There is another news in the Dao Sect that makes people pay attention to and be shocked.

Yan Shenxian, one of the first seats of the Seven Peaks, passed away.

After the unanimous testing of the elders of the Taoist Sect, Yan Shen did not have any scars and traces of fighting, and it was the most normal life-ending, so he was buried.

And with the death of Yan Shen, the first seat of Thousand Swords Peak, it seems that the riots of the Dao Sect these days have also come to an abrupt end, and there is no more news of disciples or elders dying inexplicably.

It's only been seven days, but it's been extraordinarily long and depressing.

Fly to the peak.

Shen Yu stretched lazily and made a pot of hot tea, and the fragrance of tea was lingering.

The man sat quietly beside the waterfall, his right index finger tapping lightly on the edge of the chair, and the sunlight refracted through the surging clouds in the sky, beautiful and illusory, full of warm taste.

In recent years, Yang Kaitai, the elder of Thousand Swords Peak, the first Yan Shen, the first seat of Forget Peak, Zhang Zhi, and some extremely important figures in the Dao Sect have died one after another, plus the thirty-two inconspicuous chess pieces now, the situation has finally brightened a lot.

Su Mo sat on the rocking chair on the other side and said curiously, "The death of Yan Shen of Thousand Sword Peak should be solved at the end of his life?"

Shen Yu said calmly, "That's the best."

"Okay." Su Mo smiled and said, "Actually, after discussing with Dao Fan Zhenren, I originally planned to make some articles about this person."

"It doesn't make sense."

Shen Yu shook his head slightly.

Just as Shen Yu stopped Yu Wenwen's question before.

If there is not the slightest evidence, if it really points to those high-ranking people in the Dao Sect, what can it be?

Thinking of this, Shen Yu suddenly asked curiously.

"The monks in the world are like ants, chasing after them day and night, but they can't chase the Great Dao, so why not turn around and choose to become a part of the Great Dao, this is the last sentence that Yan Shen said to me."

"It's not just him, so many transcendent cultivators who have become saints would rather give up their lives for the sake of prestige and sacrifice their lives for the land of thousands of rivers at all costs..... What is it for?"

Leaving from Thousand Swords Peak, Shen Yu only had this question left in his mind, and it was also the key to uncovering the secrets of the Land of Thousand Rivers.

"There are too few clues for any speculation."

Su Mo was silent for a while, and said with a smile: "We have already done what we can do, and we have already done what we shouldn't do, and then we can wait for the water to come out with peace of mind, three years should be almost."

The corners of Shen Yu's mouth curled slightly, and he closed his eyes and hummed.

What can be done is to solve the thirty-two people on the intelligence, and now that seven days have passed, this reckoning has been over.

What should not be done is naturally to fake the Taoist and derive the true law, and block the Dao Sect with the Liangyi Xuanyuan Great Array.

The Liangyi Xuanyuan Great Array was extremely powerful, and even the current Dao Fan Zhenren and Shen Yu had no way to activate it, so at this moment, those hazy qi machines in the sky that looked terrifying and ethereal were just extremely profound tricks.

A few people saw through it but didn't say anything, and the rest didn't dare to risk their lives even if they were skeptical.

"If nothing else, the rest of the Holy Land should have ended its reckoning." Su Mo said.

"Is that man still alive?" Shen Yu asked.

"I don't know."

Su Mo said calmly, "Look at the will of heaven."

....

....

Early morning.

The morning sun rises slowly.

The sound of sword practice came from a great distance.

A man in a black robe covering his head woke up from a dream, his faint silhouette unusually pale.

The man looked at the sky in the distance from the second floor of a certain courtyard, but the scenery was still the same, so he sighed a little boredly.

After sighing, the man began to water the flowers and plants around the courtyard.

It's boring, but it's still a lot of fun.

Suddenly, a flying sword burst out

It flew crookedly from the sky, and with a thud, it stuck into the wall beside the man, shaking up a little dust.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, but there was a hint of amusement.

After a while, a young boy outside the door showed his head and said nervously, "Yes.... Right.... I'm sorry, I didn't control the flying sword."

The black-robed man squatted in front of the flower garden and beckoned with a smile, "Come here, let's talk."

The young man hesitated for a moment, and then whispered, "Why don't you give me back the flying sword, I can't enter these places."

The black-robed man pretended to sigh regretfully, "In that case, this flying sword can't be returned to you. After all, I can't play with swords, and if I get hurt, it will be a loss."

Hearing this, the young man's mouth opened wide, and his eyes were full of struggle and grievance.

After a while, as if he cherished the flying sword more than the door rules, he gritted his teeth and slipped directly into the courtyard, squatted beside the man, and begged: "Please, return this flying sword to me, this is what the sect has finally given me, if you don't have it, it will be miserable."

The black-robed man smiled and said, "Young man, don't worry, how can you practice swordsmanship in such a hurry, come, talk to me, I've been here alone for a long time, it's too boring, what's your name?"

"My name is duckweed."

The young man scratched his head, and looked around a little cautiously, "Master said, I can't talk to you casually."

"Who's the master?" The black-robed man raised an eyebrow.

The young man simply said, "A master is a master."

The black-robed man smiled with a look on his face that you were too young, "Your master is just a master master, do you know who I am? The Supreme Elder of this sect is now living in seclusion here, and if he can say a few words to me, then maybe you can walk out of this sect and cultivate by leaps and bounds from now on, and the Great Dao is just around the corner."

Although the boy is simple, he is not stupid, he just waits for a dead fisheye and does not speak.

"This guy can't fool around.....

The man thought to himself, then rolled his eyes, lay directly on the ground, and sighed, "Duckweed, have you ever gone out after practicing here?"

"No, I've been here for as long as I can remember, and the farthest I've ever walked in my life is the cliff in front of the mountain gate."

Duckweed grinned, "But the master said that this is the rule of the sect, and only those who can reach the Cave True Realm first are qualified to travel out of the sect, so none of us have ever gone out."

The black-robed man looked at his eyes with a thoughtful expression.

"Can I go?"

"No."

With a flick of the man, the flying sword spirit on the wall flew out and floated in front of the young man.

"Hey, thanks."

The young man hurriedly held the flying sword in his arms, as if he was afraid of losing it again, turned around and left, but stopped halfway through, turned his head and asked curiously, "Uncle, what is your name?"

The black-robed man closed his eyes and said without hesitation, "Li Heilian."

The young man scratched his head and said, "The clothes are quite dark, but your face is quite pale, it should be called Li Bailian, like a lonely ghost, hehe."

As soon as the words fell, the black-robed man's face suddenly became cloudy, and when he opened his eyes, a pair of somewhat cold and evil eyes stared straight at the young man, and said quietly, "Boy, how do you know that I am a lonely ghost?"

As the words fell, the man's entire head was directly separated from his body, turning into smoke and floating in the air.

The duckweed trembled with her legs, shouted a ghost, and ran out of here almost with a fart.

The black-robed man returned to his original state and laughed in place, as if tears were coming out of his eyes.

"Looks like you're bored here."

A moment later, a cold voice sounded.

Qianchuan Mingcao stood on the wall of the courtyard, his face was calm, and his meaningless eyes looked at the black-robed man quietly, and there was still a trace of unpredictable killing intent in his eyes.

"I was originally lonely

Spirits, ghosts, you can't go out and see yet, of course you have to have some fun, otherwise it will be very boring."

Li Qinglian didn't raise her head, "Of course, all this is thanks to Mr. Styx Cao's care for me, so that my soul, which was about to disappear, found a broken body again."

Shen Cao lowered his eyes slightly, and said indifferently, "There has been a lot of movement in the Nine Great Holy Lands recently, but there has been no news from our people, and I am a little uneasy."

Li Qinglian smiled and said, "The people of the Land of Thousand Rivers have been arrogant in the Spirit Desolation for so long, and now that the major holy lands have solved the matter of Lingyun Bang, they naturally want to settle us with peace of mind, which is expected."

"People from the Land of a Thousand Rivers?" Styx said lightly.

Li Qinglian turned her head and said in surprise, "Chewing words like this, could it be that Mr. Mingcao has some dissatisfaction with me? Or doubt me?"

The unfathomable man said indifferently, "You haven't been at ease since you came here for the past three years, and although I can't see anything, you know most of the situation, so I hope your curiosity doesn't need to be too heavy."

"Just seeing the tip of the iceberg scared me so much that I didn't dare to see anything, lest Mr. Hades Cao want to kill me."

"I hope so."

Shen Cao looked into his eyes and said, "I have just found out that the old thing of Jade Fuzi colluded inside and outside to leak the secrets of the Land of Thousand Rivers, the question is how he knows the secret secrets of the people of the Holy Land, this matter is only known to a few people, including you, so he is already sending people to look for him, and the truth will be revealed after he is found."

Li Qinglian yawned, smiled and said: "It took such a big price to resurrect me, Mr. Shencao, you naturally won't kill me again because of a little suspicion, in that case, it's better to relax and wait, it will eventually come to light, I am loyal to Qianchuan, I am not sorry to die, but if you don't have me, wouldn't your hard work be wasted in the end?"

Hades didn't speak.

Because this sentence does make a lot of sense.

"I hope so, don't let me down, or you'll end up miserable."

Styx dropped these words, and his whole body disappeared into the void.

The air was quiet again.

Li Qinglian has been lying on the ground, not caring about the threat just now, just staring at the sky, thinking that what fate would be worse than becoming a lonely ghost?

I thought about it seriously.

He found that it seemed to be not.

The man smiled, looked at the dim sunlight, and muttered, "Do you know why I changed my name to Li Heilian?" / > no one answered.

There was silence in the courtyard.

This secret sect that doesn't seem to know the face of the *** face is actually not very prosperous on the surface, covering an area of about 30 acres of land, only two or three buildings are the ancestral hall of the ancestors, plus a back mountain, it is considered an absolute last-class sect in the cultivation sect, and the talent of the disciples is not high, it is said to be practicing swords, but in fact, there are not a few disciples who make people shine, they are about to be like simple teenagers in the nearby countryside, but it is precisely because of this that the strangeness here is more and more revealed.

Walking out of the mountain gate, it is a sea of clouds with no way out for a year, in the vast world, how can such a low-end sect occupy such a good time and place? Even the Eastern Ancestral State, which has the most spiritual power in the Immortal Mountain, cannot be so extravagant.

Perhaps this is the true secret of the Land of a Thousand Rivers.

"It's boring." Li Qinglian stretched.

In fact, he couldn't figure out where he was until just now, but there was one sentence that Li Qinglian liked very much.

That's what his teacher said a long time ago: "All conspiracies and doubts, eliminate all impossibilities, and then the rest, no matter how implausible, will be the truth."

Even now that she thinks about it, Li Qinglian feels that her master is really .... A wonderful person who doesn't belong to this era, the kind that he is ashamed of.

The man stood up, returned to the lobby of the house, glanced at the white paper that had been placed on the table for three years and had not been touched, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing an extremely ancient one

Weird and funny smile.

To say how strange and interesting Fabao is.

Or the academy is the worst.

...

...

The next few days.

Qianchuan Mingcao appeared in this sect like a ghost, and often appeared outside Li Qinglian's courtyard to observe this guy's every move.

However, it made him regret that Li Qinglian did not take any other actions except for practicing calligraphy on weekdays, deliberately chatting with the disciple named duckweed, and making fun of him, and it seemed that he was not acting in the world at all.

But the more this happened, the more uneasy he felt in his heart.

Three days later, a middle-aged man appeared behind the underworld, and said in a voice that seemed to be panicked, "Jade Fuzi doesn't know why he returned.... This continent seems to have found something, but how is this possible? Could it be something else?"

Ying Cao's eyes instantly became extremely weird, and his eyes stared at Li Qinglian in the courtyard, not knowing why the killing machine was complete, and he almost couldn't help his killing intent.

The middle-aged man's eyes were not good, and there was an extremely hideous scar on his right eye, and he said gloomily: "Although there is no evidence, since he came here, the news has been leaking out, and if he doesn't kill again, there will be endless troubles! Sooner or later, our plans will come..."

Styx didn't speak, but slowly clenched his hands behind him.

For a hundred years, Shen Cao rarely cherished his talents so much, and Li Qinglian was the only one, so he reshaped a ghost body for Li Qinglian at a great cost, and even put it into the most core area of the Land of Thousand Rivers, so that he knew too many secrets.

Although at the moment Li Qinglian woke up, Shen Cao was already a little unsure of whether his behavior was appropriate.

If it was changed to before, the Styx at this moment would have already held the attitude of preferring to kill the wrong one and not let it go, and the thunder took action to suppress it, and made him suffer from capital punishment day and night.

But because of this, he is now in a dilemma.

The more important basis is Li Qinglian's sword that resisted Daoyan Zhenren three years ago.

If he didn't come to the rescue at that time, then the gods would not come back, and his life would be exchanged for his trust, if it was really acting, it would be too real.

He didn't believe that the head of the Daoist Sect would personally take the initiative to cooperate to act in such a lame play, nor did he believe that he would take the initiative to enter the game set by the other party.

Styx Cao's eyes instantly became clear, he exhaled lightly, and said calmly: "Tell me to go down, send that guy with a knife, let go of your hands and feet, you must kill that guy from the jade rune outside at any cost."

"Yes!"