Master Wuliang took the head of the luan, injected a little internal force, and shot out towards the big stone, and the thin line was also stretched, only to see that the two huge big stones were submerged into the stone by the head of the luan at the same time, the stone was cut by a thin wire, and there was no sound in the whole process.

Yan Ziyue was stunned, she couldn't believe her eyes, and when she walked over, she found that the cut surface was neat and smooth, not to mention, the head of the luan was like a sharp drill that directly penetrated two large stones.

"How"?

"Wow... Master, it's so exquisite, what is this"?

"The crested head of Luan Shou is made of Xuanjin, extremely hard, can be broken King Kong, and the silver thread is the extinct Tianjue silk, flexible and sharp, comparable to any blade in the world", Master Wuliang said, raised Yan Ziyue's wrist, and with a flick of the bracelet, the bracelet turned up, and Luan Shou withdrew the bracelet along the Tianjue silk, and returned to its original position just right, without seeing anything unusual at all.

Yan Ziyue looked at all this, and the beauty of the treasure in her heart was so beautiful that she couldn't stop smiling.

"Master, is it long enough this day", Yan Ziyue carefully checked the bracelet on her wrist.

"It's enough to go around the Temple of the Dead."

"What, that's going to be a long time, hehe, it's going to be enough."

"You try the phoenix bracelet."

"Wow..." Yan Ziyue thought for a while and said: "Master, my internal strength is not enough, won't my power be greatly reduced."

"This thing doesn't need too strong internal force, practice makes perfect, you just practice more."

"Well...··", Yan Ziyue said that he had accumulated internal force and poured it into his left hand, pressed the crested head lightly, pulled it out and rotated it with a fingertip, and threw it in one go, the phoenix's mouth formed a cone shape and cut through the air and submerged into the stone, raised his hand and withdrew, the stone cracked in response, and the crested head was retracted and embedded in the bracelet body, as if everything had never happened just now.

"Hmm...", Master Wuliang looked at Yan Ziyue with a smile and nodded, seeing that Yan Ziyue had a very high level of understanding, and he was very satisfied.

"Girl, practice more."

"Good", Yan Ziyue has practiced many times, not only single, but can already achieve double shots at the same time.

"Girl, this thing should not be easily shown in front of people, let alone killed, remember."

"Yes, master", Yan Ziyue solemnly promised, and couldn't help but think of Nangong Yu's golden snake whip, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind, what would it be like if Luanfeng Ruyi bracelet was paired with a golden snake whip? Yan Ziyue hurriedly shook her head, in order to drive away the messy thoughts in her mind.

Master Wuliang explained a lot, and Yan Ziyue wrote them down one by one.

"Master..., I will miss you", Yan Ziyue's grinning face was full of sincerity.

Master Wuliang was quite stunned, for the first time in his life, someone said such a thing to himself, and he was actually very useful, it seems that he is not exempt from vulgarity, hehe smiled, let his mind be.

"Master... After I'm gone, do you still want to go into retreat, and if I come to see you, won't you not see you?"

"Girl, you don't have to come to see me for the teacher, you remember the words of the teacher, practice the Heart Sutra well, everything is according to fate, and when the time comes, the teacher will come to you."

"Oh...", although Yan Ziyue didn't understand Master Wuliang's words very well, since she said so, she didn't obsess about it, but she was still very attentive to the Yunyou mentioned by Master Wuliang, and a bolder idea popped out and blurted out: "Master, do you want to consider taking me on a cloud tour with you"?

Master Wuliang seemed to have thought of Yan Ziyue's question, and immediately replied categorically: "No... Girl, you have your way to go."

"Okay", Yan Ziyue didn't expect Master Wuliang to refuse himself so simply, there was no room at all, it was okay for him to bear it early, otherwise he would be hurt so much.

Yan Ziyue returned to the courtyard after lunchtime, so hungry and busy looking for food, she didn't see Nangong pardon and asked Meng Niang: "Aunt Meng, where is Nangong pardon."

"You haven't come back yet, what's the matter today, you came back so late, and Yu'er didn't come back after following Master Xuanjing."

"Oh... Isn't this about to leave the Temple of the Dead, the master explained a few more words, I think the masters of Nangong Yu are too", Yan Ziyue thought while eating, where can Xuanjing take Nangong Yu, and go to find them after eating in a while.

Yan Ziyue looked around the temple and outside the temple, but he didn't see Nangong Yu and Xuanjing, and of course his masters didn't see either.

"Is there anything in this temple that you don't know?" Yan Ziyue sat under the trellis with one hand on her cheek and pondered, and said to herself: "No, did they go out of the temple."

Yan Ziyue quickly descended the mountain, and when she went to the gatehouse of the temple at the foot of the mountain, she asked if she had never seen them go down the mountain.

"Where else can this go", Yan Ziyue's stubborn strength came up, and she secretly decided in her heart that she would not give up if she couldn't find Nangong today.

For a whole afternoon, Yan Ziyue searched up and down the Temple of the Dead again, and practiced light exercises by the way, but in the end she found nothing, and returned to the top of the mountain with some discouragement, overlooking the entire Tianqi Mountain.

"Compared with all things in heaven and earth, the power of one person is too limited. No matter how powerful a person is, not everything in the world can be controlled. Yan Ziyue stood on the edge of the cliff and watched the ups and downs of the mountains and greenery, thinking, taking a deep breath and looking down at the palms of his hands, and laughing at himself: "Yan Ziyue, Yan Ziyue, do you know how small you are, any green tree in this mountain can cover you,... It is precisely because I know that I am small, so I can get close to the strong, isn't the big Tianqi Mountain at my feet now. Yan Ziyue, being strong is a choice, and if you choose, you should have no regrets, master, I'm afraid I can't do it if I go with the flow, but I can do it from the bottom of my heart. Yan Ziyue, from this moment on, do whatever you want, and only by living up to yourself can you live up to others."

The sun sets in the west, the sun stains the sky, Yan Ziyue stands alone, proud of the sky, overlooking Fengdu in the distance, confident and wise, exuding the spirit of a king. From this moment on, Yan Ziyue didn't know that she began to step into the disturbed world, involved in the fate of life and death, deeply involved in the conspiracy of rights and responsibilities, and entangled in unclear love and family affection.

Until the sun set, began to submerge into the horizon, Yan Ziyue stretched her waist, patted the back of her neck, really felt a little tired, ran all afternoon, sweated a lot, turned around and saw the hot spring eye under the tree, while untying the clothes on the body while walking over, the whole person soaked in the hot spring pool, it was so comfortable, unconsciously some sleepiness hit, did not resist and fell asleep.

Xuanjing and others took Nangong pardon to the tower of the Death Temple, and asked Nangong pardon to bow to every monk buried here three times, wipe the body of the tower, especially the relics pagoda of Master Fuhai.

Xuanjing told Nangong Yu the story of each monk buried here, Nangong Yu didn't know what he meant at first, and gradually understood the good intentions of several masters, and meticulously did it with awe, and kept the faith of each monk in mind, spurred himself, and the belief in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Xuanjing saw Nangong pardon's devotion and firmness from the heart, and he was very relieved. I pulled Nangong pardon over again, and accompanied Nangong pardon with other junior disciples of the Xuanzi generation to practice the body method, and I was very happy to see Nangong pardon everywhere and send and receive it freely.

After discussion, the five of them decided to pass on some internal strength to Nangong Pardon, first, so that he could control the Golden Snake Whip as soon as possible, and secondly, they hoped that he could benefit the people with his ability.

The five of them had made an appointment to only spend one-fifth of their internal force, but each one was more generous than the other, especially Xuanyi actually spent half of the internal force to Nangong Pardon, causing Nangong Pardon to fall into a coma for a while, which frightened everyone, and the five of them had to join forces to open up the meridians for Nangong Pardon and help him breathe and absorb the internal force born for no reason.

When Nangong Yu woke up, it was already dark, and the five of them relaxed a little, and taught Nangong Yu the method of practicing internal force, and instructed him to be at least one hour a day until the internal force was integrated.

Nangong Yu came back to the courtyard in a daze, and saw that Meng Niang was looking for Yan Ziyue everywhere, and learned that she had been desperately looking for herself all afternoon and had not come back yet, so she was moved and anxious, and turned around and left the courtyard without eating.

Nangong Yu found a few places where Yan Ziyue frequented, but did not see her, and estimated that she would not be able to go back to the top of the mountain, so he performed light skills, and found that it was faster and lighter than usual, and landed steadily on the edge of the cliff, and he was completely dumbfounded after walking a few steps forward, and he couldn't move his legs directly, only to see Yan Ziyue lying on the edge of the spring pool with his hands crossed, a delicate little face with some mist sleeping quietly and peacefully, and the black hair scattered on his body at will, lining the skin more and more white and delicate, like a fairy under the moon, like a dream.

Nangong was at a loss, but his eyes always looked at Yan Ziyue back and forth, and his heart was entangled.

"Hmm..." Yan Ziyue felt a little chill coming, her hands were close to her body and tightened, Nangong Yu looked at this, and couldn't wait to rush over immediately and put on her own robes.

Nangong Yu saw that Yan Ziyue was going to sleep again, and she was really worried that she would freeze like this, so she bit her lip, shook her palm, and walked over with her determination.

"Yue'er...", Nangong pardoned, the voice was too small, only he could hear it. Ying frowned, cheered himself up again, and said with a long sigh: "Yue'er... Yue'er...

Yan Ziyue slept deeply, but she heard someone calling her, but she also misheard.

Nangong Yu was helpless, squatted down, slowly stretched out his hand, took it back, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, reached out and touched Yan Zi's arm, the smooth and soft feel came, Nangong Yu instinctively shrank back, his heart was inexplicably excited, the blush on his face deepened, remembering that his mother taught him that men and women could not be taught clearly, what was he doing now, he couldn't help but be a little ashamed, and he reprimanded himself hundreds of times in his heart.

Nangong Yu's body was stiff, his hands were clenched into fists, his heart was turning over the river and the sea one after another, and his breathing was a little messy.

"Nangong pardon... Why are you here"?

Yan Ziyue slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were a little foggy, but she still saw the figure in front of her, and after seeing the other party clearly, she exhaled in surprise.

Nangong looked over forgivingly, and sat on the ground on the spot, his eyes fixed on Yan Ziyue.