Nightfall Chapter 4: Tsing Yi Youth

! The world of thousands of years ago is very different from now. The world was chaotic and there were few people-only those who can practice are qualified to live a human life, and those who cannot practice live as dogs. As for the Xiling Temple, it is the kingdom of God on the ground, a paradise that has nothing to do with the earth.

This situation was not changed until the Master established the Tang Dynasty and taught the world. Xiling Temple was also forced to turn his attention to the world. Practitioners can no longer enslave mortals as they used to, and the spiritual world can no longer be as high as before. , So there are more and more people in the world.

This is the reason why the so-called millennial saints came out.

As the Master left the world, many things changed again, and no one can stop the practitioner from re-ruling the world, at least outside the territory that Chang'an City can see.

Several years ago, Liu Yiqing entered the palace with a single sword and killed the Nanjin emperor at that time. This is a clear proof of this change. A new era has come, and he is the first person to lift the curtain.

The world has lost the guardian, the rules begin to collapse, and the new era will become primitive and savage and **** again. Everyone has the opportunity to use their own power to speak their own truth.

The strong man is the master of this new world, and Liu Yiqing is the strong man. The enemies he faces tonight are also the strong. They are all qualified to reason. He just hopes to be faster.

So he didn't look at Zhao Sishou, because although this thin Taoist is a powerful man of fate in the South China Sea, and the son of Zhao Nanhai, he is not his true opponent—not his opponent.

Liu Yiqing looked at the night and said, "Then, come on.

The night was as quiet as water, the sound did not ring, and no one came out.

Zhao Sishou's face was a little ugly, and his skinny wrinkles were a little unwilling, but he didn't make a move because he heard a footstep in the imperial city.

Everyone around the imperial city heard the sound of footsteps.

The footsteps are steady and rhythmic. The shoes on those feet should not be leather, but cotton. The sound is a little dull, like the sound of wood breaking.

A young man walked out of the imperial city.

The light of the fire illuminates the ground as if day and the shadow of the young man is extremely vivid, but he can’t see his face clearly, he can only see clearly that he is wearing an old blue shirt with new gold thread embroidered on the edge of the shirt

—In the Xiling Temple, only priests in red clothes are qualified to embroider gold threads. What is puzzling is that the teenagers did not wear red robes and washed white and looked like a small servant.

Probably because he is used to being a servant.

Liu Yiqing sideways, quietly listening to the footsteps while holding the handle of the sword hilt tightly and loosely. It seems that there is also a certain rhythm in the process, which is in harmony with or fighting with that footstep.

As he walked, the sound of metal rubbing sounded from behind the boy in Tsing Yi, and thirteen slender knives slowly protruded out of the scabbard and appeared in people's sight.

Those knives are like petals, and he stands among the flowers.

He stopped and looked up at Night Sky. Because of this action, the fire light illuminated his cheeks, and his ordinary eyebrows were dazzling very clearly, and his face was a little pale.

The face is also pale. The Southern Jin Emperor's face on the wall is pale and timid, but the paleness on his face reveals some fearful madness.

Except for the flower made of knives behind him, he was holding a big golden flower in his hand. He looked at the golden flower with a pious and fanatical expression, and his eyes seemed to contain extremely hot flames.

He stretched out his hand to pick the petals, and at the same time murmured: "Death, immortality, immortality..."

Pick a petal, say die and then pluck another, say immortality, the last petal leaves the flower stem and falls on the ground, at the same time he said death.

The boy in Tsing Yi was a little happy, as innocently happy as a child, and his cheeks looked paler. He looked at Liu Yiqing on the sun, his voice trembled and said, "You are going to die tonight."

His voice trembled slightly, because he was a little nervous. He had never really fought before, but he was not afraid! Because he knew he would never lose, in the world of Haotian. !

Liu Yiqing did not speak. He knew very well that no matter how the young man counted, it would be a dead word in the end, because although he could not see things, he knew who the other party was.

People around the imperial city also know the origin of this Tsing Yi boy, including the Southern Jin Emperor, everyone seemed a little excited, and absolutely silent because of awe.

In the late spring, during the Xiling Temple Competition, a young man in Tsing Yi took the first name. He did not have a teacher, so a few months ago, he could not practice, but a spring rain made him know his fate, including Xiling Temple Palm No one knows the limit of his potential or where his true realm is. His appearance is miraculous.

In the eyes of Haotian believers, he is the real Taoist genius. Neither the former Ye Su nor the rumored Chen Pipi can compare with this Tsing Yi teenager.

Because he is Haotian's gift left in the world.

His name is Hengmu Liren. He used to be a small servant in Tsing Yi who chopped firewood in Tianyuyuan. Now he is a priest in red at Xiling Temple.

Liu Yiqing asked: "How are you going to let me die?"

Yokogi Lito said: "I use a knife."

Liu Yiqing asked: "What kind of knife?"

Hengmu Liren said: "Chopping a hatchet."

His thirteen knives are fine knives, suitable for killing people, not suitable for cutting wood, but he still insists on calling it a hatchet, not knowing whether it is because he has been cutting wood for many years or because of something else the reason.

Liu Yiqing shook his head and said: "You are too far behind him."

The people around the imperial city kept absolutely silent, so the conversation between the two reached everyone's ears clearly, but no one could understand it.

You are too far behind him?

Who is he?

Hengmu Liren knew who Liu Yiqing was talking about, his eyes became hot, and he shouted sharply: "No one can beat me, you can't, he can't!"

Liu Yiqing stroked the scabbard beside her body and said, "You are very proud."

Yokogi Lito said: "Because I am very confident."

Liu Yiqing looked at him through a white cloth and said: "Our generation has never used words or expressions to express confidence. We are used to meeting each other and drawing swords."

Because of years of hard work and exposure to the wind and sun, Hengmu Liren did not appear to be immature, a little different from his age, but his expression was still naive, and his smile seemed a bit cruel.

"That person cut you into a blind man back then, I will cut you into a dead man tonight, and when I meet him in a few days, I will cut him blind first, which is a wish for you."

"I have never had this kind of wish." Liu Yiqing said: "Because I know very well that no matter how hard I try, I can't become stronger than him. You can't do it."

Yokogi Lito said: "You seem to have confidence in him."

Liu Yiqing looked at him pityingly and said: "If you really meet him, then it is your death date. This is a very simple truth, but it's a pity that you are so naive and arrogant that you can't even understand it."

He looked towards the night and said: "That person must understand, but obviously, he has not reminded you. From this point of view, there are not many people in Xiling Temple who like you."

(Regarding the publication of Jike, thanks to Lazy and many friends for the introduction, the publisher is also very sincere, but after a long time of serious thinking, I decided not to publish it temporarily. It will take one to two years. It’s time to make the revisions and then publish them. Sooner or later, we have to do it. Do it sooner than later. The former sages have already learned a painful lesson. In addition, the Chinese Writers Association opened a youth foundation in Beijing. I thought about it and stayed at home. Come on, after all, recuperation is the most important thing, and I'm also a little bit unsure whether thirty-six years old is still a young writer? I'm joking, I have the opportunity to participate again in the future, I would like to express my gratitude here.) To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (ianawr) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to mqpdan. cam reading.