Chang'an City, morality.

Su Qingming opened his eyes, looked at the familiar scenery in front of him, there was a trace of trance in his eyes, and then he didn't know why he closed his eyes again.

Shanyuan quietly looked at Su Qingming, who closed his eyes and crossed his knees again, and did not disturb.

For three months, in the moral Yujing Mountain, Su Qingming fell into penance.

It also borrowed the treasure yin and yang diagram of morality.

This treasure that can make people travel through the years, one year old and one time, Su Qingming started from a mortal and once again embarked on the road of cultivation.

In the yin-yang diagram, the sense of seclusion that has passed like a flight of time makes Su Qingming almost unable to extricate himself.

Decades of memories and experiences have passed, and suddenly back to the present world, the two worlds are refuted, and there will be many inevitable emotions in the natural state of mind.

Half an hour later, Su Qingming opened his eyes, and the various emotions in his eyes disappeared.

Su Qingming didn't speak, just stood up and looked at the sea of clouds in front of him.

The breeze swept through the clothes, like an immortal.

"It's just been three months, and three days later will be the day of the battle with the white sword."

Shan Yuan counted the time and asked seriously, "How much has the realm recovered?" ”

Su Qingming came to the Daode Immortal Sect this time, originally to restore his realm, and looking at the sword he had made before, his mood was flawless, and it should be roughly the same.

Su Qingming did not speak.

Shanyuan raised his eyebrows and said, "It can't be that it hasn't recovered yet, right?" ”

"If you don't say it, I'll almost forget."

Su Qingming nodded and said, "But it should be about the same." ”

With that, he went down the mountain.

Seeing Su Qingming's seemingly calm but extremely fast steps, Shan Yuan wondered if he still remembered to fight against people in the Yin and Yang diagram.

That's the treasure of his Taoism, and he doesn't know this life when he enters yin and yang.

And then I thought about it, what does it mean to be almost? To recover or not to recover?

Shanyuan sighed and said, "Pretend or you can pretend!" ”

With Su Qingming gone.

Morality has returned to serenity

...

Chang'an City is unusually prosperous today.

There were more and more people coming and going at the city gate, and most of them were cultivators with good temperament from all over the Great Wilderness Ancient Realm.

All the inns on the riverbank opposite the Mingyue Bridge are even fuller, especially the location by the window, which is hard to find.

Countless people are looking forward to today's showdown that is destined to go down in the history of the cultivation world.

Next to the window of the most famous Yingxian Inn in Jinshui River, Chang'an City, the prime minister rented it as early as March, but it was a middle-aged man sitting here at the moment.

He was dressed in civilian clothes and had a majestic bearing, Li Shu was sitting beside him at the moment, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, very well-behaved.

At the same time, behind the two stood an old man with a soft face, with white hair and slightly lowered eyes.

He smiled and asked, "Su Qingming hasn't come back yet?" ”

Li Shu lay on the table and said boredly: "Not yet, I haven't seen him anyway." ”

The man quipped, "It can't be a run,"

Li Shu exhaled angrily: "No, don't you know that when Su Qingming first practiced swords, he was so good-looking!" ”

The Emperor smiled and looked behind him.

The feminine old man took a step forward and whispered, "Lord Shizi, today the three sects and nine streams in the capital are gathered, and there are a lot of people." ”

The emperor smiled and asked, "How many are there in the Holy Land?" ”

The feminine old man bent down slightly and said, "The seven families are here." ”

......

There were two people at the table in a wine shop next to the Yingxian Inn.

A man with a wooden face, unable to see his age clearly, his face was still quite young, his face was full of death, and his eyes were gray.

A fairy woman with a noble temperament and impeccable facial features.

The people of Chang'an City, who were originally watching the competition, saw the woman in the white dress, and their eyes were all attracted to the past, as if they were stunned and could not turn back.

The Mu Ne man took a sip of wine and said indifferently: "Moon Occultation Sect? ”

The woman smiled and said, "Yes, Xie Zhiliu of the Moon Occultation Sect. ”

Apparently aware of the name, the man asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

Xie Zhiliu said calmly: "Of course, let's look at this competition. ”

The grimacing man shook his head.

Xie Zhiliu's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled: "In addition, Mr. Yan from the academy asked me to help keep an eye on you, don't cause any trouble in Chang'an City." ”

"Oh." The man did not react when he heard this.

"I also heard from Daoyan Zhenren that I knew that in addition to Xiao Qi, there are characters like you in the Demon Town, and you can let the Demon Town City use the Great Divine Power to shield the Heavenly Machine, it seems that I have high expectations for you?"

Xie Zhiliu of the Moon Occultation Sect did not mean to be polite at all, and asked as if chatting.

With the growth of cultivation, the disciples of the Seven Holy Lands had a deeper and deeper understanding of the Immortal Demon List, and they also knew more and more inside stories.

For example, the young cultivators of this generation in the world, not only these people on the immortal and demon list, but also some of the younger generation who are blocked by the sect or secret treasure behind them.

These people are often extremely talented, but they are prone to fall early, so they are hidden by the sect.

The Mu Ne man didn't mean to keep talking, and said, "Fortunately, I can't beat Shen Shenfei." ”

Xie Zhiliu of the Moon Occultation Sect asked, "Then why did you leave the Demon City and come all the way here?" ”

The Mu Ne man was shocked when he exited, and said, "Let's see if we can kill Su Qingming." ”

Xie Zhiliu frowned and said, "Why? ”

"It's just a feud between the sect." The wooden man shook his head and said, "You're going to stop me?" ”

Xie Zhiliu also shook his head and smiled: "This is Chang'an City, my task is only to be responsible for watching you, if you really want to make a move in the competition, the person who will do it is naturally not me." ”

The man didn't ask who was coming.

Because naturally it is the people of the Daode Immortal Sect who come.

Of course, it's also someone he can't beat now.

The Mu Ne man said calmly: "Then it depends on whether he dies this time." ”

......

There was a person standing on the roof of a tall building at the far end of the Mingyue Bridge.

The stout man crossed his hands on his chest, his face was calm, and he just quietly looked down at the bridge.

There was not a trace of qi fluctuation in his body, but it seemed to be a small world of his own.

In this small world, the world is invincible.

Naturally, the only one who can have such a martial arts atmosphere is Song Nu.

The countless gazes of heaven and earth all seemed to sweep inadvertently from this side, and then quickly disappeared.

The man turned a blind eye, and his face did not change in the slightest.

There was a fresh breeze around him, and a monk appeared.

Hanging Temple, a cicada monk.

He touched his head a little embarrassed, bent down and said, "Hello." ”

Song Nu looked at Cicada Yi and said, "You're okay too." ”

Cicada bent down again and said: "The true person of the Taoist Daoyan asked me to help watch you, and said that please don't do anything troublesome in the city, you can.... Is it? ”

Monk Cicada's tone was a little swerving, and he even seemed extremely weak, of course, because he was really not very good at fighting.

But the person who can make Daoyan Zhenren feel at ease to entrust this matter naturally has the confidence in it.

Sure enough, Song Nu nodded and said, "Don't worry, I have always respected morality, just to come and see this competition." ”

As soon as the cicada heard this, she finally relieved her heart and breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Nu looked at the cicada and said, "I heard that you are the reincarnation of a certain Buddha, do you really have an incorruptible body?" ”

As soon as the cicada saw Song Nu's eyes, she didn't know why she hurriedly shook her head and said, "It's bad, it's bad." ”

Seeing Cicada Yi with such a demeanor, Song Nu put away the thoughts in his heart.

Just now, he just suddenly remembered that the master said that the cicada of Lingyin Temple is a Buddha in the true sense, with a vajra incorruptible body, not just the concept of the three realms on the Buddhism, so Song Nu wanted to see how hard his fist was and whether he could break the Buddha's true body in the Buddhism.

But Cicada didn't make a move, so he had to stop.

Cicada looked at the bustling crowd and said with emotion: "Who do you think will win this duel?" ”

Song Nu remembered one thing and said: "There are rumors in the world, and the realm of the Daomen is even more difficult to think, some people say that under the three realms of returning to the truth, there is nothing to ponder, do you know the reason, monk?" ”

Cicada smiled, obviously in a good mood, as long as there is no fight to be able to chat, it is an excellent thing, hearing this question, he pondered for a while, and said: "This statement is reasonable, because it is said that sword cultivation actually has twelve realms, but because of some unknown reasons, now there are only nine realms, and anyone who steps into the Great Perfection of the Dust Realm will be able to comprehend the three realms that have disappeared above the nine realms." ”

Cicada thought of something, and said slowly: "What's more, those two are the best in sword cultivation, except for the realm, the way of the sword is even more unpredictable, it can't be measured by the realm alone, the realm where the sword cultivation really stepped into the top threshold of the cultivation world is the realm of the cave truth, if you can comprehend the legendary sword of yin and yang, I am afraid that even the three realms of returning to the truth have the strength to fight with it." ”

Cicada Yi suddenly touched his head, and said with a bitter face: "Why do you say this, I feel that Su Qingming is completely cold." ”

Before Su Qingming was injured in Dahe City, he was in the Ning Yuan Realm, and it was said that his cultivation was in ruins, although after some treatment by the Daode Immortal Sect, it was possible that his injuries would improve, but compared with Bai Jianyi, who was at the peak of the Dust Realm, the gap between the two of them was still insurmountable.

Song Nu didn't speak, but suddenly felt the stunned gaze beside him, and wondered, "What are you doing?" ”

Cicada asked, "Don't you have a special opinion?" ”

Song Nu shook his head and said lightly: "Qingcheng Bai Jian Yi is not the general realm of the Sword Sect a few years ago, although it is also out of the dust realm, but the gap is huge, this battle, Su Qingming can't win at all." ”

....

Inside the Yingxian Inn.

The old man, whose real identity was the eunuch Ouchi, suddenly said: "This battle has attracted too much attention, we have opened the ban in the city, although we have sent more people, but to say that some people who should not come in will come in, it is estimated that it will be very troublesome." ”

The emperor smiled and waved his hand: "These are moral matters, what do we care?" I wish all these guys who were unscrupulous about Chang'an City would pop out, so it would save me a lot of trouble. ”

The old eunuch did not speak.

That's when it happened.

When all the young people in these mainland holy places focused their eyes on Chang'an City, an old man walked in silently from outside the city gate, his hands in his sleeves, and he bowed his head slightly, like an ordinary old man.

He slowly came to the vicinity of the Mingyue Bridge, and then found a position where he could barely see the line of sight clearly, as if the old monk was in a seat.

In less than a moment, Dao Yan Zhenren appeared from the other side, and then stood quietly beside the old man.

The wrinkles on the old man's face were like knife cuts, and he laughed and said, "I still can't hide it from you." ”

Dao Yan shook his head and said, "I didn't expect you to come here, it was too hasty, the world thought you were already dead, but I didn't expect you to get a good one." ”

The old man said lightly: "It's a pity, compared to your morality, my life is not good, why are you stopping me?" ”

Daoyan Zhenren nodded and smiled: "I took a small thing from the view. ”

A sword appeared in Dao Yan's hand.

The sword that can be held in the hand of Daoyan Zhenren is naturally not an ordinary sword.

Sure enough, the old man's eyes changed, and he no longer spoke, but sighed slightly.

He said: "When people come, they are lonely for too long, and sometimes they want to join in the fun, and they have no other ideas. ”

Dao Yan's face remained calm and unchanged, and said, "Next, please stand here before the end of the matter, and don't make any dangerous moves." ”

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched, and he said, "You have the final say." ”

Daoyan bent down slightly and said with a smile: "Thank you very much." ”