After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 92|Discussing the law on Lisheng Peak!
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Confucianism cultivators can use the spiritual energy in poems and songs for their own use.
If you want to win, you can use the poetry and songs of the ancients to defeat Fang Lingqing. But borrowing from others is not as good as doing it yourself. Only what is in your own hands is real!
She participated in the Dharma discussion meeting not to win, but to train herself, to compete with these top students, and to become stronger.
Under the surprised gazes of everyone, Qiao Wan raised her sword and went straight forward.
The disciples of the three religions on Lisheng Peak represent the upper-middle level among the younger generation in the world of cultivation, and are the perfect benchmark to test one's own strength.
She wanted to see if she had grown and progressed during this period of time after repairing her tendons, or how much she had grown, and how far behind she was compared to them.
Perhaps it was because he developed a strong and creative heart when he was in Kunshan. To be honest, Qiao Wan didn't care at all about being squeezed out of the circle of top students.
In her eyes, Fang Lingqing is the shining little boss with the red name above his head.
The disciples of the three religions on Lisheng Peak would never have imagined that Qiao Wan had completely regarded them as tools for spawning monsters and leveling up, and as wooden stakes for measuring output.
The young man has a clear voice, and every time he reads a sentence, the image in the poem suddenly turns into a killer move.
Qiao Wan was reading poetry while fighting with his sword.
But the verses he read sounded particularly familiar.
If she heard correctly...
The corners of Xie Hongdan's mouth twitched.
Is this the poem Fang Lingqing just read?
Every time Fang Lingqing read a sentence, Qiao Wan copied it in a deep voice.
Flowers flying all over the sky also set off a waterfall of flowers, which they photographed towards Fang Lingqing.
Don’t copy the poetry of the ancients, copy the poetry of today’s people! And he copied the enemy’s poem!
The facial expressions of everyone watching the battle on Lisheng Peak collectively drifted.
Is there such a cool operation? !
We are all monks, and we usually have fights with dozens if not hundreds. Of course, we have also encountered people who would directly copy each other's poems, but no one would copy other people's poems at this Dharma discussion meeting.
They are mainly Confucian cultivators. Most of them are conceited about their talents. Who would be willing to read other people’s poems!
And now...what the boy is doing...
It's too shameful.
Fang Lingqing was stunned when the poem was copied, and the rhythm was immediately disrupted!
The sword light passed through the rain of flowers and went straight to the young man.
Fang Lingqing secretly gritted her teeth, shameless!
After seeing Fang Lingqing's reaction, Qiao Wan gave him a sympathetic look.
If you don’t know how to be flexible, you are stupid.
Jian Guang's moves are unpredictable, but his attacks are not polite at all.
Hurry!
So fast!
Although the young man's cultivation is no more than foundation building, his physical and martial arts skills are clean and neat, without any sloppiness.
As soon as Fang Lingqing's rhythm was disrupted, he quickly seized the initiative.
The intertwining of the body shape and sword light is pleasing to the eye and admiring.
At any rate, Qiao Wan had received personal guidance from the Demon Emperor of the Demon Realm, and Qiao Wan’s advantage lay in this martial arts. This martial arts skill is considered pretty good among his peers.
Gathering the spirit stones on the ground, Qi Feidao glanced at the disciples of the three religions with different expressions, and couldn't help but smile with his arms crossed.
In this fight, ghosts pay attention to what they have and what they don’t have, as long as the moves are easy to use.
On the battlefield, how can we ask the enemy to only use this move and not use that move?
This is also Qi Feidao's code of conduct.
For this reason, the bohemian and pragmatic Shubu have always been looked down upon by the others, who are neatly dressed and look like humans and dogs.
Seeing that Fang Lingqing's expression was not good, Qi Feidao rubbed his chin and continued to pay attention to the changes on the formation board with interest.
The six major disciples outside Yuqiu were no less shocked than the other three disciples.
"This..." Song Jiuxue said, "Even if this is the case, we can't win."
Doing this is nothing more than delaying time.
Everyone's eyes fell on the young man, wanting to see what Qiao Wan wanted to do.
"In a decisive battle with others, there is no distinction between superior and inferior moves."
A clear and soft voice sounded.
Song Jixue was stunned and stared blankly at the female cultivator in front of her.
Baishan Lake's appearance is like ice and snow, her clothes are windless and automatic, her eyes fall on the jade ball, and her tone is light.
Senior Sister...Senior Sister Bai Shanhu actually admitted and admitted Lu Cixian's method of doing tricks.
If you look at strength alone, Song Jixue would do the math on her fingers.
Elder sister Bai Shanhu’s cultivation level is still higher than that of her senior brother Meng Canglang.
It’s not easy to get recognition from the senior sister.
But when I think about it, it doesn’t seem strange. The senior sister attaches great importance to practicality and does everything resolutely. This is how Lu Cixian’s young style of doing things is very similar to that of the senior sister. It’s not a big deal to get senior sister Bai’s approval. strangeness.
But...
When the senior sister was watching the battle, why was Xie Xingzhi watching the senior sister?
I noticed that Xie Xingzhi’s gaze always fell silently on Bai Shanhu.
Song Jixue glanced at Xie Xingzhi warily.
Fang Lingqing prides himself on being a disciple of the "Li" generation in Chongde Ancient Garden's "Ren, Yi, Li, Zhi Xin".
Although Qiao Wan briefly disrupted the rhythm, he quickly adjusted back and went to fight for the initiative again!
While busy regaining the advantage, he did not forget to start his mouth: "Why, Lu Xianyou is not good at poetry?"
“In fact, you don’t need to compose your own poems, you can just recite them orally.”
Bah! Snapped!
Every sentence of these words simply pushed Qiao Wan's face to the ground.
Qiao Wan turned a deaf ear, her dark eyes only reflected Fang Lingqing!
When Confucian cultivators fight, they always stand still and recite poems and poems. In just a few words, they can defeat hundreds of soldiers. They look very elegant and calm, but the young man's movements are too fast, and he fights quickly. It disrupted Fang Lingqing's pace and sped up the pace of the entire battle.
Once the initiative is lost, it will be difficult to get it back!
The young man in the formation didn't seem to have any intention of winning. Hengjian and Fang Lingqing kept going back and forth, but they didn't make any heavy or deadly moves.
Why does it look like...you are practicing?
No, this is cultivation! !
Lu Cixian is using Fang Lingqing as a sparring partner!
The top students who originally had a subtle sense of superiority were all shocked. After realizing this, they felt like they had been slapped in the face.
It hurts.
You look down on people, right?
Others don't care at all. Not only do they say nothing, they also treat you like wooden stakes and beat you around.
Under Qiao Wan's rapid and fierce attack, Fang Lingqing was a little annoyed and raised his hand to block——
Bang!
Arms collide.
Qiao Wan jumped back expressionlessly.
A sharp pain hit him, and half of his arm was numbed by Qiao Wan's elbow.
"Physical training?" Fang Lingqing frowned, endured the pain, and took another half step forward.
"If you don't read poetry, it's okay to debate."
Fang Lingqing raised her eyes and stared at Qiao Wan: "I saw my immortal friend wearing a lotus and **** pattern. Dare I ask my immortal friend what a Buddha is?"
What is Buddha?
Copying his poems, right? !
Then he will stop reading poetry and come to debate! !
At this moment, the Great Hall of Light.
At the same time as he was fighting Fang Lingqing, as his main body, Qiao Wan could naturally sense what was happening on Lisheng Peak, which was as convenient as cutting a large or small one.
The Buddha in front of him was obviously very aware of the dispute on Lisheng Peak.
Don’t forget that there is still a trace of the other party’s spiritual consciousness on her small **** lotus pattern.
The Buddha's eyes are very calm, with a hint of majesty in the calmness, which is similar to the expressionless teacher checking the students' homework.
In the dream, it depends on whether you listened to what Ri Ri and Ye said.
A drop of cold sweat fell on Qiao Wan's forehead.
What is Buddha...
This question must be answered well.
Refocusing his energy on the trumpet, Qiao Wan glanced at Fang Lingqing: "You are the Buddha."
As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow of a golden, compassionate and gentle Buddha slowly rose from behind Qiao Wan and pressed towards Fang Lingqing!
"The heart is the Buddha?" Fang Lingqing was not afraid and sneered, "Do immortals know this cliché?"
As soon as the Buddha statue stopped moving, Fang Lingqing stirred up trouble again, overwhelming Qiao Wan once again with overwhelming momentum!
While your illness is killing you, Fang Lingqing speaks quickly, hitting snakes and following the stick: "Let me ask you, the heart is the Buddha, so which one is the Buddha?! You who practice Buddhism, which Buddha are you talking about? ! ”
The war of words really begins now!
The hands and legs collided and separated quickly, and they were beaten indistinguishably.
But when it comes to words, he never gives in. You come and I go.
The sight of swords and swords was so dazzling that one could not help but hold his breath.
Qiao Wan calmly raised her eyes: "Then I also ask the immortal friend a question, which one is not a Buddha?"
Which one is not a Buddha?
Fang Lingqing paused, and her mind suddenly went blank.
Which one is not a Buddha?
Meng Canglang, who had been watching the battle silently, opened his eyes slightly and was stunned for a moment.
The flying flowers turned into numerous Buddha shadows in an instant,
The thunder from the sky turned into multiple Buddha shadows in an instant.
Buddha shadows all over the sky fell one after another.
On the square array, the Buddha's light shines.
A sword accompanied by Buddha's light pierced Fang Lingqing's shoulder quickly and accurately.
As long as there is Buddha in your heart, there will be Buddha everywhere.
Whether it is thunder or flying flowers.
No matter what Fang Lingqing reads out of his mouth, it is Buddha everywhere!
Winning or losing, there is almost no suspense.
Buddha is everywhere, facing the murderous intention in this poem...
On Lisheng Peak, everyone inside and outside the Jade Ball was shocked!
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It is nothing to coincide with the meaning of the three religions. Only when you can truly understand it and use it for your own use can you be regarded as the true three cultivations of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism!
A stream of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, and Qiao Wan wiped the blood off the sword.
Dang——
Playing the sword with a bent finger makes the sword sound crisp and clear.
Qiao Wan looked expressionlessly at Fang Lingqing, who was in disbelief and lost her mind.
Are you stupid? You never had a fight with someone in school or secretly exchanged ideas, right?
Fang Lingqing's eyes widened, feeling ashamed and angry, and wanted to attack again!
At this moment, a figure flew into the formation first.
Qiao Wan looked up.
I only saw a hint of white that beats the frost and snow.
Another figure crept up.
The female cultivator, with a shawl draped over her shoulders, descended slowly like a fairy. With a raised hand, she easily defused the young man's attack.
Fang Lingqing braked suddenly.
His face turned pale and he looked nervous: "Cousin...senior sister..."
The words that had not yet been spoken came to an abrupt end when Bai Shanhu glanced sideways.
Bai Shanhu stopped Fang Lingqing's movement.
Qi Feidao stopped Qiao Wan's move.
Boom——
The fluctuations of spiritual power, with the young man as the center, violently oscillated in all directions.
Qi Feidao stood between the two of them, blocking Qiao Wan's attack just in time, and said with a smile: "There is no need to hurt the harmony in the competition."
Qiao Wan's eyes fell on the unkempt young man.
In order to stop her and Fang Lingqing, Qi Feidao had obviously taken precautions. His whole body was fully protected, and his eyes fell on people, as if they could see through every subtle change and mistake, and analyze it accurately.
Is this the monk from Shubu?
Throughout the ages, as long as it has something to do with numbers, it is indeed a big killer.
Qi Feidao is very strong.
It was different from the feeling that Jia Ying gave her. Under Jia Ying's pressure, everything she did was like a fly shaking a tree.
But the Confucian cultivator in front of me was different.
Although he is stronger than Fang Ling Qing and is several times stronger than her, the feeling this strength brings to Qiao Wan can be surpassed. As long as she works hard enough, one day she can reach the level of Qi Feidao!
But now she can't beat him.
It was not a life and death duel in the first place, so Qiao Wan did not hesitate and simply accepted the Buddha's light.
As soon as the Buddha's light dispersed, flying flowers that could cut one's throat fell down again.
Bai Shanhu rolled up her sleeves, but unexpectedly there were still fallen flowers with no eyes, trying to fall on the beauty's face.
Before Bai Shanhu made a move, two shadows had already rushed out.
One is sword light.
The black iron sword behind Xie Xingzhi was unsheathed, and a flash of sword light quickly struck Luo Hua.
The other path is the light of Buddha.
The Buddha's light that Qiao Wan had not had time to retract was because it was in the formation, closer to Baishan Lake and one step faster.
The golden little Buddha statue sat cross-legged, holding a Dharma seal on his hand, and just caught the fallen flower firmly in his palm, and landed in front of the female cultivator before the light of the sword.
The swift sword light was a step too slow, and the Buddha statue pushed her out of the way of the beauty.
In ancient times, people borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha, but now they also borrow flowers to offer to Buddha.
The golden Buddha presented flowers.
How romantic.
Bai Shanhu was stunned. Even though she was cold and cold-hearted, she couldn't help but look up in Qiao Wan's direction.
The young man is plump and tall, washing the ice and washing the snow.
Women are like beating the frost to the snow.
The two people looked at each other with the same calm and indifferent expressions. They looked at each other and their eyes met each other across a distance of several feet.
There was a sudden silence all around!
The six major disciples closest to Xie Xingzhi were the first to notice that something was wrong!
Jian Guang was squeezed out.
The man frowned, the surrounding area was covered with ice and snow was falling for thousands of miles!
Song Jiuxue trembled all over.
He prides himself on being romantic, his nose can accurately smell the scent of gossip, and his eyes can accurately capture the bit of adultery.
Gu Jian Xie Xingzhi, who has been in love for six times, seems to have a slight affection for his senior sister.
Then this young man...
If they read it correctly, this young man is courting Senior Sister Bai, right? Are you trying to show your courtesy to the girl Xie Xingzhi likes?
What kind of woman is she who dares to **** Xie Xingzhi’s lone sword?
Song Jixue was stunned for a moment, feeling a thunder strike strike her head, and almost threw herself forward.
Rub! Love rival!