The process can be done by writing a novel of one million words.

As for why there are only one million words.

First, the single heroine cannot be written for a long time.

Second,... the two broke up in the end.

It's not betrayal, nor does it have any position.

Neither of them did anything wrong, but in the end...

Well, Lu Xuan doesn't really want to recall this incident.

He only had such an emotional experience in his life.

The beginning is not bad, the middle is beautiful, and the ending is unfinished.

Finally she returned to the secret realm of Dushi Jianzhai, and Lu Xuan never saw him again.

At that time, Cheng Hongtan had already entered the tribulation period.

Lu Xuan thought she should have ascended.

Coincidentally, the person he knew and the saint of Dushi Jianzhai in front of him...

All their surnames are Cheng.

It is precisely because of this that the memory that Lu Xuan had let go of for a long time gradually came to his heart.

This experience of apprenticeship allowed Lu Xuan to learn the inherited immortal scriptures of Dushi Jianzhai, and then learned more about this immortal sect.

For example, Dushi Jianzhai only has two types of practice methods—

One is the art of killing and the other is the art of killing and killing disguised as a defensive method.

Lu Xuanxin said that this is what to use to kill to prove the truth.

With the name Dushi Jianzhai, only "Sword" has something to do with the sect.

But at this moment, Lu Xuan still felt puzzled in his heart—

In his impression, the human walking in Dushi Jianzhai was only down the mountain during the Mahayana period.

Why did the saint in front of him start to experience the world with the strength of the Golden Pill?

"I thought Daoyan Sect would at least send a god-transformed person to come."

Cheng Lingzhu shook her head and interrupted Lu Xuan's thoughts.

But this is understandable.

The talent of the Daoyan Sect is now in decline. After so many years, there is not even a Mahayana cultivator.

Cheng Lingzhu sighed in his heart and felt sorry for Daoyan Sect.

The head of the Daoyan Sect, Qingyangzi, is a cultivator in the Void Refining Realm.

This realm is no longer weak, but compared to that year... it is not worth mentioning.

The Cangyuan Realm Practice System, the cultivation of emptiness and upwards is a combination, and the Mahayana is a higher level.

The perfection of Mahayana is called the Tribulation Period, which is considered a special state for Mahayana monks.

During the heyday of the Daoyan Sect, several monks in the Tribulation Period also existed in the sect, which was only one threshold away from the True Immortal.

Lu Xuan: "…"

For some reason.

The junior sister in front of her clearly looks a few years younger than her twenty-one years old.

But when he spoke, he felt that he was old-fashioned and experienced a lot.

Lu Xuan sighed in his heart.

Sure enough, it is popular in the cultivation world today that young people are old and mature.

The saint is young and gentle, just like an old mother.

There are not many young people like myself who are consistent in their appearance.

"You have a good talent, and it's a waste to stay in Daoyan Sect. Should you consider replacing it with other immortal sects? I can write you a letter of recommendation..."

Cheng Lingzhu thought for a moment.

Lu Xuanxin thought about this and persuaded the ancestor to rebel against the clan and led His Majesty to rebel.

He rejected the other party righteously on the spot.

Cheng Lingzhu did not insist anymore, threw out a flying boat and prepared to leave.

After boarding the flying boat, she turned her head and found that Lu Xuan was following him.

"The task given to me by the Daoyan Sect has not been completed yet, so I can't just go back like this."

Lu Xuan has a reasonable and well-founded manner.

Actually, I was worried that the other party would fall into the dead city.

Since he is the saint of Dushi Jianzhai, he is also considered his own... a certain disciple grandson.

The Dead City is weird. If you dare to set up a dungeon alone, you will definitely have a trump card on it.

But Lu Xuan felt that as an elder, since he met his descendants, he should have some shit.

Cheng Lingzhu agreed with his statement, so the two of them rode on the same flying magic weapon, set the direction, and flew towards the direction of the dead city.

A man and a woman, walking in a flying boat.

Lu Xuan stood at the bow of the boat, standing in the wind, his white clothes fluttering, quite free and easy.

Behind him, Cheng Lingzhu looked at Lu Xuan's background, but frowned slightly.

It was just the first time we met, why did the other party bring him the feeling... so familiar?
Chapter completed!