The showers stopped and the sun rose in the east. All the youth and years have turned into dust in the passage of time and scattered to the distance of the years.

Some spend their lives on uncleaned tablets and candlesticks, some float wrapped in snowflakes, and some are ruthlessly wiped away by water-stained rags. The fate of man is like this dust, floating and surging, and the world is unpredictable.

At the beginning, no one could have imagined that the power released by the Death Soul Technique would be so powerful, not only resisting the fatal blow of the Heavenly Liberation Sword, but also destroying the Three Holy Pillars used to support the leylines of the Hidden Dragon Mountain, causing the entire mountain to slowly collapse, and several temples in the mountain were also destroyed in the continuous aftershocks.

In order to prevent the Hidden Dragon Temple built by Patriarch Yan from being destroyed, Shakya Daoan disregarded the dissuasion of everyone and resolutely decided to spend his life cultivating and recasting the Three Holy Pillars.

Fortunately, Shakya's profound teachings on the path of mind cultivation were not consumed by the aura remaining on the pillar, but the restoration work could not be completed overnight, and the caster had to chant ancient Sanskrit at dusk every day to wash away the filth of the pillar by the afterglow of the sun.

Later, the head of the sect, Shakya, cast the curse of restoration, and he is still in retreat in the Tianjing Pavilion, and the affairs of the sect are temporarily represented by Venerable Miaoguang, so that Pei Qiu has fewer opportunities to meet with the master.

As Daohong's only closed disciple, Pei Qiu knew that he had a heavy responsibility, and he must not waste his cultivation and do something that insulted the reputation of his master. For this reason, he applied to Uncle Daoqing, the first seat of the Discipline Hall, to live in a separate courtyard close to the ancestral hall of the patriarch, and when he was tired of practicing swordsmanship on weekdays, he would sit on the futon in the house to meditate and enlighten the Tao, and the rest of the time he could arrange by himself to do some rough and tiring work, such as what he was doing now.

He wiped it again and again with a damp rag on the altar until the dust had been removed and everything was as good as new, then he smiled happily and turned away with the wrung out rag.

When he returned to his residence, he found that his room was even more messy than the ancestral hall, but in view of the daily sword practice

, I have to clean it later.

In the past two years, he has recalled many times the scene of his defeat on the altar, although the Liberation Technique is not the strongest sword technique of the Heavenly Liberation Sword, his cultivation is still shallow, and he cannot exert its full power, which is also one of the reasons. Master once said: The ultimate of the way of the sword is the way of the heart, the famous sword leaves the sword spell master, but it is just a weapon used to kill, but the sword spell master who has the heart of the world can do it without a sword in his hand, and has a sword in his heart.

Originally, he was convinced of this sentence, but in the process of duel with Ling Wenxuan, there were several obvious loopholes: first, the heart killing technique was the sword technique created by King Lin Yun for the fearless sword, Ling Wenxuan was a spear spell master, and he did not have any swordsmanship skills, how could he control such a powerful evil art? Secondly, when the two competed, Ling Wenxuan did not carry any weapons, and even disdained to use the spirit spear, but he reached the realm of no sword is better than a sword as the master said. In the end, he guessed that Ling Wenxuan, who was coerced by heavy anger, was likely to hide a good heart, and it was this fearless determination that made the punishment of releasing his heart not hurt him in the slightest.

Although he had always believed that the cause of Ling Wenxuan's death had nothing to do with the internal injuries caused by the Confession Technique, as the mound completely buried the coffin, all the mysteries were also buried, and there was no longer any point in arguing with his uncle.

Dao Qing had a lot of complaints about his cultivation of the Killing Mind Technique and the Killing Heart Technique, thinking that these two moves were too heavy for killing intent and were not suitable for long-term cultivation. But he didn't think so, the so-called wooden sword has no edge, no matter how heavy the murderous aura is, it can only cut off the bamboo leaves, and it is far from enough to hurt people.

As soon as Pei Qiu put the sword back into the sheath, the person who thought about it came to the wind, only to see Daoqing wave his left arm, take a leaf swept by the sword wind, hold it in the palm of his hand, brush the dust with his right hand, pinch his fingers, and smile lightly.

"It's been two years...... She finally came to the appointment......"

"Uncle Shi, what do you mean......" Pei Qiu immediately turned his gaze to the foot of the Hidden Dragon Mountain.

A procession of nuns walked slowly, and the chant resounded through the sky, causing the monks in the temple to stop their busy work and look in the same direction.

The leader of the team was the one who had been promoted to Sister Rose, who had been promoted to the Holy Spirit, and unlike the low-ranking black-collared and white-robed nun's dress, the high-ranking nuns wore it

The costumes are mainly blue and white, and the three holy vows of chastity, kindness, and loyalty are made when they make a vow, holding the Tianyao Bible, singing with their voices, and making a lifelong vow to the goddess, symbolizing their unswerving loyalty to the faith.

Three middle-ranking nuns walked behind Gui Xun'er, all three of them were from the Convent of Adoris, who were former students in Ling Wenxuan's class, and after graduation, due to their excellent grades, they were allowed to become guardian nuns who could wear white robes, pure white meant to bring sincere gospel to the people they were protecting.

They are very similar in every way, except for their ethnicity: Wu Ruyi is a blonde-haired and green-eyed green man, a nation that is only found in the primeval forests west of the Junlong Federation, and is extremely rare in other areas. Zhong Bimo is a native of Jieruni, who ran away from home when he was a child because he did not obey the control of his parents, and converted to Tianyao after coming to the monastery of Idoris.

As for Bai Suyan, who was talking to the monk who led the way, she was a native of Junlong, and I saw her willow eyebrows slightly raised, her eyes were round, and her expression looked very unhappy.

"Do you not understand people's words? Do you want me to repeat it in the ancient dragon language, I taught the Holy Spirit Sister to make a vow two years ago: I will not step into the Hidden Dragon Temple again in this life. ”

It was just an excuse for her not wanting to reminisce about the sad past. Pei Qiu walked down the stone steps on the mountain, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his cold voice.

"It's you! You still dare to appear, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Rose's hand tried her best to suppress the anger in her heart.

Pei Qiu didn't act panicked, slanted the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "You won't!" because Ling Wenxuan was not killed by me, otherwise the Qixu Sword would have already passed through the chest of me, the person who will walk with you in the future." ”

"What do you mean by that?" said Gui Xun'er coldly.

"Two years ago, after the Battle of the Mountain, my master found some clues about the Shakya Sutra from the artifacts recovered from the Grotto of the God of War, which was very important to the religion, but unfortunately fell into the hands of thieves and was lost for a long time. As a sign of respect, Pei Qiu slowed

Slowly raised his arms and said, "If your sect can help me find this scripture, it will be a great matter of immeasurable merit, and I will not hesitate to pay a great price, and my penance for many years is also for today." ”

Without waiting for Gui Xun'er to answer, Bai Suyin on the side couldn't help but interject: "We are only here to welcome back the coffin of the traveling priest of this sect, and we are not much interested in searching for scriptures, besides, my mentor died because of your religion, why should we help a group of heretics and enemies?"

"There are still many doubts about Ling Wenxuan's death, and we can't jump to conclusions. Pei Qiu sighed and arched his hand, "Since Sister Holy Spirit is unwilling to go up the mountain with me, why don't you ask the three nuns to go up the mountain to meet with the Venerable Sect Leader? ”

Gui Xun'er's red lips squirmed slightly, thought for a while, and nodded.

Then, the three nuns followed Pei Qiu's footsteps up the mountain road, and their figures gradually drifted away.

The rest of the people, under the order of Gui Xun'er, came to the tomb where Ling Wenxuan was buried on the west side of the mountain, and prepared for the relocation.

The sarcophagus burst out of the ground with the sound of shovels, and it took great effort for the monks to carry the wagons and secure them with ropes in all directions.

The nuns interlocked their fingers and recited prayers in their mouths, with the intention of calling on the souls of the deceased.

The gist of the words is: There are living people in the world who live for the dead, and some dead people have passed away, but they have never been forgotten by the living. The soil of a foreign place makes it difficult for him to sleep, and his hometown is the ultimate home of his soul. God will bless all homesick people and will not abandon the land they love.

After the chant was sung, the Rosewood who stood in place was full of thoughts, and all kinds of past events overflowed from the cold temperature on the sarcophagus and passed through her palms and passed into her mind.

She can't forget the kiss of the two of them when they were young vows, the promise she made to him when she was a nun of the guard, the way he took on a lot of teaching work on his own without fear of hardships and dangers, and the old wheelchair used to treat his injuries......

"Am I forget?"

Suddenly there was a crisp voice behind her, and she turned her head to face the woman who was blocked by weeds in the distance.

The breeze on the prairie blows the purple petals inlaid on the woman's hat, the vision is blurred through the half-closed eyelashes, and the black umbrella is wrapped in a strand of silver, deep in every step, leaving a cone-shaped pit.

"Cortana, you're finally here. Rose's eyes were filled with tears.

"Can you let me see him?" asked Yuna, taking off her mud-stained gloves and looking blank.

Gui Xun'er shook her head apologetically and said: "It's been two years, maybe the body of the priest has already decomposed, and the sarcophagus has already been loaded, and it will be inconvenient to move it down, I'm afraid that you will leave a psychological shadow if you see it." ”

"Maybe the priest hasn't forgiven me for not saving him in the first place. Yuna shook her body and sighed.

"Don't think so, this thing is better for you than me. As she spoke, she asked one of the nuns beside her to pull out a delicate wooden box.

Just listening to the "click", the spirit guide spell spear used by Ling Wenxuan before his death was displayed in front of Youna.

Yuna caressed*, and the memories of the past were no less than those of Rosewood.

In order for her to agree to accept the Channel, Gui Xun'er repeated Ling Wenxuan's words on the altar of the Hidden Dragon Temple.

This words deeply touched Yuna, she took off the dream stone on her chest, silently recited the incantation, a white light flashed, and the spirit was sealed in the dream stone.

"It seems that the Heavenly Machine Box given to you by the Father Priest has successfully merged with the Dream Stone, and Heaven is destined to choose you to complete his unfinished business. Gui Xun'er took a deep breath and waved her hand, "Farewell today, I don't know when we will be able to meet, it is difficult for you and me to say goodbye." ”

"Yes! All the companions parted ways that day, and the once glorious Seven Artifact Expedition was gone. ”

Looking at the departing convoy, Yuna felt a lot of emotion in her heart, but the fleeting time did not allow her to be secretly sad, after becoming a famous bard, there were still many tedious things waiting for her to deal with, and in the blink of an eye, the female agent standing in front of the carriage not far away was already very impatient.

It's just a busy time to mourn the deceased companions, some people just don't understand the amorous feelings, and they always like to worry about you.

Yuna put away the bleak smile on her face and walked in the direction of the carriage.