The grass is long and the willows are green, and the two swallows are back.

There are many more tombs on the grassy slopes, new mounds and new mounds, the disciples who died in the war are all buried in this quiet mountain regardless of the level of cultivation, the cultivators have a dream of a hundred years and get rid of the world, the homeland has long been a thing and people have nowhere to go, this Shenhua Mountain is the final destination of the pure yang monks.

At this time, Chunyang still pursues dust to dust and dust, and there are not too many cumbersome rules, and ordinary people are no different from mortals.

All of them were buried before the sun rose this morning, and for the first time in countless years, the Pure Yang Palace suffered heavy losses......

Sacrifice to the mountain, inform the heavens and the earth.

Into the earth, heaven and man are separated forever.

The cuckoo is chirping, the chickadee is chirping and jumping in the trees, Bai Yujun sits on the boulder on the hillside where the wild flowers are blooming and looks at the burial of the same door, raises the wine gourd to drink a few sips of rice wine, and raises his hand to brush the long hair that has been blown by the wind.

Bai Yujun is a dragon, and he can't rely on the funeral too close, otherwise it will be easy to collide with the dead soul, so he can only stand in the distance and say goodbye.

Raising the wine gourd and pouring wine three times in front of him, all he can do now is to improve the feng shui of the cemetery and bless them sincerely, and give the greatest respect to his comrade-in-arms Bai Yujun who died in battle.

The funeral was simple and peaceful, with pear blossoms falling like snow and sprinkling new mounds of earth......

"Go well, may you be blessed, and in the next life, you will climb Shenhua Mountain and return to Chunyang. ”

The blessing of the dragon is not available to everyone, but anyone who gets the blessing will improve the fate of the benefits, even the Jiao also has a little dragon nature, at present, it is the best blessing in this world, there are very few people in the world who get the blessing of the dragon, and more are cursed by a certain Jiao.

casually brushed the scattered hair in front of him behind his ears, and then poured wine and found that the gourd was empty.

Shrugged and continued to sit in a daze.

The deceased's best friend wept and wept at the grave, heartbroken, even a cultivator can't escape the fact that human nature can't erase this vulgar heart, does it really exist without eating the world's fireworks?

Perhaps, this is the purpose of hard practice, no longer bound by death, and living freely as an immortal.

Sitting on the top of the boulder, there is a white Jiao phantom disc above the head behind him, the phantom Jiao's head changes with a certain white action, and a white person looks where the white Jiao also makes corresponding movements, which is very powerful because of the momentum.

The deceased has been buried in the ground, and the same door left the hillside and returned to the mountain gate, and Bai Yujun flew lightly to the height of Huashan.

Return to Qingxu Palace.

Take a few quick steps to relieve the inertia brought by the landing, have nothing to do every day and wait for the next pure yang event, I am not interested in meditating and practicing, I just want to sleep or wander around, I just want to hurry up and wait for Chu Zhe to return to the Southern Wilderness after taking office, Shenhua Mountain is too boring, anyway, at present, there will be no war between the two sects for at least a thousand years.

As for the changes in the Central Plains, it's none of the business, just toss it, don't harm the Southern Wilderness.

Inexplicably, the old peach tree on the Immortal Island on the top of the Forgotten Peak became different, and the young disciples often ran to the tree to gather under the tree, which was said to be for the purpose of getting lucky with the peach blossoms, and more because they wanted to understand the trick of cultivating into a real person.

Many stories have happened under this tree, and everyone remembers the peach petals that suddenly appeared when the future leader broke through that day......

Thinking of many rumors between the future head of the family and the Jiaonu back then, the young disciples are itching, especially the peach-colored lace news of the high-ranking ones is even more unstoppable.

Just like the mentality of many people in the Central Plains at present, the snake girl may not be accepted by the world, but the Jiao girl is definitely popular.

A certain white was too lazy to take care of it, and began to spend his days sleeping, curling up in bed and entering a dormant state......

......

A temple in the south.

The once splendid temple is now in tatters, with collapsed pillars and broken idols and bloodstains everywhere......

In the hall full of ashes and charcoal, Huang Zhao, who was missing an arm, tried to get close to the corner of the wall, his expression was panicked and trembling, it was in fear, when it learned that his father was killed by the Southern Desolate Eagle Clan in a duel at the foot of Shenhua Mountain, it felt that the sky had fallen, especially the King of Wisdom had become mentally ill!

Afraid, afraid that the Eagle Clan of the Southern Wilderness Wind Thunder Cliff found themselves and asked for a duel.

It didn't understand, it couldn't figure out why its father, who was the demon king of the god transformation stage, was defeated by those demon marshals, and hated those low-blooded eagle clans in his heart, but he was extremely afraid and didn't dare to leave the temple.

The Wisdom King in the main hall was going crazy, and Huang Zhao didn't understand what he was talking about......

"Who am I, who am I?"

"I am the King of Wisdom? Yes, I am the King of Wisdom, but is it true? Who is the King of Wisdom?"

"No! Who are you!"

The roar echoed in the empty hall, the broken golden idol looked down on the madness of the King of Wisdom, his face was expressionless and seemed to be compassionate, Huang Zhao did not feel that the idol was alive, because it had never shown the so-called miracle and had never said a word, even if it was smashed by someone, there was no expression, there was only himself and an old madman in this hall.

Frightened and sad, my father said before he left that he would help him grow wings again, but now no one cares.

The Western Sect suffered heavy losses since the defeat of Shenhua Mountain, more than half of the casualties in the Jindan period of the Yuan Infant Period were greatly reduced, and the strength of the muscles and bones was greatly reduced, and when he went there, he was depressed and depressed, and he was sneering and sneering, and he could not imagine gathering monks from all over the world to witness the fall of Shenhua Mountain, but he witnessed the decline of the Western Sect, and it became a laughing stock.

When I returned to the south, I found that the old nest had suffered heavy losses, the temples had been damaged, the assets had been looted, and the disciples of the sect had died and scattered.

Many people wake up like a dream, clearly knowing that they overestimated the prestige of the sect before and thought that others would not dare to move, who knows that there are people in the world who are not afraid of the Western religion, especially the Southern Wilderness, who does not care about the Central Plains forces at all.

When he returned, the wise king went mad.

"Yu Rong! You must be lying to me! Do you think you can drive me crazy with this method? You are dreaming!"

Huang Zhao wanted to say that the real person had succeeded, but he still didn't dare to speak for safety, and now that he was missing a wing, his speed was greatly reduced, and he couldn't cause trouble like before.

Suddenly, Huang Zhao heard footsteps at the door!

The footsteps are very soft, and I feel very polite and literate, step by step......

The burnt yellow and black broken curtain prayer flags roasted by the fire swayed, and Huang Zhao's eagle eyes could only see someone walking barefoot under the curtain, just seeing a pair of feet felt relieved and relaxed, and the bottom of his heart was no longer afraid or anxious.

The dim hall that had been burned by the fire suddenly became bright, and a faint soft light filled the idol.

The old wisdom king, who had been hit mentally and had become insane, turned around suddenly, his eyes shining brightly at the figure behind the flying curtains, holding a Zen staff and roaring loudly.

"Who are you! This is mine! I am the King of Wisdom!"

After the roar, there was silence, and the feet were still walking forward as if they were about to push off the prayer flags and appear in front of him, and then, Huang Zhao heard the most serene voice in the world, full of magnetism.

"Yes, you are the King of Wisdom, but you are not the King of Wisdom, and it doesn't matter if it's true or not. ”

The old wisdom king's body was crooked and tried to see who was behind the swaying prayer flag, but the other party pretended to be a ghost but couldn't see his face clearly with cultivation, and the old hand holding the Zen staff was obviously very hard, he was different from Huang Zhao, and all he felt at this moment was boundless fear......

"Who are you...... come out!"

After the fire was burned, the broken prayer flags parted, and a young monk walked out......

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