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Volume 3: Human Skin Coat Chapter 513: Outside the World

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    On the top of Kunlun Mountain, there has never been a state of ruin, and there has never been a feeling of loneliness. Even the shining morning glow on the horizon cannot bring the slightest warmth here. ÏÉ The former fairyland of the world, a single show in the past, as if it was to verify the saying that the tree show in the forest and the wind must be destroyed. This idea is not just one person.  There are those rootless cultivators hiding aside and having fun, making the huge Kunlun a joke.  Different from the laughter and cold looks of these cool people, Kunlun's disciples all feel sad and hate the Kunlun white-eyed wolf with the backbone to the extreme. But more, there are some including  The disciples, including Elder Kunlun, still can't believe how Kunlun, which was so prosperous just a few days ago, has fallen into such a dilapidated state.  Especially the uncertainty about the life and death of ancestor Xuande has poured a lot of cold water on those who still have illusions.  "Kunlun is over, Kunlun is over!" Such thoughts seem to have filled every mountain peak and every place in Kunlun. And outside the Guangling Hall, there are a group of cultivators who, while rejoicing and sneering, don't know where to go from now on.  After the First World War, the old Taoist Qingxu and the seriously injured Ming Ruzhenren were surrounded by the elite disciples of the four peaks and the elders of each peak. They were guarding and defending the Kunlun Mountains, which was no longer blocked by the Kunlun Formation.  , guarding their last dignity.  In a huge square, monks from all over the world stood in uneven camps, either sneering at the side and thinking about the little troubles hidden in their hearts, or watching Kunlun indifferently as if they were watching a joke.  joke.  Although there was a lot of noise, even though some people had already clamored to divide the spoils on the spot and criticized Kunlun, no one dared to stand up first, because there was Qingxu, because there was Mingru who was seriously injured, because they all  It's a true state.  Although the better disciples and elders of the six major sects tried their best to protect Kunlun, can Kunlun, which has lost its ancestor Xuande, still be the Kunlun that once looked down upon the spiritual world? Until the gate of Guangling Hall let out a soft creak.  It was loud, but I don¡¯t know why, under so many people, under so many laughter and curses, that voice was so clear, and it made every monk standing here, and even every monk still  The monks in Kunlun Mountain all heard it so clearly.  There is purple air coming from the east, coming from the sky. As a cultivator looked from ear to ear in surprise, someone shouted: "Look!" That was purple air, swirling around the sky, coming from the east, riding on the glow of the sky.  , it fell and shone on the Guangling Palace. The threshold took a step forward, and the palace door made a soft creaking sound again.  Wearing a purple robe, with a head full of white hair, a face like a crown of jade, and skin as tender as a baby, there is a smile on the corner of his mouth, but what makes people unable to take their eyes away is the man's faint golden eyes. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Hegemony over the world, there seems to be only one demon lord in the world, who can give people this illusion of being high and insurmountable.  The peaceful eyes of the Buddha seem to have only been seen in the contemporary abbot of Jinlun Dharma Temple.  And that man's eyes, in their peacefulness, seem to have the posture of an immortal soaring above the blue sky. Looking down from a bird's eye view, they make people approach him like a Buddha approaching him, but they also have a domineering side that makes people intimidated.  There is almost no emotional change on the pale face of Master Qingxu, just like the flying sword in his hand with a crack.  He turned his head, put his hand on Qingxu's shoulder with a slight smile, and took another step forward.  At this moment, the huge square outside Guangling Hall was completely silent. At this moment, no one moved their eyes away. Almost all the focus was on the purple-robed figure.  Qi burst out from the sky and the earth. From his body and from the position where he stood, it was as majestic as a purple gold sword, thrust into the sky. In an instant, there were winds and clouds surging in the sky, and there were war drums and hundreds of thunders in the sky. Then, the majestic purple energy fell from the sky.  The silvery white hair that shrouded his body was flying in the air as he took another step.  Just like the senior swordsman who climbed to the sky, the only difference is that he does not have a sword in his hand, nor does he have a wine pot filled with a pot of incense. Instead, he carries it on his back, walks in mid-air, and faces the catastrophe.  The catastrophe of the collapse of heaven and earth.  It is to overcome the catastrophe, not the catastrophe of Buxu, nor the catastrophe of the real person, but the peak of divine transformation! Qingfeng Ancient Town is located in a remote area of ??the Central Plains. It is ancient and dilapidated, which corresponds to the word "ancient town"  There is no bustling scene in the capital, and there are no people coming and going in ordinary towns.  Some, just some old people who have reached the age of Jiazi, are leaning against the loess wall, drinking a bowl of rice wine that is not worth a few copper coins. This drinking method is more careful and very particular.  First, he put the slightly yellowed porcelain bowl under his nose and took a few sniffs. Then, taking advantage of the red sun, he took a small sip and smashed it a few times. He was already in an extremely intoxicated mood.  , half-closed sleepy eyes,Looking at that petite figure.  There are few people in the town who can drink at the foot of the wall as leisurely as this old man, which further highlights this old man's sense of superiority.  It wasn't until the petite figure approached that he opened his sleepy and cloudy eyes and said, "Are you done?" There were a few drops of crystal sweat on the little girl's nose, dripping down from time to time, but the little girl with a ponytail  He kept nodding his head and said: "Boss Lao Zhou, I have finished all the work this month. You still owe me five copper coins last month. Can you give them together?" He was called Lao Zhou.  The old man, the boss, frowned subconsciously, looked at the little girl's breasts and said: "Er Nizi, your steamed buns haven't been steamed yet, why are you so scheming every day, so careful that you won't get married when you grow up."  After saying this, the little girl reached out and touched her flat chest. Then she looked evil and immediately picked up a stone, intending to throw it at the disrespectful old boss Zhou. The latter immediately blocked her face and said: "No,  No, I¡¯ll give you ten copper coins.¡± After saying that, he threw out a bunch of copper coins. The little girl called Er Nizi picked up the coins and counted them twice before throwing down the stone in her hand.  , changed to a smiling face and said: "Grandpa Zhou, are we going to continue next month?" Old Zhou Boss smiled coldly, glanced at the little girl's breasts furtively, and said: "Come on.  Well, the old man is afraid of being stoned to death by you." Er Nizi said with a smile: "Grandpa Zhou, I work very well, at worst, can I carry two more tanks of water for your family every day?" Old Zhou waved his hand: "Old man.  Why am I drinking so much water? Do you want me to pee on the bed at night?" Seeing that Ernizi was still talking, Lao Zhoutou took out another five copper coins from his sleeve, stuffed them into Ernizi's hand, and changed the pair  She said in a tone of voice: "The old man's son will take me, the old man, to live in Lung Shui City tomorrow. I'm afraid he won't come back in the future." When Er Nizi heard this, her face was blank and she said, "Didn't it mean next year?" Then she looked again.  Looking at the five extra coins in his hand, he smiled again and said: "Then you will be happy." Old Zhoutouer smiled and nodded, and then said something to Ernizi, Xiao  The girl left with a smile on her face, and looking at Xiao Nizi's back, Old Zhou Boss sighed again for some reason, thinking about the current world, looking at the lonely figure walking away, subconsciously  , took another sip of wine.  A small dilapidated temple dedicated to the Buddha. It has been abandoned for an unknown period of time. It has long lost its incense in the world. The grass behind the outer wall is growing luxuriantly, but it does not cover the low wall. Instead, it is scattered on both sides, in the middle.  There is a small road that has obviously been carefully maintained.  As for the inside of the temple, on the broken tiled roof, a few wooden boards have been put up and plastered with mud on the leaky areas. Although it is devastated, in the courtyard, it is completely clean and tidy. As for the inside of the house, there is a statue  The big Buddha with the missing head is sitting in the middle, and next to the Buddha statue, a simple small bed is set up on the ground. There is also a young man lying on it. His face is unusually pale, and the corners of his mouth are leaking from time to time.  Blood.  Through the papered window, I knew it was already dawn, but the young man had not got out of bed yet. He just blinked and stared at the headless Buddha body for a while, then he grinned.  He said: "You have no head, but I have an extra sword." The unusual silence after that made the young man feel a little embarrassed, but when he thought about the raging tide of the sword rolling over the dragon wall, the young man's smile had already faded.  , it bloomed again and said: "Really, what a great sword!" (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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