Rebirth of Heavenly Reward

Liangjin had made up her mind, so Qingshuang didn't persuade her anymore, and time was running out, so they immediately left the town and went to the suburbs.Liang Jin called Zhuo Yi out, and with Qing Shuang guiding the way, the three hurried to Zixiao Palace.

Above the clear sky and in the vast sea of ​​clouds, the grand array of Zixiao Palace stretches for thousands of miles, magnificent and magnificent.

At this time, in the Zixiao Hall in the middle of Zixiao Palace, Yan Buhui was sitting cross-legged, with a rarely seen dignified expression on her dignified face, she silently looked at the palace in the hall who was kneeling on one knee, eyes downcast and nodding. The elder, with a faint heaviness in his deep eyes:

"Have they made trouble in front of the palace gate?"

The black-clothed elder kneeling under His Highness replied in a deep voice:

"A group of Taoist sects headed by Fenqing Valley sent masters to gather in front of the gate of my palace, clamoring for the palace master to give them an explanation."

Yan Buhui let out a long sigh, then slowly closed his eyes, his expression was dignified, and there seemed to be a bit of sadness, but the complex expression was fleeting and no one could see it.After she calmed down, she asked again:

"How many people came?"

"Led by Fenxiuyan in the Fenqing Valley, there are 36 people in the Nascent Soul Realm, including one late Nascent Soul, six middle Nascent Souls, and 29 early Nascent Souls. There are countless monks in the realm of alchemy and body refinement."

Yan Buhui's long and narrow phoenix eyes were slightly opened, and there was no emotion in her deep eyes. She nodded lightly, then raised her hand and waved back the elder Ziyi. She lowered her eyes in thought, and muttered to herself:

"When will it be the end?"

She stared silently at the gate of the Zixiao Palace, and after a while, she suddenly got up and took a step forward, and her figure disappeared from the place where she sat cross-legged just now.

A little farther away from Zixiao Hall, there is a small courtyard named Yuxianju.Yan Buhui quietly appeared in the courtyard without disturbing anyone.

She looked at the wooden door of the hut in silence, and without hesitating for too long, pushed the door open and entered.

Although the furnishings in the house are simple, they are exquisite and tidy, which shows that there are always people taking care of them.She walked towards the inner room, and saw a figure lying flat on the wooden bed against the wall from a distance.

The person on the bed closed his eyes tightly, his face was neither happy nor sad, his cheeks were rosy, and his breathing was calm. It looked as if he was just asleep.

"Chen Yu..."

A murmur sounded, Yan Buhui looked at the face of the person on the bed, and started to lose his mind.In her ears, in a trance, her thoughts drifted to two years ago, and she seemed to hear that gentle voice of inquiry again:

"Has the Palace Master of your clan returned yet?"

It was a sunny day, Yuxian lived in the house, Chen Yu woke up from meditation as usual, walked out of the temporary hut, saw a Zixiao Palace disciple passing by outside the door, she casually called a disciple over, and asked softly :

"Has the Palace Master of your clan returned yet?"

The disciple knew that the person who lived in Yuxian's house was a distinguished guest of the Palace Master, so he naturally didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly bowed his head:

"The reason why the palace lord is going out, I and other young disciples are not very clear, so I don't know whether the palace lord will return."

Such an answer seemed to be expected by Chen Yu, she shook her head helplessly, her expression was calm, she did not show any disappointment because of the little disciple's answer, and she gently let the Zixiao Palace disciple leave.

"I heard from the disciples in the palace that you would ask them every day if they are here?"

An unexpected voice came from behind, Chen Yu turned around, and saw that Yan Buhui had already stood outside the courtyard at some point, she was still dressed in a gorgeous palace dress, with a purple skirt and golden gauze, and her long hair coiled like a phoenix. With a dignified appearance, there is also a sense of arrogance.

It is such a beautiful woman, but she stands at the top of many monks in Zhongzhou, a terrifying existence that turns her hands into clouds and hands into rain. She is also the only cultivator of transformation of gods in Zhongzhou.

Seeing Chen Yu turn around, Yan Buhui's cold eyes revealed a light that others could not understand, and said indifferently:

"At the beginning you left without saying goodbye, and now you are so anxious to find me, Zixiao Palace, but you came and left as soon as you said?"

Regarding Yan Buhui's pretended indifference, Chen Yu pursed his lips and smiled, with a gentle expression, and said in a warm voice:

"I never thought that the majestic Zixiao Palace Master would be such a vengeful person."

After she recovered from her injury, she originally wanted to bid farewell to Yan Buhui, but Yan Buhui temporarily left Zixiao Palace for some reason. She missed her lover Liangjin and didn't know when Yan Buhui would come back. So he left only one book and drifted away, unexpectedly when they met again, Yan Buhui had such a gesture.

Although Yan Buhui spoke sarcastically, and his whole body showed the alienation that strangers should not get close to, but in the eyes of Chen Yu, who lived in Zixiao Palace for a while, Yan Buhui's behavior was not much different from a child's anger .

Hearing Chen Yu's words, Yan Buhui raised his eyebrows and was about to get angry, but Chen Yu waved his hand in a timely manner, and said in a soft and peaceful voice:

"It was my responsibility to leave without saying goodbye at the beginning. I will drink three cups with the Palace Master in the future to make amends. But this time I am looking for the Palace Master because I have something very important to tell."

Chen Yu's face was solemn, not like a joke, Yan Buhui fell silent, she glanced at Chen Yu sideways, then hummed softly, turned around and walked into Yuxianju, with a flick of her sleeve robe, the entire Yuxianju had been surrounded by formations. isolated.

She sat down on the stone bench in the courtyard and said:

"Tell me, what is it?"

Chen Yu walked up to Yan Buhui and sat down beside him, sorted out his thoughts a bit, and then said:

"My disciple Liang Jin and the palace lord's lover, Qing Shuang, both disappeared in the secret place of Purple Mountain. Liang Jin's life card has not been broken. I guess her life is not in danger."

Yan Buhui heard the words, nodded in response and said:

"Shuang'er's life card is also intact."

Seeing that Yan Buhui was so indifferent, Chen Yu also felt relieved, she nodded and said:

"Although Liang Jin has not returned, he brought a very important news out of the secret place of Purple Mountain."

Afterwards, Chen Yu told Yan Buhui the news that Liang Xuanle and Mu Tong had brought from the secret place of Purple Mountain verbatim. Yan Buhui had a solemn expression and promised Chen Yu that he would handle it properly.

Chen Yu had lived in Zixiao Palace for more than half a month, and left after conveying the news. He never thought that within a year, there was a sudden news that there was an abyss crack between Linfeng and Hefeng Ancient City.

Yan Buhui rushed to Linfeng in a hurry, but came one step too late. Ling Yunzong's mountain gate had been completely destroyed. Ling Cangqiong led Ling Yunzong's disciples to transfer, leaving only a few monks in the late stage of body training, and one of them was Chen Yu. .

When Yan Buhui arrived, it happened that Chen Yu was hit by a real demon in the Nascent Soul stage, and he was about to die. Chen Yu returned to Zixiao Palace.

"Your life was saved by me. I didn't say you can die, so you can't die."

On the way back to Zixiao Palace, Yan Buhui pursed his lips tightly and murmured in hatred.

Afterwards, Yan Buhui retreated to heal Chen Yu's injuries, because Chen Yu was injured by a real demon, and there was a ray of real demon energy left in his body. It took Yan Buhui several months to completely remove it, but Chen Yu's The spiritual consciousness was also impacted by the devil energy, and even Yan Buhui couldn't say whether he could wake up in the end.

It was also during the time when she was retreating to treat Chen Yu, the major immortal sects in Zhongzhou joined forces to seal the Nine Nether Crack, so Yan Buhui was naturally unable to be there.

And the invitation to seal the Nine Nether Crack was intercepted by someone, and none of the Nascent Soul masters in Zixiao Palace participated, which led to the complete failure of the operation to seal the Nine Nether Crack.

All the immortal sects in Zhongzhou were furious, and jointly put pressure on Zixiao Palace. Even some preparations made by Yan Buhui because he knew the plot of Fenqing Valley in advance became useless in this sudden chaos. All the spearheads pointed at Zixiao Palace.

Because of the heavy cold, the identity of the demon cultivator was suddenly exposed, which completely pushed Zixiao Palace to the forefront.Zixiao Palace can't argue with a hundred people, it has been reduced to a demonic sect, accused by thousands of people and reviled by thousands of people.

The disciples in the palace were panicked, and many elder disciples defected from Zixiao Palace because of this, and now [-]% of the remaining people in Zixiao Palace are not complete.

Those monks who grew up enjoying all the resources of Zixiao Palace are now following the villains who sow discord outside the gate of Zixiao Palace, clamoring to completely eradicate Zixiao Palace.

"Chen Yu, you can't be unfaithful in being a human being. You once said that you would drink three cups with me to accompany you. Why are you still snoozing now?"

Yan Buhui didn't hear the noise outside Zixiao Palace, she looked at Chen Yu lying flat on the bed with a complicated expression, and after a long silence, she murmured again:

"I'm afraid Zixiao Palace will be destroyed in my hands. I can't protect the inheritance of the master, and I can't protect you either."

This woman as proud as a phoenix showed a rare loneliness and fragility at this moment, but no one could see it.

"If... when you came to look for me, I would have kept you, wouldn't everything have been different?"

If she left Chen Yu behind, Chen Yu wouldn't be hurt. Even if Ling Yunzong was destroyed, the sadness and sorrow that came out of nowhere in her heart would not haunt her like tarsal maggots, making her no matter what, We must save this person.

It's a pity that there is no if in this world, and there is no chance to start again. One wrong step, one wrong step, after all, it is irreversible.

Yan Buhui let out a long sigh, then turned around and walked out of Yuxianju, the next moment, her figure appeared in front of the gate of Zixiao Palace.

Outside the gate of the palace, apart from the many immortal sects of Zhongzhou who came to crusade against Zixiao Palace, there were also disciples and elders who were loyal to Zixiao Palace and glared at them.

Among the crowd who came to make trouble, someone suddenly shouted loudly:

"The demons in the Zixiao Palace are heretics! They have deceived the world for hundreds of years! Today I am here to eliminate demons and defend the Tao!"

After the sound fell, there were countless noisy voices, all of which were echoes:

"Dispelling demons and defending the way!"

"Dispelling demons and defending the way!"

"..."

Outside the gate of Zixiao Palace, an old man in black glared, his face blue:

"Don't be too presumptuous! My Zixiao Palace is a place where you can run wild!"

As soon as he said a word, he was about to take action to teach the person who had just uttered such wild words.