Daozong, Feilai Peak.

Because Yang Liu and Shen Yu went down the mountain, the peak seemed deserted.

Even those spirit flowers and spirit grasses, because no one took care of them, were a little less angry than before.

In spring, it was rainy and rainy.

Su Mo stood in the bamboo building, looking at the clouds in the sky. Look at the book

Pedal Pedal Ped

The sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence of the bamboo building.

Su Mo shook his head slightly and turned to look.

I saw a young man who was not too tall, with fair skin and a face that was not handsome, and the only thing that made people impressed was the pair of eyebrows, like a pair of sword eyebrows.

Ling Jianzi, the young generation disciple of the Dao Sect who has been extremely famous in recent years, is the closed disciple of the first seat of the Sword Washing Peak.

There is an even more remarkable origin, Su Mo has also heard Shen Yu mention it.

Three years have passed, and Ling Jianzi has lost the out-of-the-box temperament when he first went up the mountain, and has a little more calmness.

Of course, if it is calm, I am afraid that another third-generation disciple of Feilai Peak will be even better.

Ling Jianzi came to the bamboo tower, saluted respectfully, and said respectfully, "Uncle Su."

Su Mo nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "I heard that this time in the martial arts of the Four Palaces, you took the third, just look at your sword qi overflowing now, I'm afraid that the cultivation of the sword path is not much different from your Uncle Shen back then."

Washing Sword Peak and cultivating swords, it is a mountain peak with a very small number of Dao Sects, and after Ling Jianzi returned to Dao Sect with Shen Yu from Wanliu City, he wanted to stay in Feilai Peak.

But the old man who washed the sword peak begged bitterly, and left Feilai Peak three years ago and became the true legend of the sword washing peak.

The entire Sword Washing Peak treated him like a treasure, a rare sword scripture in the spirit wilderness, and the old man taught him everything, and even took him to Sword Immortal City in person to practice the sword heart under the statue of the female sword immortal.

In just three years, he stepped into the Divine Journey Realm in the middle three realms with a single body of cultivation.

Looking at the heroic young man in front of him, Su Mo thought of his junior brother, who had often been injured over the years, and had never cultivated, and now even three generations of disciples had caught up with him in the cultivation realm.

I don't know what he will think when he comes back and sees that the realms of those teachers and nephews are far beyond him.

"Uncle Su, Lingyin Temple is too deceitful, and he actually locked up Uncle Yang Liu and the baked cakes, it is said that a month later, they will be sent to the Buddha cave, that place I heard the master say, it is the place where the Lingyin Temple is used to detain those evil demons, and you can't get out when you go in..."

Ling Jianzi ignored Su Mo's teasing and told the origin angrily.

Su Mo narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you want to go to Lingyin Temple to save your Uncle Yangliu?"

Ling Jianzi patted his chest and said loudly: "Yes, when the disciple first came to Feilai Peak, he often received guidance from Uncle Yang, and now everyone in the sect is silent, but no one wants to go to Lingyin Temple to find those bald donkeys and let them release Uncle Yangliu..."

Young Lang was filled with righteous indignation, carrying an immortal sword behind him, and along the way, the four halls and the other disciples of several peaks heard about it, and they were silent, which made him feel a little cold.

Su Mo patted the young man on the shoulder and said lightly, "Do you feel cold? Among the same disciples, there is such a ruthlessness."

Ling Jianzi, who was said by Su Mo to think about it, nodded heavily, and said, "Yes, everyone looks friendly on weekdays, but now that Uncle Shi has an accident, he doesn't even have a good person, and he can't be those guys in Wanliu City..."

Su Mo smiled slightly, and asked curiously, "You asked about the bean sprouts, did Qingshan not?"

Hearing the names of these two people, Ling Jianzi's eyes lit up, and he nodded and said, "I asked, Senior Sister Dou Sprouts traveled in Yaochi, and I received her flying sword transmission the day before yesterday, I am afraid that this will be almost to the border of the Western Regions... As for that guy from Qingshan, he sent me a message back, Nuo, Uncle Su, look."

Ling Jianzi flipped the jade sword in his hand, and a few words appeared on it.

"If something happens to Uncle Shi, the Buddha will be destroyed."

The jade sword carried a strong killing sword intent, and even Su Mo was a little surprised.

Shen Yu brought the three of them to Feilai Peak, these three people have excellent talents, the spirit sword is a ground-level Dao body, the bean sprouts are stronger than him, and the highest talent is Qingshan.

Innate Dao body.

Now there are three Taoist sects, and the cultivation realm is far beyond the disciples of the same generation.

Moreover, Qingshan has the most calm temperament, and he acts in the style of a real person, and he is vaguely the first disciple of three generations.

A few years ago, he traveled down the mountain, and it is said that he has fought against the younger generation of several holy places, and he has never been defeated.

Even Qingshan, who has such a temperament, said the words of destroying the Buddha, but I am afraid that this time the Lingyin Temple is indeed a little too much, and in the hearts of the three of them, they all regard themselves as disciples of Feilai Peak.

Su Mo looked at Ling Jianzi and said lightly, "My Dao Sect disciple has always been a short-sighted disciple, and the reason why you meet those people outside who don't speak is because of other reasons."

Ling Jianzi was a little puzzled.

Su Mo's eyes narrowed, he looked at the towering green mountains in the distance, and said seriously: "These things have nothing to do with you, since your senior brother Qingshan and senior sister Dou Sprouts have already gone, then you can go too."

Ling Jianzi nodded, saluted Su Mo, and turned around and left the bamboo building.

...

In the smoke and rain, the young man's figure was gone, and only the rain and mist were permeating the bamboo forest.

The gap between the four halls of the Taoist Sect, the Qinglu Hall and the Yuan Temple has become more and more obvious.

Even the next generation of disciples are deliberately estranged.

This phenomenon, Su Mo didn't want to see, he was the senior brother of the Yuan Temple, and he could be said to be the senior brother of the Dao Sect.

Now Dao Yan Zhenren and Dao Xuan Zhenren are in the outer heavens.

The current Dao Sect can be said to be no one who can call the shots.

Xun Ju is narrow-minded, and three months ago, because of Chen Cambodia's death, he was even more angry with his sword.

Those who were familiar with its secrets were shocked by the sword, and even several other holy places vaguely guessed.

Coupled with the infiltration of the shadows in the land of thousands of rivers over the years...

Now there are crises inside and outside the Taoist sect.

"The storm is coming, and things are getting more and more interesting."

The breeze blew and blew Su Mo's sleeves up, like an immortal in the smoke and rain.

...

Qinglu Temple.

In the dimly lit hall, a majestic middle-aged man stood in front of the window, also looking west.

Ye Zhiqiu stood behind him, his eyes fell on his sideburns, and the black hair there turned white at some point.

Originally, he was fighting with several demons in the Demon Domain in Wanliu City, but he received a letter from his master, so he hurried back to the sect.

At this moment, seeing that Shizun's usual black hair turned white, thinking of the fate of his senior brother, Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but look gloomy.

Although the senior brother and the hall master are commensurate with the master and apprentice, Ye Zhiqiu knows that the hall master has always regarded the senior brother as a son and taught him strictly, and now that Senior Brother Chen has fallen in Lingyin Temple, this is too big a blow to the master.

"Master..." Ye Zhiqiu muttered softly.

Xun Ju turned his head, looked at the mature disciple in front of him, nodded with relief, and said with a smile: "I'm back, your senior brothers haven't seen you for a long time, and they are all waiting to drink with you..."

The tone was relaxed, and there was no sadness at all.

Ye Zhiqiu looked respectful and said, "There is no hurry to drink, the master is in a hurry to summon me back, but there is something for the disciple to do."

Xun Ju shook his head and said, "The years are long, things are always unfinished, go and meet your junior disciples first."

Ye Zhiqiu stood still.

The Qinglu Hall fell silent, and Xun Ju stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the west.

For a long time, wind and rain blew from the window, blowing the candles in the hall to sway.

The empty hall was particularly gloomy.

"If I order you to kill Shen Yu, you will do the same as your senior brother, right?"

Xun Ju asked suddenly.

Ye Zhiqiu's body froze, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to answer.

He knew why Senior Brother Chen Khan did this, the obsession in his master's heart had penetrated deep into his bone marrow over the years, and even he could see that Xun Ju's cultivation realm had stagnated because of this.

Death to the letter.

The senior brother is unwilling to kill each other, but it is difficult to repay the teacher's kindness, so he can only do this

way to end your own life.

Many times, Ye Zhiqiu would also think about what would happen to him if Shizun let him kill Shen Yu.

It wasn't until now, when he heard Shizun ask in person, that Ye Zhiqiu knew that this question was even more difficult than breaking the realm.

Returning the favor.

From the first day he stepped into the Qinglu Palace, this was the fate of all his disciples such as Chen Cambodia and Ye Zhiqiu.

Ye Zhiqiu raised his head and looked at the lonely majestic man in front of him, just wanting to say the answer in his heart.

Xun Ju stretched out his hand to interrupt and said lightly, "I didn't misunderstand you, but you misunderstood being a teacher."

Ye Zhiqiu raised his head suddenly.

There was a wind in the main hall, and those flickering candles seemed to be stuck in some stagnant time and space, not moving in the wind.

There is a majestic aura awakening in the entire Qinglu Palace.

"I, Xun Ju, am such a merciless person."

The breath suddenly soared, rising up along the towering mountain peaks.

Rumble!

The mountains of the Dao Sect were shaken by this breath, and countless people walked out of the cave one after another and looked at the Qinglu Palace.

"In the past thirty years, I have been searching for the path of immortals, and I have realized life and death several times."

Xun Ju's body shape is uncertain, one will turn into nothingness, the other will be realistic, and the whole person seems to be swaying between heaven and earth.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the man in front of him, his pupils constricted.

Enlightenment.

This is the cultivator who will only be in harmony with heaven and earth when he is enlightened, and Xun Ju was already at the peak of the fairy realm thirty years ago, but he has not been able to take that step for a long time.

Even a few years ago, because of Shen Yu's appearance, the Dao heart was damaged, and his cultivation was regressive, so he became obsessed.

It was this obsession that caused his most beloved disciple to die.

Today, one of the four hall masters of the Taoist Sect, a peak powerhouse with a large number of spiritual desolations, realized the Tao because of parting.

"As a teacher, wrong."

A desolate voice sounded in the hall, full of remorse and gloomy emotion.

"No, Master! Ye Zhiqiu said urgently.

The hall master of the Qinglu Palace, even if he does something wrong, he can't admit his mistake.

This represents the rules of the Qing Law Temple, and it is also the way of the master, if you admit your mistakes, it is a denial of the previous path.

The majestic aura of heaven and earth spread out from Xun Ju's body.

Fairyland....

Ascension...

Crossing the Tribulation Realm....

The aura on Xun Ju's body is getting weaker and weaker, and the realm is also falling.

The pain brought by the collapse of this avenue made Xun Ju's upright body tremble slightly.

Ye Zhiqiu knelt down on his knees, he was powerless to stop Xun Ju from shattering.

...

Flying to the peak, Su Mo felt the changes in the aura in the Qinglu Palace, the corners of his mouth turned slightly, and then smiled.

Crossing the True Palace, the lazy woman looked up at the outside of the sky, and said angrily: "I told him back then, there are already so many rules in heaven and earth, what are your rules, and now I finally figured it out, it's not too late."

The same scene is also happening in several holy places in the spiritual wilderness.

Disciples who have cultivated to a low realm don't know why.

Those strong people who stepped into the fairyland showed shocked looks on their faces.

Self-shattering avenue, if it is a person below the realm of the Cave Truth, it is nothing more than dispersing the cultivation and rebuilding.

And the powerhouse of the fairyland has already comprehended his own avenue, and he can only move forward, and no one has ever thought that the avenue is wrong.

This kind of self-destruction is something only a madman would dare to do.

Daozong, when did a madman come out.

...

Inside the Hall of Laws.

Xun Ju's figure is still majestic, but the black hair on his head has turned white, and the whole person has no breath, like a mortal.

But the gestures have a sense of freedom in heaven and earth.

Ye Zhiqiu knelt on the ground and muttered, "Master..."

Xun Ju smiled and said, "Since the way is wrong, then go to another one

The Tao is."

Ye Zhiqiu looked puzzled and asked curiously, "What kind of avenue is the master choosing now?"

Xun Ju turned around, looked at the clouds in the sky, and did not speak.

The entire Qinglu Hall had regained its calm at this time, and there were two figures swaying in the candle flames.

One of them, humble and gentle.

Another course.

Obscure.