One after another, wind and thunder passed through the clouds at dusk and fell into the Guihe Well. Fang Xiaoxie half-sat beside it, throwing the pills in his palm to the big white goose in the well. Gu Yu, with big and small eyes, could only watch eagerly beside it, while Xiao Diao lazily slumped beside Fang Xiaoxie's legs, acting like he was the boss of Yashan.
The disciples passing by were no longer surprised by this scene.
Everybody was already used to this big white goose relying on elixirs to prolong its life, but perhaps it was really an ordinary goose with poor bones. It had been taking elixirs for so many years but had not suddenly become a spirit. Many elders in the Alchemy Hall, including Zuo Liu who specialized in tinkering with unorthodox methods, suspected that the elixir it refined was not good and they almost lost the confidence to continue their research.
When Fang Xiaoxie thought of this, he laughed for no reason, but after laughing, he became a little depressed again.
He sat beside the Guihe Well and looked at his reflections rippling in the water.
The giant sword of Yashan on the top of the peak was just crushed by the waves created by the big white goose's webbed feet, but when it calmed down, it pieced together the figure of a tall female cultivator.
Fang Xiaoxie was stunned and quickly got up from the ground. His movements were so fast and without any warning that he almost caused the little mink that was sitting beside his legs to fall into the water!
"See Uncle Chou!"
"What are you thinking about? You look worried."
Jianchou had just returned and saw Fang Xiaoxie sitting in a daze on the mountain path halfway up the mountain. He did not hide his presence at all. Who would have thought that he had walked behind him without him noticing. So he looked at him and asked a question.
The lifespan of monks is very long. After practicing to a certain level, most of them can maintain their youth, so their appearance will not change much.
Logically speaking, Fang Xiaoxie wouldn't feel strange when he saw Jianchou again.
After all, they had only not seen each other for a few years, which was nothing for a cultivator, but Fang Xiaoxie felt inexplicably nervous.
Under her gaze, his calmness and dignity as the head of the Yashan Sect seemed to disappear in an instant, and he became uneasy.
It was as if I was back to the time when I was a young boy who was ignorant of the immensity of the world and still wanted to defeat her.
Fang Xiaoxie stood straight, already a little taller than her, but his body was tense. He stared at Jianchou and said, "I was wondering when my uncle would come back. This year's small meeting has ended, and those people from Kunwu have also left. But Master Xie left a message before he left, asking me to pass it on to my uncle, saying that the 'private matter' that my uncle asked him to investigate a few years ago has been resolved."
Personal matter
Jianchou's thin eyebrows slightly raised, and she felt a little strange. The matter she asked Xie Buchen to investigate was not a private matter anyway, right
His thoughtful gaze fell on Fang Xiaoxie.
Fang Xiaoxie immediately felt as if his whole body had grown hair and he felt very uncomfortable. Even his facial features, which revealed a bit of evil, seemed unusually docile in front of her.
How could Jianchou not know him
This guy is similar to Zuo Liu. Although they don't have the same style, he was a troublemaker in his early years. Now that he is the leader, he is also the most unruly leader in Yashan.
She asked, "What's going on?"
There was no need for interrogation or torture. As soon as she asked, Fang Xiaoxie confessed honestly: "Master, you know that Mr. Xie is hypocritical. I really don't want to talk to him. When he asked about you, Master, I told him to tell me if he had any official business. But Mr. Xie said it was a private matter and asked me to tell him."
Having said that, he became somewhat dissatisfied.
"What is this matter? We in Yashan can't investigate it. We must ask them in Kunwu, the one with the surname Xie, to investigate it?"
"Only Kunwu can investigate this matter."
When Fu Chaosheng left this world, he returned the Universe that could check everything from ancient times to the present to her. However, in the past four hundred years, no matter how she checked, there were always some details that were shrouded in clouds and mist, very blurry, as if they were deliberately blocked by someone.
So, I have no choice but to thank you.
Jianchou did not answer Fang Xiaoxie's question, nor did he explain to him what exactly happened. He only said, "Although you have been practicing for a long time, you are impulsive, irritable and warlike. Although you have a pure heart, you should still be more cautious against people like Xie Buchen. He is now in charge of Kunwu, and he is a man with deep scheming and unpredictable plans. Even from what I know about him, he is not as scary as his master, but he is more terrifying than his master."
She had said similar things more than once, and Fang Xiaoxie had already remembered them. In the past, he had always felt that it was the uncle who cared about him, but today, for some reason, it just didn't make sense.
He is actually of an unruly and overbearing temperament.
At this moment, he showed a bit of dissatisfaction on his face, and frowned: "The world can't see how terrible he is, but Master can see it. Why should we in Yashan be afraid of him? But he can only rely on writing books and gaining fame to compete with Master."
This refers to the many classics written by Xie Buchen in recent years.
Jianchou did not do the same things as Xie Buchen. It could even be said that in the past four hundred years, Xie Buchen did a lot, while she, at least from the outside world's perspective, did nothing.
But sometimes, not doing anything is worse than doing it.
Who makes her the strongest in the 19th continent
Whether it is the rise of "Wodao" or the flourishing reputation of Yashan in recent years, they are all natural things that happened naturally, and everything is just because of her.
Like any other elder in the past, she protects Yashan.
The cultivators in the world always praise Xie Buchen's wisdom and Master Jianchou's cultivation, but in Fang Xiaoxie's opinion, compared with Xie Buchen's well-known wisdom, Master Jianchou's wisdom is the "great wisdom".
He doesn't like Xie Buchen.
He also didn't like to hear Uncle Jianchou praising Xie Buchen in any form in front of him.
Jianchou didn't think he was exaggerating, but he didn't refute Fang Xiaoxie. The higher the state of mind, the more perfect the cultivation, the more peaceful and pure the heart, the more tolerant and tolerant one is.
She looked at this outstanding junior and just touched his head.
Fang Xiaoxie was about to explode.
Jianchou smiled and said, "I have passed on the Three Seals of Heaven, Earth and Man to you. How are you practicing them?"
"That's easy, isn't it? I've already practiced 70% to 80% of it." When talking about cultivation, Fang Xiaoxie's expression became better. "It's been a long time since I drew the sword with Master. Master, do you want to test how I've practiced?"
"I'm still relieved when you practice."
After all, he was the boy who was indomitable and never gave up and fought again despite repeated failures. At this point, Jianchou was not worried at all that he would be lazy.
"Do you still remember what I told you to do?"
"I remember." Fang Xiaoxie nodded solemnly, then hesitated a little, and then asked her, "Is Master Uncle leaving soon?"
"Just go to Kunwu and leave."
She had not concealed her plan from her close fellow disciples in Yashan. As early as when Zheng Yao ascended to heaven, she had already made preparations for today, including passing on the Three Seals of Heaven, Earth and Man to Fang Xiaoxie. In the meantime, she had also gathered with her fellow disciples to discuss the Dao and duel swords.
Monks do not mind separation, we will meet again if we are destined to.
And her leaving this world is different from others leaving this world.
Seeing some reluctance in Fang Xiaoxie's eyes, she just smiled and said, "My master gave Yashan to me back then, and now I'm handing it over to you. Don't make any mistakes, or you won't be able to see me when you ascend to Shangxu."
Fang Xiaoxie curled his lips and thought, how could he do that
But I couldn't even utter the word "poor" at this moment.
Seeing that Jianchou was about to leave, he suddenly spoke, unable to hide his deep concern: "Uncle Master, wait a minute, last time, why did you say 'the devil sword must also have a devil heart'? Others say that you have a devil in your heart, is that true?"
Inner demon
Jianchou paused and couldn't help laughing.
The whole mountain and plain are filled with the evening glow.
She stood on top of Lingzhao Peak, looking up at the giant sword of Yashan inserted high in its scabbard. Almost subconsciously, she touched the hidden red mark between her eyebrows with her fingers, and then slowly said, "Demon heart, it's not the inner demon..."
The devil's heart is not the devil in the heart
Fang Xiaoxie was still confused after listening to this. He felt that he didn't understand what was said that day, and he didn't understand this sentence now either.
Jianchou didn't explain, just waved his hand at him and disappeared.
At this time, the sun was setting over the Nineteen Continents. The vast mountains in the Central Region were covered with a layer of golden-red afterglow. The rushing water of the Jiutou River seemed to be soaked in a piece of broken gold. Occasionally, an angler would sit by the calm river bay, and every now and then, one or two small boats would float down the river.
All the memories related to the Nineteen Continents passed by my feet.
Mountains, rivers and lakes, come and go.
Nearly four hundred years have passed, and the eleven peaks of Kunwu still stand majestically in the Jiangwan. The tragic scene of the massacre by Qu Zhengfeng on that day has disappeared without a trace, and the mountains and rivers have returned to their beautiful appearance. However, the mountains and rivers remain the same, but they have a new owner.
Above the vast sea of clouds, the Palace of the Heavens stands tall and majestic.
At the just concluded Zuo Sanqian meeting, Kunwu's disciples achieved very good results. Now that they have returned to the sect, they stood at the bottom of the main hall and listened to the elders pointing out the various shortcomings of their meeting.
Zhao Zhuo, Wu Duan, Wang Que and others have now become elders.
Xie Buchen sat high up, listening to everyone talking, but unusually absent-minded, until a breath that had not been seen for a long time fell on the sea of clouds outside.
So at this moment, he raised his hand, signaling everyone to stop for a while, and he stood up from his seat, without saying a word, went down the stairs and walked outside.
Everyone was stunned and didn't understand what was happening.
But after Xie Buchen walked out of the hall, he turned around and looked in the direction he was going, and his heart was shocked!
The figure standing above the rolling sea of clouds was strange yet familiar. She had been here before, ascending the stage envied by countless cultivators. She had also stood here, facing all the cultivators of Kunwu with a sword, and even killed the chief of Kunwu in public!
Yashan sees sorrow...
After nearly four hundred years, I set foot on Kunwu again.
But why did you come this time
All the elders remained silent.
The young disciples in the hall were very curious. Although they had heard of the catastrophe in Kunwu, they had never seen Jianchou before, so they naturally didn't know that the one who came today was the legendary one. At this time, they were all muttering in their hearts: Who is this female cultivator, and how could she make the Saint Lord put down his work? You know, even if the Grand Marshal of Tongguan Post Station, Shen Yao, or even the Saintess of the Northern Territory Yin Sect came, he would not even look at her.
A group of people looked out of the temple more or less quietly.
Seems like he wants to find out something fishy.
Xie Buchen still likes to wear green, like the leaves in the forest, the bamboo in the mountains, and the ink on the pen. But now that he is the head of Kunwu, the edges of his sleeves are pressed with fine silver lines. Although there is no extra pretense on his body, he is indifferent and elegant, which highlights his cold and noble appearance.
Mountains and rivers are hidden in the eyes and eyebrows, and pearls can be spoken between the lips and teeth.
He walked to the edge of the sea of clouds and stopped only three steps in front of Jianchou. He said, "I haven't seen you for a hundred years. Daoist Jianchou's cultivation is even more unmatched. I visited Kunwu today. I think Sect Leader Fang brought you a message."