No one had ever seen Fudaoshanren with such an expression.
Even Zhao Zhuo, the eldest disciple of Kunwu who had followed Master Hengxu for more than 700 years, was stunned for a long while when he saw the faint light coming from the direction of Yashan in the distance, and then he went forward to meet it.
"Greetings to Fudaoshanren."
He was still wearing the dirty Taoist robe, with messy gray hair covering his head and hanging on his shoulders. He looked no different from the usual unkempt Taoist priest.
But at this moment, every wrinkle on his face was filled with icy coldness.
The man turned into a ray of light and landed on the Cloud Sea Square floating above the main peak of Kunwu, but seemed not to hear Zhao Zhuo's greeting and walked straight to the magnificent Hall of the Heavens at the end.
The Great Zhoutian Star Array, which had long since stopped operating, still turned into mercury-like rays of light, flowing high above the hall and behind Zhenren Hengxu, further highlighting his arrogance as a Taoist.
With the whisk in his hand lowered, he had been silent for a while.
The moment Fudaoshanren stepped into the hall, he turned around and looked at him. He was silent for a while, and finally sighed: "The storm is coming, and the wind is blowing in the building..."
Great chaos is coming and storms are about to occur.
Giant figures like the two of them who have stood proudly at the top of the Nineteen Continents for a long time can be said to have already reached the state of not being distracted by external things.
But since this matter involves Yashan Kunwu, it would be a lie to say that I am not moved.
In particular, Kunwu lost an elder in the late Nascent Soul stage, and Fudaoshanren lost his beloved disciple...
At this moment, there was actually no emotion visible on his face.
But this expression...
Eleven generations ago, Zhenren Hengxu had seen it.
"Ever since your disciple Jianchou and my disciple Xie Buchen went to explore the hidden world together and never returned, there has been a rift between you and me, and we haven't been in touch for a long time. But in dealing with the Jiyuyu and spying on the Xueyuyu, you and I were both wrong..."
Twenty-three Kunwu people were gone just like that.
Zhenren Hengxu looked at the floating clouds in the sky.
It's still a bit early at this hour.
The brilliant morning sun had just emerged from the mountains in the east, but it had cast a faint blood-red cast over the vast land of the Central Region.
At this time, Zhenren Hengxu's brows were filled with solemnity and compassion.
Worry about the sufferings of the world and take it as my responsibility to uphold justice.
This is the Kunwu throne in everyone’s impression, this is the Kunwu in everyone’s impression, and this is also the Hengxu Zhenren in everyone’s impression…
Fudaoshanren had been watching him for a long time.
He instinctively understood the other person's feelings at this moment, but what came to his mind was the same solemnity and compassion on Hengxu's face eleven generations ago.
"Hahaha… "
Then, a few loud laughs with a hint of sarcasm suddenly came out of his mouth for no reason, and then he laughed and shook his head as if he had encountered something funny.
"Hengxu, ah Hengxu, you and I have known each other for so many years, who doesn't know who? Why do you have to act so hypocritical in front of me?"
"… "
The pair of eyes that were insightful, deep and peaceful, slowly looked over. The expression on Master Hengxu's face did not change at all, except for a slight chill between his brows.
"Fu Dao, in your mind, am I also a despicable and shameless person?"
"Hahaha, what kind of monster you are, don't you know it?"
Fudao Shanren waved his hands and laughed even harder, as if he didn't take Master Hengxu seriously at all, nor did he seem to feel sad for the seven disciples who died in the snowy area.
Only the hand behind the back was quietly clenched.
He walked forward and said, "Let's talk about what happened in the Snow Region Secret Sect. In addition to the information that the people sent out before got, my disciple Jianchou also brought back some information..."
As he spoke, he had already walked past Master Hengxu.
When Master Hengxu turned around, he saw that he had already sat down on the steps above the hall without any concern, took out a gourd of wine from his arms and drank it slowly.
But today, the wine was not paired with chicken legs.
Then, Hengxu suddenly remembered the young disciple named Yu Zhifei who was on the stage more than two hundred years ago.
He was wearing a sky-blue robe that fluttered in the wind. His handsome features showed four parts of confidence, three parts of humility, and three parts of reserved vigor and vitality...
Perhaps, creating rift over the Qingfeng Temple hidden world incident was the worst thing their two factions had done in the past eleven generations.
"I'm sure that Senior Sister also knows that over the years, not only has the Holy Son Jiye appeared in the Snow Region Secret Sect, but there have also been frequent internal fights. The new and old factions are like the Yin Sect and the Yang Sect in the Northern Region, and they are incompatible."
"Kunwu and Yashan are the pillars of the Central Region."
"After noticing this, in order to prevent the tragedy that happened eleven generations ago from happening again, both factions sent people to the scene. However, over the years, there has been a rift between our two factions, so we have each acted independently and have not coordinated..."
In the blink of an eye, two days had passed, but Zheng Yao's words in the meeting hall that day were still echoing in my ears.
Jianchou sat cross-legged in his room, looking at the black iron sword lying flat on his knees.
Twenty-one precious lotus patterns are solemnly engraved on the sword, making it easily distinguishable from other long swords. It has a unique Zen meaning hidden in the mundane world.
It must be a sword with a very interesting history.
However, at this moment, Jianchou was too depressed to contemplate.
The scene of dozens of swords flying back to the armory after their owners lost them appeared before her eyes again. At the same time, she once again began to think about the whole story...
There is no doubt that the people were sent from Yashan.
But no one expected that something would eventually happen, let alone that something so big would happen.
Because what they investigated was not the interior of Tantra, they were just wandering around the periphery.
The Snow Region Tantric Sect is located in the extremely cold area of the northern plateau.
Although they claim to be a branch of Buddhism that split and fled to the Northern Region, the various rules within their sect are very different from those of the original Central Region Buddhism.
The core of the sect, called the Holy Temple, was built at the highest point of the Holy Mountain in the Snow Region.
The legendary Holy Son Jiye lives in the temple.
The surrounding palaces are where the Dharma Kings and core disciples with advanced Tantric cultivation live all year round. As for the ordinary disciples and other believers, most of them live under the holy mountain.
The so-called "periphery" refers to the area within 300 miles centered on the holy mountain.
This area is sparsely populated.
Not to mention that there is not a single person to be seen within three or five miles. Even in the residential areas, most of the people there are ordinary people. Even if there are cultivators, their cultivation level is basically no higher than the Golden Core level.
So, logically speaking, it is unlikely that anything will happen to the group of people on Yashan, especially with Yu Zhifei, who is in the Nascent Soul stage.
Even if something goes wrong, there is a communication spirit bead to immediately feedback to the master.
The current Yashan Sect Master and all the elders are here, not to mention the Fudaoshan people. No matter how you look at it, nothing serious will happen.
But who would have thought...
Not until the dozen swords flew back to the armory did everyone realize that something had happened - that is to say, with so many cultivators in Yashan, including Yu Zhifei, not a single one of them was able to send the slightest message to the sect when the accident happened!
I heard that it’s the same in Kunwu.
In this situation, there are only two possibilities.
Either the situation was so urgent that there was no time to react and the entire army was wiped out; or, no one was in danger, but for some reason the message could not be sent.
But no matter which one it is, thinking about it carefully, it makes people feel cold in their hearts...
In particular, yesterday, after many verifications, the elders of Yashan finally confirmed that since the accident of the Kunwu disciple of Yashan, all the wind and thunder signals sent to the Snow Region have been unable to arrive.
The sky above the entire snowy area seemed to be covered by a solid barrier, isolating it from everything outside.
In other words, the outside world can no longer easily find out what happened inside.
Jianchou has never had a good impression of the Snowland Tantric Buddhism.
In her eyes, starting from the Extreme Region, this so-called Tantra was shrouded in a thick, bloody shadow.
Now, this shadow has turned into a terrifying haze, weighing on her heart.
It has been two days since Fudaoshanren went to Kunwu, but he did not mention a word about the discussions with Zhenren Hengxu. He just sent back a thunder letter, asking Zheng Yao to bring his people to attend this small meeting as scheduled.
"Master sister, it's time for us to set off."
Just as I was thinking about it, there was a knock on the door.
Jianchou withdrew his mind from his deep thoughts and forced himself to relax his frown, but his complexion was still not very good.
"I see."
She responded, took a deep breath, put the Lantern Sword on her lap into its mermaid skin sheath, stood up and opened the door.
Standing outside the door was Bai Yin.
His snow-white robe was painted with ink-splashed landscapes, a very elegant and freehand style, but the expression on his face was no different from Jianchou's, both carrying an indescribable depth and heaviness.
Compared to Jianchou, he and Yu Zhifei have practiced for a similar amount of time and are ranked later, so they spend more time together on weekdays.
The junior fellow student who I had been with day and night for so many years, just disappeared so suddenly...
Even if one has practiced deeply, who can remain indifferent? Moreover, all the disciples of Yashan are people of temperament.
Seeing Jianchou coming out, he forced a smile and said, "Senior Brother Kou, Senior Brother Shen and the other two junior brothers all said that they would not go to Kunwu and would stay in the sect. So for this small meeting, it is the head brother who will bring the eldest sister and me to Kunwu."
This is a turbulent time, so we should always keep some people just in case.
Jianchou understood, so he just nodded.
She raised her eyes and looked outside the cliff. The new batch of Yashan disciples who were going to attend the small meeting were already standing on the top of Lingzhao. The slightly plump figure standing on the high sword-drawing platform was the leader Zheng Yao.
She didn’t know if it was because they hadn’t seen each other for two days, or maybe she was too absent-minded these past two days, but she actually felt that Zheng Yao seemed to have lost a little weight.
Jianchou sighed softly in his heart and said, "Let's go down too."
After saying that, she turned into a stream of light and landed directly on the sword-drawing platform. Bai Yin followed closely behind her and soon landed as well, standing beside her.
The two of them greeted Zheng Yao together: "Greetings, Master."
"Well, now that everyone is here, let's go."
Zheng Yao was obviously not in a good mood, so he didn't say much, which was unusual for him.
He stood on the high sword-drawing platform, with his back to the lonely cliff mountain and his face towards the east. His palms were facing each other, the index finger of his left hand and the ring finger of his right hand were slightly bent, but the tips of his middle fingers were touching each other, and in the blink of an eye, a mysterious hand seal was formed.
At that moment, sixteen dark golden lights burst out from Zheng Yao's handprint like meteorites, falling in all directions and corners of Lingzhaoding, immediately splashing golden ripples.
Immediately afterwards, the sword-drawing platform under his feet and the Lingzhao Peak below the platform began to shake violently.
The mysterious scene that he missed because of the experience in the Black Wind Cave now appeared in front of Jianjianchou in such a magnificent way.
Amid the violent shaking, the entire Lingzhao Peak actually rose up tremblingly!
Higher and higher, higher and higher...
All the disciples standing on the top of Lingzhao Mountain also rose higher, and their vision suddenly became broader, so they could see the mountains and rivers in the distance.
Jianchou couldn't help but reveal a hint of shock in his eyes, but Bai Yin next to him had seen this many times, so he just watched calmly.
Zheng Yao made another hand seal, and the entire wide Lingzhaoding was like a flat flying boat, rushing towards the east!
The clouds in front of him were swiftly pierced through.
The strong winds that came towards them were blocked by the transparent ripples rising from the top of Lingzhao. Everyone stood there safely, and after a moment, they had already flown away from Yashan.
Looking back, the tall top of the scabbard was already in the clouds and mist and could not be seen clearly.
Throughout the journey to Kunwu, neither Zheng Yao, Jianchou, nor Bai Yin said a word. They just stared silently at the famous mountains and rivers passing by beneath their feet, in silence.
Even among the ordinary disciples on Lingzhao Peak, there were few laughters or joys.
The "strange phenomenon" that appeared in the armory two days ago was witnessed by more than one or two people. Even if the elders of Yashan felt that it was not appropriate to let them know what had happened, how could they keep it secret
Anyone who knows a little about Yashan has heard of the rules of the Yashan Arsenal. It can be said that what is happening is clear at a glance.
However, they have not yet told everyone the whole story.
Because even the headmaster and the elders were not clear about the ins and outs of it.
Perhaps, this will be the meeting with the most depressing atmosphere
Seeing Kunwu approaching and the familiar Jiutou River bay in front of them, this thought suddenly popped up in Jianchou's mind.
Like previous years, this year's meeting still attracted much attention.
At the last small gathering thirty years ago, a disciple of the Wuyi Sect unexpectedly won first place and stepped onto the stage, sparking heated discussions among the crowd.
This year, more people are looking forward to whether there will be any different changes in this conference.
For example, Fang Xiaoxie, the genius disciple from Yashan who had only been a student for ten years but had already reached the stage of Dan formation; for example, Feng Yun, the new disciple accepted by the leader of the Demon Sealing Sword Sect...
For example, the peerless genius of Kunwu who missed the meeting twice, Xie Buchen.
According to the rules of the small meeting, two types of people can participate in the small meeting.
The first type is for cultivators within the Central Region who have been affiliated with one of the Three Thousand Sects for less than thirty years, regardless of their level of cultivation. The second type is for cultivators who have been affiliated with the sects for longer than thirty years, as long as they have not participated in a small gathering and their level of cultivation has not exceeded the Golden Core stage, regardless of how long they have been affiliated with the sect.
Xie Buchen has been in Kunwu for more than sixty years.
It took him ten days to build the foundation and two years to form the elixir. After the battle at Qingfeng Temple, his life or death was unknown. Not long ago, news came out that he had formed the elixir again, and his name was even hung high on the monument of the third heaven!
In other words, he can still attend the small meeting.
But no one knows whether Xie Buchen will still participate.
Even Zhilinsou, who knew the Nineteen Continents very well and was almost omniscient, found it difficult to ascertain Kunwu's attitude when he wrote the record of this small meeting. In the end, he could only write the following sentence next to the three words "Xie Buchen":
"If you enter, you must go up to the One-Person Platform; if you don't enter, you will also be on the One-Person Platform."
In other words, in Zhilinsou's judgment, whether or not he actually reached the One-Man Stage was not important to Xie Buchen at all. This was because this person's strength was enough to reach the top, and he did not necessarily need the One-Man Stage to prove it.
But the more this happened, the more people paid attention to him.
If Xie Buchen also participates, wouldn’t this year’s meeting be very interesting
So, today, outside the Kunwu Jiutou River Bay, a huge crowd has gathered, just like in previous years.
Light continued to emerge from the teleportation array on the shore.
One after another, cultivators from the Central Region, and even from the Southern and Northern Regions, came here in the bustle, looking forward to the start of the meeting.
When Lingzhaoding of Yashan flew high over the heads of the crowd, countless eyes were raised, and naturally there was another round of boiling exclamations of exclamations.
"Yashan is coming!"
"Look, is that female cultivator the legendary Senior Sister Jianchou from Yashan?"
"Wow, there's also Bai Yin who has been traveling for many years!"
"This is Yashan..."
…
Zheng Yao heard it all, but did not look down. He just controlled Lingzhaoding and went straight over Jiutoujiangwan and entered the range of Kunwu.
Then, he hovered the Lingzhaoding in the air.
At this time, a charming figure in a light purple dress appeared in front of everyone. She bowed respectfully, and her posture was surprisingly graceful.
"This junior is here to meet Master Zheng of Yashan. Kunwu has been waiting for a long time."
It turned out to be an acquaintance.
Gu Qingmei.
They became enemies in the Shahong community and met at a small gathering sixty years ago, but have had no contact since then.
If he hadn't seen her at this moment, Jianchou would almost have forgotten that he even knew such a person.
At this moment, she looked at the other person, and the other person also looked at her.
After not seeing each other for sixty years, Gu Qingmei seemed to have matured a lot. At least the arrogance on his face had been restrained a lot.
only…
The moment she looked over, Jianchou was extremely sharp in noticing the flash of hatred in her eyes, as well as the hint of hostility in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.
It seems that she hasn't forgotten the grudge from that year
A smile flashed across Jianchou's lips, but in a split second, another picture suddenly emerged in her mind -
At the west coast, Qian Que, who was wielding a golden abacus, was knocked to the ground by a palm strike, and then a sword pierced his shoulder...
It was a light purple figure holding a mercury sword.
This was what she saw when her mind was wandering at the entrance of the cave where she encountered the remnant soul of the nine-headed bird in the polar region.
At that time, I also saw Qu Zhengfeng, Lu Xiangleng, Xiahou She and others, and I didn’t know whether it was an illusion or a real thing.
But after returning to the Nineteen Continents, every scene I saw at that time had corresponding facts.
So…
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Jianchou looked at Gu Qingmei who was standing in the air, and the smile on his lips suddenly and slowly disappeared.
Zheng Yao had heard about the feud between Kunwu, the spoiled girl, and his senior sister, and he was very displeased with Gu Qingmei.
But he didn't show anything on his face, and only said: "Thank you for your help, nephew. I wonder where Master Hengxu and Uncle Fudao are now?"
"We are discussing matters in the Great Hall of the Heavens. Please come over, Master."
Gu Qingmei smiled and replied.
Zheng Yao nodded, then turned around and said to Jianchou, "Kunwu has arrived. I have to go to the Zhutian Hall to discuss matters. Senior Sister Jianchou, please come with me."
Ask her to go with you
Jianchou was a little surprised.
Gu Qingmei immediately opened her eyes wide, feeling unhappy, and could not help but remind her: "Master, Master only said that Master Zheng should go, not-"
The rest of the words suddenly stopped.
It was just because Zheng Yao, who was always smiling, suddenly turned his eyes and looked at her straightly. His eyes were heavy and carried an indescribable coldness.
At this moment, Gu Qingmei couldn't utter a word.
Zheng Yao, however, acted as if he had done nothing and waved to Jianchou: "Big Sister, let's go."
Jianchou was actually a little hesitant.
She originally wanted to take the opportunity to ask about Qian Que's matter, but Zheng Yao must have his reasons for asking her to come over.
Moreover, she really wanted to see how Fudaoshan was doing now.
So, after just thinking for a moment, she nodded, said goodbye to Bai Yin, and followed Zheng Yao.
Lingzhaoding hovers not far from the main peak of Kunwu.
Although Jianchou is only in the late Nascent Soul stage, he has no problem keeping up with Zheng Yao at normal speed.
A moment later, the two of them landed on Yunhai Square.
So the figure in front naturally caught Jianchou's eyes.
The misty clouds, under the sunlight, scatter a faint rainbow light.
The ground is snow-white, engraved with green pines, auspicious clouds and cranes.
A breeze blows under the dome, and clouds roll above, making people feel like they are in a fairyland.
Xie Buchen was standing in the middle of the crowd in a green robe, his cold eyebrows and eyes carried a hint of bookish air from the past, his elegance revealed a bit of indifference.
He looks as if he is not tainted by the worldly world at all, like an immortal.
Seeing Zheng Yao and Jianchou coming, he took a step forward, bowed slightly, and said calmly: "Greetings, Master Zheng, our master and Elder Fudao are in the hall, waiting for you for a long time."