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The guest of the brocade robe jumped off the star-picking platform and immediately used his light skills. His sleeves floated away with the wind. In a moment, he had already left the Tushita Palace and went straight to the Golden Peak of Emei. When he got to the foot of the mountain, he looked up at the stars again to identify the direction. Then he turned to two valleys according to the path, and suddenly he saw that he suddenly became clear in front of him. It was a small valley. It was still in the middle of winter. Mount Emei was extremely high at an altitude, and all the peaks on the mountain were covered with snow. However, the small valley was full of green grass and flowers were as rich as brocade. The climate was warm, and it was no different from spring. Under one of the towering ancient pine trees in the valley, there was a figure sitting cross-legged in meditation.

The guest of brocade robe slowed down, walked with a smile, and greeted, "Junior Sister Fan."

The man spread his eyes, swept the guest on the brocade robe, and said lightly: "Senior Brother Ning. What is the result of this meeting with the Heavenly Master?" The voice was clear and soft, like a clear spring in the mountain stream, creating a musical charm; but after careful reminiscing, it seemed like aged pure wine, which made people drunk without drinking. And the autumn eyes of the water cutter were even more like the heavenly girl from the Yaochi Lake, without any vulgarity. Although her appearance and figure were hidden under the shadow of the tree and could not be seen, she was a woman.

Even with the determination of the guest with the brocade robe, he was stunned for a moment. However, his cultivation was superb and he had recovered in an instant. Kuaixiu sighed: "The Heavenly Master is dedicated to assisting Yang and regaining the position of prince. Although he knew that it was impossible to do it, he even wanted to do it to go against the will of heaven and change his destiny for this purpose. Obviously, he had a deep obsession and could not persuade him again."

The woman smiled faintly and said, "All of them are people in the world, and this is inevitable. If you really have achieved great enlightenment, you and I don't have to stay in this five turbidities and evil world, and have long since broken the void and left. However, my senior brother said this, but it is a pity that he would laugh at a hundred steps."

The guest Su Yan bowed long and said, "Junior Sister Fan said this very well, and I have received teachings for my brother." After a pause, he said, "Although this is the case, we learn from nature and follow the heavens and respond to people. After all, we are obsessed with the heavenly masters. The Li family should prosper and the Yang family should perish, which is the destiny of heaven. Whether it is for the people of the world, or for your and my sects, it is a matter of duty to help the Li family ascend the throne and establish the country."

The woman said with a slight head and said, "It should be like this. But now Yang's energy is still strong, so she must be more cautious in her actions. Let the Heavenly Master be the light, and we are in the dark. It is not too late to make a detailed plan for a long time."

The guest of Jinpao said, "The Heavenly Master suffered extremely severe injuries and could not be cured without the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir. I was about to go to Daxing City to find Huan Wangzi, so I asked him to go back to the mountain to refine the Golden Elixir for the Heavenly Master. First, it can relieve the Heavenly Master's heart, and second, it can weaken the treacherous minister Yang Su and let him take one right arm. Third..."

He pondered for a while and suddenly asked, "Just just now, purple lightning spread across the sky, and the dragon energy appeared in the sky, but there was a strange phenomenon of the three emperor stars competing for light. This is an unprecedented situation. Junior Sister Fan, what do you mean?"

The woman said lightly: "The purple vein dragon energy is ultimately a misty. Even if the Emperor Star shows her life, she may not be able to sit on the dragon throne. Buddhism only believes in cause and condition. When the law of fate comes, everything will come naturally, and there is no need to worry about it. However, the Emperor Star, who was born with Yang Guang, did appear strangely. Qinghui also wanted to go to Daxing City to find out, but happened to be with her senior brother."

The brocade guest laughed and said, "I really want to ask for it."

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Although the difficulty of Shu was as difficult as climbing to the blue sky, it was difficult to bear the peerless martial arts masters. They crossed Yizhou and crossed Bashu, entered Hanzhong and left Longyou, and then passed through the Wei River to enter the Guanzhong Plain 800 miles. On the way, Yang Jian changed the Yuan Dynasty to Taishi, formally appointed Jile Zhengzong as the national religion, demoted Goguryeo envoy, and promoted Yang Zhao as the King of Henan and other imperial edicts. In a few days, everyone in the world knew about it. After hearing this, the guest of brocade robe and the woman thought about it, but they did not talk about it.

This day was the thirteenth day of the first lunar month. The black-peng boat hired by the two was mixed between various boats and boats from north to south, and slowly turned from the sluice to the Yong'an Canal flowing through the city. For convenience, the Jinpao Guest had been disguised at this time and covered all the elegance of his body. It looked not very different from ordinary merchants. The boss of the boat was very generous and talkative. Seeing that he had previously claimed that it was his first time in his life, he couldn't help but act as a free tour guide, and he flew everywhere and kept telling the various scenery of Daxing City to the Jinpao Guest.

The guest of brocade robe listened with a smile, and was not bored. The boss of the boat was whispering and said, "There is the bridge of horses ahead. The official must know that this bridge of horses..." As he spoke, a bamboo pole pushed into the bottom of the river, leading the small boat of Wupeng forward.

The boss of the ship had done this action thousands or tens of thousands of times in his life. He had been very familiar with it and never had any mistakes. Unexpectedly, the ship floated down at this moment, and suddenly a "bang" sound came out, and the whole ship couldn't help but sway, and it collided with other ships. The boss of the ship screamed in surprise and looked up and saw that the originally spacious river channel was blocked by boats of all sizes. However, under the Yuema Bridge in the distance, it was obviously empty, but no ship dared to pass under the bridge.

The boat boss was puzzled and shouted, "What are these porcelain resentments doing when they stay away? They are shaking far away." As he was shouting, he seemed to move, but the fragrance breeze blew, which made people drunk. The brocade robed guest frowned and threw down a small silver bean for the ship's expenses. His sleeves floated up with the wind and jumped up the river bank and rushed towards the bridge. His body was elegant and natural, as if he was integrated into the sky. Even in broad daylight, he did not notice it at all.

Only a hundred feet away was in the blink of an eye. The guest of the brocade robe had a sharp look. When he glanced at him, he saw two people standing opposite each other on the bridge. The monks under the bridge looked ferocious, and they emitted two qi of ice and fire all over their bodies, looking extremely evil. On the top of the bridge was a young and savage prince. His aura was far less than that of the monks of the Indians, but he was surrounded by his body, but he was not inferior to the ones.

The guest of the brocade robe stopped and sighed softly, and then he felt the wind sound in his ears. Looking back, he saw that the woman was standing beside him without moving. She was standing on the sun-shading bamboo hat on her head, and she lowered the heavy gauze to cover her peerless appearance. He used the method of transmitting the voice to the secret: "This monk in the Indian martial arts is not bad, it seems to be the ascetic lineage of the Indian martial arts."

The brocade guest nodded slightly and said, "That young man's martial arts skills are far inferior. But judging from his energy, it is still the authentic Xuanmen. It's amazing. When will such a young man appear in my Taoist sect?"

While the two of them answered, the monks and young men on the bridge deck asked and answered each other and fought twice in an instant. The woman said strangely: "The allusion that this young man said about the wind and the banners were never heard of. The four verses of Bodhi without a tree are even more profound. It contains the meaning of Zen and has a deep sense of Buddhism. Strange, who is this young man?"

The Jinpao Guest frowned and said, "Don't worry about his origin. That monk from Heaven seems to be deeply insidious. At this moment, he is already malicious and will fight to the death with his next move. But you and I can't stand it... Huh? A master is coming."

The woman's delicate body suddenly trembled and said, "It's the demon monk of the Jile Sect!" Before he finished speaking, his body changed his shape and had already avoided a shore. Under the eaves of the wine shop, the brocade guest came with him and said in a voice: "The demon monk is also from India. Could this monk be the cunning he had recruited?"

As soon as this guess came out, the guest of the brocade robe immediately knew that he was wrong. In the words, the two qi of ice and fire in the Indian monks were transported to the peak, gathering a mantis in a fierce and fierce manner to slap. Yang Zhao used all his skills and was still defeated by his lack of skills. Mahaye arrived in time and used the body transmission skills to perform the Six Divine Arts, which easily cut off the Indian monks' meridians. Then the "Master, Father" that Yang Zhao called Mahaye clearly entered the ears of many people around him.

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A strange man from the generation of the Indian monk Zhu Faran, but finally ended up like this. When Yang Zhao saw it, he couldn't help but sigh. According to his memories before traveling through time, the Indian monk should have lived to more than ninety without illness or pain. He only discovered his conscience before he died. He wrote down his experience of obtaining the 7th level of the Ice and Fire Heaven and entrusted it to make friends publicly. The practice techniques of the 7th level of the Ice and Fire Heaven were passed down through later generations, creating the evil boxing domination lineage that dominated the Simida Kingdom.

But now, the monk in Heaven passed away early, so will there be an evil boxing temple in the future? Is this the first change made to history after traveling through time?

Yang Zhao's mind was a little confused. He didn't want to think too much for a moment, so he picked up the cloth bag that the monk had untied from his waist in his hand, turned around and walked back to Mahaye, and said, "Master, Father". The sect leader of Jile Master nodded and said, "Zhaoer, you have just fought and your injuries are not light. Why not go back to Jile Temple for a while with your teacher and take a rest for a while, and it's not too late to return to the royal palace when your injuries are healed."

The so-called royal palace is just a large mansion for Yang Zhao, and there is no sense of belonging. Since Mahaye took the initiative to propose it, he naturally had no objection. Moreover, after the fierce battle just now, he really felt that the qi and blood were not smooth, and the bones in his chest and right arm were also painful. If he didn't treat it well quickly, it would be impossible.

Yang Zhao nodded and agreed. He ordered the royal guards who survived by chance to bury the innocent victims who were unfortunately affected by the fish in the pond, and the monk in the Heavenly Kingdom, and sent people back to the palace to report the matter here to Yang Guang and Xiao. Everything was arranged properly, and the punishment of the "five tribes" happened to rush over to a carriage and invite Mahaye to get on the carriage.

Mahaye stepped onto the carriage with half his legs, paused suddenly, and then looked around without thinking. His sharp eyes were as sharp as lightning, scanning the crowds on both sides of the strait. The people who were swept were as if they were being electrocuted on the spot, and they all looked down and avoided. In an instant, it seemed like thousands of people were bowing to the Lord of the Jile Sect, which was a spectacular sight.

Yang Zhao asked in confusion: "Master, Father, what's wrong?"
Chapter completed!