"The younger generation Feng Lin Yun has seen Zhenzun, Xie Zhenzun helped me. ∵↘ hei66 . Com←←√ "Seeing Da Ning Zhenzun walk in, Feng Linyun bowed his head and saluted, as if this Zhenzun was Gu Xiya in the sect, and every action was meticulous, full of respect and gratitude.

Da Ling Zhenzun glanced at her, waved his hand and said, "No, you don't need to thank me. You want to thank you, or thank Gu Rongsu, I'm just here to repay the cause and effect, and I don't deserve your gift. ”

Gu Liang?

It turned out to be the true venerable invited by Gu Liang?

By the way, Ji Shan is Gu Liang's mother, and this true venerable came with Ji Shan.

Feng Linyun was stunned, and then said: "No matter what the situation is, you are willing to repay the cause and effect at this juncture, and you can be worthy of the gratitude of the juniors." ”

Da Ling Zhenzun sat down, smelled the faint fragrance of tea in the air, felt the true yuan in the dantian surging slightly, and suddenly said, "Tell me about your sect." ”

Feng Linyun poured the tea and respectfully offered it to her: "What do you want to hear?" ”

Da Ling Zhenzun said: "You can say whatever you want, you don't need to be deliberate." I just want to know why you maintain it like this, and would rather die than advance and retreat with it. ”

In the eyes of this True Venerable, fighting for the sect and dying for the sect seemed to be a very amazing thing.

Feng Linyun was silent for a moment and replied, "Because this is my home." I grew up here, my relatives live here, my fellow teachers live here, and my best friends live here. In order to protect these, in order to protect the family, what else is there to be reluctant to? ”

Da Ling Zhenzun tasted the tea in the cup, this tea is indeed very good, and it is also the best in the world of thousands of lakes to entertain guests.

The Qiankun faction had fallen into decline, like a crumbling house that would collapse at any moment, but they still treated her with the best and noblest courtesy, without the slightest reluctance.

Those people who are eyeing outside the golden prohibition are probably the same cup of spiritual tea that they like, but they don't want to be invited by the Qiankun faction to drink it, but they want to grab it and drink it as much as they want.

"Monks don't value affection, love is a fetter and a drag." Da Ling Zhenzun looked at the emerald tea soup in the cup, and said slowly, "Monks should pursue the Great Dao, and everything else is not important. The most basic requirement for pursuing the Great Dao is to live, so monks often do not want to die, let alone sacrifice themselves for the sect or family. ”

Feng Linyun didn't drink spiritual tea, she sat upright, looked at the white gas rising from the teapot, and said: "The younger generation you said know that monks really shouldn't be affectionate, and it's difficult to achieve cultivation advancement. But what are we trying to practice and strive to become a true monarch and a true deity? ”

Feng Lin Wan had not yet established the Dao Heart, but when she asked this sentence, it meant that she had already begun to contact the realm of the Dao Heart.

"When the younger generation first started, I didn't know why I practiced, and I never even thought about it. Because the people around the juniors are all practicing, the relatives also hope that the juniors will work hard to cultivate, and the juniors look at the glamorous uncles and sisters in the inner gate, and look at those true monarchs, and hope that they can be like them. ”

"But when I'm like them, what should I pursue?"

Feng Linyun asked herself, and then replied calmly: "I thought about it for a long time, and I still couldn't figure it out when I thought about it, and then it was a senior uncle who pointed me out. He said, "Cultivation is not something that others want me to practice, so I have to practice; It's not that everyone else is practicing, so I have to practice; It's not about catching up with others and surpassing others. I seemed to understand, but I didn't, and when I asked him again, he shook his head and didn't speak. ”

Da Ling Zhenzun took a sip of tea, looked at this Qiankun Sect disciple with calm eyebrows and a slightly low face, and said, "This question can only be answered by yourself, and everyone's answer is different. ”

Feng Linyun smiled and said with a firm expression: "Zhenzun is right, this question can only be answered by the juniors themselves, and the senior uncle will never be able to answer it for the juniors." The younger generation also understands now, and the younger generation cultivates in order to protect what the younger generation cares about, just like this sect and this family. ”

She raised her head slightly, and said proudly: "A monk should not be affectionate, but without affection, a monk is nothing." The juniors don't know how to go ahead, but the juniors don't regret their choice at all, because the way of the juniors is here, because the persistence of the juniors is here. The former sages had words, and when they heard about it, they could die at night. The younger generation is dull and not highly talented, and it is still difficult to understand this golden saying, but the younger generation is willing to protect this sect, even if they die without regrets. ”

Da Ling Zhenzun was still looking at her, looking at this pious female cultivator, and asked, "Have you heard of the allusion of the grasshopper shaking the tree and the mantis arm as a car?" ”

Feng Linyun said: "Zi is not a mayfly, Zi is not a praying mantis, I just feel ridiculous, Anzhi grasshopper, praying mantis insistence? ”

Da Ling Zhenzun said: "There are no rules in this world, there is no square circle, the grasshopper shakes the tree, the mantis arm is not in accordance with the rules, and it is not in accordance with the rules to force an old tree that is too old and has been struck by lightning to continue to sprout new shoots and grow branches and leaves. There is life, old age, sickness, and death in the world, this is the rule that has existed since the beginning of heaven and earth, and no one can stop it, unless it is an immortal immortal. ”

Feng Linyun said: "Old trees can sprout, old trees can bloom, and the branches of old trees can grow into small trees in the soil, who can say that old trees are dead?" When you are old, you have baby fruit, and you can live for another fifty or sixty years with the longevity pill refined from baby fruit. When you are sick, you can see a doctor, and when you are sick, you can jump around when you are sick. If he dies, there are descendants who will retain his bloodline, and there are apprentices who can continue the inheritance, and people remember him, remember the traces he left in this world, who can say that he is completely dead? ”

Da Ling Zhenzun was silent, as if he didn't know how to refute Feng Linyun.

She slowly finished a cup of tea, looked at the delicate pastries like flowers in the blue and white porcelain plate, looked at the fresh and fragrant spirit fruits in the crystal basin, and asked, "When was this pastry made?" ”

Da Ling Zhenzun knew how rare the pastries in the blue and white porcelain plate were, even if it was a seven-grade spirit chef, it would take him almost half a month to make this plate of pastries, just like the alchemist alchemy.

Feng Linyun looked at the blue and white porcelain plate and replied, "It was just made and Uncle Wuhua wanted to eat it, but Uncle Wuhua left the door yesterday to go to war." ”

Da Ling Zhenzun asked again: "The sect is so difficult, how can you settle down to make such a delicate thing?" ”

Feng Linyun said: "The one who makes the pastry is the Lotus Heart True Monarch in the sect, he was originally a mortal without spiritual roots, and later received the guidance of Han Yu Zhenzun, and entered the Tao with cooking, a dish, a dim sum is a practice. ”

"Lianxin Zhenjun is not good at fighting, nor is he good at words, and he doesn't know how to face this crisis. But he is really a good elder, because Wuhua Zhenjun occasionally said that he wanted to eat a snack, so he did it. The acting head of the family worked hard every day, and Lianxin Zhenjun also cooked soup every day and sent it personally, and watched the acting head drink it before going back. ”

"Lianxin Zhenjun said that there is not much he can do, but what he can do, he will definitely do, and he will do it very hard. Handle all kinds of important matters of the sect on behalf of the head of the sect, and he can't help; Wuhua Zhenjun wants to fight, and he can't help; But he can make them eat well, and that's what he's used for. ”

He has no spiritual roots, so he enters the Tao with a kitchen, and he also cultivates to Yuanying Zhenjun?

Da Ling Zhenzun thought to himself, this lotus heart is also a character, and can even be called a legend, after all, there are some monks with excellent spiritual roots who may not be able to step into the realm of Yuan Ying, but he has done it as a mere mortal.

This sect is quite interesting, and the people of this sect are also quite interesting.

Whether it was a little disciple like Feng Lin Wan or a high-level cultivator like Lotus Heart True Monarch, they were all very interesting.

Heavenly Dao probably didn't want this interesting sect to fall into the hands of the greedy, so Gu Rongsu was able to send the city lord's order back, so Ji Shan could survive the heavenly tribulation smoothly, so she could also sit here and drink tea and taste snacks.

"Your sect, do you lack an elder?" Da Ling Zhenzun put down the teacup, picked up a piece of pastry with his bare hands, and asked as if very casually.

Da Ling Zhenzun's hands are very good-looking, with slender fingers, a fair complexion like jade, and the color of his nails is like the pink peach blossom that blooms first in early spring.

Lianxin Zhenjun's pastries are very beautiful, just like jade carvings, the shape, color, and taste are all natural, implying the wonderful rhyme of the Tao, so delicate that people can't bear to swallow it.

Da Ling Zhenzun is holding a pastry, and this picture is as beautiful as a painting.

Feng Linyun stared at this painting, and felt that the heart in his chest was constantly beating, and it was beating very fast, as if it was about to jump out of his throat in the next moment.

She vaguely sensed something, but couldn't believe it was real.

"Our sect welcomes all capable worship elders."

Feng Linyun heard his own voice coming out of his throat, so strange that it was as if someone else had said it, calm and composed, without a trace of nervousness.

Da Lemon Zhenzun smiled, and she put the pastry in her mouth and savored it.

After a moment, Da Ling Zhenzun reached out to take the second piece and said, "The junior named Wuhua in your sect knows how to eat delicious, and Lianxin also knows how to make delicious food, and I also like to eat delicious food." I want to stay here, I want to try something else, I can eat it whenever I want, can I do it? ”

……

In the Purple Pole Hall across the wall, Ji Shan was also talking to Yu Nisheng.

They've finished talking about the Lord's Order, and the token has gone where it needs to be, and it will be useful right away.

Yu Nishang thought about the dilemma that could be solved immediately, and there was a shallow smile on her cold and frosty face, she stood up and thanked Ji Shan respectfully: "Yu Nishang represents the entire Qiankun faction Thank you Ji Shan Zhenren, the real person is very kind today, and the Qiankun faction is unforgettable!" ”

How could Ji Shan let Gu Liang's division commander salute her, she avoided it and said, "It's not me who Zhenjun should thank, it's my daughter." ”

Yu Nishang said seriously: "If the real person is willing to come, this is a great kindness, thank you!" ”

The Qiankun faction has always had clear grievances, and Yu Nishang also vaguely knew that Mozhu Zhenjun coveted Gu Liang, and she was really grateful that Ji Shan could come to the Qiankun faction.

Ji Shan is an excellent mother.

Gu Liang was an excellent disciple.

The Qiankun faction will remember their good and repay them tenfold in the coming days.

Ji Shan was silent for a moment, and then asked, "Zhenjun, is there anything else that Ji Shan can help with?" She said, "Ji Shan is just starting to get married, and his strength may be low and even inferior to many disciples, but Ji Shan also has his own ability and expertise, and I privately think that he may be able to help your faction a little." ”

Gu Liang didn't want this sect to fall, Ji Shan respected her daughter's expectations and was willing to fulfill her daughter's expectations.

She knows how to draw talismans and is a six-grade talisman master; She is the heir of the Ji family, and she can fight with Yuanying and escape safely.

Ji Shan said what she was good at, and she only concealed the fact that she was the heir of the Ji family, and then asked, "Do I want to report it?" ”

When Ji Shan narrated, Yu Nishang frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about something, and when she heard her ask, it was as if she hadn't heard it.

Ji Shan waited patiently, although she only said a few words to the acting leader, she also knew that Yu Nishang was not used to slacking people's character.

After a moment, Yu Nishang looked up at Ji Shan, and said with bright eyes: "Your surname is Ji, I always feel that this surname is somewhat familiar, but the descendants of the ancient clan?" ”

The ancient family, that is, the family that has been inherited from a long time to the present day and has a history of at least 50,000 years, such as the Zhen family in Dongzhou and the Xu family in Zhongzhou.

The Ji family has a long history, and it is even more important than the Zhen family and the Xu family, and it can indeed be regarded as an ancient family.

Ji Shan's heart sank, she shook her head calmly, and said: "The Ji family is just a small family in decline from Central Continent, with a history of only thousands of years, and there has never been a Yuanying Zhenjun on the genealogy. ”

Yu Nishang talked about something else, she said: "The head is dying." ”

Ji Shan thought that the head of the house was her daughter's master, and her daughter would have to become an ordinary disciple without a master again, so she couldn't help but be silent and said in a low voice: "Please mourn on behalf of the master." ”

Yu Nishang smiled bitterly: "We can't save him, and we can't help him, but we are really ashamed that he still remembers to hold up the golden ban for us in the midst of the heavy damage." ”

Ji Shan was silent.

Yu Nishang sniffed, and it was difficult to hide the sadness in her voice: "We don't know what he is, but Bi Yuanzi, who is a medical cultivator, said that there must be someone in this world who can save him, and there must be someone who is good at the secret art of the soul who can save him." I thought that if I could find that person and save the life of the head of the family, I would be willing to let me be a slave and a slave for a thousand years. ”

Ji Shan is already smart, how could she not know what Yu Nishang wanted to say at this time?

She sighed and said: "On behalf of the head, there is life, old age, sickness, and death in the world that cannot be forced, please mourn." ”

Yu Nisheng's eyes stared directly at Ji Shan, and she said: "Everyone in the world has a dislike for me and the head of the house, saying that I am unwilling to be the head of the house, but I really hope that the head of the house can live, and I really hope that he can sit in the position of head for another two thousand years." ”

Yu Nishang has a direct personality, and she is not good at hiding her emotions, although she said it tactfully, but the sentence "I think you are a descendant of the ancient Ji family, please save Chunwei" can be understood without saying it explicitly.

Ji Shan felt that people like Yu Nishang were the most difficult to deal with, and she would rather fight with guys like Da Ling Zhenzun and Gu Mingdao who were accustomed to scheming, rather than say a few words to Yu Nishang.

Because Yu Nishang is very direct, she is so stubborn that she will not look back if she breaks through the south wall, the only one who can convince her is herself, and other people's words are all passing in her eyes.

"Acting boss, you have forced it." Ji Shan said, "Ji Shan may be able to help you with other things, but this one can't." ”

Yu Nishang said: "You don't know what the situation is, how can you refuse? ”

Look, as long as Ji Shan leaked a little breath, she immediately grabbed Ji Shan's life-saving straw, even if this straw was willing to sink to the bottom with her.

Being honored by Yu Nishang and calling you, Ji Shan shook her head and said she didn't dare.

She said: "You are a group of true monarchs and true monarchs can't solve things, Ji Shan is just a monk who has just married Dan, how can he say that he can help?" ”

The Ji family does inherit a unique secret technique, and it may be able to help.

But Ji Shan has only just formed a Dan, and her divine sense strength is only equivalent to that of an ordinary monk in the middle stage of the Dan, and there are many secret techniques that cannot be cast, or can be used but need to pay a heavy price.

Ji Shan will never take her life for Chunwei, this is her bottom line, so she can't agree.

Yu Nishang also knew that she was too forced, she stared at Ji Shan, still unwilling to give up and begged, "Can you go and see him?" Just take a look, just take a look. ”

Time is running out for Pure Micro.

In another day, or half a day, or an hour or two, his soul lamp will be completely extinguished, and it will never be rekindled.

It was his destined death.

Chunwei himself also felt the approach of death, but he was still trapped in a pure white room, I don't know how many years have passed, I don't know what the point of staying here is, and I don't know how to wake up.

The pure white room had become so small that it was so small that it curled up and endured it in humiliation as if it were locked in a chicken coop.

No, it may be more pitiful than the chicken coop, because the small space is still shrinking inch by inch, and it seems to want to turn the pure micro into a boxy, angular piece of meat.

Give it up......

You should go with the future that has already been written......

You should go with your own destiny......

A voice spoke in the void.

This is your death, and you can't survive it......

This is your death, and if you resist it with all your might, it will still press down on you with great force......

Look, you can't hold on anymore......

Chunwei stared at the white wall close at hand, listening to the voice giving up over and over again, listening to the voice sighing and regretting, listening to the voice analyzing how the Qiankun faction in reality has become.

How long has it been?

A hundred years?

A thousand years?

Chun Wei thought blankly, shaking his head in his heart.

He only has 30 years to live, a hundred years, a thousand years is just a long time for consciousness, in reality it may be a year or two, maybe ten days and half a month.

When he saw that the star named Chunwei had dimmed, Chunwei prepared for his own aftermath, if he could, he would be buried in the Qiankun faction, and his ashes would be scattered all over every corner, living and dying with the sect.

Chunwei saw the points of light floating from her body, and the points of light were colorful and very beautiful.

His spirit began to fall apart.

His consciousness began to fade.

If you want to live, you have to persevere, but the way of heaven is so cruel, what do you have to do to keep living?

Birth, old age, sickness, and death, these are the rules of heaven and earth, and no one can stop them.

Even the legendary immortals who are immortal, the immortals who can live with heaven and earth, do you know that they are really eternal and immortal?

Heaven and earth will fall, and immortals will fall, not to mention monks, let alone mortals.

He was just unwilling.

Unwilling to die like this, unwilling to die like this, unwilling to die like this, so he persisted for a long, long time, so long that his thinking began to dull.

Chunwei heard the voice of someone else again, it was a female voice, somewhat familiar: "...... His spirit is still here, and as long as his soul is not extinguished, he will definitely wake up......"

Who is he?

Who is that female voice?

Chunwei looked at her hand, which had become transparent, it had no color, no temperature, and was as fragile as a statue made of dust, which would be completely destroyed when the wind blew.

Another female voice sounded, still somewhat familiar, as if it had been heard before: "...... There's no way, there's really no way, it's not that I don't want to help him, it's that he doesn't want to help him......"

“…… No, how is that possible! ”

“…… That's the truth, he doesn't want to wake up, he draws a circle for himself and imprisons himself, there's nothing I can do, no one can do it......"

Chunwei heard the cry, a familiar cry, as if hidden in the deepest part of his memory, he was very impressed by this voice.

But he didn't remember anything.

He couldn't remember anything.

The memory had faded in his soul, like catkins carried away by the wind, never to come back.

But is that voice telling the truth?

He drew the ground as a prison to trap himself?

How is this possible?

Chunwei tried to stretch her body, but the walls did not move, and it became more and more narrow and narrow.

He was about to be trapped and die here, how could this be his own drawing of the ground as a prison?

Chunwei didn't believe it, but the will to survive in her heart became stronger than ever.

He was not willing to die.

He is reluctant to let go.

Even if the heavens want him to die, he doesn't want to die, because what he wants to do is not finished!

Yes, he still has concerns!

He must not die!

Chunwei tried her best to push the wall that trapped her, constantly smashing with her fists and biting with her teeth in a small space, like a beast trapped by a trapped beast, desperately trying to escape.

If these walls were set up by him, then fall!

Fall down!

All down!

……

……

At this time, outside the golden prohibition, the disciples of the Qiankun Sect were falling one by one.

They stood firm in front of the crumbling prohibition, and under their feet were the remains of the same door, the flesh and blood of the same door, the broken sword of the same door, and the magic weapon destroyed by the same door.

But the alliance is so numerous that if it is not good, everyone can drown them with a mouthful of spit.

Min Chunxiao was fighting with a late-stage Jindan physique, she didn't remember how many battles it was, she only remembered that she hadn't closed her eyelids in the past few days, and she was fighting with others for life and death every moment.

She persevered to this day, and she beheaded many people with her sword.

Guan Yuanjing was also on this battlefield, and he was attacked by the joint attack of two half-step Jindan.

Those two half-step Jin Dan were probably from some small force, and in normal times, Guan Yuanjing would probably only need one look to kill them.

But now he is exhausted, and he has been driven into a dead end several times, and almost gave his own life.

The two found that Guan Yuanjing was about to be unable to hold on, and they became more and more ruthless between their hands, and they even used a lot of money to buy a talisman as a hole card.

One person said: "Kill him, I remember him, he is a big man in the Qiankun Sect Law Enforcement Hall!" There must be a lot of good stuff on you! ”

Another person said: "I'm six and you're four, this person is what I found, and my cultivation is higher than yours!" ”

"No, your cultivation is not much higher than mine! Without me recognizing him, would you join forces with me? Joke! ”

"I must be six and you four, or you want me to kill you for monopoly?"

While fighting, the two quarreled and threatened each other.

Guan Yuanjing held his sword and tried his best to parry a yin move from Leng Buding's ribs, and was almost cut by another half-step Jin Dan.

Not long ago, he was injured by a Yuan Infant with a palm, and several major meridians were broken, and his mind was already drowsy from the serious injury, and he only knew how to instinctively save his life.

He thought, he was dying.

I'm really unwilling.

He didn't have a baby yet, how could he die at such a young age?

However, he has no regrets.

As a big husband, it is nothing to stand up to the sky and die on the battlefield.

He was there to protect everything he loved, and he heard that the little niece who had married had given birth to a child, and although he had never seen the child, he was willing to raise his sword for the child and was willing to sacrifice his life for the child.

Guan Yuanjing is the same as Feng Lin Yun, his father and mother are all loose cultivators from low backgrounds, they live in the city under the jurisdiction of the Qiankun faction, although the life is a little hard, but they are calm and happy.

"Uhhh

A sword light pierced out from in front of Guan Yuanjing, carrying a few bits of blood, but those few drops of blood were quickly evaporated.

"Snort-" someone teased, "The Qiankun Sect Law Enforcement Hall came out like this!" We are a whole level lower than him, and we can actually kill him, and it is very easy! ”

It shouldn't be like this.

Guan Yuanjing raised his head, and with a wave of the heavy sword in his hand, the sword light that was stimulated was not even three feet.

"Ahh But the man exclaimed, "He hurt me!" Chop all my vestments to shreds! It's a good thing I didn't stab deeply, otherwise I would have died! He's got a good sword, I want it! ”

Another sword light passed through his body, and Guan Yuanjing stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

Someone laughed, and a sword light hit Guan Yuanjing's wrist with precision, as if he wanted to take away his sword.

This is a natal sword, and it is useless for you to take it, because it will break when I die.

Guan Yuanjing thought to himself, he had suffered that blow in his life, his wrist was almost broken, and the sword was still held well.

Another sword light pierced his leg.

Guan Yuanjing fell to the ground, and happened to fall on a fallen disciple of the Qiankun Sect, who had a white identity jade talisman hanging on his body, and three words were written on it-Shi Nanzhen.

Guan Yuanjing remembered this disciple, he was nearly two hundred years old before he became a Dan, and it seems that it has only been less than two years since he became an inner disciple.

He died.

He said that he wanted to find a Taoist companion and a disciple.

If there are no Taoist monks and disciples yet, how can they die?

With severe pain in his body and even more intermittent consciousness, Guan Yuanjing slowly closed his eyes, feeling that there was nothing wrong with dying like this.

He bought time for the Qiankun faction, and the Qiankun faction could retreat to the Three Yuan Realm as soon as possible, and his little niece's child could continue to live in peace and happiness.

"Poof—" Something seems to have fallen.

After a while, someone approached, pushed him, and fed him a pill: "Wake up!" Wake up! ”

Guan Yuanjing tried his best to open his eyes, only to see a chipmunk with oily fur standing on the other party's shoulder.

It's fat.

Guan Yuan thought about it quietly, closed his eyes again and passed out.