Walking westward from the mountains and rivers, it is said that when you reach the end, you can see where the sun sets, but few ordinary people can walk here. Even if they can walk here, no one can see whether the sun sets here, because there is a big mountain in front of you.

Those mountains are very large and many, and few people can pass through it, and after passing through it, it has no effect.

Behind the mountains is a desert.

It is a desert where no creature exists. It is very terrible, but it is only for ordinary people.

No one has ever measured how big the desert is, because there is no need for monks to measure it, and ordinary people have no chance of success.

But monks all know that behind this desert is the Western Buddha land, the Buddha's kingdom, and where is the Buddhist area.

Six thousand years ago, after the war between the human race and the demon race ended, Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism signed an unknown agreement. Anyway, it was from that time that there were almost no monks in the mountains and rivers. Only when the fog mountain was opened would monks come from this desert to the mountains and rivers. Apart from that, no other monk would leave the Buddha land.

As for the monks of the mountains and rivers, Confucianism and Taoism sects almost never go to the Buddhist land, and the wild cultivators were not interested, only swordsmen would go in and out of those places.

To the north of the mountains and rivers, there is the North Sea that is separated from demonic soil and mountains and rivers, and to the west there is this desert that is separated from Buddha soil and mountains and rivers.

Now, there is an old monk walking slowly in this desert. He looks ugly in the face of the old monk. He walks very fast, as if he is about to walk out of the desert soon. There is even a look of fear on his face, as if someone is chasing him behind him.

In fact, he didn't see the person chasing him, but he felt a sword energy. The sword energy had no other meaning. The only thing left was the word "sharp". He walked in the desert and felt that the sword energy was next to him at all times, which made him very scared.

If it were on weekdays, he would not have been like this. As a cultivator in the sea, he would not have died so easily, but it is different now.

He was injured.

He had met the sword fairy.

The sword energy belongs to the swordsman, but such a strong sword energy can only belong to the sword immortal.

In the battle of Xiaoyuan City, a total of three sword immortals with the power of Canghai appeared in the clouds. There was a sword immortal who shot him down from Yunhai with one sword, and there was also a sword immortal who injured him before. The one who remembered him the most was naturally the sword immortal named Ye Changting.

His sword made him feel that it was not inferior to Qingqiu.

Although he had never seen Chao Qingqiu.

The battle in Xiaoyuancheng is something he doesn't want to recall.

But that sword energy kept reminding him of these things.

He looked at the desert in the distance and knew that he could return to the Buddha land with just a few more days.

This made him feel much more at ease.

But no one expected that when he climbed over the dune, the man in white would be waiting for him there.

In a desert, the man with a sword hanging around his waist looked at him.

This is the man he least wants to meet.

The old monk's face looked ugly, and he screamed: "You are also injured. You may not be able to kill the old monk. There is no need to die with the old monk!"

Yes, the blood was very conspicuous on the man in white. I am afraid that most of the white clothes are red now.

"I'll kill you."

The sound floated from a distance, of course, his sword floated over.

Ye Changting's sword was very sharp, even if he was already injured. Therefore, when the sword light passed through the yellow sand, it naturally fell on the old monk.

After the blood burst out, the yellow sand behind him flew around, and it looked like a scene that was difficult to create with human power.

Ye Changting calmly spat out a mouthful of blood, but without retreating for a moment, Mo Shangcao trembled slightly in his hand, and a powerful sword energy poured into the old monk's body. The old monk struggled to control the broken Buddhist beads in front of his chest, but Ye Changting still stabbed him with a sword.

After two swords, the old monk spitted blood in his mouth, but his figure still flew towards the yellow sand. A strong wind broke out in the sky, blowing the yellow sand all over the sky to block Ye Changting's sight. However, after a while, the sword still appeared behind him as promised.

This sword made the old monk suffer so much.

Within a few breaths, Ye Changting's sword fell on the old monk one by one. Although he was vomiting blood himself, if he continued, it would not take long before the old monk would die here. A Buddhist saint died here, and another blood rain was caused.

The saints and sword immortals had a dead knot before, but Buddhist saints generally did not have it with the sword immortals, but the old monk had taken action before, and now he had to bear Ye Changting's anger.

The old monk recited the Buddha's name and countless Buddha lights flew out from him, part of which was used to repair the wound, and part of which was used to resist the sword energy.

Both of them were almost at the end of their strength, but the old monk did not dare to fight Ye Changting in life and death since the beginning. He had already been at a disadvantage. Now he is even more scared, and naturally he has no chance of defeating Ye Changting.

If the stalemate continues, the old monk will die here soon.

The old monk spit out a mouthful of essence and blood, and the blood mist was flying in the yellow sand, and soon created a yellow sand giant. The yellow sand giant was several feet high and punched Ye Changting, but the hand was cut off before it even landed on Ye Changting.

At the same time, a sword light appeared, and it directly cut off the giant's head.

The giant's head was cut off and he suddenly lost his anger and turned into a piece of yellow sand in just a moment.

Ye Changting's face became pale as paper, but the sword energy became stronger and stronger.

He held the hilt of the sword on the grass on the Mo Shang, as if the next sword was about to kill the old monk.

...

...

"Oh Amitabha!"

But at this moment, a Buddha's name suddenly came from the sky.

Along with the extremely prosperous Buddha light appeared.

Ye Changting stared in the distance and saw a lantern appearing in the blurry scene in the yellow sand.

That is a phantom, not a real thing.

But the old monk had already floated far away with the lantern.

On the Lingshan Mountain, which is unknown how far away, a white-browed monk with golden light was looking at the lantern in front of him and said calmly: "Don't blame the sword immortal. This is the fault of the Buddha land. The old monk will take his junior brother back to Lingshan and never let him leave the Buddha land. As for the sword immortal, he still wants an explanation, so he will trouble the sword immortal to come to Lingshan to meet him after he recovered from his injuries."

The sound came from Lingshan to the desert, and it seemed very vicissitudes.

But the will inside seems very firm.

There were only two saints in the Buddha land. If one of them was beheaded by Ye Changting at this moment, Buddhism would be even more difficult in the future.

This white-browed monk did not have such a powerful force when he came there. If his true body came, he would probably be much scary.

Ye Changting looked at the projection of the lantern. The meaning expressed in the old monk's words was very clear, that is, Ye Changting, who is seriously injured, would definitely not be his opponent. If he wants to keep the old monk, it is probably impossible.

Ye Changting didn't like to talk, so he just raised his sword and slashed it out. The sword light fell on the lantern, causing some ripples in the lantern, but it quickly returned to normal.

He didn't speak.

But he stopped drawing his sword and watched the old monk being taken away by the lantern.

Even though he had not been in this world for a long time, he knew that this is the most famous lantern in this world.

Since it was the Buddhist leader who took action, it seems normal that he is not able to win now.

Ye Changting watched the lantern disappear, turned around and left with his sword.

A moment later, Ye Sheng fell here.

Looking at this messy barren land, my body flashed away.

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Luoyang City is probably officially entering the rainy season. These days, there is light rain in this capital of Yanling every day, but few rain can last a whole day.

In the court, these days were quite peaceful. Perhaps because His Highness, the monks of Yanling Academy had not made any moves in the past few days. Since there was no action in the court, it would be much easier to handle the matters in the court.

Emperor Yanling was very talented and made the entire Luoyang City orderly without the intervention of outsiders. Those important official positions, from the officials he had forced to be assigned by him, to the current yamen, there was no fluctuation in the entire yamen, and it only took a very short time.

Seeing that it was late autumn again, the Ministry of Rites had already begun to count the New Year's Eve this year. There were already special people in the palace handing over to the Ministry of Rites. This time, His Majesty the Emperor no longer had to look at the face of the school, and he seemed to be much more confident. The noise in the entire palace dissipated a lot at this time of year.

Boss Chen’s fish stall has been closed.

The big boss of the fish market finally welcomed his second son in autumn, which made the atmosphere in the entire Chen family much better. With this son, Boss Chen no longer thought about the strange little guy before. Perhaps because he knew the strangeness of that person, Boss Chen had already given up on finding him, but just wanted to raise this son well.

Therefore, for Boss Chen, this autumn rain, even if he can remember those old things, it is mostly about remembrance and no other emotions.

Not even sad.

In that alley, Wang Yanqing was playing chess with Gu Shiyan again. These two great players in Yanling had played many games in Luoyang City. Gu Shiyan's chess power had increased a lot. Now, if Wang Yanqing wants to beat him again, he probably has to use a lot of effort.

However, this great power player actually didn't have much time to come to this alley these days. The court changed blood and had many important positions. Emperor Yanling wanted to put a few of his confidants. Gu Shiyan, the national player, had always been a free job. He was praised for his chess skills in Luoyang City before. However, this time, he actually held a real power position among the six ministries. At first, he had to wait for him to see his jokes. After all, when they thought, a guy who was good at playing chess would not have the ability to govern the country. However, after a few months, Gu Shiyan did not show any timidity, and was even quite familiar with those political affairs. This made the important officials in the court look at him with admiration, and naturally he had less leisure time.

Putting a piece on the chessboard, Gu Shiyan rubbed his eyes, and then asked with a smile: "Mr. Yanqing is also a talented person, why is he willing to be frustrated in the Ministry of Justice?"

Wang Yanqing is a minister of the Ministry of Justice and is also a person that Emperor Yanling trusts very much. Over the past few days, he has rejected the request that Emperor Yanling asks him to take important positions in the court.

Wang Yanqing smiled and said, "I am a blind man, can't even see it rains? How can I see the general trend of Yanling clearly?"

Hearing this, Gu Shiyan didn't care. He put down a white piece and said, "Mr. Yanqing must not see clearly. Few people in the court can see clearly. Mr. Yanqing has read thousands of books. Do you really don't understand the country or do you want to understand it?"

Wang Yanqing smiled slightly and said nothing. What was going on? Whether he didn't understand or didn't want to understand, it was all said by others and had nothing to do with him.

"I am a bad person. If I really become an official, I might have to mention a few young people out of the box. If you don't comply with the rules, your Majesty will definitely not be able to deal with it. At that time, you will have a problem for your Majesty, and both sides will be difficult."

After Gu Shiyan looked at Wang Yanqing putting down the chess piece, he asked tentatively: "Mr. Yanqing is talking about Chen Bingjun?"

Wang Yanqing widened his eyes. Although it seemed empty, it was not scary. "Do you think he shouldn't be the talent of the prime minister in the future?"

Gu Shiyan shook his head and said nothing.

When it comes to political affairs, these two people are not willing to do it. Wang Yanqing is most willing to read more books, while Gu Shiyan is most willing to do it is to play a few more games of chess.

Wang Yanqing put a black piece on the chessboard, then raised his head and said, "I hope that after these rains, Luoyang City will really be refreshed."
To be continued...