"Hmph! Elder Liu fell because of the earthquake, both public and private, should find him to settle accounts, as long as it is not a big battle between the two gates, who have I Lin been afraid of? Since they all think that this son is loyal and filial piety, he should wait for ten days, then I will go back together and send Elder Liu on his last journey, and I will complete this son's loyalty and filial piety. ”

After Lin Wufeng finished speaking, with a wave of his right hand, the two talismans flickered and disappeared, thinking that one was passed to Lei Yiming and the other was passed to the mountain gate.

After sending it out, he didn't wait for a reply, stood up, and walked out of the door first, followed by a group of monks, and Li Qingquan and his son had no choice but to follow.

"Let's go, send Elder Liu on his last journey. Lin Wufeng shouted and flew away.

"Send Elder Liu on his last journey. The cultivators shouted neatly, and the vicissitudes of life and sadness spread throughout the square, and the other two courtyards heard a burst of discussion and went out of the room.

Seeing the cultivators of Yimen flying into the sky, they disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

"There is not one monk in ten thousand, and now there is one less, so what if you wait for ten days?" In the innermost attic of the northeast courtyard, a monk looked at the transmission note in his hand and muttered to himself.

"If there is no breakthrough in fifty years, we will also turn into a cup of loess, and Elder Liu will go all the way. In the innermost attic of the northwest courtyard, the monk in a brown robe looked lonely and turned his head in the direction of Yimen.

Yi Heng and Zeng Yushu used all their strength to travel all the way, and the original five-day journey took three days, during which Zeng Yushu fainted several times and ran out of spiritual power several times, but fortunately, Yi Heng used the Gathering Spirit Pill to restore the aura at any time.

Along the way, I just listened to Zeng Yushu whisper about Liu Hathan's past, since the apprenticeship, all the things he has gained, and there is nothing to repay the kindness, but now it is separated by heaven and man.

Whenever he thought of his master's charcoal-like body, the pretended cold words, and the pain hidden in the depths, Yi Heng secretly wiped his tears when he heard it, even if his mentality changed to this point, he couldn't face it indifferently.

Entering the mountain gate, the disciple guarding the door wrapped his left arm around Bai Su, and Zeng Yushu, who originally had hope for what to do, saw it, and spit out a mouthful of blood again, but the tears had long been unable to flow, only a faint trace of blood remained in his eyes.

Slowly walking along the stone stairs to Qiankun Square, all the way there were disciples with Bai Su wrapped their left arms, and when they saw that they both stopped, bowed, and saluted, their expressions were as respectful as seeing Elder Zhuji.

When Yi Heng finished his song and killed Zhenmen Gu Changyan on the spot, the blow forced Senior Brother Genmen to admit defeat, and then the news that Senior Brother Zhenmen did not dare to take the stage and admit defeat came, and the entire Yimen disciples celebrated loudly.

Senior Brother Yi's name was always on his lips, and he seriously recalled the bits and pieces of some involvement with Senior Brother Yi, and once again added oil and vinegar to spread around.

Suddenly, the three or four hundred disciples of the entire sect thought that the previous Senior Brother Yi's every move was a hidden mystery, but he didn't understand it at that time, if he was as enlightened as Elder Zeng Yushu, I am afraid that he would have achieved great things now.

Among them, the most ostentatious ones are Chen Jingjing, Zhao Banfan, Chen Baichen, Wei Guyun and others, so Senior Brother Yi began to guide Zeng Yushu to cultivate immortals before cultivating aura, and the task of taking over the eleventh layer of qi refining from the fourth layer of qi refining was also deliberately passed on.

On that day, everyone had no intention of cultivating, and every small courtyard was crowded with people, and the courtyards of Chen Beichen and Wei Guyun were even more densely packed, listening to the legend of Senior Brother Yi, and every time they heard something wonderful, they would burst into exclamations and praises.

In particular, Senior Brother Yi once said: "It is our responsibility to revitalize the prestige of the mountain gate", "learn from each other, improve and make progress together." And other words are widely circulated.

But suddenly, at Qiankun Square, there were three loud laughs, and the entire mountain gate was startled by this laughter, and it was quiet in an instant.

There was joy and relief in this laughter, but then there was no sound.

After a stick of incense, the bell of the mountain gate rang, and twelve rings in a row woke up the entire mountain gate disciples, and they listened to the bell twelve times with a sad look on their faces, and they knew that it must be the fall of Elder Zhuji, and they rushed towards Qiankun Square.

At this time, the voice of the monk stationed in the gate was heard: "Elder Liu Hathan Liu has fallen today, and the door is full of Su, send Elder Liu off." ”

Hearing this, the disciples stopped in place, silently took out Bai Su and wrapped it around their left arm, and walked step by step along the stone stairs towards Qiankun Square with a look of grief.

Yi Heng helped Zeng Yushu to walk up to Qiankun Square, three or four hundred disciples were dressed in cyan robes, their left arms were wrapped in white su, and slowly retreated a road leading to the Qiankun Palace, and when Yi Heng took the first step, all the disciples bowed and saluted, and no longer stood upright.

Yi Heng's eyes were sharp, and he had already seen that the door of the Qiankun Hall was open, and the mourning hall had already been arranged under the portrait of the patriarch in the hall, with white candles shining and sandalwood surrounding.

A familiar figure sat at the feet of the patriarch, and the blackness of the human form could no longer be seen, and it was mysterious and terrifying in the candlelight.

But Yi Heng knew that this was the master, but the cold eyes would never open again, and the amazing coercion would no longer be pressed.

Dragging the semi-unconscious Zeng Yushu, he staggered closer step by step, at this time he was like a mortal, his spiritual power was dispersed, and his forehead was already sweating.

Closer, closer, the face of the black charcoal was finally seen clearly, the tears could no longer be stopped, and the right hand that had touched his black charcoal finally saw it clearly, and his throat couldn't help choking.

When he really arrived in front of him, he could no longer hold himself, his legs were weak, and he knelt down with Zeng Yushu, who was muttering to himself and half-unconscious.

There was a loud bang, and all the disciples who had been bowing outside the door also knelt down together.

"Senior Brother Yi mourns. A sad shout finally woke Zeng Yushu up.

When he saw the strange and familiar master in front of him, he couldn't hold back crying anymore, and everyone was sad when they heard it.

There is a little Taoist boy who offers sandalwood, but where can Zeng Yushu put on incense again, Yi Heng can only respectfully pay tribute to the nine incense sticks with trembling hands, and then take the white cloth, and wrap it around Zeng Yushu's head in a regular manner, and also wrap it around his own head.

One day and one night, Zeng Yushu woke up in a coma, woke up and passed in a coma, and the disciples outside the door never dispersed, one was the respect for Elder Zhuji, and more importantly, the worship and respect for Senior Brother Yi.

At noon, a majestic figure appeared on the edge of Qiankun Square, seeing this scene, he unexpectedly stopped for a while, and then walked slowly towards the Qiankun Palace.

The door master Lin Wufeng led the crowd and galloped all the way, and finally arrived.

After a few breaths, a group of monks appeared in Qiankun Square, paused, took out Bai Su and wrapped it around their left arm, followed behind Lin Wufeng, and walked towards the main hall.

Lin Wufeng walked to the door of the main hall and stood still, and when everyone behind him followed, he also took out Bai Su and wrapped it around his left arm.

"Since the establishment of Yimen, there are very few people who build the foundation, according to the master's message, we must protect every foundation building monk, although I don't know what the reason is, but in the past three hundred years, although the Yimen is divided into three points, the foundation building monks have not decreased. ”

Lin Wufeng's floating voice sounded in everyone's ears, and the entire Yimen's hundreds of disciples were silent, waiting for the following.