Lin Ziyun killed countless demon beasts in the Ancient Road Demon Mountain, and the evil qi on his body was naturally strong. In addition, he has cultivated the Demon Cultivation Secret Scripture Fu Immortal True Skill, and the evil qi on his body is extremely rich, which is rare in the world.

The two of them cast spells and fought here, and neither noticed a middle-aged Taoist priest in a yellow robe thousands of kilometers away, and the Taoist priest stared at Lin Ziyun with a clear and uncertain look.

After a long time, this person opened his mouth and whispered: "This son is so powerful, and the disciples of the Jiazong are not easy to provoke that day." It's better to wait for them to lose both, and the old man will reap the benefits of the fisherman. The old man of Jiuhua Immortal must get it. ”

If Lin Ziyun was here, he would definitely recognize this person and be sad.

The moment Lin Ziyun performed the true skill of Fu Immortal, there was a strange look in the eyes of a woman wearing a black hat in Baijiang City. She groaned slightly, cast a spell, and disappeared in place.

Lin Ziyun didn't have bells and whistles to attack, and he didn't even use the dragon fighting technique. This set of exercises completely deprived him of his mind, and he turned into a killing machine.

Fighting, a natural fighting instinct. Fu Xian's true skill refines the true dragon's qi, and every wisp of dragon qi is like a true dragon. His black hair was fluttering, a few strands of hair were scattered on his shoulders, and his eyes were cold, and he didn't look emotional.

Kill, kill, kill......

He ignores the attacks of the ghosts, and every move is deadly.

Rumble......

The ghosts are difficult to deal with, and Lin Ziyun is more like a machine that doesn't know pain, but only kills.

The dragon qi surging between the raised hands, carrying the power of the heavenly way and the change of the true dragon. Lin Ziyun didn't know how many times he had torn off the demon's hand, even with the Five Ghost Heavenly Soul Banners as a supplement, he could vaguely see the fear on the faces of the five powerful ghosts.

Is this still human? It's a demon.

Zhuge Qinghua's face showed a look of fear, he couldn't believe it, what kind of monster did he provoke?

It's a pity that he didn't regret it, the battle seemed to be reversed as he thought, and Lin Ziyun ended the battle like a withered and decaying one. He was strangled by Lin Ziyun's hand until he lost his breath, and he didn't say a word.

He was gasping until he died.

Before he died, it was as if he had thought of something. His eyes were wide open, but unfortunately he did not say what he thought until he died.

"Xihai Demon Cultivator. Zhuge Qinghua shouted in his heart.

After Lin Ziyun crushed Zhuge Qinghua's Yuan Shen villain, but Lin Ziyun's eyes also darkened and he fell to the ground.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Li Yingwei watched all this from afar, she saw Lin Ziyun fainting, and hurriedly rushed over to help him up.

"Uncle, don't scare me......" Li Yingwei shook Lin Ziyun, but she didn't see any reaction from him.

"Tsk...... Awesome, awesome...... I couldn't imagine that a kid from the Qi Refining Realm was so powerful that even the old man looked away. If it weren't for the four evils of the west wind and the five sons of Tianjia Sect, it would be the old man who was afraid of falling. But now, I'm the one who has the last laugh. The Venerable Master laughed.

He doesn't care what Princess Zhangle, the princess of the mortal world, the emperor, in his eyes is just a hillbilly, a local chicken and a dog. As long as he gets the Jiuhua Immortal Sutra, the Feather Transformation Realm is just around the corner, and even the Dan period is expected.

A silver needle appeared on the tip of the Venerable Master's finger, and with a flip of his palm, the poisonous needle headed towards Lin Ziyun's head.

"Bang ......"

I don't know when, a girl in black appeared in front of Lin Ziyun and Li Yingwei.

The girl's face showed a look of mockery, and she said lightly: "Demon son, can also be hurt by ants like you?"

What kind of cultivation that girl was, the Venerable Master Lingchou didn't know. But just one glance made him spit blood from his mouth and suffer serious injuries.

Yuning Town, Qingzhou, in a tavern.

"The immortals of Tianlong Mountain were born, and it is said that they are going to support Baijiang City. "A few chivalrous guests, drinking and chatting.

"I heard that the heavens and the earth have changed greatly, and the immortals have descended to earth. Some of the old masters in the martial arts have mastered the world, and they have even cultivated immortal spells, what a great world!"

"I heard that the Heavenly Ghost Daoist can move mountains and seas with a single spell, but I don't know if it's true or not?" someone asked.

"The Immortal Gate Dao Technique, the supernatural power is vast, it is not something we can speculate. The world is in turmoil, talents are coming out in abundance, and darkness has come. I've heard that the Venerable Daoist of Panlong Mountain, the Sword God of Sword Valley, and the Great Master of Liyang Mountain have all cultivated supernatural powers, and I don't know if I have the opportunity to comprehend that kind of immortal fate. ”

It is no secret that the aura of heaven and earth has recovered, the martial arts have been chaotic, and the pattern of the rivers and lakes has changed, and everyone knows it.

Some people no longer mention this kind of anecdote, and when it comes to the border war, they are worried.

"I heard that there are immortals in the sky in Nanyan, I really don't know if the immortals of Tianlong Mountain can stop the enemy. ”

"They are all cultivators, it's hard to say. You know the Zhenguo Iron Guard, right? That Zhou Hou Ye was originally an immortal, so what? It's not that he lost his armor and was beaten by Nanyan. "Some people are not optimistic about Beiyan.

"In this way, the immortal cultivators of the human realm are far from being the opponents of the people of the immortal realm. ”

"In my opinion, you should not have too much hope for the imperial court. Now that the emperor has died, internal and external troubles are in trouble, and the situation is not good. "There are some people in the rivers and lakes who have no scruples about mentioning some taboo things.

"Hey, I heard that the emperor died because of overwork in the war and his body couldn't support it, but this matter is confusing, and I don't know if it's true or not. I really don't know, if Nanyan unifies the world, what should our people do. ”

No one noticed that in the tavern, a delicate girl in a cloth dress walked out in a trance.

After a long street, Li Yingwei was at a loss.

When Li Long, the son of heaven, that is, her imperial brother, passed away, Li Yingwei felt that God had played a big joke on her. She seems to be in the palace yesterday with her brother to write poems and paintings, and today she has become a lonely person.

Since that day at the Yuning Ferry, Lin Ziyun was injured to save her, Lin Ziyun has been unconscious.

In a small village, the pride of the heavens, Princess Zhangle, Li Yingwei, held a bowl of hot soup, and a square-faced man lay on the wooden bed in front of her.

"Uncle, you've been in a coma for a month. ”

"Do you know? General Qin didn't come to me because the Imperial Brother Immortal went. Li Weiwei choked.

"The king of Pingyang raised troops to rebel, and Daqin has died......"

For more than a month, Li Yingwei stayed in a country house. Lin Ziyun has been unconscious, and she is taking care of her these days. It's hard to imagine how Li Yingwei, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old woman, was born noble, and how she persevered.

She likes to talk to Lin Ziyun, even if he never woke up.

"Uncle, wake up quickly! I'm so afraid, I don't want anything, I'm so afraid that you'll leave me. Li Yingwei's eyes were hazy with tears.

The Qin Dynasty was in turmoil, and Li Long died. He has no children under his knees, and the unification of the DPRK and the Central Committee, and the royal family and nobles are all eyeing him.

Regarding Li Long's death, there are different opinions, and no one knows whether it is true or not. I only know that on that day, when Li Long was reviewing the recital, his eyes suddenly turned black, and he passed out, his eyes were bleeding, and he died.

A fortune teller who knew this scene and only said, "The Mandate of Heaven is like this, and it must not be violated!" Since then, no one in the court has dared to mention this matter again.

King Pingyang was a famous hero under the command of the first emperor, and he actually raised an army to rebel and set himself up as the king, and everyone did not expect it to happen so suddenly.

The Marquis of Zhenguo appeared, and the killing machine moved the four fields, he killed overnight, and killed Zhao Qin, the prince of Pingyang, in the midst of ten thousand troops. Even though the King of Pingyang fled, but killed the only son of the old thief, Zhou Yi felt that it could be regarded as cutting off the foundation of this person.

The Southern Yan army pressed the border, and Baijiang City was in danger. The Marquis of Zhenguo led his troops to the death, and he didn't know when he would not be able to resist the Nanyan offensive.

The affairs of the world are almost impossible to escape the warmth and coldness of human feelings. And the most false lie in the world is empathy.

It is much easier to love someone than to fulfill one.

In the season when the snowflakes are in full bloom, Shangguan is dressed in white for the rain. The petals of the flower bloomed, falling on her snow-white collar, on her waterfall-like green silk, and on her proud and gorgeous phoenix crown.

She smiled innocently, with a sad countenance, with a poignant look, but she looked innocent.

Three years ago, when she was the loneliest, she met the little prince of Pingyang.

Zhao Qin smiled when he saw her crying.

"Little girl, it's not good to cry your nose, beware of the man in black arresting you to fill the river. "The prince of Pingyang Mansion has never been afraid of any Zhenguo Iron Guard, he is not afraid that Shangguan Chaoyu is terrible, and Shangguan Chaoyu was so frightened that he didn't dare to cry at that time.

"Look at your big cat face, I don't like it. Zhao Qin circled around Shangguan Chaoyu and said with a frown.

Shangguan Chaoyu also looked at the little boy pretending to be an adult in front of him, handsome and graceful, but much better looking than these people in the Qin Palace.

Shangguan Chaoyu was timid, and his two little hands rubbed together. She looked at Zhao Zuo with big eyes, but her cheeks puffed out and looked at Zhao Qin fiercely, it seemed that Zhao Qin was gentle, and it was easier to bully, and the princess of the dead country vowed to give Qin Guo, the son, a little color.

Zhao Qin saw that she was suddenly angry, and her good-looking eyebrows wrinkled into a ball of twist, but she also felt funny. He didn't know why he had an inexplicable affection for this girl. Zhao Qin helped her up, and a green orange appeared in her hand like a trick, and shook it at Shangguan Chaoyu.

"Oh, please eat the fruit. The next time someone bullies you, you report your boss's name and make sure it works. ”

Shangguan Chaoyu held the orange in his hand, looked at Zhao Qin's warm and free smile, and forgot everything for a while.

When she came back to her senses, the boy was already far away. I only heard his voice coming from afar: "Remember, your boss's name is Zhao Qin, the son of the king of Pingyang...... Oh no...... Remember. The first scoundrel in Chang'an City, Zhao Qin ......"

"Huh...... Hee-hee......"

"The first scoundrel, how can anyone call himself that. The girl's smile was cheerful and light.

Yes, how can anyone call themselves that, Zhao Qin is the first in the world. Zhao Qin is also the first person in the world to walk into Shangguan Chaoyu's heart.

She was originally a mortal, but she met her mother-in-law by chance and stepped into cultivation. She can't stop cutting the three thousand red dust, and she doesn't want to break it. She avenged the revenge of the country, Li Long died, and her mother-in-law did what she said. I don't know why when Li Long died, Shangguan Chaoyu didn't feel it at all.

Perhaps time is the best medicine to dilute everything, even hatred.

Shangguan Chaoyu is a pear blossom that blooms in the snow of spring and summer. Her whole life is like a snow, and only with Zhao Qin does she feel that she is more like a pear blossom.

In the princess's mansion, Shangguan Chaoyu pinched the law seal with both hands, and in front of her there was a bamboo slip that emitted a blue-green light. I saw Shangguan Chaoyu raise his hand and shoot dozens of mystical magic seals, emitting snow-white light, and the naked eye could see layers of cyan light steaming around her body.

Her eyes were closed, and sweat was pouring from her forehead.

In the secret room, nine soul-leaving lamps were placed in advance, and suddenly bloomed with a demonic light. The nine candles are connected into a line, turning into a mysterious text, if there are people in the cultivation realm here, they will definitely be able to recognize this is a "immortal" character.

The room illuminated by the ancient lamps and candles was bright, and Shangguan slapped his palm towards the rain, only to see a few spiritual grass fairy talismans rising into the air. She pinched the trick in her hand and slapped her forehead.

With a snort, those spirit runes were burned into ashes by the nine soul lamps, and those spirit grasses landed steadily in the center of the flames of the nine soul lamps, emitting a faint light.

Shangguan Chaoyu spewed out a mouthful of mixed blood, and the nine flames turned into ghosts, biting and rushing towards Shangguan Chaoyu. Under the strange firelight, her pale and bloodless face was reflected. She screamed, and the soul blood touched the spirit grass elixir, and the flame of the soul lamp became more and more feverish.

"If there is reincarnation in this world, I only hope that in the next life I can be a pear blossom that blooms in front of your door. Being able to watch your smile quietly, Chaoyu will be content. "She has a beautiful smile and a peerless demeanor.

Three years ago, a green orange. Three years later, Shangguan Chaoyu finally understood what it meant to be sorrowful, whether it was love or not. She peeled the orange and knew what love was.

Crossing the Spirit Pill, she used her immortal soul to refine an immortal elixir that can save the lives of mortals.

Shangguan Chaoyu gave up himself and chose to save Zhao Qin, just because the young man's smile three years ago has since entered her heart.

Qingzhou Yuning, a temple in the nunnery.

Snowflakes sprinkled on the red walls and gray tiles, and a few plum blossoms bloomed in the small courtyard.

Li Yingwei folded her hands and knelt on the futon.

"Holy Virtue Immeasurable Bodhisattva, please bless the uncle to wake up as soon as possible, as long as he is well, the disciple is willing to eat fasting and chant the Buddha by your side for three years. ”

The winter sun shines on the courtyard, the deep snow of cashmere melts, and the land is dark green.

Li Yingwei takes care of Lin Ziyun here every day, and in her spare time, she sits in the yard and looks into the distance. That is the direction of Chang'an, the hometown is far away, and the relatives have left.

She gradually got used to living here and lived like the people in the village. No one here could guess that she was the princess of the Qin Kingdom, and no one here forced her to marry the King of Nanyan.

When she was distracted, a voice suddenly came from the room, and Li Yingwei showed surprise on the road and hurriedly passed.

When Lin Ziyun opened her eyes, she saw Princess Zhang Le dressed in coarse cloth, although she tried her best to hide it, the remaining tears on her face were still found by Lin Ziyun.

"How long have I been asleep?" Lin Ziyun struggled to move like his own body.

"A month, uncle, you've finally woken up. Li Yingwei hugged Lin Ziyun excitedly.

Nephrite was in his arms, and Lin Ziyun had no other thoughts. The princess in front of him actually guarded him for a month. He gently patted Li Yingwei with his palm, reassuring her not to worry.

"Minister...... The minister did not protect Her Royal Highness the princess. Lin Ziyun burst into tears, panting and coughing.

Li Yingwei saw that Lin Ziyun was unwell, and her eyes showed concern.

"Don't talk, you're not well. ”

Lin Ziyun nodded and leaned slightly on the head of the bed. He used his spiritual power to regulate his body, and felt a chaos in his body, so he could only smile helplessly.

It seems that although he used Fu Xian's True Skill to kill his opponent this time, his body was about to be violently destroyed. The injury did not take a few months to recover.

Lin Ziyun combed his body with spiritual power and barely stood up. While drinking the rice porridge that Li Yingwei cooked for him, he listened to Li Yingwei talk about everything that happened during this time.

"Princess, what are your plans now?" Lin Ziyun asked.

"I don't know, maybe no one in this world cares about a princess Zhang Le anymore. Li Yingwei sighed slightly, with the vicissitudes of a girl in her tone.

Lin Ziyun seemed to know her for the first time, Li Yingwei's eyes were particularly good-looking, like a bay of clear water, and the clear water rippled in the eyes, with endless tenderness, which made people can't help but indulge in it.

It seemed to be expected, without a trace of expectation, Li Yingwei looked at Lin Ziyun and stopped talking. A wry smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, which she quickly disguised again.

"The royal brother asked the palace to marry the king of Nanyan, and now the two countries are at war, and the palace is ...... I have nowhere to go home. Li Yingwei said word by word.

She seemed to be holding back her tears, her eyes avoided Lin Ziyun and said: "I want to pray for the imperial brother in the Buddha Nunnery and eat fast for three years." ”

Lin Ziyun was startled, and hurriedly said, "Don't ......"

Li Yingwei stared at Lin Ziyun with a pair of phoenix eyes, and said word by word: "Why not?"

Lin Ziyun was looked at by Li Yingwei's hot gaze, and he couldn't say a word for a thousand words. It's not that he doesn't understand, but he doesn't dare to think about it......

He looked at Li Yingwei's back, and for a moment, it was so strange and distant.

In the temple nunnery, Li Yingwei was wearing a light blue Taoist uniform and watched Lin Ziyun walk down the mountain in a white robe. She couldn't hold back her tears any longer, like a river bursting its banks.

Forget each other in the rivers and lakes......

"Idiot!

I can't go to Baijiang City, Lin Ziyun has already inquired along the way, and Qin Song is not in Baijiang City.

Along the way, there are countless displaced people, and the corpses are everywhere, and the people are not able to make a living. Lin Ziyun felt that he was punched hard by something, in the chaotic times, he was a cultivator and didn't have to think about survival, it can be seen that there are more lives and souls, and his heart is numb? No, it hurts.

Chang Tai rested to cover up his tears, mourning the difficulties of people's livelihood!

"Immortals, save my child. ”

It is true that Lin Ziyun is a cultivator, but he is not a god and Buddha of the heavens, he has no boundless mana, he is just a little ant who cultivates in the Qi refining period. In this world, how small he is, he can't even do anything.

Along the way, when he met some people infected with wind cold and malaria, Lin Ziyun would help. Until the end, even he didn't expect that his reputation would gradually spread.

Many people even came here, and Lin Ziyun had no choice but to build a small grass hut in Yuning Town to hang the pot to help the world.

Lin Ziyun himself had suffered serious injuries, and his spiritual power was already insufficient. He is now consuming spiritual power like this, saving people's lives, and his injuries have been aggravated.