Except for the stone gates, all the stone gates except the Death Gate have been opened.

In the remaining six stone gates, there are not only gold and silver treasures, but also many secret law scrolls, predecessors' classics, and rare materials.

As for the gold and silver accumulated by the Sword Sect for thousands of years, it is incalculable, rich and rivals the country, and its accumulation is huge, even beyond the treasury of Daqi, and beyond all the high-ranking lords of the family.

Chen Gongyu stood on the circular stone platform connected to eight stone paths with his hands in his hands, looking at the six wide-open stone gates, and there was some heartfelt emotion in his eyes. When the Sword Sect was at its peak, there were more than 10,000 disciples, many talents, masters like clouds, the entire Wei State was in its pocket, the disciples all carried swords, everyone could draw their swords and fight, even if it was to destroy a small country, it was not a difficult thing to destroy a small country, the Sword Sect at that time was really able to compete with the Daomen, and the reason why it was not ranked among the three sects was just because of the "wrong name".

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If it is said that the Sword Sect of the Gongsun Zhongmou era and the Sword Sect of the Xu Beiyou era are more like a down-and-out person under the fence, then the Sword Sect of the Shangguan Xianchen era is a family with a lot of money.

Now, it's Daqi's turn.

Chen Gongyu was distracted for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he found Meng Dongfei standing in front of him.

Chen Gongyu smiled and asked, "Everything is done?"

Meng Dongfei said softly: "The gold and silver have been transferred to the palace of King Wei through the Zhengxin Mirror, but other things ......"

Chen Gongyu shook his head and said, "Don't move." ”

Meng Dongfei was slightly stunned, and couldn't help asking: "Don't move?" These are all priceless treasures, even if the Daomen will be red-eyed, you don't take them away? This is not like your style of acting." ”

Chen Gongyu turned his head to look at the scene inside several stone gates, shook his head and said: "Don't move, you can't move, the disciples of the Sword Sect are almost dead, and they can't become a big climate, but their old ancestor Shangqing Daojun is still in the sky, the power of the saint, can not be speculated by common sense, besides, these things are very precious things for monks, but they are not very useful for marching and fighting, so stay here." ”

Meng Dongfei hesitated slightly, "If that's the case, how dare Daomen ransack Biyou Island?"

Chen Gongyu's eyes were slightly obscure, "The Daomen is different from us, there are two Dao Monarchs above them, even if there is a great disaster, it is the two ancestors who are on top, they naturally dare to be unscrupulous, as for those of us who have no one above, we can only ask for more blessings and leave a line for everything." ”

Meng Dongfei nodded and turned to leave.

Chen Gongyu no longer smiled, and all his smiles were retracted, and his face gradually became solemn.

He calculated Xu Beiyou this time, and it was not surprising that Xu Beiyou would fall into the game if he had calculated or not, but for some reason, he was still a little uneasy in his heart, and seemed to have missed something, just let him pinch it, whether it was Liuren or Ziwei Doushu, there was no result, he was not the kind of person who could deceive himself as an illusion, so this made him more and more uneasy in his heart, and he only felt that in his overall planning and arrangement, there was a variable that could not be said by common sense, which made him feel like a fish in his throat.

At this moment, Xiao Lin came to Chen Gongyu's side, "His Highness seems to be restless. ”

Chen Gongyu turned his head to look at Xiao Lin and said softly: "I always feel that I missed a place, but I can't find out where this place is, so I am restless." ”

Xiao Lin Xiuwei and Chen Gongyu are in the middle of the world, but his way of cultivation is completely different from that of the Central Plains monks, and he has his own unique vision, "The Oriental monks have the autumn wind and the cicada has not moved the cicada, and His Royal Highness's restlessness may not be out of nowhere, in my opinion, it should be on this Sword Mound Island." ”

Chen Gongyu frowned and said, "On Sword Mound Island, this island used to be the retreat place of the Sword Sect's previous sect masters, could it be Shangguan Xianchen, or a certain Sword Sect Ancestor, or that Shangqing Dao Monarch who has soared to the sky?"

Xiao Lin shook his head and said, "It may not be these people who have passed away, Your Highness has forgotten the person who is close in front of you." ”

Chen Gongyu pondered slightly, and said in surprise, "You mean Xu Beiyou, but he has already entered the Gate of Death, judging from the handwriting of this Earth Cave Heaven, it should have been built by the ancestor of the Sword Sect back then, Shangqing Daojun, not to mention that he is a small Earth Immortal Nine-Story Building Realm, that is, a great monk of the Earth Immortal Eighteenth Floor Realm, and he has no luck after entering the Death Gate." ”

Xiao Lin said in a deep voice: "There are no absolutes in everything, as the so-called avenue is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, there is a one who has escaped, even if there is still a line left in the majestic Heavenly Dao, not to mention the affairs of our world." ”

Chen Gongyu's face changed, he closed his eyes and concentrated silently, and after a long time, he opened his eyes and sighed: " Gongsun Zhongmou is scheming, the twelve swords of the Sword Sect cast the twelve sword bones, and the achievement of the invincible Great Sword Immortal, this can not be wrong, but it is not all, all the twelve swords of the Sword Sect are handed over to Xu Beiyou, it is equivalent to instilling the luck of the Sword Sect into Xu Beiyou's body, others are destined to die in that desperate situation, but Xu Beiyou, who has the luck of the Sword Sect, walked into the desperate situation of the Sword Sect, although it is nine deaths and one life, but after all, there is still a glimmer of life. ”

Both were silent.

After a long time, Chen Gongyu stopped mentioning this, and smiled again: "I heard that you still can't let go of Ai Linnan, but she doesn't want to see you very much, is this true?"

Speaking of this old man with deep roots, even Xiao Lin, who had stirred up countless storms in the Central Plains, lost his mind for a moment, and laughed at himself: "After I came to the Central Plains, I read some Buddhist and Taoist classics, and I have to say that the words of those monks are still quite reasonable, life is eight hardships, life, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment, can't beg, can't let go, we were almost about to get married, but after all, it's still a little worse, is this considered unbelievable? Since I haven't picked it up, it's even more impossible to talk about putting it down, and naturally I can't let it go." ”

Chen Gongyu hesitated for a moment and asked softly: "I heard that she has never been married all these years, has she never let go of her feelings for you?"

Xiao Lin seemed to have heard the funniest joke, and he didn't care about Chen Gongyu's identity at all, and laughed out loud: "She?"

Chen Gongyu sighed helplessly, "Since ancient times, it is the most important love word that can't be put down." ”

Xiao Lin was silent, turned around and went outside.

Chen Gongyu was still standing in place, looking indifferently at the only stone gate that had never been opened.

Xiao Lin walked out of this cave alone, returned to the belly of the mountain, stood on the cliff, and looked at the red magma under his feet.

Once upon a time, there was a young man and woman who came from thousands of miles to the far west, working together to overcome countless hardships and obstacles, and lived and died together.

The man came from the most noble family in the Far West, while the woman was only a commoner and a craftsman, and no matter what country the law of the Far West was, neither was allowed to intermarry.

But in the East, no one was going to take dogma to restrain the man and woman, so they decided to stay here.

They once made a vow on the shore of the great lake under the snowy mountains.

It was only later that the man reneged on that oath and returned to the Far West alone, while the woman obeyed the oath and never left the East.

So the two eventually became strangers.

Xiao Lin, who was no longer young, took out a small locket from his arms, and in the box was a delicate ring, and the fiery red gems shone in the reflection of the magma fire.

The box comes out of his hand and falls into the lava along with the ring in the box.

Xiao Lin's lips moved slightly, and he was finally silent.