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"Your destiny is in the south. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

After all, you have to push back the time before the Battle of Kyoto to tell the story clearly, and the old man in the white robe at that time was so green and spiritual.

The North Star was exceptionally bright that night.

The brilliance of the lonely star was held in the old man's hand, and it seemed to reflect that this statement was not groundless.

"Then I'll go south tomorrow. ”

The master is white-headed, and the disciple is also white-headed, and the dialogue between the two is full of vicissitudes.

They are the last pair of masters and apprentices in the Shushan faction, and the spiritual veins of Shushan have been exhausted several generations ago, and only those with mediocre qualifications such as Qing Lingzi will worship in the mountain gate.

"Good. ”

When the old man said this, he didn't say anything more, and seemed to be indifferent to whether his apprentice could survive this catastrophe.

Life and death have long been looked down upon at his level and age, and he doesn't even want to spend any more time on the continuation of the sect, to be honest, he has forgotten all about his own Taoist name.

His realm is called 'Taishang Forgetfulness', and his age is called 'Approaching Wood'.

"Good. ”

Qing Lingzi didn't ask anything more.

This is especially true of cultivators who have cultivated to high and deep places, saying things that are difficult for ordinary people to understand, doing things that are difficult for ordinary people to understand, and even not speaking human words or doing things.

Qing Lingzi's master got a glimpse of the heavenly machine, and the heavenly machine must not be revealed.

This night, Mo Ye was in a prison somewhere in Youzhou, and Yang Wuji's bag was topped.

On this night, Zhuge Wolong was extinct.

This night, the old man carved a formation map on the mountain, and Qing Lingzi watched from the sidelines.

On the second day, Qing Lingzi went south alone, and the old man watched him from the top of the mountain.

……

"What a sharp sword mark! What a heavy evil spirit!"

Four days later, Qing Lingzi arrived in Kyoto, and it was late at night in Kyoto, and thousands of homes were closed, and the streets were full of chaos.

Massive, sliced centipedes lie among the rubble.

Qing Lingzi said this compared to the broken wound on the corpse.

There was no big centipede in his eyes, no big demons, only a sword mark in his eyes.

The sword marks left by the broken sword firelin.

The original work of the 'Concussion Sword'.

At this moment, he met his calamity.

He saw a red sword, and he saw an angry beast, a fierce flame that opened its teeth and claws, and chose people to devour, the true appearance of a fire unicorn.

Getting up, without a trace, erasing and taking away all the traces of evil qi and sword marks, Qing Lingzi followed the traces of the battle in the battlefield, and finally came to a small courtyard.

Pushing open the door of the firewood room, he found Yan Chixia, who had run out of oil and dried up.

"It's not you. ”

Yan Chixia's mind was already a little confused, leaning on the pyre, he faced Qing Lingzi's visit, and there was only one eye that could move up and down.

Qing Lingzi looked at Yan Chixia, and by the way, she also saw the half-engraved message on the wall next to Yan Chixia.

He raised his hand, and a piece of firewood on the ground automatically jumped into his hand, and with a few strokes of his hand, he completed the message on the wall.

"Smack. ”

He dropped the firewood and picked up Yan Chixia and slammed the door.

Leaving the city and finding a suitable location, Qing Lingzi carved the formation and took out a jade slip from Yan Chixia and put it on his forehead, and after a while, he threw the jade slip on Yan Chixia's body.

Cross-legged, chanting, golden cyan light spread out from him, like a long whale absorbing water, all poured into the formation.

The formation began to glow, and a pillar of light went straight to the nine heavens.

After the light dissipated, both Yan Chixia and Yu Jian disappeared in place, but only another pillar of light descended from the sky in a moment, which was very accurate, this pillar of light fell in front of Qing Lingzi, and at the same time branded a miniature array on the ground.

There was a jade slip floating on the array.

Qing Lingzi grabbed it in his hand, pushed it to his forehead, and when he put it down again, his brows were already locked.

"Observe first......

Jade Jane turned into crumbs in his hand, and he sighed slightly.

"Borrow the moon for a while. ”

The bright moon in the sky had returned to normal, and the bright light sprinkled on Qing Lingzi's body, and he drew several arcs with his right hand, which actually dragged out a trace of soft white silk from the moonlight.

He silently recited the prayer, and after praying, he wrapped the thread around his head and face.

The soft silk melts when it touches the skin, and at the same time, Qing Lingzi's facial features are melted away.

His facial features began to blur, then from blur to clarity, and by the time he stabilized, he was no longer a Qing Lingzi.

He is now 'Yan Chixia'.

……

"Strange, why isn't there a trace of evil spirit?"

Half a month later, Qing Lingzi, who approached Mo Ye with Yi Rong Chengyan Chixia, did not feel the evil aura and murderous spirit remaining in the sword marks from the other party's body, on the contrary, Mo Ye's affinity for the Dao Law and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi when he asked him for advice on the cultivation method made him staggered. He recognized the 'dragon clan' aura in Mo Ye's body.

Was it deliberately covered up or was Qing Lingzi really mistaken?

After many years of cultivation, there is no reason for him to admit his wrong evil spirit.

Time flies in the contradictions, and finally, they returned to Kyoto, Qing Lingzi is not Yan Chixia, he didn't catch up with the battle that night, so he didn't know that the water source in this city was actually polluted by Mo Ye. Whenever Mo Xie mentioned that he wanted to purify Kyoto's water source and asked Qing Lingzi for advice, he always doubted his own judgment.

How could such a person leave such a sword mark full of evil intent and anger?

He had already planned to give up, but Fu Qingfeng came into his sight at the right time.

There are only two situations in which a person can show his true colors, one is when he is most lax, and the other is when he is most angry.

He came up with a plan, and then there was that scene in the stone forest.

He finally saw the sword full of evil intentions, anger, and destruction as he wished, but at the cost of his life.

It seemed to be a meaningless death, but even Mo Ye didn't see it clearly, and the corners of Qing Lingzi's mouth rose when he faced the killing sword.

"I was right. ”

At that time, he only had such a simple thought.

Qing Lingzi lost to his calamity, and he died at the hands of Mo Ye, but he didn't know if his master, who could even forget his own Dao name, would do something for the dead apprentice.

Will it?

Wouldn't it?

……

Shushan, dilapidated houses.

Yan Chixia was sleeping, the old man in the white robe said that he had been asleep since he was teleported, and the big tree behind him bore the energy consumed to sustain his life, as long as the connection between the two continued, Yan Chixia would not be in danger of dying.

"Qing Lingzi pretending to be Brother Yan just for this sword?"

The old man had already told Mo Ye all about Qing Lingzi, and Mo Ye was a little suspicious of this, but he knew very well that the old man in the white robe had no need to lie.

"This thing contains evil intentions, if Xiaoyou doesn't mind, Lao Dao wants to destroy it, so as not to harm the common people in the future. ”

The old man pointed to the Huolin Sword in Mo Xie's hand and said.