Legend of the Great Saint

Chang Li Qingshan took a long breath, as if the flute was ringing. In the huge closed cave, a wind was stirred up. Open your eyes, like two cold stars flashing, the light gradually converges and becomes dark.

“Ann, how long has it been? ”

“About three years. ”

“Three years, so long. ”

Li Qingshan was somewhat surprised, although what he actually felt was not long, but short.

In three years, it was three times that the grass flourished, making the child a teenager. But in his view, it was as brief as a finger swing.

There are no nails in the mountains and no years in the cave. This is the practitioner's definition of time.

For the past three years, he did not sit still all alone. After three or five days, he laughed a few words with Xiao An Yan and tried it. Instead, he did not feel bored at all. Instead, he felt unusually full.

Together, they did not sit and talk about a serious matter, often nothing to do with practice, but smile at each other, do not turn against the heart, for the sake of friends, or acquaintance.

In the meantime, the night tassel seemed to report to his subterranean split several times, but the details were blurred. It was clear that two years ago, Xiao 'an had the most ordinary conversation with him, and he could recall every word clearly.

“Any luck today?” Xiao An asked.

“There is still confusion in my heart.” Li Qingshan shook his head gently and placed his hands on his chest.

At this moment, Li Qingshan's cultivation is not the ninth floor of gas refining, but the tenth floor of gas refining. It took him only six months, and he borrowed the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth to get through the governor's pulse. Later, he began to comb the twelve serious scriptures, namely, the hand sanyang scripture, the foot sanyang scripture, the hand sanyang scripture, the foot sanyang scripture.

After two years of absolutely focused training, I finally finished combing it, breaking through the 10 layers of gas refining. For the last six months, he has been trying to break directly into the foundations and get what Blue Bull left him.

At first, Li Qingshan was very confident, because he had a lot of true spirit, he felt that even a hard heap could be built into the foundation.

But as he went deeper, he realized it wasn't that simple. Man's ways of cultivation attach great importance to mental cultivation. If there is a bondage in the heart, the work is multiplied and the work is even greatly hindered. It is the flower that praises the long-lasting inability to break through the realm, not the lack of talent, but the flower family lacks the true spirit.

“The face always has to face, Xiao An...” Li Qingshan muttered to himself.

“Let's go!” Xiao 'an smiled and went on, his eyes glowing and his words laughing.

Although three years later, her figure had not changed at all.

……

On seeing the sun again, Li Qingshan squinted his eyes and looked away at the light of the lake mountain. Everything did not seem to have changed much from three years ago, except that he could feel it. The formation that surrounded the hundreds of households became more subtle and powerful.

Xiao An wanted to go back to Buddha's house, Li Qingshan went straight to the family and came to a fine little building by the lake, which was Han Qiongzhi's residence.

For the past three years, he was most worried about her. Afraid of what had happened to her during the war, he came up with the gas refinery after he had reached the ninth floor. But thinking about it, she may still be in lockdown, even though it was cleared, because of her family background, someone would protect her and settle down. But he had to admit that his mood had changed compared to when he was in love.

Knock knock knock, Li Qingshan knocks on the door.

Footsteps came from behind the door. Li Qingshan was in a slight mood, but when the door opened, he was slightly stunned.

Li Qingshan did not deliberately explore the atmosphere in the building due to the enclosure of the formation law, but at this moment opened the door, but not Han Jongzhi, a familiar French disciple, Wu Gong.

When he saw Li Qingshan, Wu Gong also stunned. "You're here to see Master Han! Master Han no longer lives here. ”

Li Qingshan's heart sinks slightly. This is her residence. How can it be easily transferred to other people?

“Congratulations, you have reached the 10th floor of Qi refining...” Wu Gong is not finished, Li Qingshan has driven to the clouds and rushed straight to the soldier's home island.

Meanwhile, Xiao 'an returned to the island to meet the Master of Reading.

“Xiao 'an, you're back.” A Buddhist disciple appeared to stop talking, and finally led her to the Zen Room of the Master, through the familiar temple and the Buddha's Palace, feeling the breath of life that had once been active in the temple, much less.

“Abbot, Xiao 'an's sister left the gate and came to see you.” The monk's name makes Xiao An feel a little strange.

In the Zen room, a skinny skinny monk came out and looked grim, his hands together ten words: “Sister An, long time no see. ”

“Consciousness.” Without Xiao 'an's ability to feel the breath of other people's lives, he could never associate the person in front of him with the consciousness of the original tall and fat Buddhist chief disciple.

After being defeated by Xiao 'an's sword, he invited himself to the wall inside the cliff cave for three years. After some painstaking repairs, he finally broke through the realm and successfully built the foundation. The clothes on him were, of course, abbots.

“You don't have to wonder, now I am the Buddhist master, the abbot of the Temple of Leakless Temple.” Speaking, the conscious face did not deserve a thing. Instead, an uncontrollable sorrow appeared: “Master... Master, he is dead. ”

“How did he die? ”

“Killed by demons!” Conscious eyes, like King Kong's angry eyes.

Xiao An bowed his head and didn't know what to say.

“Aren't you sad at all?” Ask aloud.

“Mmm.” Xiao 'an had no expression.

“You... you are so ruthless!” Mindful of Xiao 'an's fingers, his voice trembled, obviously moving true anger.

Xiao 'an didn't argue anything.

“As a Buddhist homeowner, I don't think you're in the right position to be a Buddhist homeowner anymore!” My heart drank loudly, shocked the entire temple, and then whisked away.

Xiao 'an didn't feel angry either. She didn't want to be the Buddha's chief. She did what she had to do. It was time to find Li Qingshan. She turned quietly and went outside.

Hear the moving Buddhist disciples, throw them out, or look at them surprised or despicable. Xiao An turned a blind eye to all this and came to Tallinn, where there was a very new tower, with the law "one thought” below, which was the last remaining commemoration.

Xiao 'an still had no expression on her face, took out a golden bead, and stared at it for a long time. It was a reading of the Vajra bead that the master had given her in the past.

Forgive me, I cannot grieve for you, but if I may, I will avenge you.

……

On the grand martial arts field, Han Iron Pan stood on the stone stage and watched the disciples of the soldier family practice. After the baptism of the war, he also broke through the foundations, at the cost of several near-death experiences. He suddenly raised his head and saw a cloud break open, softly saying: "Finally. ”

“Iron coat, did you know...” Li Qingshan also saw Han Iron coat, driving the cloud to his face,

Han Iron Clothes adhered to his consistent law of silence, did not speak any cold words, and gave Li Qingshan a pile of letters.

The envelope clearly says, “Qingshan inspired, Han Qiongzhi book. ”

Li Qingshan opened one package sequentially, the first letter was two years ago.

After reading it, Li Qingshan let go of his heart. Turns out two years ago, Han Qiongzhi had left Hundred Sutras and went to Ruyi County, where her uncle Han An continued his practice. Perhaps because of the lack of response, the latter letter gradually became scarce, the last one three months ago.

After seeing Li Qingshan again, I don't know what it feels like, and I feel a little relieved.

“Don't blame her, she's been waiting for you for six months, one mission, met a demon general, almost died.” The Korean iron coat is an extremely rare opening explanation.

“How could she go on such a dangerous mission?” Li Qingshan frowned.

“There are no more dangerous tasks. ”

“Where are the others?” Li Qingshan's eyes returned to the grand martial arts, and his eyes looked back at him. Three years later, the disciples of these soldiers had an extra sense of killing, reminding them of the SS they had seen in the Han family in the past. Although it was training, everyone's face was full of killing air, like facing a real enemy.

But there are only three or four hundred people here, and there are many new, unfamiliar, childish faces. And the cultivation is not very high, obviously a newly joined disciple.

“Dead and fleeing.” Korean Iron Clothes.

Li Qingshan looked up at Bilan's clear sky and saw a huge and unmatched monster in the trance. He swallowed it silently in the Qing River Mansion for 3,000 miles. The monster's name was War. It's a big mistake to call it no different than it was three years ago.

Without saying what the Han 'an army is like, how can she escape danger because of her stubbornness?

“Want to reply?” Korean Iron Clothes.

“Not yet.” Li Qingshan thought about it and shook his head gently. From the letter that follows, she is doing well and is preparing to build a foundation. It is best not to disturb her mood and influence her practice at this time.

Besides, who knows when the next meeting will be?

Three, five, or ten years… even this moment is different from the old days, let alone many years later.

Li Qingshan and Xiao 'an met outside Yunfeng Island, there was still time to enter the island Zhuxuan, a Qian shadow Lingbo came, Li Qingshan saw her frown.

Qian Yongxuan saw Xiaoan, but his eyes lit up. He flashed forward and squatted down and grabbed Xiaoan's hand. "Does it hurt? ”

Xiao An shook his head.

Qian Yongzhi's smile grew brighter and brighter, trying to give Xiao An a hug, but dropped an empty space.

“Qian Jung-chun, what are you doing here?” Li Qingshan pulled Xiao 'an behind him.

“You're still the same. Take out your Red Wolf. You have a mission! ”

Li Qingshan took out the red wolf card with a slight glimmer of doubt. The flower praised the voice, which was somewhat blurred:

“Qingshan, I heard you left the gate. I have a task for you. It shouldn't be dangerous, but it's hard to say. Let's get familiar with the situation first! Qian Yung-yi already knows about the mission, I'll take the wind for you when I get back. ”

The flower praise seemed to be busy, and after a few hasty words, there was no sound.

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