The Life of the Blessed One

The sun is setting, it is sunset time.

The chaos in the sky has already decided the winner, but the monks did not leave, they all watched the shocking battle in the square from afar

The sword energy is like a rainbow, touching it will kill you.

The red blood soaked the clothes and dripped to the ground, forming a shocking puddle. When Jun went out to retract the sword, he held a sword flower and smiled lightly: "Thank you for your advice, senior."

"You - very good!" Nangong Fu held his left shoulder and praised Jun Chu.

Nan Gongfu, as a monk from the generation of Master Yuan Shizun, is already in the middle stage of Mahayana, and there is a thin line from the late stage of Mahayana. Except for Bai Yan who doesn't know how deep his cultivation is, he is the No. 1 in the world of cultivation today. Not too much.

Jun Chu lost, of course, everyone can predict the defeat.

After all, who can beat Nanning Fu?

But you have the glory of defeat, and the spirit of defeat.

His sharp blade had forced Nangong Fu to retreat three times, and even stabbed him on the shoulder. Although his master often said that he was a useless Mizuki spirit root, but the three of them, the three brothers, But he is the only one who has completely inherited his master's domineering sword intent, going forward with no regrets, he is domineering to the extreme, and can penetrate all hard things in the world.

It's a pity that Jun's cultivation base was a whole level behind Nangongfu's, and his stamina was insufficient, so he was finally defeated by Nangongfu's thick and incomprehensible spiritual power like mountains, rivers and seas.

Jun Chu said with a smile: "Thank you for your praise, senior. According to your current cultivation, I believe that you will be able to enter the late stage of Mahayana in a few days, and you will definitely reach the stage of true immortality within 500 years. This junior congratulates senior first."

Nan Gongfu sighed, "Not as powerful as your master." Yuanshi hit the true immortal stage 500 years ago, but as Jun Chu said, there is still a gap of 500 years, 1000 years.

After all, he was no match for Yuan Shi.

Nangong Fu threw a bottle of elixir to Jun Chu, and told him to take good care of his wounds.

"Thank you, senior." Before Jun appeared, he left, summoned Mo Ya to help him go back to rest, and Bai Yan suddenly appeared.

Bai Yan grabbed Jun Chu's hand, "Go to the back mountain." The back mountain is the place where Yunxiao Sword Sect's spiritual power is the strongest.

Jun Chu shook his head, "No need." The back mountain is the forbidden area of ​​Yunxiao Sword Sect, how can he step into it.

Jun Chu urged Mo Ya to go quickly, Mo Ya wanted to move, but found a strong coercion enveloped him, he was like an ant under the feet of an elephant, unable to move.

"Don't be brave, with your current state, if you don't go to the back mountain, you won't survive tonight." As soon as Bai Yan finished speaking, Junchu spat out a mouthful of blood.

Bai Yan was used to domineering, so he grabbed Jun Chu and flew to the back mountain.

Mo Ya hurriedly followed, but was blocked by an enchantment at the entrance of the back mountain.

Mo Ya jumped anxiously, slapping the barrier and calling for senior brother and senior brother.

Shen Yi came out from the side, with a forced indifference on her face, "Don't worry, Director Bai won't harm seniors. Also... thank you for saving me just now..."

During the melee, Chang Yifeng took a fancy to the number plate in Shen Yi's hand. If Mo Ya hadn't reached out for help, the results of the Emei female cultivator would have been embarrassing, and she would have been seriously injured.

"You're welcome, I should have saved you." Mo Ya took a deep look at Shen Yi, she was covered in blood, and he wasn't much better—in order to snatch No.1, he fought bloody battles and seriously injured Chang. Yifeng, Yu Miaoqing, Qin Shan and others finally confronted Nangong Yi before sunset.

In the last battle, he fought in a very embarrassing situation.

But in the end it was a win.

Mo Ya looked at Shen Yi, the pink-faced peach blossom was very beautiful, which made him unforgettable, "You must be careful in the Kunlun Secret Realm. When someone is trying to trick you, I may not be by your side."

At this moment, Mo Ya is very clear that she likes Shen Yi.

However, he will never forget the kindness of his senior brother's upbringing and teaching, even if he dies, Tian Kunlun is his senior brother's only chance.

Even with all his cultivation, he would have to compete with all the monks, and he only hoped that he would not meet Shen Yi at that time...

Mo Ya stuffed a few pills into his mouth indiscriminately, and he sat cross-legged at the entrance of the back mountain, as if he was offering a guardian to the king.

Shen Yi didn't care when she saw that his bloody clothes were dripping wet, so she went to borrow a set from disciple Yunxiao, and when she gave it to him, she was stunned for a moment: They have nothing to do with each other, why does she care so much about him?

There have always been stories of "the hero saves the beauty and the beauty falls in love", but Shen Yi never thinks about Mo Ya and herself. After all, Mo Ya is nothing more than a shameful and cunning voyeur with a messy hair. It's colorful, and it doesn't look like a hero in any way.

She just thought that she was moved with compassion, and she didn't know that the concern at the moment was the precursor of her heart.

Shen Yi hesitated, put the clothes aside, and walked away.

In the back mountain of Yunxiao Sword Sect, there is a spiritual pool, which is all transformed by the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

At this moment, Jun Chu was sitting in the pool. The pill Nangong Fu gave was a super-grade pill that was not higher than Huiling Pill. After taking it, Jun Chu leaned his head on the side of the pool, still asleep.

Zhan Xiangsi flew by his side, in case he accidentally slipped into the pool and drowned.

Bai Yan stood on the edge of the cliff, beside a peach tree more than [-] years old, with luxuriant branches and leaves, stretching out tens of meters.

All seasons are flowering seasons, only blooming, not fruiting, just like Bai Yan's lifelong love... no, it was his previous life's love affair.

Bai Yan doesn't like to come to the back mountain, and he doesn't like the countless peach blossoms planted in the courtyard.

Because, all this reminded him of the stupid things he did in his previous life.

He can't remember how many years it was, but he only remembers that year when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, he was going to travel far away with his luggage on his back, and the man sent him all the way out of Shilipo outside Xianyang City.

The man was weak and couldn't bear the pain of climbing mountains and wading through rivers. Seeing that he was going to travel around the world, his eyes turned red with envy.

"It's good to be strong and strong. You can go wherever you want." The man said sourly. In the past, he would not use such a good word as "strong and strong" to describe him.

He always laughed at him as tall as a bamboo pole and as strong as a plow.

"Stay at home with peace of mind, I will come back soon, and then I will tell you what I have seen and heard, but you have to promise me one condition."

"What conditions?"

"Until I come back, you are not allowed to get close to Yunshu..."

"Why, Yunshu is my cousin and not your cousin..."

"Did you forget? You said you wanted to compete fairly with me. Now that I'm gone, if you take the opportunity to coax Yunshu into marrying you, then I'm not going to die. You said you want to compete fairly, so you can't go back on your word!" Bai Yan Convincingly speaking, he took a step forward, pushed the man in, and asked him to make a promise.

The spring sun did not bask in people, but that person blushed instantly, pink and tender, the same color as peach blossoms.

Bai Yan guessed that he was angry, after all, it was he who interfered with that person and Yun Shu's childhood sweetheart, which always spoiled his good deeds.

Unfortunately, everything is just a misunderstanding.

What he likes is not Yunshu, but him.

But they are all men, and that man is the most serious, if he finds out, he might be regarded as a scourge.

What Bai Yan can do is to bury all his feelings in his heart.

The man was not in good health, but longed for the outside world, so he went out for a walk and told him what he wanted to see.

When it was time to leave, Bai Yan felt a little reluctant, he stared at him, wishing that time would stop here, the man's cheeks became more and more red, like persimmons in autumn and winter.

Bai Yan couldn't get enough of it. After staring at it for a long time, he found that there was a gap in his shirt at the shoulder, and he didn't know where it was scratched.

That person came from a family with thousands of acres of poetry books and farmland, yet he went out with torn clothes on the window, Bai Yan didn't know how to describe him.

Bai Yan stuffed his bag into his arms, ran back to the city and bought a piece of cloth, panting and handed the cloth to the man, "I'll be back when you finish wearing the clothes made of this cloth."

In this world, only men give women cloth to make clothes, no man gives men.Bai Yan thought that the man would dislike him, but the man just froze for a moment, then carefully took the piece of moiré white cloth, and then took off the sword from his waist—this sword was the man's favorite thing, and he never left it. , The man actually wanted to give him the sword.

Gentlemen don't take what others like, Bai Yan knew he shouldn't accept it, but immediately took the sword back and held it firmly in his hand.

The man still laughed at him, did he keep coveting his sword, just like coveting Yun Shu's cousin.

Bai Yan nodded heavily, and after walking out of the man's sight, he immediately used his own sword to carve the word "Lovesickness" on his sword.

Acacia sword, Acacia sword, his lovesickness, his infatuated love.

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