I have a role in the heavens

Liu Yiqing's loneliness in his hometown private school in the past years, the cold eyes he received after coming to Jiange, his thoughts and feelings while sitting quietly in front of the academy for three months, including the mocking and contemptuous looks of the Tang Dynasty people, and the comments that made him angry but concealed them. The sound and the deepest pride in his heart were all melted into this sword.

Such a simple sword has devoted Liu Yiqing's lifelong cultivation. The air in front of the sword suddenly collapsed, avoiding the surroundings, and an absolute vacuum appeared.

A few green leaves fluttering in the air could not fall to the clean and dust-free green brick ground, so they turned into powder. The vitality of heaven and earth outside the side door of the academy vibrated violently, condensing and pouring into the sword in his hand, and then seeping out from the edge of the sword, forming a faint wind and thunder, whistling.

In an instant, Liu Yiqing flew across the distance between the two of them, and with the wind and thunder at his sword tip, he blasted directly towards Ning Que's face.

This simple sword is actually not simple. It has the fullest and even perfect spiritual will. It carries the forbearance of waiting for a hundred days in spring, and vaguely has Liu Bai's sword intention!

Simple, so powerful, the principles of everything in the world are the same.

The wind and thunder at the tip of Liu Yiqing's sword shocked everyone watching the battle. The screams brewed in the throat and were released, shaking the world.

The wind and thunder rushed towards his face, and there was a strong sword intention hidden in it. Faced with such a dangerous situation and such a terrifying sword, Ning Que closed his eyes and slashed in front of him with the sword.

Ning Que's slashing action with the sword was very simple, simpler and more primitive than Liu Yiqing's sword thrust, because the knife itself was simpler and more primitive than the sword.

Ning Que felt the heavy weight coming from the handle of the knife, and the subtle touch of the air reverberating through the blade. A familiar feeling awakened, just like chopping firewood, so skillful that it felt natural.

Ning Que slashed out with his sword and moved forward naturally. With a flick of his wrist, the majestic awe-inspiring energy in his body poured into the blade crazily along the handle of the knife. Even if it was a precious sword, if so much awe-inspiring energy was suddenly injected into it, it would be destroyed in an instant. It disintegrated into countless metal fragments. The slender blade in Ning Que's hand trembled at a terrifying speed that could not be seen with the naked eye, as if it might break at any time, and he endured everything silently.

A majestic aura of heaven and earth was flying around the simple sword in Ning Que's hand. The quantity and purity of this aura of heaven and earth were even more terrifying than the vitality of heaven and earth absorbed by Liu Yiqing's Feng Lei sword!

The green leaves in the air that had been crushed into powder by Liu Yiqing's sword turned invisible when touched by the wind of the sword; a wild flower peeking out from a crack in the stone steps in the distance disappeared in an instant.

Ning Que's sword and Liu Yiqing's sword finally met. The sword was so majestic that the wind and thunder on the tip of Liu Yiqing's sword kept shaking and shaking, as if it was like a candle in the strong wind that might be extinguished at any time.

The simple sword in Ning Que's hand suddenly became brighter, and countless golden rays of light shot out from the dark sword body, like a sun jumping out of the sea of ​​clouds, or like burning clouds in the twilight.

The golden light ejected from the blade was bundled into a ball by Ning Que's telepathy. Instead of spreading around, it turned into a flame and hit Liu Yiqing's face directly.

Cheng Lixue's hands holding the window lattice suddenly tightened, she stood up in the car, looked at the side door of the academy in shock, and shouted in disbelief.

"Magic!"

This is Ke Haoran's self-created Haoran Qi, which can be transformed into Haotian's divine brilliance, and he can use divine magic to offend Haotian's majesty and step into the restricted area between heaven and earth.

Thousands of rays of light from Ning Que's sword hit Liu Yiqing's face like flowing fire. Those pure Haotian divine radiances reflected in Liu Yiqing's eyes, and then pierced into his sea of ​​consciousness, causing him to feel a sharp pain.

Liu Yiqing's eyes felt severe pain, all the light disappeared instantly, and the world became dark. Even if his sword intention was firm, his mind could not help but fade away, and his sword power suddenly became chaotic.

The simple sword in Ning Que's hand struck Liu Yiqing's sword with such force that the wind and thunder on the sword tip immediately dissipated and turned into ashes.

The burning sword continued to cut, and the sword in Liu Yiqing's hand turned into countless fragments. The Haotian divine light on the sword suddenly exploded, turning into a terrifying aura of heaven and earth, and hit Liu Yiqing's body from the air!

In this awe-inspiring aura of heaven and earth, Liu Yiqing's body was like a sandbag in a hurricane. He flew up diagonally lightly and landed heavily on the hard ground. He rolled over more than a dozen times in a row until he hit the ground. He stopped at a peach tree at the foot of the hillside and heard a clicking sound. He didn't know whether the peach tree was broken or his bones were broken.

Liu Yiqing held the peach tree with his trembling right hand and stood up with difficulty. At this time, his clothes were torn, and his body was bleeding and stained with dust. It was terrible to see. The peach blossoms that had been blooming for some time fell like rain and sprinkled on his body. , three points thicker than the color of blood.

The most horrifying thing is that Liu Yiqing's eyes looked intact, even with the cold sword intent from the beginning. However, the blank look on his face as he looked around made it clear that he could no longer see anything.

After a while, Liu Yiqing finally woke up from his hazy mental state, began to be frightened and crazy. He stared at the sky with dull eyes, holding the remaining hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, waving wildly at the surroundings, roaring at the top of his lungs.

"How do you know how to use magic?! Who taught you magic?!"

Liu Yiqing let out a scream that was louder than ever before and kept echoing.

Practitioners from various sects were shocked and speechless. In their opinion, there was no reason for Ning Que to win today's battle. No one expected that this battle would start so simply and end so violently.

Liu Yiqing stood under the peach tree, staring at the sky with dull eyes, holding the hilt of the sword and stabbing everywhere like a madman, roaring sternly.

"I'm not willing to give in! Ning Que, where are you! Come and fight me again!"

After winning the first battle, Ning Que smiled, put the sword into its scabbard, ignored the loser's barking, and turned around to enter the back hill of the academy.

Liu Yiqing, the younger brother of the Sword Master of the Southern Jin Dynasty, and Ning Que, the Thirteenth Master of the Academy, were preparing for a battle in March. This ended. The onlookers gradually dispersed with unfinished expressions on their faces. This battle was just a stab by Liu Yiqing. , and then Ning Que slashed with a knife, and it was over.

The autumn wind enters the city tower, and Chang'an knows no worries.

Autumn grains from various counties are being transported to the capital one after another. This year's harvest is excellent. The harvest has not only smoothed out the wrinkles on the faces of farmers in the countryside, but also put many smiles on the faces of people in the city. The leaves of ginkgo trees are dark yellow, and since The branches fell, blown by the autumn wind, covering the long street, not looking solemn, but just feeling beautiful.

As usual in other seasons, as the autumn grain arrived in Chang'an City, there were also many tourists from other counties and even foreign countries. Among them was a man wearing a light white shirt. There was a little dust on the man's plain shirt, and he looked a little hurried. He carried a long sword on his back, but his expression was calm and gentle. Few people could see the pride and indifference hidden in the deepest part of his eyebrows.

The man was walking on the crowded streets of Chang'an. He could see the crowds of people in front of him, but all he could see was the ancient towers of Chang'an City that had gone through thousands of years of wind and frost, but no people there.

In the bustling and prosperous city of Chang'an, the most powerful city in the world, this man in a pale white shirt can't feel the bustling and bustling at all. Although he is in the prosperous world, his mind is beyond the world, pure and extraordinary, and his mood is, The spirit is no longer in this world.

Over the years, the man has been either in the mortal world or outside the mortal world, but it is still his body, and his Taoist heart has been wandering in the world, so there is no prosperity or even people in his eyes.

Several urchins held up crystal candied haws and ran past the man in a slapstick manner. One of them, a crying little girl, almost wiped the snot from her face on him. He just looked on calmly. He glanced at the little girl's back and shook his head slowly.

The man walked towards the North City accompanied by the fallen leaves in the autumn wind. There was the Imperial City and the Haotian South Gate Headquarters there. The two were very close, but I didn’t know which one the man’s purpose was, which was worrying. After all, this man was not For ordinary people, if he entered the imperial city, he could threaten the safety of His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, so some people were alarmed and stood on the street early, waiting for his arrival.

Li Qingshan, the Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty, the leader of the Haotian South Gate and a talisman master in the realm of knowing destiny, looked at the man quietly and saluted calmly.

"I've met Mr. Ye Su!"

This man is Ye Su, the leader of the Haotian Dao Sect. More than ten years ago, Zong Tang, the descendant of He Mo, and Master Qi Nian, the descendant of Xuankong Temple, discovered the arrival of the son of Hades at the same time. Facing that line, they did not dare to cross a step. Even extremely fearful.

Ye Su looked calm and was not surprised by Li Qingshan's appearance. This was all within his expectation. If he entered Chang'an City, Li Qingshan, the leader of the Haotian South Sect, and the Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty had not discovered it yet, then the emperor would He had been assassinated countless times, so he opened his mouth to return the favor.

"I've met Mr. Li."

Ye Su's name for Li Qingshan was very interesting. He did not call him a national master or a great priest, but called him a real person. This is a title with a very Taoist meaning.

Historically, the master of the South Gate Temple of Haotian Dao often served as the Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty. His status in the Xiling Temple was comparable to that of the three great priests on Taoshan Mountain, and he was extremely respected.

Although Ye Su is nameless and unknown in the temple, as a leader of Zhi Shou Guan, his status in the Haotian Dao Sect is also extremely special, and he is qualified enough to get along with the three great priests of Xiling on an equal footing.

When Li Qingshan was awarded the title of Great Priest, he once went to Zhishou Temple. That simple, even somewhat crude Taoist temple was the real spirit of Haotian Taoism, so he faced the Zhishou Temple in front of him. While walking, he was inevitably a little wary.

This man with a sword in a simple bun is not an ordinary person, but the legendary Ye Su, the true strongest among the younger generation of the Haotian Dao Sect. His level of strength is not below that of the three gods in the temple. There are even vague rumors that this is the case. The true realm of human beings has already faintly stood on Liu Bai's line.

As the Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty, Li Qingshan had already reached the highest peak of the Haotian Dao Sect in the world. Ye Su's identity and strength did not shock him. What really shocked and worried him was that it was rumored that Ye Su would never set foot there. Hongchen, why did you come to Chang'an City and show up in front of the world?

Fortunately, after Ye Su entered Chang'an City, he immediately came to the south gate to see each other. Through this, Li Qingshan felt the other party's wishes and felt a little more relaxed.

"I heard that the Tang State's management of practitioners is very strict. When outside practitioners enter Chang'an City, they have to register at Tianshu Office. I don't want to deal with those lay people, and I would like to ask the real person to help me handle it."

Ye Su's words made Li Qingshan feel shocked. There is indeed a provision in the Tang Code. Outside practitioners entering Chang'an City must register at Tianshu Office, otherwise they will be regarded as enemies by the Tang Dynasty court. However, no matter how strict the regulations are, they still have to be seen. Who is the target, and how can it influence someone like Ye Su?

Although Li Qingshan didn't understand why Ye Su was so obedient, he didn't refuse, with a faint smile on his face and said happily.

"Happy to oblige!"

Small matters such as registering at Tianshu Office were naturally handled by Taoists from Nanmen Temple. Li Qingshan invited Ye Su to the temple to drink tea, hoping to find out the purpose of his visit.

Ye Su did not accept the invitation. He came to Chang'an City because he got a piece of news, a shocking news. The temple master was injured, very seriously. He hid in the depths of the South China Sea and did not dare to show his face, and injured the temple master's body. That person was in Chang'an City, so he came. He wanted to see what kind of person he was, who could force the temple master, whom he regarded as a god, into such an embarrassing situation.

"I just came to Chang'an City for a tour. I don't want to disturb too many people or cause any misunderstandings. I will wander around casually in the next few days."

After saying this, Ye Su turned and left Nanmen Temple and walked towards Suzaku Avenue. On the long street in autumn, Ye Su's figure becomes increasingly faint, as if he is about to blend into the autumn leaves.

Li Qingshan looked at that place and frowned slightly, not knowing what he was thinking. This man comes from a place of no return and is a member of the Haotian Taoist sect.

Although Ye Su said that he wanted to alarm too many people, such a terrifying figure wandering around Chang'an City was destined to alarm too many people. From today onwards, peace in Chang'an City is rare.

Ye Su left the Nanmen Temple and walked onto the Suzaku Avenue. Following the direction of the fallen leaves, he walked southward. Soon he came to the famous Suzaku stone statue.

Ye Su looked at the vivid Suzaku portrait on the ground and felt the aura hidden in it. He remained silent for a long time. Even though he was as advanced as he was, he couldn't help but admire the construction of Chang'an City thousands of years ago and how he turned this majestic city into a stunning city. The senior in the divine formation.

Ye Su continued to walk, just as he said to Li Qingshan, walking without any purpose, walking completely according to his heart, following the cries of the cries, walking through the streets and alleys, watching the kites walking casually, feeling a little thirsty after walking, I borrowed a ladle of water from the well at the entrance of the alley and never stopped.

In a very quiet street, he saw a simple Taoist temple. At the door of the Taoist temple, a Taoist priest was preaching the Xiling Scripture to the people. More than a dozen neighbors moved small benches and sat there to listen attentively. From time to time, someone raised their hands and asked about the scriptures. of confusion.

Ye Su stood outside the crowd and listened quietly to the teachings. He found that the teachings were different from those he heard in other places. Especially the people who listened to the lectures asked questions or even questioned from time to time, which made him feel very uncomfortable. Accommodation, even disgust and irritation.

A middle-aged man noticed Ye Su standing behind him. He looked a little unfamiliar and thought he was a tourist from another county. He stood up enthusiastically and asked him to sit down and listen.

Ye Su was not used to the enthusiasm that Chang'an people seemed to have naturally. After a slight start, he shook his head and refused. He looked at the Taoist priest on the stone steps with an expressionless face, and his face became very ugly when he saw him being submissive in front of the people's questions. .

For Ye Su, Haotian Dao Sect is his home. Haotian Dao Sect is supreme and its teachings are unquestionable. Taoist priests of Haotian Dao Sect should enjoy honor and respect and bathe in the glory of Haotian. He has never seen any believers How dare you ask questions to Taoist preachers? It is even more unimaginable that believers dare to doubt the records in the scriptures.

Haotian believers should absolutely believe in the scriptures and should not doubt. No matter whether the doubts are justified or not, as long as they start to doubt, it is blasphemy. This is Ye Su's view.

"What do you think?"

The speaker is a scholar wearing a Confucian shirt. The scholar has handsome features and is spotless. Although he is in the bustling city of Chang'an, he is far away from the secular world and is refined. He is not like a scholar, but more like a Taoist priest, extraordinary. The refined Taoist priest held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand. On the umbrella was painted a red plum. The branches were rugged, vigorous and winding. The red plum was gorgeous, proud of the snow and frost. Just seeing this kind of red plum, Ye Su felt... A wave of unyielding aura came towards him, making him couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

Ye Su looked at the scholar and was silent for a long time. He opened his mouth and spoke in a very low voice, seemingly with a hint of surrender.

"This is Chang'an City, my opinion has no meaning, your and Master's opinions are important."

This scholar is naturally the academy teacher Zhao Wuhao. The moment Ye Su stepped into Chang'an City, he had a feeling and knew that this person came for him. It just so happened that she also wanted to see this Zhi Shou Guan walking around the world. Look at the difference between his walking and that of the man in the academy.

Now that I see it, it is really different. This Zhi Shou Guan walks with pride and concealment. His heart is beyond the world, his realm is profound, and his faith can be called a hero. He is worthy of being the strongest among the younger generation of the Taoist sect. Although he has never stepped out of the five steps of cultivation. Realm, but not weaker than some existences above the Five Realms.

As for Ning Que, who walks in the academy, he is cautious, sinister and shameless, has no moral integrity, adapts to the wind, is cunning and greedy, his cultivation level is only at the cave-mysterious realm, has no faith, is greedy for life and is afraid of death, he can be said to be a villain.

It can be said that there is no comparison between the two. Ye Su is far better than Ning Que. The gap between the two is like a chasm. But for some reason, Zhao Wuhao still likes Ning Que. For no other reason, who can let him? Ning Que is from the academy and his former student! Zhao Wuhao was so principled in helping relatives but not in dealing with affairs. No matter how outstanding Ye Su was, in Zhao Wuhao's eyes, he could not compare to Ning Que's little finger.

Although Ning Que often did some embarrassing things and wanted to break off the relationship with him immediately and pretend that he never knew him, Zhao Wuhao was still partial.

Zhao Wuhao had a faint smile on his lips. He didn't make any movements, but it made Ye Su extremely nervous. The muscles in his body were tense, his thoughts were concentrated, and his spirit was exhausted. He felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. Zhao Wuhao felt funny and said lightly. .

"Don't be nervous, you are different from the Guanzhu, I will not bully the small!"

This sounds like there is nothing wrong with Ye Su, but to outsiders, it is extremely surprising. Ye Su is obviously much older than Zhao Wuhao, but in Zhao Wuhao's words, he has become a junior.