The north of the city is Baofu Palace.

The copper cranes spit out smelling smoke in the quiet room.

Yun Qingzi and Xuan Yi Zhenren sat opposite him, with a dark yellow chessboard in the middle, with black and white chess pieces intertwined, like two large armies of black and white strangled each other, hilarious contest in silence. At this moment, a battle surrounding the upper right corner of the chessboard was about to be contemplated and the black pieces in their hands were not taken off.

The strong wind suddenly rose, the leaves by the wall roared, and a ball of dust slapped on the windowsill.

Yun Qingzi held his knees and said leisurely: "The real person, the chess game is unpredictable, how can we exhaust all the changes? We should continue to stop and suffer from chaos!"

Xuan Yi Zhenren said: "The way of black and white is also the way of yin and yang. The best is like water, which benefits all things without fighting. Taiyi Palace has always upheld the ambition of being born and focused on practicing Taoism. Why do you have to participate in the struggles of the world now?" As he said that, he gently put his fingers on, and a black piece fell into the chessboard.

Yun Qingzi replied to Zi to respond to the disaster: "How can you practice Taoism with peace of mind in the world? Can the real person bear to see the white bones in the world?"

Zhenren Xuan Yi sighed: "Since the destruction of the Tang Dynasty, Jiuzhou has fallen into chaos, are there few people who die in vain? Zhao Song is now attacking the neighbors, causing bloody storms and causing disasters to the creatures!"

Yun Qingzi said seriously: "Only by enduring the pain for a moment can you exchange for peace for a lifetime!"

Xuan Yi Zhenren said softly: "The Central Plains are located in the four battles, with the Northern Han, Khitan, Tubo, Shu Kingdom, Jingchu, and Southern Tang Kingdom. They can be said to be surrounded by enemies and the situation is extremely dangerous. Shouldn't it be important to cultivate oneself and cultivate one's character and try to form alliances with other countries? When the Central Plains population recovers tens of millions and the national strength becomes prosperous, we will naturally be able to defeat the enemy without fighting."

Yun Qingzi shook his head and said, "The Khitan wolf is ambitious and has sharp soldiers. How can he sit and watch the Song Dynasty strengthen its national strength safely? Once the Khitan cavalry invades the south, who will protect the people of the Central Plains and the orthodox Chinese? Do you expect the Western Shu and the Southern Tang that are in peace?"

Xuan Yizhenren said: "If the Song Dynasty stopped attacking Western Shu, Jingchu and Southern Tang, it would concentrate its forces to defend the northern border, build a wall of iron, and block the passage of Khitan's southward journey."

Yun Qingzi laughed and said, "The Song Dynasty fought to the death to resist the invasion of foreign races, but the others reaped the benefits of the fisherman. How can such a good thing happen in the world?"

The two of them said one by one, and the chess pieces fell down, but they saw the white chess sitting in Tianyuan attacking everywhere, while the black chess guarded the edges and corners, with a strong chess and a wind of golden swords and iron horses filled with wind...

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The wind and clouds are piled up, the water vapor is heavy, and the green willow forest is undulating like a tide.

The road winds through the forest, and an eight-angle pavilion is built on the side of the road, with transparent surfaces on all sides, the red painted cylinders are slightly mottled, and the edges of the stone steps are covered with moss.

A swordsman with a skin color as copper and a straight back was sitting in the pavilion, his eyes were closed but not closed, and his breath was deep and long, like a volcano was silently accumulating strength, which was the Shengshi Peak of Duxiu Peak. Another young man was walking around the pavilion, scratching his ears and heads, looking around, muttering in his mouth, muttering something, Meng Hu, who had not seen for a long time.

Sheng Shifeng suddenly said: "Little Hu, you are impatient and your steps are light and heavy. How can you do a major event in the future? Remember to practice martial arts first and focus on practicing the heart. Only by being clear-minded can you achieve great success!"

Meng Hu smiled embarrassedly and said, "Aren't I worried for you? If the news is wrong or someone changes his mind temporarily, wouldn't we just go there for nothing?"

Sheng Shifeng said: "It will rain, and my mother wants to get married, so just relax your heart."

Meng Hu laughed foolishly: "After that being said, my heart can never calm down!"

Sheng Shifeng said calmly: "You must forget yourself when you realize the truth, and you must be calm when you forget yourself. If your mind is calm, you will be smooth. If you are smooth, you will be bright when you are bright, you can break the falsehood, distinguish the rules, and understand the truth. If you cannot keep your mind peaceful, you will miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity in vain!"

Meng Huru was blown by the blow, and her vest was sweating profusely, and said in a stern manner: "Disciple understand!"

At this time, a figure flashed on the top of the tree, Gao Zhenghuan and Murong Buqi were flying in front and behind. Gao Zhenghuan was covered with Leng Shuang, and his eyes swept over the figure sitting like a clock in the pavilion. The complex expression in his eyes flashed and he fell to the ground with a heavy foot. Murong Buqi also jumped down with a bright look. After experiencing the setbacks of Chufengling, he had less arrogance and more calmness.

Meng Hu frowned and looked at Murong Buqi up and down, his eyes were full of challenge.

Murong Buqi was too lazy to pay attention to this barbarian and silently adjusted his luck.

Suddenly, Sheng Shifeng suddenly shook and opened his eyes. The divine light in his eyes was like lightning and the sword energy was scattered. He slowly stood up straight and walked step by step to the middle of the road. The long sword was out of the sheath and slipped into his hands. His feet were neither too small nor too small, as if a thousand feet of cliffs rose up from the ground, blocking the sea of ​​wind and clouds.

A look of praise appeared in Gao Zhenghuan's eyes, and the long sword buzzed and whistled in the sheath.

Sheng Shifeng smiled without looking back: "Thank you, Hero Gao, for surviving the formation!"

Gao Zhenghuan said coldly: "It's so lonely to compete for the sword. Helping others is helping yourself. You took a step forward in Wansong Temple. Don't let me down today!"

Sheng Shifeng was surging arrogantly and laughed, "Please wait and see!" He held the sword in his chest, and the sword energy spiraled. The air within three meters of radius rotated and rose rapidly, like a sharp sword penetrated straight into the sky, piercing a huge hole in the thick sea of ​​clouds. Countless tiny lightnings shuttled between the clouds, drizzle flew in a slanted manner, and the thunder sounded like a burst of rapidity.

He communicated with the world with his own true energy and had already touched the threshold of the innate realm. As long as he went further, he could break the acquired shackles and enter the realm of a master.

Meng Hu and Murong Buqi's mind were trembling, sensing the subtle changes in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and all kinds of inexplicable perceptions quickly passed by their hearts.

Gao Zhenghuan was both envious and sad. He was defeated by Sheng Shifeng in the Battle of Wansong Temple. His sword heart was frustrated and he became farther away from the innate realm. On the contrary, after Sheng Shifeng won, his confidence increased, and his sword intent became more pure and concise, becoming more powerful and terrifying.

"President Jiang, Sheng Shifeng is waiting here for a long time. Please give me advice!"

"Why should Sheng Zhanlu be so anxious?"

Before he finished speaking, a man walked straight along the edge of the woods, looking at the world with his eyes, and having a kingly spirit that was invincible to thousands of men - it was the Sword Emperor Jiang Lie!

As he appeared, the sharp and domineering sword intent fell from the sky, as if the mountains collapsed and the tsunami were tsunami.

Crack! Boom!

Two sword intents collided in the air, and strong winds overflowed, and countless willow leaves were twisted into powder.

The surging power surged from the front, Sheng Shifeng's feet did not move as if they were rooted, his eyes were extremely bright, and the sword energy swam through the meridian acupoints around his body, and a faint fluorescence appeared on his skin. He took a deep breath and raised his arm, and a dazzling white sword light spit out from the tip of the sword, causing lightning to break out from the sky, with strange phenomena appearing, and he said loudly: "I'll die in the morning!"

"Emperoring the truth with a sword, you will have no regrets even if you die. Please!"

Sheng Shifeng roared to the sky, and the sound shook the sky. The snow-white sword light slashed away like a world-breaking place, without returning...
Chapter completed!