The cold autumn rain rained for several days, but it could not extinguish the tension in people's hearts. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There are so many unbelievable things that happened during this trip to the Yubei Tomb, so many that counting the events that have occurred in the Yubei Tomb in the past hundreds of years are not as shocking as one time.

Naturally, all major sects had elders waiting outside the Yubei Tomb, such as the Sword Pavilion Elder who was talking to Zhu Mingwen at this time, such as the Vermilion Bird Sect Sect Master who was personally present because he was worried about his daughter, such as the Guanxin Valley Elder who was looking dead inside the chariot, of course they all knew what happened this time from the disciples of the sect, and they also knew that the Yubei Tomb might not be opened again.

Normally, they would have been shocked by this, but this time they didn't show too much surprise and no violent reaction, because it was even a little bit of a small thing compared to what else happened.

The mysterious bronze ancient ship? where did it come from, where did it go, why did it never appear in the history of the Dao Domain?

Will this change the pattern of the Beihai Cultivator's Realm, and will it become an excuse for the Dao Realm to take the opportunity to attack other sects?

What, that genius girl Yi Shui of Daomen died? What, Xiao Yi, the handsome gentleman of Guanxin Valley, also died?

These things shook the elders of many sects one after another, but it was not this reason that was most surprising.

"What?, the descendant of the Beihai Sword Immortal, is this true?!" the elder who came to meet Emperor Zizhai exclaimed in the carriage.

This elder's name is weak willow, and he is the oldest generation of people in the emperor's house, and the only one who can compete with him in the emperor's house is the great elder, and at the same time, this seems to be the year of the sixtieth year, but the old man who has actually lived for hundreds of years is still the master of the winter guest.

The four passengers in the spring and autumn each sat in a chariot, and the winter guest Hua Linshui sat in his carriage and looked at his master, and quickly recounted the cause and effect.

Elder Weak Willow, whose hair was thin and white, and his body was full of the vicissitudes of time, hesitated, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"Master, what will the sect do?" Hua Linshui asked.

Since the death of the last lord of Zhai - that is, after the death of the emperor's innocent father, the affairs of the emperor have always been in charge of two people, one is the great elder Mr. Yu who has set foot in the netherworld a long time ago, and the other is the weak willow elder who has survived the same age as him, and the two are the same brothers hundreds of years ago, and they are also the only old people of that era who have survived to this day, the prestige of the two is about the same, but the weak willow has not seen through life and death into the netherworld over the years, and there is a gap in the realm.

Weak Liu's opinion will largely determine Emperor Zizhai's attitude towards this matter, so Hua Linshui is very concerned about this.

"Over the years, our two old guys have handled the affairs of the sect in the same way, so it stands to reason that whatever I say is probably what it is, but this time, I can't say for sure. ”

Weak Liu looked at his beloved apprentice and hesitated: "Yu Boya, that old guy is more violent, if he meets that kid named Li Molan, I'm afraid he will never give up, that old guy was when the lord was young, he treated the lord as if he were his own son, but the master died in the hands of the dry wine poem at the peak, he didn't want to give up, the old guy died, he definitely didn't mind venting with the other party's apprentice." ”

Hua Linshui said: "Will Mr. Yu do it himself?"

The great elder of Emperor Zizhai is Yu Boya in the mouth of the weak willow, but more often he is called Mr. Yu by the younger generations, and he is also the only remaining strong man in the Netherworld after the death of Jun Strange in Emperor Zizhai, who has been famous for hundreds of years, like a thousand-year-old tree, extremely powerful, and is one of the reasons why Emperor Zizhai has always been prosperous over the years.

It's just that Mr. Yu's temperament is like a fire, once he gets angry, few people can persuade him, but many years ago, the little uncle of Daomen, Mo Ying, killed the son of God all the way to Zhaishanmen, and he actually made him soft, which is very incredible, and at the same time, it also makes the world sigh the strength of the little uncle of Daomen.

Weak Liu said: "It depends on the attitude of the Daomen, Yu Boya, this old guy probably really doesn't mind doing it to the younger generations, but if the Daomen really wants to protect that young man and let the crazy woman Mo Ying stand up, this old guy really doesn't dare to do it." ”

Hua Linshui asked again: "Then master, what do you think?"

Weak Liu sighed, and the old age spots on his face became more and more obvious: "The old man is reluctant to do anything to the younger generations, but the old bastard of the dry wine poem killed the child who is strange to you, and he really can't swallow this breath...... Even if it wasn't the boy's fault, from the moment he took over the North Sea Dragon Elephant, he had to take on something, even if it was an innocent death. ”

Hua Linshui comforted his master, and then said, "Could it be that the Beihai Sword Immortal is really dead?"

There was still disbelief between the words.

Is the old puppet who came out of the sword out of the immortal to avoid really dead? Looking at Beihai, how many people dare to believe it? How did such a character die? How did he die so lightly that no one noticed?

Weak Liu said calmly: "Dead, died early, died a few years ago, don't say that Yu Boya and I know, Tianchen Lao Dao has also been calculated, the two women in Daomen, and the head of Qiuming Mountain also know, but only a few of us know." ”

He sighed and said: "The old sword fairy died, how could we not know? It's just that we don't want to believe it, we can't believe it, the old puppet from the unknown to the fish leaping dragon gate, and then to the later sword out of the immortal to avoid the world for more than 100 years, this is the most powerful legend in thousands of years, the result of this old puppet died lightly, not in battle, but in time, the years urge people to get old, he is really old and died, not died in battle, we really can't accept this result." ”

He looked at the autumn rain outside the car window, and countless pictures flashed in his eyes: "Although this old guy has a grudge against the Hokkaido Sect, why are we old guys unwilling to tell the news of his death?" Because even if we hate this old horseman, we have to admit that before this old horseman came out, Beihai was really smoky and rotten, but a hundred years later, this Beihai is much more beautiful, but much more comfortable, you see how charming the world is, but if you see the world more than a hundred years ago, you probably can't believe your eyes, right? As long as this old guy is alive for one day, those young people in Beihai must die down, which is why we old guys are unwilling to announce his death. ”

Hua Linshui said curiously: "Master, have you seen that Beihai Sword Immortal?"

Weak Liu suddenly scolded: "That dirty old man, when I first saw it, I thought it was a miserable old man who was driven out of the slum by his children, who knows how the old man is when he opens and closes his mouth, and it is not at all the same as the description of Yushu in the wind, handsome and chic, the world is false, this is all unrecognizable, and what is the graceful and suave, just a sloppy old man." At that moment, the lord of the house had not been killed by the old man, and the old man had talked and laughed with him, who knew that he would kill the master of our house when he turned his head, which made me angry. ”

Dongke Hua Linshui secretly thought master, aren't you always the self-proclaimed old man and old man?

Weak Willow sighed again: "However, in the past thousand years in the Dao Domain, the people who can kill and dare to kill the Netherworld Immortals are probably the only one who is the old horseman, and I have to admire this aspect." ”

Dongke said: "Master, you two still cherish each other?"

Weak Liu said: "How can I cherish each other, at most I pity him, where will he cherish others, his eyes are above the top, and few people really put it in his eyes...... It's probably half of Mo Ying's crazy woman. ”

Dongke shook his head and said back to business: "What is your attitude, master?"

Weak Liu said directly: "That young man is definitely going to die." ”

Dongke nodded, understanding what his master meant, he was an old man talking a lot of nonsense, sighing and sighing, in the end, he didn't maintain the same opinion as Mr. Yu, that is, the young man named Li Molan must die, and he must not live.

She suddenly remembered that her senior brother Jun was not evil, and her heart moved, secretly thinking that there might be some unexpected developments in this matter.

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In Daomen's convoy, Zhao Ziyuan walked into one of the chariots.

Zhao Ziyuan, the dean of the Enlightenment Academy and the Great Elder of the Daomen, personally responded, which can be said to be quite important, especially after listening to the narration of the female disciples of the Daomen, he was not surprised for a long time, but thought for a while, and walked towards the carriage where Yu Huaji was.

Although Yu Huaji was not in a good state at the moment, she still had a conversation with Zhao Ziyuan in the carriage.

Because she knew that if she couldn't show a fairly resolute attitude, her master's attitude towards Li Molan might have some subtle changes.

Zhao Ziyuan listened to her resolute words, and there was some silence, although he was the dean of the Enlightenment Academy and the great elder of the Daomen, but it was about the foundation of the Daomen, of course he could not make a decision easily, the most important thing was that this matter would inevitably alarm Chen Shuisha, and before Chen Shuisha made a decision, he didn't know what the result would be.

Logically speaking, he didn't think that Daomen should shelter that young man, but from a personal emotional point of view, he didn't want the genius boy who could write poems that made his eyes shine and fell before he rose to the top of the academy assessment rankings, and he was a reasonable person, he didn't have much hatred for dry wine poems, and even more admiration, and for this young man, he was also shocked by the heavens, and he had the mind of cherishing his talents, and now he had the resolute attitude of a saint, which made him feel very contradictory.

Zhao Ziyuan is very old, he is the absolute older generation of Daomen, he is not only the dean of the Daoist Academy, but also the great elder of the Daomen, even Chen Shuisha, the master of Yu Huaji, cannot ignore his opinions many times.

So he also knew that he had to have a clear attitude.

It didn't take long for him to end the conversation, firstly, Yu Huaji's body could not support it, and secondly, he was hesitant in his heart.

He stepped out of the carriage and came to the side of the road, and the autumn rain in the sky was coming, but it could not be contaminated with him.

The students of the Enlightenment Academy in the carriages of the convoy looked at Mr. Dean in surprise and hurriedly saluted.

Zhao Ziyuan responded one by one while walking along the road, and felt a little tired after a while.

Physically exhausted, and even more worried in his heart, he saw a lot of things from the saint's resolute attitude, not just to repay his kindness, but also some children's affection that even Yu Huaji himself didn't know, these things could be seen at a glance for the old and sophisticated Zhao Ziyuan, and this was the source of his headache. (To be continued.) )