There are many small animals frolicking in the green bamboo forest, and there are long songs of apes and hundreds of birds in the trees and jungles that cover the sky and the sun.

The square disciple dwelling appeared in front of the four of them, and grandeur and enormity became the only words that came to their minds.

Compared to a living room, the disciple's residence at the former site of the Xiaoyao Sect is even better than that of the town!

From all these aspects, it is really not difficult to imagine how brilliant and magnificent the Xiaoyao Sect was in its heyday.

As the first sect to be established in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, their Xiaoyao Sect used to be an existence that surpassed the top of the Immortal Cultivation Realm!

For a while, Mu Yanran, Poria Cocos, and Yueyi's hearts were full of pride.

"Ancestor Yun Moling should be a strange woman, otherwise, how could Mo Xianglian be so magical and beautiful." Standing in place and muttering to herself, Poria's expression suddenly had a hint of yearning.

At this moment, several people were looking down from the high ground.

This winding path gradually walked towards a higher place, and now at the end of the road, they were standing on the cliff, and when they looked from the cliff, they could just see the whole disciple's residence!

The maple trees rise to the sky, and the red maple leaves are as hot as a fire in the sunlight.

The sparkling surface of the lake is startling, and the occasional white bird that flies in for food can peck at a large fat fish with a peck.

"The era in which Yun Moling's predecessors lived was really yearning." After being silent for a long time, Mo Kongjing suddenly spoke.

From the history of the valve, left traces. They could really feel what kind of existence Mo Xianglian at that time and Xiaoyao Sect was at that time.

And through Mo Xianglian. Through the microcosm of the old site of the Xiaoyao Sect, she could also see how huge the scale of the immortal cultivation world was at that time, how desirable it was to get along with each other, and how the law had not yet been formed in a free world.

"Well, let's not just look at it here. Let's talk about it. Nodding approvingly at her words, Tsukichi proposed.

Yue Yi's proposal was quickly recognized by everyone, and Mu Yanran was even more silent to show it with practical actions.

This time she didn't say much. Instead, he jumped off the cliff without saying a word, and his light and colorful body swam freely like a bird frolicking in the clouds.

The void step in the Dan stage was enviable, but Mo Kongjing, who felt that something was wrong, did not have the heart to envy at this time.

Logically speaking. It is impossible for Yanran to have such a serious expression.

Or rather. What did her senses and eyes find out of the ordinary?

As soon as this thought came to me, I couldn't stop it.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that it should be like this Mo Kongjing pulled out the Water Moon Sword without saying a word, and after pinching the magic trick, in front of Yueyi and Poria Cocos, under the envious gaze of the other two, he quickly stepped on the flying sword and followed Mu Yan.

"Edgeworth, Edgeworth!" Excitedly pulling Yue Yi's sleeve, the envious Poria happily pointed to the cold figure in the clouds and mist who was driving the flying sword.

"Although sword cultivation is hard, it is really majestic after the cultivation is formed. Edgeworth rode the wind and roamed the world. Staring at the figure in mid-air. Yueyi's face became very gentle and supple.

She is heroic, and she is cold. She is tough and unquestionable.

It seems that some, dazzling too much.

Suddenly a little worried, can such a self still follow in her footsteps?

There are envy and yearning, but the reality is often cruel.

After staring at each other for a long time, Yueyi and Poria could only honestly climb the stone wall step by step.

Come on, who called them not sword cultivators or monks of the Yudan period?

Climb and climb

Because of the protection of the enchantment, even after so many years, the quiet and peaceful disciple's residence has not been stained with a trace of dust.

It's just that the flowers and trees in this place are surprisingly big compared to other places, and the weeds have hindered their steps, and even the dirt path between the flowers and plants is hidden in it.

In the 102nd year of the immortal calendar, Yun Moling created the first sect in the immortal cultivation world since the beginning of Moxianglian, Xiaoyao Sect.

More than 5,000 years have passed, and this sleeping land has not yet awakened.

With such a spectacular scene, a magnificent scale, and exquisite architecture, it is really not difficult to imagine what kind of existence Yun Moling was in the entire immortal cultivation world at that time.

Turning the clouds and rain, holding the world.

Only deep love can arrange every flower, tree, grass and thing here so elegantly and warmly.

Every place has put in hard work, so when you decide to give up, will your heart hurt?

Mo Kongjing didn't know, and Mu Yanran didn't know either.

It's just that the remnants of the pattern here, the path covered with weeds, and the whole dignified and dignified disciple residence give them very complicated feelings.

Time has left a faint but indelible mark here, but the glorious history will not disappear with the passage of time.

Everything here still reveals the breath of the year, and every flower and plant still has the morning dew of the year.

Time may be moving, but history is here to stay.

For example, this is the disciple's residence that is no longer inhabited, such as this palace that is no longer guarded, such as the stone statue of the ancestor in front of him who caresses the huge head of the devouring spirit with one hand, holds the whirlwind in his hand, wears a veil on his face, and steps on the guardian beast Gong.

"Ah Jing, Yun Mo Ling Patriarch, must be a different woman."

In the center of the disciple's residence is a huge square, and the whole pattern of the disciple's residence is square.

There are gazebos, accords, streams, and flowers.

In addition to the flow of the water column in the central square, a stone statue is placed in the most conspicuous place.

Although they haven't really seen it, they both have a realization in their hearts at this moment.

This woman is the ancestor of the Xiaoyao Sect who dominated the entire immortal cultivation world back then-Yun Moling!

Mighty as a god of war, as beautiful as a fairy, and as good as Bodhi.

This is a woman who is mighty, beautiful, and kind.

Her eyes are clear and bright, her mighty and unquestionable authority, her dignified and Qinghua's fairy demeanor, and her compassionate and compassionate healer's temperament.

"Of course, Yun Moling's predecessor is a legendary brave, but also a kind-hearted healer, at least among the people I know, there is no one who can reach her level. How many years of severe cold and heat, how many bitter treks and dangers, can save the people in the immortal cultivation world, of course, she is a legendary woman. Nodding undoubtedly, Mo Kongjing's firm tone hit Mu Yanran's heart.

Until this moment, Mu Yanran, who had always had a serious face, finally smiled.

The tall and simple stone statue in front of them was not embellished with other ornaments, but at this moment in their hearts, there was nothing comparable to her.

This is a realm, a selfless realm that is exactly the same as that of the goddess of the bright moon.

She deserves the recognition and respect of everyone in the immortal cultivation world.

(To be continued.) )