Linghu Yichong felt that there was something in Meng Yiming's words, but he couldn't understand it.

He wanted to discuss with someone, but unfortunately found that Taihua Mountain was very unfamiliar to him.

Most of the brothers and sisters who are familiar with each other are going to the south and the north of the world, they are managing the Taihua Thousands of Miles Realm, and there are countless affairs busy.

Mount Taihua is getting taller and bigger, and the Taihua Sect is getting stronger and stronger, but it is no longer a place he is familiar with.

Yutang and Deng Feng were all fighting in Taixi and conquering foreign races.

He found it boring and a little unaccustomed to it, so he never went there.

Looking for Uncle Fengshi?

Ling Hu Yichong shook his head, how could he trouble Uncle Feng with this little.

Maybe ask Yingying?

Linghu Yichong thought of Ren Yingying, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl slightly, and then sighed again.

In the past, the Sun and Moon God Sect was a demon sect, and there was a huge gap between the two, although the master said that he didn't need to care, but he was afraid of bringing adverse effects to Huashan again, and he never dared to be with Yingying.

Later, Sun and Moon also became one of the seven major sects of the Chang'an League, and the obstacles between the two seemed to have disappeared, but Ying Ying was arrested by the sect leader again, and I heard that she was assisting in the management of the Sun and Moon Sect, and it seemed that she wanted Ying Ying to take over as the sect leader.

Ling Hu Yichong scratched his scattered hair and felt very confused.

Nothing goes well, as if you can't do anything well!

Since when did this begin?

Linghu Yichong took a sip of wine and thought about it carefully.

Oh!

It started when I stayed in the Demon Cult.

Indeed, as the master said, he has seen a lot of magic tricks in the Demon Sect, what sunflower treasure books, what Tai Chi Sutra, and even the star absorption Dafa of the sect leader, I have also seen it.

After seeing the undefeated competition between Zhangjiao and Dongfang, and seeing so many magic tricks, his martial arts are advancing rapidly, and he is making rapid progress, thinking that in his lifetime, he should be able to catch up with the realm of Zhangjiao.

But the world has changed greatly......

finally rushed back to Huashan, and found that compared to a dozen senior brothers, not only did not narrow the gap, but was pulled farther away.

It turned out that when he entered the Demon Sect from there, he was out of touch with Huashan.

At that time, the brothers who knew each other were still together, and although everyone was sad, they still worked hard to rebuild Huashan.

Later, everyone listened to the call of Uncle Feng's group and went out to kill the demon beasts, but somehow, after breaking through the qi transformation period, they didn't even return to Huashan, and they have been wandering in the north.

When the brothers rushed back to Taihua and developed Taihua together, they were ignorant, and they were alone in the mountains and rivers, just to meet Yingying from time to time.

Then, Senior Brother Lin recruited himself back to the mountain and let himself fight Wudang.

He seriously injured Xie Chonglou, but he felt that Xie Chonglou was a little pitiful, so he rashly admitted defeat.

I heard that Taihua suffered heavy losses because of this, and many of the brothers who were negotiating with various factions at that time did not look at themselves very friendly.

Since then, it seems that Taihua has become more and more strange!

Linghu Yichong slowly walked out of Chang'an City and walked eastward.

When I came to the Taihua Academy, I watched from afar the disciples of the Academy Palace were exercising, competing, reading under the tree, and whispering......

The best part of the academy disciples here will become the official disciples of the Taihua Sect, that is, his nephews.

But he wasn't familiar with any of them!

These juniors and nephews will be assigned to the other juniors and brothers, and they will be given their guidance again to continue their cultivation.

But no one will be assigned to follow him.

What can you do with him?

Do you want to enjoy the mountains and rivers?

Do you drink wine and eat meat?

Hu Yichong felt an extremely uncomfortable sadness surging from his heart, and he just wanted to cry loudly.

What else do I have in Huashan?

My roots in Huashan are broken!

Linghu Yichong staggered away from Huayin, and did not take the main road, but only shuttled through the forest.

When you are thirsty, you will drink the mountain water.

When he is hungry, he picks a fruit.

Chaos Chaos ......

Stupefied......

When it was dark, he fell asleep at the foot of the tree.

When it was dawn, I got up and walked east.

The hairpin on his head had fallen off, and his hair was disheveled.

His robe was dirty and torn, the wine gourd was gone, and the money bag was gone......

Only the worn-out Taihua sword was still tightly held in his left hand.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha horn sounded in his ears, alarming Linghu Yichong in the chaos.

Linghu Yichong slowly stopped, looked up, and saw a middle-aged monk, standing in front of him, the sunlight projected from the leaves, and the colorful light points were imprinted on the monk, making the monk appear bright and tall.

"Why is the donor so confused and sad?"

The monk's eyes are gentle, and his voice is like a spring breeze, which makes people's hearts warm.

"I don't have a home!"

Linghu Yichong slowly lowered his eyes and muttered.

The monk's eyes became softer, and he said slowly: "The red dust and turbid world, the vicissitudes of life, the warmth and coldness of human feelings, unpredictable, unsatisfactory things, often nine times out of ten, the donor should treat it with a normal heart." ”

Linghu Yichong shook his head and muttered, "You don't understand ......"

"It's all my fault, I'm too selfish, I only care about my own feelings, but whatever I can ......"

As he spoke, he stopped.

The monk saw that his expression changed slightly, his eyes flashed, and he whispered: "Human nature is like this, make plans for yourself, but you can't ...... it."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Linghu Yichong looking up, his eyes were clear and condensed, and gradually became cold, and a trace of sword intent slowly overflowed from his thin body.

The monk couldn't help frowning slightly, secretly sighed that it was a pity, and took a step back.

"Ask for life!"

Ling Hu Yichong's heart was shocked just now, and he woke up in an instant.

More than ten years ago, Senior Brother Yang Yijian analyzed Shaolin's newly appeared life-seeking Sanskrit sound, and suggested that the senior brothers practice the eye-catching technique created by Zhangjiao.

Linghu Yichong suffered some injuries after the competition, and during the period of recuperation, he carefully studied the eye-brightening technique, and regarded this simple but applicable spell as a small prohibition, and arranged it on the outside of his soul space as a warning.

Although the monk's eyes did not shine with a strange light, the penetration of the divine soul touched the vigilance laid by Ling Hu Yichong.

Although Ling Hu Yichong was sad and sad, his advanced cultivation made his vigilance exhausted, and he sobered up in an instant.

"Monk, what can you teach me?"

Carelessly, he almost caught the monk's way, which made Hu Yichong's anger slowly rise in his heart, and his momentum continued to rise, and the sword intent was entangled, and he went towards the monk.

The monk kicked his feet, his body retreated rapidly, and he instantly withdrew two hundred zhang away, looking at Linghu Yichong, with a hint of caution in his eyes.

This Taihua disciple has actually advanced to the peak of the first grade of qi, no wonder he is so vigilant.

How fortunate the Taihua Sect is, genius disciples have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and one after another is casually encountered along the way, and he is already a top master in the cultivation world.

"The poor monk Zhuang Huan, seeing that the donor was sad, wanted to enlighten and merge into malice. ”

At the peak of the first grade of Qi Transformation, there are only a handful of people in the entire cultivation world, but in Zhuang Huan's memory, there is no such person among the dozen or so people who have the highest cultivation in the Taihua Sect.

Taihua's heritage is really a bit scary!

Zhuang Huan was passing by here just now, and inadvertently found a faint aura on the ground, so he stopped and observed for a while in curiosity, and found that this Taihua disciple looked sad and in a trance.

For a while, I thought that I would cross it into Buddhism, which could not only increase the strength of Shaolin, but also sweep away Taihua's face, killing two birds with one stone.

However, I didn't understand what was wrong, and the Buddhist Dafa had just begun to be exercised, and it woke up the other party.

Of course, Linghu Yichong knew the monk's intentions, and he was also shocked into a cold sweat in his heart, if he hadn't cultivated the eye-catching technique of the master's teaching to an extremely high level and set a warning for his soul, he might have been confused by it......

"Monk, since you dare to plot against me, you have to bear the lesson of failure. ”

"Take my sword, if you don't die, I'll spare your life. ”

Zhuang Huan smiled slightly and said: "More than thirty years ago, I competed with your predecessor Yue Zhangjiao, Taihua, he has an elegant temperament, quiet and indifferent, but he is not as angry as you, why not learn from your Yue Zhangjiao, calm down, and describe the origin of the two religions." ”

"Coach!"

This familiar word jumped into his heart from Ling Hu Yichong's ears, and suddenly a wave of hope rose from his heart.

Cheer up the fox Yichong.

That's right!

And the Coach!

Taihua is not Huashan.

Where there is a teacher and an aunt, it is Huashan!

I'm going to find the Coach!

I'm going to find my aunt!

The head teacher and aunt won't want me!

Ling Hu Yichong's mind was racing, but he didn't forget the monk who was plotting against him in front of him.

"Teach mercy, since you don't die, why don't you concentrate on cultivation and self-cultivation, but instead come out and plot against me?"

"Look at the sword!"

Linghu Yichong didn't see how to behave, drew his long sword, and stabbed forward.

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