Stepping onto the platform in front of the mountain gate, before he could feel the different feelings brought by this word, a monk walked out inside.

"Senior Brother Chen, why did you just go out for a few days and come back?" a short monk greeted Chen Jingjing.

I saw that this man had an empty left sleeve, and he had only one arm, which was rare among monks.

"Something happened, so I hurried back. Chen Jing was also a little hesitant, not knowing whether to tell Yi Heng about it.

"Who is this senior brother, and why does he look a little familiar. Senior Brother Hao saw Yi Heng behind him, but focused on the young eagle with closed eyes on his shoulder, and asked casually.

"Well, this is Senior Brother Yi, this time I went out to meet Senior Brother Yi and came back together. Chen Jing had to be honest.

"Senior Brother Yi, which Senior Brother Yi?" Senior Brother Hao didn't react for a while, but then his face changed greatly, sometimes surprised and sometimes sad, and such a look kept deducing in an instant.

"The first person under the eighth floor, instantly killed the Zhenmen family, was chased and killed by the Zhuji monk, and was the initiator of the melee. In an instant, Senior Brother Hao reacted, it was this person who made the Yimen disciples proud, and it was also this person who made him lose his left arm.

Staring at Yi Heng's eyes turned red, as if excited and resentful, he himself didn't know, so he could only bow his head and say in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Yi, please." ”

Yi Heng saw his face change, he knew what was going on, looked at the empty left sleeve, could only bow his hand slightly, and walked slowly towards the mountain gate.

Chen Jing patted Senior Brother Hao's shoulder, and without saying any words of comfort, he also followed Yi Heng into the mountain gate.

Senior Brother Hao looked at Yi Heng's back blankly, stretched out his right hand and pinched the empty left sleeve, and finally put it down indifferently.

"Cultivating immortals is against the sky, life and death have long been put aside, and now I have only lost my left arm, is it because I am not good at learning, what does it have to do with Senior Brother Yi?

Senior Brother Hao's eyes gradually cleared, bowed to Yi Heng's back, and bowed deeply.

Walking slowly up the stone steps and entering the door, he was not so anxious, and first patted the little head of the young eagle with his hand, which had been sleeping grogily, and when he was awakened, his eyes showed surprise.

Then he was a little angry, tilting his head and staring at Yi Heng, as if he wanted Yi Heng to give a reasonable explanation, but at this time, where was he in the mood, he took out a spirit stone and handed it over.

The young eagle immediately became happy, and pecked with its small beak, and the hard spirit stone was pecked off a small piece, and it was swallowed immediately, Yi Heng pointed to the tree next to him, and the young eagle shook his head humanely and chirped twice.

Yi Heng was helpless, stretched out his hand and compared two fingers, the young eagle tilted his head and thought for a while, before he proudly picked up the spirit stone in his hand, flew up, and disappeared into the woods next to him in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this scene, Chen Jing behind him opened his mouth wide, this eagle is so smart, and this spirit stone is so worthless, but seeing that Yi Heng was silent again, he didn't dare to speak.

Looking at the scenery that he had never looked at closely, he only wished that the end of the stone steps was not so short.

But half an hour later, it was still at the end, and I didn't meet anyone along the way.

As soon as I stepped on the Qiankun Square, I saw the "Qiankun Palace" that had not changed, the majestic hall, solemn and solemn, the door of the hall was closed, but Yi Heng could imagine the portrait in the hall.

On that day, he and Zeng Yushu knelt down here to worship the patriarch, and the patriarch on the portrait was wearing a cyan robe, stepping on a purple gold flying sword, hanging a purple treasure bag on his waist, and a pair of eyes exuding a sharp look, which still makes him palpitate until now.

Later, the master of the door Gao Nian: Yimen, with the purpose of protecting my race, and the purpose of protecting the place where I live, now, open my ancestral hall, accept my disciples, preach my morality, and promote my purpose,...。

But now, where is the guard?

Lowering his head, he walked towards the attic where he was cultivating with Zeng Yushu.

Seeing this, Chen Jingjing in the back knew that he would first find Zeng Yushu.

"Senior Brother Yi, Senior Brother Zeng is no longer there. Chen Jing said.

Yi Heng turned his head and looked at him suspiciously, "Could it be that Zeng Yushu is no longer a disciple?" An instant, a nameless fire emerged from his heart.

"Senior Brother Zeng is here, come with me. Chen Jing knew that he couldn't explain it for a while, so he took Yi Heng to the attic where the elder lived.

Yi Heng was even more puzzled, but he didn't ask much, and followed Chen Jing and walked quickly.

Crossing the attic where Liu Gehan lived, Yi Heng turned his head to take a deep look, but did not stop.

After crossing five or six more attics, he finally stopped, and Chen Jing motioned to him that Zeng Yushu was inside.

This is where the elders live, could it be that Zeng Yushu has already built a foundation?

Seeing that he was puzzled, Chen Jing walked forward gently and knocked on the door.

"Senior Brother Zeng, Senior Brother asks to see. Chen Jingjing was a little weak-hearted, after all, it was the first time to knock on the door of the Zhuji monk.

Half loud, without any answer, Chen Jingjing sweated out.

"Senior Brother Zeng, Senior Brother asks to see. "The sound is amplified a lot.

"Nope. This time there was a cold voice from inside.

Yi Heng could hear it clearly, this was Zeng Yushu's voice, but why was he so indifferent, he was like a master.

"Senior Brother Zeng, but you?" Yi Heng suppressed the urge to push open the door.

There was silence inside, but suddenly a breath came out, the door shattered with a bang, and the breath emanating from the attic made Chen Jing retreat more than ten steps.

A figure flew out and stood in front of Yi Heng.

Chen Jing stabilized his mind and looked at the two people in front of him.

The breath that had just been emitted made the two of them flutter in their robes, and both of them looked at each other incredulously with excitement on their faces, even if the broken sawdust was flying around, their eyes were unblinking.

Chen left quietly, knowing that there was no room for anyone or anything between them at the moment.

Zeng Yushu's eyes were full of tears, looking at the blurred face in front of him, for fear that this was an illusion, and then wiped away his tears, and looked carefully again, but where could these tears be wiped away.

He could only touch the scarred cheek with both hands, and when he was sure, he choked up and said with a cry:

"Senior Brother Yi, are you really you? I know that Senior Brother Yi's life can not be left behind by them? ”

Yi Heng saw a long scar on his neck, and it was also difficult to control himself, he reached out and gently touched the scar, only a few minutes away from his throat, if he reacted a little slowly, he was afraid that he would die on the spot.

But after the excitement, I felt that something was wrong, and the two men were really uncomfortable like this.

"Senior Brother Zeng has become bolder, you dare to touch it, Senior Brother. As he spoke, he shook off Zeng Yushu's hands, took a few steps back, and shouted in disguise.

Zeng Yushu was stunned, how long had he not heard these familiar words?

Then he smiled, revealing his white teeth that had not been shown for a long time.