In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the ice was three feet deep, and heavy snow fell from the sky.
"Buzz."
The Buddhist bell on Bhikkhu Mountain rang, and an endless stream of princes and nobles drove spiritual animals, wore crimson coats, and walked through the flying snow to the mountain to worship the gods and Buddhas.
The entire Xiniu Hezhou has fallen into the misery of disaster. On the contrary, this small and remote place is still peaceful and has not been greatly affected.
The little novice monk on the mountain rode a duck as big as a wolfdog, with a string of nanmu Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and a small alms bowl in his hand. He knocked open the farmhouses in the village down the mountain, chanted sutras, and prayed for alms in the courtyard. Some people said a few auspicious words, which actually made a group of people laugh.
Feng Feiyun walked alone along the wide Jin River through the thick snow.
The broad river surface was not frozen by the ice, and there were still large Red Fang ships passing by on the river.
On the ship, there are soldiers wearing armor and good training guarding it, and there are beautiful women singing and dancing playing music in the warm curtains.
"Those with low cultivation levels have their own ways of being happy, and those with high cultivation levels also have things that make them sad."
Feng Feiyun continued to move forward and came to the foot of Biqiu Mountain. Here, thousands of mountains are covered with plains and jade trees are hung with ice strips. On the other side of the river, there is really a towering statue of the goddess Taiwei. It reaches into the clouds and is covered with snow, like a statue. Huge white jade crystal statue.
In the ears, there was a beautiful and moving flute, light and elegant, and intermittently, like the breeze.
Feng Feiyun's body was lighter than the wind, and he flew up from the ground, looking for the sound of the flute, and came to a colorful plum blossom forest.
In the cold winter, all the flowers wither, and only the plum blossoms stand proudly, blooming in the snow.
When you walk into the plum blossom forest, you will smell the fragrance of plum blossoms.
Where the fragrance of flowers is strongest, there stands a pavilion.
There were two women in the pavilion. One of them, a woman in red clothes, was holding a jade flute in her hand. When she saw Feng Feiyun coming outside the pavilion, she stopped, with some affection in her eyes.
Another woman was wearing white clothes, with gauze like mist covering her crystal clear jade body. She was boiling a pot of tea, and the clay teapot exuded the fragrance of plum blossoms.
Her figure was as slender as the crescent moon, and her temperament was as elegant as a lotus. She stretched out her slender jade fingers to pick up the teapot and poured out two cups of hot tea, "Please."
Feng Feiyun stared at her, walked into the pavilion fearlessly, sat opposite her, and picked up the tea cup.
At this time, a gust of cold wind blew over, carrying a piece of snow and plum blossoms flying over the vermilion pavilion. One of the plum blossoms fell into the teacup, the color was crimson, beautiful and coquettish.
Feng Feiyun took a light sip, savored it carefully, put the tea cup back on the table, and said, "I didn't know you could make tea before."
Dongfang Jingyue took a sip gently, with a few drops of crystal on her red lips, like rain and dew on the grass blades in early summer, and said with an elegant smile: "What do you think of this tea?"
"Seven points sweet, three points bitter." Feng Feiyun said.
Dongfang Jingyue's eyes were bright, as crystal clear as jade, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised as she said, "If tea is not bitter, it wouldn't be called tea."
"It's a pity that this tea is only bitter in the mouth, but not in the heart." Feng Feiyun stared at her and said, "Why did you come to me?"
Dongfang Jingyue suddenly stood up, walked to the foot of the wind pavilion, stepped on the snow, looked at the red plum blossoms in the garden, and said: "The ancient divine phoenix has given you the place of confinement, please give it to me. I will hand over the ancient bronze ship to you."
Dongfang Jingyue stretched out a jade hand, and an ancient and tattered ancient god ship flew out from the palm, with eighteen iron cloth sails standing on it, carrying an ancient and vicissitudes of atmosphere.
Feng Feiyun did not look at the ancient bronze ship, but fixed his eyes on her and said, "Are you making a deal with me?"
"Don't you think this is a win-win situation?" Dongfang Jingyue turned around and looked back. Her long black hair stirred up a few snowflakes, just like the beauty in the painting.
"It's indeed a win-win situation, but it's a pity that I won't make a deal with you. If I want to take the ancient bronze ship in your hand, I naturally have other ways." Feng Feiyun said.
Dongfang Jingyue's dark eyebrows wrinkled slightly, she took a deep breath, her chest rose and fell gently, and said, "You know why I don't go directly to the Kingdom of Heaven to find you."
"Why." Feng Feiyun said.
She said: "If I enter the Kingdom of Heaven and you want to fight with me, you will inevitably have to tie your hands and feet. I don't want to threaten you with those people in the Kingdom of Heaven. I just want a fair deal with you and don't want to use force." Bullying coerces you.¡±
Feng Feiyun smiled and said: "Bullying the weak with the strong, Shui Yueting, you look down on me too much."?. "
"I have decided to call her Dongfang Jingyue." Dongfang Jingyue said.
"You don't deserve to be called Dongfang Jingyue at all." Feng Feiyun sacrificed Panman's ax, and a powerful ancestral secret rushed out of his body. The petals in the entire plum garden flew up, forming a red flower rain.
The flower rain surrounds Feng Feiyun¡¯s body, forming a whirlpool.
"Do you hate Shui Yueting or not?" Dongfang Jingyue didn't seem to feel the killing intent from Feng Feiyun at all, and still stood quietly in the snow.
Feng Feiyun turned a deaf ear to her voice, and struck down with an axe, carrying the power of creating the world, even a large world must be split in half.
However, when Panman's ax fell on Dongfang Jingyue's head, she did not move, but stared at Feng Feiyun with bright eyes. Suddenly, her appearance began to change, turning into a woman in red, holding a Yuxiao, whose skin was like jade, also stared at Feng Feiyun with her starry eyes.
These eyes are completely different from Dongfang Jingyue's eyes. They are full of ethereal and have an otherworldly aura about them.
This is Ye Xiaoxiang.
There was just a faint smile on her face, without any fear of death, as if dying in Feng Feiyun's hands was a happy thing.
Feng Feiyun quickly retracted his axe, forcefully took back all the power that created the world, and slashed it on himself.
Although most of the power of Panman's ax was withdrawn, there was still a lot of power bombarding Ye Xiaoxiang's body, knocking her upside down and falling into the red plum blossom rain, with a shower of red plum blossoms all over her body. The crimson blood dyed the snow on the ground redder than plum blossoms.
Feng Feiyun was also struck by the power of Panman's axe, leaving a deep blood mark on his chest, and the sacred bones seemed to be cut off.
Feng Feiyun moved his body, rushed into the rain of plum blossoms, hugged Ye Xiaoxiang back, and gently placed him in the snow.
Although she was not dead, her holy soul was damaged and she fainted. Her eyes were closed tightly and her red clothes were dripping with holy blood.
"After appreciating red plums and red snow, after drinking plum tea and drinking human blood, Feng Feiyun, do you still think you are strong?" Dongfang Jingyue sat in the pavilion again at some point, holding up an emerald tea cup. , took a sip of tea gently.
The scars on Feng Feiyun's body healed automatically. He stared at Dongfang Jingyue and said: "White Jade Immortal Ship, the power of time~ What you just used was the power of time. You briefly went back to the past, and transferred Ye Xiaoxiang's location and yours." The positions were exchanged, so when my ax fell, you became Ye Xiaoxiang."
As long as you reach the realm of the Holy Spirit, you can practice the power of time, go back to the past, and go to the future.
But no one can change the past or change the future.
But Dongfang Jingyue did it, and without a single move, Feng Feiyun personally struck Ye Xiaoxiang with an axe, and then struck him with an axe.
This kind of power is so elusive that even the Holy Spirit cannot fathom it. He dare not provoke her easily. If she goes back to the past and kills the Holy Spirit at a young age, then the Holy Spirit will die.
Feng Feiyun said: "I don't believe that you can go back to the past and change the future at will. I want to see how powerful you are and whether you are really invincible in the world."
Feng Feiyun summoned the Yaohuang Sword and inserted it under the pavilion to fix time and space.
"Heavenly tribulation."
Feng Feiyun pointed his finger at the sky, and suddenly black clouds rolled in the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and endless lightning rain fell from the sky and bombarded it.
This plum garden is an independent world. It seems to be located on the bank of the Jin River, but in fact it is its own space, completely different from the outside world.
"I am the God of Swords, and all swords in the world must obey my orders."
Dongfang Jingyue made a move with her empty hand, and the Yaohuang Sword that had fixed time and space flew into her hand. With a wave of her arm, tens of thousands of sword shadows flew out, turning into a sword rain, forming a sword world.
"Boom."
A huge ax fell from the sky, breaking through the sword world, and the ax struck down, bringing with it a chaotic and fierce light.
Dongfang Jingyue's fairy figure is like jade, her sword flies up, and she stands in the air. The sword intent from the nine heavens and ten earths flies into the sword in her hand, creating an earth-shaking sword river.
"Boom."
The axes and swords struck each other, the heaven and earth shook, and time and space collapsed.
"Feng Feiyun, if you can really defeat me, I will hand over the ancient bronze ship to you." Dongfang Jingyue summoned the white jade fairy ship and stood on it. Countless fairy mist surrounded her jade body. , making her like a goddess from the fairy world descending to the earth.
Feng Feiyun said: "If you can defeat me, I will give you the place of imprisonment."
The white jade fairy ship expanded ten thousand times, growing longerThousands of miles away, clouds carrying hazy fairy energy hit Feng Feiyun.
Time is distorted and space is shattered.
"The four methods of truth and the three methods of cutting down the path."
Feng Feiyun's body erupted with the light of the ancestral saint, covering his body. He struck out with his battle ax and cut through the mist of the white jade fairy ship. He struck down with an ax to break through Dongfang Jingyue's Taoist skills.
"Chichi."
Dongfang Jingyue used Yaohuang Sword to block Panman's axe, but it could not stop the killing power of truth, and a stream of truth rushed straight into her body.
"Moon Sword."
Dongfang Jingyue's natal divine sword flew out of her body, repelling the truth-slaying power.
"Bang."
The Moon Sword, Yaohuang Sword, and Panman Ax were all blown away by the terrifying force at the same time.
The moon sword flew past Feng Feiyun's waist, tearing apart the body of the ancestral saint, leaving a long sword mark and splattering blood.
Panman¡¯s ax also scratched across Dongfang Jingyue¡¯s exquisite beauty, leaving a blood mark as thin as a hair and spilling out droplets of blood.