In the abandoned leaving pavilion, the second senior brother quietly stared at the disappearing mountain in the distance, there was no superfluous emotion on his face, just calm and silent, the ancient crown stood upright like a peak, and his hands were like clouds behind his back.

Shortly thereafter, in the space where the disappearing mountain was originally located, countless obscure clouds suddenly gathered, snowflakes danced wildly, and then there were some transparent and invisible things faintly in the distance, and the invisible barrier was full of light, and the illusion was extremely beautiful, and then countless stars could be seen faintly twinkling in it.

I don't know how long it took, but the twinkling stars suddenly disappeared, and the space where the snow gathered became pitch black, and the order and rules of the place seemed to have become static dead objects or the point in time when they ended.

A bolt of lightning struck down above the firmament, and the space torn by this lightning was extremely long, as thick as a river, but there was no thunder, nor any color, but it was so clean and milky that it was incomparably white.

The earth trembled slightly, the pitch-black space suddenly disintegrated, and the mountains that disappeared inexplicably reappeared in the world, two majestic and powerful breaths in parallel, and the clouds outside the mountain peaks were torn to pieces by these two breaths, and slowly accelerated according to the unknowable rules, gradually turning into a huge cloud vortex.

The second senior brother looked at that place in silence, and after a long time, he sincerely admired: "This is the real enlightenment." ”

Chen Pipi, who was standing behind him, looked at the cloud swirl on the waist of the mountain peak, felt that every inch of his body was a little numb, carefully comprehended and sensed the two powerful breaths that were slowly dissipating, and muttered in shock: "Actually broke through the Five Realms? This is really incredible, how did they do it?"

"If you can take one step, you can take countless steps...... At the moment of Xiantao, who knows how many steps they took above the Five Realms. ”

The second division frowned slightly, and then walked towards the peak.

Since the mountain peaks have reappeared in the world, they can be climbed, and the original muddy mountain paths seem to have been made by the great sculptor of time, and they have become hard and untouchable, and those splashed mud spots and mud pools formed by crushing lie on the ground like stone sculptures...... Even the smallest details are clearly visible, thus showing a completely different feeling from usual, stepping on the mountain road, as if stepping on the beautiful rivers and mountains and the historical waves of human beings.

Since the mountain peak is still there, the top of the mountain and the cliff are naturally still there, but it seems that they have been reorganized by a certain force and turned into a new store, and the cliff stone is shattered into white powder...... It is paved with a sandy beach that looks like the shore of the South China Sea.

There was only one poplar tree intact, standing alone, it should have grown in the cold peak of the cold plains, but at this time it appeared on the beach by the sea, so it was ridiculous.

Sang Sang knelt on the edge of the cliff and kept putting the ashes on the ground into the two urns beside him...... "I hold it very carefully...... The thin fingers gently pick the slit on the ground, and the palm edge is gently scraped and then held together, the movement is very careful.

She pursed her lips, didn't cry, her eyes wide open...... Mechanically repeating the action of picking up the ashes, even the emotions in the bright eyes are not sad, but calm and numb.

The second senior brother and Chen Pipi walked up to the top of the mountain, and the first thing they saw was this picture, which will remain in their hearts for a long time, so that they will choose to support the protagonist of this painting in some aspects for no reason in the future.

Walking to the edge of the cliff, the second senior brother looked at the flowing clouds in front of him, stretched out his hand and gently sensed the two breaths that were about to be completely dissipated, glanced at the little maid with her skirt hanging to the ground, and said, "Just let them stay here." ”

"This is my teacher. Sang Sang shook his head and pointed to the new urn and said.

She pointed to the old urn and said, "This is the young master." ”

Then she bowed her head and said, "The young master must want to know what my teacher looks like, and he must want to take another look at his teacher, so I have to take them back to the young master to see, and I can't let them be blown away by the wind like this." ”

The south gate is deep in the Taoist hall.

Li Qingshan, the Great Tang Dynasty National Master, stared at the reflection on the dark paulownia floor in a daze, he didn't notice that his face was so pale and haggard, because at this time he only had that obscene and ridiculous face in his eyes.

He knew that he would never see that face again, and although he had sometimes felt helpless and even a little bored with that face over the years, he was still in a state of great sorrow

Is all these years of boredom because of my brother's prodigal behavior, or because I always look like a child in front of him?

Li Qingshan looked at the reflection on the floor and smiled bitterly, the world only knows that there is a national teacher in the chicken of Haotian South Gate, but very few people know that the senior brother has led him to the scenery, but Liu Bai's sword was blocked by the senior brother back then, and now the great priest of light has come to Chang'an, and it is still the senior brother who finally stands on his side.

"Master, drink the medicine. ”

He Mingchi held the medicine tray high above the top, he knew that the master was in a very low and sad mood at this time, but as a disciple, he had to ensure the master's body, especially at such a sad moment.

"Put it down. Li Qingshan forcibly suppressed the pain, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I'll drink it later." ”

He Mingchi put down the medicine plate, silently exited the Taoist hall, picked up the yellow paper umbrella outside the threshold and put it under his armpit, and within a few steps, he was surrounded by the Taoist priests and Taoist aunts in the garden that fell on the light snow.

Master Yan Se's death may not be able to stir up a wave among the people, because not many people know his name in the first place, but these Nanmen practitioners are different, their faces are full of sadness and anger.

A Dao aunt asked in a trembling voice, "Why can that person hide in Chang'an City for so long?"

There was still fine snow outside the military headquarters, the sky was gloomy as if Haotian was angry, the atmosphere in the room was depressed and gloomy like a gloomy sky, and the faces of the generals were full of anger and shame.

"Why was that person able to hide in Chang'an City for so long?"

The person who asked the question in a deep voice was Xu Shi, the general of the Tang Dynasty, who returned to Chang'an City at a speed unimaginable to the world after receiving His Majesty's secret order, but immediately after entering the city gate at noon, he heard the shocking news.

The military generals who were qualified and qualified to cooperate with Master Yan Se were now the only ones left in the emperor's ** person, so this news made him more and more angry and sad.

General Xu Shida's face was gloomy as if he was about to drip water, and he looked at the voices of everyone and said: "Just this morning, one of the pillars of my Tang Empire fell, I don't care what kind of bright priest the enemy is, I only know that the axis has given you dozens of days, but you have not been able to find him and kill him."

The generals in the room lowered their heads, and some wanted to refute that this should be a dereliction of duty on the part of the Heavenly Pivot, but they faced the angry face of the general of Zhenguo...... coupled with a strong sense of honor as an emperor in my heart...... So that they did not speak.

"Don't try to shirk your responsibilities unless you forget who you are...... You are soldiers! The land under your feet is Chang'an, the capital of the empire...... It is the duty of the Sobards to ensure the safety of this armor, not to let someone who is old enough to be your lion mock master take the risk of going into battle!"

He looked at General Huaihua and said sharply, "Why didn't you take the initiative to attack at that time?"

General Huaihua stood up, bowed his head and said ashamedly: "Your Majesty has strictly ordered to ensure the safety of the residents of Chang'an, if the use of heavy armor is too amazing, and the opponent's strength is too strong, the battle array charge may not be able to keep him." ”

Xu Shi narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly reprimanded angrily: "Isn't the Great Priest of Xiling remarkable? Your courage is broken, so you can only hide like a mouse and watch coldly like a spectator! When has my Datang soldier ever been so cowardly! Did there be fewer Knowing Destiny Realm cultivators who fell under the arrows of the soldiers on the battlefield back then!"

After saying this, he coughed violently, and the cough was extremely painful, until he could not get up. The gray hair was shocked and fluttered slightly, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyebrows were extremely deep, and the generals under the hall knew that this was the beginning of the general's lung disease, and they couldn't help but be ashamed and anxious, and hurriedly called the medical officer to come in for treatment.

Xu Shi straightened up with difficulty, looked at the generals with an awe-inspiring expression and said, "I don't blame you for this morning's incident, after all, you were the first to take over from the South Gate and the Academy, but I really want to know why Wei Guangming was able to hide in Chang'an City for so many days, why no one in the empire could find him, and what happened here." ”

"If it is a problem of the military's slackness and cowardice, if it is a problem of the Tianshu Office or the South Gate Temple, report it to me, and I will ask for the order to behead it and bury Master Yan Se!"

The general's painful cough and angry shouts were intertwined for a long time.

There are four magnificent Taoist halls on the top floor of Momoyama's closest to the heavenly dome, and when there is no great ritual to worship the heavens, it is strictly forbidden for idle people to approach here, even the priests are very rare, and they seem empty and lonely and indifferent.

In the black temple near the cliffside, there was a painful coughing sound, and the cage of the ruling great priest was broken by the great priest of light, and he was injured so far, at this time, listening to the news of the person's death, his heart was agitated and coughed out.

There was no sound in the Temple of the Heavenly Oracle, only silence.

There was complete silence in the most modest of white halls, for the Great Priest of Light, who was supposed to be in the hall, had not sat on the throne for nearly fifteen years, and he would never come back again.

In the white and unsullied temple at the top, a faint sigh sounded, but with such a light sigh, the sound resounded through Momoyama, as if it was as powerful as thunder, and then suddenly fell silent.

I don't know how long it took, but the majestic voice sounded again.

'How can the heirs of the Ming be exiled to the world' should be taken back to the Daomen. ”

On an unnamed island in the far south, a Taoist in Tsing Yi stood on a high reef, silently looking at the boiling sea in front of him.

One day, he felt something, turned to look at the mainland, frowned slightly, and whispered: "What did you see? And how much light can the heir you find inherit from you?"

"Is this called wine? Is this worthy of being called wine?"

In a remote county in Gushan County, in an inconspicuous wine shop on the street, a very angry voice sounded. The hoarse and complaining about the bad restaurant was a tall old man with a flushed face, who was wearing a purple lambskin robe and a black smock on the outside, the material should look extremely precious, but I don't know whether it was weathered or dusty or something else, wearing it on the old man always made me feel a little old.

The owner of the liquor shop was a middle-aged man with an extremely strong figure, he stared at the old man Mian Tao, spat on the ground, and said disdainfully: "This is the most famous Jiujiang double steaming in our Gushan County, what's the matter?"

The old man lifted the wine bag in his hand in annoyance, and spittled and said, "You haven't drunk good wine as an old man?"

The owner of the liquor shop glared at him, pushed it over with a slap, and scolded: "Look at your age to give you face! Don't you want it! My double steaming is so light! What can you do!"

The old man trembled and begged, rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward to make a move, and shouted: "The chicken soup is lazy and the taste of white vinegar will be endured by the master! But how can the wine and things be neglected! It is tolerable, and it is unbearable!"

A moment later.

The old man was beaten out of the wine shop, his hair that had been combed was messy, and the black coat on his body was torn open with several big cuts, and he looked extremely wolfish

The old man stood on the street and yelled at the wine shop: "Villager drinkers, I dare to come out only when the old man comes out, you people don't even understand the truth of respecting the old and respecting the virtuous!"

Where would the shop selling fake wine understand such an esoteric truth, and immediately rushed out a few guys with sticks.

The old man screamed, hugged his head and jumped, and seemed to run faster than the young man, even if he ran in a hurry, but he still clutched the wine bag in his hand, as if he thought that no worse wine was better than nothing.

This ran out of the county and came to a dilapidated Taoist temple.

An old ox was eating grass in boredom, probably because it didn't taste as good as fish or mutton, and it was in a very sluggish spirit, kicking its hooves in annoyance from time to time.

Seeing the old man wolf bèi running back to the Taoist temple, the old scalper raised his head and snorted, as if he was laughing at him.

The old man panted and opened the wine bag and poured two sips, and when the breathing gradually stopped, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh that people's hearts are not ancient, and then he walked to the bottom of the stone steps, picked up a piece of firewood, stretched it out and cut it twice into the ashes of the fading fire.

Two pieces of potatoes were pulled out of the ashes, and the bones were rolling.

The old scalper paced over and looked at the old man intently and affectionately.

The old man was furious, pointed at the two already charred potatoes with firewood, and shouted, "Let you look at the fire, let you look at the fire, can you still eat it when it is burned to ashes?

Far north, deep in the wilderness, in the Abandoned Mountains.

Inside the mountain gate of the Demon Sect, which has been forgotten for many years.

Ning Que woke up, but he couldn't remember what had happened.

He looked blankly around the dark room, and found that the hill of white skeleton corpses had collapsed into rubble, and the old monk's place was now only two iron chains, and the front of the iron chain was a pile of ash.

Then he remembered everything, and his body suddenly relaxed.

However, looking at the pile of ashes, for some reason he felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

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