[Jianwang III] Yellow sand is far above the sky

The pitch-black night is the best camouflage, Jing Baiyi crouched on the roof, stretching out every inch of muscle to stick to the tiles like a snake.The century-old prestige of Chunyang Palace is indeed well-deserved, but it is just that Qi Jin's sword energy has brushed against Qi Jin from a distance, and until now his chest still hurts. If he confronts him head-on, he will definitely die.However, the assassination is not a contest. Although the journey was extremely dangerous, Jing Baiyi still escaped the strong enemy and sneaked back here.

Jing Baiyi held his breath and concentrated on gradually blending into the surrounding environment. Although he couldn't see what was going on inside the house, his keen six senses had clearly reflected everything in the house in his heart.

Inside the house, the fire in the pill furnace was unattended, and it was about to go out when it was bright and dark.Li Mi was holding the book but was thinking deeply with his eyes closed. The monk who appeared out of nowhere was sitting beside him in meditation.

Jing Baiyi was secretly distressed, he tried his best to set fire to Chunyang Palace to delay time, and so he set up a suspicious formation to lure away the two real people from Chunyang Palace who came to rescue, in order to turn around and make an unexpected sneak attack.But the monk just sat beside the young man so leisurely, even if he could win, he was still out of a hundred tricks. The sound of fighting must have attracted two real people not far away here. Use it again in front of a master of this level.

Ten thousand gold for a living person and five thousand gold for a dead person. At that time, the winning ticket was in the hands of a bit careless, but the situation has suddenly changed to the current situation. Let alone ten thousand gold, even five thousand gold may not be able to win. If there is a slight negligence, I am afraid It is also difficult to retreat completely.

However, it is not without chance.Jing Baiyi calmly calculated that if the two real people couldn't find him, he might come back and join Li Bi. The monk would definitely feel safe and dependent when the two real people came, and the two real people would not think of him if they had their own martial arts. Dare to attack violently when the two of them are close at hand.Li Mi has no martial arts at all, and there is an [-]% chance of succeeding when he is shocked and shocked by an approaching blow.After he succeeded, he used the locking mechanism to leave quickly. They must treat Li Mi first, and he was [-]% sure that he could escape.

Therefore, the most important thing now is to hide your figure and wait patiently for the opportunity of a shocking stab!

Nangong Meng sat in meditation for a while, feeling that the injury from the fight just now had been healed by breath adjustment.Of course he doesn't know what Jing Baiyi is thinking now, but he knows that the martial arts of the man in black who fought against him just now is probably far higher than his own, and the determination in his eyes shows that he will not give up easily .

"What is Master thinking?" Li Mi suddenly said slowly.

"It's nothing, it's just the past in the world of mortals." Nangong turned his head and carefully looked at the refined and refined young man, feeling a little admiration in his heart.Although he is not very old, he has the calmness of a mountain collapse without changing his expression, the insight and quick wit of that kind of calm temper, very much like... the senior brother back then.

The elder brother is actually a few years younger than himself, but it's just that he joined the teacher's school a few hours earlier than himself.Although he is slightly younger than himself, his savvy and understanding of martial arts are enough to convince him to call him senior brother.

Master Ye Meng is the fourth owner of the Tibetan villa, and people in the world call him "Blood Kylin".Back then, he ventured into the Badao Villa by himself for the sake of the three villa masters. He was injured in more than [-] places and fell into a coma without retreating half a step.The master carefully teaches and cares for his disciples in every way.

Almost everyone in the entire villa said that he was stupid.But even the senior brother often teased him for being an idiot.Back then, his master taught him the swordsmanship. He practiced it for three years and came back to show it to his master. After seeing it, the master gave him some pointers to continue practicing.He practiced for another half a year and came back to show his master. Because of the master's love for his disciples, he only said angrily "fuck" after watching it.

When the master got angry, the brother just came back from a trip down the mountain.Seeing this scene, he pulled himself aside with a smile, and taught each move one by one.The swordsmanship taught by the senior brother seems to be much simpler than that taught by the master. The dozens of changes and so on that the master said, when it comes to the senior brother, it becomes two or three moves back and forth.After one winter and summer, I actually practiced all the extremely complicated sword skills, and when I performed martial arts with my classmates, I amazed everyone, even my master couldn't help but look at him with admiration.

I went down the mountain after I became an artist, met many friends and took in apprentices, so I feel uncomfortable every day.Excitedly, he went to see his senior brother to verify his martial arts. After fighting, he realized that the same set of swordsmanship was completely different martial arts in his senior brother's hands and in his own hands.Although I felt that my martial arts had improved a lot, my brother's frown made me understand that maybe things were not so optimistic.

Later, my brother took me to Lingyin Temple not far from Hidden Sword Villa, to find Master Xuanmie, an eminent Shaolin monk who had placed an order there, and begged him to accept me as a disciple. Throw the epee out of the mountain gate.Master Xuan Mie laughed and accepted himself as an apprentice.

I don't know if it's reincarnation, but I have practiced martial arts under Master Xuan Mie for three years. After seeing it, Master Xuan Mie gave him some pointers to continue practicing.He practiced for another half a year and came back to show the master. With the upright and dignified temperament of Master Xuan Mie, after watching it, he only said the word "scroll".

Later, when I went down the mountain to meet my senior brother, the senior brother told himself that although he was also driven down the mountain, Master Ye Meng was unable to teach, and Master Xuan Mie was unable to teach.

"Nangong, the sword is born from the heart. We pursue the meaning of the sword to ourselves too much, and give up the meaning of the sword to ourselves. A gentleman is like the wind, hiding the sword in the West Lake. The sword is our pride, but it is also a cage that restricts our realm. Only You have lost and struggled, and you can only comprehend the supreme way of swordsmanship with an ethereal state of mind when everything is dead. When I saw you abandoning the sword without hesitation, I knew that you had no thoughts of fame and wealth in your heart. I just thought you were simple in nature. I have already reached the state where the four elements are all empty. The hidden sword is to temper myself with hard work, and the Buddhist law is to realize Nirvana without thinking or thinking. Nangong, now I am no longer your opponent. If one day I can have Be sure to defeat you again, I'm afraid, when I can put down the sword in my hand."

Speaking of which, when I heard this passage, it must have been the last time my brother saw him before his accident.

What is the state of the senior brother now?What was the purpose of what happened back then?Who is this young man that the senior brother asked him to go to the Pure Yang Palace to protect?

Nangong Meng herself didn't know why she suddenly had so many questions.

"All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or electricity, and should be contemplated in this way. Amitabha." Nan Gongmeng folded his hands together, and the Buddha's chant echoed in the alchemy room, and found a trace of clarity in the Buddha's chant.

Li Mi was startled, and was about to say something, when he suddenly heard Shangguan Boyu's voice from outside: "Young Master Li, Chunyang Palace's poor reception has surprised you, the old Taoist is here to accompany you."

"The real person is serious. I messed up the alchemy room. I hope the real person will not be offended." Li Bi straightened his sleeves and walked slowly to the door of the alchemy room: "Especially Lingtu Zhiyong, who risked his life to deliver the news for me. I am grateful to you. extreme."

"Xihe? Wasn't she in the alchemy room?" Shangguan Boyu asked in surprise: "I have never met Xihe, it was Yu Shimei who asked me to wait and help."

Li Bi's expression was imperceptibly showing a hint of worry, and his voice darkened slightly: "So it is like this."

The young Yushu stood in front of the door facing the wind, with his hands sticking out from his sleeves, he pulled out the latch and gently pressed his palms on the door. With a "squeak", the door was opened with a rusty touch.

Outside the house, two immortal real people were standing on top of the snow on Yunfeng, feeling strangely extraordinary in the dark night.The gap in the door gradually widened, and the already thin warm light in the room was softly sprinkled on the ground.The snow is like a mirror, reflecting a cold light!

Han Guang was in a hurry, dressed in black and carrying the momentum of thunder, he was already close to Li Mi's throat in an instant.

Everyone understood what it was.

That is the king of killers!

That's Jing Baiyi!

That's heaven!

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