For Tu Mi, the master is always the master. She knew that Shizun was very powerful, and she had more or less heard some rumors about Shizun on the rivers and lakes. In the eyes of many Kunlun disciples, Yan Dao is cold and lonely, and he never asks about the world, but for Tu Mi, Shizun is a very good master.

The quality of Tu Mi has nothing to do with strength or weakness. She thinks it's good for her, and she doesn't think it's bad for the world. Shizun can be described as having both.

Outside the Flying Fox City, he became a Taoist sect on the ground, and the yellow sand was all over the ground, wielding three thousand sword qi.

But this woman, who once sang the words "sword qi three thousand slashing love silk, and never asked about Hongchen matters", was only tender to her.

Kunlun Mountain is isolated from the world, the diet is light all year round, and Tu Mi even had three years when he didn't know the taste of meat. That year was the cold winter, three hundred miles east of Kunlun Mountain was a snow-white, and no trace of life could be found, but Tu Mi was infected with typhoid fever in that day, and his illness was not good, and his body was becoming decadent day by day.

Of the three hundred disciples of Kunlun, Tu Mi is the only true inheritance, and even the advisor market should call her a senior sister according to her rank. However, Kunlun does not have such a strict hierarchy, and disciples of all levels practice and rest in one place, but the content of their practice is slightly different.

Tu Mi was originally a disciple of Yan Dao when he was young, and after he was admitted to the door, he rarely communicated with other disciples.

I don't know if it's an illusion, at that time, Tu Mi seemed to catch a glimpse of the always expressionless master, and his eyes were slightly red.

That afternoon, the master disappeared for three hours for no reason, and before leaving, he assigned the eldest disciple to temporarily stop training for half a day, and came to Tu Mi's bedside to stare at it every inch.

When the sun set, the Kunlun Taoist Sect, dressed in a dustless Taoist robe and immortal, returned with two wild pheasants fluttering in his hands, and a dozen eggs skewered with reeds in the other.

"Go and stew the chicken for your sister. In the cold wind, Yan Daozong's voice was still cold.

Advisor Xu was dumbfounded: "I don't know how to stew chicken soup." ”

Yan Daohuo sighed, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be deepened because of this: "I'm teaching you on the side, won't you just learn now, is there still a reason for the Kunlun Dao Sect to personally cook for the disciples?"

Advisor could only flatten his mouth, said yes, and then learned a chicken stew technique that he might never use again in his life.

After the stewed chicken, it was also personally held in front of Tu Mi by the consultant and fed her spoonful by spoonful, Tu Mi felt that his body was frozen stiff and unable to move in the snow, and there was a slight warmth at this time.

And Yan Daohuo did everything before the chicken soup came out of the pot, and he hid his merit and fame. Tu Mi didn't have time to see Yan Daohuo's appearance of chicken feathers, and only when he recovered as before he went to Xi Jianping after half a month, he faintly heard how his fellow disciple was talking about his master.

Tu Mi, who was not very familiar with these people, couldn't hold back his curiosity, plucked up his courage, and just wanted to go over and ask, but he drove the senior brother to Xi Jianping. The disciples immediately dispersed as birds and beasts, and were silent.

Usually the advisors who should have trained them for a sentence or two because of their many mouths and tongues, but at this time, they didn't care too much, but instead took care of themselves with a straight face, and stiffly taught the swordsmanship, as if they would laugh out loud if they couldn't hold back for a while.

After the morning training, another morning was wasted in curiosity.

Until noon, when he was meditating with Yan Dao in the tower, Tu Mi couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart after all, opened his eyes slightly in the light of the light outside the window, and cautiously looked at the master with long hair like snow in front of him.

Yan Daohuo still closed his eyes, but his lips moved: "What's the matter?"

Tu Mi was taken aback, but when he thought about it, he was more like an immortal, and he could see things with his eyes closed, which was not surprising.

So she replied crisply: "My fellow disciples are all talking, how was your day, Master. Unfortunately, I was sick in bed, and I didn't know what was going on. ”

"How was my day?" In the warm afternoon sun, Yan Daohuo opened his eyes, and his eyes were like a deep pool.

Tu Mi froze suddenly, and said, "I, I don't know how to ...... Master"

Yan Daohuo stared at her quietly, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate her. Tu Mi knew that he had said something wrong, and lowered his head in shame.

After a while, Yan Daohuo seemed to sigh, and said in a soft voice: "You don't have to bow your head." ”

Tu Mi was stunned for a moment, raised his head suspiciously, and a pair of black bean-like eyes blinked, reflecting the sunlight outside the window, and it was as crystal as glass for a while.

Yan Daohuo said lightly: "When I was young, I went down the mountain and learned a recipe called flower chicken with soup, which is very strange. It is strange that a chicken can be used as medicine, but it is a hundred times more outstanding than ordinary herbs in regulating typhoid fever. Seeing that day, when your illness worsened, I remembered this method and went into the mountains to find two chickens for you. ”

Tu Mi was stunned to recall the two chicken legs that the consultant market fed to his mouth, when he was a child, he was in no mood and went straight, but he just said unbelievably: "But I only ate one......

"The other one ran away when the soup was served. Yan Daohuo smiled bitterly, and his eye lines quietly climbed up his eyebrows, "I said, the way that dish is made is very strange." ”

The Supreme Dao Sect that can swing three thousand sword qi with his hands and arbitrarily destroy the one thousand and six hundred horsemen, but he can't look at a wild pheasant that can only flutter its wings.

Rao was not yet ten years old at the time, and the ignorant little Tu Mi vaguely knew what an interesting thing it was, so he grinned in front of Yan Daohuo in the silent and dusty ancient tower, revealing two baby teeth that had just been missing.

The sun is faint, and in the eyes of the world, Yan Daohuo, who seals the sword and seals the heart, and breaks the red dust with a sword, smiles like a twenty-eight girl in front of Tu Mi.

At that moment, it seemed that the sixty years of the years on her body had dissipated suddenly, and she was still the resolute Daoist aunt who dared to break into the red dust with a copy of "Dao Law Natural Condensation" in her chest, and finally sat down generously at the Kunlun banquet cooked by Xie Hui himself.

That was the only time Shizun mentioned the matter of the mountain in front of Tu Mi.

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There are thousands of things under the mountain, and there are thousands of chaotic people's minds, and how can it be like this Xian Xin sword in his hand, which can cut through the red dust in one go, regardless of whether he is resting.

Holding the sword in his hand again, Yan Dao was like a fairy entering the mortal dust, the sleeves of his robe were unmoving, but He Zhi's body had risen uncontrollably.

He Zhi was shocked, and hurriedly resisted with all the dantian breath. However, the vented qi machine flowed into the sea like a river, and as soon as it was hit out of the body, it disappeared without a trace in an instant, and it could no longer be used for oneself.

Since practicing martial arts, He Zhike can be said to have never seen such a situation, and he was shocked for a while, but he didn't know what to do, so he could only watch his rock-heavy body, only under the gaze of Yan Daohuo, he slowly rose into the air.

"Do you want my apprentice to take a breath?"

The sleeves of Yan Dao's robe did not move, and the Xian Xin Sword in his hand was gently raised, as if he was one with others.

The look in her eyes was cold, and there was no half murderous or half of the anger of the rivers and lakes. And when the eyebrows are raised, they are like willows in the south of the Yangtze River, silent.

Her lips opened lightly: "Then you don't want to stay in a breath." ”

He Zhi shook his head in a panic and quickly, his limbs dancing wildly in the air, but his body smashed backwards uncontrollably, just like the fall of the advisor ruin, only falling farther.

This hard-nosed master who was feared by everyone in the underworld crashed through the six or seven walls of three houses in one go, and his whole body was densely covered with sawdust and lime, and he fell heavily into the dust, and in the blink of an eye, he was cut off from life.

killed one person in an instant, but Xian Xin's sword was still in his hand, and he still had a clear breath.

Standing in place, the remnant eyebrows trembled, and an irrepressible sense of despair rose from his heart. She knew very well what kind of person Yan Daohuo was standing in front of her, and if she was determined to kill, it would be useless to do anything by herself.

Yan Dao's living eyes flowed.

The remnant eyebrows almost cried out, but his voice was still so hoarse that he couldn't even squeeze out half a word.

"Dao live. ”

Just when the killing intent between heaven and earth was almost as cold as the top of Kunlun, an old man's voice came from behind the remnant eyebrows.

"Swordsmanship has been perfected, when Huashan was on the sword platform, why did he lose half of it?"

The color of the heavens and the earth suddenly brightened, and the remnant eyebrows only felt that the previous oppression suddenly disappeared, and then a feeling of nausea surged from his abdomen, and he bent his back, and retched against the wall.

At the back of the hut, the old man with a stiff back and a white beard came out with his hands in his hands, and glanced sideways at the remnant eyebrows, with a deep expression.

The remnant eyebrows only felt that their hearts were in their throats.

Behind him was still a large group of black-clothed followers, and the advisor was placed on the back of one of them, unconscious, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The entourage walked through the hut and stopped tacitly, while Xie Hui walked forward alone with a flat expression.

"But because the Kunlun banquet I made for you was not as delicious as when we first met?"

Yan Daohuo's eyebrows moved slightly, Xie Hui's words obviously evoked a trace of her old memory, and she said angrily: "I never lost in the sword style, I lost in the sword heart." ”

Xie Hui smiled bitterly: "The sword heart is clear, I always thought that you were the only one in the rivers and lakes who deserved this title." ”

Yan Daohuo said with a cold expression: "At that time, I was obsessed with the rivers and lakes, and I couldn't see through this red dust, so Jian Xin was naturally half a way behind. Until you are defeated outside Flying Fox City and the Khitan thousand horses go south, I can only cut through the thousands of red dust with one sword, right?"

With that, she raised her eyebrows lightly and looked at Tu Mi who was still standing in the hut.

Xiao Daogu was stunned in a blood-stained Taoist robe, and it wasn't until Yan Daohuo cast her eyes that she realized that the one standing in front of her was her master.

The nightmarish attachment that has been haunting for many days has finally been resolved. She met her brother, and she also met her master.

"Master......" A thousand bitterness and bitterness flooded from my heart, but I didn't know how to say it for a while.

Xie Hui said quietly: "Since this is the case, why insist on saving the consultant ruins. ”

Red dust is like a barrier, blocking the hearts of the world. If the heart is not as good as the ashes, how can there be a transcendent Dao heart.

Yan Daohuo withdrew his gaze from Tu Mi. "You shouldn't push her like that. ”

"You can't give it up after all, you can't let it go after all. ”

Xie Hui's voice was cold and hard.

Yan Daohuo's eyes suddenly sharpened: "Who said I can't let it go!?"

The sky was dark, the wind suddenly came, setting off the snow hair hanging down from the Yan Dao, and the cold sword light at the end of the Xian Xin Sword suddenly skyrocketed tenfold, and in an instant, the sky and the earth were frosty.

All the servants behind Xie Hui moved, and in an instant, six or seven unique blades were attacked, and they were about to be thrown towards Yan Dao.

Xie Hui raised his arm, and in an instant, he stopped all the shadows behind him who were about to move, and said quietly: "Dao live." Your master often said that although your way is alive, your heart is dead. ”

In the fierce frost wind, only Xie Hui's voice was as usual.

"If the heart is dead, where does the word come from?"

Xian Xin's sword came out, and in an instant, it cut through the void of ten zhang and hung in front of Xie Hui, only a moment away from his neck.

Xie Hui shook his head.

"Do you think that after so many years, the great mistake made by your own hands because of your soft-hearted heart can be erased?" he asked, "I can always remember the Tao clearly." The rivers and lakes are ruthless, the frost and snow are cold, but the hearts of the people are not stupid. ”

Yan Dao's eyes seemed to have a red dragon's angry eyes, wanting to break the chain out.

But Xian Xin Jianhui gradually dimmed in Xie Hui's words.

After a long time, the qi on the permeated Xian Xin Sword dissipated, and this cold long sword fell to the ground with a thud.

Yan Daohuo said word by word: "Dongfang Lianmo, I'll kill it." ”

"What about Mo Dao?" Xie Hui asked.

Yan Daohuo didn't say a word, turned around and left, leaving only a cold back.

"Master!" Tu Mi was terrified, and hurriedly chased after him, but accidentally tripped on the threshold and staggered out of the hut.

"Master, Master!" Tu Mi shouted loudly at the back, but Yan Daohuo didn't even look back.

Tu Mi ran forward desperately, her robe curled up at her knees, she couldn't take a big stride, she could only speed up as much as possible and chase after Yan Daohuo.

But he couldn't catch up no matter what, and he couldn't change it to Yan Daohuo anyway.

She ran in a daze, and when she came back to her senses, she found that her sleeve had been pulled by an old man.

"Stop chasing. If she wants to leave, you won't be able to catch up. Xie Hui shook his head.

Tu Mi bit her lip and shouted with tears: "You return my master!"

"Your master, you want to do a big thing. Xie Hui looked at her lightly, his eyes were not shocked.

"This should be done by you, your master, is for you, to kill the number one in the world. ”