I have nothing but luck

Xie Rongjiao had already walked under the scorching sun for almost a day.

Where he is, there are no cities and villages, houses and trees.

There are not even mountains, rivers, flowers and lakes.

There are only endless vast wastelands and the scorching sun overhead.

Therefore, wherever you go, the scenery is exactly the same. After a long time, people can't control their impetuosity and distraction.

This is the illusion that must be experienced in order to achieve Mahayana.

Only after breaking through the environment can Mahayana be achieved.

There is no way out here.

This is the conclusion Xie Rongjiao came to after walking for a day.

In the environment, there is only Qingming above the head and loess under the feet.

But he is going out.

Outside the environment, outside the palace, someone was waiting for his return.

So he has to go out.

If there is no way out, cut one out.

Xie Rongjiao closed his eyes and made a movement of drawing his sword out of its sheath.

However, there is nothing around his waist, and there is no Zhenjiang Mountain that is always inseparable.

In the study room, the hilt of the Zhenjiang Mountain sword lying across the lap of Xie Rongjiao, who was sitting quietly with his eyes closed, vibrated, and came out of the sheath with a clear buzzing sound.

Xie Rongjiao slowly tightened his five fingers, and when he opened his eyes again, Zhenjiang Mountain was firmly held in his palm.

He knows where this is.

It was a move in Haoran's sword that trapped him, Qingming Tianxia.

There is only one bright sun in the sky.

There is only loess on the ground.

Never forget even one superfluous thing.

Of course it was clean.

Of course, the world is so green that only the arrogance between heaven and earth is left.

Xie Rongjiao also understood where the problem of Qingming Tianxia came from.

He draws his sword and moves eastward.

The sword energy crossed the barren land, leaving a ravine more than ten feet deep, as deep as the traces washed out by the river's stream for years.The light of the sword gathers in the gully like water waves, under the blue sky and bright sun, the brilliance is as bright as a mirror, like a bright galaxy falling in the loess.

The countless sword shadows gradually merged into one.Countless roads of different depths, the gullies in the southeast and northwest slowly move together, and gradually the small ditches and canals that have been playing around since childhood have turned into a majestic and majestic river that runs through the mountains and rivers, rushing like thunder and roaring.

Xie Rongjiao held Zhenjiang Mountain and stood on top of the river, with his clothes flying.

Zhenjiang Mountain is in the hand, and Jiangjinghang is outside.

Xie Rongjiao is very clear about what he wants to do.

There was a wave on the big river that suddenly rose up, rolling out tens of feet, and the momentum seemed to swallow the mountains and rivers in one go.

The top of the wave just sent Xie Rongjiao to the sky.

He flew with his wide sleeves like a phoenix bird's unfurled tail feathers when it soars. Taking advantage of the momentum, he turned his sword and slashed at the daylight in the sky, like splitting the daytime in two.

The big river under his feet was wave after wave, wave after wave, and the momentum was getting higher and higher. The river broke away from the gully on the ground and rushed to the sky along with Zhenjiang Mountain.

There is a poem in ancient times that "the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky", which describes the turbulent momentum of the river, which is often compared with the water in the sky.

But there is no precedent for water on the ground vertically piercing the sky.

There was a crash, like porcelain falling to the ground, a bright mirror shattered, and cracks and gaps in the blue sky.

The Dongliu River kept going, sending Xie Rongjiao out of the sky.

A place where people are alive is called the world.

The Qing Ming Tianxia understood by Xie Rongjiao before was only filled with awe-inspiring energy, it was too clean, too pure, but it went to the extreme in a lifeless manner, losing the original intention of this style.

Fortunately, Dongliu is the sages and sages crying about the past and the past, and the thousand-year-old romance has become a style of Dongliu Shui's feelings. It just makes up for the lack of Qingming Tianxia with the heavy popularity of vertical and horizontal history.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, there is no stagnation in the figure of the Qingming world.

The aura is like a river flowing eastward under his sword, continuously pouring towards Xie Rongjiao.

The Mahayana has been accomplished.

There was no one else in the study except him.

Xie Rongjiao still didn't know that Ji Huang's head in the Zichen Palace rolled down to the ground with his eyes closed, and a few drops of the splashed blood fell into the eyes of the dragon and phoenix on the carpet, just like a dragon weeping blood and a phoenix moaning.The civil and military courts of the Manchu Dynasty knelt silently, not knowing whether they were kneeling the unlucky young emperor who died at the hands of the imperial master of this dynasty, or kneeling at his own uncertain fate.

And sitting high on the dragon chair is a woman in a Chinese dress.

As for the national teacher who caused all this with one hand, he disappeared long after the sword that killed Ji Huang.

But Xie Rongjiao knew what he was going to do.

His voice was as steady as the Zhenjiang mountain in his hand, his breath sank to his dantian, and he raised his voice, "Get out."

Ji Huang is dead, but the priest of the Zhou family is still alive.

The national teacher said before he broke through: "Leave Ji Huang to me to deal with. Half of my part is missing in the imperial palace formation, and the rest is not enough. Jiang Jingxing is enough to deal with it."

It's a pity that Xie Rongjiao didn't want to wait for Jiang Jingxing to smash the remaining priest in the Zhou family.

He prefers to hammer himself.

Xie Rongjiao's voice spread far and wide to every corner of the palace, whether it was the palace servants in the laundry room or the cooks in the imperial dining room, it was ensured that no one would be missed and they would not be able to hear them.

But the work of half a stick of incense has passed, and the royal offering still hasn't come out.

It's not because he has developed the habit of a ten-thousand-year old bastard through self-cultivation, but because he is so tired of using the remaining half of the imperial palace to top Jiang Jingxing's Haoran sword, he has no time to teach this ignorant junior .

Worship does not teach, someone wants to teach him.

The courtiers who were still standing stupidly in the court hall seemed to have finally found something that could show their sense of existence, and they were gearing up to maintain the majesty of the Zhou family that had been trampled on the ground.

Empress Jiang's words poured down like a basin of cold water, extinguishing the small thoughts of the ministers who were about to move: "Did you forget what the national teacher said just now?"

"My Zhou family established the country not for one person, but for all people. Those like Ji Huang who harm all people for one person's selfishness, kill them quickly, and they will not be destroyed or established!"

Her voice was sonorous and forceful, shaking the officials who were about to show off their bravery and loyalty into shrunken quails.

No matter what Empress Jiang said in the Zichen Palace, which was far away from Xie Rongjiao, the result was that Xie Rongjiao waited patiently for a stick of incense, no one got out, and no one paid attention to him.

It can be said to be very unpopular, desolate and embarrassing.

"Then I'll come find you."

Suddenly the foundation of the entire palace trembled.

The officials in the Zichen Palace have directly evolved from quails to ostriches, the kind who wish they could bury their heads in the ground.

Only Empress Jiang still sat firmly on the throne, and the eight winds did not move.

The priest who was confronting Jiang Jingxing across a dragon-tiger formation twitched his eyebrows, and suddenly had the idea of ​​wanting to subdue Jiang Jingxing.

He returned Jiang Jingxing's precious son of the Xie family to him, can't he stop beating him?

"No." Jiang Jingxing seemed to have the ability to read minds, so he said as a matter of course, "Do I want to lose face?"

At that time, if he fights with the priest for a long time, although he should be transferred to the dragon and tiger formation if he is successful, but after all, he has been fighting for a long time, and the head is really taken by Ah Ci. Does he not want to lose face as a master?

What caused the foundation of the palace to vibrate was the rumbling water of the outer moat.

They seemed to have completely forgotten their purpose and the object they were protecting, and they turned around and rushed towards the Hanyuan Hall with the momentum of the wind and thunder.

Hanyuan Hall where "thousands of officials worship Hanyuan".

The main hall of the imperial palace, where the face of the Zhou family is located.

It is also the place where the keel of Haojing is buried, and the first eye of the dragon and tiger formation in the imperial palace.

The hanging river in the sky paused slightly, and then divided into three forks, like a giant dragon among the clouds poking out its head proudly, shaking its head and tail to show its majesty.

Like a hanging waterfall hanging upside down, the river and the sea in the air.

Jiang Liu went to the three halls of Hanyuan, Zichen and Penglai respectively.

The place where the political affairs, the emperor and the queen are respectively located.

It is also the center of the palace formation.

Three turbulent rivers connect these three points together.

Given that Jiang Jingxing and Xie Rongjiao share the same mind, even if they are separated in two places, they can clearly understand what the other party wants to do according to the momentum of the other party when he strikes the sword.

At the same time, the awe-inspiring energy poured out overwhelmingly, swearing not to give up unless it engulfed these three hubs along with the river current.

Xie Rongjiao who held the sword was stunned.

Those disturbing thoughts, accompanied by the worry and anger caused by Ji Huang's setup, and even the most steadfast support for him to break through the illusion to see Jiang Jingxing dissipated in his mind like smoke.

There is only a piece of clarity left, like a blessing to the soul, and the opportunity comes suddenly.

It is said that the sage of the Xie family thousands of years ago saw the great river flowing eastward, and he felt it and initiated the second style of eternal flow eastward.

Generally correct, but there are omissions.

The sage saw the trend of the great river first, beat his chest and stamped his feet, and cried loudly, saying: "The general trend of the world is flowing eastward, how can one person and one person restore it? How will it work?"

So it went eastward.

After the eastward flow started, the sage's crying gradually stopped, and he laughed wildly: "Although the general trend of the world is like the eastward flow, there must be something that will last forever in the general trend."

So from the ages.

Crying and laughing, eternal life.

After thousands of years, there were occasional people who were truly talented and talented who could comprehend Dongliu under the sage, but no one used that trick for thousands of years.

There is no eternal east flow, like a person lacking his soul, it is difficult to have one-third of the original taste.

Xie Rongjiao was stunned, the sword was a little weak.

In their battles at this level, if there is an occasional small flaw, it is enough to kill them.

The priest manipulating the formation saw Xie Rongjiao's stunned look, and immediately stopped hesitating. A golden dragon and a white tiger appeared in the air with their teeth and claws outstretched, and the coercive roar shook the broken tiles all over the palace.

It's a pity that it didn't last long before it was smashed to pieces by Haoran's sword energy, and there was no phantom to be found.

The priest asked Jiang Jingxing, "Is it worth it?"

But he tried his best to smash the dragon-tiger formation with one blow, crushing the aura left by the second of the four spirits, even Jiang Jingxing would be hindered by the undispelled aura, and his spiritual power was slightly stagnant.

It is tantamount to sending the dead spot of Buddhism to the worshiper.

The momentum of Jiang Jingxing's sword unabated, and he was not disturbed by the words of the offering.

The reason why he was able to use the Grand Virtue Sword was only because of the Grand Virtue in his heart.

"He is the arrogance in my heart, the true meaning on the sword, do you think it is worth it?"

Like the witty words of the gods and Buddhas in the sky, they hit Xie Rongjiao's heart heavily.

He suddenly understood.

The general trend of the world is flowing eastward, and it cannot be reversed by human power.

But the grandeur lasts forever, unchanged from ancient times.

Xie Rongjiao hadn't read Qiangu's sword manual before, so he didn't know how to use the sword's momentum and how to transfer the spiritual power.

But he used Qiangu's style almost without hesitation.

He confirmed that he couldn't confirm it any more, there was nothing wrong with this formula.

Under the tip of the long sword, there is a torrent of water coming from the sky.

Don't change it for anyone or anything, but only for the arrogance and sincerity.

It was too late for the priest to say a second word of bragging rights, and he was swallowed under the river.

Xie Rongjiao retracted his sword and turned around.

Across half of the imperial palace and the scattered ruins washed away by the sword energy, Xie Rongjiao managed to see Jiang Jingxing with the astonishing eyesight of a practitioner.

A smile bloomed between the corners of his lips and eyebrows.

This is the real eternity, the blue world.