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He glanced at Lichen who was sitting in the mountain pavilion again, and said that after retreating, the other party didn't even raise his eyelids. There was a hidden anger in his heart, but he was quickly suppressed by him again, the disciples of the Luofu Sword Sect have always been arrogant, and Luofu Lichen is especially so. His purpose today was just to know the strength of the Kunlun heirs through Lichen.

A ball of cyan sword light appeared, enveloping the long eyebrows in it, rising into the sky and disappearing into the sky. When he was in the air, he still glanced at the mountain, and he could no longer see the figure of Lichen sitting alone in the mountain pavilion, but he could imagine it, and he couldn't help but say in his heart: "One day, this heaven and earth will know the long eyebrows of Shushan." ”

At this time, the world can be said to be in troubled times, and the countries of Kyushu are fighting in chaos. Relatively speaking, Heqian Village is relatively calm. Because it is far away from the big city, the chaos has not yet manifested itself in Heqian Village. But today one person came, and the whole village rushed to see it. Or not one, but a group, but they only know one in this group, but this one is enough to shake the entire Heqian Village and even ten miles and eight towns.

She is Yan Luoniang, Yan Luoniang who was taken away by a mysterious woman in the River Temple. And it can be said that Chen Jing's life-saving benefactor, who has disappeared without a trace for so many years, Chen Jing only knew from the mouth of the big red shrimp that he was taken away by a woman. And the villagers of Heqian Village didn't know that Yan Luoniang came to the River Temple on the snow road after the death of Yan's father, wearing a heavy filial piety, and the weather was very bad that day, although some people saw Yan Luoniang to the edge of the river embankment, but they didn't see her come back, nor did they see her and the mysterious woman walking away in the clouds. They all thought that they had thrown themselves into the Jing River, but they didn't see Yan Luoniang's body. After so many years, most of the adults of that year have already grown old, and a group of people of the same size are also in their thirties and forties, and some of the children in the family have already married and had children.

When they saw Yan Luoniang walking from outside the village with a group of people, many people were dumbfounded, they didn't expect that Yan Luoniang was not only alive, but also still so young. Now they knew that Yan Luoniang was no longer what she used to be, and she was no longer the little fishing girl whose fate was involuntary.

There was a deserted house at the back of the village in front of the river, and in front of the house stood seven young men and women, all of whom had a clear breath, apparently cultivators.

"Senior sister, is this where you grew up?"

Said a man with a small beard under his chin, looking twenty-seven or eighteen years old. Although he can't say how handsome he looks, that small handful of beard makes his whole person look more chic. There is a feeling of watching the years flow from the beginning.

Yan Luoniang nodded in response, and a woman next to her said: "Senior sister, the Heqian Village you said is not very good, that is, there is no spiritual vein, and it is not a place where feng shui spirits gather, why bother to come back, once you have embarked on the path of cultivation, you will cut off all the dust." ”

"It's Senior Sister." Yan Luoniang replied in a low voice.

"Master, let us travel the world and practice the Dao Heart, let's leave here tomorrow." The senior sister who looked a little strong said.

"Senior sister, can you stay here for a few more days, I'll ......" Yan Luoniang looked at the senior sister next to her, who was a little higher than herself, with a strong and domineering personality, and said in a low voice.

"Once you have entered the gate of the Immortal Dao, you must cut off the worldly involvement, this is the tempering of your Dao heart, the less you worry about people's hearts, so that you can do everything without stagnation in your heart." The senior sister said sternly.

"It's Senior Sister, then I'll go to my father's grave to finish the incense, and then go to the River Temple and leave." Yan Luoniang lowered her head and said, looked back at the overgrown house behind her, and added a sentence in her heart: "I'll never come back." ”

"River Temple?"

"Whoa......" Someone next to him who had not spoken laughed out loud and said, "Senior sister, your identity is different now, if you re-enter the River Temple, it will be a loss of master's face." ”

"Senior sister, don't go to this river temple, just a small river god, I can't stand your worship." The senior sister said.

"Yes, senior sister, you are no longer a mortal person, the river god is just a small god, and he can't afford your worship."

"I just wanted to check it out." Yan Luoniang said in a low voice, among the senior brothers and sisters of the same sect in his master's sect, all of them are above the top, even in those disciples of the big sects of the Daomen, they will not be weaker by half a point, let alone facing the little river god.

They saw that Yan Luoniang insisted on going, but they just looked at it with hateful eyes, and some of them were a little playful. For them, although Yan Luoniang is their youngest disciple, she is also the disciple that the master cares about the most, and all the Taoism is taught by the master himself. And most of the others are taught by the senior brother and the second senior sister. Yan Luoniang is a smart and agile girl, how could she not feel the strangeness in the eyes of other senior brothers and sisters, so she has always rarely spoken in the teacher's door, except for practice or practice, if it wasn't for the master to let her senior brother and second sister go down the mountain to practice together, I am afraid that she is still practicing in the mountain.

When the elder brother went down the mountain and asked her if she wanted to go home to see it, her longing for Heqian Village immediately came flooding back. However, everything has long been wrong, and the childhood playmate is about to grow old, just like the transparent jade has been polished by the years without a trace of luster.

She walked alone in the village, walking the countless roads she had walked when she was a child, and looking at the roads and houses that had not changed, she felt very strange. The curious children behind him kept following, and there were always adults in awe in the distance.

Finally someone came to talk to him, and it was the current patriarch. Yan Luoniang tried her best to make herself look the same as before, but in exchange for awe. This is not what Yan Luoniang wants. The patriarch dodged and asked Yan Luoniang if she was already practicing, Yan Luoniang nodded, the patriarch became more and more awe-inspired, and he didn't dare to speak easily in front of Luo Niang. It was Luo Niang who was asking all the time, and the patriarch was answering.

She knew what the patriarch was afraid of, and Father Yan didn't have a good relationship with him back then. She also remembered one time when her father almost got into a fight with him. At that time, the young Luo Niang still wanted to fight with her father, but with the death of her father that year, and the moment she braved the wind and snow to step into the river temple and follow the woman into the air, the fate with this river front village was broken.

She still vividly remembers her master saying, "Your fate with this Heqian Village is over. And when he went down the mountain this time, although the master didn't say anything, the senior brother asked him where he was going. When he said that he wanted to go home and have a look, none of the senior sisters objected, and now he thinks that they want to completely cut off their involvement with this world.

Sighing secretly, he looked at this familiar and unfamiliar village. She suddenly had an illusion in her heart, as if everything she had done when she was a child was just a dream, not true or real.

Walking around, she walked to the east of the village, listening to the whispers of the village in her ears, all like the sound of mosquitoes and flies, no longer letting a trace of waves in her heart.

In the distance, she saw the river temple on the embankment, and the sound of the waves crashing on the bank in her ears finally felt a hint of familiarity. But at the same time, she frowned again, for she saw a woman digging the base of the river temple with a hoe.

She was shocked in her heart, could it be that the river god was no longer there, otherwise how could she let others dig down the river temple. One step out, I couldn't help but use the Dao method to shrink the ground into inches, and in one step, I had already arrived in front of the river temple, looking at the woman who was sweating profusely and digging the foundation of the river temple.

When she came closer, Luo Niang found that the woman who dug the foundation of the wall turned out to have mana, but it was not profound. Looking at the hoe digging up the soil, Luo Niang sensed the breath in the river temple again, and breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, although she did not clearly find the existence of the river god, she didn't feel that this river temple looked like a ruined temple.

She looked at the woman carefully, obviously she had mana, but she was useless, and the hoe she used was also a mortal hoe.

"What a deep hatred."

Yan Luoniang suddenly sighed in her ears, and when she looked back, she saw that it was her senior brother, that is, the dashing man with a small beard under his chin who looked like he was twenty-seven or eighteen years old. He looked at Yan Luoniang's frowning brows and explained, "She is a person with cultivation, and she wants to destroy the temple unless her mana exceeds that of the gods." However, there is another way, that is, without the slightest mana, to attack with mortal artifacts, although it cannot be achieved overnight, but one day this temple can be dug down. ”

Yan Luoniang watched the woman only dig up a little bit of dirt at a time, and couldn't help asking, "How long will it take?" ”

"It should be able to do it in more than ten years." The elder brother said, "Therefore, she has an extreme hatred for this river god. ”

"Senior sister, this is the river god you mentioned, there are people who hate him so much, and he is not a good god in the first place."

The senior brother did not come alone, and he was followed by the second senior sister and all the junior brothers and sisters. This is one of them, and it is also Yan Luoniang's senior sister. Yan Luoniang was silent for a while and said, "I don't know what happened after I left, but before I left, the river god was a good river god." ”

"Time can change everything."

The woman digging the foundation didn't look back at all, as if she didn't know they were beside her, and her clothes were already soaked with sweat. Yan Luoniang didn't ask her why she wanted to dig down the River Temple, but turned around and walked towards the River Temple, and heard the senior brother say, "There are still two demon spirits in this river area. ”

"What kind of thing?" A woman asked.

"I'll see,...... Hehe, I can't see clearly......" said the senior brother with a smile.

"Can't you see through it with the mana of the senior brother?" One of the junior disciples asked in surprise.

"Hehe, what if you can see through it, there's no need for that." Senior Brother said casually, his eyes already looking towards the River Temple. In his eyes, there was already a figure in front of Yan Luoniang, and his face was not very clear, but he also knew that it must be the river god of this river temple.

Yan Luoniang looked at Chen Jing, then looked at the statue, and was surprised in her heart, she was no longer a little girl who didn't know anything back then, and she could see at a glance that Chen Jing was just a yin god now, and her real body was the statue.

A collection of character poems in "Huang Ting".

This is a character poem written by a book friend "I love to listen to the rain when I am lonely", very rhyming and very meaningful, especially the image in the book, very good, very strong.

Off the dust

The snow in the north reeds is scattered all over the sky, and the air is back from the dust.

The sword on the top of Kunlun Mountain groaned softly, who didn't know the wine sword fairy.

Ye Qingxue

The thunder rises from Qianluo Peak, and he is in a hurry to find the way through the famous doors.

However, when the golden tower first appeared, the fairy was in white in a dream.

Ethereal Spirit

The spirit of the ancestral hall in front of the splendid river suffered from the catastrophe alone.

Between yin and yang, he thinks of great grace, and he doesn't know the green face mirror in his hand.

White Rock

The song stroked the piano and flowed among the clouds, and dozens of days were buried for ten miles.

Where do those who borrow come to ask, a promise is worth tens of millions of years.

Cuiping Mountain God

Quiet and handsome, lazy green Ping Mountain, when the crouching tiger comes to roar the sky.

Waiting for the world to rise up, I am afraid that the cause and effect will be broken.

Looking forward to more character poems......