Tai sui

The Qianxiu Temple is now divided into several floors, the valley and the half-hillside are reserved for candidate disciples who have not started, and the half-immortals who come to study outside the sect can use their swords, so they are unified in high places.There is a high mountain near the inner gate, and many caves have been added on the mountain wall, imitating Sanyue Mountain, separated by artificial small secrets, so that they will not interfere with each other.

Zhou Ying lives on the top of the mountain. When the clouds are clear, you can see the entire valley of Qianxiu Temple when you look back, and you can look forward to the 36 peaks... It’s just that the Qiuziyuan where you used to live is blocked by the dense forest in the valley. I don’t know who this session will be assigned to. family children.

Duan Rui nodded, time was always frozen on her body, and she repeated what she asked: "What do you see in your eyes?"

This time, Zhou Ying didn't hesitate, and replied bluntly: "Your Highness's aura is dim, and his body is covered with dust. If you don't retreat and clean up, it may not last long."

This is basically equivalent to pointing at someone's nose and saying "Your Yintang is black, and your life expectancy is approaching", which can be described as extremely rude.

Duan Rui didn't care, and said calmly: "Can you see Dao Xin?"

Zhou Ying looked at her and said, "There are still people who cut their feet to fit their shoes."

The corner of Duan Rui's mouth twitched, as if she was smiling, she flicked her sleeves, picked up a breeze, fell into the valley, and alarmed the bell of Chengjing Hall.

The afterglow of the setting sun brushed over the bamboo forest in Chengjing Hall, drowning the paths that many people walked.

Xi Ping stared at Lingyang River in a daze for a while, avoiding several cars beeping at him, feeling a little dazed—the Huafang Ferry he ran barefoot all those years ago was demolished.

Cui Ji still occupies the most prosperous area in Lingyang Hexi, and the outer wall has been renovated several times to catch up with people's ever-changing preferences. If it weren't for the small koi sign at the door, Xi Ping almost didn't recognize it.Even so, it still showed a tendency to be powerless and deserted.

There were no lanterns on the steam cars running all over the street, and it was impossible to tell whose family they belonged to. None of the ostentatious faces passing by in the cars were familiar, and Jinping’s dude had changed a few times.

In the end, he got back to Danguifang by relying on the Azure Dragon Pagoda.

The stone road has changed lanes, and Danguifang has also changed greatly. The third brother said that the Hou Mansion has built a garden, but for some reason, the outer walls and front and rear doors have not been renovated together, which is a bit obtrusive.

Xi Ping felt emotionally timid for no reason, and lingered at the door for a while, instinctively looking for someone he knew, only to find that neither Zhou Ying nor Bai Ling had replied to his letter.

Just when he felt that something was wrong, he heard the door knock, and a man in his thirties came out of the Hou's mansion, with a big face, wearing a long robe and short beard, quite handsome.The man was assigning some work to a group of servants, the porter nodded and bowed, and said "Master Zhang", quite flattering to this man.

Hearing that the old housekeeper Wu Letai passed away last year, Xi Ping guessed that this might be the new housekeeper.

There is a metabolization in personnel affairs, and Xi Ping has no objection to the new housekeeper...he just has a bad taste for no reason.

Xu felt his gaze, and the new butler inadvertently glanced in Xi Ping's direction, and with just one glance, he felt struck by lightning.

His small eyes were almost rounded, he stared blankly at Xi Ping for a long time, then squeezed out from the back of his tongue: "...Young Master?"

Xi Ping felt that this brother's facial features squeezed into a ball were somewhat familiar, so he smiled at him and thought: Who is this?

Before he could remember, the round-faced man ran towards him disregarding his image, got caught by the threshold, and almost fell to the ground.The concierge and servants rushed up to help, but the man threw them away almost angrily, and stumbled towards Xi Ping, crying, "Master! Is the master back?"

He knelt down with a "plop": "I am the bell!"

Xi Ping almost took half a step back, the bell had swelled into a chime, and he was kicked by the years brought by his partner at this time.

Before he came back to his senses, someone reported the news to the mansion. Xi Yue was the first to jump out of the crowd, followed by Lord Hou and Mrs. Cui, whose legs and feet were no longer flexible...

Baizhang Hongchen swallowed him down in one gulp.

On the Lingshan Mountain, Zhou Ying collected her spiritual consciousness and heard the calm voice of Princess Duanrui like an ancient well.

"The Way of Purity and Ruthlessness is an ancient inheritance, 'The Supreme Forgets Love, Forgets Love and Becomes the Righteous', so it has always been regarded as the ancestor of the three thousand ways, and it is the foundation of Taoism. It's just that this way is extremely difficult, and no cicada has sloughed since ancient times. My master died In the middle stage of ascension, she was preaching scriptures to her disciples as usual, all of them were based on the scriptures, without a single word of difference, half of what she said, she suddenly smiled, closed her eyes and passed away——before me, she had walked the farthest in the pure way one of them."

Her voice paused slightly: "As for me, you should have noticed that my time is approaching."

Zhou Ying replied: "Yes."

Duan Rui said again: "Those who enter this gate will be free from all emotions, cut off from the world, love and hate will be separated, have you thought about it clearly?"

Zhou Ying didn't answer right away, she turned her head slightly to the east - that was the direction of Jinping.

In order not to disturb the Qinglong Pagoda, Xi Ping restrained his breath when he returned to Jinping, but he couldn't suppress the movement of Danguifang.

Pang Jian landed on the street lamp at the corner of the street, looking at the brightly lit Hou's Mansion from a distance, and did not disturb him hastily.Once we parted from Yaoyao Township back then, a corner of the years of filth was uncovered, and was hastily covered by Jie Zhong on the bottom of the bottomless sea.Zhou Ying was born out of the sky like the projection of a monster in the world. General Zhi has locked Feiqiong Peak up to now.

Walking in the world is not qualified to go to the sky or enter the earth, but he smells the moisture that is about to come.

Pang Jian glanced in the direction of Prince Zhuang's Mansion, and saw that semi-demonic paper figurine of Bai Ling appearing at some time, also looking at the Hou's Mansion from a distance.

Pang Jian's lips moved, and he said via voice transmission: "I heard..."

Bering raised a finger at him expressionlessly: Shhh, don't make noise, it's rare to get together.

Xi Ping was only thankful that he had no Dao heart, and in a trance, he suddenly understood why Xuanyin Mountain did not encourage inner sect disciples to enter Dao and build foundations before their mortal relatives passed away.At a loss, he couldn't help being cowardly and rushed to the doctor for a while, and then called Zhou Ying for help from the air.

Zhou Ying didn't hear it, so he looked away, and nodded to Princess Duanrui: "Yeah."

"The catastrophe of not crossing the sea started because of me, and ended with you. It must be a destiny in the dark." Princess Duanrui looked at him, and the aura on her body suddenly became dimmer. For a moment, her ice and snow There was a hint of fatigue under the ageless and unchanging face.

She is eight hundred years old.

"You have a talent in this way that none of your predecessors have. The Pure Way has been waiting for you for a long time." She reached out her hand to the Lingtai of Zhou Ying, "Follow me."

There was a "boom" in Zhou Ying's ear, the pain of the demons sucking the marrow when he was young, the countless sleepless nights in Guangyun Palace, the absurd ditty, the smell of blood, the smell of snow brew, the smell of decay, the warm old man's breath on his grandmother... ...Many sharp emotions that had been lurking over the years surged up together, and his spiritual platform shook violently, and he couldn't breathe for a while.

But he didn't hide, he inspected his way inch by inch, and heard the ancient voice injected into his consciousness.

Anger, resentment, joy, anticipation...they froze one by one, frozen into ice sculptures that were no longer noisy, and displayed on his altar.Zhou Ying turned around suddenly, and saw that there seemed to be a mirror on the altar. In the mirror, there was a crazy self, and there was a crying and laughing self. Many forms were separated by the mirror, and the things that affected his mood were all in the mirror. , and then disappeared.

His path was clear, and he had never been so peaceful in his life.

After erasing all distractions, the doubts that every unfortunate person born with top-level inspirations have been pursuing all their lives have clearly fallen before his eyes.

Zhou Ying opened his eyes suddenly.

Xi Ping failed to hear from him three times, and finally woke up. His restrained consciousness swept across Jinping unexpectedly, and immediately caught Pang Jian and Bai Ling.

Pang Jian gasped—this is Shengling!

Bering turned around to leave, but was pinned in place by a flash of spiritual light.

On Lingshan, Princess Duanrui held up the Jidan in her hand, but she didn't pass it to Zhou Ying: "You saw the Pure Way, what did you see?"

The hypocritical sentimentality and lingering hostility between Zhou Ying's eyebrows disappeared, and she shook her head at her: "Your Highness, I can't say."

Duan Rui was taken aback for a moment, and then she seemed to understand something, her brows split open, her face was wrinkled, and her head was covered with white hair.The aura around her bulged up her wide robe sleeves, and lightning flashed outside the window.

But only for a moment, she suppressed all the abnormalities, handed the Zhuji Pill to Zhou Ying, and nodded slightly: "Sure enough."

At the same time, the seven green dragon pagodas in Jinping seemed to be terrified, the copper bells vibrated, and Pang Jian said in horror: "Xi Shiyong, you..."

Before he finished speaking, a figure shot through the sky like a white rainbow and flew towards Xuanyin Mountain.

It was raining heavily in Jingzhou, and the thick clouds were torn apart by the figure, and the people who were busy dredging the waterway looked up blankly.

The magic circle of Qianxiu Temple in the important place of Xianmen was torn apart with bare hands, and the young disciples who were taking evening classes in Qiankun Pagoda were horrified to see Senior Brother Luo squatting on their buttocks during the earthquake.

Xi Ping ignored Xuanyin's furious Zhenshan formation and rushed in, almost bumping into the barrier formed by Princess Duanrui and stopped in his tracks.

The aura on the top of the mountain is shining, and the red clouds are like satin—there are immortals who built the foundation.

Spiritual bones are congenital and related to blood. After the Zhou family chose them from generation to generation, congenital spiritual bones have almost become a family specialty.

But top inspiration is not.

It doesn't seem to have anything to do with blood, it falls randomly in the crowd, it may be a relative of the emperor, or it may be a trafficker - even fewer of the latter survive.

First-class inspiration is a genius, when ordinary people win every gamble, practice can get twice the result with half the effort.The top-level inspiration seems to be some kind of curse, and each life is more difficult than the other, so each has its own madness... It seems that there is some kind of power in the dark, blocking the mouths of these leakers.

Every survivor who bears such a curse will, in the end, seek an explanation from this world.

Wang Geluobao looked at Zhuo Ming from a distance, thinking so in his heart.

Zhuo Ming was using a small knife to carve portraits on his body, the carving was not good, no one could tell who he was carving.

After painting a picture, he opened his mouth on the bloody portrait and scolded himself.

At this moment, the mouth is cursing "rebels", presumably the engraved face is hanging, full of obscenities.

Wang Geluobao looked on coldly, feeling that this was not like a cicada shedding saint... like Zhuo Ming's own resentment.

Zhuo Ming listened to the cursing, at first he didn't say a word, his whole body was trembling with his flesh and blood ripped apart, as the portrait of Xuan Wu cursed more and more intensely, Zhuo Ming's whole body shook like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.Finally, with a sudden cry, he went down and gouged out the eyes of the portrait, as if he regarded the portrait carved on his own skin as the real Xuanwu, and he didn't lose his strength until the painting was bloody and bloody. Lie down in the sea water, letting the blood flow.

At this time, they were on an uninhabited island in the South China Sea.

There are many such islands and reefs in the South China Sea, which disappear at high tide and are exposed in all directions at low tide.

After failing to open the secret realm of the South China Sea, Wang Geluobao fled to such a small island with his few remaining Mia monks... In the depths of the island reef, there are a lot of spiritual stones and fairy artifacts.

The Mia monks were recuperating, Wang Geluobao walked slowly to Zhuo Ming, leaned over anxiously and asked in a warm voice: "Do you want a pill, or do you want me to stay with you for a while? I think you seem to be lonely. "

Zhuo Ming was lying on the water, staring at the sky with straight eyebrows, and murmured: "... Save yourself, get lost."

Wang Geluobao didn't roll, and sat down without any distaste, soaking his legs in the bloody sea water.

Zhuo Ming blinked: "Why don't you think about how to gather your lost dog. The Zhao family's things were stolen and hidden by your Mi'a patriarch, and it's not like Lu Wu can't settle accounts. Maybe he has already cooperated with Lingyun Xianshan at this moment." You are wanted."

Wang Geluobao sighed: "Heaven fails to fulfill people's wishes."

"Why don't you go find those idiots of yours?"

"No hurry," Wang Geluobao glanced at the embarrassed Mia monks from a distance, his voice was as low as the sea breeze, "The Mia patriarch colluded with foreign tribes, openly rebelled, raised evil spirits, destroyed Lingyun Mountain, and displaced countless people. As The evil being raised by them, if I go back now, will I be able to convince the people in the clan? The clan will also hate me."

Zhuo Ming turned one eyeball from his face to the side, looking at Wang Geluobao: "What do you mean?"

"Xianshan has suffered such a big loss, and he won't let it go. If Lu Wu came to the door for the Zhao family's affairs, Xianshan would have more reason to attack the Mi'a tribe. When they have vented their anger, I will go back, and the tribe will naturally be angry." Know who to follow to survive."

Zhuo Ming laughed sharply: "Ha, you are really the most heartless person in Nanban."

Wang Geluobao was unmoved, and spread his palms: "As for Lu Wu, they will definitely go to Lingyun Mountain, because I found this among the things the patriarch secretly hid."