The Life of the Blessed One

Jun Chu patted Bai Yan's shoulder, and said with the attitude of someone who has come here: "Young man, look away."

Bai Yan looked at him with unfriendly eyes.

Jun Chu said again: "You are young and don't understand it now, but when you reach my age, you will know that everything is just passing by."

He shook his head, and slowly walked out of Bai Yan's sight.

This man is really strange, the sky above his head is about to collapse, yet he still has the mood to comfort him.Bai Yan evoked a faint smile.

Standing up and lifting his feet, Bai Yan walked out of the study and came under the peach blossom tree.

Jun held the paintbrush in his hand, and looked up at the peach blossoms while drawing on the paper, with a serious expression, and the painting was quite serious, occasionally showing a bright smile.

Looks like a nice drawing.Bai Yan thought to himself, looked up at the drawing paper, and smiled!

Jun was in a good mood when he went out to look for Bai Yan, but he was very angry when he left.

He admits that his painting skills are rubbish, but is it necessary for Bai Yan to say that his peach blossoms are like cat's paws?

One is a cat's paw, and the other is a peach blossom. Although they are all small clusters of flowers, the difference is actually quite large, okay? The species are different.

He also said that the branches he painted were like cat teasers.

Please, if the branches are not thicker, how can they bear the peaches when they bear fruit?

He is a realist, right?

In the room, Jun Chu hung up the peach blossoms he painted, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.Compared with the previous picture, this peach blossom has improved a lot.

Tang Xiu walked in with a few stacks of side dishes, "Senior, thank you for your marrow washing pill... Hey, what you hung is..."

"This is the peach blossom I painted, isn't it beautiful?" Jun Chu pulled Tang Xiu to the front of the painting, waiting for Tang Xiu's praise with anticipation.

This is the best peach blossom painting he has painted for more than two hundred years in 2000.

Tang Xiu: "...It looks good."

Jun Chu patted him on the shoulder in satisfaction, "You still have vision, unlike Bai Yan, who has no appreciation level at all, narrow vision, hard to become a master."

Tang Xiu: "...Senior is right." It's good to be honest with others, but sometimes white lies are needed when getting along with others.

On the night before the competition between the factions, there was a light rain on Kunlun Mountain.

The drizzle was continuous, moistening things silently, and the next morning, there was a rainbow hanging high above the head.

The various sects are lined up in the extremely spacious square of Yunxiao Sword Sect, densely packed with human heads, and the lowest cultivation level is Jindan.

So many masters gathered together, the scene can be described as quite spectacular.

"Have you read the rules?"

"I didn't go. Why is it different from previous years?"

"Don't know, but there's nothing on the rules wall."

"Did the rules change, or didn't they change?"

While everyone was whispering, disciple Yunxiao was issuing number plates, from the very beginning.

"It's the number plate again. It seems that the rules are the same as before. The number is drawn, and then one-on-one. The winner gets 1 point, the loser loses [-] point, and the tie gets no points."

"That's the best, fair."

While they were talking, Bai Yan walked over surrounded by Yunxiao disciples.

The mystery of the Heavenly Dao Sect has not yet arrived. As the director of Division 22 and the young master of the Yunxiao Sword Sect, everything is up to him.

I saw Bai Yan waved his hand, drawing a huge invisible formation in the sky, "Let's fight."

All the monks were taken aback: Hit?hit what?Haven't drawn lots yet?

"Today we don't draw lots, we take the form of a scuffle." Bai Yan pointed to the number plates in their hands.

The cultivators participating in the competition today each have a number plate. What they have to do is to grab the opponent's number plate before dark, and whoever has the most number plates in the end will be ranked higher.

Bai Yan's move won the approval of many people. The previous scoring and ranking were too cumbersome and time-consuming.

Because they fought a lot during the martial arts competition and spent a lot of energy, so that when they entered the Kunlun, they were a little powerless, and watched some treasures slip from their hands.

"I don't agree." There were also people who disagreed with Bai Yan's new rules.

Bai Yan looked at the man in gray who spoke, "Why?"

Following Bai Yan's gaze, everyone turned to the man in gray who refuted Bai Yan.

The gray-clothed man was from the Qingyuan sect, and he was the only golden core in the small sect.

He was very nervous when he participated in the Tian Kunlun Ranking Competition for the first time, and he still argued hard, "Director Bai, although the old rules are time-consuming and laborious, they are very fair. The new rules save time and effort, and the results can be obtained in one day, but the disadvantages are very serious. Big, for example, what if someone forms a clique?

"You're right, I'm also thinking about this issue." Bai Yan glanced at all the monks, especially the three people from Qingfengmen, Yushuidong, and Raging Firemen who were standing together, led by Chang Yifeng, "Although the new I didn't tell anyone the rules, but who doesn't have a few good friends? What if you form a gang in the melee and unite to deal with others?"

The man in gray thought that Bai Yan would be unhappy, but he didn't expect Bai Yan to agree with him.

Hearing Bai Yan's words, the man in gray became more courageous, "Bai Chuzi's idea is very good. In the past, the rules were always in the dark, and he had to enter the Kunlun Secret Realm before he had cultivated himself well. Everyone, please do your best." There are many opportunities that are missed. But everyone is the same, and no one takes advantage of the other."

Bai Yan asked: "In your opinion, if the new rules are as fair as the old ones, can they be used?"

The gray-clothed man nodded heavily.

Before coming to Kunlun Mountain, he asked about Tian Kunlun everywhere. When he heard the rules, he also felt strange, how could he use such a World Cup-like wheel battle, but after thinking about it, he finally found that although the rules are cumbersome, they are It is fair and there are no mistakes or omissions to be found.

No wonder it has been quoted for tens of thousands of years, and no one has raised any objections.

Bai Yan looked at the monks: "Do you also think that if the new rules are fair, they can be used?"

All the monks nodded, completely forgetting that the old rules were set by Wei Xuanji of the Heavenly Dao Sect. If they changed it rashly, it would cause Wei Xuanji to be dissatisfied.

Bai Yan: "Then let's swear."

Whenever a monk at the golden core stage and above takes an oath, he will form a speech spirit. The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the speech spirit.

If you violate it, you forget it, and the way of heaven will help you remember it, and it will be doubled back at the time of thunder disaster.

Chang Yifeng, Yu Miaoqing, and Qinshan were all shocked. When Bai Yan said that they were quite happy in the melee, they could almost see the top three falling into their pockets.

Unexpectedly, Bai Yan actually used the trick of swearing.

Bai Yan is really cunning and cunning.

Chang Yifeng gritted his teeth in resentment, Bai Yan's words and deeds cultivated his mind, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that he was reborn.

Ordinary eighteen or nine-year-old little ghosts can't reach the level of Bai Yan in terms of intelligence.

Wei Xuanji was probably not as fast as him when he practiced.

oath?

After a little aftertaste, the monks will know the infinite benefits.It doesn't matter if you save time, anyway, Tian Kunlun only opens when the moon is full, saving effort is a good thing, the more effort you have, the greater the chance of getting the treasure.

"The way of heaven is under, I wait here to swear..."

After all the monks swore together, they all looked at the people around them vigilantly. No matter what their relationship was before, they are now rivals.

"Start." Bai Yan pointed to the sky covered by the invisible barrier, and everyone flew up.

Sword light and sword shadow, ice and fire, full of fighting spirit.

On the plane to country m, five-year-old Biscuit was sleeping soundly on the small table.

Suddenly the plane shook, and Biscuit bumped his head against the back of the seat in front of him. He was so soft that he woke up.

"Dear passengers and friends, please don't panic..." The flight attendant's sweet voice came, and it is normal for the plane to vibrate due to air currents.

Biscuit's mother is watching the Thai drama "Moon by Moon", and is attracted by the handsome face and long legs of senior loquat. Her eyes are red, her heart is boiling, her face is obsessed, and she has a strange smile in her mouth. She doesn't pay attention to Biscuit at all. .

Little Biscuit covered her forehead and muttered, "Mom, I hit my head."

Mom didn't raise her head: "Does it hurt?"

Biscuit: "It doesn't hurt."

Mom: "Then you continue to sleep."

Little Biscuit: ...he didn't even look at him, hmph, he didn't even look at her.

Little Biscuit tilted her head arrogantly, oh my god, there are people outside!

"Mom, mom, there are people outside." Little Biscuit hurriedly retracted.

Mom was indifferent, "Let's have it."

Little Biscuit pushed her, "There are really people, many, many people, and they are still fighting."

Mother raised her head helplessly, pointed at the white clouds outside the window, and rubbed Biscuit's short, soft hair, "Silly boy, those are just clouds shaped like people, how could there be people in such a high place, and a group of people fighting, tsk Tsk tsk, you are really mother's fool."

Mom threw a blanket over her silly son, and continued watching "Moon by Moon" with her head down.

The little biscuit stuck her eyes on the glass, no, it was really a human being, the eyes were empty, there was only a rainbow and no clouds.

But it's impossible for people to be in such a high place...

The little biscuit was confused, oops, someone was knocked down, if he fell from such a high place, would he die...

Since it is a martial arts competition, death is inevitable. If you want to "win", you must first "give up".

Even a football match between ordinary people would be bloody, not to mention a monk's battle where a swing of a sword can change the situation.

If you want to be safe and sound, then don't come here.

Those who came were all those who fought against the sky, the earth, and the people, and had the deepest desire for longevity.

Desire-desire is a double-sided word. Thousands of years ago, human beings were still drinking blood, but now they are full of high-tech.

Desire makes people progress, and it can also make people fall.

In the empty square, there was crackling, and people fell from the sky from time to time.

Some still breathed a sigh of relief, and some fell into a pulp.

Jun Chu looked at the sky in a daze, a little worried about Mo Ya.

boom!Nangong Fu stepped on the floor of the square, and the floor reinforced by the formation tended to crack.

Jun took down the spirit pill and slowly drew out the spirit sword at his waist.

His battle is about to begin.

Nangong Fu stretched out his left hand and put his right hand behind his back, "You are a junior, I will let you have one hand."

Jun Chu stood with his sword in hand, "I will let you use your full strength."

"Speak wild words." Nangong Fu sneered, making him use his full strength, and there was no one else except Yuan Shi.

Junchu: "Yunyun Lingshui Galaxy is three thousand, listen to my orders to subdue dragons and tigers..."

Nangong let out a sigh, "Yu Shui Jue? Are you actually a water spirit root?"

Everyone knows that water spirit root is one of the talents with the weakest combat effectiveness.

Nangong Fu is a mutated ice spirit root, even if they are opponents of the same level, water spirit root will definitely not be able to defeat ice spirit root, let alone Nangong Fu repaired a lot for Gao Jun.

Nangong Fu confronted Shangjun, it was an adult bullying a child.

The Yushui Jue was completed, and the water vapor with a radius of hundreds of meters was controlled by Jun Chu to merge into a water dragon, which rushed towards Nangongfu.

With a wave of his left hand, Nangong Fu turned the water dragon that hit him into an ice dragon. The ice dragon weighed heavily and fell to the ground into thousands of ice cubes.

"Stop hitting, stop hitting." Nangong Fu didn't want to be ridiculed and bullied the child, so he decided to stop.

"Senior, please forgive the junior for being rude." Junchu suddenly appeared on his lower left, with a flash of sword light, Nangong dodged as fast as lightning, but he still cut off a corner of his clothes.

Staring at the corner of the clothes flying in the air, Nangong Fu narrowed his eyes, "It's a good move, and your master only knows how to hit hard. You are very different from him."

Nangong Fu didn't say "don't fight" any more, and quickly flew towards Jun.

Jun Chu said loudly: "Senior, please rest assured, Master and I have different temperaments, but the sword intent is the same." After speaking, he rushed towards Nangong again.

boom!

The two palmed each other, Nangong Fu didn't move a step, Jun Chu flew more than ten meters, and finally stuck his sword into the ground to stop the retreat.

Jun Chu secretly sighed that his cultivation base was profound.

At that time when Nangong Fu fought his master, he was watching the battle from the sidelines. His master suppressed Nangong Fu to fight, but he didn't feel how powerful Nangong Fu was.

Because of Huiling Pill, his current cultivation base is at the peak of the fusion, and he will know how powerful Nangong Fu is after a real fight with Nangong Fushi.

At the Golden Core Stage, his eyesight was still a bit weak.

Nangong Fu looked at his left palm and sighed, "You have such skill at such a young age, Yuan Shi really took in a good apprentice."

Nangong felt sour again.

The confrontation between him and Yuanshi started with Yuanshi's name.

In the prehistoric era, there was Yuanshi Tianzun, the leader of Taoism. His status is indescribable.

Not only is it arrogant, it is simply extremely arrogant.

Nan Gongfu didn't like Yuan Shi very much, but he was the majestic Suzerain of the Shushan Sword Sect, so naturally he couldn't argue with a casual cultivator, someone with shallow eyelids and arrogance, someone would always take care of him.

Nangong Fu did not expect that it was not others who took care of Yuanshi, but Yuanshi who took care of others. Even he himself was not Yuanshi's opponent.

He is weaker than others, so he admits defeat.

But what happened to the disciples accepted by Yuanshi, it has only passed 2000 years, and they have changed so much from a small golden core, their cultivation base is as thick as the water of the Milky Way, the peak of the fusion stage, or the Mahayana stage?

No matter who it is, he can't defeat him with one hand.

Nangong Fu took out his right hand from behind.

Junchu smiled, raised his sword and rushed forward.