Located in the northwest side of Danyuan Palace, the Purple Mansion Xuantian Hall is magnificently constructed, bearing the dew of the sky on the top and the earth veins below, which is the place where the Yuxuan Zhenren cultivates the Tao of enlightenment. However, tonight, the Xuantian Hall of the Purple Mansion was gloomy and dignified, and there was no clear sense of immortality.

Yu Xuan Zhenren sat on the purple gold platform, flaming red coral trees on both sides, with a jade face and a mighty face, and his eyes seemed to be closed.

A foot in front of her, Hanyan knelt on the ground, quietly waiting for the fate of Yuxuan Zhenren.

The cold moon quietly moved west, and Yuxuan Zhenren finally slowly opened his eyes, and spit out word by word as if accompanied by a fairy wind: "How long has it been since you saw Ruochen?"

"Four years. ”

"So how many times have you met him in the last year?"

"Twice. ”

Yu Xuan Zhenren nodded, closed his eyes, and asked slowly, "Seeing so little, is it because Ruochen is not talented?"

Han Yan said: "No, although he entered the Tao late, he is talented, far better than me." ”

"So...... Is Ruochen's talent not good?"

"Not really. He is as rich as jade, and his character and appearance are excellent. He has no sorrow or joy, and his breath is like a blue musk deer, and he is even more rare. ”

Yu Xuan Zhenren's eyes opened again, this time his gaze was as cold as frost, and he asked, "Then why did you turn a deaf ear to my orders?"

He didn't raise his cigarette butt and replied: "Before Ruochen went up the mountain, didn't Master Yuxuan also have an order?"

Yu Xuan's voice raised slightly, and he shouted: "Time has passed, how can this be the same? How can he compare with Ruochen?! I already said four years ago that the matter between you and him ended here, and today you even take out this matter to prevaricate! Don't you take my instructions in your eyes anymore? If so, then I will allow you to convert and vote for another one, and fulfill the two of you!"

Hanyan lay on the ground and did not move, sighed after a while, and said softly: "Master, how can the two words of fate be stopped by four words here? But the ancestor treats me like a mountain, and Hanyan will never change his religion and vote for another one, nor will he disobey the orders of his ancestor again." Tomorrow morning, Hanyan will go to find him. ”

Yuxuan Zhenren closed his eyes and didn't speak, and he didn't speak, and the Xuantian Hall of the Purple Mansion was quiet like this.

"Looking for him, where are you going to find him?" Yuxuan Zhenren finally spoke, although his tone was much softened, but there was still a chill: "Seventeen days ago, Ruochen had already gone down the mountain to experience and went to Luoyang. You don't even know about this, so it can be seen that you are close to him! Yesterday, Zhang Yinyin, the daughter of Jingxiao Zhenren, also went down the mountain, and to see where it went, it was also Luoyang. What she meant, I don't say, you should know. ”

Hanyan said softly and lightly: "Although Zhang Yinyin has a good posture and appearance, he is arrogant and tricky in his heart, and he is not gentle and charming, he is not stunning, and Hanyan is not afraid." ”

Yuxuan Zhenren suddenly surged up with anger, slapped the armrest heavily, and shouted: "Don't be afraid!? That Zhang Yin Yin is now smoking, like an ice peak under the clouds, and has already become a world-class posture, and even I am excited when I see it! In just a few years, she has changed so much, and it must be related to Su Jiao, who is under the Taixuan Peak. As far as your little bit of Luoyu Shengyan's heart method is concerned, you also want to compare it with Su Jiao's Heavenly Fox Secret Technique?

Hanyan raised his head in surprise, saw Yuxuan Zhenren's face full of anger, lowered his head again, and said softly but firmly: "Then Hanyan will also go to Luoyang." ”

Yu Xuan Zhenren spit out a mouthful of turbid air and said coldly: "No need. You go to the back mountain to repair, the trip to Luoyang, and someone else goes. ”

Hanyan was taken aback and asked, "Who?"

"Me!"

A tall figure came out of the shadow from the side of the hall, and the pavilion stood next to the purple gold platform of Yuxuan Zhenren, it was Huaisu.

Qingxu.

In the silence, a drop of crystal water quietly fell, and a small splash bloomed on the page. Water slowly seeped into the yellowed pages, staining a small patch of handwriting.

A sigh rang out, breaking the silence in the hall.

Yin Feng stood up, pushed open the door, came to the warm pavilion, and looked at the green mountains looming in the distance by the railing. Two lines of tears were hanging down his face, but he didn't wipe them away. Such inexplicable tears, he has long been accustomed to it, and he does not care.

Every time he burst into tears, he didn't feel how sad, what he had in his heart was just the vicissitudes of life and the rise and fall of a hundred generations. The wind stood with his hands in his hands, letting the rainy mountain wind lift the corners of his robe and wet his hair. Since he woke up, he has been staying in this Shadow Han Pavilion, chanting scriptures in the morning, cultivating at night, eating and drinking, not entering water, rice and vulgar things, and not taking a step out of the pavilion. Whenever he cried inexplicably, he would only look at the distance from the railing as he is now, watching the distant mountains and clouds.

There was a soft footstep sound from the stairs of the warm pavilion, and the rhythm of each step was inconsistent, this chaotic rhythm should have been annoying, but at this time, on the contrary, this footsteps would only make people feel ethereal and transparent, just like this beautiful Qingcheng.

Yin Feng turned around and returned to the warm pavilion to meet the Void Xuan Zhenren who had just ascended the stairs.

Xuxuan Zhenren sat down peacefully and asked, "Yin Feng, another month has passed, how have you comprehended the Emperor Jinlu?"

The Void Xuan Zhenren has seen the situation of Yin Feng bursting into tears a lot, and he has long turned a blind eye.

Yin Feng also sat down at the table and smiled, "I just finished reading the first volume." It is also strange to say that there is nothing surprising about the content of this Emperor's Golden Record, and it is just plain and detailed. However, the comments between the pages of the book are very different, and each sentence has a deep meaning, which must be carefully pondered to understand. It's strange. ”

Xuxuan is humane: "The Emperor's Golden Record is my Taoist canon, although it is profound, but it is not unique to my Qingxu Palace. However, the annotations in these four volumes of the Emperor's Golden Record were written by Qing Ling Zhenren himself, and it was through this that he was able to ascend to the supreme method. The reason why my Qingxu stands out from thousands of cultivation methods is because of the flying immortal tips written by the Qingling Immortals. ”

Yin Feng nodded, opened the Emperor's Golden Record, pointed to one of the pages, and said, "I still have a detailed reference here, and I still have to ask for advice." ”

"But it doesn't hurt to talk about it. ”

In this way, the old and the young sit and discuss, there is no distinction between respect and inferiority, the difference between the old and the young, and the moon rises and sets unconsciously, and the moon sinks.

After discussing this doubt, it was dusk again. During this time, Yin Feng didn't know how many tears he shed. Tears flowed without warning, when they were meditating, when they were talking, and when they were smiling.

Yin Feng stood up, walked out of the warm pavilion with his hands in his hands, and once again looked at the sunset from afar by the railing.

The slanting sun is like blood, accompanied by a scorching cold wind, and it is indescribably bleak and desolate.

Xuxuan Zhenren sat in the warm pavilion and continued to read the emperor's golden record. He knew that whenever such a time came, Yin Feng would often have some insights, and the things he realized were also quite inspiring to him.

"I'm going down the mountain. Yin Feng said lightly.

Xuxuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why?"

"To meet some people, to kill some people. ”

"Who do you see, and who do you kill?" asked the Void Xuan Dao Chief.

"I don't know yet, but I'll know then. ”

Xuxuan Zhenren nodded and said, "That's the case, then you go down the mountain, when will you leave?"

"It's now. ”

Xuxuan Zhenren didn't keep much, but just wrapped up the four volumes of the Emperor's Golden Record reviewed by Qingling Zhenren, handed it to Yin Feng, and said: "These four volumes of the Emperor's Golden Record, you can take your time on the road." ”

Yin Feng said: "No need, it's not too late to see when I return to the mountain." ”

With that, he flicked the sleeves of his robe and went down the mountain.

The Void Xuan Zhenren sat peacefully in the warm pavilion until it was completely dark, and then he lightly high-fived. After a while, two middle-aged Taoist priests dressed in dark blue sermon robes entered the warm pavilion through the window and knelt in front of the Xuxuan real person, looking extremely respectful. They seem to be extremely capable, and there is a faint murderous aura on them. The Void Xuan Zhenren was also sitting upright, his eyes seemed to be open and closed, and after a while, he snorted and put himself on the shelf.

"What do you have to say?" the two Tsing Yi Taoist priests asked.

"Elder Xuxuan led twelve powerful disciples to immediately descend the mountain and secretly protect Yin Feng. The two Taoist priests in Tsing Yi saluted again and took the order.

After they left, the lofty demeanor of the Xuan Xuan Zhenren immediately disappeared without a trace, stretched his muscles and bones, and muttered: "Alas, old, old, every time it rains, the whole body aches, and you have to have enough etiquette." The things left by our ancestors are not all good!"

The drizzle outside the pavilion is like silk, and it is endless. I don't know when this storm will end.

Shenzhou is vast, it is also winter, snow flies in the north, rain falls in the southwest, and in an unnamed valley, it is the spring light of the south of the Yangtze River with red warblers and green willows.

"Valley master, please use tea. ”

In a warm pavilion in the valley, there is a majestic old man sitting in the center, and four beautiful and amazing maidservants behind him are playing a group fan for him, and a woman in full costume next to him has just made a cup of tea and held it in front of the old man.

The old man took the teacup, tasted it slightly, put it on the table in front of him, and gently tapped a few sides with the middle finger of his right hand. His hands are as delicate as jade, and they are so well maintained that they look like the hands of a young woman. He struck a few times with his fingers, and when he reached the seventh blow, he suddenly struck.

There was a faint thunder in the distance, and the tea in the cups also rippled slightly.

As soon as the bamboo curtain at the gate of the warm pavilion opened, a young female disciple hurriedly ran in and saluted: "Gu Master, Senior Sister Wuhua has already succeeded in getting out of the customs." ”

Before she finished speaking, Yun Wuhua had already walked into the pavilion, nodded to the ground on one knee, and said, "Thank you for the guidance of the valley master!"

Compared with five years ago, Yun Wuhua's appearance has not changed at all, but is still slightly younger. Her black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her black shirt had many torn spots, faintly revealing the snow skin and ice muscles under the clothes. However, although she knelt casually, the killing intent was so thick that she could hardly dissolve, so although her clothes were torn, she could not give people the excitement of seeing the spring, but she would feel that she had seen a sharp sword that was unsheathed.

The old man smiled and nodded, obviously extremely satisfied with Yun Wuhua, and said: "Back then, I was supposed to punish you for one year of cultivation, but I didn't expect you to be brave and diligent, facing the wall for five years, and actually cultivated to the sixth level of the Styx Sword Record. Now that the situation is critical, we will help you pass the last hurdle with seven awakening bells. However, with the help of external forces, it is not as good as the perfection of your own cultivation, and you still need to hone yourself to make up for this flaw. Now that you have been out of the customs, the Heavenly Power Ancient Sword will be handed over to you again, and you don't need to return it when you return to the mountain. ”

The old man made a light move with his left hand, and the Tianquan Ancient Sword hanging on the wall behind him came out of the wall and landed gently in front of Yun Wuhua. The old man had given her the sword.

Yun Wuhua grabbed the Tianquan Ancient Sword and inserted it into his back casually, his face was like an ancient well, and he was not happy at all. But the woman dressed in tea beside the old man had a gleam in her eyes, obviously jealous and hateful.

Yun Wuhua knelt on one knee without raising his head, but asked, "I don't know what the valley master commands." ”

The old man took another sip of tea and said slowly: "The immortal who was snatched by the Daodaozong five years ago has now gone down the mountain and is on the way to Luoyang, named Ji Ruochen. I don't know what Dezong's old foxes thought, so they let him go on the road alone. Wuhua, go and bring him here. ”

Yun Wuhua answered, and she didn't see her make the slightest movement, so she slid backwards like flowing water, out of the Jingshe Warm Pavilion, and then rushed to the sky, without taking a break.

Seeing that Yun Wuhua was far away, the woman in costume snorted and said, "Gu Master, you are really eccentric, you even gave her the Tianquan Ancient Sword!

The old man said, "What do you know? I sit here to deter those old fellows and keep them from acting rashly. Therefore, there is only Pai Wuhua to rob people. ”

The woman didn't obey and said, "But the Heavenly Power Sword was given to Wuhua, what about our Su Su?"

The old man smiled and said, "After Su Su practiced the Dragon and Tiger Taixuan Sutra, how could he not be stronger than a fairy sword?"

The woman still said, "But what if you can't practice?!"

The old man pondered for a moment, glanced at the woman lovingly, and said, "In half a month, it will be the day when Su Su will leave the customs, and I will fight some ways to protect her through the last pass." ”

The woman turned her anger into joy, and sent her up with a gentle flattery, coaxing him to be happy. She saw that the old man was very interested, so she fell into his arms, bit his ear, and said in a greasy voice: "Gu Master, I see that Wuhua is so talented, you might as well ...... Take her in too!"

The old man frowned and muttered, "This ...... I'm afraid there's something wrong. ”

"What's wrong? If she becomes the seventh sister, it will be a family, and it's too late for me to be happy. Isn't it...... You're afraid you won't be able to handle it?"

When the old man heard this, he laughed for a long time and said, "Such a simple method of agitation also wants to win the old man? But...... is still the third lady virtuous. ”

The woman said softly, "No, it's the valley lord hero." ”