The Sword Palace is bitterly cold and the sandy sea is scorching hot. After coming down from the top of the Sword Palace, Yan Zhenci traveled all the way west and came to the battle place between Tantra and Buddhism.

He first went to Tantric Buddhism, found Huisheng in the Tantric camp, and saw Wuzhi at the same time.

The two were in the same tent.

Wuzhi's eyes are closed tightly, his eyelids are sunken, it seems that there is something wrong with his eyes, but his expression is calm, as if he doesn't care about his eyes at all, and there is an invisible force behind him, it seems that his eyes are not missing, Instead, he hid in an invisible place, watching everything secretly.

Words can not help but feel vigilant.

He looked at Huisheng again. He hadn't seen him for several months. The young monk was still a young monk, and the young monk was not a young monk either.

He first greeted Wuzhi who was sitting upright: "How is Shizun now?"

Wuzhi: "It's always been good, Lao Jingliu is worried about you."

Yan Zhenci asked Huisheng again: "Would you like to go with me now?"

Hearing this, Wuzhi laughed lightly, but he didn't know what he was laughing at.

Huisheng shook his head and said nothing, only using his finger as a pen, and wrote on the ground: Thank you, Mr. Jingliu, I am fine here.

Yan Zhenci secretly sighed.

Huisheng has no intention of leaving, and he will not force the other party.

It's just that now when he looks at the two of them, he can't help but think of his desirelessness and ignorance back then, and even more of the original sound flow and himself back then.

But what else?

Everything is wrong, not at all involuntary!

He didn't say any more, turned around and left, but when he walked out of the tent, he found that Wuzhi had also followed him, and called him to stop.

"Mr. Jingliu, go slowly for now."

He said: "Shizun still has something to do?"

Wuzhi said: "I look at the mirror and Liu Jun's expression now, it seems that I am about to do an extremely difficult thing?"

Yan Zhenci said lightly: "I want to kill Jieyuan. But there is always a time when one person's power is exhausted. Now I am going to invite some old friends to see who has the same goals as me. I am willing to take the risk."

Wuzhi smiled and said: "I guess it's the same. On Youlu, apart from the Demon Lord, I'm afraid there is no second person who can make Jingliu-Jun look like an enemy like this." He paused lightly, He also said, "If Mr. Jingliu doesn't dislike this little monk's strength and weakness, after the matter is confirmed, please inform the little monk of the time and place, and the little monk will definitely go..."

This sentence was unexpected.

Yan Zhenci asked: "Shizun also wants to kill Jieyuan?"

Wuzhi: "Otherwise, the demon lord has cared for this little monk since he was still in the Buddhist kingdom. Until today, this little monk has finally seen the real world clearly. The little monk has the feelings for the demon lord in his heart, so why would he want to kill the demon lord?" "

He said: "Then Shizun is going to stand on Jieyuan's side?"

Wuzhi laughed softly again.

He said: "The Taoist priest should understand that no one can stand beside the demon lord, and this little monk will not try to do so. The little monk just admires the battle of Youlu Xeon, and can't bear to miss it. He just wants to go and watch it. For this reason, the little monk I would like to deal with some unscrupulous people who will stop this Xeon battle for Jingliu-kun."

After finishing what he wanted to say, he put his palms together before turning around.

But this time, in other words, he stopped the other party: "Shi Zun really thinks that Jie Yuan is helping you that day?"

Wuzhi said: "Yes. The Buddha has attained the right fruit, the devil has its place, and now everything is complete."

After Tantra left, Yan Zhenci went to the Buddhist kingdom again.

Tantric and his party exceeded expectations, and Foguo's party fell within the plan.

Yan Zhenci just told the Buddha Kingdom that he would choose a date to fight Jieyuan again, and he got the promise of the two leaders of the Buddha Kingdom who would definitely go with him when the time came.

The matter has come to this point, there is no need to say more, there is only a battle of life and death!

The two parties negotiated properly, politely declined the invitation of the head of the Buddhist kingdom to take a break and share a fast meal, and left the Buddhist temple alone.

He walked on the winding terrazzo mountain road, with no one left or right, only rocks, grass, trees, birds and insects.

As the sun sets, the shadows hang together.

Yan Zhenci looked down at his own shadow, and said to himself: "Now even the sun is here to mock me."

He immediately looked up, looked at the big red persimmons in the sky, and said mockingly, "But aren't you alone too?"

Of course the sun is silent.

In the thin sky, suddenly there is a crescent moon jumping out from the mountains, staying under the same sky with the sun, looking at each other silently, reflecting each other, it is really affectionate!

Yan Zhenci was choked up and couldn't get up and down in one breath, so he could only speed up his pace, walked through the last few steps, and headed to the downtown!

At the foot of the mountain, you entered the downtown area.

The devils have not entered the Buddhist kingdom yet, and now the downtown area, restaurants, teahouses, small stalls and markets are all the same as in the past.

Yan Zhenci walked on the market, seeing countless shadows of pedestrians on the left and right surrounded him, he felt a little comforted.He passed by a teahouse and heard chattering customers complaining in the teahouse:

"I don't know when this battle will be over, the price of the food in Dongkou has increased again!"

"Who said it wasn't? In the past, there were Haikes who could transport things from Zeguo from time to time, singing mermaids and shark girls day and night, and a drop of Xuanshui that weighed a thousand catties... Now? I can't even see the pearl shells."

"Ze Kingdom is now occupied by the Sui Palace, and the Sui Palace is at war with the Buddha Kingdom, so of course the pearl shells are gone."

"Hey, don't care who wins or loses, as long as the war ends soon..."

Before the words fell, there was a loud bang, and in the teahouse, a man dressed as a warrior kicked over the chair, pulled out his weapon and yelled at the speaker:

"What do you mean by these words! What do you mean by 'don't care who wins or loses, as long as the war is over'! Those who stay on the front line against demons and protect you with their blood are not as good as your mouth How many dishes, how many pearls, how many shells are there?"

He gritted his teeth, he didn't know what to think, his veins were throbbing, his eyes were scarlet:

"I think you are the spies sent by the devil to shake people's hearts!"

The few people chatting at the table were terrified, and quickly said: "The knights calm down, the knights calm down, you see, we have no power to restrain the chickens, how could we be the devils! We are ordinary people, Come here every day for a sip of tea!"

The warrior laughed back in anger, the blade reflected light.

He said coldly: "Don't quibble...I don't believe it. My younger brother died on the road to confront the devil the day before, how could he protect such a person—"

Seeing that the situation was not right, the guests in the teahouse slipped out one by one along the corner, but refused to leave, so they whispered around the door, watching curiously.

Among the crowd watching, the martial artist thought about his dead brother, his heart burned, the faces of the people in front of him overlapped with the faces of those who killed his brother, the opportunity for revenge was in front of him, he clenched his five fingers, and suddenly swiped his wrist down!

With a flash of the saber, seeing the blood spatter three feet immediately, Yan Zhenci moved his toe, kicked up a stone, and hit the numb point on the warrior's wrist steadily.

With a sound of "clang", the long knife fell to the ground.

The warrior suddenly woke up, facing the direction where the stone was flying, he was startled and angry: "Who is it? Who is it?"

With a bang—

The speaker ran away, and so did the onlookers, only the martial artist was still clutching his wrist, angrily walking back and forth in the teahouse looking for the person who hit him.

The riots continued, but the danger was gone.

After Yan Zhenci kicked out the stone, he turned around with his sword on his back, and now he has taken many steps.

There were still pedestrians coming and going around, and the pedestrians didn't notice the movement of the restaurant, and the movement there was none of their business.

Just like this battle between good and evil.

The wicked gamble with their lives, and the righteous fight with their lives.

But what does the disturbance of good and evil have to do with ordinary people living on this land?

Words still have a place to go.

But at this time, a crane flew down from the sky and brought a letter from Zhenren Yan.

Take a look at the words and pillow words, and see that it says:

An accident happened in the Sword Palace, Master Uncle hurry back!

The sun in the sky quietly disappeared, pulled out the night, and replaced it with a sky full of stars.

After receiving the urgent letter from the Sword Palace, Yan Zhenci put aside everything and galloped all the way to the Sword Palace, and when he returned to the gate of the Sword Palace, when he saw Master Yan in the Heaven-receiving Palace, the other party said:

"During the past three days, Ming Ruzhang led people to destroy the sub-palaces scattered in Youlu. Now seven out of ten of the other palaces are scattered, and the damage to the personnel is uncountable!"

Word pillow words breath stagnation.

Immediately, Master Yan said again: "Master Uncle, Ming Ruzhou doesn't make a move sooner or later, but at this time the Thunder Strike can still succeed, don't you think it's strange?"

Yan Zhenci was silent for a while: "You mean to say?"

Yan Zhenren's expression was gloomy.The fact that Ming Ruzhou led people to flatten the various divisions of the Sword Palace was only half of the reason why he came back in such a hurry, the other half was——

Yan Zhenren said: "Ming Ruzhou strikes so quickly and accurately, no matter whether we stand in the bright palace or the hidden underground palace, he can find and destroy them one by one... I doubt that there are people from inside who give them Accurate news."

Words: "Who?"

Yan Zhenren has long had a draft.But when he said it, he still paused for a long time: "I'm afraid, one of the main messengers of this matter... is Luoxinzhai's Quiet Lady Crown."

Words: "Are you sure?"

Master Yan: "Definitely."

The candlelight was faint, and the hall was cold and silent.

Yan Zhenci looked down at the sword lying across his knees, and after a long silence, he said, "Xiaoyan, sometimes I would rather hear how the devils are rampant, crazy and cruel, how Jieyuan is conceited and contemptuous of the common people... I don’t want to hear an answer like this.”

Isn't Master Yan?

"It will make me..." Yan Zhen said, "doubt what I'm doing."

He pressed the sword with both hands, raised his eyes, and looked at Yan Zhenren's wrinkled face.

Time passed year by year, familiar people walked away one by one.

Countless people come on and leave the stage, countless Sheng Dan Jing Chou smears heroic elegy ambitions and desires, interprets and compiles them, but You Lu is still You Lu, good and evil are still good and evil, everything changes until the end, it seems like nothing has changed.

The only thing that has changed is that during these hundreds of years, teachers and friends have all left, and lovers have turned against each other.

He is alone, watching the wind, the flowers, the snow, the moon and the sword.

The words said: "Sometimes I think about what is justice and what is evil, whether what I am doing now is really meaningful, and whether what I am saddened to let go will make me regret it in the future."

He heaved a long sigh.

Sigh for life, sigh for life.

"I can only do what I should do. Now I will invite my colleagues to fight Jieyuan again."

"This time," he said word for word, "it's a matter of life and death!"

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