My masters are all over the world of comprehension

Chunyang unsheathed, and the sky suddenly moved.

The sound of the sword and the sound of the wind, the sound of gold, stone and jade, the long wind enters the sleeves, and the overwhelming killing intent strikes, pointing directly at Zhu Xizhu who is looking up, sideways to avoid, the sword intent pierces the void and lands on the ground, halfway The palace was razed to the ground in an instant.

Zhu Xizhu lifted his clothes to cover Lin Qiubai's buttocks, and raised his hand to summon the magic knife to meet him with the wind and thunder in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of tricks have been passed.

The edge of the sword is condensed with the chill of ten thousand renmin, and the sword pierces the sky and shakes the sky and the earth without light. Several gusts of wind smashed the rocks and palaces into pieces. This is the sword intent from the fairy king. Let the demon waiter scatter and flee in all directions.

"it is good!"

Zhu Xizhu smiled instead of anger, and drew his sword to meet him.

He has long been extremely dissatisfied with Lin Qiubai's other masters, since he has this opportunity, he might as well compete, so that Lin Qiubai can see who is worthy to be his master.

Well done!

The sword caused the wind and thunder, and the dark clouds came from Haoyuan Tianhuan. The deafening thunder sounded like a violent roar, resounding between the heaven and the earth in Fengdu.Zhu Xizhu clenched the magic knife tightly, and brought the wind and thunder roaring to attack the frosty and awe-inspiring fairy king, and thunderstorms gathered clouds wherever he passed.

The surrounding mountains fell apart and fell apart in an instant.

The two fought hard.

The sun and the moon were dark in the sky and on the ground, all the uneven places in Fengdu were razed to the ground, and the thousands of miles of mountains were also cut into plains.

One of the two is a fairy king and the other is a demon king. They all made unreserved moves to put the other party to death. Mountains and rocks collapsed and smashed into pieces, flying all over the sky like snowflakes.

The whole Wanlifeng trembled.

All the demon cultivators and ghost cultivators in the ghost mythology of Fengdu ran out to check the situation. Looking at the situation, there were two figures in the clouds, one black and one white. They changed the course of the mountains and rivers with a single stroke, and the earth roared. They were scared out of their wits and all retreated to the cave Don't dare probe.

……

Most of the magic palace collapsed, but the place where Lin Qiubai was was still intact.

He didn't pay attention to the two indistinguishable figures above his head, but covered his head under the quilt and his cheeks were flushed.

He was lying on his stomach to let Zhu Xizhu apply the medicine, and his posture was a little difficult to describe. Unexpectedly, Han Linxiao suddenly cut in the door to witness this scene with his own eyes!

Social death.

It was simply impossible to save.

He has always regarded Han Linxiao as a respected elder and a master, and now he saw such a frenzied scene!

how so!

Lin Qiubai covered his head in the quilt, and rolled back and forth with the quilt between his legs.

The whole spacious big bed was wrinkled by his tossing. After covering it for a long time, his brain was a little lack of oxygen. Lin Qiubai poked his head out and drank from the teacup placed beside the bed.

But the scene just now couldn't help appearing in his mind, his clothes were half-faded and his trousers were pulled to his knees, he tilted his wound and lay on Zhu Xizhu's lap, Lin Qiubai re-imitated the scene just now, and felt devastated immediately Feeling even more depressed——

From Han Linxiao's perspective, he must be able to see the scenery clearly.

Most of the demon attendants didn't dare to escape, and they all stood in the ruins of the demon palace. At this moment, tears streaming down their faces, they begged Lin Qiubai tremblingly: "My lord, please stop the two lords quickly, or the city of Fengdu will collapse. "

How could Lin Qiubai have the time to take care of them, he just wanted to leave far away.

Zhu Xizhu and Han Linxiao had better not appear in front of his eyes.

He wanted to forget about the scene of her death just now.

...

The infinite sword edge covers the sky and the sun, and the sky is covered with snow and thunder after thousands of mountains. Fengdu is full of snow and white snow at one time, and it is stormy and thunderous at another time. White light and black mist intertwine in front of everyone's eyes, and the world is black and white for a while.

Monsters and monsters also migrated everywhere.

Half a day passed in a hurry, and neither side showed any intention of stopping.

The whole cultivation world has his eyes and ears. Zhu Xizhu knew the identity of the person in front of him a long time ago, and only after the fight did he feel that he is the only one who has mastered the art of ruthless swords for thousands of years.But Han Linxiao realized that this person was Zhu Xizhu, the demon king of Fengdu, after a hundred tricks.

Shangqing Mountain is a holy mountain in the upper realm, and it rarely gets involved with other places.

He had indeed heard about Fengdu Demon Lord.

Acting cruelly and violently, with an arrogant and uninhibited temper, is he a demon who acts recklessly through and through, or is he born with the body of a heavenly demon who becomes more courageous as he fights.

Han Linxiao has had no opponent for thousands of years, and there is only one person who can do three tricks under the Chunyang sword, and there is only one Yun Liuling.

Now there is one more person to add.

Both of them knew a little about each other.

This bloody and protracted fierce battle lasted for three full days and three nights.

For three whole days, the whole Feng was in dire straits, with violent wind, snow, thunder and thunder, and all the demon cultivators, including monsters and beasts, hid them in fear. The demon realm, which was originally bald and hairless, even ran on land at this time No living creature can be seen.

Lin Qiubai also slept for three whole days.

Before Zhu Xizhu and Han Linxiao went to fight in the sky, they put seals on his bedside, so that the stone dust, smoke, snow, wind, thunder and lightning could not touch him, but also he couldn't go anywhere, so he could only paralyze on the bed and fight desperately. Brainwashing forces oneself to forget the embarrassing scene before.

But the more you wash it, the more impressive it becomes.

Maybe this is life.

The only thing that made him feel slightly relieved was that he finally had time to rest. Some time ago, he was trapped on the Zhuxi candle bed day and night. , It's so horrible that I can't even think about it.

Now he just lies on the bed every day without being manipulated, and when he wakes up, his waist and legs will not be sore and numb, and a certain indescribable place feels much better, and it seems to have returned to its original state. The indistinct sky is a day at a glance.

Added entertainment is bird counting.

In the special environment of frequent storms, snowstorms and thunder, the birds that can come out against the wind to find food are brave and fearless warriors, but he counted two birds in total in three days, one of which was halfway through the flight and was rolled down by the landslide The rocks fell below.

Afterwards, the bird was never seen again.

until the fifth day.

The physical strength of a monk is endless, Han Linxiao is different from Zhu Xizhu, he is calm and calm in nature, and he doesn't want to be entangled in the same situation, and his eyes fall on the wreckage of the magic palace.

Lin Qiubai was combing Kunlun mirror's hair and asked Kunlun mirror: "Kunlun mirror, Kunlun mirror, who is the most beautiful person in this cultivation world?"

Kunlun Mirror: ... He is also a magic weapon, after all, he has been completely reduced to a rainbow sycophant and tool man during this period of time.

Qi Ling was tired, and Qi Ling sighed.

But he is still conscientious: "Of course it is you, Lord Qiuqiu."

Lin Qiubai was satisfied.

Han Linxiao looked away, the more important thing now was to take Lin Qiubai out of Fengdu.

The pure Yang sword intent was as dazzling as a rainbow piercing the sun, Zhu Xizhu held the tip of his tongue against the upper gate, this sword glow was as menacing as it was real, and he couldn't just take it lightly and concentrate on receiving the blow that pierced through the sky.

However, until the brilliance is exhausted.

But there was no figure of Han Linxiao in front of him, Zhu Xizhu's expression suddenly changed and he finally realized something, and turned his head to look towards the Demon Palace.

Lin Qiubai was holding up the Kunlun Mirror to ask and answer questions, when suddenly ice and snow covered clouds and mists behind him, he turned his head and saw Han Linxiao approaching with a sword in the snow, so he must have seen everything he did just now.

...Why can't the society let him go.

Han Linxiao handed him his hand: "Come here."

Lin Qiubai hesitated for a moment, and put his hand in his.

Han Linxiao directly folded his palms, hugged Lin Qiubai horizontally, and tore open the cracked wall of Fengdu, and in a blink of an eye, he had arrived at Shangqing Mountain, where there were many mountains and only a few clouds and mist.

"White Moon!"

I wish Xi Zhu came one step later.

Just as he was about to pass through the space, the cracked wall that was torn open by hand has been slowly closed.

Zhu Xizhu watched the two figures disappear, his eyes were red, and the monstrous devilish energy around him twisted thousands of miles into powder.

·

Shangqingshan.

On the top of Wanren Mountain, the mountains and haze are deserted, covered with snow, and the twelve Buddhist bells roared, and the sound was deafening, which shocked the people on and off Shangqing Mountain.

— Could it be that the ancestor has returned?

They all want to.

Since the ancestor lost his beloved apprentice more than a hundred years ago, he has been staying in the cultivation world for a long time, and he has not returned for a long time.

At this time, the perennial snow on Shangqing Mountain is gradually melting, the vegetation is revived and fragrant, and the trickling water flows down from the mountain stream. It seems that the vitality has been restored from the frozen thousands of miles in an instant. Such a scene can only be shown when the ancestors return.

The sect master and the elders put down the things in their hands at the same time, gathered at the mountain gate and looked forward to it, with anticipation on their faces.

The sound of Yaoyao gradually stopped, and a figure stepped out from the void in the sky. Everyone was very excited, and they all bowed their heads and chanted: "Welcome the ancestor back!"

Thousands of miles of vast mountains and rivers stretched under his feet, Lin Qiubai only felt that he was being hugged, and then the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, from Fengdu where the sky was dark and the blood moon hung forever, to Shangqing Mountain where the immortals gathered in the upper realm.

Shangqing Mountain is the holy mountain of the upper realm, and all the upper and lower are immortals. Even any Sansao disciples are highly cultivated, and they are also admired by thousands of people in the cultivation world. But when they saw the figure walking across the mountains and rivers, they immediately He was ecstatic, weeping with joy, and bowed his head regardless of his manners.

Han Linxiao walked past with Lin Qiubai in his arms, and the others were overjoyed and couldn't wait to surround him, pushing, shoving, and tugging, all wanting to get closer to Han Linxiao.

"Zichen, don't push me, you won't be able to get through if you push me."

"I can't help it, the people behind have been pushing me."

"Who stepped on my shoes, stepped on my shoes!?"

"I found a shoe, whose is it?"

……

Being firmly hugged in his arms, Lin Qiubai grabbed the sleeves in his hands and looked out quietly. Seeing such a ecstatic scene, he couldn't help but speak again and again. This situation reminded him of the disciples of Daoyanzong who greeted Yu Chuci before, but Compared with the current scene, it pales in comparison.

Even the head of the sect couldn't restrain his excitement, and wanted to go up to talk to Han Linxiao.

Immediately afterwards, he noticed that in the arms of the ancestor...

It seems that he is still holding someone?

Lin Qiubai looked at him inquiringly, and then retracted his head non-stop. Han Linxiao was always watching his movements, and when he saw that he didn't want to look at others, he raised his sleeve to cover his face, Step over the mountains and carry people into the long-lived Chunyang Palace.

Others wanted to catch up but were stopped by the head, and everyone was dissatisfied: "The ancestor only comes back once in hundreds of years, shouldn't we wait and serve before him and do our best to be filial?"

The head of the sect told his discovery just now, and everyone was shocked. The ancestor had broken the rule for Lin Qiubai for thousands of years, and the rest of the disciples were treated equally. , the attitudes are all very alienated and indifferent, how can it be possible to walk with someone casually?

Could it be the fairy couple! ?

But this is even more impossible, after all, the ancestor cultivated the ruthless way.

The head of the sect has astonishingly sharp eyesight, and whispered: "Besides, I see that face is very similar to Bai Qiu."

White, autumn.

The name of Han Linxiao's favorite little disciple was known to everyone. The most regrettable thing is that he committed suicide to testify for his ancestor. This name has become an unspeakable taboo in Shangqing Mountain for many years.

This time when the ancestor returned, he held a young man who looked similar to him in his arms.

Although everyone didn't spend much time with the ancestor, they were all very familiar with each other's persistent temperament. The ancestor would never treat someone with a similar appearance differently just because it was simply Bai Qiu's reincarnation. Otherwise, it's just a coincidence.

After all, they dare not speculate about the supernatural powers of the ancestors.

But one thing is for sure—

Bai Qiu is back, and spring in Shangqing Mountain is back.

All the immortals wore elegant clothes and elegant demeanor, looked at each other and smiled and walked across the Yanyun Mountain Gate together.

Lin Qiubai, who was like "spring", was carried into the Guanxue Pavilion. As soon as his buttocks touched the fluffy soft couch, he put his hands on it and pressed it, and then sat on the spot in a regular manner.

Across the rhombus-shaped cloud table, Han Linxiao lifted his gown and sat down opposite him, Lin Qiubai could feel the real eyes on his face.

Lin Qiubai was suddenly a little nervous.

Guanxue Pavilion is the place where Han Linxiao has lived for a long time. Even if he hasn’t come back for hundreds of years, his disciples dare not neglect to tidy up and clean every day. From the ground to the window lattices, everything is clean and spotless. Guanxue Pavilion is located at the top of Shangqing Mountain In a secluded residence, there is no other sound except the chirping of birds and the wind outside the window.

The atmosphere of silence can bring people the most stress.

His fidgeting expression was seen by Han Linxiao. He has not been angry for many years, because no one can be put in his heart. Until he saw such a scene with his own eyes, his uncontrollable anger at that moment made him feel deeply Surprised.

Of course, he was very annoyed to see his most valued disciple being treated like this, but what made him most angry was Lin Qiubai's attitude. He couldn't see that Lin Qiubai was not happy at that time.

He seems to be willing to wish Xizhu to do so.

If it was just Zhu Xizhu's unilateral coercion, Han Linxiao would definitely not be able to let it go like this time, but the two of them are obviously in love with each other, so how can he express his opposition as a teacher?

What surprised Han Linxiao was that this was what made him angry.

Even now the anger has not dissipated.

After touching about half a stick of incense, Han Linxiao asked, "What's your relationship with Zhu Xizhu?"

Lin Qiubai didn't know his relationship with Zhu Xizhu either.

They used to be masters and apprentices, and Zhu Xizhu taught him a lot of spell formations, oh yes, and gestures, but not only that, they were also car friends who had a lot of carriage returns last time, which complicated and blurred the relationship between the two. The relationship, if it is said to be a former fairy couple, but after the reunion, the two hang out together again.

He himself doesn't know how to define it.

After a while, he asked cautiously: "What does Master think I have to do with him?"

Han Linxiao: "I want to hear from you."

"And the matter of your resurrection from the dead."

Finally asked.

Back then, Lin Qiubai died in front of their eyes. After reuniting, Han Linxiao and Yun Liuling didn't ask him too much considering his mood. Until today, Han Linxiao took the initiative to ask this question.

Guanxue Pavilion is the most advantageous place in Shangqing Mountain. As the name suggests, you can see falling snow all year round. Looking out from the half-closed window, you can see the vast dark clouds and snow on the top of the mountain. The branch fell down and made a "click" sound. Lin Qiubai grabbed the soft fur cushion under his body and said: "It's hard to explain the death and resurrection. In fact, Zhu Xizhu and I are also old friends."

Han Linxiao said lightly: "Old friend?"

Lin Qiubai's feet were also rubbing against the felt on the ground: "...it's not bad to know him since he established the foundation. He taught me many spells and he is my... master."

Having said that, Lin Qiubai's face turned red. The number of masters he recognizes is indeed a bit too much...

Every day I am forced to recognize how scumbag I am.

Master, respect.

Han Linxiao didn't speak for a while.

His first reaction was to say it was absurd, how could a master and apprentice do such an unethical thing, but then overwhelming anger surged in his heart and he had to control his emotions, the unfathomable eyes suddenly flashed into a flash of red.

Lin Qiubai rubbed the tip of his nose. He really regarded Han Linxiao as an elder, and it was much more enjoyable when he said it. He took the initiative to pour a cup of Qingquan tea and handed it over: "Master, calm down."

Han Linxiao raised his eyes and stared at him for a while, the young man in front of him was almost the same as a hundred years ago, his white and soft face was always innocent and obedient, every time he made a mistake, he was so flattering that he poured him tea and water.

Lin Qiubai's heart pounded when he saw it.

It wasn't until the past ten breaths that he felt a slight soreness in his wrist, and Han Linxiao took the teacup: "Zhu Xizhu is a wicked man, arrogant and evil, and you can have a good conversation with him?"

Han Linxiao speaks concisely and to the point, rarely speaking such long words.

Lin Qiubai felt that what he said was right. Although Han Linxiao practiced ruthless swordsmanship and killed life like ruthless under a hemp sword, he always saw blood and sealed his throat with a sword piercing the soul, unlike Zhu Xizhu who took pleasure in playing and torturing people. What he still remembers is that Zhu Xizhu once found thousands of monks in Tucun one by one.

Tie them naked to wooden stakes, pour boiling oil on their bodies in ninety-nine cold days, wait until their skin is ripped apart and their limbs are broken by the cold, and then they are dragged to feed the monsters.

At that time, the other monks present were scared out of their wits, and he still vividly remembers the appearance of tears flowing down his face.

It's just outrageous.

He was so frightened that he ate two more bowls of braised pork to suppress his shock, but Zhu Xizhu had never shown these cruel and terrifying methods in front of him, and he only witnessed it with his own eyes when he met by accident.

Lin Qiubai withdrew his thoughts, and said softly: "There is no distinction between high and low in making friends. He was quite normal when I knew him."

Han Linxiao narrowed his eyes and said: "He said a word to me during the fight."

Lin Qiubai thought for a while but couldn't figure it out: "What are you talking about?"

Han Linxiao: "He said he wanted to form a bond with you, and he wanted me to be a witness for you."

Lin Qiubai immediately stated: "It's nonsense, nothing happened!"

Zhu Xizhu did ask him to choose between the two, whether to have sex or to have sex after the contract is formed, but that is all he said to himself, Lin Qiubai is absolutely impossible to admit.

Seeing that Han Linxiao's eyes were as cold as ice and Ningxue in March, Lin Qiubai's heart was a little beating, and he dared to go over, grabbed the other party's sleeve and shook it gently, and said softly: " There is really no such thing, I never promised him, and Heaven can testify for me..."

The oath of heaven that is most important to monks, the coldness in Han Linxiao's eyes dissipated slightly: "You can do it yourself, that's fine."

There was something in his heart, Lin Qiubai continued to act coquettishly by his side, softly talked about his experience in the past half month, and the things he met with Fengran and Duan Jingsheng to express his sympathy. The coldness in Lin Xiao's eyes dissipated even more, when he heard that Duan Jingsheng was beaten up for his evil deeds, he said: "This person is a swordsman?"

Lin Qiubai: "Duan Jingsheng is a swordsman."

Han Linxiao: "Got it."

By the time Lin Qiubai finished his confession, it was already late, and the sky was getting darker. Every night, in the dead of night, was the best time to comprehend the Dao. Han Linxiao didn't stay long, and when he left, he ordered the disciples of San Sweep not to go in and disturb him.

There is nothing wrong with the disciples of San Sweeping.

The story of the old ancestor returning to Shangqingshan with his lost and recovered young disciple has been widely spread. The Sanshou disciple knew that there was a living ancestor living there, so he didn't dare to slack off. He hurriedly cleaned the entrance of the courtyard as soon as possible. left.

Lin Qiubai thought it was over.

Han Linxiao stepped out of the threshold with his front foot, and he rolled on the felt on the ground with his back foot.

The disciples here obviously know his preferences very well. From the pillow to the carpet, they are all made of crimson soft felt. According to his well-informed judgment, it should be the fur of some kind of precious spirit beast, which is naturally warm and exudes meticulous temperature.

Lin Qiubai guessed that Yun Liuling had tampered with his spiritual roots, otherwise he wouldn't have been so cold and sick for so long.

But even if the cold disease does not attack, he is born with a yin constitution and always has a natural pursuit of warm things.

This room should be his former residence. Lin Qiubai touched every part carefully, and everything was very suitable for him. There was even a small lantern by the bedside, which was covered with a pom-pom net to blur it. more dazzling light.

In the corner is a potted incense niche, which burns light and elegant incense.

There was a hand-sewn puppet on the place next to the pillow. When he touched these familiar things, the corresponding pictures vaguely appeared in his mind. He guessed that this place was his former residence.Every place is carefully arranged by him, and this puppet is a travel souvenir for him and Han Linxiao when they traveled in the mortal world.

He had a hunch that recalling all the memories was just around the corner.

After groping through the wing, Lin Qiubai used his spiritual sense to find out about the Mansion of Shanhai Ray. These days, the goldentails behaved very strangely. The specific manifestation was that they were not willing to come out at ordinary times, and they would roll over and over from time to time when they sank to the bottom of the water.

Like... heat?

Lin Qiubai thought about it, but unfortunately he didn't have similar books in his Qiankun bag to verify.

Shangqing Mountain is full of spiritual energy and all things are glamorous, far from being comparable to the well-known Fengshui treasure land of Dao Yanzong. Lin Qiubai rested his head on the soft pillow, thinking about the matter of He Zhi, and fell asleep unconsciously with his eyes closed.

Sure enough, with the experience of the previous car, his premonition was very accurate. In his dream, he also recalled all the memories of Shangqingshan, and the memories were not far from what he expected. He and Han Linxiao are serious mentors and apprentices .

This time there is no ambiguity.

Lin Qiubai felt at ease, as if he had let go of a burden and slept more comfortably, his chest rose and fell very rhythmically during breathing.

But it may be that he has just changed to a new environment, and he can wake up at the slightest sign of disturbance.

In the middle of the night, he heard the door being pushed open in the dimness, and the snow light reflected on his face. He frowned and thought he was dreaming, until he felt that the mattress was lifted and his shoulders were firmly held, he was sleepy and groaned With a sound, he woke up from sleep, and his lips were bitten hard.

The blurred moonlight shone through the white window lattice, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

And the person holding him turned out to be Han Linxiao who he had always regarded as the elder.

The author has something to say: He only feels the same, but he also feels the shame of others! !

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