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Master Deadwood disagreed.

In his opinion, Bu Shishu was indeed the most outstanding cultivator today, and he never thought that he was exaggerating in any way.

However, "the first in the Sword Realm, the Dao Gate is unparalleled", talking about the cultivation talent in the Heavenly Sword Sect is undoubtedly a bit of a feeling of selling a big axe in front of Luban.

Therefore, the national teacher could still hold his breath, he took two steps forward, sat down on a stone that was bare from the ground, and looked at the vast mountains.

"Actually, the old man came here because he was entrusted by His Majesty. ”

Liu Qingfeng was silent, and sat aside, but he already knew what Deadwood was about to say.

"His Royal Highness Yueyue released the King of the Demon Dragon, I am afraid that in ten years, the demon clan will rise again and invade the world, and I am afraid that the lives will be ruined at that time. The Heavenly Sword Sect is the head of the cultivation world, so it should take precautions as soon as possible. ”

After Master Deadwood finished speaking, he slightly tilted his head to look at the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Liu Qingfeng looked at a fallen leaf in the distance and flew to the ground, was silent for a moment, and said:

In fact, as long as you practice more benevolent government, everything will be within the way of heaven. The way of heaven does not change, and the demonic barrier will naturally not be arrogant, and occasionally it will breed, but it will only fend for itself. ”

When he had finished speaking, he twisted his beard and groaned.

These words came from the Dao Sect Ancestor, and they were also regarded as the golden rule by all the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Deadwood looked down at the solemn Heavenly Sword Temple, remembering that he had heard similar words when he was very young, and now when he heard it again from the mouth of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he actually felt like he had been empowered.

Many of the truths in cultivation are like the Tao of the world, and perhaps these cultivators are well known to everyone, but it is far more difficult to practice them than to say them.

When I heard this sentence again, it was already a year, and my cultivation was almost complete, and my feelings were really not ordinarily deep.

Deadwood suddenly felt that his trip was a little redundant, but there was still an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

"It's the old monk who is too worried!"

After the dead wood finished speaking, he gently slapped his knee, closed his eyes for a moment, thought about some questions clearly, stood up and didn't speak, Huo Ran volleyed away.

He did not say goodbye, but he walked very resolutely.

Because in his opinion, everything that should be said has been said, and there is no need to say anything else, so it comes like a breeze and goes like a pine wave.

This is exactly the demeanor of a high monk.

Tui Ji heard the call of the master, hurriedly said goodbye to Zhuo Zangfeng, in order to show his respect for the Heavenly Sword Sect, he walked out of the mountain gate to run the true yuan with confidence, and the royal qi was in the air, catching up with the master, and going back to Chang'an together.

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Tui Ji came on this trip, not only to solve his personal problems, but also to solve the doubts in Zhuo Zangfeng's heart by the way.

At least he knew that Yao Caiwei was thinking about herself, so Zhuo Zangfeng felt that life was full of fun.

In the past, he was bent on retiring from marriage and rescuing the old monster, but at this time, because of the two mysterious princesses, there was a gentle and charming scenery in his life.

His Royal Highness Yueyue gave him a lot of tenderness that he had never endured, and Princess Yuqing gave him warm affection.

And what is quite interesting is that Princess Yuqing gave her warmth with gentleness, and Her Royal Highness Yueyue brought him warmth with warmth.

After Deadwood's visit, Liu Qingfeng's teachings to him suddenly became extremely harsh.

Twelve hours a day, he was watched almost every moment, urging him to work hard.

Sometimes when he remembered the wild horse-like freedom when he first joined the outer disciple array, Zhuo Zangfeng was nostalgic for a while.

Now that he has become a caged bird, in addition to cultivation is practice, many times he rolls his eyes and looks at the white-haired master, and he really wants to shout out under the grievance in his heart: You, a junior, think that you can command others at will if you are in charge, but I am a disciple of Daozu Guanmen.

Once, he had just been lazy and stared for a while, and in his sleep he said something that he usually didn't dare to say.

"Liu Qingfeng, I'm a disciple of Dao Ancestor, you remember it for me...... Stay and drag the head of the sect down and beat the fifty boards ......"

Then he felt a heavy blow on his head, and suddenly woke up, and saw Liu Zhangjiao looking at him with a smile, and then flexed his fingers and struck his head again and again without mercy.

"You guy who doesn't grow up, after blaspheming Dao Ancestor!"

"No, where do I dare?" he discerned, running away.

Liu Qingfeng saw him walk to the peach tree and sighed, "Take a day off and get a good night's sleep." ”

He returned to his room rejoicing, but lay down without sleep. simply got up, brought the Qingfeng Dao Sword from the house, and went to the peach forest to continue practicing the sword.

Thinking of the speed of Bu Shishu's rapid progress, and thinking of the mysterious and vast "Heavenly Machine Divine Jian", he didn't dare to slack off.

Now I practice swords, not only for the two-year appointment, but also to see the master as soon as possible and rescue the old monster as soon as possible.

The peach forest is red for 3,000 zhang, less than an inch of Qingfeng.

Honestly according to the Heavenly Sword Sect's swordsmanship drill, the sword blade was born from the sword for the first time, and a three-inch sword light was regenerated, and then converted into sword qi, and finally condensed into sword intent.

The peach forest is fragrant, and when you practice swords in this magical forest, the sword energy can get the aura of flower petals.

Whether it is a warm spring or a severe winter snow, this peach forest blooms all year round.

Sometimes countless bees will fly in and be stabbed by Zhuo Zangfeng, who is high in sword practice, and then you can find that these bees have turned into white flowers.

Zhuo Zangfeng already knew that these bees condensed with white petals were actually the work of the Dan Dao Grandmaster known as the "Sea Dry Stone Rotten Rejuvenation Hand".

Looking at the peach blossoms, she often thinks of the peach grove in the Holy Princess's Manor, and remembers that Yueyue once had a heart-to-heart conversation with him in the forest.

His Royal Highness Yueyue has never been defensive about people, and told him all the things in her heart, such as Her Royal Highness did not dare to look at Mingyue alone, because she missed her relatives in her homeland.

It's a pity that when he came to the Heavenly Sword Sect, he didn't bring a whimper, Zhuo Zangfeng thought abruptly, otherwise he would be able to hear it if he played a song.

He can't say clearly about Yueyue's feelings.

Comparing her with Yao Caiwei, Zhuo Zangfeng will happily admit that he likes Yao Caiwei, or that he loves Yao Caiwei, and is willing to marry her as his wife.

But for Yueyue, this feeling is much more complicated.

Seeing Yueyue's lost and unhappy appearance, he would be very sad, and seeing her happy and cheerful expression, he would be even happier than Yueyue.

But Yueyue always gave him a feeling, or delusion, of standing up to protect her from harm. But many times, it is the moon that helps him the most.

"What is this? Shouldn't I protect Yueyue? None of the things I promised her have come true. Zhuo Zangfeng looked at Dan Dingfeng and thought to himself.

He knew that he felt sorry for Yueyue, knew that he was rejoicing in Yueyue's joy, and he was worried about her sorrow.

But can you say you love her?

Zhuo Zangfeng plunged his sword into the dirt, looked at Luo Ying, and kept asking himself.