The morning sun rises in the east, and the light suddenly shines all over the earth, and several white clouds in the sky are illuminated by the morning sun, showing the beauty of the morning glow. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Zhao Zhijing in the secret room at this time had already returned to his former appearance, but a breath like a new life emanated from his body like a breeze, and a faint fragrance like half of a baby slowly diffused.

Kunlun Mountain under the rising sun, the top of the light is the same as in the past. Every disciple of the Ming Sect was at his post, without the slightest panic. At this moment, a long roar like a Nine Heavens Dragon roared at the top of the light, as if even the clouds and mist in the sky avoided this long roar at this moment and spread out to the side.

With this long roar, everyone looked for the sound, and saw a white figure stop in mid-air, and a robe danced in the morning sun. Facing the rising sun, Zhao Zhijing put one hand on the scabbard of the Purple Emperor Sword.

With a long groan, the purple jade-like sword body popped out of the scabbard, and suddenly the true yuan in Zhao Zhijing's body boiled at this moment, and suddenly a long sword light flashed, and a roar came out in the air. Suddenly, I saw that the mountain stones erected more than ten zhang away were torn apart by the sword light at this moment, turning into even fragments.

The next moment, I saw that the Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand had returned to the scabbard, and at this time, Zhao Zhijing's figure stopped in the air slowly fell, standing straight on the top of the Great Light Palace.

The disciples who saw this figure on the top of the light only had this figure in this look, and their reverent gaze appeared in both eyes. Suddenly, everyone knelt down on one knee and said loudly during the worship: "Welcome the sect leader out of the customs, congratulations to the sect master for his great achievements!" This congratulatory voice sounded like thunder, and suddenly the birds in the mountain stopped chirping, and they didn't even spread their wings to escape, only stood on the branches of the trees in a daze.

Immediately, Zhao Zhijing laughed, and his figure disappeared from the top of the Great Light Hall in a flash.

The next day, it was still the Great Light Palace, at this time Zhao Zhijing was sitting on the throne on the nine-fold white jade steps, and the cold light in his eyes swept away, and suddenly everyone in the hall only felt that a huge mountain was pressing from the air, and the body lying on the ground became lower at this moment.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing is like a lion waking up from a deep sleep, and a king's exclusive aura exudes at this moment, and there is no room for disobedience. Sweeping his eyes at the people kneeling on the ground at this time, Zhao Zhijing said in a cold voice: "Yes, no one made some small moves during my retreat, I'm very happy!"

As Zhao Zhijing's words fell, everyone only felt that the huge mountain that was pressing on them disappeared without a trace, and the heavy pressure also disappeared at this moment, and the people who stood up returned to their positions, looking at Zhao Zhijing in a white robe on the throne, that figure was like a god in their hearts, and there was no room for a trace of disrespect.

Zhao Zhijing, who explained the matter clearly, stood up from the throne and disappeared in the eyes of everyone. With the departure of that place, everyone felt that the heavy breath in this hall disappeared without a trace, and even the air around them became active at this moment, and everyone exhaled a big breath from their mouths before they left the hall one after another.

After a month, two horses came to the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, one of them was dressed in a white robe, with a long sword sheathed at his waist, and looked at the towering mountain in front of him. The other was dressed in red, and a long sword with a sheath in his hand glistened in the sunlight. These two people are Zhao Zhijing and Li Mochou.

Zhao Zhijing took Li Mochou's hand and stepped on the stone steps of Zhongnan Mountain step by step, still so familiar, at this time he was not alone, but two of them together.

The ancient stone steps left traces of time, Zhao Zhijing and Li Mochou walked on the stone steps step by step, and the disciples standing at the mountain gate saw the figures of the two from afar.

One of them was dressed in the robe of the true disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, and the general fine iron long sword around his waist, this is the standard long sword of the Quanzhen Sect, which can be said to be a handle in each person's hand, but this person is slightly different, the long sword of the true disciple is naturally extraordinary, although the system is the same, but the forging process is naturally not comparable to the ordinary long sword.

Seeing the mountain gate erected high in front of him, Zhao Zhijing's face showed a smile, a warm smile. This is the first home since then, and a warm feeling rises in Zhao Zhijing's heart.

With a slight sweep of his eyes, he saw several people standing under the mountain gate, and that familiar figure naturally fell into Zhao Zhijing's eyes. Step by step, that scene became more familiar, and suddenly Zhao Zhijing shouted lightly: "Senior Brother Zhiping, I can't imagine that you, a true disciple, are also guarding the mountain gate here, have you made a mistake again and been punished by your uncle!"

"Senior brother is really you!" Yin Zhiping, who had grown up, stepped out to Zhao Zhijing's side in a few steps, grabbed Zhao Zhijing's arm with one hand and said happily: "Senior brother, you are back, Uncle Shi will be very happy to see you come back, let's go up the mountain!" Before the words fell, he pulled Zhao Zhijing's arm and was about to walk forward.

It's just that Zhao Zhijing's body stopped in place, without a trace of movement. Feeling the force coming from his arm, Yin Zhiping looked at Zhao Zhijing's face at this time with suspicious eyes, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes, as if he didn't know why Zhao Zhijing didn't go up the mountain with him.

"Senior brother, I appreciate your kindness. Are you afraid that the master will be unhappy if I come back with Mo Chou, right?" Zhao Zhijing looked at Yin Zhiping, who was already a lot calmer in front of him, and said softly. Then he stretched out his hand and patted Yin Zhiping on the shoulder and said: "You don't have to be like this, I am here today just to bring Mo Chou to meet the master, no matter sooner or later, this day will always come, and the junior brother doesn't have to hide it for me." ”

After that, Zhao Zhijing swept the mountain gate, and everything in front of him was still as familiar as in his memory, and then Zhao Zhijing continued: "Let's go, didn't you let me go up the mountain!" The voice fell, and I saw Zhao Zhijing holding Li Mochou's hand and walking towards Zhongnan Mountain, leaving Yin Zhiping with a little thinking on his face at this time.

Yin Zhiping, who was dressed in a cyan robe, looked at the figures of Zhao Zhijing and Li Mochou, with a slight smile on his face, and quickly chased after the figures of Zhao Zhijing and Li Mochou.

However, it is said that at this time, in the main hall of Chongyang Palace in Zhongnan Mountain, none of the seven sons of Quanzhen were absent, and the figure of the seven sons sat in the hall, with their eyes slightly closed and only the sound of breathing coming from their mouths and noses, as if the seven people were sleeping at this time. At this moment, a figure broke into the main hall and bowed down in front of the person in the middle.

At this time, the seven Dharma people in the main hall had already opened their eyes, and Ma Yu in the middle swept his eyes and shouted: "Why are you so alarmed?" The disciple in front of him suddenly said: "Qi Qi is in charge of the real person, Senior Brother Zhao Zhijing is back!" (To be continued.) )