Wei Tianli waved his palm, ignoring the sect's ban on flying away, rolled up Jingyue and headed towards Baiwu Peak.
There, it is the place where the ancestors of Cold Cloud Sect Yiye Ye cultivated.
Jing Yue felt the gust of wind whistling in his ears, and Lan Feng kept screaming in his consciousness.
"Ah ah ah, it's so exciting, the wind blows my butt out!"
Jingyue: "..."
I really want to keep its mouth closed forever!
When everything subsided, he actually saw his little apprentice again after 10,000 years.
In his memory, he watched his little apprentice grow from a curvy boy to a handsome young man, but in a blink of an eye, the other party was already white with white hair and beard, and his face was covered in dust.
Jing Yue's emotions were surging, and he blurted out: "Little crying bag, are you okay?"
Old Ancestor Yi Ye, who was sitting at the top, originally acted as an expert with immortal style, but after hearing the word "little crying bag", he suddenly stared and opened his mouth wide, like a mental retardation.
"You you, who are you?!"
"I am your master."
"Master—" Yi Ye was so excited that his buttocks left his seat, but he sat down quickly and said in a calm tone, "How do you prove it?"
"You really want me to prove it?"
Jingyue swept Yi Ye's side with a deep meaning. There was a man and a woman standing in the hall. Seeing that they were all in the recovery stage, they should be the other two ancestors of the Cold Cloud Sect.
He had already learned from the bookstore that, apart from Yi Ye of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, the Frost Cloud Sect now has two ancestors of the Void Return Stage. Below them are the four Supreme Elders of the Dongtian period, and more than ten elders of the Zifu period, including Wei Tianli.
Yi Ye didn't reply, just raised his chin slightly.
Jing Yue couldn't help laughing. His disciple was still the same as when he was a child. When he was guilty, he always liked to slightly raise his chin and look down with his eyes looking down, with a look of "I don't care", very cute.
"Okay." Jing Yue coughed and spoke very fast: "You were three-year-old wetting the bed, six-year-old peeking at Fairy Wuchen taking a bath, and eight-year-old being chased by nine dogs and beasts half a mountain—"
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Seeing Liu Yun, Liu Feng, and Sect Master Wei all with expressions like "What did I hear? Did I have a hallucination?" Yi Ye twitched the corners of his mouth. But he couldn't sit still any longer. He stepped in front of Jingyue, but remained silent for a long time before asking, "...Are you really my master?"
Jing Yue raised a hand, held a leaf, and said with a smile, "It's a fake."
The familiar consciousness wrapped around a leaf, as warm as the rising sun, and as majestic as the undulating tides.
Tears gradually flashed in Yi Ye's eyes, and the next moment, he knelt down on the ground, hugged Jing Yue's leg, and cried bitterly: "Master! Master! My disciple thinks so hard of you!"
Everyone: "..."
Yiye cried for a long time, until Jingyue went from distressed to calm to irritable, and even Lan Feng was so angry that he jumped on Yiye's head and stomped on it.
At this time, Old Ancestor Yi Ye, who would cause an earthquake in Xiujie with every stomping of his feet, was reduced to no dignity.
Finally, when Yi Ye calmed down, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The other party perfectly explained the origin of "Little Crying Bag", and his catastrophic performance slightly diluted the shock of Jingyuan Daozu's resurrection.
The hall was silent.
Yi Ye wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, glanced at Lan Feng and said, "Master, that chicken is really annoying, can you let me bake it?"
Lan Feng felt Yi Ye's sincerity, and was so frightened that she immediately fell on Jing Yue's head, her whole body fluffed up.
Jing Yue: "I can't."
Although he often wanted to do it.
Ichiba: "Oh." I'm so disappointed...
Lan Feng: I scared the phoenix to death...
Afterwards, Jing Yue was introduced to the seat.
Except for him, everyone in the hall is the existence of calling for wind and rain in the outside world, but at this moment, they all stand respectfully at the bottom.
Jing Yue roughly explained his rebirth process, and then said: "The day I woke up, Biyunzhong probably felt my breath. But what happened to this big move by Han Yunzong? Biyunzhong gave it to me. What are your tips?"
A few people looked at each other, and Yi Ye replied, "Master, after you fell, Biyun Bell has been silent for ten thousand years. A vision suddenly appeared that day. I will use Biyun Bell to set up a great formation to see the sky and calculate the number of Qi of Heaven. There will be chaos, but there is still a ray of life in the chaos, this person has great merit, and has a deep opportunity with the Cold Cloud Sect."
"But I can only see the phantom of a young man in the great formation. I don't know if that is what he looks like now or in the future. Worrying about mistakes, I expanded the scope of my search to those under the age of eighteen. Unexpectedly, the master came back to life. Now that I think about it, Master is that ray of life."
Jing Yue: "So it is."
Yiye: "The chaotic world of demon robbery has just ended for 8,000 years, and we dare not leak the current news, so we said to the outside world that we were looking for someone from the Dali sect."
Jing Yue: "Today, the Biyun Bell rang again, which will inevitably attract many inquiries, but the rebirth is too unbelievable, and I don't want to have any troubles. In the future, I can be called the person from the Dali sect that you found, so Biyun Bell has What I sensed, um, said that I had bowed to the seat of Ichiba."
Yi Ye "putong" knelt on the ground: "The disciple dare not deceive the master and destroy the ancestor."
The rest of the people could only kneel down.
When Jingyue saw a few people say kneeling, he knelt down, his face turned cold, and he scolded: "Stand up for me! Yiye, I haven't seen you for ten thousand years, are your bones soft?!"
Yi Ye Yi was startled, remembering that Shizun didn't like that others would kneel when they were okay, and he felt nostalgic and warm, and said with tears: "Master, it's your disciple's mistake."
After all, he took out a ring ruler from nowhere and offered it respectfully with both hands. That pitiful appearance made the expressions of the younger generation in the hall complicated, and they wished they could not look at themselves.
Jingyue: "..."
Very familiar.
Wasn't Yi Ye being naughty when he was a child, he deliberately cut off the spirit wood branch to teach the bad guys a ruler
Jing Yue softened his tone, "Do you still keep it?"
Yiye: "Master's teachings, disciples dare not forget one day."
Jing Yue: "..." It always feels weird.
Several people stood up one after another, Yi Ye glanced at the disciple Liuyun, and the other party persuaded: "Patriarch, if you worship under the name of the master, you must also pay the respect of the disciple to the master, so, for the master It's really outrageous."
Jing Yue also knew that Yi Ye was difficult to do, but besides that, his identity was not easy to place.
At this time, Liu Feng, the only female in the hall, said, "If you don't have the patriarch, you will worship the patriarch as your teacher, and only say that you have the inheritance of Jingyuan Daozu, so that you can hide your true identity and don't have to embarrass your teacher."
Jing Yue thought about it and then agreed, and he didn't bother to dwell on this matter.
Yi Ye was a little dissatisfied: "But so... wouldn't Shizun become my junior brother?"
Jing Yue smiled: "Do you have any other way?"
Ichiba: "...No."
Jing Yue: "Then shut up."
Ichiba: "...Yes."
When you say apprenticeship, you must make a gesture.
Jingyue entered the pavilion with everyone and saw that the empty hall was cleaned very cleanly. There is an offering platform in the center, on which are the tablets and offerings of Jingyuan Daozu, and his portrait is hung on the wall.
Speaking of which, Lan Yuhua's face was only three-pointed from his previous life. When he suddenly saw his past self, Jing Yue almost didn't recognize him.
In the painting, he only has his back, but he tilts his head slightly to reveal his profile. He had long eyebrows on his temples, sharp eyes, and blood stains on his face as white as jade. His blue shirt was oozing blood, and his long sword was lifted upside down, and the tip of the sword was already crimson. In front of him, there are mountains of monster corpses, and the cracked earth has long been stained with blood.
In the blank part of the picture scroll, a line of words is elegant and dusty, and the inscription "Jing Yuan Dao Renjie Mountain Kills 100,000 Demons Picture Scroll".
Jing Yue held his breath subconsciously, and the strong killing spirit in the painting rushed to his face. I still remember that at that time he was already at the transcending tribulation cultivation base, and he brought only a dozen or so disciples to slaughter the monsters on the mountain. On that day, there was no light on the mountain, and the blood flowed into rivers. All the same door revenge.
Unexpectedly, someone recorded it.
There was no name on the painting, and Jing Yue asked, "Who made this painting?"
Yiye: "It's the second senior brother."
Jing Yue was stunned for a moment, still feeling uncomfortable in his heart. He looked to both sides, and there was a slightly shorter offering table on the left and right of the hall. Jing Yue knew that it was the spiritual seat of his eldest disciple and his second disciple.
There are also portraits of the two of them hanging on the wall, all of which are normal frontal portraits. One person is honest, and most of the other person's face is covered with staggered scars.
He lit a stick of incense for each of them, and in the smoke, he silently prayed, hoping for a lifetime and a day of goodbye.
After that, Jingyue knelt down facing his altar, and bowed three times. He thought to himself, "I'm afraid this is the first time in heaven and earth to worship myself as a teacher."
When he inserted the three sticks of incense into the incense burner, the blue smoke went straight up...
Inside the sect.
Qianyue and a few acquaintances stood under Bilu Peak, discussing the vision just now with uncertainty.
"The last time the blue cloud bell rang, I saw that the peak masters of the big and small peaks went to Qingyun Peak. At that time, there was a sword light in the sky. I thought that the cold cloud sect was going to change."
"Yeah, I've never seen so many elders dare to ignore the sect's ban and use their swords in the door, but it scared me to death."
"It was the same just now, this time it's even more exaggerated, those spirit beasts are—"
The female cultivator who spoke suddenly stopped.
Invisible pressure poured down, but they didn't feel uncomfortable. Instead, the meridians were baptized and tempered, and the spiritual power in their bodies was about to come out.
A spirit bird flew down from the sky and landed on the ground, followed by thousands.
The cranes lead their necks and chirping, and the sparrows spread their wings.
Colorful butterflies fluttered, silver fish danced, white apes roared, and horned beasts screeched.
Shoulu's head is lowered, and the golden lion's forelimbs are on the ground, all bowing to the east.
"Om-"
Another bell rang, and the voice carried the power of Kuafu and the power of Pangu, as if crossing time, traveling through reincarnation, and resounding from the nine heavens to the world.
"Om, hum, hum..."
The bells kept ringing, one after another, as if a heavy hammer was hitting his heart, stirring the blood in his body to boil.
Qianyue counted silently, until after nine beeps, Biyun Bell finally became quiet.
Nine tones!
Everyone's faces were solemn, and only if it was about the life and death of the Cold Cloud Sect, the Biyun Bell would ring nine times in a row!
And in one day, the Biyun Bell rang ten times!
All this, what is going on
"Ah! Look!"
A disciple pointed to the east, where is the highest peak of the sect - Baiwu Peak.
Suddenly the sky darkened, and the blue sky was blue, as if the sea and the sky were reversed.
The sun and the moon shone brightly, and countless stars fell into the rain, drawing a silver streamer. At that moment, the sky shook, the beasts roared, and thousands of spiritual birds rushed towards Baiwu Peak.
People stared blankly at this scene, not knowing why.
But everyone realizes that the Cold Cloud Sect is really going to change...