"No matter how hard you try, you won't be able to hurt a single hair of mine!" In the Rebirth Pagoda, the Holy Buddha was confident and calm.
"Praise …" Ying Feiyang couldn't take it and was about to retort. However, he swallowed the words that were at the tip of his tongue.
Alright, it wasn't a boast. Ying Feiyang lowered his eyes and avoided the Buddhist light that was reflected from the Holy Buddha's shiny head …
He felt that he was almost led astray by this big monk.
After inhaling and exhaling, Ying Feiyang looked at the prayer beads in the Holy Buddha's hand and said calmly, "Since you're sitting still and letting me attack, I won't take advantage of you. I'll try to break this prayer beads within three strikes."
The Holy Buddha had been famous for a hundred years and was unfathomable. Ying Feiyang didn't have the slightest confidence to break his prayer beads within three strikes. However, since the Holy Buddha wanted to teach him, Ying Feiyang had to be strict with himself so that he could force out his potential to the greatest extent and not waste this opportunity.
"Haha, that's great. Go ahead and try!" The Holy Buddha smiled and wrapped the prayer beads around his wrist. He opened his palm and invited Meng Qi to attack.
In an instant, a vast and boundless Buddhist aura surged into the sky and spread everywhere. It caused the Buddhist bell at the top of the pagoda to shake and let out a series of resounding Sanskrit sounds.
"Dang — dang — dang!"
The Holy Buddha did not move, like Mount Meru standing majestically in front of him. He sat cross-legged, and his stature was clearly shorter than Ying Feiyang's, but it made Ying Feiyang feel that he had to raise his head to look at him.
Knowing that he was already at a disadvantage before he attacked, Ying Feiyang closed his eyes and focused as if he was listening to the sound of Zen. In the monotonous and rhythmic sound of the Buddhist bell, the two figures, one sitting and one standing, faced each other in silence.
"Dang —" Just as the Buddhist bell swayed back and forth and returned to the center, the sound of the bell weakened. Suddenly, there was a loud sword chime that cut off the heavy sound of the bell. It also cut off the Holy Buddha's mountain-like aura.
Ying Feiyang attacked in an instant, and the tip of his sword pointed straight at the real Buddha!
In an instant, the sword lights intersected like clear glass and illuminated the heavens and the earth.
The moment the sword was unleashed, the bell rang and all was silent. When the sword momentum was formed, the bell rang again, just like three thousand Arhats chanting in unison to welcome the arrival of Buddha!
Ying Feiyang's first move was the "Welcoming the Buddha to the Western Sky" style of the Bodhidharma Sword Art, a secret technique of Buddhism.
The move of welcoming the Buddha to the Western Paradise was used on the Holy Buddha. It was respectful and also showed the intention of asking for guidance, causing the Holy Buddha's eyes to light up.
It should be known that when the Buddhist bell on the top of the pagoda was shaken by the Qi dynamic, the invisible battle had already begun. The sound of the bell contained Buddhist wisdom. While it cleansed the mind, it also wore down Ying Feiyang's drive to win, causing him to be discouraged before the battle even started.
However, Ying Feiyang was able to see through the mystery and cut off the bell when it was at its weakest. After drawing his sword, he used the move of Welcoming the Buddha to the Western Sky to turn the bell sound into his own and strengthen the artistic conception of the move. In terms of timing, it was really impeccable.
However —
The sword light was clear and in an instant, thousands of swords were unleashed. It was as if the Buddha's light was shining, covering the void and all realms. However, the Holy Buddha's fingers were like picking flowers. As he chuckled, he seemed to be doing it casually, but he always pinched the tip of Ying Feiyang's sword accurately, causing the thousands of sword auras to be extinguished.
At the same time, the Holy Buddha's voice was heard through the sound of the bell, enlightening him. "Welcoming the Buddha to the Western Sky is not welcoming the statue of Buddha outside of the body, but seeking to seek for oneself, to understand one's nature, to become a Buddha, and to truly welcome one's return to the body!"
As he spoke, the Holy Buddha swung his prayer beads. Without any protection, he directly locked Ying Feiyang's long sword with the fragile prayer beads.
However, the momentum of Ying Feiyang's sword had weakened. The prayer beads wrapped around his sword like Buddhist chains. Not only was it difficult to break, but it also caused Ying Feiyang to lose his balance under the Holy Buddha's pulling. This caused Ying Feiyang to stagger and take a few steps back. His move of Welcoming the Buddha to the Western Sky was broken in an instant.
Although his first move failed, Ying Feiyang was delighted. Although he had a clear heart of the sword, he was still lacking in terms of Buddhist and Zen principles. Therefore, he had always felt that his move of Welcoming the Buddha to the Western Sky was not perfect and he didn't know where it deviated.
Although the Holy Buddha was the Buddha Ancestor, he had true great wisdom. At this moment, his guidance was like dispelling the clouds and seeing the sun, causing Ying Feiyang to be enlightened.
After he stabilized his body, he immediately sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to meditate. With the guidance of the Holy Buddha, he verified the Dharma Swordplay that he had learned. The previous key points were gradually cleared, and he suddenly felt enlightened.
When he opened his eyes again, it was as if the Buddha was picking flowers and Maha Kasyapa was smiling with him. He revealed a knowing smile and said, "Thank you for your guidance. How about this junior's move again?"
Ying Feiyang sat cross-legged and didn't move, as if he was meditating. However, he made a sword mudra with his hand and the Star Ji Sword rose up with a whirling sound. It was like the rotation of the heavens and didn't stop.
As the sword spun into a circle, countless Buddhist lights flew from the sword like the Buddhist wheel behind the Buddha's head. They turned into Sword Qi and poured out. It was dignified and holy. Ying Feiyang used the same move of Welcoming the Buddha to the Western Sky, but it was completely different from the previous move.
"Good move!" As the Holy Buddha praised, he made a lion mudra with his hand. A pure and holy Buddhist True Qi that seemed to have substance turned into golden lotuses that slowly bloomed on top of his head. There were thousands of flowers that stacked on top of each other as if they were welcoming the arrival of the Holy Buddha. Every time a flower bloomed, a Sword Qi would shoot out. It was also Welcoming the Buddha to the Western Sky.
The Dharma Swordplay focused on the movement of True Qi and the concept of the move. However, it didn't focus on the form of the move. It was the same move that displayed different forms at this moment.
Ying Feiyang's Sword Qi was thick and condensed, but it didn't lose its sharpness. It had a momentum that could cleanse all directions and subdue demons.
The Holy Buddha didn't want to use his hundred years of martial arts to suppress others. At this moment, he restrained his True Qi to a level similar to that of Ying Feiyang. However, even so, the Sword Qi was still like the grains of sand in the Ganges River. It was hard to count. The Sword Qi wasn't as sharp as Ying Feiyang's, but it was deep and profound. It was as if three thousand Sword Qi were three thousand worlds.
The Dharma Swordplay was a Sword Qi Divine Technique. At this moment, it was being performed differently by the two of them. Ying Feiyang focused on the understanding of the sword, while the Holy Buddha leaned towards the grasp of Qi.
There was no difference between the two of them. Both of them were unique and each of them was brilliant. For a moment, the Sword Qi crisscrossed and collided with each other. The sound of the air being pierced was endless.
Although Ying Feiyang's Sword Qi crisscrossed, the Holy Buddha's Sword Qi was everywhere. It used offense as defense, and all the Sword Qi that got close to him disappeared.
After the crisscrossing, everything returned to calmness. There was silence and no sound. There were only the two people sitting opposite each other and a string of shaky prayer beads.
The metamorphosed sword still fell short of success and failed to break the prayer beads.
"Amitabha, the aura of this sword is very different from before. It's a pity that you still have worries in your heart. You haven't reached the state of being one with Buddha …" The Holy Buddha put his palm in front of his chest and said, "Young friend, please use the third sword!"
Ying Feiyang looked confused. He was silent. After a while, his eyes suddenly became clear again. He smiled and said, "I heard that there are one hundred and eight prayer beads, which represent one hundred and eight worries. One thought, one turn, one cycle, is to destroy all the worries of heaven. However, you have already reached the shore and are riding on a merciful boat. What worries can you not see through? Why do you need the prayer beads? This prayer bead should have belonged to me anyway … "
As Ying Feiyang spoke, he raised his hand high. The prayer beads on the wrist of the Holy Buddha slowly disappeared. Then, they suddenly appeared in Ying Feiyang's palm.
And Ying Feiyang threw the prayer beads high again. "Since it's my worries, I only need the sword of wisdom to break it!"
As he spoke, a sword aura suddenly passed through the air. Ying Feiyang's body didn't move, but a sword aura rushed out like a flash. It was actually another style of Welcoming the Buddha's Heart. The sword will was ethereal and clear, untainted by dust. It was a completely different aura from before. When the sword slashed out, the prayer beads were cut into two. However, the strength of the sword didn't weaken. It went straight up and hit the Brahma bell at the top of the pagoda.
"Dang!!"
The bell rang again, shaking the three thousand worlds! The prayer beads that were cut into two didn't collapse and fall to the ground. Instead, like the morning dew, they turned into bubbles and dissipated …
And in the sound of the bell, as the prayer beads dissipated, everything around seemed to become "real" and "clear". It was as if the third sword didn't just cut a prayer bead, but an illusory world. Now that he returned to reality, there was still a monk and a cattail hassock in front of him.
However, Ying Feiyang put his palms up in front of his chest and bowed, saying, "This is the first time we've met. Junior Ying Feiyang pays his respects to Holy Buddha! I've long heard of the Buddhist method of Othermind Connection. Today, Holy Buddha entered my state of mind and enlightened me. Only then did I realize how extraordinary this method is. "
Holy Buddha laughed and said, "Good lad, I've really stayed in the pagoda for too long. It's rare for me to stroll into someone else's state of mind, but I've actually been noticed."
According to the conversation between the two, ever since Ying Feiyang reached the top of the pagoda, everything he saw and heard had happened in Ying Feiyang's state of mind. Nothing really existed!
Ying Feiyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was a taboo to barge into someone else's state of mind, but this monk didn't know about it. From what he said, it sounded like he was visiting. Therefore, Ying Feiyang replied with a hidden meaning, "The Heavenly Invisibility Sword Realm and the Killer God Sword Movement that I've cultivated are both killing techniques of the mind. Finally, I was able to sense something at the end. But you, monk, you're not a thief, so why are you afraid of being noticed?"
"Ha, I've been impolite." Holy Buddha apologized and said, "However, it's only when no one notices that you can see others and yourself. How do you feel now, little friend?"
Ying Feiyang closed his eyes and examined himself. After a while, he opened his eyes and said with joy, "My mind is clear and untainted. Thank you, master, for your guidance. My comprehension of the Dharma Sword Technique has gone up another level!"
It turned out that although Ying Feiyang looked carefree on the surface, seeing his Senior Brother Mu Zixuan falling into depravity step by step and ending up in such a miserable state, he couldn't help but feel sad. It was hard to get rid of it, but he could only keep it in his heart. If this went on for a long time, it would eventually become a mental obstacle.
At this moment, Holy Buddha entered his state of mind and guided him to use Welcoming Buddha to Western Paradise three times. The three sword techniques were used in three different realms. The last sword was the Heart Condensing Wisdom Sword, slashing away this worry.
One Thought Clears the Sky, Welcoming the Buddha to the Western Heavens. Not only did Ying Feiyang undergo a complete transformation, he was also able to comprehend a myriad of techniques. The other sword moves of the Damo Sword Art also improved due to Ying Feiyang's comprehension.
This promise of three swords that didn't exist gave Ying Feiyang a real upgrade.
However, Holy Buddha shook his head and said, "Today's worry is wiped away, tomorrow's worry will come again. Although it is often wiped away, it will never stop. Little friend Ying is still one step away from mastering this sword technique and reaching the ultimate realm."
Ying Feiyang said, "Holy Buddha is talking about the realm of 'having nothing in the body, where does the dust bother'? However, it's easier said than done. Junior is in the mortal world after all, how can I stay away from the worries of the heavens? I can't be a monk, right? "
Holy Buddha's eyes lit up and said, "Good idea. Since little friend has such a heart towards Buddha, I'll arrange for you to shave!"
"I'm not! I'm not! Don't talk nonsense! " Ying Feiyang screamed in his heart and almost jumped up. Holy Buddha was still talking to himself, "Speaking of which, when I accepted Shi Chuyi into Buddhism, it was a great merit. Otherwise, with his evil appearance, I don't know how many girls would be harmed. Although your appearance isn't as good as his, you have received the true teachings of the Sword Crown … Yes, leading you into Buddhism is better than building a three-story pagoda …
Ying Feiyang felt Holy Buddha's gaze on his hair and said hurriedly, "It's just that the big monk once said that junior's life is filled with evil spirits and weapons. I think I'm destined to be in the mortal world for the rest of my life. I'll have to eat meat, drink wine, kill people, and set fires. I'm afraid I'm not fated with Buddhism."
Holy Buddha waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "It's fine. Being under my wing, you'll still have to eat meat, kill people, and set fires!"
Ying Feiyang couldn't tell if he was joking or serious, so he said, "Holy Buddha, please don't blame me. The Dharma Sword Art is the ultimate art in the world, but there are many sword arts in the world and each has its own advantage. The Dharma Sword Art can't be the only one. Although junior has the intention to push the Dharma Sword Art to the highest realm, I can't miss the opportunity of other sword arts just for one sword art. Otherwise, the sword art and I will be lonely … "
"Why is it that your words don't sound right, but I want to shave your head even more …" Holy Buddha touched his head, but he still stopped fooling around and gave up on this idea. In the next instant, he sighed solemnly and said, "The Dharma Swordsmanship is based on Buddhism. If you don't study Buddhism thoroughly and want to understand this swordsmanship, what awaits you will be a hundred times more difficult."
How could Ying Feiyang not know that the better the sword art, the more emphasis it placed on the harmony between the person and the sword. It was the same for the Dharma Sword Art. As the ultimate sword art of Buddhism, if one practiced it to a high realm, but without the accumulation of Buddhism, one couldn't achieve the harmony between the person and the sword. It would be inevitable that one would have a demonic barrier in one's heart and go astray.
Since Ying Feiyang didn't have the intention to cultivate Buddhism, other than the harmony between the person and the sword, the only other way was the harmony between the sword and the person. This was also the path that the Holy Buddha said was a hundred times more difficult.
The harmony between the sword and the person, to put it bluntly, was to modify the existing sword art so that the sword art could adapt to the person. It sounded simple at first, but the Dharma Sword Art was created by the first ancestor, Dharma. After being tested by the eminent monks of the later generations, it could be passed down to this day. Every move and every style had been tempered thousands of times. What kind of knowledge and cultivation was needed to modify it under this premise? If there was a slight deficiency, the so-called modification would become a superfluous joke. If one didn't have the talent to suppress the previous generation, no one would dare to try this path easily.
But Ying Feiyang only said, "I know."
The Holy Buddha saw that he had made up his mind and didn't say anything more. He changed the topic and said, "Young friend Ying, you know what you are doing. Then there's no need for me to say more. Time is limited, and this is all that I can help you with."
Ying Feiyang asked doubtfully, "Time is limited? What do you mean? "
"Look, the sky has changed …" The Holy Buddha looked outside the tower and said solemnly. Ying Feiyang followed his line of sight and saw that under the setting sun, dark clouds were like strands, like long snakes, stretching across the sky and crossing the east and west. Ying Feiyang didn't know about the celestial phenomena, but he suddenly felt an inexplicable fear and a strong sense of foreboding. The Holy Buddha said, "'The Qi of the earth is abnormal, the disaster extends to the eight poles, the Kunlun Jade Mirage, the decisive battle is about to begin'. No matter what plans Mu Zixuan has, we can only put it aside for now. Please return to the City of Qing as soon as possible and bring this message to her."
"As expected, the earthquake yesterday has something to do with the Evil Destruction of the Six Realms!" Ying Feiyang understood tacitly, and his face turned solemn. He immediately stood up and said, "If that's the case, I'll take my leave now." Then, he stood up and was about to leave.
"By the way, young friend Ying, do you have a grudge against me for barging into your state of mind?" The Holy Buddha stopped him again.
Ying Feiyang said bluntly, "A little, but I believe that there must be a reason for it."
"Ha, I actually found traces of the spirit imprint in your spiritual consciousness, and that's why I barged into your state of mind to verify it. You can go back and discuss this with Ji Fengming, and if my guess is correct …"
Ying Feiyang turned around and saw a shocking scene. The Holy Buddha, who was known as the Heavenly Master of the righteous path, was bowing deeply to Ying Feiyang. "I can't enter the world because of my oath. The heavy responsibility of saving the world and ending the Six Realms of Calamity will fall on your shoulders, young friend! "
- =
On the peak of the mountain, Hu Mei 'er looked at the dark clouds in the sky, trying hard to smooth her hair that was blown by the wind. She muttered, "Why is there such a strong wind? It's already late autumn, is there going to be a thunderstorm again? This weather is really strange …"
Miss Hu Qi shivered, and looked at Hu Li, who was wrapped in a winter coat and standing in the wind for a long time without moving. She complained, "Second brother, you've been in the wind for so long, have you thought of a way to rescue Mu Zixuan?"
"Yes, I have." Hu Li said casually, "Seventh sister, you go and fight the Holy Buddha. Xiao Jiu, stop the other King Ming and thousands of monks. I'll enter the Sinking Heart Prison and take Mu Zixuan away. That's it."
Hu Mei 'er heard this, and her face changed. She said, "What nonsense are you talking about? How can I fight that old bald man? I'll be slapped into a pancake! "
"Aiya, then Seventh sister, you're really not serious about your cultivation. After I go back, I'll definitely urge you to cultivate the Heavenly Fox Ruyi Technique to the highest level, the Nine Tails Realm, so that you can fight with the Holy Buddha as soon as possible," Hu Li teased.
"Is this a problem of cultivation? This is a problem of reincarnation! I can't do it without dying a few times and reincarnating! "Hu Mei 'er saw that Hu Li wasn't serious, and said angrily.
"So there are things that Miss Hu Qi can't do. Then you should know that humans are sometimes limited, and demons are the same." Hu Li's tone gradually became formal. He said, "If the Holy Buddha is easy to kill, and if the Buddhist Heart Monastery is easy to break into, why would the emperor confront him for a hundred years? Time, battle power, strategy … If we want to kill the Buddha, the whole demon world needs more preparation … "
Hu Mei 'er asked, "Then where do we start …"
Hu Li spread his hands and said, "Of course we start from going back. The operation to snatch the Tomes of Arcane has failed. Although there's Xiao Jiu's Pupil Sorcery to monitor, we're not safe in the Path of Heaven. The power that your second brother borrowed is going to dissipate soon. If we don't go back now, it'll be hard for us to go back."
"You also know that it's not safe. Since you can't think of a way, you still have to stand on the mountain peak and make such a dent. Xiao Jiu, come to me, lest I implicate you when the lightning strikes your second brother!" Hu Mei 'er looked at Hu Li with disgust and pulled Hu Yan, who was on the lookout, to her side.
But as soon as she said that, there was really a lightning strike. The electric arc struck not far away, and then the sound of thunder rolled over. Hu Mei 'er was shocked, and her pretty face turned pale as she muttered, "It's really thunder … What kind of weather is this …"
Hu Li, on the other hand, stood there without moving. His fur coat fluttered in the wind as he said, "I stood there without moving just now because during this pursuit, there was one person whose performance was truly worth pondering …"
Hu Li raised his head. Under a pair of thick white eyebrows, his deep eyes stared straight at the chaotic sky. He seemed to be talking to himself, but also asking, "Is this the result you want to see?"
- =
Mount Qing Cheng.
Inexplicably, the wind and rain blew. Bean-sized raindrops knocked on the doors and windows, making noises.
But compared to the storm brewing in the quiet room, it was not worth mentioning.
There were only three people in the room, Su Miaoyin, Xu Tingxian, and Shen Yizhi.
"… That's what happened. Mu Zixuan took the initiative to go to Buddha Heart Zen Temple. This time, the siege failed." Looking at the burning sandalwood incense on the incense burner, one knew that Shen Yizhi had been talking for a long time and finally ended.
Su Miaoyin frowned and pondered, and asked, "What happened next? How will the Holy Buddha deal with Mu Zixuan? "
"I don't know. But since Mu Zixuan dared to walk into the trap, she must have a bargaining chip to avoid death. It's not hard to guess what will happen next." Shen Yizhi answered expressionlessly.
Seeing Shen Yizhi's cold answer, Xu Tingxian made up for him. "As for how to deal with it, Ji Fengming and Ying Feiyang have already gone to observe. They will bring back the news later. But we felt that the earthquake the day before yesterday and the thunderstorm today came inexplicably, so we first rushed back to ask Lord Su about the situation."
"It has nothing to do with me." Shen Yizhi bowed, taking out a token and offering it up. "Because Sect Master hid in the shadows, it was inconvenient for you to take action. This Shen accepted the order in the face of danger and laid out the plan. Although I boasted about it, in the end, it was all for naught. The encirclement failed, allowing Mu Zixuan to escape with his life. It is because this Shen is not skilled enough and has failed to live up to Sect Master Su's expectations.
Su Miaoyin sighed. "Getting rid of her claws and teeth, encircling three and letting one go, exhausting her strength. Your strategy was correct. Even if I were to make a plan, I wouldn't have a better strategy. The failure of this siege is not your fault. Why do you blame yourself?"
Shen Yizhi still said, "I failed after all the schemes. A failure is a failure. I don't need to shirk my responsibility. I just hope that I can learn more in the future and get back today's defeat. Now, I only ask Lord Su to take back the token."
Taking back the token showed Shen Yizhi's intention to resign. Seeing his determination, Su Miaoyin gently shook her head and finally took back the token.
"I'll have to trouble Lord Su for the rest. I don't have the face to stay any longer. I'll take my leave first." Shen Yizhi said and turned to leave.
"Alas, this junior of mine is too rude. It's no wonder. He has always been arrogant, but he failed the first time he made a move. Lord Su, I'll go and persuade him first." Seeing this, Xu Tingxian hurriedly apologized and then rushed out of the room.
The wind and rain outside were fierce. Shen Yizhi held an umbrella and walked forward alone. Xu Tingxian braved the rain and went into the umbrella. He said, "Wait for me, wait for me. The wind and rain came suddenly. You don't mind holding an umbrella to block the rain for me, do you?"
Shen Yizhi said coldly, "An umbrella is light and thin. It's not enough to cover myself. I mind it very much."
Xu Tingxian laughed. "Ha, a person who creates wind and rain is also afraid of being hit by wind and rain?" The edge of the umbrella covered Xu Tingxian's eyes. Behind the curtain of rain, only the lower half of his face could be seen. He said this with a smile, but there was no smile at the corner of his lips. "Actually, you didn't really miscalculate …"
In a split second, lightning streaked across the sky.
The umbrella in Shen Yizhi's hands was blown askew by the wind. His sleeves were drenched, but Shen Yizhi quickly straightened the umbrella and said, "If you want to console me, you don't have to. I'm not a sore loser."
"You're a sore loser. Perhaps you don't care about winning or losing. I only feel that under that kind of advantage, if you really wanted Mu Zixuan to die, he absolutely wouldn't have the possibility of escaping alive. Unless …" Xu Tingxian didn't continue speaking, but the instant the umbrella was blown up by the wind, his eyes were revealed. Within those eyes was the color of suspicion.
Shen Yizhi said without a ripple, "You overestimate me and underestimate Mu Zixuan. Whether it's cultivation, tenacity, intelligence, ruthlessness, or the desire to live, Mu Zixuan can be called a dragon among men. Furthermore, he has the fortune of the heavens. Killing him isn't an easy matter. Even though I consider myself a wise man, I'm not omniscient and omnipotent. The situation changes in an instant, and no one can control the overall situation. In the end, the plans of man are inferior to the plans of the heavens … "
"Information, situation, gains and losses … These are the judgments of you, Sect Master Su, and Mu Zixuan, these intelligent people." Xu Tingxian lightly shook his head as he spoke. His feet turned, and from walking shoulder to shoulder, he stood facing Shen Yizhi, blocking in front of him. "I'm not an intelligent person, so I have an even simpler method of judgment. I believe that the plans of man are inferior to the plans of the heavens, but I believe even more that you are 'the plans of the heavens are inferior to the plans of the heavens', Shen Yizhi."
The torrential downpour isolated the area under the umbrella into a lone island. Under the umbrella that was isolated from the outside world, Xu Tingxian, who had always been willing to play a supporting role, looked straight at the junior brother in front of him with a gaze as sharp as a sword. "In order to help you this time, I've already leaked a bit. What about you? Do you still want to hide it so that not even a drop of water can leak out? "
Outside the umbrella, the clamor was torrential. Under the umbrella, there was a deathly stillness.
The two great masters of the Confucian Sect looked at each other as if they were having a silent confrontation. Then, Shen Yizhi smiled.
It wasn't that Shen Yizhi hadn't smiled before. Xu Tingxian had seen him sneer, ridicule, and ridicule. But this time, Xu Tingxian felt that Shen Yizhi was smiling from the bottom of his heart. It was as if a traveler who had been alone for a thousand years had finally been captured by someone else's gaze. It didn't matter if that gaze was kind or malicious. This caused Xu Tingxian to be stunned for a moment.
"Haven't I already leaked it?" Shen Yizhi chuckled and waved his sleeves that had been drenched by the rain. This could be counted as a response to Xu Tingxian's "watertight" response. Before Xu Tingxian could return to his senses, Shen Yizhi stuffed the umbrella into his hands. "This umbrella is yours."
Finished speaking, Shen Yizhi walked forward with his hands behind his back. In the pouring rain, he was actually unafraid of the assault of the wind and rain …
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