"My sister is relatively timid, and before going to bed, she must tell her a story, and when I finish telling the story, I will make it up for her. ”

Later, I couldn't make it up, and the stories I had told before were told upside down several times, but the little sister still listened to it with relish. ”

"It was only later that I realized that she didn't want to hear my story, but she just wanted to hear my voice......"

"Later, my grandfather died, and my sister and I went our separate ways, and I once thought that I would never see him again in my life. ”

"Because the one who captured her is known as a 'saint family'. ”

"And then, tossing and turning, it's been decades,...... Ay. ”

"In a month, I'll go. Li Wen patted Yan Zhiyu on the shoulder, also turned his back, and fell asleep.

……

A month later, Li Wen gave orders, arranged everything, and above the Fu Tower, Li Wen was ready to leave. Dressed in white, hunting and moving, below, countless people watched.

Feng Jiujue was behind his back, touching his gray beard, "Boy, go here, be careful yourself." ”

Feng Jiujue was not worried about Li Wen.

This kid's life is hard, and if someone else dies, it won't be Li Wen's turn to die.

Queen Hua Rui is also below, this time to send Li Wen together, Li Wen glanced at these people, and bowed slightly, "I'll go." As he spoke, Li Wen pointed at him, and a golden light flashed.

This golden light flashed, and a void-breaking sword emerged and fell into the palm of his hand.

"Open. ”

Li Wen shouted in a low voice, today, it is the Broken Void, Li Wen's true qi is frantically poured into this Broken Void Sword, and in this Broken Void Sword, the brilliance is dazzling, and it explodes in an instant.

Several inscriptions, lit up instantly, dazzling, straight into the sky!

The void trembled slightly.

Void Breaker!

Feng Jiujue touched his beard slightly, tilted his head, his expression was motionless, Li Wen's sword had already appeared a trace of magic, and the sword gradually became more transparent, and the sword body seemed to be transparent.

Li Wen raised this sword and shouted in a low voice, "Open!" A sword was swung out! This sword was swung out, and the sword was swept out, and the light saber that was already almost transparent swept out with a sword, and the void shook and moved.

"Hum", the void cracked a huge opening.

Shatter the Void!

After this sword was cut out, the brilliance of the Void Breaking Sword in Li Wen's hand suddenly dimmed, as if it had exhausted all the power in this sword, and it dimmed.

Li Wen's afterglow swept away, and the countless subjects below had already knelt down in unison, "Congratulations to the Holy Lord!" At this time, only Feng Jiujue, and a few Queen Hua Rui, were still standing and watching Li Wen.

Li Wen stepped into the crack of this void, and with a flash of light, the crack was closed.

Levine vanished.

。。。

The green mountains are far away, endless, the two holy sects, looking at each other from afar, the Northern Yuan region for ten years is as calm as a day.

If you want to talk about calm and calm, there are some turmoil.

After the battle of the broken battlefield, Gou Chen Dian, one of the ten elders killed in the battle, the true disciples, twelve people, the loss was great, and it was found out afterwards that Liu Ming secretly had a black hand, and Gou Chen Hall expelled him from the sect.

The following year, he was chased by Tianyin Pavilion Li and killed under an unnamed mountain.

Three years later, Han Futu took the lead in breaking through the realm of Yuanying, condensing the Yuanshen, and achieving the Transformation of God Tianzun.

Ten years later, one step further.

Tianyin Pavilion Li was touched, and then stepped into the realm of the gods, the Taoist fetus recovered, and the cultivation became a thousand miles a day, and he became the first person in Tianyin Pavilion, and was named Tianyin Pavilion, the first saint.

Gou Chen Palace, above the back mountain.

The light rain is dripping, the lonely graves are numerous, a small grave is in front of a small tomb, a shadow stands alone, it looks very bleak, a bamboo paper umbrella, blocking a little drizzle, but not the chill in the rain.

This side of the bluestone carving, invited by the master craftsman, carved into the tombstone, also faintly covered with some moss.

A few small words, vigorous and powerful, "The Tomb of Li Wen"

The true disciple of the old Gou Chen Palace, Li Wen is well-dressed.

Before this well-dressed mound, the woman holding a bamboo umbrella stood still for a long time, and the air seemed to be soaked with a hint of sadness.

The lover has been standing for a long time, and the mist is wet.

"Brother Li has passed away for ten years, Senior Sister Li has come here every year, sending sacrificial wine, and the sadness has not diminished?" An elegant voice sounded softly, a man didn't know when, standing in this woman's figure, quite close, the picture was closer, this is a slender man, dressed in black, carrying a sword on his back, six fingers wide, pitch black, the person did not hold an umbrella, but when the raindrop was close to his body half an inch, it evaporated silently, and if you look carefully, it is also clean and spotless.

"Senior Brother Han, my senior brother loved this Qingzhu soju the most when he was alive, but I was afraid that he would get drunk and hurt himself, so I often stopped him from drinking, so my senior brother hid the wine in the mud wall, and when I was not at home, I could secretly drink a few sips. ”

"But I don't know, no matter how faint the smell of that wine is, how can it hide it from me. ”

Under the paper umbrella, the woman's tone seemed to be reminiscing, and it seemed to be a little sweet, and then it took a sharp turn and turned into dull, "If I could, I would rather stop stopping my senior brother from drinking." ”

Lowering his head, in front of this small grave, a pot of green bamboo shochu has just been brewed, the wine is green, and the mellow is intoxicating.

After the woman finished speaking, the man next to him lowered his head, looked at his toes, and stopped talking, next to his feet, some ants were competing for a grain of falling rice, which caused a fight, and a cockroach also hurriedly passed by, this is a picture that can be seen everywhere in the world as long as he lowers his head, it seems that in the eyes of this man, this is something very interesting.

Because there are some boring things, it's better not to listen to them.

Just like these ants on the ground, how can they understand the life and death, joys and sorrows of this red dust?

"Ten days later, Renxiantai is going to be held again, I listen to the meaning of Tianyin Sect, Ling Shizun, this time no matter what, you will also go. The man surnamed Han said in a low voice, saying something irrelevant about it.

"I don't want to go. Under the bamboo umbrella, the woman was silent for a moment, and for the tenth time, she gave the same answer.

Brief, but powerful enough.

"Master Ling, this time it seems to be very angry. The man surnamed Han said, "Besides, it's been ten years." ”

"Brother Li knows in heaven, and he doesn't want to see you like this. ”

Under the bamboo umbrella, the woman lowered her head and replied with silence, she was reluctant to go.

The man surnamed Han moved his foot and said, "Let's go and have a look, Master Ling has let you for ten years, and I won't let you have a second ten years, no matter what your final intentions are, go and take a look." ”

"I want you to go too. After a pause, he said.

"Senior brother, drink. Under the bamboo umbrella, the woman bent down slightly, poured a bowl of wine in front of this small tomb, and then turned to leave, before leaving, she said, "I'll go and see,...... , but, also just to see. ”

The man with the sword on his back did not move at all, staring at the turbid wine that was gently soaked in front of the small tomb, and the silent smile at the corner of his mouth, with this sentence, it was enough.

He had waited for ten years, he could wait another ten years, and one day, her heart would be moved.

"Brother Li, I respect you too. Han Futu picked up the wine bowl and said.

Ren Xiantai, the first grand event in the Northern Yuan Domain, take a "Xiang Xian" Zen, Ren Xiantai, is the top disciples of each sect, a stage to show their talents, there is a list, called "Ren Xian Bang", given to the top Tianjiao in the Northern Yuan Domain.

This person's immortal list has been on the list for thirty years, and Han Futu firmly occupies the first place, but this year there is news that Li Zhizhi of Tianyin Pavilion will also participate, and there is gossip that this is caused by Li Zhizhi of Tianyin Pavilion and Hua Yuzi is very dissatisfied with him and is under pressure.

Because Li ran to participate in this person's Sendai, it is meaningful.

As early as ten years ago, Hua Yuzi intended to let Fairy Li contact this person Sendai, with this person Sendai, he could get a glimpse of the world's talents, so as to choose a husband for Fairy Li.

But at that time, it was said that the true disciple of Gou Chen Dian fell, and that person was the closest relative of this Li Fairy.

It's been ten years, every year, this person Sendai is held, Fairy Li is looking for excuses, and he can't resign, which finally makes Hua Yuzi's accumulated dissatisfaction reach its peak.

And under this pressure, Fairy Li finally relented, and promised that this time in Sendai, she was willing to go.

Just this one rumor came out, and I don't know how many young talents in this Northern Yuan Domain were almost ecstatic and wanted to flock to it.

Ten days after this person Sendai, how lively it will be, this is almost needless to mention.