Chapter 128: Side by Side(1/2)
A spider web fell from the eaves of the white pagoda and draped over the old monk's head and body, almost completely covering him. The old monk closed his eyes, his expression remained calm, and his two silver eyebrows fluttered lightly in the wind, lightly touching the spider silk in front of him, as if they were
They are two sections of silk wadding in the net. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell them apart.
Although the old monk had his eyes closed, it gave the impression that his gaze was still in the world, falling on the seemingly ordinary chessboard in front of him, and had never left it for a moment.
The old monk is naturally the first person to give lectures in Xuankong Temple.
Since Ning Que and Sang Sang entered the chessboard, he has never left the chessboard. He watched the spring leaves, summer flowers, autumn fruits, and winter snow in the mountains, listened to the morning bells and evening drums in the temple, and remained silent despite the wind and rain.
Jun Mo came to the cliff and looked at the senior brother under the pear tree. Without stopping to say anything to Sai Xuan or speaking to the old monk, he walked directly to the old monk and raised the iron sword in his hand to slash him.
The broad and straight iron sword struck the chessboard heavily, making a deafening sound, and countless smoke and dust flew up on the cliff. Then when the smoke and dust disappeared, the chessboard still lay quietly in front of the old monk's knees.
No marks were left on the surface of the chessboard, not even a tremor.
With Jun Mo's powerful cultivation level, the iron sword swung with all his strength could cut off a stone mountain. Unexpectedly, it could not shake the chessboard in the slightest!
The chessboard withstood the power of the iron sword, but Yaping couldn't bear it. With a clear cracking sound, several cracks appeared on Yaping. The depth of the darkness in the cracks was unknown, and it was feared that it would penetrate hundreds of feet into the mountain.
, these cracks spread towards the cliff, and finally broke through the cliff under the pear tree.
Years ago, the chessboard splashed with water and turned into several large waterfalls. Although the water had no source or roots, it continued to flow down the cliff until it was finally cut off by Jun Mo's sword.
A sword can break a waterfall, but it cannot break a chessboard.
Jun Mo looked at the first seat behind the chessboard and raised the iron sword in his hand again.
The leader still had his eyes closed, as if he didn't know the existence of this iron sword, but his hands landed on the chessboard without knowing when. The diamond on the previous chessboard was indestructible, or was it his method?
Jun Mo couldn't be sure, and he didn't need to be sure. He raised the iron sword in his hand and slashed in front of him again, but this time, he slashed not the chessboard, but the head.
The wind arrived before the sword fell, and the iron sword easily tore through those seemingly troublesome spider webs, and then landed on the head of the leader, between the solemn ring scars.
The iron sword was very thick, and the top of the head of the lecturer's head was very round, so Jun Mo's behavior didn't look like killing someone with a sword, but more like hitting someone with a stick. This was a stick.
Another extremely loud crash sounded, and the cold wind blew wildly on the cliff flat, the pear trees swayed, and a lot of gravel kept rolling down into the cracks, but I don't know when they will be filled.
The leader had his eyes closed, his expression still calm, but his silver eyebrows were fluttering a little wildly, like a cassock on a clothesline in the wind. It was hard to guess where the sleeves and hems would float.
The iron sword failed to leave any marks on his head, let alone any wounds, and he did not bleed.
The first one has cultivated his physical body to become a Buddha, and his body and mind are indestructible. To him, Ning Que's Yuan Shisan Arrow back then was like straw, and Jun Mo's iron sword was just a wooden stick.
It's just that he suddenly became shorter.
The reason why he became shorter was because his body sank into the surface of the cliff. He was still sitting cross-legged and only sank a few inches, but in the end he was still hit by the iron sword.
Jun Mo still didn't speak. He raised the iron sword in his hand and prepared to continue cutting.
At this moment, the cliff breeze was slightly turbulent, and the senior brother came to his side.
This is side by side.
Jun Mo took back the iron sword because the senior brother was holding a wooden stick in his hand.
The eldest brother took the wooden stick, walked up to the first one, and knocked on it.
His movements were a little slow, and the stick seemed to strike very lightly. However, when the wooden stick fell on the head of the leader, it made a more terrifying sound than the previous cut of Jun Mo's iron sword.
With a bang, countless cracks appeared on the white tower behind the first tower, which looked like the spider web from before. The copper bell hanging on the eaves made a crisp sound, and then exploded into pieces.
The leader still had his eyes closed, his silver eyebrows fluttering became more and more chaotic, his face became slightly pale, and his body sank half a foot deep into the cliff.
Although it fell, the first one was still not really injured. The chessboard under his hand sank deeper into the cliff and became stronger. The senior brother sighed: "It still can't be smashed."
Jun Mo raised his iron sword and said, "Just keep hitting it."
At this moment, there was a breeze blowing in the cliffs, and the aroma of wine overflowed slightly.
The drunkard came to the venue and looked at the senior brother in silence.
Jun Mo looked back at him and said, "You want to stop us?"
The drunkard said: "I don't want to risk my life."
The sophomore from the Academy was present at the same time. Even he had to fight hard. However, the senior brother felt a little puzzled and asked: "Aren't you worried that we will take the chessboard away?"
The drunkard said: "The first King Kong is indestructible. Even if I bring the butcher here, I may not be able to break it open, and neither can you. So what do I have to worry about?"
Jun Mo said nothing more, turned around, swung the iron sword, and struck the leader's head again.
Another loud bang!
The cracks on the white pagoda are deeper, the cracks on the cliffs are also deeper, and there are many cracks on the stone walls in the cliff cave. The whole world seems to be about to collapse.
But the first one is still the same as before.
"Brother, it's your turn."
Jun Mo stepped away and gave up his position to his senior brother.
Looking at the chessboard that had completely sunk into the ground on the cliff, senior brother thought for a while and said, "I won't smash it anymore."
The drunkard smiled slightly.
Jun Mo frowned slightly.
The senior brother looked at him and smiled and said, "Pry it a little."
Jun Mo suddenly remembered an incident in the back hill of the academy many years ago.
At that time, he and his senior brother had just started, and they were still very young. They were ordered by the master to repair the mountain trail in the back mountain, but they encountered a collapsed rock on the cliff, which was very obstructive.
When he was a child, Jun Mo was more proud, more confident, and more stubborn than he is now. He took a mountain ax and smashed it against the big rock for three days and three nights.
By the end of the smash, his mouth was bleeding and his body was so exhausted that he could hardly lift the mountain axe, but only a very small part of the rock was broken off.
When he was throwing stones, the senior brother didn't do anything and just watched from the side. He knew that the senior brother was a little weak, but in the end he was still a little angry because he was angry and helpless.
No matter how angry he was, Jun Mo would not accuse his senior brother, let alone speak ill of him, so he felt aggrieved and started crying without knowing why.
The senior brother looked at the huge rock for a long time. When he found Xiao Junmo crying, he looked at him for a long time, then left without saying anything.
The senior brother left so heartlessly and senselessly. Jun Mo would naturally not cry again. Who would he cry for? He washed his face with cold stream water, regained some energy, picked up the ax again, and was ready to continue smashing.
At this time, the senior brother came back with a dozen tough big bamboos in his arms. His forehead was covered with sweat. It was very hard for him to drag these bamboos down.
The senior brother stuffed the moso bamboo into the gap between the rock and the cliff. After calculation, he confirmed that it was accurate. Then he called Jun Mo to him and said, "Pry it out."
Jun Mo always listened to his senior brother's words. Although at that time, he didn't understand what his senior brother wanted to do and what the use of those bamboos were, he still followed his instructions and pried those bamboos.
The huge rock was hit with a mountain ax for three days and three nights, but it was not broken. Then when Jun Mo went to pry it, he found that the rock quickly became loose, and then rolled down the mountain road and became a place in the mountain stream.
landscape.
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Many years have passed since that incident, but Jun Mo still listens to his senior brother's words. Since his senior brother asked him to pry, he went to pry it. He walked up to the leader and inserted the iron sword in.
The iron sword was not between the leader's body and the cliff, but penetrated the edge of the chessboard.
The drunkard's face changed slightly.
Jun Mo waved his iron sword and pried it off.
On the cliff, the vitality of the world was in chaos, the wind howled, and the stones on the surface of the White Tower peeled off, hitting the head of the first tower, splashing countless smoke and dust.
The first one is still majestic and motionless, and the chessboard is still in the cliff.
The front end of the iron sword bears an unimaginable weight, it is a real mountain.
Jun Mo wants to pry this mountain up.
A clear whistle burst out from his lips, as bright as the cry of a phoenix and as loud as a mountain avalanche.
The wine bottle on the drunkard's waist floated slightly.
The eldest brother turned his back to him and stood in front of him.
Amidst the clear whistle, the iron sword in Jun Mo's hand bent slightly, then straightened again.
His sword is always straight and cannot be bent by mountains.
Between the bends and the straightness, there is unimaginable power.
The chessboard was finally pried up and slowly rose toward the ground!
The leader's silver eyebrows fluttered, and his hands suddenly turned over and pressed on the chessboard.
The mountain falls on the chessboard again.
Jun Mo's clear whistle suddenly stopped, and he shouted like thunder: "Get up!"
The cliff collapsed, the pear tree swayed wildly, the green leaves fell like rain, and the chessboard rose!
The leader's hand is on the chessboard, and he then rises, still sitting cross-legged.
The iron sword is strong, but even if the chessboard and the first giant peak, which is as heavy as Prajna, are lifted up, they can only pry up a very small gap. That gap is thinner than a hair, and no ant, no matter how small, can crawl in.
But this is enough.
If there is a gap, it means that the chessboard and the mountain have been separated.
To be continued...