"Senior, senior, what's wrong with you? What happened..."
Lin Jingyu rushed to Wan Jianyi's side, knelt down, his hands were trembling and wanted to help him up, but the place where he touched was soft, and a chill rose from his heart, Lin Jingyu seemed to be in a bottomless ice cellar, Where his tentacles were, the old man didn't even have a single bone intact.
"Who is it, who is it?" Lin Jingyu's voice became hoarse in an instant, his teeth were biting his lips deeply, blood was bleeding in a blink of an eye, even his eyes burst open in anger and despair.
"Senior, senior..."
He yelled in a low voice, choked up, and finally cried out. He never knew that he would still cry. Right in front of this desolate and powerless old man, the despair of more than ten years ago seemed to envelope him again.
Wan Jianyi looked at this young man weakly, he was so sad and hopeless that it was impossible to pretend to be fake, maybe, after all, someone was sincere to me, Wan Jianyi thought so in his heart.
His fingers moved, and then, as if receiving the pity of the gods, he raised his palm tremblingly.
Lin Jingyu was shocked, grabbed his hand, and said anxiously: "Senior, senior, do you have something to say, who caused you to do this, I, I will definitely avenge you, who, who is it?"
Wan Jianyi's face became paler and paler, and even his breathing slowly slowed down, but for some reason, his eyes became brighter, the palm in Lin Jingyu's hand, fingers swaying lightly...
Lin Jingyu was stunned for a moment, then looked down, in the palm of his hand, that old and feeble finger, stained with blood, was gently and scribbled a stroke: "Little...heart..."
Suddenly, behind Lin Jingyu, in the mist, a black shadow flashed out, and Mr. Ghost stared at him with piercing eyes. Lin Jingyu turned his back to Mr. Ghost at this moment, and was staring at Wan Jianyi's fingers with all his attention, without feeling the slightest bit. But Wan Jianyi saw it, his gaze and Mr. Ghost's gaze silently met in mid-air, as if a hundred years had passed.
The vicissitudes of the past...
Wan Jianyi suddenly smiled, with a bloody smile, facing Mr. Ghost, then he shook his head.
Lin Jingyu waited for a long time, but he didn't see Wan Jianyi continue to write, looked up in astonishment, but saw Wan Jian bent to one side, he had died. Lin Jingyu's body trembled, his hands trembled, and he looked at the lifeless face in disbelief. After a while, he yelled: "Senior..."
Painful cries came from him throwing himself on the old man's body.
Mr. Ghost stood silently behind him, staring at Wan Jianyi's old face, after a long time, quietly backed away, disappeared into the mist, and a faint sigh came from the distant wind .
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From the foot of the Wolf Howling Mountain, the sharp and ferocious howling sounded continuously from afar.
On the top of Qingyun Mountain, people's heads are shaking, people of the righteous way gathered on Tongtian Peak, Reverend Daoxuan, Master Puhong, Yun Yilan and others standing at the front all had serious faces, frowning, and turned towards the direction down Qingyun Mountain looking out.
It has a faint fishy smell, which can be faintly smelled in the wind, making people think of the countless cruel and vicious monsters at the foot of the mountain. No one knows what will happen after this catastrophe.
On the square outside the Yuqing Palace, people's heads were shaking, but it was completely silent, and everyone's expressions were dignified.
It was at this moment of silence that suddenly, a long howl soared into the sky from a distance, like howling a wolf or crying like a ghost, piercing through the sky sharply and coming from afar.
Listening to the place where the sound sounded, it seemed that it was still at the foot of the mountain, but the screeching sound came into the clouds, and everyone changed color for a while. The screeching sound echoed curlingly, turned a few times between the dangerous peaks of Baiyun, and then slowly lowered down again. But at the moment when it was able to stop the sound, under the fierce mountain foot, thousands of beasts roared together, and the countless roars soared into the sky, gathering together like overwhelming mountains and seas, changing the color of the sky and the earth, rumbling.
The clouds dissipated abruptly, the mountain stopped abruptly, and a cloud of black air rose from the foot of the mountain, getting bigger and denser, and condensed in the sky opposite Tongtian Peak until it blocked the sunlight. Black clouds gradually drifted over this fairyland-like place.
I don't know who was the first to call out, everyone on the top of the mountain looked over sharply, and saw in the depths of the black clouds, in the hunting wind, a young man in conspicuous silk clothes stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless, The people who stared at the mountain indifferently.
In the eyes of heaven and earth, what kind of thing is man
He waved his hand lightly, but his eyes seemed to pass through the mountain range.
At the foot of the mountain, thousands of beasts roared, the wind gusts, and the screams finally came...
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As if he sensed something, Gui Li paused for a moment, turned around with a slight frown, and looked towards the front mountain of Tongtian Peak. He saw dark clouds in the sky and howling winds. The back mountain is a completely different weather.
The warm sunlight, falling from the sky, was falling on the skirt of his clothes.
Gui Li slowly retracted his gaze, and subconsciously looked over his shoulder, but he didn't see Xiao Hui. This time he entered Huanyue Cave, he purposely did not bring Xiaohui, the danger was self-evident, and he was not sure. In the battle with that mysterious old man just now, although Mr. Ghost helped him, Gui Li had an indescribable feeling for that old man in his heart. With thousands of years of history, Qingyun Gate is indeed a place where dragons and tigers are hidden.
Once upon a time, wasn't he a part of this place
He pursed his lips indifferently, and walked forward again.
Both sides of the path are the same as before, with dense forests everywhere, evergreen pines and cypresses, and dense vegetation. Only this mountain path winds and turns forward, leading to the unknown mystery.
In the depths of the woods, there are still faint and crisp birdsong. It seems that the catastrophe in front of the mountain has not affected the place across the mountain in the slightest. There is a calm atmosphere everywhere, and even the air is full of Refreshing taste.
The nervousness in Ghost Li's heart quickly calmed down in such a quiet environment, so that when he looked up for the first time and saw the words "Huanyue Cave", facing the famous On the boundary of the world, there was no strange expression on his face, as if he saw an ordinary cave.
But in fact, what was in front of him seemed to be just an ordinary cave.
The entrance of the cave, which is half higher than ordinary people, is about seven feet wide. It appears on a gentle hillside, surrounded by green vines and thorns, and a few branches hang down from the entrance of the cave. When the mountain wind blows, the vines are also gently shaking. And just under the green vines, four characters are engraved on the stone above the cave entrance:
Magic Moon Cave Mansion.
Apart from the meaning of these four characters, everything around here, including these handwritings, seems so ordinary. Could it be that this is the root of Qingyun sect for two thousand years
Is that unnamed ancient scroll that created countless talents, including Qingyunzi and Qingye Patriarch, just lying here quietly
And that famous ancient sword!
Gui Li looked at those four words quietly, and the handwriting that had gone through years of wind and frost seemed to be staring at him silently.
He didn't speak, didn't sigh, the next moment, he stepped in, as if stepping into the past...
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It is not as deep and long as imagined, and what appears in front of you is just a simple and unpretentious stone room, and you can see all the furnishings in the cave at a glance. A few stones are piled up in the corner of the wall, and there are faint mosses in the slightly wet corner of the wall. The only difference from the outside of the cave is that it is very quiet here. When you enter the cave, everything seems to be quiet suddenly, as if you are cut off from the outside world. up.
Withdrawing his gaze from the surroundings, Gui Li's gaze finally landed on the stone wall facing the entrance of the cave. In the flat stone wall, there is a Taiji pattern inlaid on a stone slab. This is the only thing in this cave that can be related to Qingyunmen.
Gui Li took a deep breath, walked up, and stopped in front of the Taiji pattern. There are many spots on the Taiji diagram, and there are signs of damage in many places, which is obviously something that has been around for a long time. Gui Li looked at this thing silently, and the words that Mr. Gui said not long ago slowly echoed in his mind.
The next moment, he lightly placed his hand on the Tai Chi pattern, and a faint blue light radiated from between his palms. Ghost Li stared at the light in his hand expressionlessly, feeling the familiar Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao aura flowing from the meridians of his body, that was the aura he once belonged to this mountain range!
As if a person who had been sleeping for a long time finally woke up, the peace in the stone room was suddenly broken by a distant soft sound, like the whole cave sighed softly, something started to rotate, and then, the same bright light appeared on the Tai Chi diagram. There was a cyan light, and at the same time, the Tai Chi pattern began to rotate.
After turning from left to right for exactly one week, there was a sudden "click" sound in the stone wall, and everything stopped. Gui Li withdrew his arm and waited quietly.
The moment of silence disappeared in a blink of an eye, and there was a dull and rumbling sound in the cave. Just to the right of the Taiji pattern, a ring-shaped crack suddenly appeared on the originally complete stone wall, and then slowly rotated and separated to the side, revealing a secret. hole. It's just that there is a strange gray-white water mist hovering around the entrance of the cave. It looks like mist, and it looks like water waves.
Gui Li looked at the mist, Mr. Ghost still didn't lie to him after all. But within this mysterious mist, who knows what it is
He didn't hesitate, and he didn't even seem to think much about it, and walked in with great strides.
The water mist engulfed him, and the figure quickly disappeared, but this time the two stone walls turned back silently, closing gently, without showing any traces.
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In a trance, in a haze, in the depths of the deep sky, a bolt of lightning flashed, piercing through the darkness of the long night, and turning into an incomparably huge lightsaber that descended from the sky, so dazzling that people couldn't look straight at it, piercing straight into the heart among.
Then, a strange moon with a strange silver light rose from the dark sky, hanging high in the far sky.
At that moment, there was a blank in my mind, I forgot everything, only my eyes were still staring forward, behind that ray of white light.
It seemed to be a deep and resentful voice, someone was crying softly, but then a familiar voice laughed out, and a young voice said "Wow", and finally started to cry.
Somehow, he held his breath!
Inexplicably nervous, but the heartbeat is so fast, there seems to be wind in my ears, but I can't feel my own existence, as if it's just a pair of eyes exploring and looking around, and finally see...
That small village, and a dilapidated grass temple behind the village.
"Did you give birth?" a man's voice asked anxiously.
"Give birth! Mother and child are safe, it's a boy!" Wen Po said with a smile in her voice, "Congratulations!"
"Hehe, hehe..." The honest man smiled honestly, with some comfort and some happiness in his simple feelings. The next moment, he saw the crying boy, the child nestled in the arms of his parents.
"What name should I choose? His father!" The mother was a little weak, but she still had a happy smile on her face.
The father thought for a while, and said, "We all don't know any big characters. If you want me to say that the most knowledgeable person in the village is Mr. Lin who teaches at the east end of the village. There are children in the village, and they are all named after him. Why don't we ask him to get one?"
The mother nodded and the father went out. Not long after, he came in from outside the house, with a smile on his face, holding a note, and said: "Mr. Lin said, the most important thing for people like us is to keep our duty safely and live a good life." That’s it, so he took three characters and wrote them on it.”
The mother happily said: "Oh, learned people are different. What name did he name our son?"
The father took the note to the mother with his rough hands, hugged the mother and the peacefully sleeping child with his arms, lowered his voice, as if he had great respect and love for these three words, and said quietly:
"Zhang, Xiao, Fan..."
"Boom!"
There was a thunder in the sky, and it rained in the sky, his whole body trembled suddenly, and he was gasping for breath!
There was rain outside the house, the sky was like black ink, and the Qingyun Mountain in the distance was hideous. In the bleak wind and rain that filled the sky and the ground, the father and mother hugged each other, with smiles on their peaceful faces, looking at the child in their arms...
He wanted to shout loudly but couldn't make a sound. Thousands of words echoed and whirled in his mind, but in the end they only turned into two words:
"Father, mother!"
The rain all over the sky seemed to fall on his face, which was icy cold.
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The phantom moon in the sky shone faintly.
"boom!"
A stone flew from the sky, as if passing through the body, and fell behind. The sky became clear at some point, and a group of children were running in the village, laughing and playing loudly.
The ordinary-looking boy was running desperately ahead, and a boy who was older than him was chasing after him with a group of children, shouting loudly: "Zhang Xiaofan, stop if you have the guts!"
The child in front gave a "bah" and said while running, "You think I'm an idiot!" Instead, he ran even faster.
Chasing all the way, these children gradually approached the dilapidated grass temple at the east end of the village. From the outside, this small grass temple is dilapidated, and I don't know how many times it has experienced the wind and rain of the world.
Zhang Xiaofan was the first to rush in, and the group of children behind him also ran in, in that dilapidated little grass temple, there seemed to be the voices of children coming out.
He stared blankly, and suddenly his mind was blank again, as if a trace of inexplicable fear emanated from a place in his heart that had long been buried, filling his whole heart.
One step after another, he quietly approached the grass temple, approaching the nightmare that seemed to have disappeared a long time ago.
The older and handsome boy was riding on Zhang Xiaofan's body, with a smug expression on his face, he said with a smile: "I caught you, now you have nothing to say, right?"
Zhang Xiaofan rolled his eyes strangely, and said: "It doesn't count, you plot against me, how can you count?"
The boy was taken aback, and wondered: "When did I plot against you?"
Zhang Xiaofan said: "Alright Lin Jingyu, do you dare to say that you didn't put this door panel here?"
The child named Lin Jingyu said loudly: "How can this happen!"
Zhang Xiaofan pursed his lips and tilted his head, showing a resolute attitude of not surrendering or yielding.
Lin Jingyu got angry from his heart, strangled his neck with one hand, and said angrily: "If you agree to catch him, you will admit defeat, will you accept it?"
Zhang Xiaofan ignored it.
Lin Jingyu's face was flushed, he exerted force on his hand, and said loudly: "Are you convinced?"
Zhang Xiaofan's trachea was strangled by him, it was gradually difficult to breathe, and gradually his face began to flush, but he was so young, his temper was extremely strong, he insisted on not saying a word.
Lin Jingyu was getting more and more angry, his hands were getting stronger and stronger, and he said in a voice: "Are you convinced, are you convinced, are you convinced?"
Can't accept it... Can't accept it... The voice suddenly reverberated in his mind like mountains and seas. The sadness that had been for many years, just like this, flooded into his heart in a series of shouts.
Then, as if expecting it, but also as if it was unprepared—that hand that quietly protruded from the years, withered and full of wrinkles, so familiar, so kind, but once upon a time, it was so shocking , with boundless hatred!
The old monk stood in front of him with a smile, still the same kind and compassionate smile he once had. For a moment, his world was completely blank, everything else, villages, children, disputes, suddenly disappeared, only the compassionate and peaceful old monk looked at him with a smile, as if in the eerie years. A picture that never fades.
His whole body trembled, and an indescribable grief and indignation welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help shouting up to the sky.
When did the sky turn black again
There is wind and rain, quietly fall!