(Each author's worldview is different, in this work, the lamp has been achieved with the help of the magic of the two saints in the West, Zhou Bai is currently cultivating to the late stage of the Golden Immortal, a late stage of the Golden Immortal to kill the quasi-saint, how many levels do you have to cross in the middle?, if you are a book friend who is chasing from the beginning, you should know that the five strokes like to bury the thread, since you are buried, you have to fill it in, please continue to read.) ）

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Due to the mysterious disappearance of the previous cultural relic, this exhibition of 'Twelve Grades of Golden Lotus' naturally attracted everyone's attention.

Before entering the venue, Xiaoqing felt several hidden glances in the bustling crowd, some unfamiliar, some familiar, and some slightly hostile and dissatisfied.

As if looking back unintentionally, Xiaoqing and Bai Susu bit their ears and said with a smile: "There are so many tourists today, everyone must be interested in the legendary 'Buddha's magic weapon, right?" As she turned around, her gaze had already swept across the front of the entire square, a touch of lilac tulle flashed beside the flower bed, Xiaoqing withdrew her gaze, and the corners of her mouth curled up into a small devil-like smile.

"Susu, borrow your phone to use it. Without waiting for Bai Susu to react, Xiaoqing reached out and took out the mobile phone from her pocket, skillfully unlocked the password, and entered a set of unfamiliar mobile phone numbers.

"Hmm, who are you going to talk to?" Seeing that Xiaoqing didn't read the contents randomly, Bai Susu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hehe, yes, talk to a resentful woman in the family. Xiaoqing smiled evilly, it didn't work all over again, Xiaoqing pursed his lips and dialed again, this time before he dialed out for a second, someone answered the phone.

"Cen Biqing, is there something wrong?" A cold voice came from behind him, and the feeling of rejecting people thousands of miles away in his tone made Xiaoqing's face stiffen, and he smiled dryly: "Aunt Zixuan, I was just thinking about calling you out to relax." ”

Bai Susu turned around, and couldn't help but light up, the green silk was like a waterfall and the purple shirt was like a cloud, and the Zixuan 'aunt' in front of her was only in her early twenties, and her appearance was like a woman walking out of an ancient painting.

Seeing beautiful women is refreshing after all.

Xu Shiwen, who came back after buying the tickets, couldn't help but take a look at the three girls standing side by side in front of the court, walked to Bai Susu's side with a light cough, and looked at Xiaoqing suspiciously.

Zhou Bai also paused for a moment and smiled: "Who is this?"

Xiaoqing held Zhou Bai's arm, leaned on Zhou Bai with half of her body, and said with a smile: "This is a senior aunt of my family, don't look at the aunt who is young, her skills are extraordinary." After introducing a few people to Zixuan, Xiaoqing poked her head out and asked knowingly, "Aunt Zixuan, why are you here?"

Zixuan's indifferent expression did not change, and she said coldly: "Mission." As he spoke, his eyes swept to Zhou Bai beside Xiaoqing, his deep gaze fluctuated with a hint of doubt, and Zixuan hesitated: "Are you Zhou Bai?"

Xiaoqing pouted and said, "Knowingly asking." ”

Zi Xuan opened her mouth, didn't say anything more, or didn't ask the sentence 'Where have we met?', the waves in her heart were disturbed with the disgust in her heart, Zi Xuan frowned slightly, and said impatiently: "Although I don't know why you still come to the exhibition, there is one thing I want to warn you, stay away from that thing." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left, like a cloud fluttering away, retreating to the crowd.

Noticing Zixuan's tone, Bai Susu hesitated, "Who is she?"

Xiao Qing grimaced in the direction of Zixuan's walk, and curled her mouth and said, "The person sent by the family to work in the official, since she said so, it proves that the official attaches far more importance to the loss of cultural relics than we imagined." Glancing at Zhou Bai, the smile on Xiaoqing's face faded, and he hesitated: "Otherwise, let's take a look from a distance outside today, right?"

As if sensing a prying gaze, Zhou Bai couldn't help but look up into the distance, although he didn't know who was peeping, but this scrutinizing gaze still made him feel indescribably familiar.

Out of prudence, the museum is particularly meticulous in the inspection of imports and exports, which also leads to the reduction of ticket inspection efficiency, Xu Shiwen bored took out his mobile phone and swiped the web page, Bai Susu and Xiaoqing talked about Zixuan he had just met.

Speaking of Zixuan, the smile on Xiaoqing's face gradually faded, and she sighed: "Speaking of which, she is also a poor person. Looking back at the tourists who had lined up on the street, and didn't see Zixuan's figure after sweeping around, Xiaoqing shook his head and said, "That's it, it's not good to talk about others behind your back after all." ”

..... In a signal car parked in the backyard of the museum,

Zi Xuan picked up the sand pot in her hand, there was no longer the coldness in front of people, and the resentment between her eyebrows was like the tea leaves rolled up in this pot, which could not be dissolved.

The tip of the tea rises and falls, and while it is fresh, there is a bitter aroma wafting in the carriage.

Zi Xuan let out a long sigh, put down the clay pot in her hand, and seemed to see the man who disgusted her in the rising steam, whether it was his smile or his figure, she couldn't help but want to give birth to his flesh!

It's a pity that the appearance of the person in front of her seems to be covered by a layer of fog, no matter how close she is, the distance between the two can't be shortened, and inexplicable irritability spreads in the bottom of her heart.

It wasn't until a Buddha horn sounded in her ears that Zixuan woke up suddenly, the tea in the sand pot was empty, and the rising steam had dissipated.

Zi Xuan's right hand shrank to her waist, and she frowned, "I don't know which master is in front of you?"

The cold tone was like a Qingfeng soft sword on his waist, and a trace of killing intent spread out in the dead and silent carriage, turning into a purple giant net covering the entire signal car.

Fa Ming sighed lightly, the Buddha's light was like a lotus blooming, the lilac giant net melted like ice and snow under the Buddha's light, and even the killing intent in Zixuan's eyes was dispelled by the Sanskrit sound that sounded.

Fa Ming chanted the Buddha's name, put his hands together and said: "Fa Ming, a poor monk of Jinshan Temple, has seen this female Tanyue." ”

With the sound of Sanskrit in her ears, Zixuan's killing intent disappeared, only to feel that she was facing an ancient god and Buddha, and it was difficult to raise any disrespect and dissatisfaction.

Bei Yan bit down suddenly, the tingling pain on the tip of his tongue and the smell of blood in his mouth made Zi Xuan wake up suddenly, and he slashed with his right hand, and the sword shadow was thrown towards Fa Ming's throat like a silver long whip.

The whistling sword wind instantly tore open a gap more than three meters long in the iron sheet of the carriage, and bright light reflected from outside the carriage, leaving only the sprinkled gold dust and the cold face of Zixuan.

"What's going on?!" The guards who reported around hurriedly ran over, and a rugged figure suddenly flashed, frowning, "You fought with someone?"

Zixuan shook her head, slowly put away the soft sword, and said bitterly: "No, the other party is just teasing us." After a pause, a cautious look flashed in Zi Xuan's eyes, and her tone became more and more heavy: "The person who came claimed to be the Fa Ming of Jinshan Temple, and his cultivation was so high, I couldn't see through it at all, presumably ordinary earth immortals were in front of him, and there was no room to fight back." ”

Thinking back to what Fa Ming said before leaving, Zixuan's heart sank.

'The person you want to meet will steal the 12 golden lotuses on display today. ’

Hearing Zixuan's words, Iron Fist's face became gloomy, and he frowned: "Qingyun, Shushan, and Qionghua's Daoists are also here, can't we keep him with all our strength?"

As a rare earth immortal in the world, Zi Xuan's conclusion is extremely credible, this Iron Fist knows this, it is precisely because he knows it, so he is unbelievable, the apex of the cultivation community is recognized as the earth immortal, the same is the earth fairyland, although there is a difference between strength and weakness, but it is only a difference in 'quantity', if the other party is really so strong that even Zi Xuan feels desperate, it is definitely a 'quality' gap!

"Evacuate all the men. Zixuan closed her eyes slightly and slowly opened her eyes, "I will stay alone in the exhibition hall of Jin Lian, and you will wait outside the hall." ”

"This ....."

Without waiting for Iron Fist to finish speaking, Zixuan returned to the car, put the clay pot on the table into her satchel, and walked to the front hall.

I have to say that in the face of major events, the official efficiency is still very fast, and when she came to the museum, she had already met Xiaoqing and the four people who were full of displeasure but had to leave along the corridor.

Passing by, Zixuan did not squint.

On the contrary, Zhou Bai subconsciously looked back at Zixuan, and Zixuan also subconsciously looked back at him.

The two looked at each other while staggering their gazes, Zi Xuan forcibly suppressed the familiarity in her heart, and her right hand also reached into the satchel on her waist.

"Aunt Zixuan is beautiful, isn't she?" with a sweet breath sprayed on Zhou Bai's side face, Xiaoqing's voice was very clear, so clear that there was no trace of emotion. "There are men in people,"

The itch in his ears made Zhou Bai turn his head, this turn of his head happened to meet Xiao Qing's four eyes, Xiao Qing's cheeks turned red, and his dissatisfied expression could no longer be maintained, so he turned his head and said, "Aren't you not interested in other women?"

Zhou Bai was stunned for a moment, reached out and stroked Xiaoqing's hair, and smiled: "I just think she looks like a person." After a pause, Zhou Bai's gaze stayed on a standing cabinet next to him.

The cabinet is not large, and the clay pot placed in it is not large, but this small clay pot is full of dense text, and one side of it outlines a portrait of a man.

Retracting his gaze, Zhou Bai sighed: "Like a person who is extremely resentful and hateful, this person... I feel familiar. ”

As for where he heard the story, or when he experienced it, Zhou Bai no longer has any memory.

What people are most afraid of is emptiness, they want to make up for the emptiness, so they have to do something, some people can fill themselves up by being busy, and some people will suddenly forget about this emptiness, and suddenly remember it.

In Zhou Bai's memory, everything in the past has been suddenly forgotten, only the obsession of casting the sword has always been imprinted in his heart, as for what the sword looks like and what the name is, he has never thought about it, and he doesn't want to think about it.

Maybe when this sword is really forged, he will understand everything and fill the void in his heart.

And the woman named Zixuan ...... Is that the case?

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I don't know what reason the museum used to dissuade tourists, when Zixuan walked into the exhibition hall, the empty hall was empty, and the crisp footsteps echoed along the four walls, although each sound was not fixed like the swing of a clock, but it also seemed to form a beautiful music with a certain rhythm.

And the man who suddenly appeared in front of the cabinet was like the conductor leading the movement, the faster and faster rhythm was connected, the sword shadow was quiet and accompanied by the sharp sword wind to stop the movement abruptly, and the tip of Zixuan's sword was already against the man's throat.

The tip of the sword trembled,

Or her hands were trembling, and the man's side face was exactly the same as Zhou Bai she met just now, but the temperament on the other party was very similar to another person.

The man she'd been looking for for a long, long time.

"Who are you?" Zixuan said.

Zhou Bai turned around, not caring about the long sword in his throat, his eyes were as deep as the night sky, and once he looked directly, he had a feeling of being deeply trapped in it.

So Zi Xuan avoided these eyes that made her mood fluctuate even more, and asked again, "Who are you?"

There was no longer feigned composure, and even she herself was startled with a crying voice.

"I'm sorry. A smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, Zhou Bai's gentle eyes stared at Zixuan, who was crying in front of him, and slowly spread his arms and hugged her into his arms.

In response to Zhou Bai, it was a long sword that pierced through his heart, and the blood flowers fell along the tip of the sword, splashing in all directions, and quietly fell to the ground like the obsession in Zixuan's heart.

In the counter, the twelve golden lotus quietly bloomed, and as each of the petals stretched, the pale golden Buddha light became brighter and brighter, until the last product bloomed, and an old monk with white beard and white eyebrows appeared in the vacuum cabinet, sitting cross-legged with compassion on his face.

"Zhou Bai, this time, you lost. ”

In a Buddha horn, with the lotus platform as the center, a wave of air that destroys the world rises to the sky, whether it is rubble, masonry, or cultural relics and ironware, all of them are annihilated.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the earth shook.

Xiao Qing, who had not left outside the museum, looked at the bottomless pit in front of him sluggishly, and did not react for a while.

As the air raid sirens sounded, screams and exclamations resounded all over the world, as if facing the end of the world, the surrounding tourists fled in a hurry, and the police cars in the distance were whistling, but they were blocked by the crowd on the street.

"Just now... Aunt Zixuan went in, right?" Xiaoqing turned her head stiffly to look at Zhou Bai, the tear stains on her face had already been dyed gray and black by the flying dust, and another teardrop rolled down, Zhou Bai reached out to wipe away Xiaoqing's tears, and smiled: "She is not dead." ”

Not dead?

Before Xiaoqing could react, more than a dozen monks in different costumes flashed next to the four of them.

At this time, Xu Shiwen, who liked this kind of mysterious thing the most, had no interest, and listening to the whining wind in his ears, he couldn't even raise the courage to take another look at the giant pit.

Holding Bai Susu's Rouyi, the cold palms of the two gradually warmed, and they took Bai Susu into their arms, and the two looked at Zhou Bai who still had no change in his face and was smiling.

"How do you know that Zixuan is not dead, what does this matter have to do with you!" A fierceness flashed in Iron Fist's eyes, and he stepped forward to grab Zhou Bai's collar.

The figure of more than two meters tall is like an iron wall, and in the face of the huge coercion given by the iron fist, Zhou Bai said calmly: "The sky is falling, are there any casualties?"

Iron Fist was stunned, his eyes narrowed slightly, since Zixuan explained that everyone had evacuated, he had already dispersed all the tourists and staff, leaving her alone in the entire museum, and she was the only one who was directly injured or injured by this explosion.

"What do you mean?" Obviously just an ordinary person, but the aura emanating from Zhou Bai's body made Iron Fist a little afraid to move, and after a moment of silence, Iron Fist lowered his arm and said angrily.

Zhou Bai shook his head and said, "This is also a relief for her, and now she must have returned to where she should go, right?"

Looking up is a thick dark cloud, what is above the dark cloud?

Vast sky, or infinite world?