After reconciliation with Jianzun

Let’s talk about today’s cultivation world.

I don't know who had so much free time during the decisive battle, and used a shadow stone to record the fighting scene between Yuanheng Sword Master and Demon Lord, especially the scene of the final sacrifice, which made countless people cry. A lot of fresh blood poured in.

The followers of Jian Zun gathered together and said that they would build a martyr's shrine, Jian Zun hall and other things for Jian Zun.

The statue of Jianzun should be carved with Lingshi.

The most expensive kind in the world.

Yang Hongchang stood on the site in plain clothes, looked at the low wall that had just been erected, and suggested, "Do you want to carve another formation mage next to the statue of Sword Master?"

"This...Master Ye is still here, so it's not very good."

"But Jian Zun is so lonely alone, they are so in love with each other."

"Why don't you ask Master Ye what he means?"

"I have already sent someone to find Master Ye, everyone, please wait for the news."

A group of people were discussing in a hurry, and suddenly a monk with a happy face rushed down from the sky, and a cloud of black dust rushed to the entrance of the Martyr's Shrine. Because the landing was not stable, Yang Hongchang almost knelt down with a plop .

Yang Hongchang was so frightened that he quickly helped him up. How dare he be bowed down in front of Yuanheng Sword Master's sculpture!Even if the sculpture hasn't been built yet!

A bearded swordsman recognized that this was his own disappointing disciple, stepped forward and asked, "How is it? Did you find Master Ye? What did Master Ye say?"

The disciple pointed his arms back to the void, he was still breathing, his face was flushed, and he spoke intermittently: "Jianzun...Jianzun..."

Jianxiu asked anxiously: "What happened to Master Jian? What did Master Ye say?"

Disciple: "Sword Master is alive!"

The news of Sword Master's return caused a great shock in the comprehension world, especially the sword repair circle was a collective carnival, praising Sword Master, who was originally the leader of the Sword Dao, to jump out of the three realms, as if the next moment he could see Sword Master rising from the ground. fairy.

Some people are happy and some are worried.

Those who clamored to eradicate the traitors were basically divided into two groups.

A group of people simply want to punish rape and eradicate evil. Most of these people have a strong temper and dare to act boldly. Many of them even want to apologize to Sheng Jian face to face.

Shengma ignored it.

The other group originally wanted to fish in troubled waters and get rid of Sheng Jian, the sword master who was pressed on the top, so as to gain a good name for himself and open up a way to get ahead. Now that Sheng Jian is back, he is worried all day long that he will be retaliated against .

Shengma didn't understand either.

He was busy coaxing Ye Zhili.

After the war ended, Ye Zhili realized that Sheng Jian's sacrifice was actually premeditated, and he didn't discuss such a big matter with him, so what's the point?

So his face was colder than the snow that fell on Xushuizhou on the day of the decisive battle.

"Jianzun is willing to sacrifice his life for the peace of the world. It is a high righteousness. I am willing to gather souls for Jianzun, just out of admiration, so as not to chill the hearts of people with lofty ideals in the world. Now that Jianzun has returned, I should leave , From now on, we will return from bridge to bridge, and from road to road, and I hope Master Sword will stop being entangled."

Sword Master Yuanheng chased after his former Taoist companion hard, and returned to the beginning overnight.

In this regard, colleagues in Xuanjian Pavilion said: It deserves it.

Yao Wu hugged a plate of melon seeds and gloated: "Jianzun, the little house on the top of your mountain is gone, and it was hacked during the decisive battle!"

Ye Zhili said indifferently to Sheng Jian who was following behind him: "Jianzun should go and clean up the place where he lives. I rushed all the way from Yanquan Mountain to Xuanjian Pavilion. I'm tired, good night."

Sheng Jian tried to follow in for a cohabitation, but was almost slapped in the face by a door panel.

Admired by monks all over the world, Jian Zun, who will own several Jian Zun halls outside, even has a problem with staying overnight when he comes back.

Xu Song laughed so hard that he took a while to say loudly on purpose: "Jianzun, during your absence, many excellent monks have pursued us to know Li. Men and women can line up from Xuanjian Pavilion to the gate of Xianmeng!"

Ye Zhili listened to the bustle outside, without any expression on his face, he washed himself and lay down on the couch.

It's been so long, and he's still angry.

It's none of Sheng Jian's business to sleep wherever he likes, even if he makes a hole in the world of humans and devils and escapes to the world of demons to sleep.

After the other hall masters who were busy outside heard the news of Sheng Jian's resurrection, they all rushed back to Xuanjian Pavilion the next day.

It's no wonder that those monks outside boasted that Sheng Jian was a blessing in disguise, and his realm was even higher after he was resurrected from the dead, and he was just a little short of ascending on the spot.

The hall masters of Xuanjian Pavilion are all great talents in the world, and they are all very interested in Sheng Jian's current cultivation. They drag Sheng Jian to compete in the training ground. Blend in.

When Ye Zhili arrived, the half-Buddha sage had already been defeated, and was sitting on the futon he brought with him to adjust his breath.

He looked towards the middle of the training ground, and Hei Wuchang's figure was so fast that only a thin line of black shadow remained, circling and attacking Sheng Jian from all directions.

And Sheng Jian didn't move half a step, his left arm was behind his back, and his right hand was slightly shaking from Cong Ye, blocking all of Hei Wuchang's attacks effortlessly.

Seeing him coming, the half-Buddha sage got up and put away the futon, and chatted with him with a smile: "Jian Zun really has improved a lot."

Ye Zhili nodded: "The color of spiritual power has also changed."

Still a nice cold blue, but more transparent than before.

Hearing his voice, Sheng Jian kept moving his hands, cast a glance at him in the shadow of swords and swords, and then said to the few people waiting in line for the competition: "Let's go together."

Xu Song pulled out Yang Feng: "Jianzun, are you too arrogant?!"

After scolding, several fellow disciples including Ji Taxue rushed up together, and even the half-Buddhist sage who had just finished adjusting his breath rejoined the battlefield.

Even if the world's great powers join hands, Sheng Jian is still able to handle it with ease, and makes crisp impact sounds from Cong Ye and various weapons.

Ji Taxue gave a brief order, and several people formed a circle, and all of them pressed towards Sheng Jian with colorful spiritual power in an instant.

It's just that the spiritual power was not suppressed halfway, and the translucent cold blue spiritual power shot up from the center, and if the air wave had any substance, it would blow everyone away.

Ye Zhili narrowed his deer eyes, pulled out Liuxian with his backhand, and walked straight towards Shengjian with his feet on the air waves.

When the coldness faded away from Ye Suo, the magic weapon ranked No. [-] in the swordsmanship ranking actually showed a bit of obedience.

The divine sword has a spirit, even if the sword wielder is not Sheng Jian, it will not hurt Ye Zhili.

Xu Song sat up straight from the ground and yelled, "Isn't it too obvious to release water?! This is flood discharge!"

Ye Zhili didn't say a word, changed his moves, and suddenly became fast and fierce. Seeing Sheng Jian competing with others, his hands were itchy, not to mention that he still had anger in his heart, and he just used it to vent it out.

Sheng Jian knew what he was thinking, and changed his sword moves accordingly, from only defending but not attacking to occasionally swinging a few times without mixing spiritual power, it can be regarded as back and forth.

The worries, despair, apprehension, fatigue, and love that have no place to rest since the moment of Sheng Jian's sacrifice are all integrated into Liuxian's every move and conveyed to Sheng Jian in the most direct and honest way.

The past flashed through his mind, and Ye Zhili's eyes were filled with emotion, making Sheng Jian feel distressed.

When another sword stab came, Cong Ye wiped Liu Xian's sword body and slid to the hilt, barely stopping at the foot of the inscription "Li", and Sheng Jian also moved forward, approaching Ye Zhili and whispered: "I know I was wrong gone."

Ye Zhili didn't pay attention, and turned to avoid Cong Ye, Liuxian still refused to stop, but his moves were obviously eased.

Sheng Jian was about to strike while the iron was hot, when Ji Wobing popped out of nowhere while nibbling on a sugar cake, with a look of sleepiness on his face, he casually said to Ji Taxue: "What are these two people who got up early in the morning doing? The Affectionate Sword that comes out?"

These words were not deliberately whispered, and the monks were all ears and eyesight, so Ye Zhili heard it naturally.

What an affectionate sword!

He was already thin-skinned, so he immediately retreated when he heard the words, and turned around to walk back.

"go for meal."

Before he took two steps, his waist was wrapped around a pair of solid arms, his shoulders sank, and then he felt the warm breath on the side of his neck: "Don't be angry, okay?"

He struggled hard, but he couldn't break free, so he couldn't help whispering: "Let go, there are so many people watching."

Yuanheng Jianzun, who has always liked to be quiet and low-key, never bothered to explain the relationship between the two of them, did not let go: "Just let them see, and not let them miss you."

Someone in the crowd whistled, and Ye Zhili was so ashamed that he wanted to dig a hole and get in: "Let go first!"

Sheng Jian knew he couldn't go too far, so he had no choice but to let go of his arms.

Sure enough, as soon as Ye Zhili got his freedom, he strode out. Judging from the meaning, he almost missed the sword.

Sheng Jian followed closely behind, and when passing by Ji Wobing, he heard the other party's non-malicious ridicule: "There is a long way to go."

Hearing this, Sheng Jian raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly.

"I know."

He answered very briefly, only paused politely for less than half a breath, and then followed Ye Zhili's back again.

No matter how far the road is, as long as the end is Ye Zhili, he is willing to walk for the rest of his life.

The author has something to say: There should be two extra episodes, which will end soon!

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