At the entrance of the Taoist Palace, at the end of the Shinto, Li Molan sat cross-legged, seriously looking at the secret book of the True Dao in his hand, every word in his heart, and his expression was focused to the extreme, as if a famous painter was meticulously completing his final creation. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sky was bright, and many days had passed.

Of course, the disciples of the Dao Sect also knew that the Beihai Sword Immortal Descendant had walked up to the top of the mountain on the night more than ten days ago, and had never come down since then, they could all vaguely guess why, but they didn't understand why the young man hadn't come down for such a long time, what was he doing on it, or was he dead?

The possibility of the latter is really not high, and the ancestor will not do anything to damage the reputation of the Daomen, so what exactly is he doing is something that many Daomen disciples are curious about.

The last Daomen disciple who had seen Li Molan was naturally the senior brother Xie Zhongqing, who had always been known for his iron face in the Daomen, and many Daomen disciples inquired and asked curiously, which made Xie Zhongqing simply annoyed.

He himself just sent the other party to Shinto to leave conveniently, and how did he know what he was going to do, and he himself was very curious about it, but after all, he didn't have the courage to tiptoe to the top of the mountain.

Zi Xiaoxiao asked about the cause and effect from his master Kong He, and he didn't quite understand what Li Molan wanted to do, exchanging the favor of the Daomen for the secret book of the True Dao, so wouldn't the Daomen want him to die even more, how could he help, what was he thinking?

But in the past two days, half of my mind has to be put in another place.

The house arrest of the Daomen saintess is something that has never happened in the history of the Daomen, but this is not only Chen Shuisha's acquiescence, but more importantly, the unscrupulous little uncle did it himself, and how can a saint who has not yet taken power resist?

What's more, in the face of this pair of senior sisters who lived hundreds of years ago to the present, even the elders of the Dao Sect did not dare to have the slightest opinion.

When Zi Xiaoxiao learned about this situation from Yu Huaji's personal maidservant Long Xingyao, she was like falling into an ice cellar.

She was now finally sure of how far her master had decided on this matter.

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Halfway up the mountain, in the middle of the snowy forest.

The snow was clustered and accumulated in the treetops, and many branches could not bear such a burden and bent down.

There is a small building in the woods.

In the boudoir of the two-story building, Yu Huaji looked at the black barrier in front of her with a pale face, and her eyes faintly showed sadness and despair.

She held the Virgin's sword, her right arm trembling, as if the bowstring was so taut that it was about to break.

Her injuries have not healed yet, and the most important thing is that although the poison has been suppressed, there is still the possibility of an outbreak, and at this time, she should try to avoid running the aura at full strength.

But just now, in an instant, she used all the four swords of Heavenly Punishment, Red Luan, Heavenly Cry, and Dhara in the Holy Maiden's Swordsmanship, which was already full of strength, and it could also be regarded as a wound for her who had not healed from her injuries.

Yu Huaji bit her lip and looked at this layer of black barrier as light as mist, raised her sword several times, but put it down again.

How could she break the ban laid by Uncle Xiaoshi?

Even if she used all the four swords of the Holy Maiden's swordsmanship like a madness and consumed a body of aura, it couldn't change the fact that she couldn't do anything.

This is the heavenly moat in the realm, and the faint black barrier is like an impassable ravine, separating her from the outside world.

Yu Huaji understood what this layer of prohibition meant, and she also knew what direction the situation might have developed without her presence, a series of possibilities made her grasp the hilt of the Holy Maiden's sword even tighter, but even so, what was the use?

Uncle Xiao has decided to put her under house arrest, so what power can she resist?

What's more, this is likely to be a decision made by the little uncle and the master, the girl thought of these possibilities, and her face became a little paler, just like the snow white xuan on the case.

She had to get out of here, she had to come forward in person, or no one would save him, and everyone would watch him die.

It was a situation she didn't want to see.

A woman appeared in front of her, suddenly, but not abruptly.

The white mist suddenly rose, and she walked out of it, and the white mist went out again, and she stayed where she was.

Like a ghostly figure.

Yu Huaji bit her lip and shouted, "Master." ”

The person who came was not the famous Daomen uncle Mo Ying, but her master Chen Shuisha.

Chen Shuisha looked at the unfamiliar eyes of his female apprentice, with a slight mixed feelings in his heart, but he didn't have much loss, and said softly: "Forget that young man." ”

Yu Huaji understood what the master meant, but she didn't understand why she was like this, the amiable master from childhood to adulthood was so angry in her eyes for the first time, and she could hardly overlap with the shadow of the past.

She was silent for a long time before she asked softly, "Why?"

Her voice was quiet, but firm and powerful, and it was her inquiry, and it was also a question.

Chen Shuisha looked at the stubborn eyes of her lover and the question, she sighed secretly in her heart, and then said: "The Daomen can't keep him." ”

Yu Huaji said softly: "For the prosperity of the Daomen?"

Chen Shuisha wanted to speak and stopped: "It's good if you understand." ”

Yu Huaji shook his head: "I don't understand, master, what you have told me since I was a child is that I have a way, and I can't take revenge, no matter how good the heroes of the world are, they all insist on their own truth, so they can become heroes, but now you want me to give up him, give up his kindness to me, give up his sacrifice for my life and never give up, I don't understand or understand, you said that everything in the world makes sense, we have to stand on the truth and do things, but what you are doing now, is it reasonable?"

These words are heart-wrenching, although the voice is calm but faintly trembling, and this faint trilling is even more full of the meaning of gnashing teeth.

Chen Shuisha didn't expect that her well-behaved and sensible female apprentice would say this, and she couldn't answer immediately for a while.

As if to organize the language and find words, she said after a long time: "People will grow up, and when they grow up, they can't think about things like children." ”

These words seem reasonable, and there are even a lot of serious words like life experience, but Yu Huaji still shook her head.

This is a strong rhetoric.

Thinking so, she suddenly realized that for the first time in her life, she doubted what her master had taught.

Yu Hua Ji said stubbornly: "The grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by a spring, this is the truth, and the grace is as heavy as a mountain but ungrateful, sometimes it can be understood, but it must not be forgiven, because it is unreasonable." ”

Chen Shuisha couldn't answer, and after a while, he brought up another question.

"Do you like that boy?" she finally asked the question that had been hidden in her heart.

The air seemed to freeze suddenly.

Yu Huaji was stunned.

She didn't expect her master to ask such a question.

The change in topic was a bit abrupt, but for some reason, maybe it was because the master and apprentice had become completely accustomed to each other's existence over the years, and they didn't feel any change in the atmosphere.

The girl was not too nervous and flustered, and she did not show any shyness or even shame like an ordinary little girl.

She looked down in thought, then raised her head again, looked at her master with clear eyes, and asked, "What do you mean by liking?"

She has been cultivating in the mountains for more than ten years, never thought about this problem, and never noticed any man who showed his admiration for her, in her eyes, the love of men and women is still a very strange thing, she doesn't understand, she doesn't understand, she doesn't understand, and she is not interested, but she has a clear understanding between ignorance, if she likes a thing alone, she has a lot of favorite things, but she likes a man, but it is the first time she is asked, and she is caught off guard, she also wants to know one thing, that is, the so-called like for men, and what is the difference between other likes？

Chen Shuisha said: "Between husband and wife. ”

Yu Huaji understood what she meant, and then thought about it seriously.

There was a lovely look of distress between the eyebrows.

She tried to find some memories that could be used as references, and then she searched the depths of her memory, and the images appeared in front of the girl's eyes like a movie roll.

There is life and death on the snow field, there is a dream in the snow field stone hall, there is the sentence in the depths of the wasteland, "I would rather die in front of you than watch you die", and there is also the peerless romance of standing in front of me at the last moment to control the seven divine swords.

In those days, did the teenagers and girls look like a pair of outlaw mandarin ducks who shared weal and woe?

A happy smile suddenly appeared on her face, as if she had found the answer.

Then she looked at her master and said, "I should like him." ”

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The immortals of Yubei read the secret book of the truth and read it for 7749 days.

Li Molan only watched it for half a month, and then recorded all the content in her heart, word for word, as if she had an unforgettable talent.

At the beginning of that big dream, he had already recited the secret book of the true path with Zhang Chunsheng in the dream, and this time he picked it up again, and the familiar feeling in his heart spontaneously appeared, although these contents were not kept in his heart because of the spring and autumn dream, but the familiarity was retained, and it gave him great help at this moment.

If he could, in fact, he hoped that he could emulate Zhang Chunsheng, an immortal in northern Yubei, here, watch the ups and downs of the sea of clouds and understand life, and realize the Tao overnight.

But he couldn't do that because he didn't have time.

From the time the people of Emperor Zizhai returned to the mountain gate to their arrival in Lin'an City, there was a time difference of about a month, and this was Li Molan's only chance to escape.

It is impossible for him to wait for those who are hostile to him to gather together and then come to the door, and then decide life and death, after all, he is not the kind of peerless hero who has been going to be by tens of millions of people, let alone a peerless fierce man who can fight a group, in his opinion, this approach is tantamount to looking for death, he would rather go home like a down-and-out refugee and pack up the soft package and run away, down-and-out is down-and-out, shame is shame, but no one really wants to die, and in order to keep the honor of the old sword immortal, this kind of thing is really not suitable for him, and the descendants of the Beihai sword fairy can't escapeIn his opinion, in the future, he will find a comfortable and quiet place to practice, slowly cultivate the Tao and martial arts, and that kind of comfortable and spiritual life is what he yearns for.

Close the Secret Book of the True Path and place it next to the stone steps in front of the temple.

The daytime is bright, the autumn sun is warm, and it is not dazzling, and it shines like countless undulating golden waves on the Shinto.

Li Molan smiled with satisfaction and walked forward along the Shinto Path, as if walking on the head of a golden wave.

Now, it's time to go down.

Now, you can leave Lin'an City. (To be continued.) )