Chapter 651 The Sword Will Be Stained with Blood

His hands are empty, so how can he know what the Dao is? The Dao is invisible. How can one person explain it completely? If it is incomplete, there will definitely be gaps. At this time, Wenxinqiao will definitely take advantage of the momentum to ask questions. ♦♦  ♦♦

There will be endless questions. How much energy and concentration are needed to answer them one by one? If you avoid answering, there is a gap in your heart.

The question of "Wenxinqiao" asks how many heroes can be defeated and how many monks can be stopped. Everyone in the world feels that they have achieved success in cultivation and have a glimpse of the great road, so they answer this question. As everyone knows, "Tao" has become narrow as soon as it is spoken.

Li Changxiao had previously felt that he had achieved some success in his Taoism. He used the mystery of truth and falsehood to take advantage of each other when fighting against strong opponents.

With just one strike of the sword, the three-hearted old man Hong Qian was in agony, and he was helpless, with no solution at all. I never felt proud in my heart. If he had stepped onto the Wenxin Bridge at that time, he would have been asked this question after walking most of the way.

He will definitely express his views directly. But at this moment, after experiencing Zhao Qing and Mu Laozu, he suddenly felt the hardship of seeking the Tao, the invisibility of the Dao, and the difficulties of the world. He pitied Zhao Qing's fate, and suddenly understood that Mu Laozu's Taoism was trapped in heaven and earth, and he defied heaven. Heaven and earth, all kinds of things...

Only then did he come up with the sentence: "I don't know." It's just four words, but it contains another kind of Tao insight. It's not like a child who is being asked and has nothing to say, saying "I don't know" like a child. .

How many talents and monks cannot say these four words.

"What is Tao?"

"I don't know."

At this moment, with every step Li Changxiao took, the heaven and earth trembled, and the Wenxin Bridge was covered with cracks.

Wenxinqiao asked again, his voice filled with great anger, "If you don't respect the Tao, why bother to seek it?"

Li Changxiao said again: "I don't know." Still walking, the cracks spread faster with this step, and Li Changxiao's steps became more steady. Zhao Qing felt happy in her heart, "Wenxin Bridge really can't trap you." When she saw the other side approaching, she couldn't help but hold on to the corner of Li Changxiao's clothes, and she felt even more nostalgic in her heart.

After that, there was no problem with the Wenxin Bridge. Li Changxiao walked to the other side step by step. The moment he stepped on the shore, the tens of feet of the Wenxin Bridge behind him instantly shattered into pieces and turned into powder.

The disciples of the Mu family who were trapped in the bridge fell into the river like dumplings, and then swam up again. After the disaster, there was no joy, but then there was a bit of melancholy.

Anyone who enters the Questioning Heart Bridge will have their flaws in their heart ruthlessly pointed out. How can anyone pretend that nothing happened? Even Zhao Qing, after setting foot on the Wenxin Bridge, thought about it and remembered the time of nearly a thousand years.

Li Changxiao walked up to the shore, and everyone gathered around him, their eyes like torches. A skinny old man stepped forward and said straight to the point, but with hidden caution, he said: "Fellow Taoist, please tell me clearly what you got on the island."

The skinny old man was nicknamed "Heavenly Gu". He was good at using poison. He was quite senior and had a strong voice among the heroes. At this moment, I decided to take the lead. After careful consideration, I felt that with the combined efforts of everyone, these two people would not be able to escape. If they were smart, they would honestly hand over the secret of immortality. Taking this opportunity to ask questions first, they would have the upper hand. Control the rhythm and gain more benefits.

Li Changxiao stretched out his hands, "This is what I got." Everyone gathered around and saw that his hands were empty, not even a mud ditch. Old Man Tian Gu said angrily: "Are you kidding us?"

The atmosphere was tense for a moment, and in the midst of anxiety, a young man stood up and said with cupped hands: "Please make it clear, fellow Taoist, that we are not very knowledgeable and cannot guess the mystery behind this. Maybe we can help fellow Taoist by putting our heads together." ." His words were polite and lightened the atmosphere, but they also secretly alerted Li Changxiao and everyone. Sharing the secret of immortality will bring benefits to everyone, but there will be no benefit at all if you try to keep it all to yourself.

Among the hundreds of people in the field, Zhao Qing was the only one who knew the meaning of Li Changxiao's move. Zhao Qing said in his heart: "Changxiao has never concealed anything. He accompanied me on this journey, and all he got was nothing. It's just you." How can one know this understanding when one's path is shallow and life and death cannot be ignored."

She was silent, but someone took the initiative to inquire. A tall, middle-aged man with a strong back and a strong back raised his hands and asked, "Mr. Mu, please clarify." The sound was like a bell, powerful and thick, with a hint of intimidation.

The speaker's name was Liu Hulong, and he had a rather rich background. When he was young, he strayed into an island. There was a dragon and a tiger on the island. They fought hard in front of him. In the end, they both died, and his body was stained with blood. From then on, he was as strong as a dragon, as fierce as a tiger, and extremely powerful in combat. He was notoriously difficult to mess with. And since then, he has been extremely bloodthirsty, especially the blood of women. Anyone killed by him will turn into a ghost and will never be freed. He will be his slave forever, serving him in food, clothing, shelter and shelter.

This ability still exists today, but it does not last long. The mortals he killed turned into ghosts for up to two years before disappearing from heaven and earth. If you are a powerful monk, it will last longer, but it will completely dissipate in less than twenty or thirty years at most.

Zhao Qing frowned, unwilling to give him a good look. If Liu Hulong dared to talk to her like this in the past, and she saw that he was full of violence and karma, he was not a good person, she would have killed him on the spot immediately. Let them be arrogant.

But at this moment, she really didn't want to cause trouble for Li Changxiao, so she said: "Everyone, the Wenxin Bridge has been broken. You can swim away and explore on your own. Changxiao and I went in alone and came out alone. It was true that our hands were empty. ”

Unexpectedly, her explanation was a sign of guilty conscience in Liu Hulong's eyes. Remembering that Mu Qin had already left, and she and the others were present, there was really nothing to be afraid of, so she took a step closer, only three steps away from the two of them. , very powerful Drinking, he said: "Liar, if there is nothing on the island, will you wander away? You said that your hands are empty, but I don't believe it. I see the treasure in the road, the secret of immortality, is in it, and it has been passed down by you." The couple took it!"

After saying that, he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Qing. The moment he took action, there was the sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring. Everyone was extremely fearful. Even if his spiritual energy was exhausted, if he died at the hands of Liu Hulong, it would still be a form of torture.

Serving as a ghost has no dignity at all, it is better to commit suicide.

However, Liu Hulong's hand failed to touch Zhao Qing after all. Li Changxiao stretched out his hand, grabbed his forearm, and stopped the force of a dragon and a tiger.

Li Changxiao's eyes fell on Liu Hulong. This man was decisive and wanted to take Zhao Qing's life when he was unprepared. There was a lot of killing intent in his eyes, and he was always kind to others, but the sword in his hand was stained with a lot of blood.