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After a few people exchanged pleasantries for a while, Lin Yuehua asked about the attack. (Like this book, please collect biquge.info) Qi Zhipeng and Lou Ming both said that they were surrounded in the cave, and then the other party began to attack indiscriminately, but fortunately, both of them opened up a way to escape in the cave. However, the opponent still chased after him and kept chasing him all the way to this point. Fortunately, the relationship between the three of them is very good on weekdays, and they formed a three-talent formation, so they barely resisted for a while.

"According to these cultivators, their attack was on a large scale, covering almost all the islands on the front line. However, listening to what they meant, it was only the Qi cultivation period monks who came, and the foundation building period monks did not make a move. Fang Dong added the information he heard one by one.

"Oh, it should be. Elder Jin Dan, who sent us, also said that the foundation building period monks of this sect would not interfere. Lin Yuehua confirmed.

"Why?" Fang Dong was a little puzzled, it stands to reason that this time the Blue Demon Sect took the lead in provoking a conflict, and the sect should fight back.

Chen Yang secretly sneered, it wasn't that the two families wanted to have the upper hand in the negotiation, but they were reluctant to have too many casualties among the core disciples, so they used the disciples in the Qi training period as cannon fodder. It seems that the two have really reached a tacit understanding.

"Probably because I want to have an advantage in the negotiations, and I don't want to lead the battle between the sects. Lin Yuehua guessed and said something similar to what Chen Yang thought.

A few people sighed a few words of sorrow as a disciple of the Qi cultivation period, they could only become a chess piece in the hands of others, and they had no other choice, and they were even more yearning for building a foundation.

Chen Yang was even more depressed, it was not good to choose what task he chose at that time, so he came to Bixia Island. If you are on Xuanling Island now, you can still think of a way, take advantage of the fact that the war has not started, find an excuse such as travel, and leave the sect temporarily. But now that he is on the front line, it is unthinkable, if he dares to leave the sect at this time, I am afraid that he will face the endless pursuit of the Xuanling Sect.

The night was dark, several people rested, Chen Yang walked out of the cave, came to the top of the hill, lay on a huge rock on the top of the mountain, silently looked at the bright moon in the night sky, thinking about something.

To be honest, what happened today still stimulated Chen Yang a lot. This is the second time Chen Yang has killed people, and there are nine of them. Although he had long experienced the cruelty of the immortal cultivation world, he had also seen and heard many murders and treasures over the years. However, like this, the two sides have no grievances and no enmity, and there is no conflict of interests, but they must share life and death, and this is the first time he has encountered it.

At this time, there was a rustling of footsteps in his ears, Chen Yang did not look back, and a beautiful woman in white had already been sketched in his consciousness. The footsteps came to the boulder, paused, and a faint fragrance wafted into his nose.

Neither of them spoke, and after a long time, a heavenly voice broke the silence at the moment: "Senior Brother Chen, you seem to have something on your mind." I was a little absent-minded just now. ”

"Senior Sister Lin, what do you say people are cultivating immortals for? Like today, you kill me, I kill you, is this the meaning of cultivating immortals?" Chen Yang asked, still lying on the boulder.

"What is Senior Brother Chen's cultivation of immortals for?" Lin Yuehua asked rhetorically.

"Immortality, of course for immortality!" Chen Yang said in a firm tone. No matter whether it is a blessing or a curse, an auspicious or a bad fortune on the road ahead, he will not regret his choice!

"Hehe, immortal!" Lin Yuehua chuckled, "However, if you don't achieve the position of true immortal, how can you really live forever?" I think the reason why most people cultivate immortals is to climb to a high place and be able to look down on the vast sentient beings under their feet. ”

"Then what is Senior Sister cultivating immortals for?"

Lin Yuehua showed a hint of confusion in her eyes, and said softly: "I don't know either." My parents are both members of the Little Cultivation Immortal family, but they don't have spiritual roots, and they suffer from the eyes of other people in the family on weekdays. I still can't forget the day I was checked out of the spiritual root and accepted into the door by the Xuanling Sect, my parents cried with joy. Perhaps, I am cultivating immortals for my relatives?"

"However, when I entered the sect, the time to meet them became less and less, and they no longer cared about me as much as they did when I was a child. It's a lot more flattery, reverence. Senior brother, you say, is there a gain or a loss in cultivating immortals? Why do people go to school and give up their current happiness for the sake of an illusory goal?"

Then, she seemed to pour out the Tao to herself, "Those who are masters of heaven and earth are the adversaries of all things, and those who are in time are also passers-by of a hundred generations." And floating like a dream, for the joy of geome?" the voice grew lower and lower, and finally it was almost inaudible.

"What is this?" Chen Yang heard a sentimental meaning from these words.

"Huh. Lin Yuehua smiled to herself, and then cheered up and said: "This is the poem left by a monk who cultivated to the top thousands of years ago in the East China Sea. At that time, this great monk in the late Yuan Infant period had a confidant who loved him deeply, but in order to pursue the way of heaven, he never accepted it. Until this confidante died, he was full of grief and left these few words. I lamented that the happy time was too short, and regretted that I didn't cherish the person in front of me. ”

"Senior Brother Chen, do you think that if the two seniors came together, would they be happier? If people can enjoy the short and beautiful time in front of them for hundreds of lifetimes, will they live faster than a monk who has lived for thousands of years, but watched his relatives and friends die one by one, and can only live in solitude?"

Lin Yuehua didn't know what was wrong with her, so she actually confided some words buried in her heart to this man who was only familiar today. Probably because his question touched his own state of mind.

Chen Yang thought for a while, and said slowly but firmly: "I don't know. However, if it were me, I would choose immortality! Even if it was really my reincarnation, so what? A person with a different background, a different environment, a different experience, and different feelings, is it still me? What does his happiness have to do with me?

Lin Yuehua was slightly disappointed, Chen Yang's answer, such a choice, made some of the good feelings in her heart fade again.

"However, I will not give up the happiness of this life! Cultivating immortals is to act against the sky. If the happy time is too short, then I will find a way to make it longer. I believe that my fate is up to me!"

Subsequently, Chen Yang said something like this. Lin Yuehua's heart trembled a few times, and she was silent for a while.

Chen Yang didn't speak anymore, and the two of them just quietly looked at the night sky, looking at the starry sky, thinking about their hearts.

Until there was a hint of fish belly white in the sky, Chen Yang turned over and jumped off the boulder, said hello to Lin Yuehua, and went down the mountain. Now that Chen Yang's state of mind has completely calmed down, he doesn't care what others do, as long as he upholds his righteousness.

At this time, Fang Dong and the others had just gotten up and were sorting out yesterday's loot. Seeing Chen Yang come in, he said hello, and he was still busy.

After almost an hour, Lin Yuehua walked into the cave mansion, holding a half-foot-long small sword in his hand, and said to Chen Yang and the others: "The Sect's Transmission Flying Sword has just arrived. ”

Due to the distance, ordinary transmission notes were obviously not applicable, and long-distance communication between monks relied on special transmission notes or the transmission flying sword in Lin Yuehua's hand.

"What is the order of the sect?"

"Can we go back to the sect? ”

Fang Dong and the three of them asked again and again, they didn't want to stay here anymore.

"Well, let you go back to the garrison island first, and prepare to hand over to the people sent by the sect. ”

So, several people hurriedly divided up yesterday's spoils and flew to their own islands. Lin Yuehua sent Chen Yang back to Bixia Island, and flew directly back to Blackstone Island to resume his life.

Not long after Chen Yang returned to Bixia Island, someone from the sect arrived, and the person who came turned out to be Du Lijiang, but it was not him alone, but a whole team of twelve monks stationed on Bixia Island, all of whom were cultivators in the late stage of Qi training.

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