The moonlit night was dark, and the courtyard was silent.
The old man with long eyebrows withdrew lightly and joined the crowd under an osmanthus tree.
Facing the eyes of many inquiries, the old man with long eyebrows shook his head helplessly, and the Lord of Heiyuan Valley looked uneasy: "What does Shi Feng think now? The new rumors that have appeared in Yuzhou say that the monsters that appear are to guard the secret treasures of Beixuan. That's why the Gorefiend wanted to take Yuzhou and drive away Venerable Guiming after disappearing for many years."
"Eighty percent of the time it's those unrepentant guys doing the trick!"
The monks in Heiyuan Valley were all indignant.
"No, the news was released by the people of Qiankunguan, and it has already caused an uproar in the loose cultivator." Tian Yan was a little embarrassed, surrounded by the elders of the long-haired old Taoist generation, even if he was the leader of the righteous path in his previous life, there are still A little uncomfortable.
Peeking at the Heiyuan Valley Master, Tianyan Zhenren was awe-inspiring: I heard that the Heiyuan Valley Master is also a highly respected senior. Could this be the identity that the Huanjian Venerable has hidden most deeply? Huan Jian is really scary.
Suddenly, a faint fragrance floated in the wind, which gradually turned into a strong fragrance.
Everyone was startled at the same time and turned their heads cautiously.
Dressed in a light and thin black veil, a radiant woman came in every style, with luminous pearls, red gold hairpins, red coral bracelets, snow-skinned flowers, and smoky eyes. It's just that when she sees the person beside her, the woman's complexion pales by two points.
E Guanbo's belt, the appearance of the dust, but also the ice muscle and jade bones, if it is not a straight face, the coldness of the whole body is not to be approached, I am afraid that there will be a large group of confused mortals kneeling at his feet.
"This is Shen Yubo." Heiyuan Valley Master reminded everyone.
"Ah! It turned out to be the owner of Feiqiong Island in the East China Sea!"
The people in Heiyuan Valley are so polite, but their eyes are full of words - it turns out that this is the root of ginseng!
Pavilion Master Liang Yan was very dissatisfied, he stepped forward and stood in front of Shen Yubai to block everyone's sight.
"… "
Everyone in Heiyuan Valley immediately retracted their gazes.
There is no shortage of beautiful female cultivators in the world of comprehension. People who look at ginseng look for something strange, not for looks.
"Where is Venerable Huanjian?" Pavilion Master Liang Yan looked at everyone with affection, and exhaled Ruolan, she fiddled with the golden coral earrings on her lower ear and asked lazily.
Tian Yan couldn't help but glance at Heiyuan Valley Master.
"Huh?" Liang Yan glanced at him puzzled.
"Mrs. Liang, please wait a moment, Huanjian... In other words, in the minds of the people in the realm of self-cultivation, the Demon Dao Venerable Huanjian has already died, and now it is Xiang Wanchun who masters Jizhou's magic Dao."
"Hey, deceive yourself."
Pavilion Master Liang Yan curled his lips in disdain. No matter who he was, Huanjian's venerable one, she was only interested in Huanjian's treasure.
- There are many private collections of the South Sea Mirage, and even she can't buy them.
"Yuzhou has residual resentment, it seems that this monster is very troublesome!" Liang Yan yawned.
This kind of feeling of coming all the way, but not finding anything, is really lethargic.
The Lord of Heiyuan Valley has a positive expression: "The existence of the Yinchen python is no small matter. If it weren't for a coincidence, at this moment, the radius of 100 miles is already a ruin, with eyes full of corpses. Madam Liang doesn't need to say nasty words!"
"Dust Python..."
Liang Yan said in a bad tone: "The venerable Huanjian repaired a book, only said that it was a monster and entrusted it to me, but I didn't expect him to deceive him intentionally, calling the Yinchen python a mere monster, if it weren't for Donghai Luyao, I and I Isn't Shen Lang still facing such dangers?"
No one in Heiyuan Valley is willing to help Venerable Huanjian carry the blame, and the owner of the valley is more than happy to hear that someone is unlucky, so he does not explain, only vaguely said: "The injustice has the first debt and the owner, please ask the madam to find him about this matter. stop."
Liang Yan looked at him suspiciously, and for a long while asked Shen Yubai, "Who is this person, why have I never heard of another Mahayana monk with a high level of cultivation in the Central Plains?"
Everyone was silent.
- Dare to talk for a long time, but can't tell who is against whom.
"Cough, old man..." Heiyuan Valley Master touched his face, feeling uncomfortable, and quickly changed his words, "Being secluded in Heiyuan Valley, Mrs. Liang certainly doesn't know."
They exchanged greetings, but the old man with long eyebrows was so anxious that he stomped his feet and went straight to the master.
"I heard that Island Lord Shen and my friend Shi Feng's junior brother Chen He had a one-sided relationship. Now that Chen He Yuanying has collapsed, the situation is in critical condition. Can Island Lord Shen take a look?"
Shen Yubai frowned upon hearing this.
Liang Yan stared at the old man with long eyebrows vigilantly, the shadow on the ground gradually twisted, turning into a ferocious spider.
"It doesn't matter." Shen Yubai stopped his Taoist companion, "I have to wait for Chen He to solve the deep confusion in my heart."
The old man with long eyebrows was overjoyed and hurriedly led the people into the room.
Everyone under the osmanthus tree looked at each other in dismay, and perked up their ears to eavesdrop.
"...This pulse is abnormal, the Yuan Ying has collapsed, but the true essence has not dissipated. In my opinion, you don't need to worry. Although Chen He is not right, he has no worries about his life."
Heiyuan Valley Master heard Shen Yubai's voice, squinted his eyes and muttered: "Hey, this ginseng really understands the art of Qihuang! What kind of world is this? Spirit medicine can be a doctor, so is it necessary to change an alchemy furnace? Become an elixir, and refine the elixir to ascend?"
"Gu master!" This time everyone glared in disapproval.
The Lord of Heiyuan Valley angrily put his hand behind him and walked to the side.
The old man with long eyebrows in the room was still asking anxiously: "Chen He grabbed his senior brother like this and didn't let go. He was shaking without consciousness, as if he was trapped in a nightmare. What is the reason?"
"He ate the dzi beads of the Yindust Python?"
"Not bad..." Shi Feng asked in a hoarse voice, "It's just that this thing is a rare spiritual thing, how can it have such an effect."
After being silent for a while, Shen Yubai spoke slowly: "I'm going to ask you what you did, and how did Chen He swallow the dzi beads. It stands to reason that the dzi beads of the Yinchen python are the bright light that comes from the depths of grievances. As the cultivation level progresses thousands of miles, the only trouble is to obtain the memory of the Yinchen Python for the third time. Ordinary people are old, sick, and resentful, which will affect the mood of a monk. However, just like elixir, you don’t know anything and swallow it directly. Taking full advantage of the effectiveness of the dzi beads is not the same."
"Is that so?"
Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and when they turned around, they found that the Gu King was here.
Tempo felt a chill as he recalled the figure that suddenly appeared, and the appearance of understating the killing of the Yinchen Python.
Chen He is trapped in the endless white mist of mirage.
Most of them are scattered and unformed memories, and Li Yan can only see that Li Yan is constantly inquiring about the past of the Northern Profound Sect, quietly collecting the last traces of this once prominent but vanished sect.
The mirage beads that Li Yan got at first were obviously not very good. After a few times, the scene became blurred. He still insisted on using them to remember things, the most precious and unforgettable things.
When using Mirage Beads, Li Yan was always awake, but the people around him always tremblingly saw Li Yan's appearance before they dared to speak with confidence.
- Brother is not here.
- My brother died a long time ago.
Chen He didn't want to believe it at all, he felt that Shi Feng had never picked him up under the Motian Cliff, so his senior brother and his previous self were just strangers.
The monks who will enter the Heiyuan Valley do not want to ascend, but are just waiting to die.
Saying that Shi Feng is dead is not a bad idea.
Chen He tried his best to calm down and wanted to convince himself that although the temporary inheritance of the sect would end with the death of his ancestors, if he chose to be empowered, Shi Feng would not die.
"What about the exercises?" "How can a person who can't remember things without a mirage bead practice?" "Why is Li Yan so calm and familiar, more outstanding than the one who has been taught by Shi Feng?"
"Where did the white fire in the wood come from during the calamity?" "Where is the Nirvana Destruction True Essence?"
These questions buzzed in Chen He's mind, and finally constituted a truth that he was unwilling to face.
Cold sweat broke out, and the unconscious Chen He struggled to hold onto Shi Feng, but he refused to let go.
Chen He saw a familiar face in the mist again.
—Gold armor and silver bow, standing on the mountain wall, an arrow shot through the throat of the wild beast, and the huge corpse flew out and planted heavily in the dust.
Ji Changge.
Li Yan slowly held the Mirage Bead, half of his destroyed face was intact, Chen He immediately understood that Li Yan had reached the Nascent Soul stage.
Next to him lay the eight-tailed fox that was smashed by the corpse of the wild beast and vomited blood one after another, its eight tails drooping weakly.
"This feels like... a monk of the North Profound Sect!" Ji Changge was a little dazed, and suddenly pushed away his helmet, looking at the ruins of Shuihuangu under the mountain wall, and the two sides who were still fighting on the mountain wall.
After 8,000 years, the long-dead monk stared deeply at Li Yan: "Who are you a disciple, Futian Mountain and your Beixuan Sect's old feud will not be over, I killed this demon fox for you, as a reward for you to kill me. The grace awakened from the confusion of the infinite loop includes the cultivation of the late Nascent Soul, and your life and death have nothing to do with me."
Chen He was startled and was about to speak when the misty scene in front of him changed again.
The intermittent broken memories, he saw that Li Yan did not think that he intended to fight among the wild beasts, unlike Ji Changge, he did not have the obsession to defend the Shuihuagu Valley for the dead monks, nor did he think that the wild beasts would eventually be defeated. , his every move, even if he was severely injured, it seemed that this was an extremely ordinary fight.
He was sharp-edged and reckless.
Every time I use Mirage Beads, it is like remembering a thorny ancient wild beast, and remembering it is to defeat it.
When Chen He and the monks of the Heluo School were trapped in the fragment of the small world, they were shocked, desperate, happy, angry and sad.
In comparison, Li Yan was very unusual.
He didn't have the slightest fear of being in a predicament. The only change was that he looked more embarrassed. He threw away pieces of torn clothes. When he tore the clothes to wrap his wounds, Li Yan's eyes were calm and indifferent. Bo, leaning on the mountain wall to rest, even while cultivating, he didn't seem to be disturbed or worried at all.
Finally one day, Ji Changge watched the wild beasts and monks turn into dust again, and asked coldly: "This is a small world fragment, you are trapped in this place, why are you not in a hurry?"
Li Yan ignored him and let the spiritual energy come out from the acupuncture point. After a week of celestial exercises, he slowly opened his eyes: "Anywhere in the world is no different to me. This place is very good, no one bothers me, I don't want to leave."
"You?" Ji Changge frowned, a little surprised.
"In the fragments of the small world, the time is different from the outside world. I have stayed here for hundreds of years, and the outside world may only have one day. If so, why should I worry?" Li Yan said with a vague irony on his face, "I would also like to thank that The eight-tailed fox actually chose me as its prey, and after discovering that I possessed the true fire of Samadhi, it was so frightened that it didn't have time to run away, and threw this small world fragment."
"You suddenly disappeared, don't the elders of the division know?" Ji Changge looked at Li Yan coldly, as if she didn't like his indifferent demeanor.
"Master? Beixuan was destroyed, and the person who shared the virtue and life-saving grace with me is no longer in this world. Although the world is big, I don't need to worry about anyone remembering me."
Chen He's eyes were open and motionless.
He didn't know why he was not defeated by this bad news, but he was still able to endure the pain and continued to listen. He could even hear every word clearly and clearly without being in a trance.
"What, the Beixuan faction has already—"
"Eight thousand years have passed since the battle of catastrophe." Li Yan said indifferently.
Ji Changge shuddered suddenly, raised her head abruptly, her voice hoarse, "The fragments of the small world are different from the outside world, but your lifespan is still limited, why? Are you planning to die here?"
"It's just this little piece of the sky."
The three red moles at the corners of Liyan's eyes became clear, and he seemed to smile: "The path I've traveled, what I want in my heart, is more than a hundred times more difficult than this? I can't even get out of here, what face do I have? Soaring through the sky, transforming demons and slaughtering immortals, intervening in the Six Paths of Samsara?"
Ji Changge was stunned for a while, then suddenly laughed: "Okay! That's right. Why is the ancient wasteland, the gods are angry, and all beings are ants! If there is a chance, how about killing the immortal who tore the Shuihuan Valley for me?"
Li Yan did not answer.
Ji Changge took the silver bow and said word by word, "Over the years, I have seen that you have mastered the Beixuan Sect Wanjie Wuxiang Ming Yuan Gong, but you don't seem to know how to use it. This method is lost, and even the person who taught you can't?"
Chen He was much more shocked than Li Yan in his memory, staring at Ji Changge for fear of missing out.
"I'll tell you the old story of Beixuan, pass on your archery skills, just avenge my Shuihuangu!"
Li Yan stood up slowly, restrained his arrogant expression, and bowed his hands: "Senior please advise."