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The east wind blows through the peach forest.

There are peach blossoms flying in the academy.

The peach blossoms that have nowhere to be placed are scattered with the wind.

Falling on the stone steps where Luo Changfeng's ten sons and comrades had lingered, falling on the quiet path in the forest, and quietly and playfully falling on the student's tiara like a butterfly.

Walking with the students and teenagers, the handsome girl in the costume of the academy Liuzimen covered her face and smiled.

The young man stopped, turned around and looked at the handsome face that was as handsome as Zizhu and smiled but was as beautiful as a peach blossom.

The girl reached out and plucked the peach blossom from the crown of the boy's head.

The girl opened her cherry mouth slightly, and the slightly fragrant and light wind blew up the peach blossoms in the slender hand, and the eyes like the autumn water scissors looked at the flying petals with deep affection and veins.

The reddish teenager's breath was heavy and heaving.

He finally mustered up the courage and took the hand of the girl who had been married.

The two were relatively speechless, laughing at each other.

The two took each other's hands and disappeared at the end of the quiet path.

......

If the seventy-two peaks of Kunlun Sword Pavilion are the holy places for practicing kendo in the world, then this Bodhi Academy, which has a long inheritance and is not inferior to the Sword Pavilion, is the holy land of the six-character sect in the cultivation world.

The book is loud and eloquent, the flowers are blooming, and the breeze is endless. There are no killings, no swords, no blood, no grudges. No matter in spring, summer, autumn and winter, no matter the sun or snow, the countless students of the Liuzi Gate Taoist Academy are always vibrant.

This is the result of the thousand-year blessing of the three thousand linden trees.

The towering Bodhi in the academy has been protecting the holy land of Daomen for countless years, and Luo Changfeng is grateful and in awe.

But now, even now, he just wants to sincerely ask for the faith in this heart that has experienced countless years of wind, rain, thunder and lightning to bless one more person.

That man was his teacher.

That man was the guardian of the college.

That person is also the second faith of countless teachers and students in the academy.

The white-haired Wuxiang Dao Sect, who had already cultivated to the end of the abolition, did not hesitate to take the sword Tiandong and spend his last breath to cross thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and fought with the old man who picked up the stars who cultivated as a saint in the out-and-out sword path.

Luo Changfeng also naively thought that the teacher's injuries were healed and repaired. But when they returned to the front of the academy, Luo Changfeng felt that he naively thought it was ridiculous.

Unprecedented fear and worry swept through his body, and Luo Changfeng had tears rolling in his eyes, and he rushed to Bodhi Garden with the unconscious teacher on his back.

Dean Zhuang, who rushed over after hearing the news, checked the injuries of his uncle Wuxiang Dao Sect, and didn't say a word, just sighed deeply, and then shook his head.

This Nuoda Academy, this thousand-year-old Daomen Holy Land, the amazing Taoist masters in the six-character gate are helpless.

Luo Changfeng's heart almost collapsed!

If there is still one person in the academy who can save the teacher, it is by no means the senior brother who has written "The Stone Record" in the Wuchen Temple, nor the sword leader who was born in the study building with a sad fate, not the first person in the realm of divine guidance with superb medical skills, and not the teacher himself.

If there is that one person, it is the Bodhi of this Shade Academy for countless years!

"That year, Emperor Yan ordered that the god of Bailou led the army to slaughter the Luo family. The disciple should have been a dead person, but fortunately, his father entrusted him with the map of the mountains and rivers of Sheji, so that he could avoid a difficulty. ”

"I have been breathing for three years on Luoxia Mountain, and I am about to forget who my surname is. Thanks to the care of the old winemaker, he will not live on the streets on an empty stomach. ”

Three years later, the disciple went down the mountain to worship the academy, in order to find Uncle Bai Yu in his father's mouth. ”

"After Uncle Bai died at the gate of the White Building, the disciple felt that there was no hope of revenge. If it weren't for the love of the teacher and the senior brother to pass on the disciple Lotus Life Recipe and the cultivation of the Dao of the Dao, the disciple might have already given up on himself. ”

"That year, in the Peach Blossom Forest, the disciple risked his life and led the Qiao brothers and sisters of the Twelve Stars of Jingtian and the Bailou Divine General to appear, but they were actually using the teacher. ”

Not only was the teacher angry, but he also came to the rescue, and the disciple was able to personally kill the white mansion god general who was full of Tu Luo's family to pay tribute to the heroic souls in the ruins of the sea of fire. ”

"The disciple was seriously injured and dying, and his life was on the verge of death. ”

Speaking of this, the tears in the corners of Luo Changfeng's eyes finally couldn't help falling.

"The teacher, who had already been injured by the Demon Punishment Heaven, entered Tiandong at night, seriously injured Yan Bailou and sealed the eight hundred sects. ”

"The teacher scattered his cultivation and crushed the lotus flower of the Sichuan Sect holy relic with his own hands to heal the disciple's wounds. The disciple was deeply trapped in Kunlun, and the teacher did not hesitate to cross thousands of miles to the east to take the sword and fight the sword master......"

Luo Changfeng choked.

"The teacher once said that the Bodhi tree is the idol left by the ancestor in the world, and the three thousand Bodhi seeds are the eyes of the ancestor. The disciple sincerely knelt under the Bodhi tree, hoping that the three thousand Bodhi Ancestors would open their eyes. ”

......

Jiang Manlou stood under the stone steps in front of the Bodhi tree for a long time.

The stone steps are just over the top.

He quietly listened to Luo Changfeng's appeal.

For the first time, he felt the blood debt on Luo Changfeng's body, which was so heavy that he couldn't breathe, and for the first time, he felt the powerlessness and helplessness of his comrades when he saw the unconscious Dao Sect.

It was the first time I heard the message of such a fragile heart under the strong exterior.

Jiang Manlou lost his heavy heart.

That handsome face regained the unique smile of the world's first youth.

Jiang Manlou climbed the stairs.

......

Chaotic footsteps could be heard behind him.

The footsteps were mixed with Jiang Manlou's excited mood: "Changfeng! Daozong he, Daozong he ......"

Luo Changfeng got up in fear: "Teacher, how is he?"

Jiang Manlou pressed Luo Changfeng's shoulders with both hands: "Daozong is awake, and he is calling your name......

"Teacher. Luo Changfeng left with his legs.

......

Luo Changfeng broke into the elegant courtyard of Bodhi Garden.

After seeing Dean Zhuang and Yan Lu and dozens of other six-character sect masters who had been guarding here, he stopped and arched his hand.

Luo Changfeng rushed into the room.

Then he knelt in front of the bed of the Wuxiang Dao Sect: "Teacher, the long wind is coming, the long wind is coming." ”

The Phaseless Dao Sect, who woke up but could no longer see the light, touched Luo Changfeng's hand.

He called Huang Fuyi's name again.

Huang Fuyi and Luo Changfeng knelt side by side in front of the bed.

The Wuxiang Dao Sect gently patted the hands of the two disciples, and a smile of relief appeared on the tired and old face.

The laughter of the Phaseless Dao Sect was already hoarse.

Tears rolled down the wrinkles in the corners of those eyes.

"Lao Dao has been apprenticed to eleven apprentices in his life, but he can't protect them thoroughly, and even your senior brother Qingshu is disabled. ”

"I'm ashamed to be a teacher, and my heart is broken!"

"The two of you are the heirs of the Wuchuan character doorway, and you can cultivate this body to protect the two of you before you die, and you will finally be blind when you go without phase. ”

The withered yellow hand rested on the edge of the bed.

The Phaseless Dao Sect closed his eyes kindly.

I closed my eyes from now on!

Luo Changfeng and Huangfu Yi suddenly raised their heads!

......

In the mountains and forests on the road in front of the Bodhi Academy, countless Bodhi flowers withered all over the ground at this moment, and countless wisdom trees withered in an instant.

It was as if the soul wind from the netherworld swept to the academy, and the wisp of wind took away the soul of the Dao Sect.

The wind passed through the dead flowers and dead trees, and swept into a mess.

The academy is full of Bodhi flowers.

The Bodhi flower fell on the mirror platform in the inner courtyard, fell in the six-character door of the outer courtyard, fell in front of the door of Mr. Sweeping the Floor of the Library Building, fell in the towers of the dust-free Taoist temple, fell in the purple bamboo forest where the wind blew the sound of bamboo leaves, and fell in the forgetful river where the snow drifted all year round.

The Bodhi flower eventually fell in the Bodhi Garden.

Looking at the sky full of flowers, Dean Zhuang was sad.

Then he knelt down in front of the door.

Dozens of six-character Taoist masters bowed to each other.

Jiang Manlou, who came a few steps late, watched the scene of everyone kneeling down and was stunned.

The blind Qingshu senior brother in the dustless Taoist temple bent down and picked up the scattered Bodhi flowers.

Mr. Sweeper in front of the library building bowed respectfully in that direction.

Outside the six-character door and in the mirror stage, all the students got up one after another, all the Tsing Yi teachers and students paid attention, countless eyes looked at the remnants of the flowers in the sky, and countless people were silent.

Bodhi Academy is silent at this moment!

The edge of the road is scattered, and the soul returns, and the flowers fall on the mountain to sacrifice Bodhi!

In the forty-first spring of Dayan, the Holy Death of the Wuxiang Dao Sect!