As the huge golden trees got closer and closer in the field of vision, the question hidden in Yin Fan's heart became even hotter.

"What it is. That person's desire?"

Although he couldn't pinpoint the name of this person, Yin Fan could easily guess who this person was.

The Gangfeng generated during the rapid march did not cause any harm to a person like Zhenjing's cultivation at all, but she still used Zhenyuan to block these Gangfeng.

"More than 3,000 years ago, Penglai produced a monk who is the best in ancient and modern times......"

As if telling a story, Makagami recalls it in an ethereal voice.

The monk traveled to Penglai, and he was a rare opponent among his peers in Kyushu, so he came to the Miaofa Gate, which is known as one of the three major sects of the Demon Sect.

"If you are defeated, you must give me your sword, and every other month, you will shout three times in your place, 'The Moon of Music is the best in the world', how about it?"

The monk smiled wildly, invincible in the world.

"And what if you lose?"

The Holy Maiden of Hierro asked.

"Leave it to your disposal!"

The monk and the goddess of Yero fought for a whole night at Naruo Lake in Leizhou, but the invincible monk was defeated by draining the true yuan first.

"You're defeated. ”

When the Maiden of Hiero said this, the tip of her sword had already pierced the monk's left chest.

"Heh... Despite... Disposal ......"

The monk fainted.

When he woke up again, the monk found himself lying in a small building in the middle of the lake.

The upper body was gone, the pierced wound had been bandaged, and the feeling of air leaking from his chest was gone.

Outside the window, there was the sound of playing the harp, and the monk walked out of the sound and saw the masked Holy Maiden of Hierro playing the piano in the water pavilion.

She wore only a silk single garment, and her wonderful figure was clearly visible to the naked eye.

Her long hair was like flames dancing in the wind, and her cloak was lifted like a wing, and the monk suddenly screamed in alarm, and rushed over and threw her to the ground.

"What are you doing here?"

Although the Holy Maiden of Hiero was a little displeased, she did not resist the fact that she was pressed under the monk.

"Holy Maiden, I see that you are as light as a swallow, if I had not thrown you down, I am afraid that you will be blown to the sky by the wind on this lake. ”

"To whom did you say that?"

"You're alone...... Don't believe it, I lie a lot, but it's absolutely true. ”

"Really. ”

"Absolutely. ”

The monk's voice was resolute, and it did not seem to be a lie. Hierro frowned and pondered for a long time, then smiled slightly on his face, which had always been like an ice sculpture.

In fact, it is a move.

"I love to hear it. ”

Hierro's voice was firm.

"You like to listen, how about I tell you more?"

"Good. ”

As a result, after a month of lingering with Hierro, the monk was summoned back to the gate by Commander Penla, and soon succeeded him as the head of the sect.

He never said a word to her since.

On this day, several paper cranes crossed Leizhou, crossed the Mohai, crossed Zhongzhou, crossed Yuanzhou, and crossed the East China Sea, and flew to the monk's residence in Penglai Xiandao.

"The face of the king is the same as when parting. Although it has been a hundred years, the concubine's heart is still longing. I hope that on the night of July 7th, I will see you again."

The stationery made of paper cranes did not indicate the location, did not leave a name, and even after the monk read it, it turned into ashes and scattered.

"July 7th Night......

The monk muttered to himself.

On that day, Penglai had to negotiate confidential matters with the Heavenly Palace, and it could even be said that if that matter was reached, the positions of the Heavenly Palace and Penglai would not only be prominent in the human world, but would even touch the fairy world and the Buddha world.

As the head of Penglai, he had to go.

On the night of July 7th.

The monk came to the shore of the lake, and he stood on the other side of the lake where he had fought with Jero, looking at Hiero, who was standing there at this moment.

The monk gave up his conspiracy with the Heavenly Palace, and he had no time to care about what kind of deterioration and transformation would occur between the two sects in the future.

But although he came here, he didn't dare to face Hierro, only dared her to look at each other across the lake like this.

The shadows of the two were reflected on the surface of the lake, and the two seemed to enter another world through the lake, intertwined.

But-

The sky, which was already crying, finally rained. The dripping rain shattered the surface of the lake and shattered the illusion between the two.

The two of them were drenched in the rain, but none of them were blocked by True Yuan.

In the rain, a thousand paper cranes flew precariously from the lakeside, as if they had gone through a lot of hardship to arrive.

"Mirrored Flowers"

After reading the contents, the paper cranes dispersed like this.

Hierro, who was on the other side, quietly put down a sachet where he was and turned to leave.

After soaking in the rain for three days and three nights, the monk came to the place where Hierro had departed.

There are not only sachets, but also a thousand paper cranes.

"Please remember the love of the fish and water in the past, and he will help the concubine do one thing in the future."

After that, another hundred years passed, and the monk kept the sachet on his desk, but there was no movement.

On this day, the sachet gives off a strong aroma.

Even after a hundred years, the monk could not forget the aroma. It was the intense body fragrance that could be smelled when hugging her body.

But the monk was deeply immersed in the accident of a hundred years ago.

Because of Penglai's treachery, Tiangong failed to plot for a long time.

After running for a hundred years, everything finally has some eyebrows today, as long as there are no accidents, the grievances with the Heavenly Palace will be settled.

I chose it at this time......

The monk decided to abandon Penglai once again. But when he walked out of his residence, he found that the door was full of Penglai disciples.

There were so many people that he couldn't see the end at all.

"I implore the boss to put the big things first. ”

The sound was like a roaring wave, hitting the monk again and again.

The monk gave up.

A few days later, when he was satisfactorily settling his grievances with the Heavenly Palace, he heard others talk about the magic methods of the Demon Sect.

The Holy Maiden of Hiero was subdued by the Demon Sect Master and the elders for protecting a sinister species, and the Sect Master felt that he had lost face, and after abolishing the Holy Maiden's cultivation, he was finally lynched with the most cruel punishment of the woman.

I heard that at the moment before she died, the saint was shouting two words.

Tsukiro.

The monk did not return to Penglai from that day on, and settled down on a hillside on the edge of Naruohu.

One day, a red-haired girl came to the thatched house.

"This flower is so fragrant. ”

The girl tore off a flower and put it in front of her nose and sniffed it.

"Really?"

The monk sat on a wicker chair and looked at her with a smile.

"Of course. ”

"Old Daoist, why did you plant this flower?"

"Lovesick. ”

"Oh......"

The girl deliberately lengthened her voice, jumped close to the monk with her hands behind her back, leaned down and stared at him with squinted eyes, and said with a wicked smile:

"You've got a romantic debt. ”

"Yes. ”

"Hmph. ”

The girl suddenly ran into the distance, stopped on another hillside, and threw a sachet at her.

"If you didn't go last time, you must come this time?"

The monk looked at the sachet in astonishment, and by the time she came to her senses, the girl had already run away.

Although it was easy to find her, the monk sat on the wicker chair in a daze, staring at the sachet motionless.

Perhaps, he was looking for a chance to atone for his sins.

One night more than ten years after that, the sachet gave off its fragrance.

The monk stepped into the rainy night, and when he reappeared, he was already in a ruined port in Leizhou. The girl held a baby in her arms and faced hundreds of righteous monks.

There are heavenly palaces, there are free palaces, and there are clouds and thunder mountains...... There is also Penglai's.

Among the people in Penglai and the Heavenly Palace, someone recognized the monk, and they called out to the monk in surprise and approached him.

But the monk walked straight to the girl.

All those who came near him dissolved into gravel and dissipated into the air, and by the time they realized they had come and fled, they were all dead.

"I'm coming. ”

The monk's voice was full of exhaustion.

The girl laughed to herself, laughing very happily, and then took out a fiery red hedron and crushed it.

"You ......"

The monk was no longer able to stop it.

Little by little, the girl and the baby turned into spar powder and dispersed, and at the last moment of dispersion, the girl suddenly cried out bitterly:

"You will repent endlessly in this hell on earth!"

The monk failed to atone for his sins and killed his own disciples.

Although no one knew what he was doing, his own heart could no longer contain himself.

By chance, he heard that among the nine ancient sacrificial vessels, through the picture scroll of the fixed heaven and the godhead of the deceased god, he could steal the twelve hours of the world.

Using these twelve hours to reorder the space, summoners can send themselves back to before.

As a result, the monks formed an organization called the Time Tribulation.

"The monk ......"

After listening to the story told by Zhenjing, Yin Fan asked in astonishment.

"It is Penglai who has been a rare genius in the human world for thousands of years, and he is a repentant Taoist. ”

As if Zhenjing suddenly remembered something, he let out an "ah" and said with a faint smile:

"You must have seen him when he was making the Hemolytic Market. ”

"Is it him?!"

When the two of them were talking like this, the huge tree had already appeared in front of them, and suddenly a figure appeared in front of them.

It was a woman in an off-the-shoulder dress, holding a red oil-paper umbrella in her hand, and a baby chinchilla squatting on the other side of her shoulder.

"Ah, my beautiful empress, since you have told him everything, why don't you talk about you?"

"Empress, who is Empress?"

Yin Fan didn't know why.

"Don't be cheap. ”

True Mirror stared coldly at the woman.

"How powerful our Empress of Liberation is, she rules the entire dynasty with the power of one person, forcing even the Heavenly Palace to join forces with Penglai. Why don't you, the most unstable factor that is the catalyst for the two protagonists of the story just now, explain it in detail?"

Si Zheng approached Yin Fan and Zhenjing, squinted his eyes and said charmingly:

"Let me also listen to what kind of obsession the empress has?"

Yin Fan has already reflected the sudden appearance of the catastrophe, who is the so-called empress.

In the history of the human world, there is only one person who is called the empress.

It was three thousand years ago, known as the Xiyue Dynasty that surpassed the power of cultivators, and its creator and ruler, Yu Shixin, was called the Empress of Liberation by the world.

"Let's go. ”

Zhenjing, it should be said that he was relieved, and tightly pulled Yin Fan to sprint forward.

Beneath the great golden tree appeared an immeasurably wide golden disk, on which were marked the words and scales of the twelve hours.

At this time, the black figure standing high in the air was casting a spell in a strange way.