Li slowly put the sword into the sheath, it was another fight, the Wudang faction died a lot, and the Zixiao Sword faction also died a lot. Li Yiyi, a junior disciple with very good qualifications, also fell, and in the past year, he has become a rookie in the sect, and his achievements are impressive.

Li doesn't feel sorry, and he doesn't feel sorry, although his qualifications are really good. There are many people from all walks of life, some of whom fell quickly, some of whom persisted for a long time, and only a very few of them have persisted until now. No matter how good the qualifications are, if you fall, you will fail, Li breathed a sigh of relief, turned over and led the disciples of the sect who had packed up the spoils of war to return to Zixiao City.

The small temple is now ushering in a master. In recent years, the name of the closed mouth Zen master, in Buddhism, can be said to be prominent, two years ago, originally because the closed mouth Zen master did not disdain to communicate with the Buddhist monks, have gradually come to visit.

In fact, now the small temple can not be regarded as small, with the spread of fame, the Xixia royal family has already funded the small temple to rebuild, the temple gate, the golden three-word 'mountain spirit temple', the number of monks in the temple, has reached more than 300.

Master Daoyan stayed in the hall of the Buddha Hall of the Shanling Temple for ten days, and then left under the solemn farewell of more than 200 monks of the Shanling Temple. The whole temple did not know what kind of communication the Taoist master had done with the host in the past ten days, and after the Taoist master left, the door of the hall where the host was closed.

In the Buddhist hall, Le'er stared at the silent Yiyun, and the wooden fish still sounded rhythmically in the hall. Le'er's eyes were melancholy, and her tone said with a touch of sadness, "He made you see the bright white world?" My younger sister Yue'er can also see it. ”

Le'er listened silently, and after a while, continued, "That's good, after all, you are not a person in the rivers and lakes, and now you are a famous Buddhist master." Le'er was silent for a while, and continued, "In the future, I'm afraid I won't be free to come for a long time, the Zixiao Sword Sect seems to be negotiating with the Heavenly Alliance, maybe, it won't be long before the rivers and lakes will launch an alliance against the Vulture Palace." ”

"Last time, if it wasn't for your rescue and I died, Xi'er would have sacrificed blood for me desperately. If this were the case, I am afraid that the alliance would have been formed long ago. Le'er was silent for a while, and lightly placed a booklet beside Yi Yun, "I believe you also have a past, but now that you can put it down, it's a good thing after all." This is the artistic conception experience that I asked Yue'er to record, and it should be useful to you. ”

Le'er continued in a sad tone, "You have the smell of blood, although it is very light, but for you now, it is not a good thing after all, Yue'er's artistic conception can gradually dissolve the murderous value." I hope that you will further develop your Dharma cultivation in the future. ”

Le'er turned around and walked away lightly, and chanted softly, "If I smell it, love is where hate comes from." Hu Han has no point of return, one loses, the other cries, I would rather you hate the foolishness, fall into the poison of love, be satisfied on the one hand, and cruel on the other. ”

Le'er left, and the wooden fish in the Buddhist hall, which had not been interrupted for several years, stopped abruptly, and the wooden fish was completely shattered. Master Daoyan, in the Buddha hall, after meditating for ten days, left only one sentence: "Since you can forget yourself, why don't you let yourself forget?" "In the Buddha hall, a white aura lit up, and the aura didn't last long, half an hour.

But Yi Yun saw it, and everything in her eyes turned into an existence that emitted a soft white light when the aura lit up, the light was extremely soft, and it was also extremely beautiful, and there was a kind of warmth that filled the body and mind. Then, Yi Yun saw the illusion, it was very faint, very blurry, Yi Yun couldn't see it very clearly, but what the whole person felt was happiness and laughter......

The Buddha seal disappeared suddenly, the wooden fish shattered, and the long-lost illusion of killing intent suddenly appeared in Yiyun's mind, and then it was dark. Everything in the emptiness is cold and straight to the bone marrow, Yiyun raised her hand, but she couldn't see anything. I don't know how long it has been, but it seems like decades......

The whistling wind came into Yiyun's mind, in his arms, holding a soft body, Yiyun gradually could see everything clearly, and when he fell, he was falling from a cliff. At the back of Yiyun's head, the soft fingers pressed it lightly, and I saw it clearly, a clear and beautiful face was Xi'er's original appearance.

Cold, the feeling of being soaked in an instant with Xi'er's face, close to Xi'er's face, timid and weak voice, beaming into a line, sounded in Yiyun's ears.

"Yiyun, without your rivers and lakes, I will also be lonely and lonely. But don't come near me again, I will destroy you, and you will be reborn and miserable. Yiyun's face seemed to be soaked in cold water, but she suddenly felt a little warm, like a light print on her lips.

"Forget it, but I don't want to, let your consciousness always remember, let your memory be sealed forever, so I think you remember, but also forget."

The feeling of everything, disappearing and dissipating, the blood-colored world, the blood-colored space...... The blood-red figure, as if it would fall down when it was blown by the wind, the bewitching face with a light smile forever stared at a dark purple figure......

The Buddha hall is still a Buddha hall, and the illusion is all scattered. The wooden fish that has been knocked in front of Yiyun for seven years has been broken, the Buddha seal in the body has disappeared, and the deep purple yin true qi in the body has been frantically poured into the meridians that have been sealed for many years, and the coolness penetrates Yiyun's body and mind, this, too familiar, is Yiyun's own true qi......

Le'er groaned softly with a sad tone, as if it was still echoing repeatedly in the Buddhist hall, "If I smell it......" Yiyun took out a new wooden fish from the cabinet with her light hand, and slowly beat it, I don't know how long the sound of the wooden fish sounded in the Buddhist hall, but not long after, it stopped abruptly, and the wooden fish was broken again.

In the Buddha hall, the closed-mouth Zen master, who had worn the Buddhist hat of a lay Buddhist disciple for many years, gently fell to the ground of the Buddhist hall, and the closed-mouth Zen master's long hair fell down, covering most of his face, and his body was completely covered by a layer of rich deep purple energy. Inside the Buddha hall, there is silence outside.

Shanling Temple, the door of the Buddhist hall of the presiding master, will never be opened unless there are distinguished guests. Although these words, the closed-mouth Zen master did not seem to knock on the wooden fish again, but the monks in the temple did not dare to open the door rashly.

Le'er is not a monk or a nun. Therefore, Le'er pushed the door in, and the Buddhist hall was the same, but there was no longer that back, Le'er was surprised, but she took it for granted. Originally, there were thirteen small piles of wood chips in the meditation position of the Closed Mouth Zen Master, which were left behind after the wooden fish was crushed. Le'er lightly held on to the edge of the door, and stood softly against the door......

Yi Yun took out a complete set of clothes from Xixia Qianzhuang, still surrounded by a white cloak outside, turned over his horse, and galloped towards the Huashan Qinglong Altar. Near the Qinglong Altar, the Huashan faction was engaged in a small-scale fierce battle with the Blood Knife Gate, and Yi Yun was forced to stop his horse, waiting for the fierce battle to end at the far road intersection with a flat expression.

At this time, there were already many small groups of disciples of the Jianghu sect watching the excitement here, and the people watching the excitement showed extremely wary looks to each other for the disciples of the other faction. Yi Yun felt extremely irritable, always felt that something was not right, and looked down to see that she still subconsciously put on a string of Buddhist beads on her neck after changing her clothes.

Yi Yun finally realized that something was wrong, grabbed the Buddha beads down, and drove the horse towards the fierce battle crowd rushed over, and in a blink of an eye, he rushed into the center of the fierce battle between the two sides, and the Buddha beads in his hand were injected into the internal force by Yi Yun as a hidden weapon, and shot out towards the disciples of the two factions who were blocking the way. Extremely accurate, each Buddha bead will be able to take the lives of one or three people, and they are all the key points of the throat.

Yiyun's horse galloped extremely fast, but in half an hour, it had completely passed through the edge of the fierce battle, and the straight road that the horse had run through was soaked in blood. Yi Yun tore off the white robe outside, restored her appearance, and galloped towards the Qinglong Altar on horseback.

A month later, not far from Zixiao Mountain, Li Zheng led a group of sect disciples to stand with the Quanzhen Sect. A black high-headed horse, carrying a dark purple figure, suddenly plunged into the center of the fierce battle, where the black horse passed, all the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect were splashed with blood in their throats and thrown to death, the black horse rushed to kill half in the battle circle, and all the masters who were slightly stronger in Quanzhen were killed.

The black horse galloped too fast, the purple shadow on the horseback moved faster, completely making people unable to see the appearance, the purple shadow drove the black horse to kill for a while, it seemed to be a little impatient, a moment later, the sword weapons of different lengths and widths within two hundred meters on the battlefield flew high in the air, and the next moment they shot towards the battle circle and fell, all of them stabbed at the vital points of the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect.

Such a shocking blow shocked the audience, and shouted loudly, "Everyone welcomes the head!" The Zixiao Sword Sect's quick response immediately raised the name of Yiyun, but the slow reaction also understood, and the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect had no intention of fighting, and they all turned around and fled.

Yi Yun Lema stood still, glanced around at everyone, and nodded slightly. Li stepped forward and saluted, "Master! Yiyun said lightly: "Where is Madame?" Li hurriedly replied, "Madame has been in Zixiao Mountain for the past eight years, and she rarely goes out to play, but she is not in the mood. Yi Yun nodded lightly and galloped away, as in the past, never saying more.

Yi Yun turned over and jumped up from the cliff lightly, Zi Shirt smiled happily and put down the booklet in his hand, trotted and flew into Yi Yun's arms, hugged Yi Yun tightly with both hands around his waist, and said in a greasy voice, "Yi Yun ......" Yi Yun hugged her hands a little harder, and then hugged Zi Yi with one hand and walked towards the chair by the cliff, Zi Shirt was excited to talk about the interesting things that have happened over the years like pouring water. It's as if, Yi Yun just went out to run errands, as if, the separation of the two was eight hours, eight days, not eight years.

Jianghu announcement: The head of the Zixiao Sword Sect, the shemale pupil, passed on the position of head to Yiyun.

The third legend of the rivers and lakes that lost the news, the legend of justice, Yiyun, resurfaced eight years later, and still served as the head of the Zixiao Sword Sect. The crazy rivers and lakes, the crazy heads of various factions, are like suddenly feeling a bucket of cold water from head to toe, it seems that they almost forgot that there is a legend of justice in the rivers and lakes......

At the top of the Purple Night Palace, the northbound Purple Night slowly flew down in Yi Yun's hand, and at the hilt of the sword, the delicate purple clothes hanging were fluttering in the wind. At the top of the ethereal peak, Xi'er lightly held the stone pillar of the pavilion, raised her eyes to look in the direction of Zixiao Mountain, and muttered softly, "Yiyun? How did you...... Always, to ...... Makes me unhappy...... You, always, ...... like this"

Xiao Jian raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Zixiao Mountain, and said in an indifferent tone, "He's back again." "No hatred" What's going on? Both the Tianmeng side and the senior sister have said that he will not get involved in this struggle, why is this happening! Xiaojian was silent, closing his eyes and immersed himself in self-cultivation.

"Why are you bother...... Do you have to get along with yourself? Two black-clothed people stood side by side, one of them muttered softly, and the other black-clothed man looked at the direction of Zixiao Mountain with angry eyes, and was silent for a long time.

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