Chapter 703: The world is different, the scenery is good

The heavy rain in Juyu City has not yet fallen to the world, but a young swordsman has already arrived at the city gate. The man has a sword hanging from his waist. After staying at the city gate for a while, he dashes into a tea shed. After a bowl of tea, he began to drink it himself.
The young man came all the way, looking a little tired, but his eyes were still radiant. After he sat for a while, another man came from a distance, also with a sword hanging from his waist, but his age was compared to this young man. , To be much bigger.
The young man stood up and bowed to the man with a fist. After the man replied, he didn't talk nonsense, and he said: "Mr. Chao has already killed the Yunhuguan Fuyun real person. At this moment, he is heading to the north gate, saying that it is this city. I have to keep the door for three hours. I have lived for hundreds of years. It’s not long or short. Even if you die here today, it’s not a big deal, but you are still young and have a good future. Come too?"
The young man is no one else, it is Jianshan Yanle. This is regarded as the most amazing young swordsman in the world except Wu Shanhe and Li Fuyao. This trip to Buddhism is really unexpected.
When Yanle heard this, she just smiled and didn't care at all, and said casually: "If the master is not going to sit in Jianshan, I am afraid that he will also come in person. This time it is a major event. Mr. Chao is taking the lead. The teacher is also very relieved, even if it is not done in the end, it is not an unacceptable result, as long as you can go back safely."
The old swordsman laughed loudly, "I didn't even think about going back when I came. The head teacher is so old that he has already reached the Spring and Autumn Period. It won't be long before he can become the climbing stage. The sword mountain is in the hands of the head teacher. In fact, we are very relieved , This time Mr. Chao is invited to do something, we will naturally come."
Yan Le smiled, did not say much, just remembered that at the moment on Jianshan Mountain, even if Wu Shanhe had broken through to become a Spring and Autumn Swordsman, in fact, some people were not convinced. They trusted the mountain climbing swordsman more. Especially Zhao Fengchen who had a brilliant record in Whitefish Town that year.
It is not a day's work for Wu Shanhe to truly worship Jianshan up and down, at least it will have a long way to go.
The old swordsman was sitting awkwardly, not knowing what he was thinking of. Anyway, his eyes kept looking at a certain place. After half an hour, he came back to his senses and said, "Here."
After a quarter of an hour, there really were two people at the city gate. The two Spring and Autumn monks, both dressed as scholars, looked like they should be monks under Confucianism. As for whether it was a Confucian monk, they actually had to say two more.
Yan Le stood up, his sword spirit had already reached the peak, but in fact it was the old swordsman who took the lead.
Leave an old man on the street.
Yan Le raised his eyes to look at the city gate, and then he was silently imposing. With a sword swung out, the street was cut into a long ravine by him. After a while, no matter who looked at it, it would feel terrifying.
Yanle raised his sword and joined the battlefield without saying a word from beginning to end.
This is just one battlefield.
At this moment Xu Li opened the door of a small courtyard.
There were flowers, trees, and some in the small courtyard. Xu Li stood under the eaves behind the door, looking at the scholar standing with his hands.
The two faced each other without saying anything.
After a brief silence, the scholar said with emotion: "The Taoist and Confucian sides in this place have planned for a hundred years. It is really funny that you have to enter the game like this. This behavior is not a thief, and what is it?"
Xu Li is a rough person. In this life, apart from practicing swordsmanship, he has never read books or studied anything else. So for what the scholar said, he just didn't care at all, and the sword was slowly pushed out from his waist.
Chao Fengchen asked him to come here to kill, then kill, it should be right.
Xu Li didn't know what he thought of, before he took out the sword, he suddenly grinned, "Your reasoning is really sour, and your teeth are sour."
For what the scholar said, there is actually no reason at all. Although Xuegong and Daomen have their own needs, in the end they all have a higher right to speak in Shanhe. If you want to have such a right to speak, naturally you have to suppress the swordsman. In the same vein, since this is the case, it doesn't make sense.
Moreover, the monks on the mountain are not ordinary people, and few make sense. At this time, it is even more so. No one wants to make sense.
So when Xu Li’s sword was unsheathed, the scholar understood that Jian Guang was born in the small courtyard. After a while, the small courtyard collapsed, and countless smoke and dust were born. Xu Li's mind was constrained and he got serious. It's been a long time since I made a sword. This time, I have to be more serious.
The scholar stood in the smoke and dust, looked at this side, and said nothing. In fact, even if he wanted to speak, he didn't know what to say.
Xu Li, the great swordsman who climbed the stairs, only recognized the sword at his waist, nothing else.
This is a battle of life and death.
...
...
The old scholar stood in the yard, looked at the sky, then thought for a while, and said, "It's going to rain soon, neither of you will hide."
It's raining, how to hide.
This sentence was addressed to the withered old man and Ye Feixian. Ye Feixian ignored him, but the withered old man glanced at the sky.
Mr. Sanqiu returned to the old Confucian student from under the eaves and sat down and said, "Old gentleman, I have a question, can the old gentleman know the answer?"
The old scholar stroked his beard and said, "But it's okay to ask."
Mr. Sanqiu asked: "Confucianism and Taoism were arranged here more than a hundred years ago. Although the requirements are temporarily different, the goals are still the same. This one hundred years of layout has taken countless thoughts to achieve today's situation. Swordsman's line, he said he came in?"
The old scholar did not rush to answer, and asked, "Do you know who is the best player in this world?"
Mr. Sanqiu was startled, then he thought of a person's name and whispered: "Yanling national player, Gu Shiyan."
The old Confucian shook his head and said: "Their chessboard is just black and white. It is a game of gain or loss. But those individuals who really know how to play chess use the world as the chessboard, and the player is fighting for the world."
"That was an unprecedented chess game. The chess game was naturally set against Qingqiu. This person is sitting on one side. No matter who is on the opposite side, who wants to sit down, he is destined to fight with him."
The old scholar said with a smile: "At this moment, who do you think is qualified to be the opposite of Chao Qingqiu?"
Such a statement is actually shocking, and Mr. Sanqiu said in amazement: "Could it be Ye Sheng and Master Zhou?!"
"Small."
The old Confucian sneered: "Chao Qingqiu's big game is naturally facing everyone except the swordsman."
Chao Qingqiu, who is the strongest person in the whole world, is not small.
The old Confucian said: "What the is this big chess game? It doesn't make sense to tell you now. I only talk about a few things and figure it out for myself. The first thing is that Chao Qingqiu opens the sky with the sword in Qingtian City. One thing is that Zhao Qingqiu knows that he is leaving the world, and the last one is to slay several people in Luoyang City."
These three things, no matter what they are, are very powerful, but not many people think that they are just Zhao Qingqiu's moves. The results achieved by these few moves have already made people troublesome. Before the resumption.
"Besides, Chao Qing Qiu Luo Zi is going to be scattered elsewhere. You say that this is a plot that Confucianism and Taoism started planning more than a hundred years ago. How could it not be that he was more than a hundred years ago. He has already left a son, and is going to end today?"
When the old Confucian student said this, he smashed his mouth and said with some regret: "If such a person is a Confucian monk or a Taoist monk, I am afraid that the human situation is now more complicated, but he has become a swordsman. It's a pity that it took so much effort to make the situation the way it is now."
"But even so, it's enough."
Mr. Sanqiu's face was already pale, and the old Confucian said in a few words, he involved things above the clouds. He was a Chunqiu monk, and he wanted to manage things above the clouds, but he was powerless, but these words were enough to stir people's minds. Up.
The old Confucian sneered: "Although it is said that Chao Qingqiu is behind in this game, there is a secret, but it is useless without the old monk that Lingshan said to help him."
Having said this, the old Confucian sighed, "But the old monk said he was helping him, but in fact he was still helping himself, the leader of Buddhism, in charge of Lingshan, and the lantern. If it is not necessary to let him go, who Would you really let go?"
Mr. Sanqiu asked with trembling lips: "As the old gentleman saw, after the foundations in Juyu City were broken, what else?"
Confucianism and Daomen have been planning for so many years, it must be more than just Juyu City.
The old scholar sneered: "You idiot, as long as Juyu City is exposed, it is equivalent to these nasty things being opened up. No one is a fool. I wonder if there will be other places after this?"
"As long as this is over, the real big things will happen."
The real major events that the old Confucian scholars said could not be anything other than the cloud.
There is no doubt that there will be saints on the clouds.
Mr. Sanqiu looked pale and stopped talking.
The old Confucian picked up the wine bowl that he had drunk clean before, and poured his head up again. After there was really no wine, he smiled and said: "It's still Chao Qingqiu. Although he leaves the world, there are countless others. If the swordsman line is still unable to get up, it will really waste this guy's painstaking effort."
In the words, the old scholars actually admired Chao Qingqiu, even though Chao Qingqiu had left the world, he still did.
The old Confucian sighed, "If you are still alive, then that is the most interesting thing in the world."

The wind in the North Sea was strong, and a young man went out on a boat with a woman on board.
The boat was bought, and the woman willingly followed him.
Sitting on the deck, the young man in a white robe was still willing to hold a green bamboo fishing rod and looked at the floating head on the sea, but was completely out of his mind whether he could catch a fish.
The woman boiled a pot of white porridge in the cabin, the aroma was overflowing.
It's just that her attention is all on that white robe boy.
It may have been holding back for half an hour, and the woman can't hold it anymore. This is what she said with a smile: "Where do you seem to be fishing?"
The white-robed boy didn't turn his head, he just came back to his senses, looked at the fishing rod in his hand, and smiled: "It's not difficult to fish, it's difficult to catch a big fish."
This is the North Sea, with the largest fish in the world, Kun.
Many years ago, when he was still an invincible person in this world, he killed a great demon who had made great achievements here, and that great demon was a fish.
The white-robed boy looked at the sea, remembering the old thing back then, and said: "If you were in Beihai back then and saw that fish, you would be scared to speak."
The woman smiled gracefully, "I have heard everything, Mr. Chao, you are already invincible in the world at that time, and all the saints are here to watch you kill the big demon."
This white robe boy is Chao Qingqiu.
Chao Qingqiu shook his head and said: "Whether they come to force me to kill, I will definitely have a sword that day, but
Whose head that sword fell on, I’m not sure, but in the end, it can only fall on Bei Ming. I have killed many seas, but it was only a shame for him. "
Chao Qingqiu is rare.
The woman whispered: "Mr. Chao has always said to be comfortable, is it considered comfortable now?"
Chao Qingqiu shook his head and said, "It's really difficult to be at ease, at least now. If that little guy can walk faster, other little guys will catch up, and then we will do something big. , Then it’s really comfortable."
The woman could hear that the little guy in that language should be Li Fuyao, but she couldn't hear anything else.
She wanted to say something else, but Chao Qingqiu made a gesture to her, then flicked the fishing rod at will, and he pulled a big fish about one person into the boat.
After Da Yu got on the boat, Chao Qingqiu said, "Say something else."
"I used to do something in Buddhism. I originally did it casually. But whoever wants it, it will become a different way as soon as it ferments. Now many people may be scolding me."
Having said that, Chao Qingqiu couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Many people are scolding him.
That must be Zhao Shengzhi and his like.
The woman did not speak, but her eyes were gentle.
"But that old monk would definitely thank me. If it weren't for me, he, the Lord of Spirit Mountain, would have done it well."
Although Chao Qingqiu has become like this, in his words, this is still a major matter in the world, but it is not the ordinary Canghai monk who can have his structure.
The woman glanced at the big fish, thinking that Chao Qingqiu had recovered many realms just a few steps outside Luoyang City before.
Chao Qingqiu threw the fishing rod on the deck at will, smiled and asked, "Do you want to see that big fish?"
"Huh?" The woman was confused, not knowing what Chao Qingqiu was talking about.
Chao Qingqiu laughed, and a sword swept out of the cabin and entered the bottom of the North Sea. Half an hour later, a big fish appeared on the sea in the distance.
There is a saying in ancient books, "There are fishes in the North Ming, their name is Kun, Kun is so big, I don't know how many kilometers away!"
This is a kun.
The woman opened her mouth wide, and she was speechless. This is a kun. Is it so big?
And Chao Qingqiu's gentle expression for the first time.

Lingshan is the highest mountain in Buddhism, so you can see it from the top of the mountain. There is a Buddhist scripture building on the top of the mountain, which is similar to the Dengtian building on Shenxie Mountain. There are many scriptures inside.
At this moment, Chanzi is standing in the Buddhist scriptures building. He is a Buddhism Zenzi. He can even listen to the saint's lectures. It is actually easy to stand in the Buddhist scriptures building and read the scriptures.
It's just that this time when going upstairs to read on weekdays is different, he is accompanied by others.
That person was called Hui Chou, the master of this Lingshan, the master of Buddhism, and the most profound person in the world.
Standing behind Hui Chou, Chanzi looked calm, not flustered or excited.
Monk Hui Chou opened a scripture casually and said, "Guanlou, do you know what is happening under the mountain now?"
Chanzi folded his hands together and responded softly, "I don't know about the building."
Monk Hui Chou also didn't sell Guanzi, and said straightforwardly: "At this moment, many people are killing people down the mountain, and the sound of killing has already reached my ears."
Zen Zi praised it lightly, "Master's Buddhism is profound and I don't know when Guanlou will be here."
The monk Hui Chou smiled and said: "Your qualifications are not much worse than that of the Taoist species. She is now in the Spring and Autumn Period. You are older than her. Although you are in the Spring and Autumn Period, you should still lose to her. The fight, if there is a real fight between you and her, it can only be placed in the ocean."
Chanzi smiled and said nothing. This was good. He wanted to compete with Ye Shengge. He really had to be in the realm of the sea.
Monk Hui continued: "I asked you to go to Wushan to participate in Zen before. After you came back, I never said anything and I never asked. But today I have to ask you, what have you penetrated?"
Zenzi said calmly: "The disciple is tempted."
Monk Hui Chou asked: "Is it a matter of men and women?"
Zenzi nodded calmly.
"Who is that woman?"
"Gu Yuan, the seed of Xuegong reading."
Monk Hui Chou turned around and looked at the disciple who was placed high in the hope of the Buddha, and then suddenly smiled, "I think of a story, and I will listen to you."
Zenzi didn't speak, but listened quietly.
"Before the Buddha's disciple, Ananda, saw a young the road, and since then he loved it. The Buddha asked Ananda: How do you like this woman? Ananda said: I would like to be like a stone bridge and be blown by the wind for 500 years. Years in the sun and rain for five hundred years, I only asked her to pass by the bridge. Buddha: Ananda, it just passed. At this moment, you have turned into a stone bridge, destined to live only with the wind and rain. You understand all of this. , Still only willing to suffer the suffering of good fortune for that encounter. Ananda, how much do you like the woman passing by the bridge that makes you abandon your life and suffer the suffering of love?"
Monk Hui Chou said, "Do you know how Ananda does it?"
The question that the Buddha asked Ananda was recorded in the Buddhist scriptures, but it did not say how the high monk Ananda finally responded.
Zenzi didn't answer what Ananda did, but instead said, "Master, if you change to be a disciple, you have to do a stone bridge if you want to, and if there is an afterlife, then see if there is a mistake."
The monk Hui Chou sighed, "Actually, Ananda is smarter than you. He only accompanied the girl for a lifetime. After the girl died, he returned to Lingshan."