One after another, the hyacinths and thunderbolts passed through the stratus clouds at dusk and fell into the Guihejing. Fang Xiaoxie half-sat next to him, throwing the elixir in the palm of his hand to the big white goose in the well, the big-eyed bone jade could only look at it from the side, and the little mink was lazily paralyzed on the side of Fang Xiaoxie's legs, looking like he was the boss of Yashan.

The disciples passing by were all surprised by this scene.

The big guys are still accustomed to this big white goose relying on the elixir to continue their lives, but it's really a mortal goose, the root bones are really not good, after knocking on the medicine for many years, I haven't seen it suddenly become a refinement, and many elders of the Dantang, including the Zuo Liu, who specializes in drumming crooked ways, all suspect that the refined pill is not good, and they almost lost the confidence to continue studying.

When Fang Xiaoye thought of this, he laughed inexplicably, but after laughing, he was a little low.

He sat beside the Guihe Well and looked at the reflection in the water.

The cliff mountain giant sword on the top of the peak was just crushed by the water waves drawn by the big white goose's flippers, but when it was calm, it pieced together a tall female cultivator figure.

Fang Xiaoxie was stunned, and hurriedly got up from the ground, his movements were too fast, without any warning, and almost caused the little mink that was originally sitting on his lap to fall into the water!

"See Uncle Sorrow!"

"What are you thinking? ”

Seeing that Fang Fang had just come back, on the mountain road halfway up the mountain, he saw Fang Xiaoye sitting here and distracted, and he didn't hide his breath, who thought that he would walk behind him, he didn't even notice it, so he looked at him and asked.

The lifespan of the monks is very long, and after cultivating to a certain point, most of the monks can maintain their appearance, so their appearance will not change much.

It stands to reason that Fang Xiaoxie will not feel strange when he sees him again.

After all, he hadn't seen him for a few years, and it was really nothing to the monk, but Fang Xiaoxie was a little inexplicably nervous in his heart.

Under her gaze, his calmness and majesty as the head of the Yashan Sect seemed to disappear all of a sudden, and he became cramped.

It's like going back to the time when the teenager didn't know the sky and wanted to win her.

Fang Xiaoxie stood up straight, already a little taller than her, but his body was tense, staring at the sorrow, and said, "I was wondering when Uncle Shi would come back, this year's small meeting has ended, and those who came from Kunwu have also left." However, when Xie Zhangmen left his farewell, he left a sentence for me to convey to my uncle, saying that the 'private matter' that my uncle asked him to investigate a few years ago had a result. ”

Personal?

Seeing that the thin eyebrows were slightly raised, I felt a little strange. The one she thanked for not being investigated was not a private matter anyway, was it?

His thoughtful gaze fell on Fang Xiaoxie.

Fang Xiaoxie immediately felt like he had long hair, he was very uncomfortable, and even his facial features, which were a little evil, looked extremely obedient in front of her.

Can you still not know him when you see sorrow?

This kid is the same as Zuoliu, although he is not the same style, but he was the first thorn in the early years, and now he is the head, and he is also the most unruly head of Yashan.

"What's going on?" she asked.

There was no need to ask about any torture at all, as soon as she asked, Fang Xiaoxie explained honestly: "Uncle Shi doesn't know, the surname Xie is sanctimonious, I really don't want to talk to this person." When he asked about you, I asked him to tell me what he was doing. As a result, the surname Xie said that it was a private matter, let me tell me. ”

At this point, he was a little dissatisfied.

"What the hell is going on, we can't check Yashan, we must have them Kunwu, and the surname Xie must come to check?"

"This matter, really only Kun Wu can investigate. ”

When Fu Chaosheng left this realm, although he returned to her the eyes that could check the past and present, in the past four hundred years, no matter how she checked, there were always some details that seemed to be shrouded in clouds and mist, very blurry, as if they were deliberately blocked by someone.

Therefore, I had to work and thank you.

Seeing that he didn't answer Fang Xiaoxie's question, let alone explain to him what it was, he only said: "Although your cultivation time is not short, your temperament is impulsive and irritable and warlike, although you have a pure heart, you should still be more wary of people like Xie Buchen." He is now in charge of Kunwu, and he is a first-class scheming and unpredictable person, even if I know him well, he is not as good as his master, but he is even more terrifying than his master. ”

She had already said something like that more than once, and Fang Xiaoxie had already remembered it. In the past, I thought that my uncle cared about him, but today I don't know how to listen to it, but it doesn't taste right.

He is actually untamed and domineering.

At this moment, his expression showed a little unconvinced, and he frowned: "The world can't see that he is terrible, but Uncle Shi can see it, why should we be afraid of him? ”

is talking about many classics written by Xie Buchen in recent years.

Seeing sorrow does not do the same things as Xie Buchen, it can even be said that in the past four hundred years, Xie Buchen has done a lot, and at least in the eyes of the outside world, she has not done anything.

But sometimes, it's better not to do it than to do it.

Who made her the strongest in the Nineteen Continents?

Whether it is the rise of "My Dao" or Yashan's prestige over the years, it is a natural thing, everything is just because of her.

Like any elder in the past, she blessed Yashan.

The monks of the world always praise Xie Buchen's resourcefulness and see the cultivation of the worried master, but in Fang Xiaoxi's opinion, compared to the well-known wisdom of Xie Buchen, the wisdom of the worried master is the "great wisdom".

He didn't like Xie Buchen.

I don't like to hear Uncle Jian Sorrow praise Xie Buchen in any form in front of him.

It's just that he doesn't feel that he is exaggerating, but he doesn't refute Fang Xiaoxie. The higher the state of mind, the more the cultivation reaches the transformation realm, the more peaceful the seeing, the pure heart and few desires, and the more revealing a kind of tolerance that can accommodate all rivers.

She looked at this brilliant junior and only touched his head.

Fang Xiaoxie is about to blow up.

Seeing sorrow, he smiled: "The Three Seals of Heaven, Earth and Man were passed on to you, how are you practicing?"

"That's not easy? I've been practicing for seven or eight years. As soon as he talked about cultivation, Fang Xiaoxie's expression improved, "It's been a long time since I drew my sword with my uncle, does my uncle want to see how well I practice?"

"I'm still relieved that you're practicing. ”

After all, he was a kid who was indomitable and repeatedly defeated, and at this point, he didn't worry about him being lazy.

"You still remember what happened to you, right?"

"Yes. Fang Xiaoxie nodded solemnly, hesitated a little, and then asked her, "Is Uncle Shi leaving?"

"Just go to Kungo and go. ”

She didn't hide her plans from Yashan's close peers, she was already preparing for today as early as when Zheng Yu ascended, including passing on the three seals of heaven, earth and man to Fang Xiaoxie. In the intervening time, I have already gathered to compete with all my junior brothers and sisters.

The monk does not re-separate, but will meet again.

And her departure from this realm is not the same as the departure of others from this realm.

Seeing that Fang Xiaoxie was a little reluctant in her eyes, she only smiled and said, "Back then, the master handed over the Yashan to me, and now I will also hand over the Yashan to you." Don't go wrong, lest you fly up to the ruins and have no face to see me. ”

Fang Xiaoye pursed his lips, thinking to himself, where can he be?

But just this sentence is poor, and I can't say it at this time.

Seeing that he was about to leave, he suddenly spoke, and it was difficult to hide a little worry: "Uncle Shi, wait, last time, why did you say 'the magic sword must also have a demon heart'?

Demons?

Seeing the sad footsteps, he couldn't help but laugh.

All over the mountains and fields, it is the evening glow.

She stood on the top of Lingzhao, looked up at the cliff mountain giant sword inserted high on the top of the sheath, almost subconsciously raised her finger and touched the hidden red mark on her eyebrows, and then said slowly: "Demon heart, not the demon ...... heart."

The devil's heart, not the devil's heart?

Fang Xiaoxie was still at a loss when he heard it, but he didn't understand what he said that day, and now he didn't understand this sentence either.

Seeing that he didn't explain, he waved his hand at him, and his figure was already hidden.

At this time, the sunset of the nineteen continents is sinking, the mountains of the central region are covered with a layer of golden red afterglow, the water of the Jiutou River is like a piece of broken gold, and occasionally there are fishermen sitting on the side of the calm river bay, and occasionally there are one or two small boats going down the river.

All the memories related to the Nineteen Continents passed under his feet.

Mountains, rivers and mountains, back and forth metabolism.

Nearly 400 years have passed, the eleven peaks of Kunwu are located in the river bay, the tragic scene of the slaughter of Qu Zhengfeng has disappeared without a trace, and the appearance of the mountains and rivers has been restored, but the rivers and mountains are the same, but they have changed to a new master.

Above the vast sea of clouds, the Great Hall of the Heavens towers.

At the just-concluded Zuo 3,000 small meeting, Kunwu's disciples achieved very good results, and now when they returned to the door, they stood at the bottom of the main hall, and the elders in the audience pointed out the various defects in their small meeting.

Zhao Zhuo, Wu Duan, Wang Ke and others have now become elders.

Xie Buchen sat on the top, listening to everyone's words, but he was a little absent-minded rarely, until a breath that had been lost for a long time fell on the sea of clouds outside.

So at this moment he raised his hand and motioned for the group to stop for a moment, while he got up from his seat, and without saying a word, went down the steps and walked outside.

Everyone was stunned, not understanding what was happening.

But after Xie Buchen walked out of the main hall, he turned his head to look in the direction he was going, and there was a huge shock in his heart!

The figure standing above the surging sea of clouds was really strange and familiar. In the past, she was here, on the one-person platform that countless monks envied, and she also stood here, facing all the monks of Kunwu with one person and one sword, and even forced the first seat of Kunwu in front of everyone!

Yashan is worried......

After nearly 400 years, he set foot on Kunwu again.

But this time, why did you come?

All the elders were silent.

The young disciples in the hall were all very curious. Although they had heard of the catastrophe in Kunwu, they had never seen it in the past, and naturally they did not know that it was the legendary one who came today. At this time, they all muttered in their hearts: What is the origin of this female cultivator, who can actually make the Holy Monarch let go of the things in his hands? You know, even if the Holy Maiden of the Tongguanyi Great Sima Shen Waist or even the Northern Regions Yin Sect came, he didn't take much of it.

A group of people more or less quietly looked out of the temple.

Seems to want to see something sloppy.

Xie Buchen still likes to be green, like leaves in the forest, bamboo in the mountains, and ink on the pen. It's just that now it's Kunwu's head, and the edges of the sleeved robe are pressed with thin silver threads. Although there is no superfluous pretentiousness on his body, in addition to being indifferent and dusty, he is a little bit of nobility.

There are mountains and rivers hidden in the eyebrows and eyes, and the lips and teeth can spit pearls.

He walked to the edge of the sea of clouds, only stood three steps away from him, and said: "I haven't seen it for a hundred years, and the cultivation of my Taoist friends is more and more unattainable." When I visited Kunwu today, I thought it was Master Fang who brought the words. ”