Kaiyangzong, at the tomb of Nirvana, under the mourning of everyone in Kaiyangzong, they joined the tomb for Tianxingzi and Nirvana. wwW. QuanBen-XiaoShuo. cOm
In front of the grave, Zhong Shan knelt down with a sad look, and all the Kaiyang Sect disciples stepped forward and bowed down, giving the child of the heavenly stars.
Tianxingzi is dead, and the Sect Master of Kaiyang is dead. The disciples in the clan can realize the solemnity of this moment.
Heaven Slaughter knelt beside Zhong Shan, looking at the grave in front of him, a trace of dazedness and sigh flashed in the eyes of Heaven Slaughter.
After the great funeral, all the Kaiyang Sect disciples left one after another, and Xuan Xinzi also took care of the important tasks.
But there were two people kneeling before Tian Xingzi's grave, Zhong Shan and Tian Sha.
On the third day of the Great Funeral, God Killer got up slightly, looked at Zhong Shan coldly, turned around and left, and served the funeral for three days, God Killer did it, but Zhong Shan still kneeled.
On the fourth day, Xuan Xinzi finished handling the important tasks of Kaiyang Sect at hand, and took the lone widow to fly to Tianxingzi’s grave. Seeing Zhong Shan still kneeling in front of the grave, the two looked at each other, and a sigh flashed in each of their eyes. .
"Zhong Shan, San Ri has passed the mourning, the deceased has gone, let's mourn!" Xuan Xinzi said softly.
"I am serving mourning on behalf of Ling'er." Zhong Shan said.
Looking at Zhong Shan, who was wearing filthy and filial piety in front of him, Xuan Xinzi sighed slightly: "Zhong Shan, brother once mentioned to me, let me accept you as a disciple, what do you think?"
He raised his head and glanced at Xuan Xinzi and said, "Thank you for the kindness of Uncle Master, but since Ri is the teacher for the rest of his life, since the disciple has already worshipped Master, naturally he will not worship Uncle Master again."
Looking at Zhong Shan, Xuan Xinzi nodded. Sighing: "It doesn't matter if you don't worship. If you don't get through in your practice, you can come to me at any time."
"Uncle Xie." Zhong Shan said blankly.
The land of Shenzhou, in the north, far away from the sky, is inside a palace with extremely luxurious decorations.
Tian Ling'er, dressed in red Se clothes, is now intact as before, and there is no trace of scars on the whole body.
On a small table in front of him, a small red sparrow was eating a bowl of flaming red rice.
"Xiaohong, why am I feeling bad these days? Why do I suddenly miss my father?" Tian Linger patted the red sparrow on the head with a blank face.
After being patted on the head, the Red Sparrow looked at Tian Ling'er, his head tilted, and then he continued to eat the fiery red Se rice grains.
"You know how to eat, you know how to eat, hum, the entire Phoenix Palace is full of phoenixes, ice phoenix, fire phoenix, and Qingluan... all of them belong to the Phoenix family. How come you have a little sparrow? Other birds are not. Are you not allowed to go? How can you run around inside? Really, you still know how to eat all the time, and you can't talk like other phoenixes." Tian Ling'er pouted.
But the Red Sparrow didn't seem to be able to appreciate Ling'er's depression, and was still eating rice grains'duh, duh, duh' there.
"Mother is dead, Dad is opening Yangzong, Xiao Nanzi doesn't know what's going on now, and, uh, also, why does it seem that there is still an important person? Why can't I remember? Really, what do I think Can't get up? It should be very important to me, uh, I can think of a back figure with a knife, very powerful, and protected me, it’s a headache, why can’t I remember it? Uh, sweet-scented osmanthus cake? Yes, sweet-scented osmanthus cake? That person is called Osmanthus Cake?" Tian Linger recalled with her hair pulled.
The red sparrow continued to eat the millet grains, as if he hadn't heard Tian Ling'er talking at all.
"It's so mad, you little guy, you know to eat without listening to me, hum, if you don't listen to me, you won't eat it." Tian Ling'er patted the red sparrow and shouted—
Sirius Island, Taidanzong.
Bao'er led the three elders standing at the entrance of a hall of Taidanzong. Outside the hall, there were fifty-three bodies lying flat. More than a dozen Taidanzong disciples stood aside, with sad faces on their faces.
"What's the matter?" Elder Yao Yu asked in a deep voice.
"Elder, it was like this when we came back. All are dead, and all the brothers and uncles in the sect are dead." A Taidanzong disciple immediately said sadly.
"No one dares to bully my Taidanzong, no one dares to kill so many people from my Taidanzong and leave, the lord..." An elder squeezed his fist and looked at Gan Baoer.
Obviously it is extremely angry. Taidanzong is not capable of fighting, but it does not mean that Taidanzong can be bullied at will. As long as you publish a gathering of immortals, you can guarantee that 80% of the sects of Sirius Island will squeeze their heads to help, or even send it to Above the land of Shenzhou, there is an endless stream of people who come here to help, even if they don't know Taidanzong at all.
Bo'er narrowed her eyes, looked at the 53 corpses in front of her, and then said very calmly, "Elder Yaoyu."
"Yes" Elder Yao Yu answered.
"The sect's great formation has not been destroyed, it is very likely that the people inside killed the Taidan sect disciples, and the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Ding was stolen, can you find a way to find it?" Bao'er said solemnly.
"The three of us have received the blessings of Heaven and Earth Xuan Huang Ding, each with a hint of breath. As long as Heaven and Earth Xuan Huang Ding is still on Sirius Island, we will definitely be able to find it." Elder Yao Yu said immediately.
"Well, you all feel the Heaven and Earth Xuan Huang Ding, and if you feel it, let me know immediately." Bao'er said.
"Yeah" the three elders responded immediately.
"People can't come back to life after death. Let's bury them first. As for their hatred, they will be reported." Bao'er said in a deep cold tone.
"Yes, Sect Master." More than a dozen Taidan Sect disciples immediately bowed and said—
It is already the seventh day since the death of Kaiyangzong Litian Xingzi.
Zhong Shan also returned to the Tingshui Pavilion. For Master’s death, Zhong Shan’s heart was always full of sadness. Although Tian Xingzi treated his enemies cruelly, he treated his own people very well, and among the disciples, he was very sad for himself. It's very caring, maybe most of this kindness comes from Ling'er, but it doesn't matter to Zhong Shan, Tian Xingzi cares about himself very much, but he is dead.
With a light sigh, Zhong Shan flipped his hand and took out the small mirror.
The small mirror is octagonal, on both sides, both sides are extremely smooth. On one side, a large number of small characters appear loomingly, with tens of thousands of characters, but they are very, very small.
Ten Thousand Shadows
At the beginning is the name of the exercise, and then the content of the exercise. Seeing this technique, Zhong Shan took a deep breath.
Twelve-fold, like Hongluan Tianjing, is also a twelve-fold exercise. The magic of this method lies in copying, copying a clone of one's own, whose strength is half of its own. Like a shadow, a clone appears. It's just that this avatar can only appear for one day at most, and after one day it turns into a cloud of smoke and disappears.
For the twelve weights, the first weight can only have two clones at most, and the second weight has four, which means that each weight will be doubled.
Zhong Shan thought about this technique, his heart was full of shock, there is such a technique in the world? Clone? There is only one disadvantage. As you practice the Ten Thousand Shadows, the body shape of the practicing person will gradually become half of the shadow, becoming thinner and thinner, just like Ying Wuxie, flattened as it goes back. Until the end, it completely turned into a shadow.
shadow? A trace of surprise flashed in Zhong Shan's eyes. He had a hidden body, and that was also a shadow. Would it be special
It is described in the Wanying Tianjing that it is very difficult to practice, but Zhong Shan always has to try it.
Being in the hidden body of the Dawei Dynasty, he quickly sat cross-legged and quickly practiced according to the internal description of the Wanying Tianjing.
Until the dawn of the next day, no matter the body or the hidden body, his eyes widened at this moment.
Because, in the Great Hall of the Dawei Dynasty, the hidden body Zhong Shan's figure flickered, and there were two more identical selves beside him. These two had no consciousness of themselves, as if the hidden body were copied, let the hidden body Zhong Shan controlled it as he wanted, like an extension of the body, and Zhong Shan could see everything that the clone saw.
Under the control of Hidden Body, one of the shadow avatars carried a writing brush and copied the Ten Thousand Shadows Book on the small mirror.
Looking at the Ten Thousand Shadows Scripture copied by the shadow clone, Zhong Shan was a little surprised. He only paid one-tenth of his true yuan to create two identical shadow puppet clones? The shadow clone can disperse on its own, but it can also sneak into its own body and return to the original essence that disappeared before.
The two shadow clones quickly rushed into the invisible body, and fell into it in an instant.
"Eh? Is this exercise difficult?" Zhong Shan muttered to himself somewhat incomprehensibly.
"Boom, dong, dong," outside the courtyard of Tingshuixie, there was a knock on the door.
Zhong Shan turned his hand and put away the small mirror, walked gently to the door, and opened the courtyard.
It is the mud bodhisattva, the mud bodhisattva wrapped in a black robe, completely enveloping himself. Even the face covered with pustules is covered. If Zhong Shan hadn't seen his figure, he would really not recognize him.
"Senior." Zhong Shan frowned and looked at the mud bodhisattva. Thinking of the master's explanation before his death.
"Zhong Shan, can you talk about it?" the mud bodhisattva said lightly.
"Senior, please, juniors pour a cup of tea." Zhong Shan pointed to the stone table next to Xiaotan and said.
"Yeah" the mud bodhisattva nodded. Slowly walked to the stone table and sat down, and Zhong Shan also came back to the house and brought a pot of tea.
The two were seated. Zhong Shan poured a cup of tea for the mud Buddha.
After taking a sip, the mud bodhisattva put down the tea cup and said: "My intention, Tian Xingzi should have told you before he died."
"Master mentioned it a little bit, but didn't elaborate. The predecessors have something, but it doesn't hurt to say it." Zhong Shan said.
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(To be continued)