Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　He lowered his head all the way and followed closely behind the female disciple who was leading the way.

　　In front of the hall, the two stopped.

　　The female disciple entered first to report, while the monk waited in place.

　　Not long after, the woman's voice came from not far or near: "Master, please!"

　　In the empty and majestic hall, it is quiet and solemn.

　　There was only one figure standing in the first seat.

　　The monk raised his head and suddenly took a breath of cold air in his heart.

　　There are such beautiful women in this world.

　　But above the first place, a woman was wearing a long white embroidered dress, and the lotus flower woven with silver thread appeared and disappeared on the robe, which was holy and flawless.

　　With a slender figure and a beautiful face, it can't help suffocating.

　　The eyes are like autumn water, and it gives people a feeling of seeing through the world.

　　Even though she's not a flamboyant girl, she still makes her want to look at her more.

　　But no matter how you look at it, there is a kind of appearance of watching flowers in the fog, it seems that you can see it clearly, but you don't seem to see it clearly.

　　"Junior Brother Liaokong asked you to come here, why?" The woman said lightly, not too emotional, but full of majesty.

　　When the monk came back to his senses, he immediately lowered his head and presented a letter: "Everything is in the letter, and the sect master will know after reading it."

　　When the words fell, the monk only felt his hand light, and the letter had already floated away and landed in the woman's hand.

　　The monk was startled and sighed that the woman was indeed the head of Cihang Jingzhai.

　　The power has long been beyond the dust.

　　The woman opened the letters and looked at them one by one, frowning slightly.

　　After a long time, he said: "Buddhism is a pure sect outside the world, so what the Ming Dynasty did, it really hurts the harmony of heaven!"

　　Immediately, he said to the monk, "Go back and tell Junior Brother Kong, I will definitely help Cihang Jingzhai in this matter!"

　　When the monk heard this, he was immediately overjoyed: "Thank you for the righteousness of the head!"

　　Immediately, he hurriedly retreated with joy on his face.

　　The hall fell silent.

　　At the corner, another slender figure came out.

　　If the monk hadn't left, he would have noticed that the girl who came out later was several times more beautiful than Fan Qinghui.

　　Especially the pure and unparalleled celestial spirit, which is enough to convince the hearts of heroes in the world.

　　"Master, do you really decide to go to Daming to help Southern Shaolin?" the girl asked aloud, her voice as beautiful as an oriole.

　　"Not bad!" Fan Qinghui nodded.

　　"This matter involves the Daming court again, we are outsiders after all..." The girl's words were a little uneasy.

　　"I know what you are worried about." Fan Qinghui interrupted: "The world is in chaos now, and it is the time when the wind is rising."

　　"Especially when I am in the Sui Dynasty, the royal family is swaying, and the flag may be changed at any time, and the country will change hands!"

　　"Although I, Cihang Jingzhai, are devoted to seeking the Tao and do not want to interfere in world affairs, but in the arena, how can I say a lot of things cleanly?"

　　"If you want to protect yourself, you need an external force urgently!"

　　"Buddhism is very powerful. If we can make them owe us a favor at this time, it will always be useful in the future!"

　　"As for the Daming court... As long as we withdraw in time and are not surrounded by the army, once we return to the territory of the Great Sui, they will have nothing to do with us!"

　　Fan Qinghui's last words fell, and the girl stopped talking.

　　She knew that her master had made up her mind.

　　No one can change her mind, not even herself.

　　……

　　The Northern Territory, the territory of the Song Dynasty.

　　A majestic treasure temple sits on the top of the mountain.

　　White walls and red tiles, graceful.

　　Many monks dressed in yellow and red stood neatly in front of the Mahavira Hall.

　　The contemporary abbot Xuanci stood in front of the crowd and said loudly: "The Central Territory is communicating, the Ming Dynasty is too bullying, and the soldiers surround the Shaoshi Mountain! The North and South Shaolins are in the same spirit, and we must not sit idly by!"

　　When the words fell, the monks tapped the ground with sticks, making a sound in response.

　　……

　　At the same time, a similar scene happened almost at the same time in the large Buddhist Zen temples such as Tianzhu Mountain Valley Temple and Xishan Sizu Temple.

　　The Buddhists of the Central Region ordered, and all the Buddhists in the world followed.

　　The thunder in the air slowly dissipated, but the thick smoke continued to roll.

　　The vast mountains beneath my feet, at some point in time, turned into a scorched black pit.

　　Zhu Hao stood in the sky with his feet on the void, his clothes fluttering.

　　There was no sign of Shenxiu in the whole body.

　　But he didn't go, just looked down at the mountains and rivers.

　　Suddenly he said, "Come out, this king knows that you are not dead!"

　　The words fell, after a while.

　　There was an earth-shattering noise from the pile of rocks, and a wolf-like figure rushed into the sky.

　　His clothes were tattered, his skin was charred, and wounds were everywhere.

　　The calmness and composure of before is no longer there.

　　He opened his mouth, and bursts of black energy rushed out: "You... what kind of martial arts is this?"

　　This is not the first time he has asked this question.

　　It was the first time that such hysteria was revealed.

　　What Zhu Hao showed before, although amazing and extraordinary, was still within Shenxiu's acceptance range.

　　He only thinks that Zhu Hao is a proud man who has learned from the past and the present, and has an unparalleled martial arts talent.

　　But the move just now, almost didn't scare away his soul.

　　That huge finger that fell from the void, full of world-destroying thunder, will surely become the most terrifying nightmare in his cultivation path in this life.

　　He practiced all his life and traveled almost all over the Xianwu Continent. What kind of characters have he never seen?

　　What kind of thaumaturgy have you never heard of?

　　But in front of Zhu Hao, he seemed to be a newcomer who had just set foot in the arena.

　　Zhu Hao still didn't answer him, he still looked at Shenxiu with that indifferent expression.

　　The palm of the hand is empty, and the invisible power gathers again.

　　Shenxiu's heart skipped a beat, bit her lip, and her hands slammed together in front of her, quickly forming a seal at a phantom-like speed.

　　boom!

　　The world trembled, and a large amount of golden light spread out like a spider web, like a crack in the world.

　　Vaguely, Zhu Hao saw a tree.

　　A tree bigger than the whole world! .

Chapter 113

　　In the mighty sky, an incomparably huge ancient tree phantom slowly emerged.

　　The rhizomes are sturdy and stretch between heaven and earth like a pillar.

　　The canopy is lush, swaying gently, covering the sky and the sun.

　　The leaves are very large, and the whole body emits an emerald green jade light, like a priceless emerald.

　　The texture on it is complex, and each stem vein seems to have been carefully carved out in thousands of ways, alluding to some kind of avenue.

　　Zhu Hao had never seen such a tree.

　　But he knew that this tree would definitely not be simple, because this was Shenxiu's method of pressing the bottom of the box.

　　Even before, when facing Lei Dizhi, he never used it.

　　Shenxiu's aura began to float.

　　It has become unpredictable, sometimes absent, like clouds and mists in the mountains.

　　Sometimes it looks like a boundless abyss, sometimes it looks like Jiutian Xinghe, sometimes… it looks like an ordinary old man.

　　He put his hands together and sat quietly in the void, the previous decadence and embarrassment are gone forever.

　　His face calmed down again.

　　But no longer like an old monk, more like a god who lives high in the temple and does not eat the fireworks of the world.

　　He opened his eyes, full of indifference.

　　There is not the slightest bit of compassion that is displayed on weekdays.

　　He said, "You shouldn't force me to this step."

　　Zhu Hao said: "But I have already done it."

　　Shenxiu said: "So, you will die!"

　　The voice fell, and an unusual wind suddenly appeared in the sky.

　　It was caught in the countless air currents, and suddenly dispersed, falling into the sky.