When he fell into the world before, he scattered his full body luck in the heavens and the earth, half of which fell in the Dharma Cave and half of which fell here, and was collected by Lanshan by wonderful means.

Lanshan followed the long secret passage to the stone room under the lotus pond, and as far as the eye could see, Nan Sheng and Yun Qi were lying side by side on a thick tree root, and the two of them were entangled with their ten fingers, holding each other and sleeping.

Arashiyama slowly walked up to him and leaned over to check, Yunqi's snort was calm, his breath was long, and he was obviously still asleep.

Nan Sheng was pale and breathless, Lan Shan's face was solemn, he stretched out his fingers to cover Nan Sheng's wrist, and slowly injected a Yuan Qi into Nan Sheng's body.

Nan Sheng's muscles and veins are blocked in many places, and there are many signs of broken bridges and rebirth in the intertwined veins, but there is no Yuan Qi circulation in his veins, and there is no vitality at all.

The corners of Arashiyama's lips pursed tightly, and he sighed helplessly.

"Wuxiang Zen Master, I'm afraid that I will be entrusted with it in my later life!"

The previous plan of the Wuxiang Zen Master was to resist the heavenly calamity by the power of the Wuxiang, and Lanshan to ensure the operation of reincarnation, and once the Wuxiang body died and disappeared, he would strive to condense the residual qi luck here, and collect it by Lanshan, which was used to reconcile and sort out the two exercises of the opposition in Yunqi's body. Subsequently, Nan Sheng and Yun Qi were escorted by Lan Shan to leave the Hanging Temple as soon as possible and leave the world.

Wuxiang's plan is naturally interlocking and orderly, and the early stage is going smoothly, everything is under control, but now Wuxiang is dead, Nan Sheng has failed to be reincarnated, and he has been planning for a long time, but in the end, he just fell short, and I don't know how he will feel if he knows under the Wuxiang Spring.

Arashiyama, who had been sitting for a long time, rubbed his face, trying to cheer himself up, and now Yunqi's affairs had become a top priority, and he couldn't help but be too sad about spring and autumn.

Lan Shan turned to look at Yun Qi's well-behaved sleeping face, the corners of his lips curved into a gentle arc, and a trace of happiness could not help but rise in his heart.

"Fortunately, Xiao Qi is still there. ”

He stretched out his right hand, his fingertips were pregnant with a cluster of brightness, waved his hand and pressed on Yun Qi's eyebrows, Yun Qi, who fell into a coma but could not wake up, showed a trace of pain and struggle between his eyebrows, and then his body floated in the air, and his whole body was full of glory, and a bright white silk thread appeared out of thin air, starting from her feet to be tightly wound in a circle, gradually wrapped into a cicada cocoon.

"Little Seven, see you in twenty-three years. Arashiyama carried the cicada cocoon behind his back and walked out of the stone chamber.

The lotus pond has slowly regained its vitality, but there are seven lotus flowers in the pond, five are in full bloom, one is waiting to be released, and one has withered.

The large array of strange runes in the field formed golden blood scabs, solidified on the ground, and the cold jade ice crystals entangled by the branches fell to the side, and the surrounding blood was rich and messy, and it looked more and more strange and depressed.

The blood stains of Wuxiang had been wiped clean, the cracked skin was stitched together with fine colorless needles and threads, and he had changed into a plain dress, and he was lying peacefully in the black coffin.

Sen Luo bowed his head in the black coffin and was silent, accompanied by a sad yellow dog.

"How is Uncle Nansheng?" Sen Luo heard footsteps and looked up at Arashiyama.

"There was only his body below, long since he was cut off. ”

Arashiyama shook his head, his face full of regret.

"After planning for so long, why did it fail? Ancestor, is this a dead death!" Sen Luo was distraught, his hands tugging at his hair, his face full of pain.

"Please mourn!" Arashiyama didn't know what to say at this time. can only speak dry words of comfort.

"Where's Aunt Xiaoqi?" Sen Luo's eyes were slightly red, and he glanced at the white cicada cocoon behind Lanshan, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Xiao Qi is okay, Nan Sheng passed on to her the cicada secret technique for twenty-three years earlier, and she was gifted by the remnants of the remnants of the phase, so she has no worries about her life. Now it is sleeping. Arashiyama patiently explained,

"Don't worry, before Xiao Qi cocooned herself, I checked it, and the opposing exercises in her body already showed signs of compatibility. ”

"That's better, at least it's not nothing, it's still a little bit profitable. Sen Luo was in a better state, got up and patted the black coffin, and instructed Lan Shan: "The remains of my ancestor will be brought to Abbot Zhiran, and he will take care of the aftermath." This is the previous ancestor's entrustment when he was dying, and I have a special identity, so this matter can only trouble you. ”

"Yes. Arashiyama nodded and agreed.

"That old bastard Jingqing is here in the back mountain, and this place should not stay for a long time. Uncle Nansheng's body, I hope you can take care of it. ”

"Guarding Nan Sheng was originally something that Master Wuxiang told him before, although he is dead now, I will definitely protect the peace behind him. ”

"In this way, I thanked Mr. Lanshan in advance, the boy Meng Lang before, please don't blame Mr. Lan. Sen Luo slammed towards Arashiyama.

"It's okay, you get out first. Please entrust me with the rest of the matter, and I will tell you the details of this meeting again in the future. Arashiyama bowed back with a solemn expression.

"Thank you, sir, Sen Luo will say goodbye, the mountains and rivers will meet, and we will meet later. Sen Luo arched his hand, got up and came to the side of the cliff, and jumped down.

Arashiyama looked at it, Sen Luo's posture was as strong as an ape, and when his body fell rapidly, he could always accurately land on the protrusion of the cliff wall, and after a few ups and downs, his figure gradually moved away.

Lanshan covered the black coffin, waved his hand to close the entrance to the secret room, and gently snuggled Yunqi under the Bodhi tree, while he sat cross-legged in the place where he had not sat before. Twist a chess piece in your hand and slowly lay it out on the chessboard.

For a long time, Arashiyama muttered softly.

The mountain monk sits on chess, and the forest is clear in the game.

Bodhi is still there, and he doesn't hear the sound of the son.

The yellow dog whimpered and wailed.

Abbot Zhiran lifted the enchantment of the Hanging Temple, and there was no obstacle on the way up the mountain.

Jing Qing looked around, and the peaks were in a mess, and a person and a dog under the tree looked at each other vigilantly.

"Where is Nansheng?" Jing Qingzhen asked in a deep voice as his gaze swept over the huge black coffin.

"The old man is gone, and there is a grudge. Lan Shan glanced at Jing Qing, his voice tired.

"To live to see a man, to die to see a corpse. Qingyunzi stepped forward and was aggressive.

Jing Qing frowned, and was a little dissatisfied with Qingyunzi Meng Lang's opening, but he didn't refute it, just stared at Lan Shan.

"Jingqing, you know that I don't speak. ”

Jing Qing raised his eyebrows.

"I think Qingyunzi's words are correct, what he says is extreme,"

"Be forgiving and forgiving, Jingqing, have you forgotten the old things?" Arashiyama sighed faintly.

"If it weren't for the mercy of the second brother, you and I would have ...... back then"

"Shut up, I told Nan Sheng in person that I was going to kill him with my own hands. It was he who gave me the opportunity. I can't blame you for this. Jing Qing opened his mouth to interrupt Lan Shan, and a deep Sichuan character line formed between his eyebrows.

"It's useless to say more, I don't believe Nan Sheng is dead. ”

"Jingqing, why are you aggressive. Lanshan carefully put the chess pieces on the chess table into the chess jar, slowly got up, and looked directly at Jing Qing.

"Oh, are you going to have a sword fight with me? Jing Qing raised his eyebrows and smiled playfully.

"Don't bother the real person to shoot, Shushan Qingyunzi, ask Mr. Lanshan for the sword. Qing Yunzi stepped forward and drew his sword to face each other.

"Yo! Shushan Qingyunzi, a certain family is fascinated, Mr. Lan, why don't you let a certain family ask for advice first?"

Everyone squinted and looked at the end of the mountain road, and a bearded man appeared from there, and the man in the cloth was still carrying a person in his hand, and his steps seemed to be slow and fast, and he came to the field in a few breaths and stood beside Lanshan.

The man who was carried in his hand drooped his head, and when he saw that there were already many people standing on the lawn, he hurriedly covered his face with his hands, and was ashamed of himself, and lightly touched the trouser leg with his elbow.

"I said big brother, it's almost okay, there are so many people, I don't want to lose face?"

"Yo! Forget you! Brother Shioori, I'm sorry. The cloth guest hurriedly put down the tide weaving, and carefully helped smooth the wrinkles of the clothes.

"Is this what people do?" Chao Weaving stood aside with a low eyebrow with a blue eyebrow, and a flattering smile on his face.

"Little brother, thank you big brother for giving me a ride! How dare you blame it. Shiori reached out and touched the bruised eye circles, hissing in pain, and couldn't help but mumble quietly.

"This bastard's hand is also dark, my handsome cheeks won't be broken, right?"

"Don't worry, big brother, I have a weight in my hands. The cloth guest was full of smiles, this Chaozhi brother was too temperamental, and he couldn't help but want to make up for another dark circle.

"That's enough, who are you?" Qing Yunzi was obviously quite wary of this half-way Cheng Biting Jin.

"It's raining in a certain house!" said the man with a thick beard.

"Nobodies dare to come out rashly, I'm afraid I don't know how to write dead words!"

Qing Yunzi screened and filtered the names of people in the cultivation realm in his mind, and he had no impression of this season's rain. I couldn't help but feel arrogant in my heart, and I started to pinch the trick, and I wanted to ask for the sword on the spot.

"Your Excellency is the Sect Master of the Sky Cliff Season?" Jing Qing grabbed Qingyunzi and asked Xiang Yike.

"Yes! It is a certain family, I can't imagine that a certain family has been wandering the rivers and lakes for many years, and there are still people who remember the name of a certain family. When the float is white!" Ji Fuyu laughed, and spread his hands around him.

"It's hard to find a confidant, but it's a pity that there is no wine!"

"Coincidentally, I have wine. A delicate voice came from afar.

The two of them walked slowly in the distance, and the current one was a handsome woman dressed in palace clothes, holding a blue and white paper umbrella, strolling leisurely, followed by an old and ugly old servant, following in the same direction.

"Eh, little bastard, what's wrong with your face. The woman came to the room, glanced around, and stared at Shioori's swollen face.

"I accidentally fell!" Chao Weaving's mouth was light, but in fact, he kept making small movements, pretending to reach out and scratch his head, covering the injury.

"Chai Xinrui, why are you here, hurry up, what a mess!" Chao Weaving slammed his eyes at the woman.

The woman turned a blind eye and circled around.

"This palace is the princess of Chao Ruide, and I have seen Uncle Jingqing, Elder Qingyun, Mr. Lanshan, and Sect Master Ji. ”

Tide weaving heard that his body was shocked, and he held his forehead with both hands, wanting to cry without tears.