In the main hall, as Zhao Zhijing heard a crisp sound from the void, he suddenly felt that his innate god had become more spiritual, as if an invisible net had been broken free at this moment. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info raised his head to look at Zhao Zhijing, who was looking at Wang Chongyang's portrait, and a flash of understanding flashed in his heart.

He returned his innate merits to the Quanzhen Sect, which naturally repaid the grace of the Quanzhen Sect for more than ten years, but for this old Wang Chongyang, he has always been his successor, and naturally he owes him a piece of incense.

Just when Zhao Zhijing's thoughts continued, a clear footstep fell into Zhao Zhijing's ears, and Zhao Zhijing, who slowly turned around, suddenly saw that familiar figure, at this time, there were wisps of essence in Wang Chu's eyes or two, which were unconsciously revealed, and even Wang Chuyi himself did not notice it.

Zhao Zhijing, who saw this scene, suddenly showed a smile on his face, and bowed to Wang Chu: "Congratulations to the master for cultivating for the great advancement, but the master should stabilize his cultivation at this time, why did he go out at this time?" Hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, Wang Chu laughed, and the floating dust in his hand suddenly shook, and the white floating dust silk shook in the air, shining with wisps of fine light, and there was a slight metallic luster under the sun.

Wang Chuyi, who fell with laughter, looked at Zhao Zhijing at this time, revealing a touch of pity. Then he slowly spoke: "For the teacher's cultivation for the sake of diligence, thank you for the innate skills you brought, if it weren't for the mystical innate skills, the cultivation of the teacher would not have this kind of diligence, thinking that this step is already the ultimate for the teacher." Since there is no way forward, why should I sit in the secret room as a teacher, and naturally I will get out of the customs!"

While speaking, Wang Chuyi had already come to Zhao Zhijing's side, looking at the portrait of Wang Chongyang on the painting scroll, Wang Chuyi's face suddenly showed reverence, reached out and picked up a few incense sticks to light it, and then respectfully inserted it into the incense burner. Wang Chuyi, who inserted the fragrance, immediately bowed to the portrait three times. With a smile on his face, he turned and walked out of the main hall.

In the Zhongnan Mountain Trail, Zhao Zhijing and Wang Chu walked side by side, without distinction between before and after. The disciples of the Quanzhen Sect who came and went, seeing that Zhao Zhijing was walking side by side with his master at this moment, did not fall behind Wang Chuyi in the slightest, not even half a step, everyone's eyes showed a strange look, and their hearts suddenly filled with a trace of curiosity. But the look on his face remained the same, and after respectfully saluting Wang Chuyi and Zhao Zhijing, he turned around and left silently.

On the cliff, the howling mountain wind shook the green pines in the mountain forest, and the grass and wild flowers growing in it also shook at this time. Zhao Zhijing and Wang Chu stood on the cliff one or two people, their robes shaking in the slightly whistling mountain wind.

At this moment, Wang Chu looked at the woods under the cliff that were constantly shaking with the mountain wind, like emerald green waves, constantly turning up bursts of waves. Without a trace of eyes falling on Zhao Zhijing's body, Wang Chuyi slowly spoke: "Zhijing, in fact, you don't know that you are a teacher, this time you will come to Zhongnan Mountain for the last time!"

Zhao Zhijing, who heard Wang Chu's words, suddenly showed a wry smile on his face, and hurriedly said: "The master is serious, the disciple is just leaving Zhongnan Mountain, it's not that he won't come back, how can the master say that the disciple is the last time to come to this Zhongnan Mountain, the apprentice of the disciple master, as long as the master has a life, the disciple will definitely come back." ”

Hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, Wang Chuyi shook the dust in his hand, and said with a slight smile: "Zhijing, you come back this time, this time you are going to take them away! The next time you come back, you will only be a disciple of my Wang Chuyi, and people will no longer say that you are a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, but only that you are the leader of the Ming Sect." ”

Hearing Wang Zhiyi's words, Zhao Zhijing's heart suddenly moved slightly, his face showed bitterness, and he hurriedly said: "Master, you know" Hearing the strangeness in Zhao Zhijing's words, Wang Chuyi laughed and said: "Master, I am not a fool, naturally I will also find a trace of abnormality, and if there is an abnormality, there will naturally be a lot of discovery, and naturally I will be able to discover your identity." ”

The words stopped, Wang Chuyi still looked at the forest sea surging in the mountain wind, and Wang Chuyi continued: "Since the last time you came, I knew that Zhijing was leaving, and this Quanzhen Sect would never be able to keep you. Originally, all the disciples and uncles in the Quanzhen Sect thought that you were the best candidate to take over the Quanzhen Sect, but I know that you will always leave here, but I still feel a little uncomfortable if you don't want to come so soon. ”

The mountain wind is howling, Zhao Zhijing and Wang Chuyi are still standing on the cliff, the green pines are shaking in the mountain wind, and the verdant pine needles are clearly imprinted in Zhao Zhijing's eyes, at this moment Zhao Zhijing's eyes show wisps of tears, although he has already made up his mind in his heart, but when this moment comes, Zhao Zhijing's heart still can't help but feel a trace of bitterness, and his eyes can't help revealing a trace of tears.

But Zhao Zhijing is still Zhao Zhijing, a sword shadow flashed in the sea of knowledge, and suddenly the trace of strangeness in his heart has been cut off, and the wisdom sword cut off the trace of bitterness in his heart, and the wisps of tears in his eyes were also evaporated by the running true yuan, and there was no trace of it, at this time, Zhao Zhijing was still the leader of the Ming Sect who stood in front of everyone, with a majestic face. An awe-inspiring aura emanated from Zhao Zhijing's body, and the king on his side suddenly felt the aura emanating from Zhao Zhijing's body, and his face suddenly showed a touch of clarity, his disciple was really not an ordinary person, and he naturally couldn't control him at this time, and if he made a move, the affection that the two of them saw would naturally disappear without a trace.

The next day, the sky was bright. At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, there are several people. Yin Zhiping, who was dressed in a cyan robe, stood in front of Zhao Zhijing's eyes, looking at his former senior brother, about to leave here, and a touch of bitterness flowed through his heart. Zhao Zhijing, who jumped on horseback, looked at Yin Zhiping, who had a strange look on his face at this time, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, don't say goodbye!" After saying that, the reins in his hand suddenly waved, and the horse under him suddenly neighed at this moment, and jumped out in one step.

Li Mochou and several people behind him also waved the reins in their hands at this time, and the horses under him suddenly neighed, and the sound of horses' hooves fell into their ears, but the figure had already run far away, and they were about to turn the corner of the mountain, and they couldn't see the figure. (To be continued.) )