Looking at the back of the old man leaving, Zhu Yan couldn't help biting his lip, his eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul.

"Boom. ”

"If you weren't a close disciple of the Divine Envoy, I'm afraid today's words would be enough to make you go to the Death Hole and wait for death. ”

Suo Duo said in a strange tone.

Zhu Yan's face couldn't help but be cold, his eyes showed a clear look of disgust, he looked at Suo Duo, and said coldly: "What does all this have to do with you, you'd better keep your mouth shut, otherwise my sword will be ruthless." ”

Suo Duo's expression changed slightly, he glanced at Zhu Yan with a cold gaze, showed a sneer, and turned to leave.

Zhu Yan clenched the sword in his hand, and he couldn't stab Suo Duo into tens of thousands of holes, but he had to press the killing intent in his heart and let him leave.

The handsome man shook his head slowly, with a hint of helplessness in his expression, and said softly: "Senior sister, you also know that the master is now at the end of the day, and he is bent on breaking through the realm of the grandmaster, but you are talking about it, which makes him really sad." ”

Zhu Yan's brows couldn't help frowning, and he sighed softly.

——The realm of the grandmaster, the realm that countless martial artists are vying to pursue, even their own masters are unavoidable...... However, the realm of the grandmaster is not just blindly immersed in penance can be entered, the world is unpredictable, his master wants to enter the realm of the grandmaster with all his heart, but he can't ask for it, but his own is the obstacle of successfully breaking through by accident and stepping into the realm of the grandmaster in one fell swoop.

——Since she broke through that barrier and entered the realm of the grandmaster, Zhu Yan felt that her master was becoming more and more strange, and the relationship between her father and daughter gradually became unfamiliar, and she also felt that her master was becoming more and more strange.

"But the realm of the grandmaster is not something that can be obtained by hard work, it also needs chance, and the obsession in the master's heart is getting heavier and heavier, which can only make it more and more difficult for him to break through. ”

Zhu Yan said with some worry.

The handsome man glanced outside and said softly: "Master doesn't have much time left, so he won't give up this opportunity no matter what, no matter what, no matter how much you do, it will only cause him to be disgusted." ”

Zhu Yan smiled helplessly, "But whether the words of those people in the temple are credible or not is still a matter worth considering...... Now that the temple is clearly using us as a vanguard, once their needs are met, the rest will be difficult. ”

The delicate man's expression couldn't help but change, Zhu Yan's worry he had also thought of, but he couldn't change anything at all, there was a smile in his expression, and he said softly: "Everything is left to fate." ”

Zhu Yan's face was bitter, and there were all kinds of feelings in his heart, but he didn't know how to speak.

……

……

In the city of Shu.

Liu Xujian stood on the city wall, looking at the north, the rolling mountains of the southern barbarians, and he couldn't help but have a trace of heroism in his heart.

Good man, fight in all directions.

Alone, in a hurry for a hundred years, it is rare for him to hide in the Jixia School Palace, he is used to seeing the ups and downs in the imperial capital, and the power is alternate, his heart has also become numb, and he is no longer too lazy to pay attention to the conspiracies in the Jixia School Palace.

——

But I don't know why, being on this southern barbarian land, his heart rarely gave birth to a heroic aura, and his originally silent heart became hot.

Zhu Xuan appeared behind Liu Xujian with very light steps, he had lost the arrogance he had in the past, and said with a very calm expression: "Old palace master, we have been in Shu City for two days, whether it is the Iron Blood King or the barbarian, there is no movement, will there be any accidents?"

Retracting his gaze, Liu Xujian looked at Zhu Xuan, and said in a calm voice: "Don't be impatient, just wait patiently." ”

Zhu Xuan's expression showed a trace of doubt, and he was very puzzled in his heart, why Liu Xujian believed in the Iron Blood King so firmly.

"I know what you're thinking, but don't worry, if it really comes time to sacrifice my Jixia Academy, I, the palace master, will definitely be the first to stand in the way. ”

Liu Xujian's voice was very soft, but it was loud.

Zhu Xuan nodded lightly and slowly retreated.

Liu Xujian couldn't help but sigh.

In his heart, he didn't know why he had to sigh, but he still couldn't stop sighing.

……

……

In the hundred miles away from Nanban, there is a mountain, there is a temple on the mountain, this is also a dilapidated temple, the ruins of the wall can be seen everywhere, the broken hall of the ** to send the son Guanyin has become dim, the raised arm has been cut off in half, the incense burner on the offering table is upside down, and a dilapidated futon is placed in front of the offering table.

A figure walked into the main hall.

He was dressed in a green shirt and wore a wide straw hat.

Seeing such a dilapidated and depressed hall, the people who came shook their heads helplessly, the world was ruthless, in order to satisfy the ** in the heart, I would rather worship in three steps, bow in ten steps, and be willing, but when I begged and couldn't, I turned into a crazy devil, destroying the temple and breaking the wall.

The man in the green shirt began to sweep the hall, very seriously sweeping away the cobwebs in the corner, and then slowly sweeping away the dust.

The rustling of brooms sounded.

The man in the green shirt swept up unhurriedly.

After a few hours, the hall was completely new, except for the faint smell of dust.

After all this, the incense burner is straightened, and the incense burner is taken from the offering table, lightly lit, and inserted into the incense burner.

Green smoke rises.

The man in the green shirt sat cross-legged on the futon, his hands were sealed, and he began to practice with his eyes closed.

- Don't respect ghosts and gods, respect my heart.

Beneath the wide straw hat, there was a weather-beaten face that looked extremely calm.

Time passed slowly.

Three days passed.

The body sitting cross-legged was like a stubborn stone, motionless, and the surrounding body exuded a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, which made people want to get closer.

Early morning of the fourth day.

The sun was rising, and several magpies were cheering and jumping on the withered elm trees outside the main hall, which seemed a little annoying.

The figure was still unmoved, and even the imprints on his hands did not change in the slightest.

The sun is getting hotter and hotter.

Suddenly, the body sitting cross-legged opened its eyes, there was an indifferent light in its eyes, the aura around the body was restrained, and it disappeared into invisibility, the body stood up, stepped out, and the figure in the green shirt appeared outside the main hall.

Looking to the south.

The look of the man in the green shirt became extremely surprised.

- Angry bullfighting.