Poor Monk

Liuhe Shenjue is the most vicious art in the Jianghu in the past ten years. The reason is not that it has a great reputation in the past, but that Shen Du, who has practiced it in the past ten years, has left a terrifying scar in the Jianghu. Fame, and even the exercises have become daunting.

This time, he even got a new sword.

The news about the Eight Formation Diagram has spread out, and everyone knows that Shen Du and Xuan Hesheng gambled, broke through the most powerful killing formation in the legend, and obtained this sword.

Today, I finally want to try the Frost Blade!

Compared with the Chuihong Sword, which was only considered a sharp weapon in the past, the Xuelu Sword, which is a magical weapon forged by Li Yan, the swordsmith master of Jianlu, is obviously sharper and more eye-catching!

The brilliance of the sword is so dazzling that it cannot be gazed upon!

It's just such an ordinary backhand sword, it seems to be slashed at random, but suddenly there are all kinds of changes under Shen Du's palm!

The blade of the sword turned from clear blue to snow white, so clean that it was fascinating.But when his strong internal force poured into it, it suddenly surged up again, like waves in a raging sea, with only a few snow-white waves remaining at the tip.

The light is cold.

The sword is cold.

Shen Du's brows and eyes were also cold.

At this moment, he was looking at Shanzai, with his figure clearly reflected in his eyes, but there seemed to be no such person in his heart.

There are no fluctuations.

There is only indifference.

"Brush!"

Like a waterfall falling from the sky, the bright light dazzled the eyes of the monk pointed at by the long sword, but it didn't make him panic!

The slender right hand instantly had the color of gold and jade.

"when!"

For a split second, he didn't dodge or dodge, he just stretched out his palm to block it!

The sword hit the palm, as if it hit fine iron!

What a tough palm!

What a powerful technique!

Shen Du missed the sword, but was actually pushed back a little by the force of the palm. The estimation of the monk's strength in his heart naturally went up to a higher level.

It's just that he has been in martial arts for many years, and he had already fought against Shanzai in the Thousand Buddha Hall a month ago, so he was not very surprised by his strength.

On the contrary, if the monk couldn't take the blow, he might be surprised.

Right now, I just feel that this monk is a little bit more powerful than I thought.

When he broke into the Thousand Buddha Hall that day and night, he was almost powerless in front of Shanzai. After all, his strength had not yet fully recovered at that time, but Shanzai was in his prime.

But today is different.

Today, his cultivation base has also improved a lot, not to mention that he no longer has the worry of backlash from the Liuhe God Art, so he can let go and fight!

The acquired extreme temperament endowed him with an extraordinarily fierce and fierce fighting style, but his extremely high cultivation level gave him one of the world's most treacherous movements.

A single strike failed, and he took advantage of the momentum to retreat, but the person disappeared.

Before Shanzai could close his palm, he heard an exclamation from the side, and as soon as the pinna moved, he heard the sudden sound from behind!

At some point, Shen Du had already arrived behind him!

Shanzai couldn't see clearly, but all the people standing near the Zhige stele under the mountain gate gasped in unison——

On the tall mountain gate behind him, Shen Du stood with a sword in his hand like a demon from the heavens. He was dressed in a strange purple-black robe, and then he fell down, vicious and ruthless!

"Zheng!"

The sword moves like wind and thunder!

The gale blowing against his face seemed to squeeze the clear blue on the sword towards the hilt in his hand, so the snow-like white seemed to cover the sword completely.

It's just that this whiteness seems to be much inferior to the monk's snow-white robes.

In just two short rounds of fighting, Shen Du has already adopted such a vicious tactic of attacking people from behind, which inevitably makes people feel that he is already full of murderous intentions.

During this time, countless people were sweating for Shanzai.

Only Abbot Yuan Mie, who was at the side, kept watching calmly.

They know Shanzai too well.

He grew up in a Buddhist monastery. Whether it was reading and writing, or martial arts and chanting, he was taught by the masters in the Zen monastery.

So they are also well aware of Shanzai's almost frightening talent.

Abbot Yuan Mie still remembered that that year was a year of famine, and bandits and bandits at the foot of the mountain made rebellion.After several monks went down the mountain, they only heard crying from the cliff.

So I followed it up and found a baby boy.

It should be due to the Buddha's fate, but the baby boy was actually hung on the treetop by half a piece of moon-white monk's robe, but the light blue color of the monk's robe has almost faded after being exposed to wind and rain for a long time.

The monks were merciful and naturally rescued him. After some investigation, they found out that his parents died in the robbery on the mountain road. His mother was frightened in the car and gave birth to him. throw it away.

Unexpectedly, he was caught by the monk's robe on the tree, and his life was spared.

From then on, he was naturally raised in the Zen courtyard. His intelligence and understanding are so high, it seems that he was born in Buddhism and has a natural Zen heart.

It's just that when he was young, it wasn't that he didn't commit murders.

That is the most innocent cruelty of children.

He didn't know that what he committed was murder. Although he was chanting "Studying the Buddha's Mind", what he could do made the eminent monks in the Buddhist monastery fall silent for the first time after they learned about it.

In fact, Yuan Mie doesn't know whether it's the malice hidden in the nature of people who don't know the world, or the fierceness buried deep in the young Shanzai's temperament at that time.

But after that time, he never did the same thing again.

Later, when he was a little older, he traveled far away with other monks in the monastery, and since then he has cultivated a state of enlightenment in body and mind, and he seems to be the next head of the monastery.

It's just that, his cultivation has advanced too quickly, and Yuan Mie can't remember the last time he watched him seriously fight against others.When instructing the cultivation of the disciples in the courtyard, Shanzai always points to the end, every action is just right, and there is no mistake.

And at this moment...

He and the monks around him retreated a few steps, and the group of people almost gave up the area of ​​the mountain gate, watching this rare and extreme confrontation intently.

ruthless.

Shen Du's attack was really ruthless.

Relying on the snow deer sword in his hand, he was inch long and inch strong, but he never gave in, pressing every step of the way, the more he fought, the more aggressive he appeared.

As a result, Shanzai's response seems to have become more forceful and violent in a reasonable way.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Fingers, claws, fists, palms, each hand is handled perfectly. On the one hand, outsiders are amazed that there are such ingenious moves in the world, and on the other hand, the monks in the monastery are shocked that the same moves can be used in this way.

He clearly has integrated what he has learned all his life, and reached the state where his heart is sincere, his heart is restrained, he is not moved by the times, and he is not forced by the situation.

Shen Du has a thousand ways to attack, and he has a thousand ways to dismantle it.

In the eyes of others, it is naturally dazzling, but in the eyes of Shen Du who is fighting with him, it is so simple and neat that people are shocked!

Where is the ever-changing dismantling method!

This bald donkey clearly responds to all changes without change, and deals with him!

Moreover, the counterattack between these moves seems to be gentle and gentle, but in fact it is fierce and fierce. Whether it is the twelve-finger meditation that attacked the face before, or the palm that pushed the long sword horizontally just now, all of them carry the power of wind and thunder. Potential!

At the beginning, Shen Du had confidence in his heart, but as time passed, his head was covered with a thin layer of sweat, but he felt more and more depressed.

It seems that there is an endless mountain in front of you.

He is weak but he is strong, he is strong and he is stronger, no matter how he fights, this person in front of him seems to be able to overwhelm him by three points!

This made Shen Du's mood suddenly gloomy, and for no reason he thought of the battle when he fled in embarrassment at the Thousand Buddha Hall that day.

When he looked up again, the facial features of the person in front of him did not change at all.

He was neither annoyed by fighting him, nor anxious by this long and inconclusive battle. He was always calm, even with a kind of detached indifference.

Those long eyebrows, clear eyes, straight nose, slightly pursed lips...

The feeling of his attack was not as harsh as that day in the Thousand Buddha Hall that day, but it was by no means gentle.

The snow-white monk's sleeves are facing the wind, which is extremely beautiful.

But Shen Du really didn't like this color.

The monk in his heart should only wear the simplest moon-white robes, usually expressionless, but occasionally laughs when teased.

With a smile, I feel approachable and a bit of a red dust.

"Ding!"

The Xuelu sword was folded upside down, and he flicked his fingers to force him to retreat. When he raised his eyes again, the monk pointed like knives and galloped like lightning, pointing at the center of his eyebrows!

Shen Du had no choice but to hastily meet his palms!

"boom!"

Five fingers pressed together, palms pressed together, when the two completely different internal forces surged out, only the wide sleeves of the two swelled at the same time, and they collided like clouds in the sky.

During the moment of confrontation, the monk caught a glimpse of a faint writing in his sleeve.

At that time, he had vaguely realized something, so his brows suddenly frowned.

Shanzai has practiced martial arts since he was a child, his profound internal strength and thorough knowledge of martial arts are by no means comparable to Shen Du's crooked ways who have only practiced Liuhe Shenjue for ten years.

This pair of palms was distinguished almost instantly.

Shen Du felt that there was a force of whipping mountains and driving seas in this palm, and wanted to blast him away; but when the other party had the idea of ​​retreating and was eager to withdraw his palm, he felt that the other party's palm turned into a turbulent wave The vortex in his body not only no longer pushes him out, but even has a force of attraction, which makes him unable to withdraw his hand no matter what!

The situation suddenly became critical.

And the more critical, the more human potential will be stimulated.This relative potential may be an astonishing explosive force falling on others, but falling on Shen Du's body, it becomes that mass of hostility that suddenly exploded in his chest!

There was a flash of evil in the bottom of the eyes, and he was really angry.

Although the left hand could not be withdrawn, the right hand was caught in the gap, grasped it in the air, and pulled it vigorously, and held the Xuelu sword in the palm again.

Break through the eight formations and win Xuanhesheng.

Others don't know what kind of hardships and dangers he has gone through, but Shen Du himself knows what kind of ferocious moves he has realized in that formation day and night.

During this moment of stalemate, the ferocity between his brows and eyes suddenly became strong, and he turned his wrist to hold the long sword backwards!

Hilt forward, tip backward!

When one hand was moved forward, a slanting arc was drawn like a blue ripple on the snow-like lake, and the frivolous sword body was slightly hidden in the quiet stroke!

Jianfeng is shaking!

The sword energy has been broken!

But at this moment, no one can tell where the sword is, where it is heading, can't see its shape, and can't figure out its whereabouts!

At the moment when Shen Du made this sword, everyone could only see the blue ripples and hear the faint trembling of the Xuelu Sword!

Just like that day——

The mournful and helpless young deer howled!

This is a sword that is almost sure to kill!

The ferocious and sinister aura that filled Shen Du's heart climbed to the extreme at the moment when the sword came out, and even made his eyes turn a faint red as if filled with blood.

Ruthless and unfeeling, go forward!

He thought, no matter who is in front of him, no matter who is in front of the sword, under this sword, there is no escape from the word "death", and he will never hold back.

But he still saw it.

I saw the calm eyes of the monk watching him all the time, just like the wisdom eyes of the gods and Buddhas he saw when he looked up at the Thousand Buddha Hall.

I also saw his other hand quietly lowered.

It was clearly a gesture of slaying with all hands, but the way he looked at him was so deep, vaguely pity, vaguely indifference.

For such a brief moment, Shen Du could not allow Shen Du to distinguish.

At the moment when the sword reached the throat of the person and was about to take the person's life, he turned the point of the sword abruptly like crazy!

How sharp is a magic weapon like Xuelujian?

In such a hasty moment, Shen Du couldn't complete a turn that would neither hurt the opponent nor himself, and he couldn't control his body leaning forward, so he just bumped into it.

"Pfft!"

The sword is like a body of flesh and blood, it can easily penetrate two inches into mud and snow!

Blood gushed out from under Shen Du's right rib immediately, but it was stained on the deep purple crane cloak, it was only dyed into a deep darkness without any blood color.

How familiar is this scene?

At the moment when the sword point entered his body and the pain hit him, Shen Du finally remembered vaguely: he had experienced almost the same situation.

It's just that at that time, the one who got the sword wasn't him.

Gu Zhao, who had been on the sidelines for a long time, couldn't help cursing "fuck your ancestors" in his heart when he saw this ridiculous and pathetic scene, and laughed coldly.

The reversal of the situation is really too fast.

Everyone was worried about Shanzai's sudden danger just a moment ago, and even more confused by the move he gave up suddenly. In the blink of an eye, Shen Du's dangerous sword pierced into his own rib.

Can't understand, it's confusing.

Even Shen Du himself was at a loss at this moment.

He could feel the pain, but at the same time he felt very numb, as if the pain that almost made him curl up could not suppress the desire to raise his head at this moment, forcing him to look at the monk in front of him——

Eyes close at hand.

This is the most beautiful pair of eyes that Shen Du has ever seen, and is also the closest to a god or Buddha. It is ruthless and sexless, and it seems to be full of emotion and nature.

Like a lake covered with thin ice.

But at the moment he looked over, the ice and snow on the lake seemed to loosen and melt for a moment...

Probably because he was going crazy, Shen Du felt that he was almost unable to tell what was a dream and what was an illusion, and he only vaguely felt that there was a sigh.

But I don't know if it's in my ears or in my heart.

He looked at the monk and refused to look back.

But the monk lowered his eyelids behind this unreal and ignorant sigh, so the drooping eyelashes covered thousands of emotions, and also made it impossible to pry into all the secret emotions.

The right palm, which was still facing Shen Du's left palm, turned slightly at this moment, and when the long and thick force reached it, Shen Du's shoulder shook, and the palm also retreated.

But at this retreat, the Buddhist beads on his wrist were also shaken by force.

Then I could see the snow-white monk's sleeves rising against the wind, like a bright moon flying up, and when it fell again, the string of Buddhist beads had naturally transferred from his wrist to the monk's wrist.

The scent of sandalwood is still there.

Shen Du belatedly wanted to retreat, but the monk's hand was faster than his, grabbing the collar of the crane cloak at the back of his neck like a willow brushing flowers.

He subconsciously turned around and escaped.

Then there was only a sound of "hula", the wind from the mountains filled the robe, and the monk was already holding the crane cloak embroidered with the patterns of the sixteen demons in silver thread.

Shen Du who escaped was only wearing a dark black robe with a leather belt around his waist.

Although he still had the embarrassing wound on his ribs at this time, his figure was slender and straight, and he had an indescribably aloof and unruly personality like a bamboo plum.

He stood on the left side of the mountain gate engraved with the word "Shan Shui", looking at the monk standing on the high mountain gate two feet away, he seemed to react, and then laughed suddenly, and said frivolously: "What? At that time, the monks of Tianji Temple were actually so skilled at taking off clothes?"

Someone below suddenly laughed out loud.

The monks of Tianji Temple suddenly looked ugly.

But Shanzai ignored it at all, he just held the blood-stained deep purple crane cloak, pointed to the left sleeve, and took out the silk paper full of beautiful handwriting.

That was Feng Xiao's word.

As for the content written above, Shen Du is very clear: it is not some Buddhist scriptures, no coincidence, it is a skill that he asked Feng Xiao to decipher from the string of Buddhist beads.

Unexpectedly, he noticed it.

In the end, Shen Du had to admire his vision and calculation, so he rarely praised him sincerely: "Excellent."

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, turn your head and keep going..."

Shanzai calmly typed a Buddhist verse, glanced at this page of tissue paper, and with a light touch of his fingertips, the entire page of tissue paper instantly turned into snow-like debris and was blown away by the wind. sky full.

Without the Buddhist beads on his wrist, Shen Du inexplicably felt somewhat disappointed.

He has been ups and downs in the sea of ​​suffering all his life, and he doesn't know what the world outside the sea of ​​suffering looks like. Naturally, he has no way of knowing whether the so-called "other shore" can really be reached by turning around.

The most difficult road through the ages is just the way back.

The monk looked away from the confetti flying all over the sky, and finally landed on his tranced face, and then clasped his palms together and called out the Buddha's name, and handed back the robe hanging in his arms: "Benefactor Shen, I just got offended."