Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

When there is no obstacle in the heart demon array, it is guided by obsession, and Shen Zhexue doesn't even need to deliberately adjust the flow rate in it, the picture in front of him will naturally jump.

Yan Yuanhan left Hanshan on a night of heavy rain, his desolate back was unprecedentedly embarrassed, his hair was sticking to his back in wet strands.

The Lone Shuang Sword was dimmed in his hands, and the rainwater fell on his shoulders and condensed into tiny ice crystals, falling in front of the long steps of the mountain gate with mountains and clouds.

The three of them did not follow Yan Yuanhan down the mountain, and in the rain and mist, no one spoke first.

When the rain gradually subsided and the pattering drops of water dripped from the tip of the flying scorpion, Shen Zhexue sighed, deeply feeling that the inner demon array was not comfortable for those who entered the array.

He changed the subject, pondered for a moment and said, "That kid just now..."

Zhou Ling said, "It must be Xiang Guchun."

His eyes were soaked in water vapor, as if seeing the long past through the dark gray sky.

The ignorant young monk sat on the roof with his knees hugged, his slender red shadow under the vast sky.

Undoubtedly, Gu Chun's abnormality is very obvious, and no one who knows the world will have his temperament.

But Zhou Ling didn't care at that time, Yan Yuanhan asked him to take care of that weird child intentionally or unintentionally, so he really became his elder brother.

He also once thought that Xiang Guchun had changed.

Thinking about it now, the child just learned how to treat people with courtesy, and after careful observation, he found that the world loves to see bright smiles, so he always smiled and became that lovable appearance.

In fact, those joys and sorrows are like a book without words to him, no matter how he reads it, he can't understand it.

It wasn't until Xiang Yinli's death that he slowly learned that farewell is a great pain in the world. When he felt the pain, the mixed souls were harmonious, the three souls were in harmony, and the spiritual wisdom was complete.

He went from a container to a real person.

Thousands of years ago, Zhou Ling still had the lofty ambition to open mountains and seas with his sword. People in the sect often laughed that he and Xiang Guchun wore the wrong clothes.Zhou Ming has a fire-like heart, and wants to use his sword to calm the injustice of the world and save the common people from the fire and water. He travels around, disguises himself, can be a rich man laughing and cursing, and can also be a pillar of awe-inspiring majesty.

He deserves to wear red.

As for the crane pattern on the green robe, it is more like Xiang Guchun's indifferent and ruthless, the mountains and rivers entered his eyes but could not enter his heart, so he was able to sympathetically protect everyone.

This is another kind of undivided attention, so his swordsmanship quickly caught up with his senior brother of Taiqingzong.

Xiang Guchun has never practiced the way of ruthlessness, but he is more ruthless than the way of ruthlessness.

Zhou Ling couldn't help but think of what Bo Ziyi said before.

"If Gu Chun has been ignorant of the word love all his life, it would be a kind of luck for him."

Xiangyinli taught Xiangguchun why to lose, and there was a person who used those decades to let Xiangguchun understand that impermanence is rare for a long time, life is so fearful, and life is at stake in the morning dew.

From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear. *

Shen Zhexue sensed the flow of spiritual energy in the heart demon formation, and said: "The rain is about to stop, and there may be the next scene after the rain stops."

Shi Yuan was thoughtful, and Shen Zhexue patted him on the shoulder, but he didn't say any more.

When the last drop of rain fell, the scene changed, and the sky was filled with white dust.

The unexpected scene made Shen Zhexue sigh silently.

Yan Yuanhan in front of him was digging through the ashes in a daze, they knew what he was looking for, almost everyone had heard the rumor that Bie Changting was dug up by Elder Yan himself.

But seeing this scene, it was far from being as disastrous as the world had guessed.

Yan Yuanhan can even be said to be very calm.

He has dug up too many messy things, and there are no bones left under the evil current, but the magic weapon may be spared. When his hands touch something hard, he will pry it out with the Jishuang sword, and every time They are all strange and incomplete instruments.

He was like a walking corpse, digging all the way until he caught a section of the sword edge and drew hot blood on his palm, then he stopped repeating and searching seemingly endlessly.

Around the edge of the sword, the tip and hilt of the sword were quickly found. The damaged spike of the sound transmission sword was lying alone in the white ash, and the spiritual power attached to it had long since dissipated.

Yan Yuanhan hugged the three-section Bie Chang Pavilion in his arms, he didn't cry hysterically or burst into tears, but his body shook slightly when he stood up.

"Brother."

Shen Zhexue heard Yan Yuanhan's inner voice in an instant.

He said, "Brother, the world is suffering."

Later, Yan Yuanhan began to practice the ruthless way.

The three of Shi Yuan stood outside Yan Yuanhan's house, watching his ruthless way gradually mature, love and hatred disappeared, he was a powerful elder of the Taiqing sect, and Leng Sanqiu couldn't be more at ease with him. He often consults with him about the plan of repairing the world.

Leng Sanqiu was a direct disciple of the Shangxiu sect in the past. He was supposed to compete with Xiang Yinli for the position of suzerain. Later, Han Shan established his own sect, and he became the suzerain of the Taiqing sect logically.

This person's point of view is completely opposite to that of Xiangyinli. He believes that the Tao follows nature, the lower realm of cultivation is survival or perish, and harmony should have its destiny, and the upper realm of cultivation is just a mistake.

It is admirable for Xianting Zhenxian to change the seal, but everyone has his own destiny, and everyone is making their own choices, or in other words, only those who have the way of heaven have the opportunity to choose.

From this, Shen Zhexue also knew their original plan.

Lifting the upper cultivation world requires huge spiritual power support, but in the last plan, the spiritual power of the heavens and the earth was insufficient, which instead attracted evil and disasters.

They want to find new motivation.

Taking the keel of the four directions as the foundation, dig a piece of land from the four directions, and set up an array to make the spiritual power flow backwards, and regroup to form a base that supports the upper cultivation world.

The problem of insufficient spiritual power continued until the completion of the three large formations. During this period, Yan Yuanhan suppressed his obsession to the minimum due to the ruthless way, so these scenes are almost fragmented fragments.

Sometimes Yan Yuanhan would listen to Leng Sanqiu's talk about the possibility of raising the realm, but his heart would be silent. Shen Zhexue could sense that he would occasionally be in a daze while listening to the suzerain's speech, but no one noticed it.

He kills evil without mercy, even mortals with a little sense, even if mortals' wives and children kneel before him crying and begging, he can calmly draw his sword and cut off those black tears mortal head.

The cave where he retreated to recuperate was abnormally cold, and he could see the scenery of the Sovereign Peak from the top of the mountain.

At that time, Xiang Guchun had already become the acting peak master, and had accepted a disciple.

That disciple's cultivation talent is not high, and his aura is weird, but Xiang Guchun is at ease with him.

With Hanshan's stability, Leng Sanqiu and Yan Yuanhan negotiated, and by secretly exerting pressure on Hanshan, pretending that the disciple's abnormal situation, the soul was locked on the master and apprentice.The soul lock has spent hundreds of days tempering and forging. If one day they turn evil, the spell will immediately catalyze the ice spirit in their spiritual roots, turning into thousands of cold blades, piercing from their bodies, preventing them to the greatest extent. Madness.

Leng Sanqiu drank with him and said, "Gu Chun is the best sword in our Sifang Realm, isn't it?"

And Yan Yuanhan was noncommittal, at least he thought so at that moment.

Shen Zhexue leaned against the gate, thinking that Xiang Guchun was too miserable, a whole bunch of tool people.

Just as Shen Zhexue was feeling emotional, she suddenly felt the cuffs tighten, and Shi Yuan grabbed his cuffs, her face turned pale.

Shen Zhexue hurried to investigate, but Shi Yuan grabbed his wrist and said, "Master, I'm fine."

There was a loud "crack" from the zenith, like thunder rolling down, shaking the ears of the three of them.

"What's going on?!" Zhou Ling was startled, Shen Zhexue closed his eyes to sense it, and when he opened his eyes again, he said: "Elder Yan's ruthlessness has been revealed."

The ruthless way was broken, and thousands of obsessions spewed out, shaking the phantom array.

"Broken?" Zhou Ling looked at the image that had melted into a wave in front of him, and hurriedly said: "Master was seriously injured on the day he broke the Dao, and he couldn't retreat. Why did he break the Dao?"

"I don't know." Shen Zhexue was silent for a while, and said: "I can feel that he broke the way by himself."

Yan Yuanhan's ruthless way was broken by himself.

The heart demon formation was tossed by the obsession, Shen Zhexue couldn't see the light and shadow fragments clearly, only Yan Yuanhan could vaguely see talking with Xiang Guchun on a snowy mountain road.

But when Shen Zhexue wanted to explore one or two, the fragments had turned into streamers and collapsed.

Timing is running forward at an astonishing speed. If you swim upstream, the Bie Chang Pavilion is glued together into a complete sword, the dripping rainwater returns to the eaves, and the sweet osmanthus honey returns to the glass bottle.

A gust of wind suddenly blew up in the heart demon formation, and Shen Zhexue knew the reason.

Yan Yuanhan suppressed thousands of sorrows and joys with the ruthless way, and now that the ruthless way is broken, he can no longer bear the vivid memories that come back.

As he recorded in the book dedicated to the destruction of the Dao and the restoration of it——“The pain of backlash is so painful that I wish I could die.”

Let Yan Yuanhan use words such as "painful to die", it can be seen that it is terrifying.

It's just too unbearable, in the heart demon formation that can best reflect desire and obsession, Yan Yuanhan wants to forcibly suspend all the changes of the years, and return to the year when he and Xiang Yinli first met in the upper cultivation world .

If Shen Zhexue really wants to trap Yan Yuanhan with the Heart Demon Formation, then the time in the illusion will continue to lengthen, and Yan Yuanhan will fall into the dream forever, repeating this journey of fate.

The end of Elder Yan's obsession is a long-lost reunion that defies time.

But Shen Zhexue would not do this, he flipped his hand and made a formula, speeding up the speed of this round, and forcibly hit Yan Yuanhan with his spiritual power when he was about to be in chaos again.

He wants to let the illusion continue, and in order to wake up Yan Yuanhan, he also needs to know the past of the three great formations.

But Yan Yuanhan didn't want to wake up, the spiritual power he resisted was too fierce, and just when Shen Zhexue was about to add a little more strength, a cool and cool spiritual power flowed in, adding a little more strength to him.

That was Shi Yuan's spiritual power.

Like the breeze, like the fine snow, it is endless.

Shen Zhexue added a formula, and with the earth-shattering buzzing sound, Yan Yuanhan's illusion finally stabilized.

Due to Elder Yan's repulsion, the screen flickered very quickly, as if eagerly flipping the paper to finish reading a book.

In the flash, he copied the names of the monks who died in the big formation one by one, and when he wrote "Xiang Guchun", he hovered his pen tip, and wrote the word "Weisheng" on its side.

He sent someone to look for the disciple whose whereabouts were unknown, but there was no news of Zhou Ling.

A hundred years in a flash.

The plan to raise the boundary was put on the agenda again.

Memories are fragmented.

Shi Yuan and Zhou Ling were not the masters of the illusion, and what they could see was even more limited. They could barely see Elder Yan holding something tightly in his sleeve with a serious face. He stood in front of Xiangyinli's tomb without speaking for a long time, like a statue of frost and snow.

There are fewer and fewer fragments, and when these memories pass, Elder Yan will be able to wake up.

At this moment, Shen Zhexue's complexion suddenly changed, and he looked at the picture in the light in front of him in disbelief.

Before Shi Yuan could say Master, he was also attracted by the sudden flash.

It was a hall.

Sofa fan, tea table, dining table, ink mural and flower branch ceiling lamp.

"Ash."

There was a refined male voice accompanied by the "rustling" sound of pages being turned, and only a seven or eight-year-old boy was sitting on a soft carpet, leaning on one of his knees.

Although the boy's eyebrows are immature, he can still see what a stunning appearance he will be when he grows up.

This picture is very warm, but it will be chilling to look at.

The boy's eyes are different from his peers' indifference. His exquisite appearance and numb expression make him not a normal child at all.

"Do you still remember the poem you learned yesterday?" The middle-aged teacher, who looked down at the page with a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on his nose, asked gently, as if he didn't care about the child's strangeness.

The calm chanting sounded from the child's mouth, "... The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, the greenery meets the deserted city, and then sends the king and grandson there, full of love.*"

The middle-aged man nodded, and said again: "Does Axue know what this means?"

The boy blinked, seemed to be lost in thought, and frowned slightly.

His confusion made him "come alive" in an instant, and the abnormal cold gradually faded away.

"It's okay, think about it slowly." The middle-aged man raised his hand and pushed his glasses, and at this moment his appearance fell into the eyes of the three of them.

Zhou Ling hardly dared to recognize each other, and said in surprise: "Master Xiang..."

But at this moment, Shen Zhexue suddenly understood why he felt Xiang Yinli's appearance was somewhat familiar.

In this book, Shen Zhexue has never met the head of Hanshan.

He didn't know the legendary figure who was heroic and protected all living beings with his sword. He only knew many deeds of the other party, including the jade-like appearance of the head of the sect.

A cultivator can decide when to stabilize his appearance.And until the time of the man's death, he had not grown old, nor would he grow old again.

But Shen Zhexue has seen him look old.

His temples are gray, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. Sitting in front of the snow-falling window, he is afraid of the cold, so in winter he always wears a beige sweater with a high collar, and reads history books and legends to him by the heater.

In that world, the Prime Minister is just one of many beings, with silver-rimmed glasses on his nose and bookshelves full of books.He has taught countless students, peaches and plums are all over the world, and he has made exquisite courseware, but he can't fry a plate of eggs clumsily.

Shen Zhexue's breathing almost stopped, her lips opened and closed several times, and finally she said with trembling voice: "Old man..." Choked up for a while, she called out again: "Father..."

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The author has something to say:

* "King of Wonderful Colors Seeking Dharma Verse" impermanence is rare for a long time, life is full of fear, life is at stake in the morning dew, from love comes sorrow, from love comes fear.

*"Farewell to Fude Guyuan Grass" Liliyuan Shangcao, one year old and one year old.Wild fire, in spring.Yuanfang invades the ancient road, and Qingcui meets the deserted city.Send Wang Sun to go again, full of love.

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