The night breeze was a little cold at some point, Lin Yi subconsciously tugged at his clothes and looked up at the sky. I don't know when the stars in the sky have disappeared, but the originally clear moonlight is a little dim.

Looking up at the road ahead, the outline of the towering sword peak could be vaguely seen in the thick fog. Lin Yi thought to himself, it won't be long before he arrives.

Counting the hours, there are still some hours before the first watch, and I really came a little early.

It's better to go behind this sword peak and take a look, Lin Yizhi has only come to the foot of the sword peak for three years, and then he has gone up with the sword, and he never knows what the situation is after this sword peak.

After making up his mind, Lin Yizhi walked towards Jian Feng.

Thinking as he walked, in fact, his mind was still on Nalan Mingxuan's body. Because of the figure in the dense fog, he always felt extremely familiar, but that familiarity did not come from his usual impression of Nalan Mingxuan, this figure seemed to have been seen a long time ago, and the more he thought about it, the more Lin Yizhi felt that he should have seen it before he met Nalan Mingxuan.

However, he does belong to Nalan Mingxuan. Lin Yizhi was full of thoughts, and unconsciously walked towards the back of Jian Feng.

There was a pale green light on his waist that slowly lit up in the dark night, as if there was something hanging on Lin Yizhi's waist. He held it in his palm.

Above the palm of the hand, there is a thin ornament as thin as a cicada's wings, like jade, glowing with a pale green soft light. The size is similar to the jade pendant carried by the rich and noble people in the world, but the difference is that the pale green soft light on this jade-like thing is a faint layer of aura, and the aura flows slowly on it, shining.

Lin Yizhi remembered that this jade-like thing was called Natal Jade Jane. Half a year ago, after his cultivation broke through the eightfold exorcism, his master took out two identical jade slips, and asked Lin Yizhi to cut his fingers, and a drop of blood dropped on each jade slip dissolved into it.

With the dissolution of his own blood, the two jade slips, which were originally extremely ordinary, instantly emitted a pale green fluorescence. It looks even more crystal clear.

After doing this, Lu Wujian led him towards the depths of the backyard of the Daoist Hall.

Lin Yizhi had only been to the lobby of the Daoist Hall, and in his impression, the backyard of the Daoist Hall belonged to the private place of the Shizun family, and he had never rushed into it.

Along the way, Lu Wujian didn't say a word to him, but his expression was dignified that Lin Yizhi had never seen.

When he came to a small wooden building deep in the backyard, Lu Wujian stopped.

Lin Yizhi looked up and found that the scenery here was actually different from everywhere in Moxian Peak.

Dilapidated, even somewhat dilapidated.

The withered grass covered the original ground completely, and in front of the closed door of the small building, the withered grass was already more than half a person high. He looked at the small building, and felt that this small building seemed to be some years old, in disrepair, the wind and rain were blowing, and the small building with mahogany texture had faded some of its original color, and the yellowed wood texture was exposed outside.

Above the door, there is a plaque with illegible handwriting, and the plaque is also a little cracked. Lin Yizhi is vaguely recognizable, and there are three big characters written on the plaque: No Return to the Pavilion.

Lin Yizhi didn't know that Mo Youfeng still had such a dilapidated place, and he had the heart to ask what the Master Lu Wujian was used to do in this non-return pavilion, but when he saw him slowly stopping in front of the building, his eyes looked at this small building with some vicissitudes, as if he was thinking about something, so he couldn't help but didn't ask again.

Lu Wuji's big sleeves gently flicked towards the closed wooden door, "Squeak-" sounded, like a heavy sigh, the wooden door slowly opened automatically.

There seemed to be a faint light coming from inside, but the light was not bright, and it felt quite dull inside.

With the opening of this door, Lin Yizhi suddenly felt a heavy smell of wood rot mixed with the dust accumulated over time coming from inside.

It's been a long time since anyone has been here.

Lin Yizhi was puzzled, why did Shizun bring him here?

He secretly looked towards Lu Wujian. Lu Wujian held the two green jade slips in his hand, and the pale green light reflected on his face, on the originally somewhat ugly face, the vicissitudes and solemnity were even more dignified.

Lu Wujian stood in front of this door for a long time, and then said in a deep voice: "Old Five, come in with me." ”

Lin Yizhi followed behind Lu Wujian, and the master and apprentice quietly walked into the pavilion of no return.

The space in the pavilion is not large, and even a little narrow. It's only ten steps around. However, the floor was empty except for the dust.

In the center of the pavilion is a long jade table, and on the wall behind the long table hang two paintings, depicting two Taoist priests who are extremely dusty and immortal. There is a small seal next to it, but it is the name of these two Taoist priests.

On the left side, it is written that the ancestors of the great Hongmeng Chuangjiao real people are worried.

On the right, it is written that the Great Compassion Yunyou Ancestor Wuji is a real person.

Only then did Lin Yizhi know that the two people in this portrait were the founding patriarch of the Liwu Sect, and the other was the real person of the previous generation of the Liwu Sect.

In addition to these, Lin Yizhi suddenly found that there were two pillars standing side by side in front of this portrait, the pillars were about a zhang apart, and the two pillars were tied by a very thin silver thread.

And on the silver thread, there are six unique natal jade slips that are like those held in the hands of the master. These jade slips are exactly the same as the jade slips in the master's hand, exuding a bright green light, and the wind is blowing lightly, and those jade slips seem to have life, gently shaking in the wind, exuding a very pleasant sound of "ding ding dong dong".

It's just that Lin Yi saw the third jade slip at a glance, and it seemed that there was a faint trace of black gas in the green, and the black gas wrapped the green light in it, which seemed a little weird.

Lu Wujian's gaze seemed to stay on the black jade slip at the same time, and he didn't move away for a long time, Lu Wujian took two steps forward, stretched out two fingers, and slowly pinched the unique-looking jade slip on his fingertips, and then, with these two fingers, gently rubbed the jade slip, like stroking his own child's head. The eyes are becoming more and more vicissitudes.

Lin Yizhi's sudden feeling, the vicissitudes of life in the eyes of the master flashed a little bit of crystal.

Shizun cried?

Lin Yizhi just wanted to walk over and ask what was wrong with Shizun.

saw Lu Wujian wave his hand, and then solemnly raised one of the jade slips that had been dripped into Lin Yizhi's blood in his palm, and then said softly: "Old Five, kneel down with me!"

After that, he knelt down in front of these two paintings first, and Lin Yizhi also knelt behind his master very obediently.

But seeing that Lu Wujian raised this jade slip high above his head, and then bowed three times, there were words in his mouth, as if he was praying for something.

Lin Yizhi also learned from the master in a good way, and bowed three times together.

Then Lu Wujian slowly got up, tied one of the jade slips to the thin silver thread, and then turned his head and said to Lin Yi with a solemn expression: "Old Five, do you know where this is?"

Lin Yizhi was a little ignorant, and he didn't know his intention to treat him to such a place for the first time in the eight years since he had been in the Separation Sect, so he had to reply carefully: "The disciple knows, this is the Pavilion of No Return." ”

"Hehe, don't return to the pavilion...... Do you know how this place is called the Pavilion of No Return?" Lu Wujian smiled faintly, his face full of vicissitudes.

Lin Yizhi shook his head and said, "Disciple is stupid......"

Lu Wujian nodded, and said in a somewhat vicissitudes of his voice: "Old Five, there is a convention in the Leaving the Sorrow Sect, that is, if the disciples of the sect have cultivated to reach the Hinayana realm, that is, the Jindan realm, they will all drip blood to refine their own natal jade slips, and enter this pavilion of no return." In fact, when the master of the teacher was in charge, that is, the person with the portrait on the right, there was only one place in this pavilion, in the back mountain of the main hall of sorrow. Back then, I and the natal jade slips of your first master were in the only pavilion of non-return. It's just, later, ah......"

Lu Wuji's vicissitudes of life suddenly stopped there, as if he was thinking about something out of his mind, and said for a long time: "Later, there were nine veins of separation and sorrow, and there were also nine pavilions of no return. ”

Lin Yizhi nodded and said, "It turns out that we still have such a thing as a Worry Sect. ”

"Old Five, have you ever heard that once you enter and you don't return, you will never return?" Lu Wujian asked slowly.

"If you don't go back, you won't return?"

This so-called "no return" is the purpose of the non-return. I just said that only the disciples of the Liwu Sect who have reached the Jindan cultivation can drop blood to refine the natal jade slip, and then hang it in the Pavilion of No Return, which is a kind of glory and a kind of delivery. Surrender all your lives to this Pavilion of No Return!" Lu Wujian said slowly.

As soon as Lin Yizhi wanted to speak, Lu Wujian waved his hand and said: "Listen to me, it turns out that your cultivation is not as good as the eightfold of the Quadruple Drive, but do you know that only Jindan disciples in the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion are eligible to be approved to enter, and you entered in advance, and furthermore, your cultivation speed may be able to break through the Jindan Realm after half a year, even if you don't reach it, you still have to participate in the Jianchuan Trial." The Jianchuan trial is called a grand event for the two realms of righteousness and demons to abandon grievances and learn from each other, but in fact, it is just a battlefield of Shura. Although everyone may not die, there is no guarantee that any accidents will happen. As for the details of the Jianchuan trial, you will naturally know when the time comes. Therefore, I let you sacrifice the natal jade slip in advance, and you can also see it, I hung this jade slip on this non-return silk. This means that I have officially decided that you are now my core disciple of Mo Youfeng!"

Only then did Lin Yizhi know that the name of the thin silver wire was called the non-return silk. Hearing that the master officially recognized him as a core disciple, he was happy and kowtowed to express his gratitude.

Lu Wujian waved his hand and said: "You don't have to rejoice too early, as a core disciple, your responsibility will be heavier, in the future, along the way of this immortal path, more dangers will have to be faced by you alone, and the master may sometimes, he can't help you if he wants to, more often, you have to rely on yourself!"

When Lin Yizhi heard this, he immediately burst into tears, and bowed for a long time: "The master is very gracious, and the disciple will never forget!"

Lu Wujian nodded with satisfaction and said, "Since after the Jindan period, you will have to face more unknown dangers, and even wander the world, so what kind of situation your movements, news, and even lives are in, the master can't know at the first time." ”

Lu Wujian paused, handed the remaining Lin Yizhi's natal jade slip to him and said: "This is the remaining jade slip, you put it away, you have to understand, the so-called natal jade slip is the proof of your birth......!

Lu Wujian suddenly stopped, looking at Lin Yizhi with burning eyes.

Lin Yi's heart was shocked, and he suddenly understood the meaning of the so-called non-return.

"If this natal jade slip that belongs to you in the Pavilion of No Return is suddenly shattered one day, it means that your life has come to an end, and you will disappear in this world forever and never return!" Lu Wujian said softly.

"Disciple...... Got it!" Lin Yizhi said, kowtowing a few more times.

Lu Wujian nodded, as if encouraging: "The road of cultivating immortals is by no means a smooth road, it is a move to change your life against the sky, the fifth, the road ahead is long, don't give up the hope of life at any time, you remember, no matter where you are in the future, how far you go, the master will be in this pavilion of no return every day, waiting for your natal jade slip, waiting for you to go home!"

Lin Yizhi couldn't hold back any longer, and burst into tears, in the past eight years, this master, who made him feel very strange and strict at the beginning, everything he did, every word and deed, had been deeply imprinted in his mind, and he was like the loving father he had never met, warming his heart.

Lu Wujian nodded and said, "Although you are stupid and crying, you are also a child. Old Five, if you have anything you want to ask, just ask!"

Lin Yizhi nodded and said, "Master, according to what you said, not only our Mo Youfeng, but also all other veins have non-return pavilions, and the natal jade slips of disciples above Jindan will also be in their non-return pavilions?"

Lu Wujian nodded.

Lin Yizhi said again: "Then from the first one, Senior Brother Ruijin and Senior Brother Limu are ......." He read out everyone's jade slips, and finally Lu Xiyue and himself.

However, he suddenly asked: "Master, it's just that I don't understand, Nalan is a sixth disciple, but he hasn't yet had the Golden Pill Period, why do you add me here with seven jade slips, whose extra one is it? and the third one, why is there a little black gas in the green?"

Lu Wuji's expression was suddenly stunned, he slowly stood up, and walked silently to the door of the Pavilion of No Return. He didn't look at him and said: "Old Five, what you said is good, but this is not returned to the pavilion and you do already have seven natal jade slips, and the so-called extra one is this third one, you look a little weird natal jade slips......"

He ...... It's your real third brother...... His name is Chen Ruoshui......"

When Lin Yizhi heard this, he was even more surprised, he originally thought that this Mo Youfeng was just the four senior brothers Ruijin, Limu, Gangyan, and Luculent, and the third senior brother should be Xiao Gangyan, but the master said that the third senior brother had someone else, and the name Chen Ruoshui had never heard Mo Youfeng mention even a few words.

"Master... That Senior Brother Chen Ruoshui...... Where are you now?"

He ...... It's been a long way off...... I'm afraid I'll never come back......"

Lu Wuji's voice seemed to be extremely far away, Lin Yizhi stood up, but found that there was no trace of the master in front of the door, only the withered grass that was more than half a person tall.

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

Thinking like this, Lin Yizhi carefully put the natal jade slip into his waist, and then continued to walk slowly in the area behind this sword peak.

After walking for about half an hour, he heard the sound of water that seemed to be not far ahead, and he was overjoyed in his heart, and secretly said, could it be that there is a lake in front of him?

Lin Yizhi followed the sound of water and walked forward. But I found that maybe this sword peak was too high, and behind its peak, there was still some white snow on the ground.

With this snowy road, Lin Yizhi finally found the source of the water.

It turned out to be a mirror-sized lake. And the lake seemed to be warm, and the mist was thick with it.

On the shore of the lake, snow is piled up, and the water of this lake is set off like a fairyland Yao Pond.

How could there be such a good place!, Lin Yizhi thought secretly.

However, when he looked into the lake by this little moonlight, he suddenly stayed there. He saw a picture that he will never forget in his life.

Under the pale moonlight, the misty lake gently rippled like stars.

Then, in the middle of this snow-white lake, there was a... Woman.

The woman's black hair was like a waterfall, and under the moonlight, her graceful figure was like a dream. Snow-like stagnant jade skin. In that pool of tenderness.

This woman is cold and peerless, out of the dust like a fairy, and she can't be a thing.

Lin Yizhi was stunned for a moment......