Suddenly stepped into the secret room on the second floor where Xiaoyaozi was, Xiaoyaozi saw Suddenly, his face was extremely soft, and he gently beckoned to sit on his side. "Father-in-law, your complexion is getting better and better." Suddenly smiled and said, but there was a pain in his heart, Xiaoyaozi since he was seriously injured by Xi'er, his youth no longer exists, and over the years, despite repeated luck to recover from his injuries, his appearance is still in the old age, and there is no change.

Xiaoyaozi has been conceited all his life, and the Northern Shengong he created has cultivated to the nine-layer realm, and he has long been looking eternal, and now he has been hit hard by this, how can he accept it? "Hehe, she defeated me in the end, her Eight Desolations [***] Divine Skill, although she failed to surpass the Northern Spiritual Skill, but she taught such a person."

On one side, I suddenly felt guilty in my heart, my father-in-law taught me so carefully, but I only achieved that. Xiaoyaozi chuckled and comforted, "You don't have to care, even if you are a father, your life's cultivation will be defeated by her, not to mention that you are so young?" Suddenly gathered up his emotions and said in a resolute tone, "Father-in-law, don't worry, I will cultivate diligently, and he will avenge you with his own hands!" ”

Xiaoyaozi showed a look of relief, his eyes shimmering, as if he was reminiscing about the past. Suddenly, I felt strange, and my father-in-law was definitely not a person who was obsessed with the past and couldn't let go of it, and now he said that his words and deeds were full of unusual flavor. Xiaoyaozi asked with a soft expression, "How much has the law of nature been cultivated?" Suddenly, he hurriedly replied, "Thirty million." Xiaoyaozi nodded lightly in satisfaction.

"There's one thing I haven't told you, but your senior brother knows. Before him, I had a descendant, and it had been nearly a hundred and fifty years. It's a pity that after that trip, he never came back. Xiaoyaozi paused, as if sorting out his thoughts, and suddenly resisted his curiosity without interfering. Xiaoyaozi sighed and said, "That's it, don't mention this." The brocade box on the stage, the things explained have been explained, and you will take it with you when you leave. Collect your emotions, and all the skills of my life will be taught to you. ”

Suddenly, his face changed greatly, and he said urgently, "Father-in-law!" Why are you doing that? Xiaoyaozi said as if comforting, "My life is short, this is the last thing I can leave for you." After that, I can't take care of you anymore. Suddenly, his face changed drastically, his emotions fluctuated rapidly, and he flatly refused, "No, father-in-law, as long as you say it for a while, your injuries will definitely be completely recovered!" "For decades, I have been carefully taught and taken care of by Xiaoyaozi, and now in the face of such a time, how can I be indifferent?

Xiaoyaozi has never recommended that he suddenly cultivate the Northern Spiritual Skill, and the general Dao suddenly lacks a little qualification, and if he forcibly cultivates, his future achievements will be limited after all. For this kind of thing, it is suddenly clearer that Xiaoyaozi has always told not to think about it, if the internal strength of others is forcibly transferred in large quantities without the high-level Northern Shengong, the internal qi will never be purified.

This kind of internal strength, no matter how deep it is, can only deal with some non-mainstream masters. In the face of a true master who pursues the ultimate in martial arts, there are really a hundred flaws. Moreover, when it is truly transformed into one's own use, the loss and tear of the internal force is extremely variable between the transmission of power, and it is not uncommon to even leave only one successful force for real use in the end. Xiaoyaozi seemed to see the sudden thoughts, and said with a gentle expression: "As a father, this is the only way." Rather than being reduced to dust with a whole body of cultivation like this, it is better to leave it to you. Over the years, the strange practice method arranged for you by your father is for today. ”

Suddenly crying out of sorrow, shaking his head desperately and resolutely refusing, Xiaoyaozi's face sank, "Do you want to go away for your father?" Thinking that my Xiaoyaozi's cultivation that he had practiced all his life had only turned into dust with me, how could I be reconciled...... How can you bear it! Suddenly, his heart ached, and before he could open his mouth to struggle, Xiaoyaozi continued, "Don't ask too much, it's useless to ask." Take it or not, you can decide for yourself......" Xiaoyaozi's tone was full of desolation.

Zi Shirt took Xiao Lin's hand and happily led the way to the top of Zixiao Cliff, and the surrounding non-NPC sect disciples all dispersed under Zi Shan's orders and went to practice elsewhere. Lan took off the hat on his head, if Lan's identity was recognized, and it was spread in the rivers and lakes, it would be a big trouble for Lan. Xiao Lin has always wanted to take a look at Zixiao Mountain, where Yi Yun is, but she has never mentioned it, Xiao Lin understands Lan's difficulties in her heart, and now she finally has some time to take a break, Lan is determined to fulfill Xiao Lin's wish no matter what.

Purple Night Mountain is close to the edge of the cliff, and a pavilion has been built in the most beautiful position. After Yi Yun received Xiao Lin's information, she specially asked someone to rush to build it. "Xiao Lin, I remember you said in the past that the most comfortable thing is to be in the quiet mountains and forests, smelling the birds, bathing in the breeze, and holding embroidery needles." The four of them stepped into the pavilion, and pointed to the scenery outside the cliff with a smile on their faces.

There were only four people on the edge of the cliff at this time, and the four of them listened with bated breath, and bursts of pleasant birdsong came from the surrounding mountains and forests. Xiao Lin was overjoyed, "Yiyun, I like it so much!" Lan Xin sighed, the frequency of birdsong is so abnormal, it is obvious that Yiyun specially spent money to buy all kinds of birds and birds, and transported them back to Zixiao Mountain to release them in the mountains and forests, spending such effort, just for Xiao Lin to hear her favorite sound more clearly.

Xiao Lin took out the beautiful clothes specially made for the purple shirt, and pulled the purple shirt into the inner hall to try it on. Lan tasted the extraordinary cooking skills of the purple shirt while drinking, and Yi Yun set up a grill on the side, carefully roasting Xiao Lin's favorite game. Since Xiao Lin tasted Yiyun's barbecue skills, every time Yiyun went to see the two of them, she always had to rely on asking Yiyun to cook by herself. Lan quipped, "It's a pity that you don't have special barbecue skills, otherwise with your level, the level should not be low." Yi Yun smiled.

Wearing a purple shirt in new clothes, he happily led Xiao Lin out of the palace gate, and shouted from a distance, "Is it good-looking?" Lan exclaimed in admiration, and nodded in affirmation with a smile. There is a woman who claims to be non-existent at the foot of the mountain and asks to see her! A disciple of the Purple Night Sect at the stairs of His Highness announced loudly, Xiao Lin's face changed greatly, and she looked at Lan in some panic, and Yi Yun comforted, "I'll go down and take a look, it's just a coincidence." Then he strode away. Lan Rousheng comforted Xiao Lin for a while, with a thoughtful expression, no existence, she was about to get married......

Some people clearly have no abnormality in Yi Yun's eyes, while others are still covered with a layer of light red. Yi Yun is fortunate that at least the people around her who have crossed paths in the past are clear in her own eyes. Yi Yun was very surprised, she didn't expect that the non-existence in her eyes would be so clear.

looked at Yi Yun with a calm expression, and only said after a while, "I'm about to get married." Yi Yun showed a puzzled look, and chuckled out without seeing this, "Marrying Xiaojian, I personally begged Senior Sister Xi'er." Later, Senior Sister Xi'er personally went to Huashan for this reason, and they fought against each other at the back cliff of Huashan. Xiaojian was defeated by Senior Sister Xi'er. ”

Yi Yun was still silent with a puzzled face, "But the defeat of the little sword is inevitable, although the internal strength has long been restored after rebirth, but the martial arts, body methods, and newly learned internal skills have not been truly integrated for their own use." Without paying attention to Yi Yun's doubts, he took two steps forward and walked in front of Yi Yun, chuckling and said, "Yes, you know, in fact, in the eyes of the disciples of the Vulture Palace, Senior Sister Xi'er is the undefeated myth." But I've always admired the little sword. ”

Yi Yun felt very inexplicable, it was inexplicable enough not to run to find herself, and what she said to herself was even more inexplicable, but the most inexplicable thing was that she was listening to her surname. Bucun chuckled and said, "Yiyun, do you think it's strange?" Can you hold me and jump off the cliff again? I know that won't affect your self-cultivation. May I? Yi Yun pulled it over, and the two figures disappeared in a flash......

On the edge of the Tibetan Sword Cliff, he didn't hold Yiyun, his eyes were confused, and he muttered, "I haven't been here for many years." Yi Yun didn't say a word, pulled Bucun closer to him with his hand, and jumped out of the cliff with one hand holding Bucun's flying body, his eyes were blurred, and he stared at Yi Yun sideways, and the clothes and hair of the two were fluttering messily by the air current.

Yi Yun drew his sword in his hand, and gently touched the ground a little before landing, and the two people who fell sharply suddenly changed direction and spun and threw them to the side, and after a while, they landed on all fours steadily. In fact, Yiyun doesn't need to be like this for a long time, it's just that in order to satisfy no inexplicable wishes. Bucun tidied up the long hair that was messed up slightly, pulled Yiyun and walked slowly towards the bottom of the cliff, and lightly pointed to the cliffs on both sides and said lightly, "The traces are still there." At that time, when I first stepped into the artistic conception of selflessness, I subconsciously left it. ”

The two stood silently at the bottom of the cliff for a while, and said in a soft tone, "Yiyun, thank you." You've changed, and if it had been before, I'm afraid you wouldn't have ignored my inexplicable request. Yi Yun said lightly, "In fact, I don't know why I am willing to listen to you say so many inexplicable words, and even agree to your very boring request." ”

Bucun let go of the hand holding Yiyun and stepped back lightly, "Actually, I have to tell you." Xiaojian already sees you as an enemy, because of Senior Sister Xi'er's words. Yi Yun stared at Wu with an expressionless face, silent. Yiyun, the secret of selflessness, you don't know everything. I admire the little sword, I can say that I have some admiration, and it has always been. But it has nothing to do with the relationship between men and women, you brought me into self-forgetfulness, I really appreciate you, but I hate you even more......"

"The little sword really exists only for martial arts, and you are forcing yourself to persist on this path. Compared to him, you seem to have a surname. The artistic conception of selflessness, the existence of self-forgetfulness, is entrusted to the consciousness to dominate everything, and there is no emotion that affects judgment mixed in. According to the rhyme, in those times when Cuihu was cold, I understood the terrible flaws in the artistic conception of selflessness that increased with time. ”

"The artistic conception of selflessness only exists in the surname of reason, the feeling surname of the cultivator, and it is suppressed. As a result, our emotional feelings are more subtle than those of others. However, people's hearts are hot, so how can feelings and surnames never exist? We are not Xiaojian, in fact, Xiaojian's sense of surname is zero. Therefore, his artistic conception is impossible to have flaws. ”

"I hate you...... In the past, the scene on the edge of the cliff, after I entered the artistic conception of selflessness, became an indelible existence hidden in my feelings. If I don't know, it's okay, but in the cold of Cuihu, I stayed by your side for those times, so that I clearly understood. All kinds of hidden feelings have become the benchmark for conscious judgment, you have created my artistic conception, and also left an almost irreparable flaw in my artistic conception. I'm really unwilling, I have pursued martial arts for so many years, and in the end, this is the result. ”

The figure that does not exist disappears from Yiyun's sight, and the last words that do not exist are still echoing in Yiyun's mind......

"But I will never give in, I choose to marry Xiaojian. I'll make up for this one day! It's just Yiyun, why have you never noticed this flaw? This shouldn't be, I hate you, but I can't blame you, because at that time, you really didn't know the root of this flaw, you didn't mean it. But...... At that time, how could you, who had already matured your selfless artistic conception...... I do not know? But you really don't know ......" Yiyun felt the hatred in the words, and a faint helplessness.

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