Guarding the Sutra Pavilion for a hundred years, investing in the destiny villain

Donglin sect.

Back Mountain.

In the purple bamboo forest, lush vegetation grows. Even though the outside world is approaching early winter and frost and snow have fallen, the purple bamboo forest is still green and full of vitality and heat, and is not invaded by the cold snow.

As we went up the mountain, we heard bursts of clear and melodious laughter just as we approached the mountainside. Looking around, we saw only a silver-haired girl. The little loli who used to have a pair of ponytails has now grown into a slim girl with a fair face. Exquisite, wearing a silver dress, dancing at every turn.

It is pleasing to the eye.

My mood naturally improves.

"Uncle Master!"

The silver-haired girl also saluted those who came up the mountain, and immediately shuttled through the purple bamboo forest like a happy bird. Along with her were several boys and girls of similar age, entangled with each other, and it was so lively.

Shaking his head slightly.

Continue walking up the mountain.

Near the top of the mountain.

There is an ancient pavilion, and there are several figures drinking tea and chatting inside. The fragrance of tea is overflowing. When you reach the top of the mountain, you can overlook the huge eastern territory of Huangzhou, and you can see the snow-capped area. It is really wonderful.

"Tsk!"

"Number five!"

"You're too late!"

"Punish yourself with a cup!"

Jian Qingzhu was wearing thin white clothes with a gentle smile on her face. She faced the middle-aged man who was walking slowly, with a hint of fun in the corner of her mouth.

Feel free to look around.

On the pavilion.

Only a few people showed up.

But they are all acquaintances.

[No. 3: Gu Dongliu! 】

[No. 4: Jian Qingzhu! 】

[No. 5: Palace Master of Huangtian Palace! 】

[No. 6: Li Sheng! 】

[No. 7: Wang Ye! 】

[Number [-]: Chu Xun! 】

It was a gathering belonging to the Jie Xin Order, and it was also a rare leisure gathering. Even though the Palace Master of the Huangtian Palace, who had dealt with the matter in Huangzhou, came at the fastest speed, he was still a little slow. He looked at the people already in the ancient pavilion. Several people sitting down, making tea and drinking, couldn't help but smile relaxedly. They stepped forward and said, "One drink is a little too much as a punishment. Good wine is rare, so I'll punish myself with three drinks!"

The crowd booed.

With a big smile on his face.

This is a rare gathering for this small group. Even Dugu Jue and Qi Wuzhuo, who has emerged from the imperial dynasty, have not invited this gathering. It is a friendship between the group friends.

Viewing on a snowy day.

Sit down and drink tea.

Talk to each other.

Naturally happy.

"It's a pity that No. 1, No. 2, and No. 8 in the group never showed up!" Gu Dongliu said with some regret. There were nine people in the group. The six people who often participated in the group were a rare gathering. On the contrary, the remaining three The person has never shown up, maybe because the token has not been discovered yet, or because of other reasons.

Wang Ye lay there lazily, took a sip of his drink, squinted his eyes, and admired the beautiful scenery. He smiled at No. [-]'s words and didn't mind and said: "We will meet each other if we are destined, so there is no rush!"

"drink wine!"

Li Sheng raised the wine glass in his hand.

As the host, Chu Xun also had a gentle smile on his face. He was very grateful to Jie Xin Ling in his heart. If it weren't for Jie Xin Ling's help, he would not have the opportunity to recognize this opportunity, and he would not have the trip to Ruzhou. , let alone someone to help in times of crisis. If he wanted to compete with the Qin Dynasty alone, he would be too weak and weak.

and so.

He was very grateful to Jie Xin Ling.

I also cherish the friendship of my group friends.

Even if time is tight.

Still make time.

In the purple bamboo forest.

Drink and chat.

……

……

compared to this.

Qin Dynasty.

But there is no such relaxed and quiet atmosphere. The defeat of Huangzhou has made the supreme overlord of Zhongzhou feel the pressure. It has always been invincible. With the help of the Qin Dynasty's cavalry and elite soldiers, it has continued to sweep across the wilderness. The Qin Dynasty continued to expand its territory.

The rise from more than [-] years ago.

Nibble away little by little.

From a remote place.

up to now.

Already occupying one-sixth of the land of Zhongzhou, it has swallowed up countless Taoist lineages, immortal forces, and supreme dynasties. They have put their scriptures into the Sutra Pavilion, and relying on the vast land of Zhongzhou with all their talents, Numerous geniuses were cultivated.

But the continuous expansion, and the defeat of the Huangzhou, made the forces that had previously swallowed or surrounded them suddenly smell the opportunity to resist. Even a Huangzhou with a quasi-emperor could resist this supreme dynasty, so the Qin Dynasty... …Is it really that scary?

Even if there is a slight sign, it is an extremely serious matter in the eyes of this supreme dynasty. A thousand-mile embankment was destroyed in an ant nest, let alone these forces that have not yet been tamed.

Qin Dynasty.

Royal Palace.

Inside a certain hall.

A young man with long black hair hanging around his chest and back was entangled there. He closed his eyes slightly, and the waves of the avenue that emanated from his body filled the entire hall.

"Squeak!"

Closed door.

Open slowly.

Qin Yuansheng walked up in plain clothes. He was more restrained and depressed than when he was in Huangzhou. He had a unruly beard, and his eyes were gloomy and downcast, but he did not lose his edge. He was just temporarily blinded and unable to move from there. Daokannai walked out.

Step into the main hall and feel the meticulous and terrifying avenue around you. The pure Buddha nature is more than ten times stronger than the Buddhist Buddha. Various Taoist principles, if you ignore the black-haired man sitting cross-legged above, you would think that this is the origin of the Taoism.

"too strong!"

Qin Yuansheng murmured softly.

He knew how powerful Ye Wushuang was. He had realized the Great Dao early and it was still a different kind. His true combat power was far beyond what Tianji Pavilion expected. And he came to his sister-in-law's training place again after a few years and only then did he know about this black man. No matter how powerful the young man is, the Quasi-Emperor will not be his opponent compared to him.

When he fought against Chu Xun in Huangzhou, he felt great oppression, but when facing this young man in black, he felt suffocated. If he had room to fight back against Chu Xun, he would struggle continuously against this young man. may not be available.

"Wushuang!" Qin Yuansheng shouted softly.

"Ok!"

The young man in black who was sitting cross-legged opened his eyes. He had piercing eyes, black hair shawl, and was extremely handsome. His whole person revealed an outstanding temperament.

"I lost!" Qin Yuansheng said complicatedly. He knew that the trip to Huangzhou would not be so simple, but the final defeat still made him heartbroken and suffocated, especially when his men died for him. Even if they had no way out, it would be the best. choice, but these days I still feel the struggle of my soul, otherwise I would have become a quasi-emperor with the mastery of the 'Path of Halberd'.

"It's a pity." Zhenwu Great Sage Ye Wushuang said with regret, as if he felt that he had a chance to defeat Chu Xun but missed it, and Qin Yuansheng was also silent. He was thinking that if he entered the Huangzhou and fought a decisive battle, he would pay a price, but The final result will never be so embarrassing, let alone the loss of many armies and allies.

A free and easy smile.

Let bygones be bygones.

Qin Yuansheng stared at Ye Wushuang and said, "Father, let you move!"

"it is good!"

Ye Wushuang nodded, and with the slight movement of his fingers, the avenues in the hall were stirring. For a moment, Qin Yuansheng felt that he was as fragile as an ant under them, and he even saw the terrifying waves of the black-robed young man as he stood up. The numbers melted into the body, and with a gentle step, he walked out of the hall where he had been in seclusion for many years.