Leave the sorrow religion, leave the sorrow mountain.

The worries are still there, but the bearing is still the same.

The flowers and trees in the mountains, these three-year-old years old do not know how many withered and how glorious, winter snow and spring breeze, summer rain and autumn frost. Liwu Mountain still stands quietly in the aura, maintaining a mysterious and majestic backbone.

In the past three years, whether it is the road leading to the Great Hall of Sorrow, or the winding path with few people, there are always such and such figures walking and leaving such and such figures.

The years are deep, and everyone in the Sect of Separation is as quiet as the mountain, calm without a trace of waves.

Listen to cicadas in summer, watch maples in autumn, warm snow in winter, and flowers in spring. Time passed like this.

In front of the main hall, no one has been here for a long time, and the square in front of the main hall has been covered with a lot of fallen leaves, some have been yellowed, and some have a little green. However, no one can tell which of the fallen leaves here fell three years ago and which ones have just fallen.

Although, the square in front of the hall seems to be a little desolate, but the hall is still at the end of the square so magnificently standing, for thousands of years, wind, frost, snow and rain, its face has not changed in the slightest. In the big ding furnace in front of the hall, there are ethereal sandalwood incense wafting all the time, floating in the wind, and the aura of the mountain is not dispersed for a long time.

In the morning, the morning glow is faint, the rising sun rises in the east, sprinkled between the golden tiles and flying in the palace of leaving the worries, rippling with a little golden brilliance; at noon, the auspicious clouds and the breeze, the crane dances and sings, and the hall of the separation of worries seems to faintly come to the chanting of Taoist scriptures, which is a good fairy temperament; and the hall of the separation of worries in the twilight, the residual sun and the sunset, it is even more magnificent and desolate.

Day after day, year after year. However, in the hearts of all the disciples of the Divorce Sect, they always believed that the Divorce Sect would inevitably return to the world again with supreme power one day in five years. Because, the background of freedom from worries always exists.

It's just that in this reincarnation static performance, what are those people like?

In fact, the fallen leaves on the square in front of the main hall were cleaned three years ago. Every morning, when the sky is slightly bright, there will be a figure in coarse cloth white, walking slowly in the morning light, and then holding a broom in his hand, burying his head in the thin sweeping of the fallen leaves under his feet.

This figure, day after day, year after year, has been coming here in the early morning and sweeping alone.

In addition to doing this, he will also carry three pillars of sandalwood with him, after sweeping the fallen leaves, wipe the bronze furnace ding, and gently brush off the incense ashes on the furnace ding yesterday, and then respectfully insert the three pillars of sandalwood, and then, bow down and pray.

After a long prayer, the white-clothed figure slowly got up, dusted off his body, turned around and quietly disappeared in the rising sun.

He buried his head in sweeping the fallen leaves of the square like this, and this sweeping was three years. It's just that although he comes every day and buries himself in cleaning every day, his speed can't match the speed of falling leaves.

For three whole years, he swept and swept, and the fallen leaves accumulated more and more. Until the leaves covered one end of the square from the other. His clean-up seemed to have been a useless job for three years.

In the past three years, there have always been young disciples with unfamiliar faces of one kind or another walking here, and sometimes, this young man in white will also meet so few.

If you encounter more, some of these young disciples will kindly advise him, I don't know how many fallen leaves here will fall every day and every night, and when will you sweep them like this.

When he heard this, he just smiled softly at them, didn't speak, and then buried his head and continued to clean up in his hands.

There are also some people who will kindly remind him that when you clean every day, the fallen leaves fall faster than you sweep, I don't know how much, so don't do it at all.

When he heard this, he still smiled like that, and then, bowing his head, continued.

After a long time, if someone said this to him, he would smile at them like that, and then still be unmoved, that feeling, stubbornly a little silly.

Until more and more young disciples knew about these things, every time they walked by him, they would always point and whisper and laugh, in general, this person's head was probably not very bright, maybe he was a fool.

He did hear some of the same talk, but he never argued with them, just smiled like that, did everything he did, and turned away.

Although, whether it was that figure or that smile, in the eyes of those young new disciples, they were all so stupid.

After recruiting new disciples three years ago, he once again entered a state of complacency, and all the first and core disciples lived in a simple place, and there was no trace of anyone in Pingsu.

In the past three years, there has been no major storm in the Leaving the Sorrow Sect, except for some small things, it was only handed over to the No. 2 and No. 3 disciples of each lineage, and even the inner disciples, and the core disciples have been completely withdrawn since then.

However, there is a strange thing that has been haunting everyone's hearts.

Three years ago, after the Master of Qing Xuan announced in the Liwu Hall that he would demote the chief disciple Chu Xiao to an ordinary miscellaneous disciple, it caused a lot of shock among the tens of thousands of disciples of the Liwu Sect. This decision is no less than a stone stirring up a thousand waves.

Although everyone's hearts were extremely shocked, most people thought that the Master of Qingxuan belittled Chu Xiao, but he was just making a show for less than ten months, and more than a year and a half, then Chu Xiao must still be beautiful, and the chief disciple of Wangwu Peak, the name of the second disciple of the Worry Sect is still him.

However, a year has passed, and there has been no news about Chu Xiao's resurgence in the Liwu Sect, and those who once thought that it was just a formality began to think more or less that it seemed that Qing Xuan was really going to punish Chu Xiao this time, however, most people still felt that it must be that the Master Qing Xuan felt that the fire was not yet enough, so he did not restore Chu Xiao's identity.

However, up to now, the seat of the Venerable Master and his Wangwu Peak, the chief disciple is still empty, Chu Xiao has not recovered, and Qing Xuan has not appointed anyone to succeed him.

It is said that Su Zhichen, the second disciple of Wangwu Peak, once went to Qingxuan's place more than once, either alone or with his disciples, and begged him to re-establish himself as the chief disciple, but it seemed that he didn't even see Qingxuan's face, so it ended.

Moreover, since that time when Chu Xiao was relegated as a miscellaneous disciple, there has been no news of him since then, and he seems to have disappeared out of thin air, even the disciple of Wangwu Feng has hardly seen him since then.

In the past three years, the outer disciples and inner disciples of the Sorrow Sect have been roughly divided into two factions, some people, for the second disciple of the Hope Worry Peak Su Zhichen grievances, saying that his cultivation and talent should have been on the throne a long time ago, and some people are still looking forward to the return of the once bold and free figure.

It's just that there are many storms outside, so why bother to rest assured?

Looking at the peak of worries, through the top of the Xuanding, there will always be a figure every time the sky is bright, and that figure, dressed in coarse cloth and white, is the person who came from the hall of worry.

Coarse cloth is worn by miscellaneous disciples. This young man should be a miscellaneous disciple of Wangwu Peak.

It's just that he's only been here since three years ago, and he's never been here before.

Perhaps, the miscellaneous disciples are already small and no one cares.

He came here with a food box in his hand, and after standing still, he put the food box in front of the closed stone door in front of him, and cleaned up the food box that was delivered yesterday.

In yesterday's food box, there was still a full meal, but the food had long since lost a trace of temperature. It seems that the people in the stone gate don't seem to have touched half of the chopsticks.

However, this miscellaneous disciple didn't care, and he still delivered a full hot meal every day.

After doing this, he looked up at the sun, which was not too high and the hour was still early.

Then he cleaned the open space in front of the stone gate and made it spotless. And pick up the water and gently sprinkle the square circle.

Finally, use flower scissors to remove the weeds in front of the stone gate.

He is like an ordinary, hard-working miscellaneous disciple.

When all was done, he sat cross-legged across from the stone gate. Don't move, don't speak.

Sometimes, he would pick up the unknown little flower next to him, watch it sway in the wind, and be stupidly in a daze, and stay there all day.

All day, he sat or stayed like that.

He delivers food, cleans, sprinkles, weeds, picks flowers, he does all sorts of things. But he doesn't practice, he doesn't refine qi.

Three years. He did these things repeatedly every day, but he still didn't practice and didn't refine qi.

When spring turned to summer, and the rain was pouring, he didn't use an umbrella, he sat in the mud all over the ground, and didn't say a word.

Summer goes to autumn solstice, yellow leaves fluttering, he picks one up, puts it in front of him and looks at it stupidly, without saying a word.

Autumn went to winter, the snow was falling, the snow was falling all over his head, he looked up at the snow, seemed to be distracted, and did not speak.

Behind him was a long black package, the outline of which appeared to be a sword. It's just that, even if it's a sword, he never pulls it out of its scabbard.

No one had ever seen the appearance of that sword, in general, it was just an ordinary iron sword, and he was a miscellaneous disciple. With or without a sword, there is nothing special for him.

He sat there all day, a year, two years, three years. He seemed to be waiting for something, or just sitting there.

In the starlight in the sky, he stood up, slowly walked down the top of the Xuan, and disappeared into the moonlight.

As a result, the young outer and inner disciples of Wangwu Peak gradually spread, and there seemed to be a fool or a strange person on the top of Wangwu Peak.

Until, this silence was broken by a group of outer disciples.

That group of outer disciples was the most hopeless disciple of Wangwu Peak. The cultivation is inferior, the qualifications are inferior, and of course, the character does not seem to be high. They were far away from the core of the Wangwu Peak lineage, and they had basically never seen the first seat and the core disciples. That's people from two worlds. But they are outer disciples, but they also have to do some miscellaneous things.

It is common for each sect to have some disciples of mixed quality.

They also knew that this white-clothed miscellaneous disciple who was not very bright was demented every day in Tongxuanding. I have the intention to make things difficult for him.

So, more than a dozen people gathered together and stopped the man in white.

A leading disciple deliberately knocked over the bucket in his hand, and the water splashed on the ground, splashing countless mud spots and hitting his white clothes.

Suddenly, the clothes that were originally white without a trace of dust were filthy.

The group watched, and then heckled, and everyone had elation written on their faces, as if they had done something earth-shattering.

He looked up, then at them, but without speaking, he smiled at them kindly.

Honest people, honest people are really stupid!

In the crowd, there were people who made such a noise.

Since you are honest, you can just use it to bully.

The leader deliberately shouted fiercely: "Eh, fool, you knocked over my bucket uncle, you go and bring me a bucket full of one." ”

He smiled again, then lowered his head and said calmly, "Good ......"

Then, he really bent down and picked up the bucket full of mud, and his body was secretly attacked by someone, and he pushed it hard.

Unprepared, he leaned forward.

Another burst of laughter.

He stood up, seemingly unprovoked. He turned to the stream, filled a bucket, and gave it to the leader.

The leader seemed to be not happy, looked at the muddy clothes on his body, and laughed: "Your clothes are dirty, uncle, I have mercy, you take them off and wash them in the bucket!"

He was very obedient, took off his clothes, shirtless, washed all the mud spots very seriously, and then put them on wet.

Then in this biting winter wind, step by step back.

Behind it was another triumphant laugh.

It's just that he walked like this, and he walked far.

In front of him, two figures appeared again.

One pink and one black.

The pink, delicate and cute, the pink clothes are more flexible. The one was black, the face was quite delicate, and the body was thin.

One man and one woman. The boy is eighteen-year-old Lin Yizhi. The girl is seventeen-year-old Lu Xiyue.

Lin Yizhi and Lu Xiyue have come to him many times, but they haven't seen him many times, counting this time, it is only the fifth time in the past three years.

Sometimes Lin Yizhi came alone, and sometimes, Lu Xiyue would walk slowly and alone, and it seemed that she wanted to talk to him.

He also saw them, rubbed his hands, and smiled at them: "Yizhi, Xiyue." You're coming. ”

Lin Yizhi didn't speak, just looked at him distressedly.

Lu Xiyue's heart was already dripping blood, she took off her cloak and put it on for him without saying anything. Then he was angry and sad: "You, why don't you fight back and let them bully like this?"

After speaking, he had already powdered his face with might, and pulled Lin Yizhi in a hurry: "Brother Yizhi, let's stop those bastards!"

Lin Yizhi nodded, but was stopped by him.

He said calmly: "They are also a group of poor people, why bother......

Lin Yizhi was silent. In my mind, the once heroic figure slowly emerged.

"You...... It's okay......" Lin Yizhi asked softly.

He smiled and said nonchalantly: "Okay, why are you doing this, I also want to thank that group of people, if they hadn't done this good thing, Xiyue girl's cloak, how could I be blessed to put on ......"

When Lu Xiyue heard this, she also laughed out loud.

Only then did he wave his hand at them and said, "Go, go to me, my newly brewed peach blossom wine!"

Only when this is mentioned, his former boldness will be faintly visible.

............

Actually, that's a secret that all miscellaneous disciples know.

He lived alone in a dilapidated house that was almost like a wood-like house, and in the middle of the night the room was lit with a dim oil lamp. Then there was the sound of sake brewing.

They knew that he was indeed making wine, because after the sound of wine-making, the smell of wine would come out. After a while, the whole mountain was full of the smell of wine.

They knew that this man had no good head, but he made good wine.

However, there are always some people who fall into the well and are uneasy about the destiny of heaven.

For example, Su Zhichen.

There has always been a shadow in his heart. It's this miscellaneous disciple. He thought that one day, he would trample him under his feet. Ruthlessly.

So, he still couldn't bear it, and gathered a group of inner disciples with stinky feet to come to his room and surrounded him. Of course, those inner disciples are just unlearned, except for Su Zhichen, they haven't seen any other famous disciples.

Then, Su Zhichen gave an order, "Smash-"

In an instant, more than a dozen cans of peach blossom wine carefully brewed by him were smashed to pieces, and the wine was all over the ground, and the aroma was overflowing.

His gaze began to turn cold, and the coldness made Su Zhichen feel a little frightened.

However, Su Zhichen still shouted: "You, too, today! You are a useless wretched worm now!" he thought, so that he would hide his panic.

That man was just a miscellaneous disciple, and he didn't dare to do anything to me.

And he, just sneered.

Pushing aside the crowd, he walked softly to the wall, where the long black package hung from it.

He slowly opened the package under everyone's eyes.

Suddenly, the golden light is magnificent, and the sword aura is swirling.

He picked up the sword and threw it at the ground at random.

The sword roared fiercely, like a dragon's groan.

"Boom-" Dusty. The sword instantly smashed a deep hole in the ground, and the sword pierced deeply, and the golden light trembled and roared.

All of them were pale and in a cold sweat.

At the same time, he exclaimed: "That...... That's Long Huang! You...... You are Chu Xiao!"

He didn't seem to care, turned his head away, didn't look at them, and shouted like a thunderbolt: "Get out—"

With a bang, Su Zhichen and the group of people disappeared.

After that incident, everyone knew that the fool, the fool who made wine, was the one he hadn't seen for three years, and he was once the chief disciple of Wangwu Peak, Chu Xiao.

Yes, that's Chu Xiao, maybe not the original Chu Xiao.

However, knowing what, he still went to the Great Hall of Sorrow every day, swept the fallen leaves, burned incense and prayed. Then on the top of Wangwu Peak, rice, cleaning, weeding, and flower viewing are delivered.

It's still like that, day after day, year after year.

............

Away from the worry mountain, Mo worry peak.

The sun shone all over Mo Yu Peak. It was early in the morning, but the sun was still warm. However, this row of very simple houses was still shrouded in a faint mist, and it was not very clear to see.

It was spring three years later. This is the house where Mo Youfeng's disciples rest.

The door slammed, and a thin but tall black-clad boy walked out slowly. The black clothes looked particularly clear in the mist.

Lin Yizhi is already eighteen years old.

At this time, Lin Yizhi was already much taller than he was two years ago, and he seemed to be more than seven feet, but he was still a little thin. It's just that those eyes are clearer and brighter.

In three years, he went from fifteen to eighteen years old. In the past three years, he has lived without wind and rain, and the original bad luck and turmoil seem to have subsided a lot, and he has never visited again.

In the past three years, his cultivation suddenly began to improve by leaps and bounds. Although there is still a big gap between the real powerhouse. Up to now, it is only up and down the eightfold of driving things, but thinking about it three years ago, Lin Yizhi's turtle speed progress can probably be relieved.

It was in the past three years that when Lu Wujian occasionally assessed the cultivation of those disciples, he always cast a rather approving glance at Lin Yizhi.

It's like the elm pimple, which suddenly opens up, and this original stupidity doesn't seem to be so absent now. It has been eight years since he started, and from condensing qi to driving things, although his speed is not outstanding, it is also worthy of the identity of an inner disciple.

Lu Wujian didn't expect Lin Yizhi to have much ability, but now it seems that although he is still a little weak, he can more or less report some expectations for the Jianchuan trial in two years.

Hold on for half an hour, maybe it's okay.

In the past three years, Lin Yizhi once again took over Mo Youfeng's kitchen, and Duan Langkun has since quit the role of the gang cleanly.

In fact, for this decision, everyone from Lu Wujian and Mu Yuqiu to Xiao Gangyan and even Bai Limu applauded, because they could once again eat a very delicious meal.

In the past three years, Lin Yizhi has been carefully suppressing the Silent Demon Heart, and he has hardly done any cultivation. However, Lin Yizhi found that even if he didn't do anything, the Silent Demon Heart seemed to be secretly growing in strength on its own. Although the progress is extremely slow, this matter has always been the heaviest knot in his heart.

He didn't say anything to anyone, he knew that the matter must not be known to a second person. Not for anything else, because this is the religion of renunciation. He had to keep it a secret at all times, and he wanted it to never be known.

Perhaps, after a long time, his path of separation from sorrow will become deeper and deeper, and the Silent Demon Heart will dissolve on its own, he thought. However, he was still a little unwilling and reluctant in his heart.

That, after all, is the only inheritance left to him by his father Lin Tianyin, where blood is thicker than water.

This matter has been sealed, and he won't even say it to the closest people, even Mo Youfeng's current sixth child.

The sixth child is the person who was amazed among the new disciples who entered the Leaving Worry Sect Mo Mingfeng three years ago - Nalan Mingxuan.

Nalan Mingxuan is really a genius on the way to cultivating immortals, no matter what, Lu Wujian can be thorough. When he first started, he was also like Lin Yizhi, carrying the Heavenly Immortal Stone all day long. At the beginning, he was still a little tired, but he was definitely not as embarrassed as Lin Yizhi. At first, Lin Yizhi followed him for a few days, for fear that he would have an accident, so that later, Nalan Mingxuan's speed was almost the same as Lin Yizhi's.

As a result, it became meaningless to follow.

In three years, Nalan Mingxuan's cultivation spanned three realms. Condensing qi and building a foundation are now repellents. And it's also a triple-driven thing.

It's only five times lower than Lin Yizhi, only three years.

Nalan is happy, Lin Yizhi is happy, and Lu Wujian is also happy.

Lu Wujian said that he had finally picked up the treasure this time, and Nalan Mingxuan gave him a big face. Thinking about it, his speed of one realm a year, I'm afraid that even Chu Xiao and Duanmu Ningque back then were just like that.

Lu Wujian had already announced in front of everyone that Nalan Mingxuan would go to the Jianchuan trial with everyone in two years.

It's not that Lu Wujian is a little carried away. The original more outstanding disciples, such as Liu Tanyi, Wu Ban Qi, and Tang Murong, were all left behind by him.

Among them, Wangwu Peak's new favorite now, Liu Tanyi, who has faintly overpowered Su Zhichen, is now just staying in the Great Perfection of Foundation Building, and the martial arts ban under the Jing Lili Seat of Forbidden Worry Peak is even lower, but it is the fifth level of foundation building, but, I heard others say that this person is a martial idiot, in addition to being interested in cultivation and moves, he is either practicing or fighting all day long, in addition to these, it seems that he is not very good at other things, and even a little stupid, which makes Jing Linan praise and hate him, and he wants to enlighten his mind, but he is really powerless, so he has to give up halfway and go with him。

As for Tang Murong, he only has the cultivation of building a foundation, and in the Illusion Peak of many female disciples, it is not very obvious.

So, obviously, Nalan Mingxuan unexpectedly became the focus of the new disciples again, and even praised him.

Some people have already rumored behind their backs that Nalan Mingxuan will become a rising star, and even in a few years, he will overtake all the disciples and become the new head of the Divorce Sect.

Because there has been no news about Huo Qingshan for many years.

However, the greater Nalan Mingxuan's fame, the more humble and kind he became, dealing with the world, speaking and treating others, all of them were humble and polite, neither humble nor arrogant. In addition, he is also dressed in white, rich and handsome, which reminds many people of Chu Xiao, who has long faded out of people's sight.

He may be the next Chu Xiao.

Lin Yizhi and Nalan Mingxuan studied skills all day long, and at night they tasted the Forgotten Death together, and Lu Xiyue also came to join in the fun, but it was also happy and leisurely.

Half a year after Nalan Mingxuan entered the Leaving Sorrow Sect, Lu Wujian chose to retreat here, so he asked him to designate his senior brother to teach. Originally, Lu Wujian belonged to Zeng Ruijin, but Nalan Mingxuan unexpectedly chose Bai Limu, who was silent and a little cold.

Bai Limu did not refuse, and gladly obeyed.

So after that, when Nalan was cultivating, Bai Limu always watched secretly from the side, giving guidance from time to time, but it seemed to be quite harmonious.

It's just that Lin Yizhi is still a little worried, this is not only the surprise attack that night three years ago, but also the vigilance from the depths of Lin Yizhi's heart.

Even if he believed that night was just an accident, Bai Limu just happened to pass by. But in his heart, he still faintly felt that Bai Limu was not simple.

Therefore, he once secretly reminded Nalan Mingxuan.

Nalan Mingxuan didn't care, he just said, what I believed, I can't be wrong, such as you!

The two of them burst into laughter.

In the past three years, in addition to spending time in this Mo Xuan Peak, Lin Yizhi also had an important thing, which was to go to the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion every once in a while to cultivate, and guard the Immortal Hidden Divine Sword to observe whether the prohibition was loosened.

Back then, it was a real person who made this decision, and the list of disciples who went there every day was a deliberate one. Zeng Ruijin, Hong Likun group, Lu Xiyue, Su Yuan, Zhao Shinan group, Wang Yan, Chen Gang group, and Lin Yizhi was very coincidentally in a group with Duanmu Ningque.

However, what is not perfect is that in addition to the two of them, there is also an eye-catching and very unsightly guy - Hu Feng!

This arrangement made him a little crying and laughing.

But, so what, it's always good to be with Duanmu. Lin Yizhi probably comforted himself like this......