The most primitive voice of all things, it contains joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, desire.... These seven tones are the seven tones of living beings in the world, as long as a person lives, then he will definitely have it, even if it is this little Taoist priest of Wudang who is not stained with red dust. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

His heart stands above the nine heavens, he is seeking the Tao, and this palm is the Tao he seeks, but he still wants to go higher.......

It's just that now all living beings have seven tones, and that voice is the master, the senior brother, the cloud of Wudang Mountain, and the flower of Wudang Mountain...... At this moment, what I saw in my eyes and what I thought in my heart was gone, and it turned into a touch of tenderness in my heart, a tenderness that I couldn't forget.

"Haha~" In a long laugh, the little Taoist priest vomited two mouthfuls of blood in a row, and he came back from above the Nine Heavens, because he didn't want to leave Wudang in this life.

In the eye, the "good house" has been unrecognizable, not only in the tavern.... The same is true of people, who weep and laugh in the midst of the seven voices of all living beings and do not know when they have died.... They seemed to be very peaceful when they died, as if they remembered it for a lifetime, and after crying and laughing, they had no regrets.

There are only a few people alive now, the Yun Fairy of Qingcheng Mountain, the patriarch of the Tianshan School, Wuming of Jinshan Temple, Wang Shichong, and the little Taoist. In addition, there are Zhuang Yun and Wang Shiheng, because both of them have someone to protect.

And the red fog that had originally wrapped around the tavern also dissipated, and the flowers on the other side of the Yellow Spring in the void also disappeared. At this moment, the proud cat's little face was pale, and she seemed to be seriously injured, she coughed and whispered, "Ahem.... Cough.... Damn the ancestral land, he would not have chosen the ancestral land if he knew about this return tribulation!Xiao Wuming also said that the highest realm of the ancestral land can only be innate, but why didn't he tell this cat that the monster of the ancestral land was so ......"

The little Taoist priest didn't hear what the girl said, but he didn't care, although he lost the battle just now, but the girl seemed to be more injured than him..... Seeing this, the little Taoist priest smiled lightly and said, "Come back to Wudang Mountain with me." ”

"No, I'm going to help Xiao Ling'er find her father." If the proud cat can be obedient, it is not an proud cat, and immediately said angrily.

Yun Fairy on the side couldn't help but feel heartache when she heard the words of the proud cat, Brother Mingfeng has been dead for so many years, and she is still looking for him......... All Xiao Yun'er could do was say in a begging tone, "...... Then let's go back to Qingcheng with Aunt Yun, okay......"

Originally, the proud cat wanted to roar at Yun Xianzi, but when she saw her appearance, she felt inexplicable in her heart! So the proud cat said softly: "I'm stupid! I've told you many times, I'm not Xiao Ling'er! Xiao Ling'er is sleeping now, and I'm talking when she wakes up!"

Seeing this, Xiao Yun'er could only sigh sadly......

At this moment, suddenly a sword sound reached everyone's ears, and with the sound of the sword, a person with a tiger-shaped mask appeared in everyone's eyes, and the mask seemed to cry and laugh, looking like he was pitying the world.

The tiger-masked man walked slowly over with a rusty sword in his hand, he didn't speak, he just gently picked up the proud cat and left..... No one dared to stop them, for there was a sword that seemed to be staring at their heads, and if any of them dared to move, they might die.

Xiao Yun'er looked at that back, the back she would never forget, and she silently recited in her heart, "Brother Mingfeng.... Alive, he's really alive. This silent thought, the tears in her eyes could no longer be stopped, and one after another dripped down.

A few people next to him looked inexplicable, what happened to this cloud fairy.....

"I'm sorry, everybody...... This matter has come to an end, so I will go back to Qingcheng Mountain first and say goodbye. After speaking, Xiao Yun'er jumped and left. Looking at Xiao Yun'er's appearance, everyone was even more puzzled, how could this Yun Fairy be sad and happy for a while.

Under the heart of the Dao, the heart will not be covered with dust, in fact, the little Taoist priest can also see who the person is, so he didn't stop it..... Watching Xiao Yun'er leave, he was also ready to go back to Wudang Mountain, and he suddenly missed the clouds of Wudang Mountain and the flowers of Wudang Mountain.

"Everyone, farewell!" After not stopping for a moment, the little Taoist priest slowly walked in the direction of Wudang Mountain.

Seeing this, Wang Shichong couldn't help but sigh and said, "Hey, it's an eventful time... It's not easy to catch this little monster, and now another master has emerged out of nowhere..... Hopefully, I'm overhearted. After speaking, Wang Shichong said to his son: "Shiheng, let's go home too." After saying that, Wang Fatzi left with his son.

"Daddy, wait for me!"

"I told you to eat more meat, look, you don't grow fat, you can't even walk so slowly. ”

“....... I'm fat enough!"

"Talkative, keep up!"

This sentence of the conversation between father and son came into the ears of the remaining three, and the three of them couldn't help but shake their heads. Really.....

"Wuming, I didn't expect us to meet again...."It was the patriarch of the Tianshan Sect who spoke, and it seemed that they were acquaintances.

When Wuming didn't seem to be very willing to deal with him, the great monk gently recited the Buddha's name and said: "It's better not to see it, so as not to think of the past and feel embarrassed ......"

"Ha, that's what you said, it's good not to see...."After saying that, the white-haired old man disappeared without a trace.

Among this group of people, the most confused was Zhuang Yun, because he had too many questions, why did the masked man take people away and no one stopped him? This great monk was actually an old acquaintance with the old monster of the Tianshan Sect? What did Yun Fairy see? Why was there sadness and joy in her eyes? And who was the masked man? This battle was over? That's it, this is too comedic, right? After so many people died, no one wanted to say anything? Why did the little Taoist and Yun Xianzi want to take away the proud cat.......

The more he thought about the question, Zhuang Yun shook his head and shouted a few times: "Ahhhh

Seeing this, Monk Wuming couldn't help laughing and said: "Hahaha, Xiao Zhuangyun, now I know, there are some things that will only make me more distressed.... Hey, most of your seniors, allow you to ask a few questions. ”

The words of the great monk were simply life-saving pills in Zhuang Yun's ears, and his head was about to explode! But the old monk didn't say a few answers, but had to think carefully about what to ask.

"Xiao Zhuangyun, you're faster!"

"Ahhhh

Zhuang Yun yelled a few times before asking, "Who is Xiao Ling'er?"

"The daughter of the sword?"

"Oh my God! How could it be the daughter of the sword! Great monk, are you telling me that this demon-like proud cat is actually the daughter of a great hero! And if the daughter of the sword is alive, shouldn't she be in her thirties now? This proud cat is obviously a little girl..."

"Didn't she tell you that she had killed someone for thirty years, and forgot about it so quickly?"

Zhuang Yun, who looked confused, remembered that the great monk had indeed said it, but he didn't believe it very much, so he didn't remember it...... So Zhuang Yun asked again: "What is the relationship between Fairy Yun and Xia Jian, why is she Aunt Yun of the proud cat?"

"In the past, when Xia Jian was alive, he would often take his daughter and wife to Qingcheng Mountain, and he would get acquainted with it after coming and going.... Xiao Zhuangyun, you can't ask the point of this question, ask three at the end, hurry up. The old monk said impatiently.

There are only three chances left to get it........ Zhuang Yun pondered for a while and asked, "What is your relationship with the ancestor of the Tianshan Sect, why does Fairy Yun have a hatred for him?"

"Relationship with me? former comrades-in-arms..... As for the hatred with Xiao Yun'er, probably because he was one of the people who killed Xia Jian. Okay, there's still one last one, hurry up and ask!" The great monk seemed to be more and more impatient the more he spoke, perhaps this question mentioned his past.

And Zhuang Yun stared at the big monk with big eyes at the moment, because he felt that the big monk was talking nonsense, people are famous and decent in the sky, and you actually said that someone else's ancestor killed a hero.... Aren't you afraid that others will sue you for slander? Don't you think that no one will believe the lies told by the monks?

"Really?" Zhuang Yun asked with his mouth wide open.

The great monk smiled and nodded: "Well, really." ”

"Tut-tut! Big secret..... Okay, the last question, who was the tiger-shaped masked man just now, why did he take away the proud cat, and you didn't stop it?" As if he knew something earth-shattering, Zhuang Yun didn't know what bad intentions he was playing, but he still asked the last question.

After listening to Zhuang Yun's words, the great monk looked in the direction where the tiger-shaped masked man had disappeared, and he said lightly: "Although I'm not quite sure who he is, I know the sword in his hand...... As for why no one does it, those who know him will naturally not do it, and those who don't know him dare not do it. ”

Zhuang Yun thought about it for a moment, as if the masked man was really holding a sword, but he didn't notice it much, because the sword was so inconspicuous.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Yun opened his mouth and said, "Which sword has a sword with a copper smell all over it.......?" But is that man very powerful? You don't dare to do it.... I can't feel it. ”

"That sword is very powerful, it's called Narukaze.... The Saber of the Sword of Warriors......... As for the reason why you can't feel it, it's because you're too weak. Okay, after the question is asked, go back to Jinshan Temple with me, the rivers and lakes will be too chaotic in the future, continue to stay outside, you beggar gang heirs are afraid that they are going to find the ancestor master. After saying that, the great monk turned around and strode away, he was really very trustworthy, and he said that he would answer three and answer three.

But at this moment, Zhuang Yun didn't listen to Monk Wuming's words at all, because he only had the sentence in his ears, "It's called Mingfeng, the sword of the chivalrous sword!" Oh my God, doesn't this mean that that person is the chivalrous sword!

An angry person knows so many secrets, how can he still go back and sit quietly. Without waiting for the great monk to react, Zhuang Yun took out the fastest escape speed in his life and escaped...........

"Master Wuming, thank you for saving me today...... But I don't want to go back with you, I want to go and see that sword, to see that person, this is my wish since I was a child. ”

Seeing this, the great monk shook his head and sighed, "What a little slippery head......... But it's okay to see if this person is him. With that, the great monk left.

In the wind, there were corpses left behind, and they all died peacefully........ If they were breathing, they would look like they were in a dream.