I practice ruthless way

It has been more than half a month since Qu Hanxing gave a history lecture to Wang Nian in the tallest pavilion in Jiangyang City, and the changes inside and outside the city can be described as earth-shaking.

Wang Nian ordered his subordinates to rebuild the destroyed mountains and forests in all directions, so that wild animals such as wolves and tigers could live there, so that they would no longer enter the city to compete with humans; Figures can be seen everywhere busy.

All kinds of shops are open on the street, and the vendors are shouting, and people can often be heard bargaining. Everything is lively, but not noisy.

Qu Hanxing walked up the tower together with Wang Nian, his eyes swept across the large and small streets in the city, and slowly raised his gaze to the rolling mountains to the east.

"People's livelihood and people's livelihood originally refer to people's lives." Wang Nian twirled the beads in his hands, and said with emotion, "If you want to live a stable and happy life, you need to have enough firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, etc., and a place to live that can shelter you from rain and wind. If I can earn some more money, drink a cup of wine in my spare time, and add a couple of new clothes during the festival, the smiles on these people’s faces will be even greater.”

"Looking at it this way, their lives are really simple."

Qu Hanxing didn't answer this question.A dead leaf was blown up by the wind, he raised his hand to grab it, squeezed it between his fingertips, and twisted it back and forth.

Wang Nian's eyes fell on him, and he smiled slightly: "I have read all the history books you found for me. This world is really interesting."

"Your Honor has never seen these before?" Qu Hanxing paused, turned his head to look at Wang Nian, his eyes were very puzzled.

He had been in contact with Wangnian for a while, and based on the principle of saying too much, he didn't deliberately ask for anything. Everything he knew at the moment was said by this person himself.

Wang Nian didn't say much, but what he said, what he said, and his demeanor all showed a sense of simplicity - simplicity.Not naive, not pure, just simple.When it comes to killing people, he can kill without blinking an eye, but when saving people, he is not stingy.

He is a fast learner and doesn't know much about human affairs. Although he has a high level of cultivation, he is very immature in other aspects. If not, Qu Hanxing would not have taken advantage of it.

"Never." Wang Nian replied, "Before I came here, I had been living on the snowy field. Apart from the snow, there were only stones, not even any vegetation, let alone someone writing a book."

"Snowfield? What snowfield?"

Qu Hanxing remembered this point in his heart, and while asking questions, he went through all the names he knew about Xueyuan, big and small, so that he was mentally prepared.

Unexpectedly, Wangnian replied: "Not in Xuantian Continent."

"You came from a foreign land?" Qu Hanxing was shocked, threw away the dead leaves in his hand, and took half a step towards Wangnian, his tone was a little cautious: "Could it be that you were with your Buddha Lord before?"

Wangnian lowered her eyes, recited the Buddha's name, and said respectfully: "The Lord Buddha is higher and farther away."

For Qu Hanxing, these words were too ethereal.He thought that among the people he knew, maybe only Master Tongyan could fight with Wang Nian.However, he tasted another meaning in Wang Nian's words: "Have you never seen Lord Buddha?"

Forget nodding.

"Then you practice alone on the snowy field?"

"I have two fellow practitioners."

These words made Qu Hanxing's expression change slightly, his eyelids drooped and lifted again, and asked: "The same realm as you?"

"That's right." Wang Nian gave an affirmative answer.

His expression also changed. After looking at Qu Hanxing for a while, his voice became serious: "From the time we get along, it can be seen that Miss Wu pays great attention to a person's realm, and I think she is too paranoid. The relationship between people The division of time is not only a way of realm, but also good and evil, hardworking and lazy..."

Wang Nian solemnly talked about "human beings", the way of human existence, and various profound propositions. His own views were mixed with many Buddhist scriptures, babbling and babbling.

Qu Hanxing has one head and two big heads, if it wasn't for "girls' reserve", he would have rolled his eyes countless times.

His master had never nagged like this before!

Qu Hanxing closed his eyes, breathed deeply, stretched out his hand and made a "cut" movement, interrupting Wang Nian's long speech: "Is your fellow practitioner so relieved that you come to Xuantian Continent alone?"

"We came together, but each has a mission." The topic of Wangnian changed with Qu Hanxing, and then turned his direction, raising his eyes to the north: "It won't be long before we can see them."

After a pause, he added: "The Lord Buddha will also come."

Qu Hanxing's eyelids twitched violently: "Is the Red Flame Emperor Buddha coming soon?"

"Yes." Wang Nian said slowly, "Miss Wu, although you have joined our camp, your heart is still not devoted to Buddha."

"I just want to live." Qu Hanxing pulled his lower lip, turned his face away, and pointed the back of his head at Wang Nian.

Wang Nian smiled and said, "Lord Buddha will definitely bless you."

When Qu Hanxing heard this, he said bullshit in his heart.

Your Lord Buddha sent someone to kill me long ago.

Xuantian Continent North.

The village is hidden in the wind and snow, except for the occasional blue and black mountain rocks, the rest are plain white.The wind whimpered and roared at times, the snow crushed the house, and then with a bang, the broken beams crushed people.

He is the only man in this family. His wife is weak and his child is young. The whole family depends on him, but at this time he is on the verge of death. The woman hugs the two children by her side, watching his blood stain the snow red, Powerless, sobbing.

A young man with a simple knife on his back passed by, noticed the situation here, thought for a moment, stopped, and lowered his eyes to cast a glance at the woman and child, as well as the man who was mostly buried in the ruins.

Just at this glance, the wind and snow stopped suddenly.Broken beams, broken walls, broken stones and debris suddenly floated into the air, reassembled and spliced ​​at a speed that the human eye could not see clearly, and restored the appearance of the house.

Immediately afterwards, the blood on the man's body disappeared, the broken bones healed, and he pushed his hands to the ground to stand up.

It only took a split second for all of this to happen, and Pudao boy turned around and left without giving any glances to the men, women and children in the room.

He just showed kindness casually, but the rescued people burst into tears, staggered out with their wives and children, knelt and kowtowed to his receding figure in the boundless snowstorm.

"God, it's the god who descended!"

"Thank you, Lord God!"

"Thank you sir!"

One after another.

Pudao boy moved forward, step by step, completely throwing these voices away.He came to the side of the person holding the black umbrella and the silver-haired man in black, with his palms up, looked down, and said, "I have fully mastered this power."

"The speed is acceptable." The man in black and silver hair said indifferently.

The young man glanced at Feng Xue who was standing outside him, and said disapprovingly, "Is there anyone who evaluates himself like that?"

The man was noncommittal.

Someone came in the snowstorm.There were a lot of people, about twenty or thirty, and they had never left any footprints on the snow. The wind blew the scarlet cloaks on their bodies, and the color was so thick that it seemed to be stained with blood.

They moved at an extremely fast speed, and in a short while they arrived in front of the boy with a simple knife and the man with a black umbrella. They all waved their sleeves and knelt down to perform the salute, with a respectful and pious voice:

"Welcome Lord Buddha!"

The expression of the black-clothed and silver-haired man remained unchanged. He accepted the group's kneeling and raised his hand safely.The group of people in front of him immediately divided into two teams, making way for the middle road.

The wind and snow have stopped, but he is still clinging to the umbrella, walking forward step by step, slowly and unmatched by anyone.

He measured the land with his feet and left footprints on the snow, but they were soon buried by the wind and snow and could not be searched everywhere.

Pudao boy chased him quite hard. After climbing a mountain, before he could stand still and adjust his breath, he saw a man in black with silver hair pointing his finger at a certain place, saying: "Look there."

"Xiao Man is there!" Pudao boy felt something, his eyes lit up, "Where is that?"

"Xindu."

The man in black and silver hair replied.

Passing over the edge of the umbrella, you can see him slowly bending his brows and eyes, the sky light and snow light folded into his amber eyes, crushed finely, and extremely bright.

"We'll see him soon."

This exclamation started before the reunion after a long absence, and it was faint, somewhat gratifying, and somewhat sad.

Xindu is located in the southwest of Gushan Mountain. From the perspective of the entire Xuantian Continent, it is located in the east of the center. The coalition forces organized by various sects and factions temporarily settled here.Not long ago, they had just ended the First World War, and the power of the Holy Cult of Light gathered in the central and eastern regions was completely dispersed, and they are currently fleeing everywhere, completely defeated.

Yan Wushu circled several locations on the map, and ordered the allied forces with high morale to take advantage of the victory to pursue them, and immediately flicked his robes and returned to the rear.

The courtyard is surrounded by mountains, the pavilions are by the water, and when the door is opened, a scent of bitter medicine comes to the nostrils.Although Yan Wushu walked quietly, he still kept his movements light so as not to disturb the people in the room.

Bypassing the screen, Bie Beilou was treating Xiao Man's back injury, and he was administering needles in order to extradite the evil energy in Xiao Man's body to the outside of his body.

——Xiao Man's physique is different from that of ordinary people. Even if he reached the Holy Realm of Taiqing and was slandered by the Great Sun Supreme Art, the evil energy that rushed into his body could not be discharged by himself.

There are two ways to deal with these vigor, Xiao Man resolutely chose this one, Yan Wushu was helpless and distressed, but he couldn't help but respect Xiao Man's decision.

Yan Wushu sat down in front of Xiao Man, stretched out his hand to wipe off the fine layer of sweat on his forehead, and then grabbed his slightly bent fingers to release some spiritual energy.

On this level, Xiao Man never rejected Yan Wushu, so it was convenient for Yan Wushu to use his own method to help him relieve the pain.Yan Wushu stared at Xiao Man intently, and after a while, said in a low voice: "He loses consciousness every time."

The words were spoken to Biebeilou.

Bie Beilou gave the last injection to the acupuncture points on Xiao Man's back before answering Yan Wushu: "It's his body protecting him." At this point, he pursed his lower lip, and his tone became unbearable: "Because it hurts. "

As if confirming this, Xiao Man's brows slowly frowned.His skin was already fair, but now it is even more so, even the color of his lips is pale, like a piece of delicate and fragile porcelain

Anyone who sees it will feel pity.

Yan Wushu gripped Xiao Man's hand even tighter, wishing he could directly transfer the pain to himself.

The pain was intermittent, and after a while, Xiao Man convulsed violently, sweat dripped down his forehead, he opened his mouth slightly, and bit his lower lip.

Bie Beilou hurriedly applied the prepared medicinal mud to the acupuncture points on Xiao Man's arms and shoulders.

Yan Wushu grabbed his hand, controlled the speed, and spent more spiritual energy. He raised his other hand to smooth Xiao Man's frowning brows, and then put his thumb into his clenched mouth. On the lower lip, let him bite himself.

After about four or five minutes, Xiao Man's tense body gradually relaxed.The pain passed slowly, and neither of them planned to leave. They sat around Xiao Man and waited patiently for the next attack.

Xiao Man knew nothing about it.

He had a dream again, and in his vision was still the resplendent Buddhist hall, standing at the end of the road, with the blue and cloudless sky above it, like a piece of stretched silk.