The source of the dispute between Xuanyuanmen and Tuwumen has been a little calculated. Due to the harsh environment and climate, there are many wild mountains in the area around the pit, and there are only three or two villages with a small population within tens of thousands of kilometers.

The Xuanyue Kingdom belongs to the Guiyue Ministry, and the Guiyue Ministry manages more than a dozen mortal countries, they provide resources and talents for the cultivation realm, and the Xiuzhen sect also has to take on the responsibility of security protection, this responsibility is limited to the cultivation realm, and the battle between mortal countries The cultivation realm has always been forbidden to participate, but the vast majority of the monks come from the mortal country, so the relationship between the cultivation realm and the mortal realm is inextricably linked, and it is chaotic. In any case, the slaughter of mortals by monks is taboo in cultivation. It just so happened that there was a taboo for monks to kill mortals in the Guiyue Division, but they were helpless, and Gui Yuancheng, the leader of Guiyue, had a headache. Since the first incident, the Guiyue Department has lost dozens of elite disciples, all of whom are the backbone of the Guiyue Division. At this time, Gui Yuancheng finally looked forward to Lin Ling's moon. Lin Ling made some arrangements in the Guiyue Department, and visited Tuwei again, the master of the Tuwu Sect, and they returned to Xuanyue Capital to wait.

Lin Ling has been empty for nearly six years, and the slaughter of mortals in the Xuanyue Kingdom has not happened again, but another incident has attracted their attention, the Xuanyue Kingdom has a dispute with the neighboring Sally Kingdom, the cause of which is that a prince of the Xuanyue Kingdom insulted the princess of the Sally Kingdom. The war did not break out in full force, but from time to time small-scale battles, there were still a lot of deaths, the key is that these small-scale battles lasted for five years and were still continuing, and the battle area was concentrated within the range of slaughtering mortal villages, thousands of miles were far away from mortals, and it was only a few breaths for the great monks, Lin Ling and his party had been to the battlefield and found that there were indeed people collecting the three souls and seven souls of the war dead. So they decided to wait and see.

The battle began again, the bowstrings buzzed, the bows and arrows fell towards the enemy camp with a sharp whistling, followed by the overwhelming dust and smoke, the sound of swords clashing, and the terrible howls echoed in the air. Deep underground, a monk whose whole body was shrouded in black robes and only showed his eyes, held a triangular soul-attracting banner in his right hand, and a golden bell in his left hand shook gently, and white mist continued to churn into the flag. In the realm of the monk's spirit infant, until there was no sound on the ground, the black-robed monk put away the magic weapon, cautiously leaned out his divine sense to check, and after confirming that he was okay, he fled into the distance.

Lin Ling and his entourage hid in Sumeru, using the shadow jade plate to reflect the whole process, and the black-robed monk was decorated from afar. The black-robed monk kept changing directions, stopping and stopping, changing his outfit in a hidden place, and galloping towards Xuanyuedu. Finally, the monk entered the imperial city and landed in a secluded palace. Give the artifact to another blue-robed Xuan Soul Realm cultivator. Lin Ling followed.

Soon, the green-robed man stood at the door of another courtyard, and bowed down: "Master, disciple Zhao Yujian asks to see." ”

"Come in. An old voice came out.

Lin Ling relied on Sumeru's miracle and followed up without hesitation. On the main seat sat a tall and mighty white-robed old man with a white beard and hair, the old man's face was ruddy, but he was shrouded in twilight.

"Master, Senior Nephew Ning sent the Dharma flag. The green-robed monk presented the Dharma flag and the golden bell with both hands.

The white-robed old man took the golden bell and felt it for a moment, and sighed gloomily: "It's not far from the number of 100,000, you tell you to go down, collect more than 10,000 and then stop!" The white-robed old man moved his soul into a bowl and handed over the banner and the golden bell to the green-robed monk again. The green-robed monk respectfully took the ritual weapon and left.

Lin Ling knew this old man, he was Zhao Yifan, the elder of Xuanyuanmen, who was the legend of Xuanyuanmen, and he was also a well-known figure in the Canghuang Sect.

After returning to the inn and discussing with Zhong Xuanyang, he decided to visit Zhao Daosheng directly tomorrow, and simply pick out the matter and see what he had to say. Of course, they also made a comprehensive analysis and deduction, even if Zhao Yifan did not hesitate to break the net, he could escape with his life.

Early the next morning, Lin Ling entered the imperial city with the sable in his arms and arrived directly at the palace of Yifan Dao Sanctuary, and his divine sense transmitted: "Junior Nancangfeng Lin Ling pays a visit to Yifan's seniors. ”

"It turned out to be Lin Yatou, come in. ”

Lin Ling did not lose his etiquette and paid a big salute.

"The girl is blessed, the little girl back then has become a saint, how is your master Yuqin recently?"

"Lao seniors are worried, the master occasionally has a sense of retreat, it is estimated that the holy can be expected, the younger generation is lucky to enter the saint, thank the seniors for praise. It's just that the younger generation is stupid, and it's just a firefly compared to Zhao's predecessors. ”

"The girl doesn't have to beat around the bush to damage the old man, the old man knows what you mean, the old man has also crisscrossed the wasteland, roaring proud of the rivers and lakes, that is, he has turned into a Tao, don't you know that the sky is irreversible, and she will not touch the taboo, and cause trouble for the secular family for no reason. There are some things that the old man has to do, for love and righteousness for the family. The girl came on the orders of the sect, the old man will not embarrass you as a junior, this matter will soon be calmed down due to the evil cultivation and the truce between the Xuanyue Kingdom and the Sally Kingdom, what does the girl think?"

"Thank you seniors for understanding, this is very good, but the younger generations are still puzzled, with the temperament of the seniors, they should not make the act of slaughtering mortal villages, please solve the doubts of the seniors. ”

"There are a lot of twists and turns here, the first four massacres were indeed done by the trapped spirits, and the old man was aware of them, and he took the spirits and took the souls he collected, but the fifth time was a monk of the Guiyue Department who tried to fish in troubled waters, killed a lot of fellow disciples, slaughtered the village, and tried to confuse the public. The monk and his family are gone. The monks who died in the Sudden Gate were done by the Xuanyuan Gate to distract the attention of the world, but they were all extremely measured. ”

"The seniors are frank, and Lin Ling is grateful. ”

"It's just a dying person, alas!" Zhao Yifan sighed, and then said: "Girl, this matter is over, there are some things that you can not mix now." When the time comes, you'll know some of the secrets. ”

"The teachings of the seniors are remembered by the younger generations. ”

Lin Ling said goodbye to Zhao Yifan, returned to the inn, and successfully completed the two tasks, and then planned the future itinerary. Zhong Xuanyang was a little inexplicably confused and lost, the lives of countless mortals and monks disappeared in the simple conversation between the two, and the families and relatives associated with them had their own sorrows, sorrows, separations, and reunions, and he saw for the first time the helplessness, fragility, and lowness of life under the power of power and disdain, like ants. When those warriors who are still fighting for the dignity of the princess and the dignity of the country have broken limbs and shed blood and roared, they have long been victims of power and power. What is the meaning of their lives? What are they playing with their lives? What are they playing with power and power? For the first time, he gave birth to a shred of willingness to become stronger for himself, otherwise he could only be humble and lowly.

Zhong Xuanyang is depressed, his soul has reached the most holy, he has not relaxed, as soon as he has time, he will cultivate the Desolation Soul Condensation Technique, these do not make him feel depressed, he feels confused, confused about life, confused about the future, mortals in the mortal world are working hard, for the ideal, for the family, for the lover, for themselves, for the country, the monks of the cultivation realm are working hard, for the ideal, for the immortality, for the sect, for the family for love, Zhao Yifan, who was once high-spirited and arrogant, was powerless and helpless to pretend to be free, but it was ...... But but but...... The more he thought about it, the more confused he became, like a worm about to drown in the sea.

"The life of the nerves, the nerves of life!" Zhong Xuanyang finally sighed.

Zhong Xuanyang did not hide, he suddenly did not want to hide, suddenly missed the sun, missed the sun, missed the moon, missed the night, missed everything. He sat on Lin Ling's shoulder like this, looking at the slender body with wings with smooth lines of sable in confusion, the flow of people in a hurry, the hair of Lin Ling like a waterfall in confusion, and the mountains and the sky and the earth in confusion, and the Tao and fate. Passers-by were all amazed, this monkey trickster was too amazing. It is indeed glamorous, with a strange sable sable squatting on the right shoulder, a pair of eyes darker than carbon slag, and a five-inch faceless ghostly villain sitting on the left shoulder, Lin Ling, who is dressed in white and has beautiful hair like clouds, is more elegant like a fairy, smart like wind and electricity, the masked silk scarf has the fluctuation of rhyme, and the looming jade face is full of spirit, which directly hooks people and trembles. did not deliberately speed up and slow down, two people and one beast shuttled through the streets and alleys, like a mysterious road, which was very natural. While all the disciples were immersed in sexual immorality and could not extricate themselves, this strange combination was gone, and it was nowhere to be found. This matter was still widely praised until 10,000 years later, and Xuanyue Immortals came to Xuanyue, bringing dragon mink ghosts to Xuanyue. Xuanyue is famous for this, and tourists are flocking.

Zhong Xuanyang shared his divine consciousness with Lin Ling, Lin Ling knew that Da Xuan was enlightened, and if he was enlightened, he was enlightened, there was no mystery and no way, Lin Ling let go of his divine soul and divine consciousness and merged with Da Xuan, naked without shelter and without distractions. They see the reckless flesh and blood flying, life descending and then perishing, they see the yellow sand is long, they see the windless sea calm and agitated, and they see the windy sea rolling wildly...... Lin Ling's footwork is stable, the mysterious rhyme flows, there is no trace, aimless, with the wind and dust, they arrived at the river, Lin Ling sat cross-legged, let the river splash, a year later, they went to the creek, see the murmuring stream tactfully, another year later, Lin Ling's footwork is invisible and traceless, they arrived at the top of the mountain, listen to the wind whispering, listen to the rain and complain, three years later, Lin Ling got up, footwork is ethereal, with the Xuan Tao, everywhere, everywhere, they go to the village, watch the mortal sunrise and rest, sunset and rest, listen to their rough laughter, cheerful laughter, sad crying, sorrowful sorrow for rice, frown for salt, the joy of new life, the helplessness of life passing, Lin Ling is like light smoke like mist, like the morning light, like an oblique light, another ten years, they realized a full fifteen years, there was no sign of waking up, Lin Ling drifted away, including the addicted sable. I have to sigh at the magic of the encounter, without Zhongxuanyang and Lin Ling, it is only a hundred years of self-defeating little beasts. Lin Ling drifted with the subconscious, to a deserted waterfall to sit by, here the aura is pervasive, another fifteen years, Lin Ling woke up, the big Xuan on her shoulder is gone, the sable is gone, she got up and walked casually, strolling, pacing. The figures in the sky are constantly disappearing, flying, and dissipating.

"Let's call you Xuanling Illusory Void Step!" Lin Ling lowered his head and whistled softly, the sound was like a way, piercing the clouds and breaking through the sky, the afterglow of the whistling sound did not stop, and a black shadow fell on Lin Ling's right shoulder like disillusionment. Lin Ling stroked the sable like satin, black hair, and black feathers, "You have gained great benefits." The sable stared at Lin Ling humanely, arched his two sharp little paws, and bowed three times. "You don't have to be like this, this is your fate, you have to thank Daxuan. "The sable blackened the mink face and looked around. "He's gone, I wonder what it will be like to reappear?" Lin Ling stroked the mink's little head and sighed, she was a little lost and sad in a trance, and she was a little looking forward to it in a trance.

Zhong Xuanyang is gone, according to his definition of life in this world, he is really gone, because he has no consciousness. There is a hazy fog in particle space, sinking and floating.

Lin Ling left with the little sable, she had to go, she couldn't feel the slightest breath of Da Xuan, she waited in this place for five years. She plans to complete all the tasks and come back to find it.