esires that cannot be satisfied, and grievances that are not enough.She rolled up her blood-stained sleeve, and the blood river instantly erupted with a swarm of blood mosquitoes. They buzzed menacing...On the war council table in Jing State, Xiahou Lie, the valiant cavalry generalissimo, pressed his forehead and sighed: “This child is truly like her father! How can he be so worrisome Even at this stage of the semi-finals, his mind is still filled with who knows what!”
Murong Longce's expression remained cold and stern: "What you think or do doesn't matter, only whether you can win. If you win, you are called 'free-spirited and unrestrained'. If you lose, you are called 'arrogant and self-seeking'."
Xiahoulie pressed his forehead with even more force.
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This Murong Long is great in every way, but he takes everything too seriously. I just casually complained about something, and you were supposed to just listen, why did you have to analyze it for me
Although the situation at Guanting might be as intense as a national war, requiring seriousness and effort, it doesn't have to be this serious... You're just spectating right now, and we're just having a casual chat!
Nowadays young people are so serious and boring. The old folks are much more interesting. If the Yellow Monk were here, who knows what would happen...
Thinking of that "Yellow Monk," Xia Houlie lowered his hand from his forehead and shook his head in rebuttal. "No, there is a Yellow Monk. If the Shèli wins, then it's called 'the demeanor of a strong person, the nature of a proud genius.' But if he loses, then it's called 'he already tried his best, what else can be done.'"
Murong Longye silently chewed on his words, he indeed couldn't disagree. The Grand Preceptor was still more insightful!
The two of them were chatting happily.
Meanwhile, Zhong Shan Wei Sun remained silent.
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Although he was treated at great expense, he has recovered from his injuries.
But his chest still ached faintly...
Every sentence was like a knife stabbing him.
Why are people's fates so different!
Jing Mu and the two countries have been neighbors for many years. There were times in history when they "lined up troops on the border, aiming to destroy each other," but there were also times when they "became relatives through marriage and lived as friendly neighbors."
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Cooperation and antagonism have never disappeared, the relationship is rather complex.
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Because of the existence of the desert, the threat of "demons," and the long lifeline between life and death that requires joint defense. Wars cannot be fought, but as they are both in the north and hegemonic nations, conflicts of interest are inevitable.
Of course, most of the time it was between these vassal states that the fighting raged, while Jing and Mu themselves maintained a great deal of restraint.
However, it's understandable that they would size each other up at the riverbank.
There aren't usually any legitimate opportunities to get my hands dirty.
Both nations' citizens are eagerly anticipating this battle. After all these years of debate and dispute over who is the strongest in the North, it's time for some concrete results to back up their claims.
Though the meeting of the Yellow River cannot fully represent the national power of each country, it does in some way reflect the potential for the future.
The world's top prodigies have gathered here to compete. They represent not only themselves, but also their peers, those younger generations they have surpassed.
Helian Yunyun looked at Huang Sheli on the martial arts platform. This exotic beauty with bronze skin made her very opinionated. Although the two people on stage were in a standoff, she felt that the eyes of Huang Sheli from Mu Guo seemed to want to eat Ru Cheng!
Damn it, there's always some troublemaker who wants to steal my glory!
She sat there, her face impassive, while inside her mind was a tempest.
The black-robed nun beside her spoke up, "Your Highness Yun, I wonder who this Deng Qi is Judging by his remarkable skills, he must come from a distinguished family. But this humble nun has never heard of him before."
Helen Yun considers herself a woman who clearly separates her emotions from her career and has lofty ambitions.
Therefore, both the rivers and seas immediately calmed down.
Without moving his gaze, he merely asked in a soft voice, "Why, is the Xiyue Monastery interested in him"
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Yuwen Duo, who was sitting a fair distance away, had no expression on his face but his ears were pricked up. As Zhao Rucheng's good friend, he naturally cared about how Yun Wang and his close confidante discussed Zhao Rucheng.
You, Cheng Yi Gai, are oblivious to the nuances of romance. He, Yu Wen Duo, needs to take responsibility for maintaining your relationship. If any problems arise, he should act quickly to remedy them... In short, you must help You, Cheng Yi Gai, cook this bowl of soft rice properly!
Originally, this nun was from the Washui Monastery! How could she possibly talk to His Royal Highness Yun and even be seated beside him
Among all the Buddhist sects throughout the land, outside of the two great holy sites of Hanging Sky Temple and Mount Sumeru, the Washyue Monastery possesses the deepest foundation. It is undoubtedly a first-rate sect.
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What is unknown, however, is how the nuns at Xiyue Monastery came to know Prince Yun and what their relationship is.
Hearing Helan Yunyun's question, the black-cloaked nun was silent for a moment before saying: "Your Highness, rest assured, Xinyue Monastery does not accept male disciples."
Her voice was sacred and warm, but to Yuwenda's ears it was "duk, duk, duk," a monotonous sound of wooden fish.
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Yuwendu felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that he had been discovered eavesdropping.
Hurry and withdraw your hearing, and carefully look back at the martial arts arena.
After the black-clad nun explained, Helian Yunyun not only didn't feel reassured, but seemed even more vigilant: "Master Yuzhen, I remember disciples of your Wash Moon Monastery are not allowed to marry, right"
The black-robed female nun, whose Dharma name was "Yu Zhen," fell silent for a moment before finally saying, "Your Highness Yun, this nun was merely curious and asked out of innocent interest. Please don't misunderstand. I am a Buddhist nun!"
"Well said!" Helen chuckled. "As the saying goes, men from the mountains are like tigers, Master Tai, please don't lose your Buddhist heart!"
Yu Zhen didn't reply, but the black gauze on her cloak fluttered gently, clearly indicating she wasn't calm.
Helan Yunyun laughed again and said, "Speaking of which, Master, how did you come to be interested in the Huang He Gathering Jadehua mentioned in her letter that a junior sister would be coming to observe the ceremony, and I was quite surprised. She is as still as a mirror, and I thought for a while that all the disciples of Xiyue Monastery were like her."
From the address alone, it is clear that "Yu Hua" is Helin Yuny's old acquaintance, while this Master Yu Zhen is just someone they recently met.
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Moreover, Helian Yunyun didn't hide her confusion. Although they had just met, it was clear that she had already decided that Yuzhen and Yuhua were completely different people.
The black cloak concealed all colors. Yu Zhennü, in a soft voice, said, “Experiencing the world of mortals is also a form of cultivation. Here on this River Viewing Terrace, there are heroes from all walks of life, a myriad of beings, stories upon stories, rising and falling like waves. This nun being able to come for a glimpse would be greatly beneficial to her practice. Come to think of it, it's still thanks to the grace of Lord Yun that I was able to do so.”
It's a small contribution, nothing to make a fuss about.
Hē Lín Yún waved his hand majestically, displaying great air of power.
But then he lowered his voice again: "Your mortal trials don't include love between men and women, do they"
Yu Zhen: …
Outsiders have stories of outsiders.
Every stage has its own beginning.
Huang Sheli glared at Zhao Ruocheng, of course only seeing the intricate carvings on his heavy bronze mask. The other's expression was hidden deep beneath it, and even the eyes were only visible as a small round hole, incompletely revealed.
Her weapon was held in her hand.
This is a vajra that is three feet and three inches long.
On one end is a Buddha's head, and on the other end is a three-pointed pyramidal cone.
The bas-relief on the club is a set of pilgrimage figures.
The "Saint" that they face is the Buddha's head at the very end.
The whole journey of pilgrimage is standing still.
There were three pilgrims in total, a beggar, a commoner, and a nobleman.
This set of metal reliefs covers the entire shaft, leaving only two handle positions.
The two handles perfectly separate the three sections of the pilgrimage picture and divide the magic pestle into three parts as well.
It is worth mentioning that the Buddha head at the end is not any of the Buddhas revered by mainstream Buddhist sects.
It is a carving of "Huang Mian Buddha".
This Buddha statue, of course, is not mentioned in any legends or Buddhist scriptures because it was created by Huang Fu, the general of Huanglongwei himself.
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Considering Huanglongwei's association with regions like Jing Guo, it is understandable why they were not well-received by mainstream Buddhist circles.
This staff is named "Pùdù".
This weapon originally belonged to Huang Fu, who used it for many years during his campaigns. When Huang Sheli turned ten years old, he gave it to him as a gift. He then commissioned someone else to forge a pestle for subduing demons, which he has been using ever since.
In the state of Jing, there was a widely circulated saying: "It's better to invite a slaying god than to provoke Puduo."
The God of Slaughter was the general Zhongshan Yanwen's troop, and among the seven guards of Jing Kingdom, the Yingyang Guard was the first.
The strength of Zhongshan's literary tradition is undeniable.
Just from the name "God of Slaughter," you can feel how fierce Zhongshan Yanwen's weapons are.
But despite this.
In people's minds, as a weapon, it is not as formidable as "universal salvation".
Now, such a deadly weapon.
Held in the single hand of Huang Sheli, it didn't feel fierce, but rather had a sense of compassion.
And even Huang Sheli's fierce eyes seemed like a little girl's.
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While Zhao Ruocheng stood opposite Huang Sheli, he said nothing and did not respond with his eyes. Only under his slightly clenched fingers, the dark golden sword qi danced around.
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The sword qi was like a dragon and snake, dancing between the five fingers.
He likes to practice swordplay.
Natural liking.
He liked it so much that he needed to restrain himself, otherwise he would become too strong very easily.
Even on the dreariest, most decadent days, he would grin and try to learn the Ziqi Donglai sword manual from Brother Jiang San.
The gink sword qi swirling in his hand at this moment is one of many secret techniques passed down from previous generations.
Speaking of which, it's funny.
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Those ancestors created a treasury, passed down through generations... their sole purpose is to restore the country.
I wonder just how badly his brain is broken.
In this vast and boundless world, there are only six hegemonic nations standing side by side. They claim to be the strongest in the land, their gaze sweeping across the entire world.
How many powerful emperors and wise rulers, heroes who shook the world, were unable to replace him.
You want people but there are none, you want soldiers but there are none, relying solely on your words, you want to restore the country
That treasure trove is quite funny, too. The world of cultivation changes with each passing day. Which powerful nation's secret art library isn't constantly being updated
You guys hoard so many secret techniques, but over half of them are outdated already. And the other half won't last a few years either. There are only so many that are actually usable——
It wasn't until I started learning that I realized this. Techniques like the "Great Five Elements Mixed Heaven Step" are incredibly complex and demanding. It would be a miracle if something so difficult hadn't been eliminated by now. In another hundred years, I estimate there will be absolutely no chance of anyone mastering it.
Nowadays, where can you find the pure essence of the Five Elements If it weren't for Uncle Deng...
Just hard work for Uncle Deng.
If you were to leave a deathbed message, and it read, "Remember the aspirations of our forefathers," I would give my life to fulfill your wish.
Before one takes their own life, they must still give birth to a child, leave behind bloodline, and let their descendants continue to die.
Like you, like your father, like your grandfather.
Go away!
I've never even seen what you look like!
Until he saw the severed finger, Zhao Ruocheng had been telling himself this in his heart. To counter that inexplicable bloodline connection, that so-called "ancestral hatred, five generations of blood feud" binding.
He was naturally intelligent and unwilling to continue in a hopeless so-called "career," nor did he want to be the continuation of someone else's will.
He wanted to go through himself, even if it was "meaningless" to go through himself.
What is the meaning of life
He has no future, the more conspicuous he is, the quicker he dies. It's better to just muddle through, enjoying each day as it comes.
Uncle Deng had never asked him for anything, and respected all of his choices...
But seeing that severed finger, everything was different.
He was so smart that he couldn't believe himself.
I cannot be like those "idiots" and forever hold onto hope.
But he finally came to a profound realization—
Escape is futile.
The golden sword energy that danced between his fingers was incredibly beautiful.
Most people present could only recognize it as a unique application of Gengjin sword qi, but couldn't see its true origins.
It actually has a nice name, called...
"The Magpie Bridge Immortal".
The confrontation with Yin Wenhua did not at all force out the true nature of this technique.
Only overlords like Huang Sheli, the peerless genius of a hegemon nation, deserve such fundamental treatment.
Now, he wants to let the world know.
The clear light shrouding the martial arts stage flowed like water. Yu Xi had already announced the start of the battle.
Zhao Ru immediately raised his hand and pushed forward!
The strong compete, competing in an instant.
Huang Sheli has already begun his attack, but Zhao Ruchen's Gengjin sword energy is here!
Thousands of golden sword qi, after leaving his hand, transformed into sword sparrows. Each sword sparrow carried the tail of the one in front of it. With each connection, they accelerated suddenly.
Thus, end to end, the sword and magpie form a bridge.
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This golden sword bridge, formed by the magpie soldiers, was almost immediately after leaving Zhao Ruocheng's hand and fell into Huang Sheli's grasp. It was incredibly swift!
The so-called sword qi becoming threads, sword qi condensing into swords, and sword qi like flying needles and arrows are nothing more than simple applications.
The true mystery of the Qianjin Sword Qi lies in this move, "Magpie Bridge"!
This style has a name, called "A yearly reunion on the Magpie Bridge, once in a lifetime to see this move."
After seeing this move, what's called a "lifetime" is no longer valid.
How fast is this sword
Even if Jiang Wang, down below, had walked the path of a steady and upward climb, or been a veteran swordsman in his twilight years, he would not have seen such swift swordplay.
This sword is coming...
Huang Sheli had just raised his hand, the "Pudu" Demon Subduing Pestle in his grasp barely tilting upwards.
The Magpie Bridge has arrived.
It pierced through not just the distance, but also the aura surrounding Huang Sheli. It was the space she gave a reaction to!
The audience was nearly breathless.
The prodigious talent of the nation, Mu Guo Tian Jiao, wants to defeat his opponent with one strike!!
And this...
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Of course not.
Almost as soon as she saw the Magpie Bridge.
A verdant, oval, jewel-like object materialized in Huang Sheli's obsidian eyes.
A fleeting moment.
It is for supernatural power, enlightenment.
Most people in the State of Jing knew about Huang Sheli's supernatural abilities. Of course, this information was also well-known to talented prodigies from other countries.
The effect of this divine ability lies in——
"Activate enlightenment mode."
It can be used for both cultivation and combat.
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What is "awakening"
Be constantly aware, having new awareness of all things.
To put it more intuitively, under the power of Bodhi's divine abilities, Huang Sheli's combat reactions, combat understanding, and opportunity seizing... would all be enhanced in every aspect!
At first glance, the Magpie Bridge has appeared before me.
When enlightenment appears, all things become manifest.
Huangsheli flips his Demonic Subduing Pestle, grasping its handle with both hands. With the three-pronged tip, he strikes relentlessly before him!
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Too fast, too decisive!
Almost at the same time the bridge of Jianque extended, her Puti Zhuo Mo Stick plunged down.
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And that sharp mace head, precisely thrust three feet in front of her, landed on a sword magpie, crushing it to smithereens and scattering its formless sword energy.
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Because this Jianque (sword magpie) was the very core of the entire Jianque Bridge, and also the trigger point for Zhao Ru's next wave of attack. In other words, the next variation of the Qiaobridge style was stillborn.
People can clearly see that the magnificent and splendid Jianque Bridge stretches across the sky.
A brilliant yellow robe fluttered behind him, Huang Sheli holding the vajra in both hands, standing firmly on that bridge of sword sparrow, his physique was extremely handsome.
The golden-winged bridge of the Sword Magpie, shimmering against her bronze skin.
And the entire magnificent, dazzling Jianque Bridge crumbled before her eyes.
Beauty shatters before beauty.
In one strike, the magpie bridge breaks!
Zhao Rucheng didn't seem surprised at all.
He held his left hand empty, and with his right, he drew a sword made of qi that was entwined with metallic energy, its blade shimmering an inky gold. Then, he took a step onto the crumbling Sword Crane Bridge.
Approaching by way of a bridge.
Before the JianQue Bridge completely collapsed, he arrived before Huang Shali's presence, his gungjin sword already across her neck!
Under the stage, Jiang Wang's eyes flickered.
This sweeping sword stroke had a touch of the melancholy and bitter feud one finds in stories of fallen noblemen!
Of course, the actual methods of application and techniques used are different.
Just like his ten years of learning from Chao Yu's concealed dagger strike, it was also learned for its artistic conception.
Facing this sword, Huang Sheli under the state of Bodhi, directly pulled his Demon-Subduing Pestle back, loosened his left hand's grip, and with his right hand, held the Demon-Subduing Pestle alone, striking the incoming sword at the head position of a Buddha!
This series of actions is simple, direct, and natural, with a kind of almost ethereal beauty.
And Zhao Rucheng's bronze sword was directly shattered, exploding into a sky full of dark gold sword qi!eding thousands or even millions of years. If their depictions are true, they should date back to the very beginning of the Fulu people—perhaps tens of thousands of years ago>Perhaps hundreds of thous...