"Abolish my position as the master of the nunnery?" Hearing Qing Wan's words, Ling Yu's heart moved, and he couldn't help but feel curious about the so-called Elder Pavilion of Xuanmiao Nunnery.

It stands to reason that the Elder Pavilion, as the ultimate foundation of the Xuan Miao Nunnery, should stand up when the Xuan Miao Nunnery is besieged by a strong enemy, but from beginning to end, Ling Yu has never seen any of the elders of the Xuan Miao Nunnery stand up and relieve the siege for the Xuan Miao Nunnery.

If it weren't for Qing Wan saying that Xuan Miao Nunnery and the existence of the Elder Pavilion existed, Ling Yu would have thought that Xuan Miao Nunnery was an ordinary inheritance headed by Yan Suyi. Moreover, seeing Qing Wan's face, it seemed that these disciples of Xuanmiao'an were very jealous of the Elder Pavilion, and they were even very afraid of talking about the other party's reputation, which made Ling Yu's heart even more confused.

"Yes, the Elder Pavilion of Xuanmiao'an is a high-ranking existence compared to us disciples, and even ...... The master also gave them some thin noodles before his death. Speaking of this, Qingwan looked up at the mountain behind Xuanmiao'an, as if she was worried that if she said too much, she would lose. She respectfully clenched her fists at Ling Yu, and then ran away into the distance as if she was dodging some cause and effect.

Looking at Qing Wan's departing back, Ling Yu stroked her earlobe, a wisp of deep meaning flashed in her eyes, and she whispered to herself: "Elder Pavilion, it seems that it's time for me to meet them!"

Over the next few days, the disciples of the temple repaired the building and decorated the main hall. sorted out the ruins of the broken walls, and went to the town near the mountain to buy a lot of white-flowered plain cloth to decorate the mourning hall. And Qingwan and other disciples followed Ling Yu's advice and posted a heroic post to inform the world of the news of Yan Suyi's death.

Yan Suyi is the owner of Xuanmiao'an, and Xuanmiao'an is one of the four gates of the Chinese Righteous Path, and now that her old man is immortal, Ling Yu is not qualified to hide this news.

Although the various regions of Huaxia are now under siege by the Red Ghost and the Thunder King, Yan Suyi is the owner of a generation of nunnery after all, and within three days of the news of Huaxia, many forces have sent people to mourn.

Among these people, there are Gu Xuan and Sikong Qingyu of the Shenwu Academy. Gu Xuan is a teacher in the Martial Arts Department of Shenwu Academy, and Sikong Qingyu is the vice president of Shenwu Academy.

There are also monks from Xiaolin Temple in the West Desert, led by Ling Yu's friend Shi Chen.

Shi Chen had been severely injured by the strong man under the command of the Red Ghost before, and later awakened the power of the innate Buddha bone by chance when he was in retreat to heal his wounds, and now he is a strong man in the Supreme Realm.

Bu Yunzhu, the heir of the oracle Bu family, and Yi Han, the heir of the Yi family in the imperial capital, came together, they were all friends of Duanmu Yuhan, and now that they learned that Yuhan's master had died, they naturally came to worship in the face of their friends.

In addition to these people, the Brahma monarch of the Golden Sky Temple, Zhong Lixuan, the heir of Dihongxuan, Huang Shengtong and his wife, the heir of Huang Xin Pavilion, and the predecessors of the demon king of Kunlun Xu, and many other famous Chinese forces have also flocked to Xuanmiao Nunnery from all directions to worship Yan Suyi.

Although Ling Yu didn't like hypocritical politeness, as the new head of Xuanmiao Nunnery, he could only stubbornly receive the powerhouses from all over the world who came to mourn.

"Xiao Yu, I didn't expect that after not seeing you for a few years, you actually became the owner of the Xuanmiao Nunnery, which is really gratifying! It's just that the master of the Yan Nunnery unfortunately drove the crane west, which is embarrassing!" Gu Xuan and Sikong Qingyu came to the Xuanmiao Nunnery and said to Ling Yu with a fist.

"The ancient seniors, the Sikong seniors, the two great masters came, the juniors failed to greet in time, and I hope the two seniors will forgive me. "When Ling Yu was cultivating martial arts at the Shenwu Academy, he was taken care of by Meng Xuan and Sikong Qingyu, and now that the two of them are here, Ling Yu naturally has to treat each other politely.

"What's polite, you can have today's achievements, we two old guys are also very pleased! The master of Yan'an has been a long-term and far-sighted person, since she appointed you as the next master of the nunnery when she was dying, she obviously has her deep meaning. I only hope that you can live up to the deathbed entrustment of the lord of Yan'an and carry forward the Xuanmiao'an. Sikong Qingyu hugged Ling Yu and said with a smile.

"Please rest assured, Senior Sikong, I will definitely not disappoint the Lord of Yan'an. By the way, the ancients, I don't know...... How is Senior Tang doing now?" Ling Yu nodded, and when he saw Gu Xuan, he couldn't help but think of Tang Jinxuan's grandfather, Tang Ze.

"That old man...... Alas, the death of Jinxuan girl hit him hard, and he hated you before because he loved his daughter, I hope you don't mind. Jinxuan was raised by Old Man Tang since she was a child, and now that her granddaughter has been killed, how can he not be sad?" Hearing Ling Yu's words, Gu Xuan sighed, shook his head and sighed.

Seeing the look of guilt on Ling Yu's face, Sikong Qingyu patted Ling Yu's shoulder and said a piece of news that Ling Yu didn't expect: "Xiao Yu, in fact, Jinxuan's girl may not have fallen, but it is very likely that she will cultivate in a corner. ”

Sikong Qingyu's words were like a ray of sunshine shining from the hazy sky, making Ling Yu's heart move. His expression was grim, and he looked up at Sikong Qingyu, his eyes full of anticipation.

"That's right, when I was talking to Duan Tianya's senior a few days ago, he used to use a strand of Jinxuan's hair to push Jinxuan's movements. found that Jinxuan's vitality had not dissipated, although the vitality was extremely weak, but there were indeed traces to follow. So Senior Duan guessed that maybe Jinxuan was not dead. Sikong Qingyu recalled Duan Tianya's words.

"What? Jinxuan, is she really still in the world?" Ling Yu swallowed fiercely, her tiger eyes were slightly red, and she was sad and happy for a while.

"Well, Duan Tianya's predecessor is skilled and his medical path is superb, his words should not be wrong! It's just that this matter is too strange, so only me and Senior Duan know about this matter, and I didn't make a noise. Sikong Qingyu didn't hide anything from Ling Yu.

"That'...... Did Senior Duan deduce where Jin Xuan is now?" "Jin Xuan is an eternal pain in Ling Yu's heart, and now that she knows that Jin Xuan may still be alive, Ling Yu seems a little at a loss. Excited and worried, I had mixed feelings.

"This ...... Senior Duan Tianya didn't say it, because after all, so long has passed, even if Senior Duan has participated in the cultivation, I'm afraid he won't be able to deduce where Jin Xuan is. However, I heard Senior Duan say that when he was deriving, he found that there was a wisp of death in Jinxuan's body, so he ......" Sikong Qingyu did not finish speaking.

"So, it is very likely that Jinxuan was taken to the Huaxia Netherworld?" Ling Yu had a bright mind, and instantly guessed the meaning of Sikong Qingyu's words.

"Well, I can't rule out the possibility!" Sikong Qingyu nodded.

"Huaxia Nether! It's Huaxia Netherworld again!" Ling Yu remembered that when he was in the Void Realm, Ling Tianheng said that he had seen a descendant of a divine donkey carrying a coffin to Huaxia Netherworld. And the woman in the coffin is wearing a wedding gown, which is likely to be Jinxuan.

Thinking of this, Ling Yu's brows furrowed, and a thick wisp of murderous intent unconsciously emanated from his body.

Feeling the boundless aura on Ling Yu's body, Sikong Qingyu and Gu Xuan glanced at each other, and finally comforted Ling Yu: "Xiao Yu, in fact, these are just our guesses. Senior Duan just calculated an approximation, whether it is true or false is still up for debate!"

"Well, thank you for your advice. Anyway, this Huaxia matter, I must go to the Huaxia Netherworld to find out!" Ling Yu said to Gu Xuan and Sikong Qingyu with a grateful look on his face.

"Amitabha, Brother Ling, I haven't seen you for many days, I didn't expect you to become the new owner of Xuanmiao Nunnery, the world is like chess, elusive!" At this moment, a Buddha horn came from behind Ling Yu, and it was Ling Yu's friend Shi Chen.

Goodbye Shi Chen, Ling Yu found that he was very different from before. Ling Yu and Shi Chen met at Shenwu Academy, and Shi Chen's personality at that time was introverted, humble and simple. But after so many tribulations, Shichen grew up, both in appearance and mood.

At this time, Shichen was dressed in a robe and was upright. Between his gestures, there is a faint flow of Buddha power. Even Ling Yu probed with his divine thoughts, and found that there were swastika characters around Shi Chen's side, which was extremely strange.

Shi Chen is about seven feet five tall, with a handsome appearance, and his knife-like face is sharp and angular, revealing a masculine atmosphere. His eyes were deep and compassionate, and those indescribable vicissitudes were secretly circulating, which actually gave Ling Yu a feeling that he couldn't see through.

"Brother Shichen, it's been a long time!" Ling Yu took two steps and clasped Shi Chen's hands tightly, the joy in his heart emerging from his eyes.

"Alas, yes! After many years, Hongchen suffered, if it weren't for the irreversibility of time, I really wanted to stay in the Shenwu Academy forever. When Shi Chen saw Ling Yu, it seemed that the warmth suppressed in his heart had been reawakened, and he was full of emotion.

"Brother Shi Chen, Brother Ling, I'm coming to see you!" Just as Ling Yu and Shi Chen were talking about the old days, they suddenly heard a greeting from afar, and the two turned their heads to look.

It turned out that behind the cultivator of Xiaolin Temple, there was a middle-aged man, who looked about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, with a beard, a lion nose and a wide mouth, and tiger eyes. It is the best friend of the two, Yi Han, the holy son of the imperial capital refining family.

Long territory, Xiao Xiao is easy to be cold. The Yi family is a refining cave heaven respected by the world, and no one can shake its position in the imperial capital. The worldly blade is a killing artifact for mortal cultivators, but for the Yi family, the weapon is their friend.

"Brother Yi, didn't you go to the Northern Regions with Brother Ghost Ji and Brother Leng Li to crack the Fallen Soul Tomb? Why did you return to the Western Desert so quickly? What was the result of your trip?

Ling Yu knew that the Northern Regions meant a lot to him, there was his mentor and his hometown. Therefore, he was very worried about what would happen to Yi Han's trip.

"Brother Ling, don't worry, the three of us have already cracked all the Fallen Soul Tombs in the Northern Regions. Moreover, now there is a Tianji Gate in the Northern Regions, and the Red Ghost's subordinates dare not do anything wrong in the Northern Regions. Tianji Gate not only has the Seven Evils of Returning to the Ruins, but also has Su Luochen's predecessors who have been promoted to the realm of the Immortal King, who would be so blind and act as a murderer in the Northern Regions?" Yi Han waved his hand, it seems that this trip to the Northern Regions is quite smooth.

Then, as if he remembered something, a look of doubt appeared on his face, and he lowered his voice and said, "However, Brother Ling, when we cracked the Fallen Soul Tomb in the Northern Region this time, we found a very strange thing!"