Great Blue Night Watchman

Lin Su's eyebrows suddenly lit up, and a three-color moon rose straight into the sky. Once the colorful moon came out, it was night for thousands of miles.

A general in three-color armor suddenly appeared in the colorful moon, with his bow and arrow drawn!

An arrow shot out, like a divine punishment!

With a chirping sound, Sea Saint's finger, which was transformed from the lake water, turned into nothingness. Arrows like heavenly punishment covered the airspace where Sea Saint was. Before the arrow arrived, the strange holy power that was so powerful that the heaven and earth shook made Sea Saint's expression pale. A sudden change.

One is a saint, and the other is a quasi-sage. Don't underestimate the difference. The difference is huge and world-wide.

The power of a saint is personally taught by the way of heaven.

The quasi-sage's ability is quasi-sage's gift.

How can the two be the same?

However, Lin Su, a quasi-sage, was based on Wen Dao and Qing Ci, and the arrow he shot was as powerful as a saint.

With a bang, Haisheng flew out far away.

Lin Su, with her hair flying high in the air, also retreated thousands of miles away.

In this attack, the two were evenly matched.

Feng You and Feng Yunfei were both stunned: "Contend against the Holy Spirit?"

"What a monster! Take it down!"

"Killable!"

On both sides of the east and west, two holy sounds sounded at the same time...

Accompanied by two unfathomable divine secrets of the holy way...

The Soldier Saint raised his hand: "Take it!"

Weiyang's pen traveled thousands of miles and fell into Lin Su's hands!

As soon as he received the Weiyang pen, Lin Su was shocked. The holy power in this pen was endless!

The Soldier Saint drained all his holy power and sent it into Weiyang's pen.

He has already seen that Lin Su's fighting power is still far inferior to the saint's authentic holy power. Fighting Qing Ci unexpectedly with his superb literary skills and repelling the saint's attack in one attack is already the limit.

If faced with simultaneous attacks from the Three Saints, he would never be able to resist.

Therefore, he and Lin Su joined forces!

At this moment, he has not yet achieved his sainthood and lacks combat power, so he uses his lifelong holy power to make up for Lin Su's biggest weakness!

Lin Su holds the Weiyang pen in his hand, as if he is holding an invincible sword that can slay demons and demons in the world!

The three saints came at the same time, and the waves in the holy realm were like the overturning of the Milky Way.

Lin Su slowly raised his head, and the Weiyang pen in his hand slowly lifted up...

"The ninth form of Dugu's Nine Swords!... Chaos-born lotus!"

The sword comes out!

Extremely slow!

The heavens and the earth opened and the earth split!

The vast world is in chaos!

The sky in front of the three saints suddenly became chaotic, and their holy power was involved in the chaos and disappeared!

A green lotus blooms in the chaos, as if the world is restarting at this moment!

"No!" Sea Saint roared and turned into chaos!

"This..." Kong Sheng also screamed and turned into chaos!

"This is not a sword, not a Tao, this is heaven's punishment... heaven's punishment!" The third saint turned into chaos!

The entire alien sky suddenly turned blood red, and blood rain poured from the sky!

When the saint falls, the world weeps!

This kind of crying has never been heard in thousands of years, but today, I heard it, and I cried three times at one time...

Lin Su fell in the void, and the main peak of the Haotian Sect, the Soldier Saint, looked at the sky in the distance, with a faint sparkle in his eyes, but his face was as pale as paper.

"Old man, come back!" Lin Su sent the Weiyang pen to the hands of the Soldier Saint again.

The Soldier Saint took the Weiyang pen and his expression slowly returned to normal: "After a thousand years of separation, it's time to go back! Go back!"

As soon as he moved his feet, the main peak of the Haotian Sect was wiped out into ashes, and the body of the Soldier Saint suddenly enlarged. This enlargement was directly the Wanzhang Dharma Body...

One step forward, and you are already thousands of miles away. A city thousands of miles away has been reduced to ruins.

In the second step, thousands of miles away, the second city was reduced to ruins.

In the third step, still thousands of miles away, a large sect was reduced to ruins.

In the fourth step, the Baijiang River stopped flowing, and landslides and ground cracks occurred on both sides of the river.

the fifth step……

Step six...

After eight steps, we are approaching Zhicheng...

In the ninth step, outside Zhicheng, the two strategic fortresses that had long been the base for attacking Zhicheng were wiped out, and millions of experts from all walks of life were all turned into blood mist.

He took the tenth step and was about to step into Zhicheng. Suddenly, he stopped.

"Xiao Linzi, an old friend is here. Do you want to say goodbye to her?"

On the side of the water, there are ruins in front, residual water behind, and a beautiful woman in the middle. She is holding a phoenix flower in her hand. The phoenix flower blooms in the sky and can open the door to the void. But at this moment, she is holding it in Feng You's hand. Know which door you have opened.

A voice came from behind softly: "Walking in the river for five days, I sighed for a while. Miss Feng, now do you understand why I felt melancholy under the starry sky that day?"

Feng You slowly turned around and looked at the person in front of her who seemed familiar yet strange at the same time: "People in the rivers and lakes have different paths, and we don't share the same feelings in the same galaxy, right?"

Five days and five nights on the same journey, but the two of them are not the same person.

Even if they are facing the same galaxy, they still can't empathize.

The two words she said were melancholy in themselves.

"Yes! You are a person from a foreign land and I am a person from the temple. We are always enemies. Even if the light and death of the same galaxy have different meanings in our hearts, wouldn't it be melancholy to be entangled here?" Lin Sudao : "But I still owe you a thank you."

This thank you is for Feng You who stood up at the foot of Juedao Mountain.

Feng You sighed softly: "Behind you is a generation of military saints who have disturbed this world. You yourself are also an unheard-of quasi-sage of literature and art. Even though I have the intention to protect you, I am ridiculously overestimating my abilities. You I can’t bear the gratitude.”

Lin Su said solemnly: "People in the world act according to their hearts but not their deeds. There is no perfect person in this world. Your natural kindness in that unknown situation is a favor to me. I should thank you for it, and I will finally have a relationship with you." Nothing was accomplished and it doesn’t matter.”

Feng You smiled softly: "You really want to thank me?"

"yes!"

"How about writing me a poem?"

Lin Su smiled: "Why write poetry?"

"After all, you and I are not on the same path or even belong to two camps. There will be huge disputes about the current situation, practice, and even the stars. Perhaps only beautiful poetry can leave some kind of mark, proving that we are at a certain moment. We also met and connected."

"Okay!" Lin Su raised his hand, holding a precious pen and gold paper...

The pen falls, writes...

"The Proud Fisherman. The Long River"

"The sky is connected with the clouds and waves, and the dawn mist is connected. The stars are about to turn around and a thousand sails are dancing. It is like the soul of a dream returning to the emperor's home. Hearing the words of the sky, he asks me diligently where I am going?

I reported to the road leader that the sun was setting, and I learned some amazing lines from the poem. The wind of ninety thousand miles is rising, the wind has stopped, and the boat is blowing to the three mountains! "

The gold paper was handed into Feng You's hand. Feng You chanted softly and slowly raised her head: "The wind of ninety thousand miles is rising, the wind stops, and the boat blows to the three mountains! Although this journey has come to an end, the wind... …Can I still stay here?”

There seemed to be something different in her eyes.

"The Zhicheng in front of us is the talisman of rest between you and me. However, the top of heaven has been spinning, and it will not stop. One day, the wind that is thousands of miles long will still blow to this foreign land!"

Lin Su also had a different meaning in his eyes.

Feng You looked at him blankly, the top of heaven was already turning...

Won't stop!

One day, the wind can still blow through this Zhicheng...

What's the meaning?

She looked away from his eyes with difficulty, avoiding her rather sensitive guess: "Is this a newly opened word card?"

"Are you actually very familiar with the literary arts of the temple?" Lin Su was a little surprised. If she didn't know the art of poetry well, she wouldn't have known that this was a new poem.

Feng You smiled softly: "I know 90% of the poems above the level of the Temple Colorful Poems. I am particularly fond of the poems. I know all the poems. I also know that the exquisiteness of this poem is like being placed in the world of literature and Taoism. Below, it must be colorful upward! So, I may already know who you are!"

"Oh? Who is it?"

"Lin Su!"

Lin Su was a little embarrassed: "Haha, am I so famous in a foreign land?"

Feng You rolled her eyes slightly and gave him a roll of her eyes: "Don't think too much of yourself. Your reputation in a foreign land is not very good. It is the same as the Jie Yuhua you pretended to be at the beginning, and is even better than Jie Yu. Hua goes one step further, Jieyu Hua only harms women, but you harm, in addition to women, there are also people who are not human at all..."

"Damn! What's this called? Good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles. Oh, no, this is not just a thousand miles, but a hundred thousand miles or a million miles!"

A bright smile finally appeared on Feng You's face: "I'm leaving! Goodbye!"

She gently turned the phoenix flower in her hand, and a door opened. She added: "Forget it, let's not see each other again. You killed three saints when you came here this time. God knows who you will harm next time you come here... "

She stepped into the phoenix flower portal, and the phoenix flower spun and disappeared.

Lin Su rubbed his head blankly...

The Bing Sheng mentioned it gently, and Lin Su reached the sky: "'People in the world have no regard for deeds when it comes to their hearts, and there is no perfect person in the world'. These famous quotes are truly unparalleled! They should be included in the "Records of the Quasi-Saint Words of Heaven" also!"

Lin Su couldn't laugh or cry: "Old man, please stop laughing at me. In front of you, am I a quasi-sage?"

"You, what do you want me to say?" The Soldier Saint shook his head gently: "The quasi-sage of Heaven, that is the quasi-sage given by Heaven, and his status is equal to that of saints like us. You use such vulgar words to demean yourself, you are only demeaning Yourself? No! You are showing great disrespect to the way of heaven!"

"Okay, I'll focus on myself from now on..." Lin Su said: "Old man, I'm about to return, what are you thinking... in your heart?"

The return of the Soldier Saint is destined to be an earth-shattering event. In the entire temple, above the third heaven, thunder is already on the way...

How will he deal with it?

To resume the struggle between the avenues of thousands of years ago?

However, his current situation is quite special. His sainthood has not yet been truly formed. His combat power cannot withstand regular saints. His power is far inferior to that of a thousand years ago. He was completely defeated a thousand years ago. Now the situation has changed drastically. On his side, On the balance, there is no military palace, no followers from back then, and the strength is extremely weak. If the war starts lightly, the outcome is almost certain, and they will still be defeated!

Even life is in danger.

The Soldier Saint smiled slightly: "In your opinion, what should we do?"

Lin Sudao: "The old man has two big plans in foreign lands. He plays clearly with the strong and the weak. He is the most astute in the attitude of the strong and the weak. I think the old man will probably use two words... to show strength!"

"Haha! If you want to kill the enemy, show weakness to lure him. If you want to protect the weak, show strength to frighten him! Xiao Linzi, it's a pity that you are still a little young, otherwise, I might prefer to call you Brother Lin!"

"You scream, see if I dare to agree?" Lin Su also smiled.

"You obviously dare to agree, but I don't dare to call you. Some of my disciples and children have been around for dozens of generations. How will they deal with it when I call you brother? You are a man of two decades. In the blink of an eye, you have become the living ancestor of a bunch of people, you are so beautiful!" The Soldier Saint directly objected.

Lin Su thought about it. At least he had a registered daughter-in-law, Jiang Yun. It was a bit difficult to deal with. He changed the subject: "Old man, there is something I don't understand. Why is there no holy light in the poem I just wrote?"

This is close to the end of the city, and the touch of the Holy Dao has been extended here. Even if it has not been extended, the place where Lin Su and Bing Sheng are located is itself the Wen Dao signal base station. The poems he wrote with gold paper and precious pens, as long as the level is in place , theoretically there will be holy light.

Unless the poem itself is not worth mentioning.

But is this poem not worth mentioning?

At least it had a colorful beginning, but there was no trace of the Holy Light of Literary Dao, which made Lin Su very dissatisfied.

Could it be that the temple’s suppression of me has reached this level? Don’t you even give my poems the light of the holy way? Or is there something wrong with Yuewen Palace?

The Bingsheng smiled softly: "You are already a quasi-sage of heaven, how can the Reading Palace be qualified to judge your poems and articles? You decide for yourself. If you say it is seven colors, it will immediately become a seven-color light. If you say it is handed down from generation to generation, it will be handed down from generation to generation. !”

Depend on! Lin Su was stunned...

Will I exclude myself from the orthodox literary circle?

No one even commented on the poems I wrote? Do I need to give my own review? With this hand, I am as lonely as the night, as lonely as the snow...

"Let's go!"

The Soldier Saint takes one step forward...

This step...

This represents the official return of the Soldier Saint!

Above Zhicheng, several quasi-sage-level figures have arrived at the edge of the city. They use their literary eyes to look thousands of miles away. Their faces are full of surprise, because they see the people who have been confronting Zhicheng for thousands of years. The opponent's important military town "Shuangfeng Island" was suddenly wiped out!

Shuangfeng Island is the two sharp blades thrust into the temple, and it is also the military frontier of a foreign land.

Suddenly disappeared like this?

Why?

What kind of big change happened?

At this moment, the world suddenly became completely silent...

No sound can be heard in anyone's ears...

No one can see anything anymore...

There is only one picture, born from the sky...

A white-haired old man came step by step with his feet in the sky. His whole body was filled with holy light. Next to him was a young scholar...

"Sage of War... Your Majesty!" The lips of the three quasi-sages trembled violently, and with a thud, they knelt at the top of the city.

"Holy Lord!" After the three quasi-sages, a hundred thousand troops knelt down at the same time.

"Holy Lord!" After the 100,000-strong army, millions of people in the entire city knelt down at the same time.

"Bing Zun!" On the Zhi Peak on the side of Zhi City, two quasi-sages in purple appeared, one on the left and one on the right. They bowed deeply in the void: "Bing Zun has returned from the catastrophe. It is a great joy for the temple. The two Confucian elders greet the soldiers. Respect!"

The hearts of the people kneeling all over the city jumped at the same time.

The Soldier Saint returns!

This was beyond everyone's expectation.

This is the biggest shock in the entire temple.

But now, something even more shocking seems to have happened.

That is, Confucianism came face to face with him in one step.

The conflict between Confucianism and soldiers was the reason why the Bingsheng fell into a foreign land a thousand years ago. When he returned, two Confucian elders from the third heaven met him.

What kind of sparks will come out of this meeting between the two top forces that swept the temple thousands of years ago and brought about the biggest dispute in the temple?

Judging from the etiquette of the meeting, it was unusual.

When the saint is in front of him, everyone must kneel down to greet him.

The quasi-sage at the top of the city knelt down directly, and everyone in the city, including the supreme commander of the army, knelt down.

Only two of them did not kneel, but bowed.

They are the two elders of Confucianism. These two elders are not ordinary quasi-sages. They are the pinnacle quasi-sages and the right-hand men of the Confucian sages, so they are qualified to guard the city on behalf of the Confucian sages.

The Soldier Saint positioned his foot in the air on Zhifeng, and his eyes slowly dropped: "Stop means termination. Although it can stop the invasion of foreign enemies, it is still stubborn and self-proclaimed. Change it!"

He gently raised the Weiyang pen in his hand...

The word "stop" left by the Confucian sage himself disappeared with a bang, replaced by the word "bing"!

As soon as the word "bing" came out, a murderous aura broke through the city and reached three thousand miles away!

Three thousand miles away, the sky is already in a foreign land!

Above the sky, the two saints looked at each other...

"Judging from the word 'soldier', his cultivation level is not advancing but retreating."

Another saint said: "The way of a military strategist is to make the imaginary the real and the real imaginary. How can you know that this is not his strategy to lure the enemy? You need to know that the three saints, Sea Saint, Sky Saint, and Extreme Saint, have just died. Under his hands, the holy war started and ended in just one move!"

The way of military strategy is unpredictable.

This is the fundamental reason why these two great saints came thousands of miles away but did not dare to block the return of the Soldier Saint.

Three great saints were killed in just one move.

Who among the ordinary saints dares to try his talents as a soldier again?

Therefore, more than ten saints followed the Bing Sheng all the way, but did not dare to block his way. At this moment, the Bing Sheng changed his pen from "stop" to "bing". Even though the power of the holy way revealed was much inferior to that of a thousand years ago, it was still the first time. For a moment, the saints were reminded of the "unpredictability" of the "strategic way".

It is precisely because of this "soldier" with obvious temptation that the saints are even more afraid to approach.

The word "soldier" in the name of Soldier Saint directly expanded the protective circle of the temple by two thousand miles. Within two thousand miles, people from foreign lands evacuated at the same time.

And this word "soldier" also started another war.

Above the third heaven, the capital of Confucianism!

The Capital of Confucianism is the pinnacle of the third heaven, with purple peaks suppressing the third heaven. Above the Capital of Confucianism, a tall old man slowly opened his eyes. As soon as he opened his eyes, the pages around him rolled around, and the sounds of heaven sounded.

"I finally came back!"

This sigh has no waves and seems to have no ups and downs, but it still flows through the third heaven like rolling waves.

The first holy light rises from the capital of painting, the second holy light rises from the capital of poetry, the third…

In the blink of an eye, a saint appeared on top of the seventeen holy cities at the same time.

The saints face north…

In the northern sky, the holy light floats, and the white-haired soldiers come step by step...

From Zhicheng to Xincheng, from Xincheng to Nugu, from Nugu to Hecheng, from Hecheng to Xichuan, from Xichuan to Biyouzhou...

Everywhere they went, everyone knelt down, including people on the street, people in restaurants, and even retired people from all walks of life...

His footsteps reached the top of the temple. The seventeenth main palace and the twenty-three side palaces of the temple rang nine bells at the same time. All the palace masters came out of the palace and knelt down!

The holy light is like a bridge, leading straight to the third heaven.

On the third level of the sky, the Seventeen Saints bowed slightly at the same time, facing the Soldier Saint who had returned from the calamity for thousands of years...

It is not known to the outside world how the saintly masters will interpret the encounter between old friends in the third heaven.

However, inside Zhicheng, there was already a roaring wave.

Within Zhifeng, there are three people whose expressions have completely changed...

Kong Shengyan, the Confucian saint, Feng Yang, the musician saint, and Wu Liben, the painter's saint.

"Lin Su! He's not dead!"

More than three months ago, they had just spread the news of Lin Su's death throughout the entire temple. The news was so arrogant that they almost told the people in the temple: Lin Su was ignorant of the situation, so we killed him. .

Although I can't say that, once the message is spread like this, who among the people in the temple doesn't understand?

All of a sudden, the various palaces in the temple had different reactions. The music of the disciples of the Yue Palace was a little more cheerful, the poems of the disciples of the Poetry Palace were a little more heroic, the paintings of the Painting Palace were full of spring scenery, and the law enforcement of the Dharma Palace was also A little more temperature...

On the contrary, the faces of the disciples from the Yin and Yang Palace were uncertain, the disciples from the Mo Palace had a few black lines on their faces, and the people from the Nong Palace stooped even lower...

The information conveyed behind the explosive information is the most interesting.

Several holy sons took action and killed Lin Su, and spread the news arrogantly throughout the temple. This was telling the entire temple that those who obey me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!

Even if he is a legendary monument in literature, even if he is a legendary figure with shocking wisdom, he is no exception.

However, before the wave of ecstasy subsided, they saw Lin Su's return!

What does this mean?

This shows that the desperate policy they set against Lin Su that day did not work at all.

But how is this possible? They conducted a soul test on Lin Su's death!

Can the soul test be faked?

"There is only one possibility. The military strategist took action and saved him!" Wu Liben said: "Have you seen that the relationship between Lin Su and that person today is extremely unusual?"

Kong Shengyan suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining brightly.

Feng Yang nodded lightly: "Exactly! Although the soul cannot be faked, it is only for ordinary people. What can't a saint do? Moreover, the positions of Lin Su and that person today are mysterious. Lin Su did not follow Standing behind that person, but standing next to that person, this position can only be achieved by an absolute confidant!"

Yes, when the Soldier Saint came back from the territory and everyone was worshiping him, Lin Su stood beside the Soldier Saint. He did not step back or kneel down at the same time. If he was just an ordinary disciple-level figure, under such circumstances, it was absolutely impossible not to retreat. Ten feet behind, he followed the others and knelt down.

He did not worship, but stood beside the Soldier Saint. When everyone knelt down to worship the Soldier Saint, he also bowed. This was a great disrespect, but it also conveyed the extraordinary relationship between him and the Soldier Saint.

Only an absolute confidant or right-hand man can be treated like this and dare to enjoy such treatment.

Kong Shengyan didn't think much about it. One thought took up everything in his mind. He slowly raised his head: "As soon as I returned, I personally changed the words inscribed on the father's holy book. What is this?"

The two saints in front of them shuddered at the same time...

The two of them didn't answer the call, they didn't dare to answer the call!

Even with the power of the Holy Son, there are almost no taboos in the temple, but this is still a taboo, because changing the name of Soldier Saint is not as simple as it seems!

He is clearly showing off his sword!

Face the Confucian sage with his sword!