Before you know it, half of this year's autumn has passed, and the weather in the south of Kyushu has a bit of autumn, with dry branches and yellowish leaves.

The former site of the Zhengqi Sect in southern Xinjiang is like snow.

Zhengqi Sect Life Continuation Tan, standing on the periphery at this moment, can no longer see a single cent of deep pool water, this pool of water is forced by butterflies to build their own tombs, densely packed with gray butterfly bodies.

In the twilight, the thick butterfly clothes on the life-sustaining Tan were broken by a figure, like a silver carp jumping out of the water, splashing crystal droplets, and the purple butterflies on the chest were about to fly.

Ye Wen let the autumn breeze dry the water stains on his body, only wore a pair of trousers and walked out of the Continuation of Life Tan from the forbidden place of the Zhengqi Sect, picked up the neat clothes that were folded next to the Life Continuation Tan and put them on, and finally picked up the handkerchief pressed at the bottom, the handkerchief was dotted with peach blossoms, unlike before, there were two more butterflies with wings on the peach blossoms.

After getting dressed, Ye Wen leaned on the boulder, and before here, there was a barefoot girl, who said her name was Hu Die.

Due to its remote location and the rampant poisonous insects, there are few visitors all year round, not to mention the former site of the Zhengqi Sect located in the depths of the jungle of southern Xinjiang. Even though the scenery here is not inferior to the sunrise of the Sword Sect, the smoke and haze of Xuzhou, the Thousand Buddhas of Beimang, and the various wonders of the cool and flying snow, the joy of life and fear of death firmly blocks their viewing pace.

Walking in the Zhengqi Sect, Ye Wen wandered alone and watched this sect between martial artists and Taoists. As its name suggests, the Zhengqi Sect is dilapidated everywhere and has shabby facilities. Compared with those ancestors of the Zhengqi Sect, even if it is not a life of drinking blood, it is not far from slash-and-burn farming.

Cultivators have five disadvantages and three deficiencies, and penance is both hard work and hard work.

It is difficult to walk the righteous path in the world, and it is rare for good people to be rewarded, not to mention them who claim to be righteous.

There are two small thatched huts on the outermost periphery of the Zhengqi Sect, and there are no other things in each thatched hut with two huge wooden boards, and there are a lot of thread-bound books under the bed board of a thatched hut, and now it seems that it is a lot of damp rotten, and it seems that it is the room of the unscrupulous old Taoist priest in the Jingtan.

There is also a resolute wooden man outside the hut, and there are a lot of criss-crossing lines drawn on the wooden man, focusing on a few points There are many traces of needle, where Yue Chi practiced the immobilization mantra, Ye Wen judged.

Walking back and forth on the site of the Righteous Qi Sect alone, Ye Wen finally returned to the boulder next to the Life Continuation Tan, silently leaning on his eyes and pretending to sleep.

Lonely is like the fallen leaves flying all over the sky in the jungle of southern Xinjiang, and the greenery Rongrong has been in the spring and summer for a whole year, and when it comes to the time of withering and falling, it is overwhelming, full of depression and beauty, but only Ye Wen himself sees it.

Ye Wen sat on the boulder and stared at the grave of a butterfly in front of him, and the fallen leaves swirled in the air one by one, covering the silent butterfly, and gradually covering the remains of the butterfly.

Many butterflies are so obscured by the fallen leaves that they have inadvertently forgotten, or let people go to them.

It's like that barefoot girl in colorful clothes. Thinking of this, Ye Wen sighed inexplicably, heh, I thought it was God who was merciful and spared his life after the blood sacrifice, but I didn't expect the catastrophe to be passed on to her, it's a pity, natural disasters can be transferred, man-made disasters are inevitable, poke out an old monster Zhang Songtao, if it weren't for Wu Qi to contain the last Wu Suwen to break the river with his own strength, he would still be unable to escape death, if he didn't use that trick.

Ye Wen leaned on the boulder, took out the plain white handkerchief from his arms, and looked at the plum blossoms and two butterflies on it, the butterflies did not seem to be embroidered, but seemed to be dyed with a unique pigment, as if it was blood.

Ye Wen took the handkerchief back into his arms, looked at Tan in a daze, and was speechless for a long time.

With a three-foot body, it's hard to Xu Qing.

Ye Wen sounded before entering the jungle of southern Xinjiang, there seemed to be a good person on the rivers and lakes who rated the list of the top ten grandmasters, the sword guarding the mountain sat first, the main pick-up of the Fenglin Island in the Beihai Sea, and the position of exploring flowers was given to the Thousand Buddha City on the side of Beimang;

There are ten people on the grandmaster list, and only the top three can be mentioned. This sentence was spread in private for no reason, and even after the battle of the Yehuai River, it was even said that the eleventh in the world could be cut seven. These seven are naturally the last seven of the top ten of the so-called grandmaster list, and the eleventh in the world is Wu Suwen, the commander of the Dark Guard.

Since ancient times, heroes have been matched with beauties, and with the top ten masters in the world, there are naturally ten beautiful rouge reviews in the world.

Since ancient times, rouge has been rated as a pretty woman, and compared with the water content of the grandmaster list, the water content of rouge is much less. Ye Wen has never seen any of the top three in the rouge evaluation, only knowing that the first one is the sect master of the nine-grade orchid and the first oiran in the imperial capital of the Wu Dynasty;

Speaking of which, this student supervised the crown, but it was not easy for him to get this title until Wu Qi's study tour.

The rouge evaluation is the same as the grandmaster list, and eleven people are evaluated. Among the eleven people, Ye Wen only saw the fourth and eleventh. The fourth in the rouge evaluation is the contemporary sword head Ning Qingning fairy in the Chunshui Thatched Cottage, who is dressed in white and has black hair like a waterfall, and is fascinated by Tuoba Feng, who is also the head of the sword, but Ye Wen has never had any good feelings for Ning Qing, a bit like a literati who are disgusted;

The fallen leaves gradually spread all over the entire life-sustaining Tan, as if it was the twilight of a beauty, which was covered up by the years and all the charming style, but there was a different sense of vicissitudes, loneliness and depression.

Suddenly, the depression and loneliness unique to the Zhengqi Sect were broken by a rushing aura.

This breath is as hot as the sun, vast and boundless, without the slightest strength to sway, insisting on stubbornness, although Ye Wen prefers to describe it as "pedantic".

Wu Qi came, and together with Yang Zongbao under the leadership of Yue Chi, from Phoenix City outside the jungle of Southern Xinjiang, the three of them resolutely entered the jungle of Southern Xinjiang all the way, along the way snakes, pythons, poisonous insects, poisonous weeds, and finally walked again when Yue Chi recognized the wrong way, and finally found the old site of this Zhengqi Sect and saw this Ye Wen who was full of divine light.

Ye Wen looked at Yue Chi, who was full of embarrassment and shame, and roughly listened to what they had passed along the way, "It's just that it's difficult for you, I have trekked through mountains and rivers along the way, and my heels are weak when I hear it."

"Hehe, it's okay, it's okay, it's good to have Brother Wu Qi. Yue Chi still scratched his head as innocently as he did in the Dragon Gate Inn, pointing to Wu Qi, who had a lot to say, but didn't know where to start when he saw Ye Wen.

Looking at Wu Qi, who had an inexplicable resonance and harmony with the atmosphere of the Zhengqi Sect, Ye Wen took the initiative to talk, "Everything, I don't want to explain, and I don't bother to explain it, when I go to Longdu with you and ask your father and queen, you will understand." ”

Wu Qi looked at Ye Wen, who was suddenly reborn, nodded, although it was difficult to accept, he still agreed, "What about her?"

Ye Wen looked at Wu Qi's eyes and kept looking behind him, and said with a smile, "She's gone, you don't have to look at it, she left a few days ago." ”

Wu Qi hesitated for a long time and still didn't hold back, "The problem of entering the demon has been solved?"

"Hmm. Talking about this issue, the smile on Ye Wen's face retracted, "The problem of entering the demon has been solved for the time being. ”

Looking at the puzzled eyes of Wu Qi and Yang Zongbao, even though Ye Wenzai had no interest in speaking, he still explained simply, "Extend life with life, exchange life for life, God is always fair in this regard, so I don't have any problem for the time being." ”

"Rustle..."Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps stepping on the fallen leaves, Wu Qi frowned instinctively, turned his head and saw Ma Rulong, whose face was pale and his expression was sluggish, and there were filth that had not been wiped off the corners of his clothes and mouth.

When Ma Rulong saw Wu Qi, Yewen and the others, as if he had seen a savior, he finally changed his tone.

After a brief conversation, Ye Wen and the others learned that Ma Rulong was sent in by the old Taoist priest of Jingtan, but the process and why he was so badly played, Ma Rulong was tight-lipped.

In the end, a group of people said goodbye to this lonely old site of the Zhengqi Sect.

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Long after Ye Wen and the others left, a long sigh came from the roof of the thatched hut outside the Zhengqi Sect, and then the shabby Daoist robe on the old Taoist priest of the Pure Altar waved a vast fallen leaf and fluttered down.

"Is it worth it? The old Taoist priest of the Pure Altar said lightly to the empty air.

There was no one in the air, but there was a butterfly that had been hovering beside Ye Wen, at this moment the butterfly was beating slightly in the air, the air was like a little ripple on the surface of the water, and a barefoot girl in colorful clothes appeared on the roof of the thatched hut.

"I think it's worth it. The barefoot girl in colorful clothes said softly in pure Miao language, with a few colorful butterflies lingering on her long snow-like hair, "So, do you regret it? ”

"It's different. The old Taoist priest of Jingtan said in a tired voice, "They start with themselves and end with themselves." The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unpleasant, and it is fate. ”

"Giggles, fate?" the lazy voice of the barefoot clothed Hu Die echoed in the world of the Zhengqi Sect, "When did the cultivators also pay attention to the cause and effect of the group of bald donkeys in the north." So, the cause and effect of the Snake Sect is over, and what about the cause and effect of the Righteous Qi Sect? Do you still not dare to set foot in this sect that you easily defected to in the first place?"

Hu Die stretched out his little thumb and wrapped a few strands of hair around his sideburns, and his words were cold, "Are you still afraid? I'm afraid that the souls of those uncles and uncles who were killed by your own hands will haunt you? Holy Snake Venerable?The first generation of the Supreme Elder of the Snake Sect?The murderer of the Zhengqi Sect? ”

The voice of the old Taoist priest of the Pure Altar was cold, "That's enough! The things of the Snake Sect start with the self and end with the self; the things of the Righteous Qi Sect end with the self and start with the self, but you are different..."

"No, I'm the same. Hu Die's barefoot voice disappeared, leaving only a faint voice, "The moment I was chosen as a saint, my fate and his fate were already entangled. ”

"Alas. The old Taoist priest of Jingtan let out another long sigh.