"Liu Yu, you've been there for the past few days. "That green-robed Taoist is Mo Song Bangyin, the steward of Yulin Pavilion, and when he saw Liu Yu, he actually had it

Somewhat erratically stood up from behind their desks.

"Hey, Liu Yu, your master was out of the customs two days ago. Song Bangyin's expression was a little sad, which made Liu Yu's heart move and made him feel faintly

to uneasiness.

"Liu Yu, your master is out of the customs, but ......" Song Bangyin hesitated Liu Yu a little

Liu Yu hurriedly turned around again, looked at Song Bangyin, the uneasiness in his heart became even stronger, and he asked, "Uncle Song, is it my teacher?"

What happened to my father?

Song Bangyin's appearance of wanting to speak and stopping made Liu Yu's heart hang, and his palms were sweating because of nervousness.

"Liu Yu, you have to be mentally prepared!" Song Bangyin groaned for a moment, but said such a sentence and looked at Liu Yu's gaze

In between, with a hint of pity.

"Could it be ......" Liu Yu's heart shook violently, and his body couldn't help shaking, but he actually took a step back. He asked in a trembling voice, "Could it be that my teacher."

Father and He ......"

Song Bangyin didn't say anything, and nodded solemnly.

His action almost made Liu Yu collapse, Liu Yu only felt that the heaven and earth in front of him collapsed in an instant, and his head seemed to be covered by a nine heavens

The angry thunder bombarded him so that he couldn't distinguish between east and west, north and south.

A line of hot tears flowed down his face, and Master's kind face surged in his mind, but at this time, he and Master were the same

Heaven and man are separated forever. Before Master's retreat, I already knew that this was Master's last chance.

His master was over 150 years old, and the deadline would come at any time, but when the master really died, he couldn't accept it. Wan Ling

For Liu Yu, Blood Moon is no longer a simple master.

"Liu Yu, you have to mourn and change!" Song Bangyin couldn't help but see that Liu Yu's face was so sad that he knew about his master's death

voice comforted.

Too forgetful, too ruthless, in fact, people who cultivate the Tao generally take life and death very lightly, and the more profound the Taoist cultivators, the more

Disregard for life and death. However, Liu Yu is not a cultivator, he is a martial artist.

He has feelings, and his feelings are still very rich, cultivating martial arts is actually cultivating people, martial arts is also humane, seven emotions and six desires, this is a surname.

Since it is a person's original surname, it should not be given up. Therefore, Liu Yu will not and does not have to hide his inner feelings, but vents his sadness to the fullest.

"Uncle Song, when did this happen? Liu Yu let the tears blur his eyes, and he didn't reach out to wipe them, he was sad

Xiang Song Bangyin asked.

"Your master was sitting down last night, he couldn't let go of you and wanted to see you, but ......" Song Bangyin said with some emotion.

Although Ling Xueyue and him are not the kind of brother and sister relationship of the same master, his friendship with Ling Xueyue is still good.

Song Bangyin is a cultivator, and the cultivator pays attention to abandoning the seven emotions and six desires, although Ling Xueyue is his senior brother, if he can't cultivate to it

In the realm of immortals, people will eventually die, but Song Bangyin does not look too sad.

In the Longteng Realm, cultivators pay attention to the understanding of the way of heaven, the Tao is natural, there is life and death, and there is prosperity when there is dryness, which is the law of the cycle of heaven and earth

Naturally, it is the view of the ascetic.

"Master...... The apprentice is not filial!" Liu Yu looked up to the sky and burst into tears, but his appearance caused the surrounding disciples to be shocked

I looked at him in amazement.

"This is what your master asked me to give you!" At this time, Song Bangyin took out a package and a purple seal under the table

A stick carved with a simple pattern.

Liu Yu endured his grief and reached out to take the package and the stick with tears. This stick is like wood but not wood, like iron but not iron, but I don't know if it's used

He was cast, and the appearance looked a bit like the hilt of a sword, and it was a little heavy to start with.

This short stick-like thing, according to Liu Yu's master, Ling Xueyue, was in their vein along with the Demon God's cultivation technique

The ancestor got it. It should be something extraordinary.

But after several generations of Gu Fei's vein, there is nothing extraordinary about this purple short stick, and it is not a thing to look at horizontally and vertically

Something outstanding.

"Uncle, where is my master's old man's burial? I want to go and pay respects. Liu Yu asked in a deep voice, his voice full of sadness.

Ling Xueyue and Liu Yu, although the two are masters and apprentices, they are like father and son. didn't see the last time the master, Liu Yu was already extremely regretful

In addition to grief, there is also self-blame in his heart.

"Your master is buried in the cemetery in the gate, and when you enter the cemetery, you can see it. Song Bangyin replied.

As soon as Song Bangyin's words were finished, Liu Yu rushed out of the Yulin Pavilion. Song Bangyin seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't stop

Liu Yu.

On the back mountain of Tianxuanmen, halfway up the mountain, there is a special place, where the grass is green and the flowers are fragrant, if there is no piece of monument

Forest, it is not an exaggeration to call it a garden.

Here, it is the cemetery of Tianxuanmen, the burial place of the disciples of the past dynasties. After all, not everyone can cultivate the Immortal God Dao, big

Once the limit arrives, it will return to reincarnation and turn into a pile of loess.

The whole cemetery was silent, and there was not a single sound.

In an inconspicuous corner on the periphery of the cemetery, a figure stood quietly in front of a small low tomb, motionless, he was ancient

Liu Yu.

He stood dumbfounded, from morning to noon, and from noon to evening. The remnant sun is like blood, reflecting the mountains, dyeing the mountains red, again

It is a time of falling, and the afterglow of the fall renders the cemetery solemn and a little weird.

The low tomb is inconspicuous, it can be said to be very simple, only a tombstone, no flowers, a simple small earthen bag

, the dirt is new.

Who doesn't die in life? No matter how gorgeous you are, or mediocre people, in the end, it's just a pile of loess, and there is no difference. People die

If the lights go out, who will remember, and who will remember that there was such a person in this world?

The essence of cultivation is actually to go against the sky, whether it is to cultivate martial arts or cultivate the Tao, it is to fight with the sky. If you succeed, you will enjoy a long life, and if you fail,

and disappeared into heaven and earth, and all things dissipated.

Although a cultivator is said to be obedient to the destiny of heaven, but at the same time of obeying the mandate of heaven, how can he not break through the mandate of heaven?

Liu Yu's master, Ling Xueyue, did not take that step in the last retreat, and could not get rid of his limit. When the deadline comes, it will be

To sit down. This is the ** rule of heaven and earth, and no one can take it off.

When the last rays of sunlight disappeared below the horizon, Liu Yu came back from his grief and brought a pot of fine wine

Sprinkled in front of the grave of his master Ling Xueyue, then turned around and walked out of the cemetery.

The dead are gone, even if it is grieved, what is the use? The moment Liu Yu walked out of the cemetery, his gaze became extremely firm, and then his head was also

Without looking back, he stepped on the gravel path in front of the cemetery and strode away.

The old man was very old, his teeth seemed to have fallen out, and his head was sparsely covered with a few white and yellowish heads, and his face was wrinkled

The tattoo is like the bark of an old tree, and it is almost impossible to distinguish his face.

The old man staggered into the cemetery, his eyes were cloudy, and there was no fluctuation of strength on his body, but his waist was straight. This is

An old man who is so ordinary that he can't be ordinary anymore, and he is an old man who is about to die.

The old man picked a bouquet of white flowers around the cemetery, then walked through the graves and planted a bouquet in front of each grave

Blossoms.

No matter how big or small the grave is, no matter how prominent the person in the grave once was, or how unknown the person is, there is no old man

The exception is to put a bouquet of flowers in front of the grave, and none of them are missing.

When the last bouquet of flowers remained in the old man's hand, he stood in front of a new grave, and he did not stop at any of them, but, never

In front of the last new grave, stopped.

A low small tomb, a pile of loess, an ordinary stone tablet is erected in front of the loess, and five words are written on the stone wall: Ling Xueyue's Tomb. not

There is a payment, which is five words.

The old man's cloudy gaze lingered on the tombstone for a long time, and at last, he seemed to sigh, and then shook his hand, and lifted the white beam

Flowers were planted in the dirt in front of the tombstones.

The old man turned and staggered out of the cemetery, into the small hut near the entrance of the cemetery, and then heard a creak and shut

wooden doors.

At this time, the smoke in the cemetery seemed to be thicker, and the graves loomed in the fog, as if they were real and illusory.

On the trail in the back mountain, a person stopped Liu Yu. The man was a teenager, a teenager in a white wide robe.

When he saw this young man, Liu Yu's eyes narrowed into a line, because he knew this young man, and he knew this young man's cultivation even more

For.

This is a teenager who is hard to forget after taking a look. He was draped in black casually on his shoulders, his face was like a knife, and his long eyebrows were in his temples

, a pair of eyes as bright as stars, he is one of the few young masters of the young generation of Tianxuanmen - Aoqi Peak.

"I didn't believe it when I heard that you defeated Lin Yuanzhi, but now it seems that it is really true. Aoqifeng's words were very flat,

There was even a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

However, Liu Yu felt a strong pressure on Ao Qifeng's body, this young master is not simple, as in the legend

The same, is the leader of the younger generation in the door.

"What, do you want to stand out for the surname Lin?" Liu Yu looked directly at Ao Qifeng, his gaze was as sharp as a blade, he was not afraid of the oppression given to him by the other party

Sense, what about the rare young master in the door, he can't do anything to me.

Ao Qifeng smiled, his handsome face seemed to be very brilliant, and a compelling momentum suddenly swept out of him, like a stormy wave

Generally, the grass and trees on both sides of the trail will automatically rise up without wind.

"Your master has just passed away, and I don't want to do anything with you, but you have to hand over Lin Yuanzhi's talisman to me. "Aoqi Peak is demeanor

Calm, light and light, but imposing.

He did this, although he couldn't say it, but it was no different from doing it. Perhaps, he wanted to give Liu Yu a dismount and force Liu Yu to give in.

"Hmph! If the person surnamed Lin wants to get that talisman back, then ask him to get it himself!" Liu Yu's eyes flickered, and the flesh under his clothes began

Tight, he is like a foraging cheetah, which can burst out at any time.

Ao Qifeng touched his chin and stared at Liu Yu with interest, his eyes flickered, as if he was smiling, but he didn't know what he was thinking, after a while

, he said: "Okay, very good, there is really a kind!" As he spoke, Ao Qifeng turned around and left.

Liu Yu couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Ao Qifeng leave like this, he knew that Ao Qifeng was actually a child of a cultivation family, it seemed

I have some friendship with Lin Yuanzhi. Why did he let himself go so easily?

But one thing Liu Yu can be sure of, he refused to hand over the talisman that he had snatched from Lin Yuanzhi, and he had already offended Ao Qifeng.

"One year from now, it's the ten-year test period, don't let me down. At this time, Aoqifeng's words came from the front, this

The voice seemed to ring in Liu Yu's ears.

"The art of sound transmission?" Liu Yu was stunned, and at the same time, his heart was awe-inspiring, he immediately understood Aoqifeng's intentions, and Aoqifeng actually wanted to be in front of Quan

Body the same door face, defeat yourself.

The ten-year test of Tianxuanmen is also the time when the mountain gate is opened to accept disciples, and those who win the top ten in the big test can get the rewards in the door. prize

Among the encouragement, there is the elixir that helps the disciples in the sect to condense the Dao Pill.

"Ning Ling Pill, I don't cultivate the Dao Method, I don't walk the Taoist Nine Turns Jindan Avenue, this thing is useless to me, but...... you

If Ao Qifeng wants to humiliate me in front of everyone when he is tested, it is a dream. Liu Yu looked at the direction in which Aoqi Peak disappeared,

There was a glint in his eyes.

Liu Yu knew very well that with the help of the Chaos Jade Pendant, his cultivation degree was ten times faster, and if others cultivated for one year, then he would be equivalent to ten years of cultivation.

In this way, within a year, his cultivation of the Sixth Heaven of Fan Wu was promoted to the Seventh Heaven, which was an ironclad matter. Fan Wu VII

The cultivators of the Heavy Heaven have an obvious advantage over the cultivators of the Seven Heavens of Mortal Martial Arts.

Martial artists have powerful bodies, while cultivators do not, and martial artists' combat skills are enough to compete with Dao Arts, even more powerful than Dao Arts. cause

It is a combat skill, and the reason why it is called a combat skill is that it is a stunt that has been tempered thousands of times in actual combat.

Compared with Dao Technique, the killing surname of the combat skill is I don't know how many times heavier.

That Aoqi Peak, his cultivation seems to be in the realm of the Seven Heavens of Mortal Martial Arts.

Thinking of this, a sneer appeared at the corner of Liu Yu's mouth, and then he strode forward, he had buried his grief deep in his heart, and he wanted to melt

Grief is power, and this demon god exercise taught by the master is cultivated to the extreme, so that all those who underestimate this practice are ashamed of their ignorance

Ashamed.

Soon, Liu Yu's figure disappeared at the end of this gravel path. (To be continued.) )