The sick beauty and the master are always collapsing

Qing Han Xianzun's answer really made Elder Baigu unimaginable.He had previously guessed that the person Qinghan Xianzun cared most about should be Gu Yuan, and what Kunshan Mirror showed him should also be related to Gu Yuan.

The prophecies circulated in the cultivation world are closely related to Elder Baigu, and he even saw with his own eyes what happened to Gu Yuan after he became a demon.He originally thought that Qing Han Xianzun looked exactly like him from the inside. Why did he hear this answer? It was so strange?

beautiful?

Elder Baigu cast his eyes on Gu Yuan. Gu Yuan's eyebrows and eyes are deep, white where it should be white, and black where it should be black. Instead, it should be brightly colored. Instead, it is light and light. It is a standard handsome appearance. No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with these two words.

What did the Qing and Han immortals see in the Kunshan mirror? !

Could it be Gu Yuan?

Elder Baigu murmured in his heart, his eyes fell into a sluggish look, which happened to collide with Gu Yuan's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He was sure that Yan Xingjun saw Gu Yuan in the Kunlun mirror, but he couldn't imagine who Gu Yuan would see in the Kunlun mirror.

Maybe it's dark,? Maybe you can't see anything.

Even from the current point of view, Gu Yuan should have affection for him as a master, but that is Gu Yuan, there is no desire or desire in the prophecy, and the Moon Feather Sect can be slaughtered by turning around, disturbing the cultivation There is no peace in the world, and after finally leading the demon cultivator to occupy the cultivation world, the Demon Lord disappeared inexplicably.

Elder Baigu really couldn't think of what Gu Yuan could see in the Kunlun mirror.

Does this kind of person really have a heart?

Elder Baigu asked, "Gu Shunzhi, what did you see again?"

What did he see?

Gu Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Xingjun beside him, and said slowly, "I saw a beauty."

At that moment, Elder Baigu didn't know whether Gu Yuan was referring to the beauty he saw in the Kunlun mirror, or Yan Xingjun.

In the Kunlun mirror, a figure from behind was working in the kitchen, making the room smoky, and his fair face was stained with dust. He made a trick with both hands, and the fire under the stove naturally rose, and at the same time, the lid of the pot next to it was covered on the pot.

The man said solemnly: "This time it should be done."

Birds singing and flowers fragrant, although there is no aura here, it is even more heavenly.

When the time passed bit by bit, the man nervously walked back and forth in front of the stove. When the time was almost up, he folded his hands and murmured something, and only lifted the lid of the pot when everything was done.

The man showed a happy smile, turned his head excitedly and said, "Little apprentice, it's done."

It is Master.

Although half of his face was covered by ashes, leaving only a speck of white skin that could barely be seen, his eyes shone like the sun and the moon rising together, and there were thousands of stars dotted around.

Beauty is in the bones but not in the skin.

Gu Yuan said: "So why did the elder show us these things?"

Elder Baigu opened his mouth, then sipped it back.

Of course, he hoped that Qinghan Xianzun would lose his mind after seeing what Gu Yuan did in the future, so he could take the opportunity to force Qinghan Xianzun to hand over the chalcedony.

It would be best to break the relationship with Gu Yuan, so that Gu Yuan had to leave Qingxuan Peak, just like the prophecy said, and finally hated Yan Xingjun and destroyed Yueyuzong.

And he can become the biggest hero among them.

——This is what the prophecy said.

Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected surprise, which forced Yan Xingjun's true identity out.

Without Gu Yuan's blessing, it would be impossible for Yan Xingjun, whose true identity was exposed, to stay in the Moon Feather Sect. By then, Yan Xingjun might become the common enemy of the cultivation world.

All the treasures of Yan Xingjun, he can share one or two.

Both prophecy and Kunlun mirror are prophecies, even without his intervention, these things will happen.However, seeing the relationship between Qing Han Xianzun and Gu Yuan getting closer, he felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.

It's as if the line of time and space has taken a 180-degree turn. If this turn is not prevented from continuing, the prophecy in the prophecy may not come true.

He doesn't allow this to happen.

While Yan Xingjun was immersed in the world where the Kunlun Mirror was located, Elder Baigu quietly cast his gaze on Gu Yuan.

Judging from the prophecy in the prophecy, Gu Yuan will experience a death once, forgetting his past, he will become a Demon Lord and rule the world of comprehension.

Could it be this time?

Thinking of this, he stabbed fiercely at Gu Yuan.

stab-

Sparks were produced by the collision of metals, Yan Xingjun frowned and panted slightly: "What do you want to do to my apprentice?"

"Master..." Seeing that Yan Xingjun's complexion was not very good, Gu Yuan just wanted to ask, but he closed his mouth again. He put his hand behind Yan Xingjun's back, and transferred part of his spiritual power into the master's body.

Master's face has been cold for many years, and others can't tell the difference. If he reminded him aloud, wouldn't he be exposed.

Yan Xingjun sensed what the little apprentice meant, and immediately gave him a look of nothingness.

There are differences in spiritual power between different people, even if two people practice the same way, there will be differences.Accepting the other party's spiritual power without resistance is actually a risky behavior, and it will never be used unless it is a last resort.

The strange thing is that when Gu Yuan's spiritual power was transmitted to Yan Xingjun, there was almost no difference between them, and there was no sense of obstruction, as if this spiritual power was born to Yan Xingjun.

It wasn't until Yan Xingjun's face turned a little bloody that Gu Yuan withdrew his hand and transferred the spiritual power to the sword again.

"Don't resist!" Elder Baigu said, "Gu Yuan will cause the biggest disturbance in the cultivation world for thousands of years, don't you understand?"

Yan Xingjun said: "I don't understand. I only saw that you forced me to hand over the chalcedony because of your own selfish interests. Because you were afraid of a prophecy, you forced my apprentice to do exactly the same thing as in the prophecy."

"The Master-Apprentice Ceremony has already been held. Gu Yuan is the disciple of this deity. Even if he destroys the realm of cultivation, he still has his own deity as the master's discipline. How can we allow you to talk too much?"

For monks, life is very short, so short that before they have time to realize the Dao and ascend, life will come to an end;

Similarly, for them, a lifetime is a hundred times longer than that of mortals in the lower world. They have tasted boundless loneliness, endless years, and no end in sight.

For monks, is a person's life long or short?No one can draw a conclusion.

The flowers bloom and wither, the tide ebbs and flows, for Gu Yuan, his life is neither long nor short, just right.Reborn at just the right time, met the master at just the right time.

No matter how short it is, it will not be enough.No matter how long it is, there is no need for this.

Yan Xingjun laughed and said, "Little apprentice, do you think being a teacher is too possessive?"

"No." Gu Yuan shook his head.

Gu Yuan divided the spiritual power into two, gave half to Yan Xingjun, and gathered the other half in the "Three Thousand Swords".

The "Three Thousand Swords" and the "Fourteen Swords" combined into one, with the potential to open up the world, shattering the dream of Elder Baigu who had been drunk for many years.

"Yan Xingjun." Elder Baigu covered his wound and spat out a mouthful of blood towards the ground. He staggered and wanted to fall backwards. He stuffed all the pills into his mouth and managed to recover his breath.

Where would Gu Yuan give him a chance to make a comeback? The sword pierced through Elder Baigu's chest. He lowered his eyes and said, "No way."

He will not become a catastrophe in the cultivation world.

Because he has found a rope that can lead him forward.

Unless the rope is cut, he will be able to forge ahead in the snow that cannot see ahead.

The death of Elder Baigu made the rest of them flinch. ,

Yan Xingjun bent over and coughed violently, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, Gu Yuan took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood away.

Yan Xingjun half leaned on Gu Yuan, straightened his waist again, held a sword in his hand and smiled calmly, "Are you still coming?"

Gu Yuan also spent more than half of his spiritual power, and obviously most of his strength was used to support Yan Xingjun, but he didn't show any expression on his face, he just stood there quietly, touching the sword at his waist, and his eyes occasionally drifted to Yan Xingjun's small body ear.

He didn't need to say anything, Yan Xingjun could understand what he meant.

Both of them were completely lost, but none of the people present caught up. Instead, they took two steps back and watched vigilantly with their swords in their hands.

It's already reached this point, what are these people waiting for?

Gu Yuan's gaze was fixed on the little red mole on Yan Xingjun's ear, his face suddenly changed, and he turned to look at the Yueyu Sect Master.

The head of Yueyu Sect seemed to be aware of it, and avoided Gu Yuan's sight.

Before Gu Yuan had time to speak, the Kunlun mirror that fell on the ground suddenly emitted a dazzling white light, which enveloped Gu Yuan and Yan Xingjun in it.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and a winding waterfall brings freshness to the bottom of the mountain.

A man dressed in black sat in the attic, and there were many dishes on the table in front of him, besides which there was a sword and a flute.

He half-closed his eyes and looked at the waterfall in the distance, and put a piece of chopsticks into his mouth from time to time.

From behind him, a fluffy head poked out, crawled along the neck of the man in black to the front, and looked at the waterfall with round red eyes.

After a while, the little rabbit said, "Master, what are you looking at?"

"Great rivers and mountains." The man in black replied.

The little rabbit withdrew its head, and its paws crawled along the man's hair in black to the top of his head, and found a comfortable place to lie down, "Isn't it just mountains and rivers? What's so interesting? It's fun to learn human form before."

"Little rabbit." The man in black flicked the little rabbit's head, "If you practice according to your trend, you will only have a personal appearance."

The little rabbit didn't quite understand, so he tilted his head and asked, "I've heard the elders in my clan say that the most important thing to be a human being is emotion. It's just a mere emotion. If I can even master the transformation form, am I afraid that I won't be able to master emotion?"

It rolled over the head of the man in black.

"Yes." The man in black replied perfunctorily, "Excellent."

The little rabbit stood up again with a grunt, "It's you, master, who sees mountains and rivers every day. Don't you practice the way of ruthlessness? Is it possible that this thing of cultivating sentiment can make the way of ruthlessness go further?"

The man in black took the flute from the table, jumped up with his hands on the table, sat on the fence of the attic, crossed his feet, and played a melodious song.

Along with the spring breeze, this piece of music came to the little rabbit's ears.

"Does it sound good?" the man in black asked.

The little rabbit smacked his mouth: "It sounds about the same."

The flute twirled in the hands of the man in black, and the original melodious tune became whimpering, "How?"

The little rabbit thought for a while and asked, "Is there any difference from the last song?"

The man in black tapped the flute on the little rabbit's head, "The day you understand it, you can become a real person. I will give you a flute then."

The little rabbit's eyes were about to light up. This flute is very precious to his master, who usually doesn't let people touch it. He straightened up and asked, "Is it this one?"

The man in black smiled: "At that time, your master, I will carve you a flute with a rabbit on it with my own hands and give it to you."