After reconciliation with Jianzun

The fact that the monster can use the monk as a hidden body is a serious matter. Ji Taxue has no reason not to report it, and tacitly allowed Ye Zhili to inform the Xianmeng in front of her.

Ye Zhili can be said to be very worry-free. After returning to the small courtyard, he didn't take a step out again, and concentrated on cultivating himself.

The fight with the ten demons made him understand again that in the world of comprehension, strength is the last word.

If the demon really intends to use the Xuanjian Pavilion as a breakthrough to provoke the relationship between the various sects and the Immortal League, then he is in a very dangerous situation.

He would not pin his safety on the protection of Xuanjian Pavilion.

The stove bought in Xushuizhou was assembled by him and put away. For some reason, Sheng Jian was in the Xuanjian Pavilion. The other party knew too much about his bulk refining techniques. If he accidentally bumped into it and recognized it, he had to bother to explain .

Let's practice again when necessary.

Xu Song can't stand being lonely, whenever he sees that he is free, he will pester him to talk and chat, or play chess and swords.

You can play chess twice, but you can't compare swords.

He broke two swords within three days after he came to Xuanjian Pavilion, this was to empty out his meager family fortune.

So the most communication between the two is playing chess. Xu Song's mentality is top-notch.

This evening, the two of them played another game in the courtyard, Xu Song went down to the back and cursed, pinching a jade white chess piece and didn't know where to put it for a long time.

The treatment Xuanjian Pavilion gave Ye Zhili was much better than when he was in Xianmeng. The utensils for drinking water are all high-grade bone china, and the tea is new tea from this year. There are buds and leaves stretching out in the cup, and it is tender and fragrant. .

He was about to finish his cup of tea, and Xu Song was still thinking about it by himself.

Looking at the irretrievable chess game, his dark eyes rolled, and a topic came up: "Song Song, how did you come to Xuanjian Pavilion?"

Xu Song didn't raise his head, and said casually, "Monsters are rampant, and the world is in trouble. We, as monks, naturally have to protect the people. We just happened to come here when we came to Xuanjian Pavilion, so we stayed here."

Ye Zhili then asked: "What about the half-Buddhist saint?"

Xu Song finally realized that this game of chess was hopeless. He twitched his mouth, threw the chess piece back into the jar, raised his chin slightly and said, "Why do you ask this?"

Ye Zhili spread his hands, with a calm face: "I am a liaison envoy, this is my task, and Pavilion Master Ji has promised me to let you cooperate with me to understand the situation."

Xu Song naturally received Ji Taxue's permission, it was not a big deal anyway, he crossed his legs on the stool again, intending to chat with Ye Zhili.

Ye Zhili poured Xu Song a cup of tea again, and ran to find a pen and paper, and then let Xu Song start.

"The half-Buddhist sage met the pavilion master a long time ago, and he was the first to respond when the pavilion master established the Xuanjian Pavilion," Xu Song scratched his head, not knowing what else to say, and said after holding back for a long time, "That's right, the half-Buddha sage is the most powerful Buddhist cultivator in the cultivation world, do you know that? The place where we are sitting now was originally called the Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave. It was the half-Buddha sage who saved all the wronged souls, and then the Xuanjian Pavilion was built. "

Ye Zhili's pen is fast and steady, and the paper is full of small script, neat and orderly, without even a trace of smearing.

Seeing that Xu Song had finished telling the story of the half-Buddha saint, he asked again: "What about Hei Wuchang?"

Xu Song glanced at Ye Zhili's record, and secretly thought in his heart that he is indeed the liaison envoy, and that he has such a good handwriting, he can find him next time to write Bian.

He took a sip of tea and continued: "Hei Wuchang was originally the boss of the Ten Thousand Ghosts' Cave. It is not true if she is the boss. In order to protect the people around her, she has personally suppressed the Tens of Thousand Ghosts' Cave for nearly a hundred years. After the Xuanjian Pavilion was built, it joined the Xuanjian Pavilion."

Ye Zhili wrote the last stroke on the paper, his tone and expression remained unchanged: "Then, where is Sword Master Yuanheng?"

As the liaison envoy of Xianmeng, the personnel information of Xuanjian Pavilion should be recorded in the book, but when Sheng Jian was mentioned, his heart still skipped a beat involuntarily.

It made him unclear for a moment what he was asking today for.

Xu Song didn't know the twists and turns in his heart, and he still replied as before: "About ten years ago, demons attacked Lihuo Island next door, and Yao Wu and the half-Buddhist sage went to help. The monsters gushed out from the cracks on the Xushuizhou side.

"When we were struggling to resist, Sword Master Yuanheng arrived with his sword and froze all the demons to death. Since then, he has stayed in Xuanjian Pavilion and guarded the crack in Xushui Island with us."

Ye Zhili paused, hesitated for a moment and asked: "Sword Master Yuanheng is the leader of the swordsmanship. He used to guard the hinterland of the Central Plains. Why did he suddenly come to Xushuizhou?"

"Then how would I know? Although Sword Master doesn't like to talk, he has a good temper. The only thing that happened in the past... If you are curious, go ask yourself..." Xu Songzheng said, suddenly asked Ye Zhili He waved his hand behind him, "Sheng Jian, Xiao Ye Zi has something to ask you!"

Ye Zhili froze on the spot, the ink beads gradually accumulated on the tip of the hair, trembling and falling down, and fainted into a mess on the rice paper.

The five senses of the monk far surpassed that of ordinary people, and Sheng Jian did not hide his breath at this moment. He noticed that the other party was getting closer, put the pen back into the pen holder like a thief, and pulled a piece of blank rice paper to cover the pile of chaotic ink. Turn around and look.

Sheng Jian was wearing a silver-white gown with sword sleeves and a waist, and the dark patterns on it swayed with his movements, like waves of waves, surrounded by the sandalwood fragrance that Ye Zhili was accustomed to smelling.

This incense was chosen by him for Sheng Jian when the two were not reconciled. After so many years, he never thought that it would never be replaced.

Sheng Jian said to Xu Song, "Ji Taxue is looking for you."

Xu Song said okay, jumped off the stool and ran out of the yard, in a hurry, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Ye Zhili took a new tea bowl and poured a cup of tea for Sheng Jian.

Before he was reborn, Sheng Jian was always busy with many things. Even if the two were Taoist couples, sometimes it took ten and a half months to see each other.

I didn't expect to become a stranger after rebirth, but I saw it so often.

He endured distracting thoughts, showed the most suitable expression to Sheng Jian, and asked: "I don't know if Master Jian came to the humble house, what is the matter?"

Sheng Jian didn't answer immediately, just looked at him without any emotion for a moment, and then took out something from the storage bag.

It was a long sword with a faint blue light, the closer to the tip of the sword, the brighter the light, the more intense the chill, one could tell it was extraordinary at a glance.

"Pay you."

Ye Zhili understood.

This is about Sheng Jian breaking his sword when the two were at Xushuizhou.

Jian Zun personally came to the door to apologize, if he didn't answer, he would appear to be ignorant, so he said with a smile: "Jian Zun has a heart, Ye thanked Jian Zun."

He is well aware of Sheng Jian's temperament, he doesn't like to talk too much when interacting with others, and serving tea is only out of politeness, thinking that Sheng Jian will leave after delivering the sword, but unexpectedly, the other party sits down.

Sheng Jian lifted the hem of his clothes and sat opposite him with his back straight. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "Why do you flatten Jiangyu?"

Ye Zhili's movement of retracting the sword was trembling for a moment, and he was almost cut by the sword.

Shengma saw it!

When he was fighting with monsters in the wild, Sheng Jian came from behind him. Before the person arrived, the sword move arrived first. He thought that Sheng Jian didn't notice it from such a long distance, but now it seems that the opponent, as a generation of sword masters, What you see and feel is beyond your imagination.

Twenty years is a real time for the world, but for him it is not even a dream, it is just the effort of closing and opening eyes.

And he and Sheng Jian have been together for too long, those passing away of love and the hurts of their own experience are all like yesterday.

Everything is so close.

It was so close that he couldn't face Sheng Jian calmly at this moment, so he didn't intend to confess his identity to the other party.

Shengma was still waiting for his answer.

Ye Zhili smiled again, with some unclear apology, he was born with a pair of innocent downcast eyes, and now he is more sincere: "A senior brother of Ye Mou in Xianmeng is also a sword cultivator, he admires Sword Master already For a long time, he often imitated Sword Master's moves, and Ye also learned a few moves when he was free."

There is no rule in this world that only one person can use one's moves, but there may be some people who would mind it in their own hearts. If Sheng Jian can achieve great success, he is naturally not narrow-minded, so he is not included in this list.

Ye Zhili knew this, so he didn't add superfluous words "overstepping", otherwise he would be mocking Sheng Jian's stinginess.

Sheng Jian took a sip of tea, his eyelashes flickering calmly.

Just when Ye Zhili breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Sheng Jian was about to leave, Sheng Jian said casually, "This tea is familiar."

Ye Zhili's heart hung up again. During the days when the two were together, he always made tea for Sheng Jian. Sheng Jian asked sword tricks and deliberately mentioned the taste of tea. Did he discover something? ?

He also picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, and when the warm tea rolled down his throat and slid into his lungs, he stabilized his mind and replied: "It was given by Pavilion Master Ji, or Master Jian once drank it."

Sheng Jian has always been expressionless, and his face still has the same alienation from time immemorial, which makes it difficult for people to see what is going on in his heart.

Sheng Jian stopped talking, and Ye Zhili also adhered to the principle of talking more and making mistakes, and quietly sipping tea together.

After an unknown amount of time, seeing that Sheng Jian's tea bowl was empty, out of politeness, he lifted the teapot and wanted to add some more for the other party, Sheng Jian raised his right hand and made a stop motion.

This is what it means to leave.

Ye Zhili became vigilant because of Sheng Jian's sudden question about tea just now, but seeing Sheng Jian's actions, he didn't let go of his mind.

Sure enough, Shengma spoke again.

Only this time it is no longer a question, but an explanation.

"I came to Xuanjian Pavilion to avenge people."

Ye Zhili was puzzled, could it be that the head of Liuluomen died?

His current status and Sheng are only related by three sides, so he doesn't want to ask more questions, and he doesn't want to ask more questions. He just complimented him: "Jianzun is a person who values ​​righteousness."

Sheng Jian raised his eyes and looked at him, his eyes were like mountains and seas.

The mountain is a dangerous mountain, and it is difficult to see the top of the mountain.

The sea is a distant sea, and it is difficult to understand the true meaning of the sea.

Ye Zhili has met these eyes so many times that he no longer has any wishful thinking.

There was nothing wrong with his expression, and his expression was full of admiration, as if he really regarded the man in front of him as a benevolent hero who existed in heaven and earth.

Respectful and polite.

Sheng Jian said no more, got up and left the courtyard.

After Sheng Jian's back completely disappeared, Ye Zhili finally let out the breath in his chest.

Can be regarded as gone.

He cleaned up the table with a wry smile, only to feel that the time spent making this cup of tea was much longer than the 20 years since his death.