Ling Yue was stunned, she knew that her son-in-law was not ordinary, where did she think that it would be so unusual.

She was completely ignorant of the true law grade of the Ethereal Heavenly Dao.

I don't know if it was because she was too shocked, or what, Ling Yue's expression turned out to be a little wooden, and she asked stupidly, "What grade is it?" ”

The lame sword-swallowing man stroked his beard and said with emotion: "The old man used to travel all over the world when he was young, and he also has a certain understanding of the madmen in the ethereal heavenly way. ”

"In the Donghua Continent, there are three hundred and sixty-nine Yunwu divisions, and there are three teachings and nine streams of art. ”

"The so-called technique is the supreme true method of the Ethereal Heavenly Dao. ”

"The nine streams are not in the stream, and only those who enter the three sects can be divided into grades. ”

"And the division of the true law grades of the three sects is extremely simple, not as complicated as the cultivation level of our righteous martial arts. ”

"From strong to weak, there are only five grades of heaven, earth, sun, moon, and stars. ”

Lingyue listened very carefully.

Maybe it's because of the shocking side of the sunset.

Maybe it's because of the sword scripture and the elixir.

Maybe it's those days that accompany each other day and night.

Maybe it's that trip to the cold palace.

But no matter what, Childe always held the throbbing in her heart.

So, she wants to know more about Childe and wants to be as good as Childe.

In this way, they will not be separated because they can't keep up with the footsteps of their sons.

The sword swallower naturally didn't think as much as she thought, she just thought that this girl was studious, so she was relieved to have a lot of relief, and it was inevitable to talk more.

"Why does the Ethereal Heavenly Dao only enter the three sects?"

"Because of the ethereal way of heaven, it is only derived from the three religions. ”

"One is the Sanqing Xuanmen. ”

"The second is the Chenyue Heavenly Sect. ”

"The third is the second small temple. ”

Speaking of this, the sword swallower seemed to recall some past events, and he sighed with some emotion: "The true methods that your son has cast are all the heavenly true methods of the Chenyue Heavenly Sect!"

"Chenyue Heavenly Sect, that's an incredible sect in the Donghua Continent, and there are three unattainable monsters in modern times!"

"Hehe," the Sword Eater smiled as if self-deprecatingly, and muttered, "a master who walks the world and preaches to all nations." ”

"The teachers in the world have degraded themselves as gentlemen, and none of them dare to call themselves masters. ”

"A butcher who kills and preaches the Tao, slaughtering the demons of Beiming so much that they dare not go out of Beiming, and the northern border of the Donghua Continent is bloody. ”

"A white-clothed sword immortal, an iron sword breaks through the world, and the three-foot Qingfeng shakes the nine heavens. ”

"Although the master is gone, the sword fairy and the butcher are here, Chenyue Yongxing, everything is undefeated!"

I don't know if the river wind is too cold, or the wind and sand are too big.

As he spoke, the lame, hunchbacked short old man suddenly turned around, secretly wiped his somewhat moist eyes, and said sadly: "I don't know when the old man will be able to see those charming scenery again in his lifetime." ”

With that, the sword-swallowing man suddenly laughed loudly, turned into a sword light, and headed south.

Leaving Lingyue alone to stand by the river stupidly.

The scenery that the Sword Swallower said is indeed charming.

Lingyue also wanted to take a look, the so-called Chenyue Tianzong in the story.

After a long time, she sighed, rode back, and went straight to Yiyang Temple.

......

......

The royal feast was gone, and everyone left, with all those joys and angers.

But Ji Yu and Ji Qianyun didn't do it immediately.

Because Ji Qianyun wanted to stay, burn incense, and recite Buddhist scriptures.

Ji Yu didn't believe in Buddhism, but he still agreed to the imperial sister's small wish, and then stayed as a companion.

The imperial sister, who had three sticks of incense and didn't know what wish she had made, suddenly turned her head and looked at Ji Yu who was leaning against Zhumen, and stopped talking.

After a while, it seemed that he had finally mustered up the courage and made a great determination, Ji Qianyun lowered his head and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Huang, you should not have my sister, I am not worthy of you." ”

There were tears in her eyes, a little reluctant, but she had a greater inferiority complex and determination.

Ji Yu was stunned, but it was only for a moment, and he understood what was going on.

So he smiled lightly: "Sister Huang, after defeating the crown prince, I will come to pick you up from the celebrant supervisor!"

When Ji Qianyun heard this, she trembled, she couldn't help but raise her head to look at the young man dressed in moonlight: "For me, it's not worth taking such a risk, brother Huang, you are very promising now, really, if you come out of Shangwu Pavilion well, you can be the king of the fiefdom, how good, why fight, you have to fight, you have to rob?"

Ji Yu suddenly turned around, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and said slowly: "Because, you are the imperial sister who can stand up for me when I was a child!"

When Ji Qianyun heard this, it was as if he had been hit by a thunderbolt.

She looked at Ji Yu with wide eyes, and a not-so-good-looking face was full of disbelief.

He even remembered those things, how could he remember when he was just a child who didn't know anything?

She thought that he didn't know anything, didn't remember anything?

A linden leaf falls.

Ji Yu seemed to be able to read the imperial sister's thoughts, and said leisurely: "All kinds of scenery in the world, those that are not beautiful, naturally should be put down and forgotten, but there are some things that naturally cannot be forgotten!"

Yes, although he was reborn in this body halfway, those memories and emotions drilled into his mind, how could he forget?

Rao is the supreme true method that he is proficient in countless ethereal heavenly paths, and his mind is transcendent, but he can't forget it after all.

Ji Qianyun lowered her head, for some reason she was a little sad, and whispered, "Sister only hopes that you are well." ”

Ji Yu raised his eyebrows and said proudly: "Then you should believe that your brother's excellence is the best in Xichu, and I will let you have a happy life." ”

This is too proud.

But it fell in Ji Qianyun's ears, but it was better than all the warmth in the world.

She couldn't help but be happy, and said, "Why didn't I see before that you could say such shameless things." ”

Ji Yu said seriously: "I'm telling the truth. ”

Ji Qianyun thought that Ji Yu was trying to make her happy, so she laughed even harder: "It's shameless." ”

Why is it that no one believes me when I finally tell the truth?

Ji Yu sighed and touched the bracelet on his right wrist: "You chant the scriptures and ask for Buddha, when the time comes, I will send you away with Concubine Liu, don't worry, even if I can't take you back now, but in the celebrant supervisor, your life will get better and better." ”

When Ji Qianyun heard this, she frowned, she wanted to remind the imperial brother what the place was.

But thinking of the agreement between the imperial brother and His Majesty, and the one-year appointment with Dugujing, he should not put too much pressure on the imperial brother.

So, in the end, she didn't say anything.

I just started to focus, chanting sutras and seeking Buddha.

For someone, ask for peace.

Ji Yu casually took a copy of the Great Day Sutra of Yiyang Temple, walked in the court, and flipped through it casually.

At this moment, an ethereal Zen breath fell into Ji Yu's heart with the wind.

Ji Yu was a little surprised, walked out of the courtyard, and came to the brightly lit corridor.

In the light of a thousand candles, a monk in a robe stood with his hands folded, waiting for his arrival.

Ji Yu asked, "The abbot of Yiyang Temple?"

The monk smiled indifferently: "The poor monk's name is Wuyang!"

Ji Yu said: "Master Wuyang, we don't seem to have any friendship. ”

The monk nodded: "The donor's lifting of the mountains and rivers can be described as divine power, but using that bit of the country's technique to resolve the power of the mountains and rivers can be described as mysterious." ”

Ji Yu didn't feel strange that Master Wuyang could see something, so he didn't speak, and he didn't have any expression.

The monk smiled, and then said, "I don't know what the relationship between Chenyue Tianzong and the benefactor is?"

When Ji Yu heard this, his heart couldn't help but tremble, but soon he calmed down, frowned, and looked at Master Wuyang's gaze a little vigilant.