Today is the third day, and Master Pukong has already informed Li Jiawen that he must stay in the White Horse Temple at night. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Li Jiawen sat in the wing, there was a feeling of being suddenly separated from the world, he had not been in the Yanhuang Dynasty for a long time, but now that he was leaving here, he would have a kind of wandering away from his hometown in his heart, just like when he left the earth.

Before he knew it, he had recognized everything here and considered himself a member of the land.

I don't know if life will be a little better after going to the Liuying Dynasty, maybe not.

Probably not.

At dusk, Li Jiawen went to the lotus pond again, but he never waited for the white-clothed monk, so he quietly looked at the lotus bud that had not yet opened, waiting for it to bloom.

The white-robed monk said that it would bloom today.

In the night sky, the blue moon in the east rose first, and the moonlight shone on the lotus bud, just like an empty stage, a spotlight shone on her alone, everything was quiet, all eyes looked at her, the light began to rotate with her, and she danced a dance of death.

Li Jiawen watched her open the "curtain", revealing the most beautiful moment.

It was a two-colored lotus flower.

"It's open, it's really open." Li Jiawen was inexplicably excited, his voice was very small, as if he was afraid that he would disturb her.

Under the light of the cyan moonlight, she became the princess of this pool of lotus.

The corners of Li Jiawen's mouth curled.

It was only at this moment that the blood moon in the west finally rose, and the blood-red moonlight eroded unscrupulously and shone on the other side of the two-colored lotus.

Then, the two-colored lotus, which had just bloomed into its most beautiful appearance, began to slowly wither and decay into ashes.

Li Jiawen sighed.

"Why didn't you come to chant today?"

Li Jiawen turned around and left the lotus pond, and he returned to the wing room, waiting for the summons of Master Pukong with peace of mind.

Finally, when the green and blood moons were about to meet, someone came to call Li Jiawen to go to the ancient temple where Pukong lived, and the person who came to pass the word was actually Xiaoci.

The two went to the ancient temple, Master Pukong motioned for the two to sit down, and then folded his hands and said to Li Jiawen: "Amitabha, little donor, I once told you that today is an opportunity, but I never told you what this opportunity is, but you can also calm down, I won't tell you, and you won't ask." ”

Li Jiawen said: "I naturally believe in the master. ”

Pukong smiled and said, "Good and good, then I will tell you about this opportunity today." ”

Pukong Zhengse said: "Actually, this opportunity is not your chance, but the opportunity of the entire Yanhuang Dynasty. To tell the truth, a thousand years ago, an Arhat in this temple had the honor to meet the descendants of Fuxi, when he asked the descendants of Fuxi, the Yanhuang Dynasty is declining, I am afraid it will be difficult to live again, can there be a way to save it? The descendants of Fuxi smiled and did not say a word, but a purple bag passed on to him and floated away. ”

"For the way of Fuxi, the Arhats of this temple have heard of it, and they know that there must be a heavenly opportunity in that bag, but if they spy on the heavenly opportunity, they will definitely die. In order to seek a way to save the Arhats, the Arhats of this temple finally did not hesitate to give up their lives to open the bag, which is written in the bag, that is, at the intersection of the two moons today, there will be a group of young people and girls in the dynasty who bear the fate of the dynasty, and gather together for the future of the dynasty. The lives of these young girls will be bound together at the moment of the confluence of the two moons, and from then on, as long as their faith is unwavering, as long as they can be united forever, then at some point in the future, the dynasty will rise again because of them. ”

Li Jiawen was stunned, he looked at Xiaoci.

Xiao Ci nodded and said, "I will leave with you tonight." ”

Pukong said: "In addition to Xiao Ci, there are a few other people, and the Kunlun faction has arrived." ”

As soon as Pukong's voice fell, a bronze mirror in the ancient temple suddenly rippled like the surface of the water, and then the ripples became stronger and stronger, slowly forming a whirlpool, and from the whirlpool, two people suddenly walked out!

One of the two people, a young man and a boy, were both dressed in cyan Taoist clothes, embroidered with Kunlun Mountain and Qiankun mirror, as soon as the two appeared, one of them said impatiently: "Pukong, you bald donkey, how many times have I told you, tell you to wipe the bronze mirror, why don't you listen, it will cause me to be stained with mud again." ”

It was not the young man who spoke, but the boy!

Pukong smiled helplessly: "Yuxu Zhenren, you don't know that I like to let it be natural, so this ancient temple has never been cleaned." ”

The boy rolled his eyes, and then waved his sleeves, and the dirty ancient temple suddenly took on a new look, and he was satisfied: "This is decent, after all, there are many guests tonight." ”

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps from outside the house, and then two people walked in, led by a red-faced old man, followed by a white-robed young man beside him, after the two walked into the ancient temple, they didn't say a word, which looked a little different.

Pukong stood up and greeted him: "The two of you are here." ”

The red-faced old man nodded, then he looked around, and suddenly looked at Li Jiawen and said, "Why is there one more person." ”

Pukong said: "This son will represent the Sanqing Palace." ”

"What? Sanqing Palace? The red-faced old man suddenly changed color and said: "Zhang Dao, that brute, he never appeared when the Sanqing Palace was destroyed, and he dared to ask for a place, where is he, I will definitely ask him if he is ashamed!" ”

Seeing that the red-faced old man was angry, Pukong hurriedly persuaded: "Don't be excited, Master Zhang Shizhu is not here, this son actually does not only represent Sanqing Palace, he actually represents Shushan, he is the new apprentice of Shushan, Li Jiawen." ”

Hearing Li Jiawen's words, the four people who had just arrived immediately shifted their eyes to Li Jiawen, and the white-robed young man asked directly: "You are Li Jiawen?" ”

Li Jiawen nodded.

Seeing this, the white-robed young man hugged his fists and said, "I am the Dragon Palace crossing the river." ”

The Kunlun Tsing Yi disciple also introduced himself at this time and said: "Two brothers, I am Kunlun Lin Qingyuan, and we will share weal and woe together in the future." ”

When the red-faced old man heard that it was Li Jiawen, he groaned slightly, and he no longer asked about Zhang Dao, but said, "You can win Nan Xuanlian, and you are indeed qualified to occupy this place." ”

Yuxu Zhenren also praised: "Shushan has no intentions, then you represent Sanqing Palace." ”

Pukong was very relieved to see that everyone recognized Li Jiawen, and then said softly: "Wudang and Xuegu are also here." ”

It was a cool autumn, but the temperature in the ancient temple suddenly plummeted, and then snowflakes fell out of thin air, and in the snowflakes, four more people came to the White Horse Temple.

The first two were both women, dressed in white mink clothes, with a cold face, the elder should be the Xue Gu, and the other was twenty-eight years old, with long hair scattered and a pair of eyes that were silver-white.

After the two of them, there was the Wudang man, carrying a wooden sword on his back, wearing a long robe embroidered with Tai Chi patterns, the older one was a Confucian scholar with a beard, and the younger one was a little shy, and when he came in, he only dared to look at everyone with his spare eyes.

Xue Gu was the first to speak: "Are you here, let's go when we are here." ”

Yuxu Zhenren: "Don't worry, He Zizi hasn't arrived yet." ”

"Shushan is the closest to your White Horse Temple, why haven't you arrived yet?" Wudang Confucian frowned: "Didn't he forget what day it was?" These two moons are about to meet, and if you miss the best time, the fate of the heavens and the earth will change. ”

"Wang Zhangjiao said very much, but there is still some time, these young people are meeting for the first time, let them get acquainted with each other first." Pukong reassured.

Li Jiawen, Xiaoci, crossing the river, Lin Qingyuan and the four of them reported their names again, and then the girl with cold silver eyes said, "Luo Feixue." ”

It's just three words.

Although the Wudang disciple was shy, but the number of etiquette should be very uniform, he first saluted, and then said: "Hello senior brothers and sisters, I am Wudang Yuliang, and I hope to take care of it in the future." ”

Pukong nodded approvingly: "Yu Liang said very much, in the future, you should be like your own brothers and sisters, support each other and urge each other, don't be self-oriented, if you have a mustard, you should also tolerate each other, you must know that you are our last hope." ”

Yuxu Zhenren suddenly lowered his face and said, "We have pinned all our hopes on you, so you all give me to cultivate desperately, don't tell me to do your best." This time it's really a back-to-back battle, so from now on give me all the spirits, if you dare to fight in the nest, then I don't care who your disciple is, even if it's my own disciple, I will personally go and kill you! ”

After hearing this, everyone looked at each other, but they didn't dare to say anything.

Later, several other elders also said a few words of encouragement or encouragement, and everyone listened to it, but their hearts were desolate, because this time they parted, they might never see each other again.

"What's going on, how can I not be at ease and unintentionally." Xue Gu said angrily.

"Wait a little longer, if He Zizi doesn't come yet, then let's go." Yuxu Zhenren is also a little impatient.

Suddenly there was a sword roar outside the ancient temple, and everyone thought that they were at ease, but when they walked into the ancient temple, everyone found that they were not at ease.

The person who came was dressed in black, looked less than thirty, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a dragon sword on his back, and when he walked into the ancient temple, he followed him into the ancient temple with an overwhelming arrogance.

"Any line? How are you? What about your brother? What about the unintentional? Wudang King Zhangjiao was surprised.

Li Jiawen was shocked, the person who came was actually a master of Shushan he had never seen before, and he could do it at will!

Arbitrarily said, "What? My brother, they haven't come yet? What a name! ”

"Amitabha." After seeing the arbitrary line, Pukong sighed with emotion: "Although the donor did not come, it was the right time for the donor to come." ”

Arbitrary Xing looked at Pukong Dao: "I've been chasing an ignorant beast these days and beating me, and I only remembered that tonight is a very important day a few days ago, and I didn't have anything to do with it, but I still came to take a look, but why do you say I came at the right time?" ”

Pukong pointed at Li Jiawen and said with a smile: "Do you know who he is?" ”

He looked at Li Jiawen and said coldly, "I don't know." ”

Everyone had strange faces.

Li Jiawen knelt down in front of any line, and his voice was clear: "Disciple Li Jiawen, I have seen the master!" ”