The rain stopped.

The snow in the sky has also burned away and will no longer fall.

The street was quiet, only crying could be heard..

Chen Pipi was like a wronged child, sitting on the ground and crying loudly.

Before his father and senior brothers and sisters, he was just a child.

The reason why he cried so sadly was very complicated, but his father and senior brothers and sisters understood it very well, because in this situation, what else could he do except cry?

The viewer walked past him with his hands behind his back, without looking at him and with no expression on his face.

The senior brother said with emotion: "It's good if you can cry, but you won't be depressed."

Yu Lian frowned slightly, looked across the street and said, "We are not dead yet, the academy is not dead yet, why are you crying?"

The master of the temple is walking slowly, the power from Haotian is poured into his body, making him stronger and stronger, but what Yu Lian said is not wrong, she and the senior brother are not dead after all.

As long as you don't die, this battle on the snow street will not end, and the academy will still exist.

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The Academy must keep the Guanzhu on this long street in order to save the center of the Jingshen Formation and the city of Chang'an. Unfortunately, the senior brother is really not good at fighting and is only good at other things.

The clear light falling on the snowy street fell on his simple and amiable face and his old cotton-padded jacket covered in blood, making him look like a private school teacher in the countryside who had just killed the New Year pig.

In fact, he has always been a teacher at the back of the academy.

Regardless of whether it is music, chess, calligraphy, painting or formation music, those junior brothers and sisters who have the highest status in their respective fields are all his disciples. Therefore, he has abilities in these areas that ordinary people cannot match.

Looking at the slowly walking visitor, he was like a teacher who always used the chalk in his hand as a weapon when he encountered a problem. Naturally, he also thought of the things he had often come into contact with over the years.

As the elder brother thought, a wind roared from the north of the city, picking up the remaining snow on the street, blowing the ruins and collapsed eaves of the houses on both sides of the street, and blowing everything that could be encountered.

The tiles vibrated and made a low knocking sound, like a stone bell, and the broken flags of a restaurant were fluttering in the cold wind. They made a hissing sound, like a broken string harp, and the wind passed through the gaps in the broken walls. It sobbed like a flute.

These broken, sentimental and sad sounds, combined together, are a piece of music that is like crying and complaining. The sound of the music is not melodious, but the endless sorrow comes to the viewer.

The viewer stopped and looked across the street, his expression slightly condensed, and he pointed out.

The eldest brother reached out to the alleys next to the streets and turned the countless streets in the south of the city into chess paths on the chessboard. He was the master of chess next to the chessboard. He instantly cut the meaning into countless pieces.

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The spectator rolled up his sleeves, messing up the vertical and horizontal chess pieces, and then pointed out.

The eldest brother let go and threw the stick onto the wet street in front of him.

He didn't know the Tao of Talisman, so he didn't inherit the Jingshen Formation, but he could use the breath of heaven and earth in this formation.

When the wooden stick fell, the thousand-year-old city wall did not appear on the street again, it just made a soft snapping sound.

There was also a soft sound in the clouds above Zhuque Street.

Then there was a loud bang, countless loud bangs.

Countless rays of lightning emerged from the clouds and then struck down the long street, striking towards the body of the viewer.

These lightning bolts are very dense and extremely powerful. Even if the observer uses the ability to enter the interlayer of space between heaven and earth, there is no guarantee that he will not be harmed.

The figure of the viewer suddenly became faint, and a bolt of lightning struck the place where he was standing. It was filled with smoke and dust, and had a faint smell of burning, but it was completely empty.

Countless rays of lightning fell one after another, and the figure of the viewer appeared again, and then disappeared, like a clear and indifferent cloud and mist, constantly fluttering in the lightning and thunder, making it impossible to capture it.

The curtain disappeared from its place.

The chirping of cicadas sounded again on the long street, the roar of thousands and tens of thousands of cicadas.

The wind and snow started again, and the angry cicadas were chirping and screaming, like mountain tigers fighting for their lives.

The snow in dozens of streets and alleys was all suspended and poured into Zhuque Street.

The world on the street has turned into a world of wind and snow, and it is difficult to see clearly what is going on inside.

All that could be heard was the sound of fingers breaking through the sky, the sound of lightning striking down, and the increasingly shrill chirping of cicadas.

The wind and snow are like smoke and dust, and the long street is a battlefield.

No matter how powerful the lightning and the chirping of cicadas are, they still can't suppress the meanings crisscrossing them.

With one finger, silence is like an abyss.

One finger is as infinite as the ocean.

It means that the mind is vertical and horizontal, able to guard everything in the world, and able to collect everything in the world.

The electricity falls gradually and the cicadas chirp gradually.

This long street, filled with the terrifying power of nature, looks like a leisurely garden to the viewer.

He walked out casually.

The wind and snow gradually calmed down.

The last piece of snow drifted past the subject.

The viewer has three broken fingers on his left hand.

Blood is dripping onto the street.

He glanced at the broken finger.

The bleeding gradually stopped, and the broken finger was smooth and crystal clear like jade.

He took out his handkerchief, wiped off the blood on his palm, then put it back in his arms and looked across the street.

At some point, Yu Lian reappeared on the street.

Her face was pale, and although no obvious injuries could be seen, she had suffered severe internal injuries.

The senior brother was covered in blood, exhausted and shaky.

The outcome has been decided.

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Zhishou Temple is a holy place of Taoism.

The name of this Taoist temple comes from a mantra in the Xiling Scripture.

Knowing the male and guarding the female will become the stream of the world.

Chen Pipi’s Tianxiaxi Divine Finger also got its name from this reason.

From this we can imagine the supreme status of this set of fingering techniques in Taoism.

In the mantra of the Xiling Canon, there are several sentences like this.

Know the black and keep the white, this is the way of the world.

Knowing its glory and guarding its disgrace will be the valley of the world.

This is Haotian's world.

If you can know everything in the world, you can protect everything in the world.

Whether it's strength or heart.

This is the true meaning of Zhishou.

The meaning of the temple owner is not only the divine finger of the Tianxia River, it can be regarded as the style of the world and the valley of the world.

He had passed that threshold many years ago. He was truly omnipotent in all dharma and had learned to understand Taoism, Buddhas and Demons. He was even more powerful than Liansheng, and could be called the strongest person in the Taoist sect for thousands of years.

Unfortunately, he and his wife Ke Haoran lived in the same era, and it was rare for those two to meet each other, so he was forced to keep a low profile for so many years.

There is no Master in the world now. Ke Haoran has long been gone. He is the highest mountain in the world, the most powerful person. He is invincible in the world.

So his finger is the finger of the world.

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The snowstorm comes again, but this time the snowstorm comes from heaven and earth. It cannot kill people.

Yu Lian looked at the viewer on the other side of Feng Xue, thinking about the scene he had seen before, with some complicated emotions on his face.

The senior brother used the sound of the ruined house, the scales in the streets, and the power of the majestic city to temporarily trap the viewer. Then she became angry and was about to kill the opponent, but unexpectedly the situation suddenly changed.

Where the viewer's gaze fell, the wound on the severed finger suddenly became like jade.

She knew exactly what was going on.

This is the method of the Demon Sect. Although it is not immortal, it is not far off.

If not, her last piece of snow would have been able to cut the viewer's body in half, and not just cut off three of his fingers.

She looked at this ordinary Taoist. Thinking of that ordinary name, her expression became serious - the leader of the Taoist sect practiced the Demon Sect's skills to be even more powerful than the sect leader himself. What kind of person was he?
To be continued...