The villain: the memory is exposed, making the empress cry for forgiveness

Lin Yuan had already taken Qin Zhimu with him, flicking his clothes to hide his achievements and fame.

Later, as soon as the figure of the young man with the great sword of the desolate bone appeared on the battlefield, the frontier generals of other countries all changed their expressions.

The sergeants were frightened upon hearing the news, threw away their helmets and armor, and were defeated.

Traveling among the mountains and valleys, Qin Zhimu reported safety to the palace every month.

Lin Yuan also went back to the barren pagoda and understood the secret technique of the word "Lin" rubbed on the first floor of the pagoda.

And climbed to the second floor of the barren tower, and his strength increased again.

Time flies, and a year flies by.

Unknowingly, the date for the ranking of the seven nations in the Taixuan Sanctuary is getting closer and closer.

Qingmen also ushered in the ranking selection of ten participating disciples.

Lin Yuan received a message from Feng Qingyang, and hurried back to the imperial city with Qin Zhimu.

The flying sword swiftly passed through the sky.

The scenery of the imperial city became closer and closer in the field of vision.

A year later, returning to the place of right and wrong again, a sense of tension that had been absent for a long time sprouted in the hearts of the two of them.

On the flying sword, the two embraced tightly.

One year has passed, and now Qin Zhimu has become more and more beautiful.

Even every frown and smile has the ultimate charm that seduces people.

Lin Yuan was also youthful, heroic, and with every gesture, he became more and more majestic like the Qing Emperor.

"Yuan, are you really going? I still think you're in a bit of a hurry."

Qin Zhimu looked worried.

"Mu'er, I can wait, but you can't. If the Yan Kingdom comes to ask for someone, what will be used to stop it?"

Lin Yuan let go of his arms, and raised his arms to hold Qin Zhimu's hair that was blown into pieces by the wind.

"Besides, Feng Lao has already told me that Yi Shuihan is now at the peak of the Xuanling Realm, ranking tenth in the Qing Sect."

Feijian had already entered the imperial city, Lin Yuan turned around and looked towards the imperial palace which was getting closer and closer.

"I was about to go to the battle agreement that was made that day. As long as I win him now, I will be eligible to participate in the Holy Land ranking."

Hearing what Lin Yuan said, Qin Zhimu shook his head.

"But every monk participating in the Holy Land ranking is a young talent who has come from various countries."

"And they are basically monks in the earth spirit realm. I'm afraid you will be injured in the battle."

While speaking, the flying sword slowly fell directly above the Rouyi Hall.

"Don't worry, I won't force it."

Lin Yuan replied, and hugged Qin Zhimu off Feijian.

"You are exhausted from traveling all the way. You should rest in the palace first. I am going to clear the door now. The trials should be almost over. I don't know if I can catch up."

Qin Zhimu fell from Lin Yuan's arms and hugged him again.

"It's been too long since I left the palace. I have to report to my father first, and then I'll go find you."

"Well, you must remember what I said."

Lin Yuan whispered to Qin Zhimu.

"Be careful with your father, he is very wrong."

Qin Zhimu nodded vigorously, with a solemn expression on his face.

She turned around, took small steps, and entered the Rouyi Hall.

Seeing Qin Zhimu disappear from sight, Lin Yuan stood up with his sword and flew to Qingmen.

The screen flashed.

At Qingmen Mountain Pass, a huge spirit boat that looks extremely luxurious is standing here.

In front of the spirit boat, stood a few young people who looked to be about 20 years old, dressed in the costumes of inner disciples.

They were waving goodbye to the crowd gathered at the mountain gate.

Those were the ten disciples of the Qing sect who were preparing to take the spirit boat and set off for the Great Qi Dynasty to participate in the ranking of the Seven Kingdoms.

The selection competition for the disciples of Qingmen has come to an end.

Undoubtedly, the quota for this competition is still the same as in previous years, divided among the top ten monks in the heaven list.

The spirit boat closed the ladder and was about to set off.

But at this moment, a piercing sound came from outside the mountain gate.

All the disciples and elders followed the sound and looked up.

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The flying sword came through the air from outside the mountain gate and fell slowly.

In everyone's sight, the figure standing on the flying sword finally became clearly visible.

And the moment they saw the figure clearly, all the disciples held their breaths one by one.

Because that figure that seemed to have stepped out of a picture scroll was simply too extraordinary.

It seemed that everything had become bleak in front of him.

It was a peerless young man who looked seventeen or eighteen years old, with a handsome face, unparalleled elegance, and an imposing aura.

He was wearing a thin white shirt, the white shirt was a little messy by the wind, and it was covered with dust and rain.

It could be seen that he had traveled all the way before coming here.

Seeing Lin Yuan jumping off the flying sword, it took a few breaths for the disciples to recover.

Then, there was a continuous inhalation sound.

Those new disciples who joined Qingmen this year seemed to have lost their souls, staring blankly at Lin Yuan.

They asked in their hearts, who is this person?

Although he couldn't feel the suffocating spiritual pressure on his body, just looking at it like this made him feel ashamed unconsciously.

This will never be an ordinary person.

"Elders, colleagues, long time no see."

Lin Yuan retracted the flying sword, stood in front of the dull-faced crowd, and smiled.

"I, Qingmen Lin Yuan, am back."

"Lin... Lin Yuan? I heard it right, is it the rumored Lin Yuan?!"

Countless disciples exclaimed at the moment the voice fell, causing waves of sound to surge through the entire mountain gate.

Those disciples who were lucky enough to meet Lin Yuan couldn't believe it.

This person who has disappeared in Bauhinia City for a whole year has unexpectedly reappeared in the public eye today.

In the past two years, Lin Yuan's name has become a household name in the entire Bauhinia Imperial City and even in the Qin Dynasty.

First, in the selection of inner disciples of the Qing Sect, with a crushing momentum, he completely defeated his opponents who were four small realms higher than him, and entered the Qing Sect.

Not long after, at the New Year's Eve dinner in the palace, he made a breakthrough on the spot, and defeated the famous Yi Huoran with a single sword, and won the title of the number one monk in the True Spirit Realm.

He also made a two-year agreement with Yi Shuihan, the son of Yishui, who is the nineteenth son of Tianbang.

Afterwards, she took Princess Zhimu away from the palace privately, causing an uproar.

All kinds of rumors such as coveting the princess's beauty, trespassing on the palace, and forcibly abducting her were all rumors in the imperial city.

Now that they finally saw a real person, how could these monks not be alarmed.

And the rest of the new disciples who had never seen Lin Yuan and only heard of Lin Yuan's name in rumors were even more surprised in their hearts.

They didn't expect that they would be lucky enough to meet such a legendary figure in the rumors today.

What's more, Lin Yuan's real appearance is even more extraordinary than the rumors.

And when Lin Yuan's eyes swept across, the hearts of the female disciples trembled even more, and a brilliant light appeared in their eyes.

"Oh, Lin Yuan."

On the spirit boat, Yi Shuihan squinted at Lin Yuan, his eyes were loose and cold.

"Having disappeared for a whole year, I thought you were afraid of me and hid."

Yi Shuihan sneered contemptuously, attracting the attention of countless disciples.

Everyone turned to look at him.

"In one year, you have been promoted to a great realm, and I don't know what kind of adventure you have, but the spiritual pressure can be regarded as an improvement."

Yi Shui coldly snorted, not paying attention to Lin Yuan at all.

"But in front of me, it's still just an ant."

After the sarcasm fell, many disciples were so shocked that their eyes widened and they talked a lot.

"What? I remember that when Lin Yuan first entered the Qing sect two years ago, he was only in the early stage of the true spirit realm!"

"With this speed, in the entire Qin Dynasty, it is rare to find a few?"

"Tch, what's the use of a fast promotion speed, there is only a vagrant who has a state of mind, brother Yi Shui wants to beat him, it's just a matter of one sword."

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"Senior Brother Yi Shui, why not take advantage of today's opportunity to complete the appointment of that year."

Someone shouted directly at Yi Shuihan on the spirit boat.

"Leave an unforgettable painful lesson for this arrogant kid who doesn't know the heights of the world!"

"Hehe, I don't need you to remind me, I will definitely let him remember today." Yi Shuihan stepped on his feet and jumped up from the spirit boat.

He flew directly over a distance of several tens of feet, and landed lightly in front of Lin Yuan.

"Two years ago, you abolished my brother, now, it's time to pay in blood!"

"It's useless to talk too much, let's fight if we want to." Lin Yuan said calmly, looking at Yi Shuihan in front of him.

"Today, I also came back to defeat you."

"Your qualification, I want it."

Hearing Lin Yuan's answer, all the disciples gathered at the mountain pass instantly exploded and booed.

"I'll go, this Lin Yuan is as crazy as the rumors say!"

"Crazy? It's not just crazy, it's so arrogant!"

"How dare he talk to Senior Brother Yi Shui like this, and even want to participate in the Seven Kingdoms Ranking? Don't piss and act like yourself!"

"Guess how many moves Senior Brother Yi Shui will use to crush this Lin Yuan? I can't guess ten moves, and Lin Yuan will lose."

"What? Ten tricks? You are an insult to the tenth in the list! Mr. Yi Shui wants to beat Lin Yuan, one sword is enough!"

At the mountain pass, several elders looked at Lin Yuan who was on the cusp of the storm, with different expressions on their faces.

"In two years, from the first level of the True Spirit Realm when I first entered the Qingmen, to the fourth level of the Xuanling Realm today, it is a whole big leap."

Li Hongzhang smiled, and said lightly: "This speed has created history in Qingmen."

"Fast is fast, but Yi Shuihan is at the peak of the ninth level of the Xuanling Realm, and he is only one step away from the Earth Spirit Realm."

The third elder Pang Guangyan looked at Lin Yuan with disdain.

"Although he had beaten monks who were four levels higher than him twice in a row, the difference in spiritual pressure at each level in the Mysterious Spirit Realm is simply not comparable to that in the True Spirit Realm."

He continued: "Lin Yuan has absolutely no chance of defeating him."

"This kid, after two years, that kind of arrogance really hasn't changed at all," the Sixth Elder couldn't help shaking his head: "It didn't even decrease but increased!"