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Overlooking the whole Tiantai Mountain north of Yicheng from the sky, the mountain of loess and Huangyan stands majestically between heaven and earth, the sand and dust on the flat open space at the top are raised with the wind, like a misty scarf flying into the sky, and the little Xihe Hall quietly resides in the space closest to the sun under this sky. On the top of Tiantai Mountain, the same rune maps are painted everywhere, and due to the erosion of wind and sand, only the outline is faintly left. Passing through the Xihe Hall and the courtyard, on the eagle's beak rock on the edge of the cliff, there was a figure in a black shirt sitting upright, the old willows below were so dry that people didn't feel that they still had vitality, and the ancient well was also dried up, including the small pond on the side, of course.

Withered willows, dry wells, dry ponds, just because a certain land fairy wearing peach blossoms is not on Tiantai Mountain, and at this time, this figure on the eagle's beak rock, looking at the sunset and steaming clouds, happens to be thinking of that person.

Zong Yang thought that when he went to Tiantai Mountain, he was even more lonely, it was fate that made him know Mu Tian, and the bonfire when he first saw him was the unforgettable warmth of Zong Yang's life. He smiled slightly, looked back, and as far as his eyes could see, two figures suddenly appeared at the door of Xihe Palace, sitting side by side on the threshold, and in a trance, the two figures disappeared again. Zong Yang retracted his gaze and landed in front of the courtyard, where a dashing man in a peach blossom coat appeared, with a sloppy beard, laughing.

Zong Yang came back to his senses and looked at the same four crosses and two sentences on the ground, because Mu Tian and Jiang Wuxiong were both written by Lingxi, so the sword intent was dispersed early, but from the writing style of the characters, Zong Yang could easily judge who wrote the two sentences.

There is no sainthood, and my generation will be holy if it is extraordinary.

The sword is not the way, but it destroys the south of the country.

Reading these two sentences, Zong Yang slowly closed his eyes, and after concentrating, he spread his right hand on his lap upward, and a small ball of golden black red flame first ignited between his index fingers, and then a small sword intent sword appeared, the two had already fused and coexisted, but Zong Yang only let them entangle each other smartly, because a wisp of pure white origin vitality appeared on his fingertips, trying to merge with the power of the sun sword intent.

Writing with these three forces on the cliff wall, Zong Yang is not swaying, but by falling to write this extremely difficult state to maximize the potential, trying to make these three forces fuse, although it backfired, but it is not without a little gain, Zong Yang faintly felt that these three forces are imperceptibly fused with the opportunity of writing on the cliff.

At this time, the Origin Vitality was wandering outside the power of the sun and the sword intent, the Awakening Soul Divine Sense controlled the former, and the main soul controlled the latter two, and the Zong Yang Essence Qi gradually reached the realm of selflessness, and the tip of the Origin Qi began to merge with the power of the sun Sword Intent, forming a tiny point of light.

This process lasted for more than a dozen breaths, and the three forces still did not succeed in fusing together, Zong Yang said to himself: "It seems that it will take some time. ”

The three forces immediately dissipated at his fingertips, and Zong Yang looked at the new magic pattern on his right arm, which was very different from the previous magic pattern, because he had the memory of leaving the sky, so Zong Yang recognized the current magic pattern.

"Ji Yan, do you know that the power of the sun is too strong, so give my right arm a blessing with a pattern" Zong Yang clenched his right fist, now that he has the magic trick to cultivate the divine soul, not only can he ask the sun god to possess him, but the cultivation of the ten yangs behind his back is also just around the corner.

He got up and stretched, expecting that the crow and the Yuan Ben worm should also come back from the mountain, but as soon as he took a step, he suddenly sensed a figure sweeping from the sky.

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There was a figure galloping, fixed on Zong Yang's side, the peach blossom was frenzied, someone stretched out a hand, pressed Zong Yang's right shoulder, the corners of his mouth raised, and said chicly: "Boy, did you think about your eldest brother just now." ”

Zong Yang smiled and shook his head, "No." ”

There is an extra figure on the eagle's beak rock, and the two meditate side by side, watching the sea of clouds churn and the sun set.

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; "Boy, let's talk about what happened after the Ethereal Peak parted." Mu Tian supported his head with his right hand, and his expression was lazy.

Zong Yang took another sip of the peach blossom wine in the Mutian wine gourd, and said briefly: "Since the ethereal peak, we first returned to the Hidden Dragon Cave, with the help of the prison soul curse crow to build a successful body, and then stayed in an ancient temple named Sanzang on the border of the Xuanyang Empire, killed the corpse demon Taoist of the Red Moon Demon Sect, and then returned to the city of innocence, in order to enter the Yin Yang Palace to find clues to his life experience, he became the emperor of the southeast gate, and finally got involved in the battle of the head of the Yin and Yang clan, but fortunately, he finally knew his life experience. ”

Mu Tian listened carefully, and after listening, he said: "At that time, I saw the successive heavenly tribulations in Niubi Peak, if it wasn't for the senior brother to stop me, I would have come a long time ago, but fortunately, boy, you are fine." ”

Mu Tian had an unconcealable apology on his face.

"Well, it's fine." Zong Yang responded easily, not mentioning the danger at that time.

"Boy." Mu Tian sat up straight, looking into the distance, but the corners of his eyes all paid attention to Zong Yang, and his face gradually condensed, "Then who are you?"

The afterglow of the setting sun penetrated between the two, and after a short silence, Zong Yang left the silhouette of returning the wine gourd to Mu Tian, and the next sentence did not go away with the wind.

"Big brother, my life experience is just a memory, I'm just Zongyang, your brother."

Zong Yang didn't say that it was Litian's previous life, because he didn't want the brotherhood between the two to become complicated, and it was good to keep the original simplicity and purity, and of course he didn't want the eldest brother to feel inferior in the matter of pulling the wind. Mu Tian didn't ask, but felt relieved, because Zong Yang's words were enough.

Mu Tian poured peach blossom wine, and Zong Yang continued: "After leaving the City of Innocence, I looked for the person who applied the Gu poison for Su Ying, everything went well, and after getting the antidote, I went to the Ethereal Peak. ”

Zong Yang looked at Mu Tian and said with a smile: "Anyway, big brother, you should thank me for relieving you." ”

Mu Tian shook his head with a wry smile, his face was full of sorrow, and sighed: "Speaking of this, when Fang Zhi Holy Monk informed me, I immediately went to the Ethereal Peak, but unfortunately, the peak turned around, and the bullshit Yanlong Emperor sent out the Holy Curcuma in advance, but unexpectedly, this thing was on the Ethereal Peak and it was bad when it was cold, although the Gu poison of Su Ying had been resolved, but the Holy Curcuma had not yet returned, so I had no choice but to abide by the agreement and marry the King of Longling who came out of nowhere." ”

Hearing this news, Zong Yang was also shocked, and asked eagerly, "How can the Holy Curcuma Technique be so unbearable?"

"Who knows." Mu Tian was unbearable, and poured another sip of wine, "If it is changed to something else, with a restless character, how can she talk so well, I don't know her thoughts, she is still asking me to make a choice." ”

Zong Yang agreed, but he thought that the night palace master was too daring to gamble, how could a marriage event be a child's play, if it was not handled well, the consequences would be extraordinary.

"Alas" Mu Tian looked at the wine gourd in a daze, even if he drank 10,000 catties of wine, he was only drunk for a while.

Zong Yang lay down, pillowed his hands, and said indifferently: "Big brother, heart and Tao, a woman and a sword, you actually have a choice, but you are tired by some things." Chiyang Gate needs you to carry the Dao, because the Eight Desolation Sword Shrine is eyeing the tiger, and the Peach God Sword is related to the number of Bagua Mountain Qi, and the Lord of the Night Palace strictly obeys the ancestral teachings, and it is indeed a dilemma to form a Taoist couple with the head of Chiyang. All living beings are bound by countless cages between heaven and earth. What Zhu Daxian said in the legend is really appropriate, you can't put it down, you are all trapped beasts. But who can let it go, so do I. ”

Mu Tian left, and Zong Yang asked Ye Wuning about the marriage date with the King of Longling, and there were still seventy-one days.

The noise of the Yuan Ben insect came from afar, Zong Yang got up and walked down the eagle's beak rock, and said with a confident smile: "Big brother, there is still time before the marriage, and there are still seven years left in the Peach God Sword catastrophe, maybe everything will still have a turnaround." 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or the publishing house.