Dimensionality Reduction! Two-dimensional!

Thanks to the cc of the late Qing family, Yangyan-level Qifan Chufenghao, Jiugong Sama, Xu Sexuanxiang (tsk tsk tsk), Sanwu Lolicon (don’t you want to drive in the interstitial post? Where is the car?), Moguzuka, Shiwu Big Dior (cough, I don’t eat), Liangyi Saki (yo~), Hitomi~ (sauce), loli py exchanged for (fart!), Four Seasons, Rotation (old... huh, friend) tipping and a monthly pass.

I saw an intermediary post yesterday, which made me quite embarrassed. The sun is indeed unable to form a black hole. I don’t know about it yet—it’s okay, it’s okay, you can imagine that the magical sun is bigger, and this is also possible. !Being so serious, I am a bit flustered as a liberal arts student...

My admiration for Master Su has never changed, just like that for Mr. Ouyang.

"Fixed Storm" is not a bad song about drunken wild sex, I need to emphasize it!

Chapter 46 Chapter 43

The wind moved like water, and the sound of the wind whistled, the whole bamboo forest swayed, and countless bamboo leaves were blown down by the strong wind, each root was like a sharp sword, and the tip of the leaf was killing.

The water moves like clouds, and thousands of raindrops fall from the infinite sky to the world. Every drop of rain is cold and bitter, like countless swords, and swords are like rain.

The clouds moved erratically, and the dark clouds in the sky were stirred by the sword intent, and the color became a little darker. The black clouds pressed down on the city, killing people, and the sword seemed to turn over the clouds.

Between the heaven and the earth, there was only endless sword intent stirring, and in the dense water, Araya Zonglian had to withdraw the hand that was stretched out.

He could indeed kill the two rituals with this blow, but he definitely couldn't withstand this soaring sword. Even if he didn't die, he would end up seriously injured.

A gap opened in the clouds, and a road appeared in the bamboo forest.

A sword, standing upright, rotates rapidly like a top. The strong suction brought by its rotation directly overturns the soil and uproots the green bamboos, just like a tornado appearing on the land. The yin and yang universe.

Huangye Zonglian was neither surprised nor surprised, she just lowered her head slightly as she watched the shocking blow, with a single palm standing upright in front of her chest, her middle finger slightly bent, her tongue rolling with spring thunder: "Neither born nor destroyed, neither Constantly and constantly!"

The tornado shredded everything, and the sky was full of dirt and bamboo leaves, hidden above the sky, and there were even electric snakes dancing wildly. The lightning in the clouds was pierced by this sword, adding another three points to its power!

This wind and thunder sword cuts through the floating clouds at the top and the earth at the bottom. It can be said to be the most powerful and powerful sword in the past 300 years.

But whether it was wind, rain, or thunder, they all stopped in front of this handsome monk.

His monk robe is rolled up, like a wonderful monk looking at the moon on the top of a mountain.

The right hand formed a seal, and the lotus flower seemed to have not yet bloomed. Gently, softly but not against rebellion, he pressed this terrifying sword force in front of his body.

He didn't say a word, but the monk was knocked back a few steps by this blow, and the light of wisdom and purity in his eyes dimmed a lot.

The two ceremonies passed out long ago when the two great gods passed the move. Fortunately, the cumulonimbus clouds above the bamboo forest were blown away, and no rain fell for a while.

She was pale and pale, and the bright red coat had turned dark red from the rain.

Falling into the obsessed two rituals, his brows were tightly frowned.

A voice that seemed familiar made her frown gradually calm down.

Araya Zonglian looked at the sword in front of her, and then raised her eyes to the Taoist priest who was walking slowly and loudly, with a little doubt in her eyes.

"The wind is blowing thousands of miles, and the chaos is raging..."

In the air, the smoke dissipated, it was clear and clear, and the earth suddenly moved.

"...The world is at a loss, and the ancient road is dormant in the end."

The soil layer was turned, and the soil that had not seen the sky all day was turned up. The green bamboos that fell beside them stood proudly again without wind, rooted in the new soil, and swayed gracefully.

"... The clouds and waves are vast, washing away the sky!"

In the mist, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the dark clouds in the sky avoided in all directions in fear, revealing a clean sky with reddish blue.

The white feathers fluttered, the green bamboo hairpin on the seven-star crown was unwavering, and the Dao heart was condensed.

The green gourd around his waist swayed, among Taoist priests, he pretended to be romantic, with a cool face.

Araya Soren recognized who this person was at a glance.

The deepest blessing, the root... the deepest Daoist Daoist, the Taoist master of the sky.

Reverend Liangyi's eyes moved slightly, he glanced at his sister lying unconscious beside him, and then at this Buddhist master with an inexplicable background, he suppressed his anger: "Why did the master come here?"

Looking at him with a pair of Buddha eyes, it was like looking at flowers in a fog, completely lost.

Monk Zong Lian was not angry but happy, and made eleven rites: "My little monk Tiantai Zong Lian, I have met Brother Xu Dao."

Taoist Liangyi's expression remained unchanged: "It turns out to be a master of Tiantai."

He pointed to the girl lying aside: "I just don't know how my sister offended the master, so that the master disregarded the Buddhist rules and wanted to do something like this?"

This sentence choked the monk from asking, so he had to bow his head and respond with the Buddha's name: "My Buddha is merciful!"

The Taoist smiled coldly: "You are like this. If you attack a defenseless and weak girl, this Buddha may not have much mercy at all."

The monk sighed lightly and stopped speaking. The determination in his eyes was as heavy as the five mountains. In this heaviness was the compassion and vicissitudes of the past 200 years.

"Monk, you are talking, don't make me look like the villain."

Pointing to the two rituals: "Why did you want to kill her?"

This thing is indeed inexplicable, and it can even be said to be absurd.

Buddhism governs the mind, if this thief monk does not think that what he is doing is correct, his bodhicitta will collapse long ago, and if he does not need to do it, he will be mentally injured.

The question is, Shiki is just an ordinary Japanese girl, so what does she have to do with him, an eminent monk of the Tiantai Secret Store?

The Taoist was puzzled.

"The little monk is not trying to kill this little benefactor."

Araya Zonglian exhaled: "Brother Dao, do you know Lingmei's identity?"

This is even more strange.

"Isn't she the next head of the Liangyi family? What else is she?"

Taoist Liangyi fluttered his feather coat and waved his sleeves impatiently: "Hurry up and finish!"

The monk is still not in a hurry, and seems to be gentle: "Two forms, Taoist yin and yang, Confucian Taiji, but in my Buddhist school, it is Shariputra, Bodhisattva, and Lingmei's true spirit directly penetrates the root..."

source?

"fart!"

The Taoist's face changed suddenly: "The root of everything is nothing, it is the source of the Tao, it is not self-righteous, it is even more unpredictable than the two ways of heaven and man, since ancient times, except for those seniors who have transcended and left, we have fundamentally Unable to contact, now you tell me that my sister's true spirit is the root?"

At the end, he laughed out of anger: "When a monk tells a lie, his tongue will be pulled out. Let me ask you, what exactly do you want to do to my sister?"

The monk is very honest now: "The poor monk wants Lingmei to go back to where she came from!"

"Where?"

"source!"

"Hiss—spraying dung all over his mouth!"

The Taoist gasped, seeing this guy's handsome face as handsome as his own, he was angry from the heart, hated to the side of the gall, stretched out his hand, and the Zhuxian sword stuck on the ground suddenly struck.

It's definitely not because I'm jealous of someone's appearance...

"It's justifiable for you to fucking kill...Master Dao, I have to kill you today!"

With the sword raised, the sleeve robe fluttered again and again.

The small green gourd looms among the flying feathers.

There was a little fear in the monk's eyes.

He is not afraid of Taoist swordsmanship, but he is a little worried, especially the endless variety of magical weapons of this Taoist master of the sky.

Some are imitations, while others are genuine Taoist artifacts. Let alone a bodhisattva who has not yet consummated, even a Buddha who has passed away for countless years would not dare to ignore it.

After all, Taishang Daozu is the first person in this world to escape from the root.

This sword is not very powerful, in terms of momentum, it is far inferior to the Fenglei sword just now.

But his Buddha eyes were full of vigilance.

At the same time that Master Liang Yi stabbed out with his sword, the green bamboo hairpin on the crown suddenly shattered.

Hey hey, it turns out that the sword spirit is about to appear, it feels so fast.

Thunderbolt... Well, Thunderbolt is good.

Chapter 47 Chapter 44 These dishes are all delicious, especially the bullfrog...

It is dusk now, it should be time for dinner.

Kotomine Kirei is a strict and rigid person.

The work and rest of life are very regular, except for pleasure, there are no other bad habits.

Eating mapo tofu is an essential part of his daily life.

The mapo tofu at Taishan Restaurant is very good, and the chili oil put by the boss is very authentic. Kotomine Kirei is a regular customer here.

"Oh, Father, is it still the old rule?"

The big black and round boss Luo was cleaning the counter with a feather duster. When he saw him coming in, he greeted lazily: "Tofu today's tofu has gone bad. You know that even if you put this kind of tofu in the refrigerator, it will last for an afternoon. Time will also turn rancid - or mapo tofu? Do you want to try other dishes?"

The cross on the priest's chest was shining with silver light. He felt that what the fat man said made sense, and he was a little interested: "Any new dishes?"

"Have!"

Boss Luo waved the feather duster in his hand, opened his mouth ramblingly and began to introduce.

"Look at this, dry fried duck, let me tell you, this dish is an old Chinese tradition, the ginger is grown at home, the watercress is airlifted from Pixian County, of course, the most important thing is the duck, you are also here If you want to eat, Lao Luo, I will personally operate the knife and kill the living..."

Kotomine Kirei didn't know when there would be an extra Pi County in Japan, so he just said a few words: "What... fried duck?"

Boss Luo pointed to the name of another dish on the menu: "Look, there's peeing beef balls. Old Luo, I specially hired a chef named Zhou..."

The priest frowned suddenly: "Pee...? Sounds pretty good..."

His eyes moved down and stopped on an English name: "fucka bullfrog?"

Even if he pursued pleasure all his life, he couldn't help but gasp: "My God..."

Lao Luo came over to take a look, and curled his lips disapprovingly: "Hey! It's just a menu, what Huahua wants to say is in a foreign language. It's called a dry pot bullfrog. It's so simple. Father Yanfeng, what does this foreign language mean?"