjian Jueshi's words, Qimengren stopped but did not turn around, so his expression could not be seen.

"How do I put it? I feel like you two are a bit alike, with your high-profile appearances, your own speakers, and..."

There was one thing he couldn't describe. He felt that there was something of a divine presence on the Qimeng man, but he couldn't tell exactly where it was.

"For a moment, I almost thought that Tianji was bored again and came here to make trouble, but that guy was invaded by evil spirits when he was suppressing Mie Shixue Guhuang, and his internal injuries haven't healed yet, so he shouldn't have the time to spare."

He spoke the second half of the sentence in a relatively low voice, as if he was talking to himself, but even though it was a quiet whisper, the dreamer still heard it.

"Qimengren has other dreams to pursue, so I won't bother the swordsman. It's just a matter of cooperation, I hope the swordsman will consider it."

After he finished speaking, the light around him dimmed, the singing became quieter and quieter, and was gradually drowned out by the singing and dancing of birds on the other side of the wall. The dreamer disappeared with his fantastic outfit, and the scenery around him returned to darkness, just like a dream, leaving no trace.