Mingxin didn't stay long, and before an hour had arrived, she left.

After she left, Ziying sat alone in the small pavilion and was silent for a long time.

He reached into his sleeve and slowly pulled out a bamboo flute.

This flute is not the original one, but was resharpened later. The material is better than the original, and the craftsmanship is finer than the original, but the appearance is the same, almost identical.

Ziying watched silently for a long time, and with a light sigh, he still put the bamboo flute back.

"Master." A figure appeared in the pavilion.

The thin body like a teenager, with a baby face, is the true monarch of Leng Shan.

"Why are you here?" Zi Ying asked lightly, her voice not containing a trace of affection.

Leng Shan Zhenjun's expression was complicated.

"Your problem, hasn't it been solved yet?"

Ziying was silent.

The others, including Xiao Yu, who had been by Ziying's side, didn't know that Ziying had once gone mad.

It was shortly after his return, and in order to fully integrate his reincarnated body into himself, Zi Ying went on a retreat.

The master finally returned, and Lengshan Zhenjun and Xuanwu Zhenjun discussed, and the two took turns to protect the Dharma so as not to have a business trip.

Just when Lengshan Zhenjun was on duty to protect the Dharma, Ziying went mad and almost fell short. Fortunately, he reacted in time and ordered Ziying to forcibly stop so that he didn't cause trouble.

But the remaining bit of self can't be integrated into it.

For two thousand years, Ziying's cultivation has returned to Mahayana, but it has never reached its peak.

Zi Ying didn't want people to know about this matter. Even Xuanwu Zhenjun didn't sue sù.

A reincarnation who only has a refining void period actually has such a strong belief, Leng Shan Zhenjun really can't figure it out.

It's been 2,000 years, and the master hasn't been able to merge them. Is that life worthy of his nostalgia like that?

Thinking of this question, Leng Shan Zhenjun's expression was a little strange.

Others don't know, but he knows everything about Shizun's life. Let's just say that in the Cangming world, there are still legends of them today.

Leng Shan Zhenjun feels incredible when he thinks about it. How is that possible? How could those things happen to the Master? He thought about it and thought that the problem should be with that secret technique.

It must have been the man who plotted against the master back then, so that he was in his mother's womb. and exchanged the essence and blood with others. was infected with seven feelings, so there was a later disaster.

Unfortunately, they found out too late.

It's easy to dye the seven feelings, but it's hard to cut off the seven feelings.

This is especially true of the Master. Strictly speaking. This body is rebellious. He is the original owner.

"Master, if not, how about you reincarnate?" Lengshan Zhenjun proposed to build yì.

He has already been refined. It's not easy to cut off the seven emotions again, not to mention that he is not willing to cut off the seven feelings. If you are reborn and cut off at the beginning, it should be much easier.

Shangzhen Palace is different from Danxiao Temple, even if Ziying is reincarnated, with him and Xuanwu Zhenjun, the two Mahayana, no one dares to bully them.

"No need." Ziying's faint voice came, "I have calculated it for the teacher, the misfortune and fortune are relied on, and the blessing and misfortune are lurking." This is a fateful catastrophe for the teacher, if you escape, there is no hope of ascending. ”

"Master!" Leng Shan Zhenjun's face was surprised.

Shockingly, it turned out that this matter was a fateful catastrophe, and the happy thing is that when the fateful catastrophe came, could it be that the opportunity to ascend also came? The catastrophe can be found, doesn't it mean that there is hope for ascension?

"Mingxin, you keep an eye on it." Ziying said, "Her situation is a little wrong. ”

The topic was suddenly shifted by him, and Leng Shan Zhenjun was stunned: "Master, who is Mingxin Tianjun ......?"

Ziying's face floated faintly, with a slightly sarcastic smile: "She saw my problem, can't I see her problem?" Her problem is no less than that of a teacher. ”

"You mean ......"

Zi Ying said word by word: "Jian Bufan, hum!" What a scourge! ”

Leng Shan Zhenjun looked at his face, and said in his heart, it should be said that the word love is a scourge, right? The problem of the Bright Heart Heavenly Monarch is related to this, and the problem of the Sword Venerable seems to be related to this......

Alas, reincarnation is a big trouble, I really can't figure it out, how can two people who are obviously enemies be reincarnated and become sticky? He still remembers the situation when his master fought with that person, could it be said that this is called a bad fate?

Sending Fan Xianshu away, Lingyu dug out the treasured wine from under the flower tree and drank it leisurely alone.

"Master, what are you doing?" It doesn't come out of nowhere.

"This leisurely day will not be in the near future." Lingyu shook the wine glass in her hand and said with a sigh.

Bu Yan was confused: "What do you mean?" ”

Lingyu nodded his head: "Meaning, I'm going out." ”

"Out of the house? Where to? "Needless to say, the interest is high.

In the past two thousand years, they have hardly been out of the house, and they have been bored for a long time.

Lingyu pinched his fingers and calculated: "Where did you come from, where are you going, let's go back to Nantian first." ”

It's time to pay off the debts and settle them cleanly, so that you can do big things without worry.

……

Nantian, the realm of Cangming.

The monk guarding the entrance to the barrier yawned lazily: "Alas, it's really boring! ”

The monk who guarded the enchantment with him smiled: "It's good to be bored, it means that it's too peaceful, if we have a chat, we will be unlucky!" ”

The man thought for a moment, "That's just as well. ”

Speaking of which, the Cangming Realm is also a legend in today's Nantian.

More than 10,000 years ago, there was a great war near the Cangming Realm, which isolated the Cangming Realm from the world. Later, the people of destiny came out of the Cangming Realm, and the path was finally opened.

Originally, not many people cared about this matter. The Cangming Realm is just a small realm, and the cultivation is the highest stage of talent and transformation, how can it be worth paying attention to?

But in the past thousand years, the Cangming Realm has greatly increased in the Southern Heavens, and the news about the Cangming Realm has been circulating in many great realms.

For example, it turned out that after the Great War, there were many Mahayana reincarnations directly in the Cangming realm, and their so-called people of destiny were actually Mahayana reincarnations.

For another example, because many Mahayana people are here, the luck of the Cangming realm gathers.

Another example. After several Mahayana returned to the throne, they left a lineage in the Cangming world.

Because of this incident, there have been many people in the Cangming world in recent years. In fact, Cangming's cultivation is now the highest, and it is only in the refining period, and in the middle world, it is not ranked high.

Legends are always just legends, and after the hottest stage, there are not many people who come to visit the Cangming Realm. However, there are always bored people who come to visit the Cangming world. By the way.

The figure at the entrance to the barrier flickered. A whitefriar fell.

The two Yuanying monks guarding the enchantment looked at it and hesitated.

The two of them had been guarding the barrier for a long time, and they had seen a lot of monks coming and going, and most of them could recognize the cultivation at a glance. Can this one ...... The above is for sure. Say refining the void. The breath on the body is condensed. Speaking of integration, the coercion is not so heavy, what kind of cultivation is it?

No matter what the cultivation is. It's right to call the seniors.

"This senior, welcome to the Cangming Realm." The two stepped forward.

This white-clothed monk is Lingyu. She hooked her fingers at the two men.

Both of them were stunned: "Seniors ......"

"Isn't it necessary to register? Bring it! Lingyu didn't want to speak, but when she saw them like this, she muttered in her heart, two stupid boys.

The two of them woke up from a dream and hurriedly handed over the registration list.

Lingyu waved her hand casually, left her name on it, and walked away, not giving them a chance to speak again.

The two Yuan Ying looked at each other, and when she walked away, one of them touched his head: "This senior is so chic......" I originally wanted to introduce it, but I didn't have a chance to get some rewards.

Another person flipped through the roster: "Hmm, this senior's name is Cheng Lingyu?" It's normal to have a common name...... Wait a minute! ”

The two looked at each other and bowed their heads together.

"Cheng Lingyu?"

"Is that Cheng Lingyu?"

The two spoke in unison.

"Lady in White!"

"As handsome as a teenager!"

"It seems to be true!" The two said in unison again.

"Hurry up, get the news!"

There are some things that people in the outside world don't know, but the monks in their own realm are like thunder.

Cheng Lingyu is one of the legendary eight mandates of heaven! If the rumors are correct, this is Mahayana!

Mahayana, in their lifetime, they actually saw Mahayana? No, you must write it down so that future generations will remember it!

On the other side, the spirit jade flashed and had already appeared in the sky above the Xingluo Sea.

Two thousand years, whether it is long or short, has changed dramatically, and all forces have risen and fallen.

Fan Xianshu's group of heroes back then has declined. Wushuang City is still a big business alliance, but its status is not as good as before. Xuanyuanguan once rose, and when it was at its most powerful, it could be compared with the Heroes Society, but with the master's sitting, it is now gone. If it weren't for her name, it is estimated that she would not even be able to leave a name.

The current Xingluohai, the most powerful forces, Lingyu has never even heard of it.

Lingyu came to Xingluohai, of course, not to support forces. In the Xuanyuan Temple, her acquaintances have all sat down, and even her junior Cheng Fang has been dead for many years. The current Xuanyuan Concept, for her, except for the familiar name, there is no difference between other unfamiliar forces.

She stood in mid-air, pinched her fingers and calculated, and said to herself, "It's just right." ”

On Hong Long Island, a young girl stands on the side of the street, at a loss.

She wasn't very old, probably seventeen or eighteen years old. The pale face and emaciated figure indicate that her health is not good. The facial features are a little clear, and the eyes are black and white.

At this moment, she was standing on the side of the street with a sword in her hand, not knowing where to go.

Lingyu stopped not far away, clasped her hands on her chest, and looked at her with interest.

The crowd of people who came and went walked past her, and no one looked at her more, as if there was no such person at all.

"Xie Yujun, what are you doing?" A voice sounded not far away, and another girl walked towards this side menacingly.

When the pale girl saw her, she unconsciously shrank back: "Senior Sister He......"

That Senior Sister He walked up to her, crossed her waist with one hand, raised her willow eyebrows, and shouted, "Didn't you go and grab the medicine?" What's the fuss here? If the elder brother is a good guy, can you be responsible? ”

Xie Yujun lowered his head and whispered, "Senior sister, but I don't have any money......"

"You have no money to figure it out! If you can't even do this little thing, what else can you do? Senior Sister He scolded, saw the sword in her hand, and said, "Isn't your sword still there?" Go for it! ”

Xie Yujun shrank his hand back: "Senior sister, this sword is the ...... left by my mother."

"Is it the thing that matters, or the fate that matters? Now that the life of the senior brother is on the verge of death, do you still care about these foreign objects? Senior Sister He reprimanded very imposingly.

Lingyu narrowed her eyes, and her gaze swept over Senior Sister He's body. This Senior Sister He, wearing a spirit bead hairpin on her head and a gold ribbon around her waist, although it is not a valuable commodity, it seems that she can sell it for a few dollars, right?

Xie Yujun obviously thought the same way, although he didn't refute, he didn't mean to take out the sword, and glanced at his senior sister's hairpin.

Senior Sister He found her gaze, her face was displeased, and she shouted loudly: "What, Master just died, you are disobedient?" You must know that Master is so kind to you, if it weren't for Master, you would have died a long time ago! Now that Master's bones are not cold, do you want to abandon the sect? Are you worthy of Master? ”

"I didn't abandon the sect and ignore ......it," Xie Yujun defended in a low voice.

"Then why are you spitting and spitting? Go grab the medicine! Big brother waiting for help! ”

Xie Yujun was reprimanded helplessly, so he could only turn around and enter the pawnshop.

Lingyu appears inside the pawnshop.

Xie Yujun wandered for a while, plucked up the courage to ask Chaofeng: "That, can you live it?" ”

Chao Feng glanced at her, and ignored her: "Of course you can, bring the things." ”

Xie Yujun gritted his teeth and put the sword in his hand.

Chao Feng pulled out his sword and looked at it, and dragged out his voice: "Break the sword, live as two spirit stones, and die as five spirit stones." ”

Xie Yujun hurriedly said: "How can it be a broken sword?" Although my sword is only a low-grade spiritual weapon, the material is very good! ”

When the master was there, he said that the material of this sword could have been refined into a medium-grade spiritual weapon, but it failed to be refined and became a low-grade spiritual weapon. Even so, it is not a problem to sell twenty or thirty spirit stones, and if you meet someone who knows the goods, you may be able to sell fifty spirit stones!

Now this court has a mouth, and it has become a broken sword, and only two spirit stones are given, which is also too bad! You know, the interest rate of the job is very high, and when you only give two spirit stones, don't want to redeem it without ten spirit stones.

"Then you should not be?" Who knows, Chao Feng didn't bargain with her at all, pushed the sword in, and threw it back to her, "If it's not right, leave!" ”

Xie Yujun was entangled for a while, helpless, and still put the sword back: "Live as a ......"

Chao Feng opened the pawn ticket, Xie Yujun carefully stored the pawn ticket, took two spirit stones, and turned to the pharmacy next door.

After grabbing the medicine according to the prescription, a spirit stone went, and she took the medicine and walked back dejectedly.

I entered the alley, walked around for a while, and knocked on a dilapidated door.

The door opened, and a girl who was even younger than her called out in surprise: "Senior Sister Xie! ”

"Hmm, I've bought the medicine back, let's fry it for my senior brother to drink." Xie Yujun entered the courtyard and handed over the medicine bag.

"Great! Big brother is saved! The little girl carried the medicine bag and ran into the kitchen.

Xie Yujun wandered in the courtyard for a while and knocked on the door of one of the rooms.

In this room, there is a sick number lying on the bed, and there are two people guarding next to it. The patient number is a young man, and the two people are a man and a woman.

"Senior brother, senior sister, the medicine has been bought......

The man ignored her, and the woman said, "Then why don't you go and decoct the medicine?" What if Magnolia is fried? (To be continued......)