Chapter 641: Dawn looks at the sky at dusk and looks at the clouds, all different

From the mountains and rivers to the west, the legend goes to the end and can see the place where the sun sets, but few ordinary people can walk here, even if they can walk here, no one can see if the sun is setting here Yes, because there is a big mountain ahead.
Those mountains are very big and many, few people can pass through, and after passing through, they have no effect.
Behind the mountain is a desert.
It was a desert where no creatures existed, it was terrifying, but it was only aimed at ordinary people.
No one has ever measured how big the desert is, because monks do not need to measure it, and ordinary people have no possibility of success.
But the monks all know that behind this desert is the land of Western Buddhism, the country of Buddhism, and where is Buddhism.
Six thousand years ago, after the war between the human race and the monster race ended, Confucianism and Taoism signed an agreement with Buddhism. Anyway, since then, there are almost no monks in the whole mountains and rivers. Only when Wushan opens There are monks from this desert to the mountains and rivers, other than that, no other monks will leave the Buddhist land.
As for the monks in mountains and rivers, Confucianism and Taoism would hardly go to Buddhism, and wild cultivators had no interest, only swordsmen would go to those places.
To the north of the mountains and rivers, there is the North Sea to isolate the monster land and mountains and rivers, and to the west is this desert to isolate the Buddha soil and mountains and rivers.
Now, there is an old monk walking slowly in this desert. Walking in the desert, the old monk’s face is ugly. He is walking fast, and he seems to be going out of this desert soon. There is even a scared look on his face. , As if someone was chasing him behind him.
In fact, he did not see the person chasing him, but he felt a sword aura. The sword aura had no other meaning. The only thing left was the word fierce. He walked in the desert and felt it all the time. The sword energy was right next to him, which made him very scared.
If it were on weekdays, he would not be like this. As a monk from the sea, he would not die so easily, but it is different now.
He was injured.
He has seen the sword fairy.
The sword aura belongs to the swordsman, but such a strong sword aura can only belong to the sword fairy.
In the first battle of Xiaoyuan City, a total of three sword immortals with great strength in the cloud appeared. One sword immortal who shot him down to the ocean of clouds, as well as the sword immortal who injured him before, was the one who remembered him most. The sword fairy named Ye Changting.
His sword made him feel inferior to Qingqiu.
Although he had never seen Chao Qingqiu.
The battle of Xiaoyuancheng was something he didn't want to recall.
But that sword aura kept reminding him of these things.
He looked at the desert in the distance, knowing that he would be able to return to the land of Buddha as long as he walked for a while.
This gave him a lot of peace of mind.
But no one thought that when he climbed the sand dune, the man in white was waiting for him there.
In a desert, the man with a sword hanging from his waist looked at him.
This is the man he least wants to meet.
The old monk's face was ugly, and he screamed: "You are also injured. You may not be able to kill the old monk. You don't need to die with the old monk!"
Yes, the blood is very conspicuous on the white man's clothes. I am afraid that most of the white clothes are now red.
"I will kill you."
This voice floated from a distance, of course, it was his sword.
Ye Changting's sword was very fierce, even when he was already injured, so when the sword light passed through the yellow sand, it naturally fell on the old monk.
After the blood burst out, the yellow sand behind him was flying around, looking at a scene that was difficult to create with manpower.
Ye Changting vomited a mouthful of blood calmly, but did not retreat for a moment, Mo Shangcao trembled slightly in his hand, and a majestic sword energy poured into the old monk's body, and the old monk struggled to make the string of broken Buddha beads on his chest Before, Ye Changting was stabbed again.
After two swords, the old monk vomited blood, but his figure still flew towards the yellow sand. A strong wind rose from the horizon, blowing the yellow sand all over the sky, to block Ye Changting’s sight, but still a moment later , That sword still appeared behind him as promised.
This sword made the old monk miserable.
Within a few breaths, Ye Changting’s sword fell on the old monk one after another. Although he himself was vomiting blood, if he continued, it would not take long before the old monk would die here. A Buddhist saint died. Here is another blood rain.
The saints and sword immortals had dead knots before, but Buddhist saints generally didn't have the sword immortals, but this old monk had taken action before, and now he has to bear Ye Changting's anger.
The old monk chanted the Buddha's name, and countless Buddha lights flew out of him.
Both of them were almost at the end of the battle, but the old monk had not dared to fight Ye Changting from the very beginning. He had already fallen asleep, and now he is even more scared, and naturally there is no possibility of defeating Ye Changting.
If this stalemate continues, the old monk will die here soon.
The old monk spit out a large mouthful of blood, and the blood mist flew in the yellow sand. He soon created a yellow sand giant. The yellow sand giant was several meters high. He hit Ye Changting with a punch, but that Before his hand fell on Ye Changting's body, he was cut off.
At the same time, a sword light appeared, and immediately cut off the giant's head.
The head of the giant was beheaded, and immediately lost his anger, and in an instant it turned back into one
Pieces of yellow sand.
Ye Changting's face became paler and paler, but his sword aura grew stronger.
He held down the grass sword hilt on Moshang, as if the old monk was about to be cut with the next sword.
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"Oh Amitabha!"
But at this moment, a Buddha's name suddenly sounded from the horizon.
With the extremely prosperous Buddha light appeared.
Ye Changting stared into the distance, only to see a lantern appearing in the blurry scene among the yellow sand.
It is a phantom, not a real thing.
But the old monk had already followed the lantern to the distance.
And according to this desert, I don’t know how far above the Lingshan Mountain, an old monk with white eyebrows covered in golden light looked at the lantern in front of him, and said calmly: "No wonder the sword is immortal. Bring the younger brother back to Lingshan, and don't let him leave the Buddhaland for a step. As for Jianxian, he wants to say something, so I bother Jianxian to come to Lingshan after he is well injured."
The voice spread from Lingshan to the desert, which seemed very vicissitudes of life.
It's just that the will inside appears very firm.
There were originally only two saints in Buddhism. If one was beheaded by Ye Changting at this moment, Buddhism would be more difficult after that.
The white-browed monk did not come there in real body, but was so powerful. If the real body comes, I am afraid it will be a lot more scary.
Ye Changting looked at the projection of the lantern, and the meaning expressed in the words of the old monk was already very clear. That is, Ye Changting, who has been seriously injured now, will definitely not be his opponent. If he wants to keep the old monk, I'm afraid it is impossible.
Ye Changting didn't like to talk, so he just slashed out with a sword, and the sword light fell on the lantern, causing some ripples in the lantern, but it quickly returned to normal.
He did not speak.
He just stopped using his sword and watched the old monk be taken away by the lantern.
Even though he hasn't been in this world for a long time, he knows that the most famous lantern in this world is this one.
Since it was the buddhist leader who made the shot, he can't win in this way, and it seems normal.
Ye Changting watched the lantern disappear, then turned and Yujian left.
After a while, Ye Sheng fell here.
Looking at this messy and barren land, his body disappeared in a flash.

Luoyang City is afraid that it has officially entered the rainy season. These days, the capital of Yanling has light rain every day, but there is rarely a rain that can last a whole day.
Above the court, these days can be regarded as calm and calm. Perhaps it is because that His Royal Highness King of Chu has already been on the sea, and the monks of Yanling Academy have not made any movements these days. Since there is no movement in the Academy, Then it is much simpler to deal with the affairs of the court.
The Emperor Yanling was very talented. Without the intervention of outsiders, the entire Luoyang City was quickly organized. Those important official positions, from the beginning of the officials appointed by him forcibly, have not fluctuated up and down the entire yamen. It only took a very short time.
Seeing that it’s the end of autumn again, the Ministry of Ritual has already started to count this year’s New Year’s Ceremony. There have been special people in the palace to hand over with the Ministry of Ritual. This time, His Majesty did not need to look at the academy’s expressions. A lot of the noise in the entire palace at this time of year dissipated.
Boss Chen’s fish stall is closed.
The big boss of the fish market finally ushered in his second son in the autumn, which made the atmosphere in the Chen Mansion much better. With this son, Boss Chen stopped thinking about it. The weird little guy before, may be aware of that person's weirdness. Boss Chen has already given up the idea of ​​looking for him, just thinking about raising this son well.
Therefore, this autumn rain, for Boss Chen, even if he can remember those old things, most of them are nostalgia and no other emotions.
It's not even sad.
In that alley, Wang Yanqing is playing chess with Gu Shiyan again. These two top players in Yanling, I don’t know how many games have been played in Luoyang City. Gu Shiyan’s chess power has increased. A lot, now that Wang Yanqing wants to beat him again, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort.
However, this big national player actually has not much time to come to this alley these days. There are many important positions in the court to exchange blood. Emperor Yanling wants to put a few of his confidants. Gu Shiyan this national player has always been just A vacant position, he was only praised for his chess power in Luoyang City before, but this time, he actually held a position of power in the six departments. At first, there were still a lot of important ministers in the court waiting to see his jokes. They want to come, a good guy who can't play chess, how can he have the ability to govern the country, but after a few months, Gu Shiyan has not shown the slightest timidity, and even is quite familiar with those political affairs, which made the court officials admire them. At the same time, naturally there is less leisure time.
Putting a chess piece on the chessboard, Gu Shiyan rubbed his eyes, then smiled and asked: "Mr. Yan Qing is also a great talent, why would he still be willing to be aggrieved in the Xing Department?"
Wang Yanqing was enshrined by the Criminal Ministry and a person whom the Emperor Yanling trusted extremely. These days, he had refused several requests from Emperor Yanling to let him go to the court to hold important positions.
Wang Yanqing smiled and said, "I, a blind man, can't see if it rains. How can I see the general trend of Yanling?"
Hearing this, Gu Shiyan didn’t care. He put down a white son and said:
Mr. Yanqing, if you can’t see clearly, few people above the court can see clearly. Mr. Yanqing has read it. Wanjuanshu, is this ruling the country really unclear or unwilling to understand?"
Wang Yanqing smiled slightly, and said nothing, what is it, whether he doesn’t understand or doesn’t want to understand, it’s all someone else said, and he
Irrelevant.
"I have a bad temper. If I really become an official, I might have to mention a few young people out of the box. When the time comes, my Majesty will not be in compliance with the rules, and it will be difficult for your Majesty to deal with it.
After Gu Shiyan watched Wang Yanqing put down the chess piece, he tentatively asked: "Mr. Yanqing is talking about Chen Bingjun?"
Wang Yanqing's eyes widened. Although they looked hollow, they were not scary. "Do you think he should be the future Zaifu talent?"
Gu Shiyan shook his head and said nothing.
When it comes to political affairs, neither of these two people are actually willing. Wang Yanqing is most willing to read more books, while Gu Shiyan is most willing to do more games.
Wang Yanqing put a black piece on the chessboard, and then raised his head and said, "I hope Luoyang City can really take on a new look after these rains."
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In the autumn rain, the new autumn test in Luoyang City is silently underway. This is a separate test held by Emperor Yanling after he stripped off the power of the Academy. It does not test Confucian classics, but only tests the country's governance.
In that examination room, an examinee glanced at the rain outside the window and wrote two words on the examination paper.
"Huang Jin."
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Chao Qingqiu stood under the eaves and watched the rain. He is now almost half an adult. Although his face is still childish, he looks like a teenager, not a child.
The woman was sewing clothes in the room, occasionally raising her head to look at Chao Qingqiu, her eyes were full of gentle expressions, such a day is not a good day for Chao Qingqiu, but for that woman, it is true It's not bad at all, the girl doesn't ask much, as long as she can be with Chao Qingqiu for a lifetime, it is best.
Ye Changting, who was pale, came over from the rain. The sword fairy fought in Xiaoyuan City. He was not lightly injured. Until now, he can't be said to be healed. The spiritual mansion is full of holes. If he were to fight, it would be almost It was really about to leave the world. Mo Shangcao was hung around his waist by Ye Changting. This man in white came to sit down beside Chao Qingqiu, without speaking.
"Li Changgu crossed the boarding tower and became a sea. This was expected, but why Li Fuyao was able to appear in the game, even I did not know."
When Chao Qingqiu said this, he was telling Ye Changting that this matter was not arranged by him.
Ye Changting said weakly, "If it weren't for him, I might have died."
Chao Qingqiu looked at Ye Changting and said in a warm voice: "It is impossible for everything to develop as I want. There will always be some accidents. There is an accident, and I can't help it."
Ye Changting said, "Aren't you countless measures?"
Chao Qingqiu ignored him.
The sword immortal thought for a while, and then said, "Li Fuyao appeared in Xiaoyuan City and turned into a sea for a short time. All this seems a bit wrong, it seems that someone is pushing him away behind him."
Ye Changting was interested, he looked at Chao Qingqiu and asked, "Is there someone more like a than you?"
Chao Qingqiu said indifferently: "I said earlier, I really misunderstood this world."
Ye Changting let out a foul breath. After Chao Qingqiu's sword opened the sky for the last time, afterwards, except for him and the woman, everyone thought that after Chao Qingqiu left the world, this world was really different.
First, that His Royal Highness King of Chu achieved the realm of Canghai, and then a Sword Sovereign appeared in Xiaoyuan City. There was news from Jianshan that Xu Ji’s master, Meng Jindu, had not died yet. He has gone now. Jianshan.
In Xiaoyuan City, Ye Changting even encountered a Buddhist saint who had never stepped into the mountains and rivers. Nowadays, the changes in the world are really not clear.
Although Chao Qingqiu is in Luoyang City, he is actually very aware of recent events in this world.
"In the next hundred years, perhaps even bigger things will happen."
Ye Changting didn't speak, but just waited for the following.
Chao Qingqiu knew what he was thinking, and continued: "Liang also wants to be holy, Su Ye also wants to be holy, as for Lin Hongzhu and his like, they also want to be holy. What do so many saints in the world do?"
"If there is a saint, there will naturally be no saints."
"Although there is a change between the new sage and the old sage, it will not be too fast. During that long hundred years, there were so many cultivators from the Canghai, and there will be something else."
"Except for these people now, what else? Will the saint who has no trace of Confucianism come out? Will there be a monk who has been a monk in the deep mountains and old forests for many years? It is impossible for a scholar to remember that he is a saint when he is not drinking?"
"Of course, it's also possible that within these hundred years, Li Fuyao and the group of young people will suddenly become acquainted with the sword and become the sword fairy of the sea, maybe."
Ye Changting frowned slightly and said nothing.
But soon he still opened his mouth and said: "Can I find the answer within these hundred years?"
Chao Qingqiu looked at him and said, "I don't know who you are looking for. How do I know if there will be an answer in this century."
This sentence was justified by Qingqiu, and Ye Changting had no reason to refute it.
Chao Qingqiu said a lot, and then he remembered one thing, "You should have come to see me earlier."
Speaking of this, Ye Changting grabbed his mind and said calmly: "I'm going to kill someone."
"Who to kill?"
"That monk."
"and then?"
"I met a lantern."
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After beheading the monsters, Li Fuyao left the forest and boarded Jianshan in a sunset glow.
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