A child was smashing stones outside Tile Town.
That year, the stone Buddha collapsed and the Lanke Temple was destroyed. The Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival was never held again. Naturally, no tourists came to Tile Town, and the stone fish pond by the street had long dried up.
The people now mainly relied on the restoration of the Lanke Temple to make a living. The monks in the temple were generous, so they had a good life. The stones in the mountains and valleys had become the most convenient toys for the children. At the same time, they were also a good source of income. The stone Buddha was made of good material and could be carved into various small Buddha statues to sell.
The child followed his mother's instructions and wanted to smash the two stones along the grain. But today was the first time he started this work, so he was very unfamiliar with it. He failed for a long time.
He was so angry that he kept wiping his snot and smashing his fists until his fingernails were bleeding.
A scholar in a cotton-padded jacket appeared beside him with a bloodstain on his left shoulder.
The scholar saw the child smashing the stones and asked for his help. No one knew where he got such great strength from, but the two stones collided in the air and were neatly divided into four pieces.
The child was very happy and thanked the scholar. He wanted to worship him as his teacher.
The scholar smiled faintly before disappearing.
A moment later, a Taoist in indigo appeared outside the town.
He asked the child a few questions, then smiled and disappeared.
The child looked at the four stones in his arms and was a little confused. He turned and walked into the town.
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The bell echoed in Chaoyang City.
The bell did not come from the White Tower Temple, but from the palace. It was the funeral bell for the death of the king.
An old woman was sitting on a stool by the narrow street. Hearing the bell, she rubbed her cloudy eyes and murmured, "What's going on? What's going on? "
A scholar appeared in front of the old woman and asked politely, "Can the torn cotton-padded jacket be mended?"
The old woman looked at the holes and bloodstains on the left shoulder of the cotton-padded jacket and said angrily, "Where did you go to fight? You're so young, yet you don't learn good things. "
After the cotton-padded jacket was mended, the scholar left.
A moment later, the Taoist in indigo appeared in front of the old woman.
The old woman looked at the tear on the lower hem of his clothes and waved her hand. "The material is too good. I dare not mend it."
The Taoist in indigo left again.
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The army of the West-Hill Divine Palace had already headed north.
Today, the Peach Mountain was quiet and lonely. Only two or three Divine Priests walked by slowly.
The scholar appeared in front of the shrine and left.
The green-robed Taoist then appeared and left again.
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In this late autumn, the scholar and the Taoist in indigo traveled through the mountains and rivers of the mortal world.
One person was in front, and the other was behind.
Ten thousand miles in an instant was Limitless.
Every time it appeared, the injury on the scholar's shoulder would worsen.
The Daoist in indigo was fine.
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On a nameless island deep in the South Sea.
On the white beach, there was a short wooden stick. Half of the stick was buried in the sand.
It looked like an ordinary wooden stick, but it was not ordinary at all.
Because its master had left the human world, it was left here, appearing very ordinary.
The scholar appeared on the beach and bent down to pick up the wooden stick.
The Taoist in indigo then appeared on the beach and stretched out his palm toward the blue sea.
A sword flew over from the sea and landed in his hand.
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The Taoist in indigo asked, "Are you tired after walking for so long?"
The Eldest Brother said, "Compared with the Abbey Dean, I am still young."
Then he asked, "Aren't you tired?"
The Taoist in indigo said, "I walk faster."
The Eldest Brother said, "The Abbey Dean walks really fast. If I can't find this stick, I really don't know what to do."
The Taoist in indigo said, "Even if you find the stick left by the Headmaster, you can only hold on for another seven days."
The Eldest Brother looked at him and said, "It's good to hold on for one more day."
The Taoist in indigo said, "Destiny has been decided. Why bother yourself?"
The Eldest Brother said, "There is no destiny in the human world. No one knows what will happen in seven days."
Seven days were enough for the Tang Empire's West Army to defeat the invaders of the Yuelun Kingdom, enough for Ning Que to control the God-stunning Array in Chang 'an, and enough for the Academy to do many things.
The Taoist in indigo said, "In seven days, the Academy will no longer exist."
The Eldest Brother said, "The Master is fighting in Heaven. We disciples will not let this happen."
The Hierarch of the West-Hill Divine Palace had already gone to the Academy. According to the calculations of Haotian Taoism, the Academy had no ability to reverse the situation. However, the Eldest Brother's calm expression seemed strange.
The Taoist in indigo paused and said, "You should know where the real attack of Haotian Taoism is."
The army of the West-Hill Divine Palace was in the south of the Tang Empire, in Qinghe County, outside the Verdant Canyon.
The Eldest Brother said calmly, "I am not as good as Jun Mo, so I am here."
The meaning of this sentence was clear. Jun Mo was there.
The Taoist in indigo said, "Don't be modest. Although Jun Mo has infinite potential, and even I can't see how far he can go on the battlefield, you are still the strongest Eldest Brother in the Academy. Your state is the highest, and you are the biggest threat to Haotian Taoism, so I am here to watch you."
The Eldest Brother said, "The Abbey Dean is also the biggest threat to the Tang Empire, so I have been waiting for you to watch me. Moreover, the Abbey Dean's state is far above mine, so the Academy has the advantage."
Surpassing the Five States did not mean being invincible. For example, cultivators in the Tianqi State could have almost invincible power after being infused with Haotian's Divine Flame, but they might not be able to win against the siege of the world.
Only the Limitless State, which was mysterious and unpredictable, could take the head of a general from a thousand miles away. It was the most terrifying and difficult to guard against on the battlefield.
The Taoist in indigo said, "I can ignore you."
The Eldest Brother showed a rare expression of confidence and said, "You must."
The Taoist in indigo said, "Why do you say so?"
The Eldest Brother looked at him and said seriously, "I have learned how to fight. If the Abbey Dean ignores me and doesn't come to watch me, I can kill many people, such as the Great Divine Priest of Judgment, the Great Divine Priest of Revelation, and Ye Su. Except for Liu Bai and the Hierarch, I have no confidence. I can kill the rest. "
The Taoist in indigo said, "I can also kill many people."
The Eldest Brother shook his head and said, "You know very well that if you can't kill the people in Chang 'an and the Academy, then it will be meaningless for this battle."
The Taoist in indigo said, "I have said that you can only hold on for seven days at most. After seven days, I can kill without restraint."
The Eldest Brother said, "I have also said that there is no fate in the world. No one knows what will happen after seven days."
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The scenery in the back of the mountain of the Academy became a fake painting. Everything in the painting seemed to be moving, but in fact, it was not moving at all. It was like the ever-changing lines on a chessboard.
In the black and white world of Go, the two sides gradually merged and condensed. Then, a large blank space appeared in the middle. At the edge of the blank space, a brave soldier fell to the side.
The proud state knight in the middle of the chessboard was covered with dust. Behind the state knight, the carriage was badly damaged and could not move forward anymore, leaving only a deep rut.
The scenery gradually came back to life. The silver stream between the cliffs in the distance collided with the pool and made a roaring sound. The woods all over the mountains and fields straightened their waists again.
The dozen West-Hill Divine Guards beside the carriage were already dead. Countless dense lines appeared on their bodies. But the figure on the carriage was still tall. It broke through the game and was not hurt at all.
In a forest somewhere in the back of the mountain, the little white wolf curled up in a cave and kept licking its injured forelimbs. The silk quilt in the cave was dyed red with blood. It looked very sad and pitiful.
On the clear stream behind the iron-making room, the big white goose was still sitting on the top of the waterwheel. It bent its neck to the sky but did not sing. It looked extremely angry and unwilling. Blood gradually dyed its white belly feathers red.
The old yellow bull on the meadow in the distance looked more tired and old.
The chessboard under the pine tree on the cliff plateau had been broken into countless pieces. The Fifth Brother and the Eighth Brother looked at the broken chessboard on the table and kept silent for a long time. Blood flowed from the corners of their lips. They had suffered serious internal injuries.
The two brothers looked at each other without saying anything. They could see the faint regret in each other's eyes.
They should not have spent half of their life on the chessboard just because they liked it. If they had learned some fighting skills from their teacher, they would not have allowed the old Haotian Taoism to be so arrogant.
The Hierarch Lord laughed out loud.
The thousands of gauze curtains on the carriage trembled uneasily. A wind suddenly rose from the mountain, rustling the pine trees. The flowing clouds crashed into the distant waterfall and broke into pieces.
His laughter was extremely heroic and full of spirit.
First kill Xu Shi, then destroy the Academy, then destroy Chang 'an. The Tang Empire would no longer exist!
Undoubtedly, this would be the peak of his life.
But at this moment, a person came from the clouds on the mountainside.
It was the Third Sister of the Academy, Yu Lian.
She walked slowly on the mountain road.
Yu Lian was very petite. She looked very delicate, but her temperament was gentle and mature.
If you only looked at her, you would think that she was a girl.
If you looked at her eyes carefully, you would think that she was a woman who had seen everything in the world.
Looking at her on the mountain road, the Hierarch Lord's laughter gradually stopped.
"Ms. Third, I know that you are extraordinary. The Seethrough State is just a means to deceive the world. As long as you want, you can enter the Knowing Destiny State at any time. So don't be deliberately mystifying here."
Yu Lian did not say anything and kept walking. As her footsteps rose and fell, something very strange happened.
Her black hair gradually fell below her waist.
But it was not her black hair that was growing longer, but she was becoming shorter!
Yu Lian walked on the mountain road. With every step, she became shorter. Her originally very delicate appearance became more tender, and finally, she gradually became a twelve or thirteen years old girl!
Her aura was also changing and improving. As the Hierarch Lord said, she easily broke through the threshold of the Seethrough State and entered the Knowing Destiny State!
Looking at the changes of Yu Lian through the gauze curtain, the Hierarch Lord indifferently said, "I said …"
His voice suddenly stopped.
His brows suddenly furrowed.
Because after Yu Lian entered the Knowing Destiny State, her aura was still improving!
Walking on the mountain road, she went from the Seethrough State to the peak of the Knowing Destiny State!
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(Let me be crazy. Let me be stupid tomorrow. I don't care about tomorrow … I have more today!) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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