Listening to Yuanbao's life experience, Master Li actually had an urge to cry, this was the first time in her life, and there was a desire to hold the hand of the stubborn young man in front of her and bear all the pain with him. Because Yuanbao's life experience has many similarities with her.

She was silent for a long time, and finally said softly: "I am the same person who has fallen to the end of the world, but I didn't expect that you and I would have such a bumpy life experience." ”

She also seemed to remember the scene many years ago, when she was alone on the streets, if it wasn't for Yuxuzi who brought her back to Shushan and passed on her supreme immortal sword technique, now she is afraid that she would have starved to death on the streets.

Yuanbao's mind woke up from the long-sealed pain ten years ago, stared at Master Li with big eyes, and said in surprise: "You are also a poor person who was sold by your father and mother since you were a child?"

Master Li's eyes showed a strange look, and he wanted to say something, but he heard footsteps behind him, and it turned out to be empty phase waking up from meditation.

The empty phase walked to the two of them, looked at the two of them with bad intentions, swept away the solemn posture of a Buddhist monk, and said with a strange smile: "You two, what are you talking about? I didn't hear it, I didn't hear a word. ”

Of course, there are no three hundred taels of silver here, looking at the obscene appearance of the empty phase, Yuan Bao and Master Li suddenly had a sense of weakness, although what the two of them just said was not an unspeakable love talk, but it was still not affected by this little monk.

Yuan Bao said angrily: "If you hear it, you can hear it, why pretend." ”

The empty phase smiled and said: "Boss, I still want to follow you to eat and drink spicy food and spicy food in the future, I know too many secrets of you, I am afraid that you will give me small shoes to wear in the future, there is a saying, the more secrets you know, the closer you are to death." ”

Master Li didn't want to be entangled with emptiness, so he said slowly: "It's over here, let's go out."

Yuanbao has also wanted to go out for a long time, the magma here is rushing, the heat is unbearable, and staying with a beautiful woman, maybe he will do something deviant, it is better to go out quickly.

The three of them flew out of the hot underground magma cave, and before dawn, a bright moon hung in the west, and the hazy moonlight sprinkled on the calm lake, with the slight blue waves, flashing with a faint silver light.

The calm surface of the lake is shrouded in a faint layer of mist, and the night breeze blows, and the mist surges, with the sparkling silver light, like a fairyland on earth.

Master Li and Yuan Bao stood side by side, looking at the darkness in the distance, but the emptiness was very knowledgeable and hid on the other side of the island in the middle of the lake, muttering: "Emptiness is color, color is emptiness......"

Looking at the sparkling silver lake, after a long time, Master Li suddenly said slowly: "Ten miles of flat lake is full of frost, and every inch of green silk is sad for the Chinese New Year"

Yuanbao's heart trembled suddenly, and he turned his head to look at Master Li, his long black hair swayed in the wind, and a few strands of green silk swept across Master Li's delicate cheeks.

He has been cultivating in the mountains with his master Zhuge Kongfang since he was a child, and he is naturally not a young man who has read poetry and books, but he also seems to understand the artistic conception of the two poems that Master Li just chanted, and said softly: "Looking at each other in the shape of the moon, only envy the mandarin ducks and not the immortals"

Master Li also turned his head and looked at Yuanbao, her cheeks were as rosy as the morning glow in the moonlight, and her cold eyes seemed to be melted at this moment.

Under the moonlight, Master Li was so beautiful and moving, Yuan Bao looked at her and couldn't help but be stupid.

After experiencing life and death, although the two have not known each other for a long time, they are like a pair of childhood sweethearts, and it seems that just by looking at each other lightly, they can already see what they want to say in each other's hearts.

Children of the rivers and lakes, grievances and hatreds, who can have such a situation?

Under the moonlight, in front of the blue waves, the figures of the two were very close, very close, almost heart-to-heart communication.

When the first rays of the morning sun tore through the eternal darkness, shining on Master Li's handsome cheeks, there was a faint brilliance. Yuan Bao suddenly woke up and hurriedly withdrew his eyes. I was embarrassed and said, "I don't ...... It's not ......"

When he didn't know what to say, the newly accepted little brother ran over and said, "Boss, there are many people from the south who are coming with the sword."

Yuan Bao and Master Li looked up at the same time, only to see more than ten bright and dazzling rays of light appear in the still somewhat dim sky, shooting rapidly from the south, dragging a long tail of glow, like a star falling from the nine heavens.

Master Li's face was overjoyed, and he said, "It's our Shushan Sect's elder who is here." ”

Yuan Bao put his mind at ease, as if he remembered something, and said: "Master girl, little monk in the empty phase, I don't want others to know my identity, don't tell it." ”

The empty phase glanced at Master Li with a smile, and said strangely: "I understand, I understand, if you let the people of the Shushan faction know that you are the descendant of the Sword God, you and Senior Sister Li are only afraid that they will draw their swords against each other." ”

Master Li frowned and said, "What do you mean by this?"

The empty phase seemed to be taken aback, and said: "Senior girl, don't you know that sixty years ago, on the Jiulao Peak of Mount Emei, the head of the Yuxuzi was defeated by the Zhuge Sword God with a sword, and the mountains eighty miles west of the Jiulao Peak were lost to the Zhuge Sword God, and since then the two have formed a grudge......

Yuanbao This matter is clear, the dead master often boasted about this matter to himself before his death, saying how good he was, defeated Yuxuzi with a sword, and the valley where they lived in seclusion was the Jiulong Waterfall twenty miles west of Jiulao Peak, which was won from Yuxuzi at the beginning.

It can be said that Yuanbao has been living in Mount Emei all these years, and it is a close neighbor of the Shushan faction.

Hearing the words of the empty phase in Master Li's ears, her heart suddenly trembled slightly, and she turned her head to look at Yuanbao.

Yuan Bao scratched his head and said: "It's not as serious as he said, Yu Xuzi's predecessors are superb, and they are the first-class seniors in the world, how can they be so resentful." ”

He said it very modestly, but the two people around him felt that there was a sense of pride and pride in Yuanbao's modest tone. This kind of glory in the world belongs to the sword god Zhuge Kong Fang.

In the nearly 100 times that Zhuge Kong Fang has walked the world, I don't know how many peerless masters of righteousness and demons have been defeated under his sword, but he has not tasted defeat.

Above the gray sky, the more than ten rays of light quickly fell on the island in the middle of the lake, the glow dissipated, and more than a dozen figures appeared.

Six old men dressed in Shushan costumes, and seven young people. I think it is the elder of the Shushan faction and the outstanding young disciple of the world.

When these people saw Master Li coming over, they were led by a tall elder wearing a Taoist cyan robe with deep eyes, and said, "Senior nephew, are you injured?"

Master Li hugged his fists and said: "I've seen Uncle Qingsong, my injuries are fine."

That elder is the first Qingsong Daoist of the Shushan Sect Elders' House, and he has been famous for a hundred years, and he is in charge of the sect's punishment in the Shushan Sect, and he has a very high prestige.

Qingsong Daoren glanced at the ingots and the empty phase, and when he saw the golden bowl held by the empty phase and the string of jade prayer beads hanging around his neck, his face changed slightly, and said, "Which monk of Bodhi Temple is this?"

Of course, he didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of him, so he hurriedly clasped his hands together and said: "The junior Bodhi Temple is empty, and he has seen Uncle Qingsong. ”

Qingsong Daoren's face was slightly ugly, but he was old and refined, and the city was extremely deep, so he immediately said with a smile: "I didn't expect that there is a genius with such qualifications as you in Bodhi Temple, it seems that there is a successor to Master Xinnian." ”

Kongxiang smiled modestly and said, "Uncle Qingsong has won the award, and the little monk's qualifications are reckless, where can he bear it." ”

Qingsong Daoren also smiled, and his eyes immediately fell on the body of the ingot, who had not said a word. In fact, he was shocked at the moment, Bodhi Temple is one of the five major sects of the righteous path today, and the "Faguang Treasure Buddha Heart Sutra", which has never been passed on for thousands of years, is even more mysterious. Because the Bodhi Temple is located in the prosperous place of Middle Earth and is admired by the world, there has been a faint trend of replacing the Kunlun school as the largest school in the world in recent years.

The little monk in front of him is not very old, but he has the Buddha bowl and the reincarnation bead of the Buddha's treasure, he must get the true transmission of the mind of the monk, and think that the mind of the Zen master is the head of the four great monks of the Bodhi Temple, and has been in charge of the Bodhi Temple for a hundred years, the Dharma is unfathomable, unparalleled in the world, and he is regarded as the successor of the empty phase can not be underestimated?

Even though Qingsong Dao was profound and determined, he was slightly shocked at the moment, but he didn't put too much thought into the unsurprisingly ragged ingot.

Seeing Uncle Qingsong's gaze fall on Yuanbao's body, Master Li bit his lip slightly, and said, "Uncle Qingsong, this is Yuanbao Yuan's young man."

Before the Qingsong Daoist could speak, Yuanbao had already clasped his fists and saluted: "Junior Yuanbao, I have seen Qingsong's seniors." ”

"Yuanbao?" Qingsong Daoren's face suddenly changed, and he subconsciously looked at the sword in Yuanbao's hand, which was the divine sword that Wu Tianxing gave him last night, three feet and seven inches, the hilt was pitch black, and the blade of the sword was hidden under the original wooden scabbard of Yuanbao.

Seeing that Qingsong Daoren's face changed greatly, everyone was stunned, and Yuan Bao was even more startled, and suddenly thought that Qingsong Daoren and Yuxuzi's predecessors had visited the master six years ago, and the master was still proudly introducing the two of them at that time.

"Does he recognize himself?" Yuan Bao's heart was slightly bitter, and he subconsciously shrank his neck back.

At this time, from behind the Qingsong Dao people came a young man with a jade tree in the wind, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, chic and handsome, looking no more than twenty years old, dressed in purple clothes, swaying in the morning breeze, adding a bit of elegance and agility.

The purple-clothed young man said, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Qingsong Daoren didn't answer, those deep eyes seemed to be glowing with scorching fire, staring at the sword held by Yuanbao in his left hand, and there was a trace of fanaticism and a trace of jealousy in that expression.

He said slowly, "You, you were the boy from six years ago?"

Yuan Bao smiled bitterly, he knew that he couldn't hide his identity, six years ago he was just ten years old, he had seen Qingsong Dao people at that time, just now he saw the face of Qingsong Dao people before he remembered this, he scratched his head and said: "Yes senior, we did have a relationship back then." ”

Qingsong Daoren suddenly laughed and said: "Yes, yes, I haven't seen you for six years, you have walked the world with a sword, it seems that we are all old, we are all old." ”

The purple-clothed young man was puzzled: "Master, do you know this Yuan Shaoxia?"

Qingsong Daoren smiled and said, "He is not an ordinary person, but a ...... Hey, don't say it, Yuan Shaoxia, I didn't expect you to appear here, how is your master lately?"

Yuanbao's face darkened, and he said: "More than two months ago, Master and his old man sat in the mountains and passed away. ”

"Ahh

Zhuge Kong Fang, the person with the greatest fame and the highest cultivation in the past hundred years, has not dared to make waves in Middle-earth for a hundred years, but he was shocked by Zhuge Kong Fang, he led an era and an era. And he didn't fight after all, and went alone.

"He, he's dead?" muttered to himself from the old Qingsong Daoist.

Eighty years ago, at the top of Kunlun, that handsome and dashing young man defeated the sixteen elders of Kunlun with one sword, how mighty?

Sixty years ago, in the depths of Southwest Leze, the Demon Monarch was defeated under the Three Swords of Zhuxian and fulfilled the promise of not stepping into the Central Plains.

Fifty years ago, the demon dragon in the 100,000 mountains of southern Xinjiang was haunted, sweeping eight walled cities in a row, and the people who cultivated the truth were killed and injured more than 100, but under the sword of Zhuge Kongfang, the demon dragon was cut into several pieces.

Thirty years ago, the Taihang Six Sword Immortals ......

He has had so many deeds over the centuries, each of which is enough to make the blood of his friends and even his enemies boil.

He, Zhuge Kong Fang, has become a legend, and even Shengwei has overshadowed the heirs of the reincarnation sword technique of the past dynasties, and is close to the reincarnation of the scattered people thousands of years ago.

It is said that he has fully comprehended the third type of reincarnation nine swords of the reincarnation sword technique, becoming the fourth person in the past thousand years to comprehend the reincarnation nine swords in addition to the reincarnation of the scattered people.

And it was such a person, even a god, who died alone and quietly in the sacred mountain. How can people not sigh at the ethereal life of immortality and the vastness of heaven?

The sun rose slowly, and the morning mist on the surface of Pinghu Lake exuded a faint brilliance under the illumination of the morning sun, especially shining on the handsome and delicate face of the beautiful Master Li, brushing her slightly clear hair, which made people heartbroken and heartbroken.

Master Li looked at the ingots beside him, and the bright eyes that were originally as cold as frost may have seen the faint sadness on the ingots' face, but they were a little warm and a little melancholy.

Yuan Bao felt Master Li's gaze, and also looked over, and the two looked at each other, and then avoided it with a weak heart.

And everything about them was in the eyes of the purple-clothed young man next to Qingsong Daoren, who glanced at the ingot, and his fists clenched slightly.

Ten miles of flat lake frost sky, inch by inch of green silk sorrowful year.

Look at each other for the moon-shaped, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal.

(End of volume)