Chapter 730: Xiang Huang

White Water and Mirage Dragon True Blood combined. After several thousand years, the Mirage Realm welcomed its new Lord.

All the contraction of the Mirage Realm was a process of approaching and connecting with the new Lord. When this process was completed, that is, after the ceremony of the Water Lord ascending the throne ended, the Mirage Realm handed everything to the new Lord, and then it would begin to reconnect with the real world.

Although for the vast majority of people in the world, its departure and return were silent, for everyone who was in contact or was coming into contact with it, this was a change that turned the world upside down.

The monk lowered his head. These thousand-year-old lonely souls had climbed onto his ankles. He knew that the Mirage Realm could now be entered and exited, and now someone was coming in, but he could not go out.

He had not encountered an Intent Sword that could not shake his heart. A small part needed the light of Zen heart to break, and there were only a very few people and a very few swords in the world that could make him fall into it.

And at this time in the Divine Capital, meeting such an Intent Sword, except for that poet, there was no second person to think of.

"Ming Ming Jianzhu Flying Light, the little monk pays his respects." The monk folded his hands and bowed his head slightly, "I have long heard of your fragrant name, but we have never met. It is a pity that we meet today only to kill each other. Would you mind appearing for a look?"

In the endless cold water of the drifting lonely souls, the figure of the man in cloth clothes and cloth shoes appeared, bowing his hands: "General Chan, respects. Each doing their duty, I offend you today."

The monk bowed again: "Ming Ming Jianzhu's demeanor, love at first sight."

He held the spear and bent his waist downward. Boundless Buddha light rose from the soles of Li He's feet, making him unable to move. The monk straightened up, and the sharp spear tip pointed at him.

Li He sighed loudly: "The monk also tells lies!"

"I broke the precept of killing thirty years ago; I am certainly not a true monk."

Ten thousand lonely souls dissipated like fog. The killing power of the iron spear swept through a hundred zhang of water. Li He blocked with his sword, but his whole person was instantly topped and flew out, smashing into the hard dragon bone.

But Li He still did not use the ability of Flying Light Slashing Life. His figure tore like drawing paper and drifted away without a trace.

"Dragon bone underfoot, soul fragrance can be smelled. Let me borrow Li He for a use."

The sighing sound rang in the water. The man, from somewhere unknown, raised his hand to take, and a massive dragon soul was actually grabbed from the corpse bone by him. The monk turned his head abruptly. This divine object born in the cold coldness had already rushed toward him, as if hearing a silent roar.

His skin immediately turned pale to the naked eye, as if washed of vitality.

The monk held the spear and sat cross-legged. The color like gold lacquer seeped out from his skin, like liquid. His person then molded himself into a golden Arhat.

All coldness did not invade. The monk took the appearance of a Vajra glaring, raising his hand to choke the neck of the dragon soul under him.

Most swordsmen's Intent Sword was often just a sword intent. The twin Intent Swords of the Bright Pearl Water Pavilion, 【Illuminating Water White Moon】 and 【Dark Pearl Sinking Abyss】, were already top-notch in Shao Long.

But under the Flying Light Ming Ming Jianzhu's sword was a world of sword intent.

Those who knew called it "Ghost Realm." That gorgeous, secluded, and strange world followed his sword. Dead things becoming spirits and corpses being resurrected were often the most ordinary rules in it. Changeability was the place that made people most likely to stretch their necks and wait for slaughter.

And often it was sorrowful and soul-stirring. Many times, people died in this world, often feeling that they should have died, to touch the cold, clear clarity after death, from then on dancing with ghosts and spirits. This was called blurring the boundary between life and death.

But the monk was almost unbreakable in his golden body.

He clearly hadn't broken through this world, still suffering from the harassment of attacks from all directions, but there wasn't one that could truly cause him harm. He rejected them one by one, raising his spear like a Kunpeng rising from the ground.

The Arhat appearance of righteousness and light was in the poet's Ghost Realm. Li He clearly couldn't cause him harm. His many Intent Swords had already shrouded the other party, and the monk could hardly touch his shadow.

It was just that to kill this person, it seemed that a frontal fight was still needed.

The body honed on the Northern Wasteland battlefield, in the collision of military formations, the second most important thing for a general was breaking the formation, and the first most important thing was not to be beheaded. Zhao Lingjun didn't break this realm and was defeated by the sword, and even if he was defeated by the sword, he wouldn't die easily.

The monk clearly knew this well. He didn't know why this poet didn't enable Flying Light, but since there was a gap in front of him, he rushed up furiously.

The gold pieces on his body peeled off like withered wood and were washed away of color. He was becoming weak to the naked eye, but the Zen heart light remained, and all spirits did not disturb. Li He did not appear again, and Flying Light did not show his face. He rushed out of this world.

And also rushed out of the lake surface.

The monk was slightly stunned. The lake was full of white fog, with no shore in sight, only heavy rain pouring down.

Li He did not chase out either.

Having stayed in the Spirit Realm for many days, he almost forgot that this world still had sky and air. He stood on the lake for a moment, then felt somewhat dazed, feeling in his heart that he seemed to have forgotten something, but couldn't remember it.

At this time, he saw a small boat floating on the lake, the lamp fire still there, and a figure in a red dress standing on it, with a slender figure, a golden mask covering her face, and a long hair tied up behind her back.

The monk recognized her; it was Princess Jinyang, the current eldest imperial daughter of the Great Tang. He didn't know why he had a sense of displacement, always feeling that he should be familiar with this eldest imperial daughter, but after thinking about it, it was indeed the first time they met.

He folded his hands in a salute and said slowly: "Seen the Princess, has the little monk seen you in a dream?"

He straightened up and actually didn't notice any guards in the surroundings.

The woman did not return the salute, only saying in a flat voice: "General Chan, long time no see."

The monk was somewhat at a loss. At this time, he saw the woman actually holding a sword with a bamboo sheath and bamboo hilt in her hand. It was neither thick nor thin, slightly slender, and the emerald color was deep and full of vitality, like a thin bamboo just cut down.

Only the end hung on the boat, and when the raindrops flowed down the sheath, they left spotted tear marks.

The monk was dazed again, and a layer of fog seemed to cover his heart. He frowned, suspecting that he was still in Li He's "Ghost Realm," raised his hand to press, and that red-clothed figure was choked in place, as if held by an invisible force by the throat.

The monk walked up and used the sharp spear tip to press against her neck: "The Princess coming to see me alone, what is the reason?"

The woman said in a flat voice: "Has General Chan forgotten who I am?"

The monk raised his head abruptly, only to see that what the spear tip pointed at was just a piece of drifting fog, with only cold, condensed liquid droplets hanging on the sharp blade.

A sword clash like lightning and flint, sparks splashing everywhere! He leaned back and drew the short blade from his waist to slash toward the front of his neck, hitting a sword blade that had been unsheathed by a foot. The water droplets attached to the two blades splashed everywhere, mixed with sparks, like a small, cold firework.

Then the monk saw this short blade of his, which he had followed for more than ten years, being cut open.

It wasn't a notch, but a real, smooth split. The blade was two inches wide, and at this moment it split smoothly by more than an inch. The woman's soft red sleeve fluttered past the edge of his vision, and under the golden mask was a pair of clear black pupils.

The monk twisted his wrist to change moves. The short blade broke with the sound. He raised the remaining half of the short blade to protect his throat. A crisp clash, and this short blade was cut off by another section. The bright sword blade unsheathed by a foot pressed against his neck.

Blood flowed down from the mottled golden skin, and rain hung on the smooth, cold sword body.

The monk stood still. His right hand spear still pointed straight forward, and his left hand short blade was raised at the collarbone, already unable to catch up with this sword.

At this time, he truly knew who he had met. No wonder Li He was not in a hurry to break his golden body; it was because no matter how hard a general was to kill, under this sword, it was just one sword to behead.

The woman stood beside him, holding the sheath and raising it flat, her long skirt wet in the rain.

Unsheathing ten miles of fog, the sharpest in the world.

Famous sword, 【Xiang Huang】.

Li Tishui.

The monk stood stiffly. With just one thought, this sword would pass through his neck, and his head and body would separate as smoothly as jade carvings.

"To have two Sword Masters make a move, the little monk dies without regret."

Li Tishui did not speak. She only held the sword quietly, and Li He climbed up from the water at this time. He brushed the water off his sleeves, checked the sword blade Li Tishui placed on the monk's neck, and then folded his sleeves without a word.

The monk looked forward. A woman in clean white, stained with blood, sat on the boat at some unknown time.

The rain seemed to be stopping, the fog was still lingering, and the monk was stunned for a long time before he suddenly remembered something. He lowered his eyelashes and sighed lightly: "Ask the Princess for peace. A short parting of not even a moment, and I almost forgot you."

Li Xizhou had no sword or knife in her hand. She looked at the monk: "General Chan, sensitive and decisive, worthy of being a famous general. Have you sent Yongji away?"

"Only one can live, so one must live."

"Keeping the General can be considered a satisfactory battle result." Li Xizhou said, "Sooner or later, Yongji will not leave the Divine Capital alive."

The monk closed his eyes: "All matters hereafter have nothing to do with the little monk. I have a presumptuous request: can I ask the Princess to send a letter to the senior brother in the temple."

He pursed his lips and closed his eyes. His tall, thin, and hard figure stood quietly in the rain, the mottled gold not yet completely faded, truly having a sense of solemnity.

Li Xizhou looked at him quietly for a while, but revealed a faint smile: "General Chan, are you seeking death wholeheartedly?"

"..."

The lake was silent for a while. The monk opened his eyes, looking at the woman sitting on the edge of the boat.

"Can... can I still not die?" His pupils turned slightly.

Li Xizhou smiled: "What does General Chan think?"

The monk said earnestly: "The little monk thinks that living is better than dying."

Li Xizhou smiled, raising her hand gracefully: "General Chan is a famous general of the country; how could I be willing to break my own arm? The General mistakenly tied himself to the wolf-vulture; why not practice in the temple in the Divine Capital for a few years to return to the right path."

The monk's face was solemn: "The Princess truly awakens the lost person with one word; the Prince of Yan is not a wise master, I repent today."

Li Xizhou smiled: "Meeting for the first time, I knew the General had wisdom."

The monk whispered: "Amitabha, the little monk will go to the Immortal Platform to see the Platform Lord and ask for a bright path."

"When we meet in the future, I will talk with the General again."

"Amitabha."

The two Sword Masters looked at Li Xizhou. The woman bowed in a salute, Li He returned the salute, Li Tishui looked at the woman, and then the two Sword Masters carried the monk and went to the distance.

Seeing Pei Ye lay by the boat, staring straight, most of his body submerged in the water.

Li Xizhou lowered her head: "What are you still staring at?"

Seeing Pei Ye frowned: "He actually didn't blush at all."

Then he raised his head to look, looking up at the woman's pale face for a while: "You too."

Li Xizhou patted his forehead lightly with a "slap" without expression.

Seeing Pei Ye was not afraid at all, turning his head to look at the flat and vast lake. The Ming Ming Jianzhu went very quickly, the fog had begun to dissipate, and the rain was getting smaller and clearer.

"The test for you is over, consider you passed." Seeing Pei Ye did not look back, "Now, everyone should remember you again. I don't know what the situation is."

"It should be that only those who realized they had forgotten will remember." Li Xizhou said, "For others, it should be that nothing happened."

Seeing Pei Ye thought for a while, this made sense—if you didn't realize you had forgotten something in these few days, then when those memories came back, naturally it wouldn't cause your surprise.

The departure and return of the Mirage Realm would always bring some slight discomfort to the world, but fortunately, it finally ended.

The thin fog gradually dissipated, and one could see the shore of Dragon Lake from afar. Those distant figures seemed to be surprised by the end of this continuous heavy rain.

The two swordsmen sparring on the lake also stopped in unison. They looked around and happened to see this small boat, then were stunned by the woman in clean white stained with blood—pitch-black long hair, clean face, simply like an injured Luo God.

But this scene only existed for an instant. Something like a water monkey that probed from the water grabbed her arm and pulled her down, leaving only the small boat drifting, making everything like a hallucination.

The two looked at each other.

Seeing Pei Ye grabbed Li Xizhou's forearm and fell into the Mirage Realm, just like returning to his own territory.

He didn't immediately know everything in the Mirage Realm like the back of his hand, but he could clearly feel that with his stay in the Mirage Realm, this control was constantly extending and deepening.

The Mirage Realm seemed to have experienced a restart.

The country was updating itself, and the new Lord also needed to familiarize himself with his country.

So he had to ask this original Crown Prince about many things.

"Look." Seeing Pei Ye took Li Xizhou to the place that had just experienced a huge trauma.

The rift between heaven and earth had already healed; this place had become empty and quiet, with only that vast and beautiful Shark Palace remaining, and on its two sides were colossal trees reaching over two hundred zhang in height.

There were no leaves on the trees, the branches were straight and slender, crisscrossing in eight directions, massive and dark. And in the shadows of these two high trees, two slender forms of more than ten zhang long were born respectively, one with a tiger head and one with a rhinoceros horn, coiling in the branches like small snakes.

"What is going on?"

Li Xizhou lowered her head, first pulling her wrist from his hand, and smiled: "The Water Master is the path of symbiosis in the Mirage Realm. As long as the Mirage Realm does not perish, their lives are a cycle."

"Mm."

"They govern ten thousand scales, will guard the borders for you, and will instinctively make the Mirage Realm more vast and prosperous."

"So that's it." Seeing Pei Ye muttered to himself, his eyebrows raised slightly, looking at them with bright eyes, "I don't know how strong these two are..."

Previously, that tiger master's spirit was far above the Mystic Gate. Now, although it was much smaller, it was also quite majestic and spiritual. Although it couldn't be equated with human cultivation, in the water waves, an ordinary Tuanshen should be no problem, and an Yeques might not be unable to fight...

Li Xizhou looked at him and immediately understood where his itch was, smiling: "Congratulations to Lord Pei for gaining two new great generals under his command. May you unify the Jianghu in a thousand autumns and ten thousand generations."

Seeing Pei Ye smiled: "You can be considered a Princess of the previous dynasty. Now that the dynasty has changed, you should be killed. But this Lord remembers your quick answers, so I will spare your life and keep you by my side for... for consultation. I will seal you as... Hanlin... Hanlin..."

"Hanlin Scholar."

"Not bad, Hanlin Scholar."

"Mm, thank you for the grace, Your Majesty. However, the Princess of the previous dynasty is usually abducted into the harem in storybooks."

"..."

Seeing Pei Ye's heart jumped, and he turned his head to stare at her, but the woman seemed to just mention it casually, her expression indifferent. After speaking, she turned her head to look into the distance, not even meeting the youth's eyes: "It's a pity that there are many fewer scale demons in the Mirage Realm—didn't you have a Ninth Life matter?" ===== CHAPTER 731 =====