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Everything was messed up, the Hengshan Sword Sect's happy event turned into a funeral, and the ability of Zhulianzimu Gu successfully deprived every victim of the Gu's life.

It was heard that the person who played the Gu was none other than Ning Qing, a disciple of Xuantian Sect, one of the protagonists of this happy event.

He committed suicide after destroying the entire Hengshan Sword Sect, and the gathered Hengshan Sword Sect cultivators were attacked by Qianjiu Palace demon cultivators. Fortunately, Xuantian Sect Master Jing Rong was present and prevented a disaster.

And because of Xuantian Sect Master's order, all the cultivators did not agree to seal the extinction of the Hengshan Sword Sect. This matter involved more than two sects, and the culprit was Rongxie Daojun's younger brother. He didn't want them to mention it again. Common sense.

Jing Rong, who was in the vortex, didn't want to talk much, and only planned to go to the Frontier of Yuyao to see how the battle was going.

Today's Jing Rong is No. 1 in the world of cultivation. Judging from the attitude of the demon king, it is not difficult to see that he only fears Jing Rong alone. No matter how dissatisfied the monks are with the destruction of Junior Brother Jing Rong If it is not allowed, they dare not say too much.

"Bullying the soft and fearing the hard." Yun Jing, who was rushing to Mount Heng, blushed, covered his lips with one hand and looked down, "Senior brother Zhelan, why bother..."

Jing Rong just stood there and didn't speak.

His younger brother Ning Qing and Ning Zhelan destroyed the Hengshan Sword Sect by himself, which was a rebellion against the Xuantian Sect and even the entire cultivation world. There would be no tombstones and no funerals. a whole body.

No one will write plain onyx for him, burn a page for him during the Ching Ming Festival, and remember his name, that gentle and elegant Ning Zhelan.

He is a rebellious cultivator and a disgrace to the sect.

Jing Rong raised his hand, only to see a plain white sleeve, he actually dressed the three of them in filial piety in just a few months, who will be next.

"Junior sister, go back to the sect."

"I don't want to go back, senior brother, tell me... where is senior brother Zhelan?" Yun Jing prayed, "I haven't seen him for a long time, I never thought about it..."

Xuantianzong's farewell will be the last time.

"There is no dead body, no need to look for it, no need to mention it again." Jing Rong's eyes were empty, he couldn't let Zhe Lan get involved with Moxiu any more, and let the world have more capital to criticize Zhe Lan.

Yun Jing was taken aback, and took a step back in disbelief, "Brother...you are lying to me, aren't you...?"

"This is true."

"Are you just watching him die like this...?" Yun Jing opened his mouth and took a breath, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"He did something wrong."

"I don't care what he did wrong?!" Yun Jing growled, and then wept more intensely: "He is... Brother Zhelan... How can we look at him... look at him... ..."

"Come here, take Yun Jing back to the sect." Jing Rong turned around with a flick of his sleeves, no longer looking at how miserable Yun Jing was crying.

He has already made a conclusion on this matter, and he doesn't need anyone to comment on it.

But Zhelan... that junior whom he watched grow up little by little, why did Zhelan kneel on the ground begging him for the last time they met...

Jing Rong faintly wanted to laugh, but his thoughts were at a loss. In his spare time, he stared at the depressed Hengshan Sword Sect. The collapse of this sect that had stood proudly in the southern region for thousands of years was like a dream.

It is the evil results they cast that they will taste for themselves, and the causal reincarnation of this incomplete heaven is too slow, and others have to fill it in.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter what the road ahead is.Jing Rong clenched his fist unknowingly, he will get back the Xuantian Stone he lost in person, as long as he is alive for a day, whoever is the master of the Eastern Realm, don't try to meddle in the remaining three realms.

The head of the imperial demon sleeve in the southern realm is Qin Wujian, the No. 1 heavy sword of Xuantianzong.

When Jing Rong came, Qin Wujian was wiping his blood-stained sword. He couldn't even go to the suzerain's funeral, and of course he couldn't go to Ning Qing's wedding banquet, but he already knew a lot about what happened recently. up.

"Senior brother." Qin Wujian raised his head and smiled at Jing Rong, quite proud and tired, "Look at the monster race in the southern border, we have honestly blocked them from outside the pass, don't even think about coming in, and don't even think about it." want to hurt the people."

He didn't mention anything other than controlling the demon, he only talked with Jing Rong about the recent situation in the southern border, as if everything was going on as usual after the demon disaster.

"Is there anything you're not used to?" Jing Rong asked him.

Qin Wujian answered straightforwardly: "Is there anything I'm not used to, Wei Limin is a common man, just hold back this energy and protect them well!"

"However, if you have to say something, there is such a thing." Qin Wujian paused, "The monsters in the southern border are too cunning and too scattered, as long as I am reckless, it is still suitable to go to the border defense line, and then fight them a joy."

Qin Wujian chuckled, "Nan Siyuan Nan Daoist should be more careful, I think he should switch with me."

"You..." Jing Rong heaved a sigh of relief, the situation in the southern border is stable, and Qin Wujian, who is the leader of the sleeve, can also see it, which is a good thing in the end.

Qin Wujian has always acted very relaxed, and Jing Rong generally understands that he wants to relax a little bit. With these successive changes, the one who is under the greatest pressure is no different from Jing Rong who is in the center of the whirlpool. Qin Wujian doesn't know how to say sweet words , he will only do things to make everyone feel at ease.

When Jing Rong left the southern border for the southern border, Qin Wujian mentioned some old words: "Senior brother, your junior brother, I am a rough man, and I don't know how to comfort others, but you have to believe it, just like what Senior Brother Wudu said What, the Dao is constant? The Dao is natural?"

Qin Wujian was confused as he spoke, he scratched his head angrily, "Anyway, the meaning is pretty much the same!"

"The past is the past, and cherishing the present is the most important thing." Qin Wujian, who rarely reasoned with others, stammered, "Think about it, what is the purpose of our sect, to protect the common people in the world, to love the world, and now The world is very chaotic, it is better to abide by the ten thousand year purpose of my sect."

After saying that, Qin Wujian laughed, he was a big bastard, and he was able to reason with his suzerain senior brother.

Jing Rong has been listening quietly, until Qin Wujian finished speaking, he finally met Qin Wujian's eyes, and replied: "I understand, thank you for your teaching."

"Hey, there is no teaching or not." Qin Wujian waved his hand, "Anyway, brother, you should know that as your junior and subordinate, I will always support you."

"En." Jing Rong nodded, and when he looked at Qin Wujian's face that had undergone a lot of vicissitudes, the distance between the two of them was getting farther and farther away.

It turns out that time and distance can really change a person a lot, but this pure heart has never changed.

southern border

This is a land soaked in blood. Since Nan Siyuan and Ning Jiuchen took extreme measures, the monster races outside the border retaliated like crazy, and the border was naturally blood-stained.

Under such circumstances, Nan Jiang's leader, Nan Siyuan, can still take care of himself cleanly, and let the common people pass by with a whisk.

He was not surprised by Jing Rong's arrival. After all, Jing Rong is the new leader of Xiujie.

Nan Siyuan plucked the strings, and the emotions hidden under the strings were complicated and unspeakable. He just sat quietly. When Jing Rong came, he didn't stop what he was doing. Jing Rong also listened quietly, without disturbing, until After the song ended, Jing Rong said slowly: "The moon is reflected in the second spring."

"The two strings depend on each other." Nan Siyuan loosened the bow, and the instrument with only two strings broke one string, no longer what he said the two strings depended on each other.

"Why bother."

"Why bother, Lord Dao?"

The two of them were turning corners in their conversation, but it was Nan Siyuan who couldn't stand Jing Rong's silence first, stood up and saluted, "Welcome Daoist Lord to Nanjiang."

"Get up." Jing Rong was not in a high mood, he was already a little exhausted, Nan Siyuan gave him another song, Erquan Yingyue, and he didn't know if he was mocking or mourning.

"I thought that Anshun is the best place to have you in southern Xinjiang." Jing Rong looked at the scorched land and mountains, and then at the dilapidated city wall. He didn't know whether human blood or demon blood was soaked in the devastation.

"I also thought that Taoist Lord is the one chosen by heaven, and his life will be perfect." Nan Siyuan responded to him, no doubt.

Jing Rongyuan saw that the mountains did not move, but a strong wind struck and cut off a strand of Nan Siyuan's hair, "It's not your turn to teach me a lesson."

"I don't mean to offend you, please don't blame me." Nan Siyuan looked as usual and stood upright, "What I want to say is that you are a Taoist who is biased even in this world. The crossing can be rounded, what the Taoist Lord is going through now, maybe it is God's will in the dark?"

"Fate calamity crosses by itself, and the world of mortals returns to the avenue after it is completely broken. This is the path that Taoist Rong Xie should take."

"What do you mean?" Jing Rong didn't want to hear too clearly, but when Nan Siyuan said the words, he knew who he was talking about.

"Some people, some things, you don't need to worry about them too deeply. The left and right are just a stumbling stone, and the loess is a piece of clay. If you finally succeed in the road, you will still have a long time to go."

and then?

"The Daoist Lord cultivates this ruthless avenue. There are some truths that should be clearer than me." Nan Siyuan paid homage, "You and I are both defenders of the Dao in this peaceful world. Siyuan has only one message to send, and Zhong Nan Guan decided to be Daojun is a powerful vassal, no matter how the future is, what the rumors are, the master of the cultivation world, I will only recognize you as Daojun in Zhongnan Guan."

Jing Rong quietly looked at the galaxy like water with his hands behind his back, amidst the radiant light, it was Nan Siyuan who bowed his hands and worshiped him, calling him a defender of Taoism.

Wei Hedao?Wei ruthlessly said?Or is it Taiping Road?Or, a thousand sails are all gone.

"Get up." Jing Rong retracted his sleeves, "As long as this seat is here for a day, the world will be prosperous and peaceful, and monsters can't mess around."

Nan Siyuan expressed his heart in this way because Jing Rong promised lightly that he could not predict the future, but the hexagram said that this thread of life was tied to Jing Rong's body, and he seemed to understand suddenly, Xuantian Zong Yuan didn't seem to understand why he tried his best to protect Jingrong.

"By the way, Daoist Lord." During the relative silence between the two, Nan Siyuan seemed to have thought of something, and took the initiative to say: "Over the years, I have collected many rumors and anecdotes from all over the world, and I can barely sort out some of the predecessors. Hidden ancient records."

"You want to tell me about your superstitions?" Jing Rong looked at him with no emotion in his eyes.

They knew what Nan Siyuan was studying, and they had some disputes. Now that Nan Siyuan brought up the old matter again, they didn't know what he meant.

"No." Nan Siyuan turned around, "What I want to say is that what you should be on guard against is not the southern border or the southern border, but Jiuxiaotian."

The author has something to say: I learned about the background of Erquan Yingyue. It was really hard for our teacher to pull this out. Unfortunately, the other students laughed too loudly. The teacher didn’t finish it. I was very sad when I wrote this paragraph. ,Why