The morning sun is rising and the sun shines brightly. Chang'an City is bathed in the morning sun, gradually showing the hustle and bustle that is the same as before.

Yang Tianxing stood outside the door and watched Qin Lie's tall and majestic figure disappear in the front hall. He couldn't help but sigh, his eyes were filled with deep attachment. He remembered the long talk with Qin Lie last night, and was filled with emotion. From Qin Lie's passionate words, he experienced a state of life that he had never been exposed to before. Qin Lie had an extremely tall image in his heart. He finally understood why the Nine Kings Qin Lie had a lofty prestige that no one could match among the people. With his loyalty and courage to serve the country and the people, even if he was not the prince, he could be remembered forever.

Yang Tianxing turned his head to look at Ling Yan, who looked a little tired, and smiled and said, "Girl, how does it feel to stay up late?"

Ling Yan's beautiful eyes widened, she gave him a blank look, and said angrily: "I'm still saying that it's all you, which makes me sleepless all night."

Yang Tianxing covered his forehead with his hands and said with a wry smile: "It's unfair. I reminded you eighteen times last night, but you didn't listen once, and I even whitened my eyes countless times."

Ling Yan burst out laughing, stretched her eyebrows and said in a tender voice: "I want to accompany you."

Yang Tianxing was moved, looked up at the blue sky, took a deep breath, and said lightly: "I want to go to Qinglong Gate." After that, he turned his eyes to Ling Yan, who was surprised, and said: "I will leave this morning."

Ling Yan's delicate body trembled slightly, and a pair of beautiful eyes rose as hazy as the gentle moonlight, like water and mist. She stared at him without a moment, and said softly: "I knew there would be such a day."

Yang Tianxing felt ache, his eyes burst into deep feelings, and he focused on the locust tree in the courtyard, and said casually: "You can't stay by my side all your life, and you should go out and exercise yourself. This will be of great benefit to your practice."

Although Ling Yan was reluctant to leave, she also understood that he had decided to leave. Thinking about it, he was indeed right. He could not follow him forever. Thinking of this, a few bitter smiles were squeezed out from the bleak jade face and said, "Brother is right, Yan'er has already recorded it."

Yang Tianxing smiled slightly, raised his hands, walked around, and stood at the lawn in the middle of the courtyard, looked up at the sky, and said calmly: "That's good, my trip is unpredictable, Tian Zhuang and the others will give it to you first. They are more suitable for cultivation, and you can teach it at your discretion."

Ling Yan stared at Yang Tianxing's back, which was like a pine and cypress mountain, and she felt a strange emotion. Yang Tianxing in front of her gave her a very strange feeling for the first time. The natural indifference and heroic style of a master who was naturally intoxicating, thinking: "Brother has finally become a master who stands alone." He said: "Yan'er understands that Qinglongmen is located on Qinglong Mountain in Huaiyuan City on the bank of the Yellow River, and is close to the Turks. Brother is careful."

Yang Tianxing smiled sarcastically and shrugged, "Why are you afraid of? The hearts of the Turkic tiger and wolf will definitely be destroyed." After saying that, he roared up to the sky, flew up in the air, and headed north.

The autumn wind blows in the Wei River, and the fallen leaves fill Chang'an.

The Wei River originates from Wushi Mountain in Weiyuan, east of Longyou Road, and enters the Yellow River in Guannei Road. The total length of the river is more than 1,600 miles, crosses the Guanzhong Plain, connects to the important town of Xianyang, flows through Chang'an, and then flows through Heihe, Laohe, Fenghe, Bahe, Jinghe, Xihe and Shichuanhe, becoming the largest tributary of the Yellow River.

Xianyang is located in the hinterland of the 800-mile Qinchuan. The Wei River runs through the south, Zongshan reaches the north, and the mountains and rivers all have both Yang, so it is called Xianyang.

In Xianyang, on the banks of the Wei River, the river is sparkling with rays of light, reflecting the rays of light.

Yang Tianxing stood on a mountain peak, with lush pine forests behind them, with cliffs up to a thousand feet in front, and with fog in front, and no more fog flowing eastward. He left Chang'an three days ago and went to Qinglong Mountain to deliver jade pendants. Xianyang was the first stop of this trip. The journey was long, and he was not good to use his flying skills in public, so he had to walk the official road like ordinary people. On this day, he finally arrived at the shore of the Wei River. He had heard of the famous Wei River for a long time, so he couldn't help but come to this high mountain on the verge of the Wei River to see the style of the Wei River.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the surging waves, feeling the comfort of the long hair being blown by the autumn wind and the vitality of nature rushing towards him. The blue sky is white clouds floating, and the geese dance in the sky, and the thrilling passion surges in his heart. He couldn't help but chant: "The autumn wind rises and the white clouds fly, the grass and trees fall yellow and the geese return south. The orchids are beautiful and the chrysanthemums are fragrant. I can't forget the beauty. The boats are flying across the tower and the Fen River, and the flowing in the horizontal streams are raising the waves. The flutes and drums are singing and the boats are singing, and there are so many joys and sorrows. When will I be old? "

"So passionate!" A voice that seemed to come from the faint sky but was extremely clear came from all directions.

Yang Tianxing was slightly stunned, gathered his eyes and stared at the hazy river surface in front of him. He saw a tall and majestic figure penetrated the mist and came over the waves. He was wearing white clothes like snow, his sleeves were flying, and his hands were behind him, which was much like walking in the idle garden. When he first saw that the man walked very slowly, he stepped out one step at a time, calm and erratic. He stepped on the water surface and waves were turbulent. The surging waves turned into quiet flowing water ten steps around him, just like he was walking on the vast river water, but like walking on the flat ground. In the blink of an eye, he came to the river surface not far from the cliff. It seemed that he had stepped over two or three steps in two or three steps.

Yang Tianxing's mind was shocked, his eyes were lightning, and he flashed through the sky like two lightning, locking the man standing quietly on the river surface as calm as a mountain. He actually found that this person was very young. He was a handsome face without any flaws. Under his thick and clear eyebrows, there was a pair of shiny and gem-like eyes, his broad forehead showed wisdom beyond ordinary people. In the quiet, he was hidden with a melancholy expression that could touch anyone, but it made people feel that the deep feelings were elusive, and cooperate with his

The uniform and graceful body shape and the body of Yuanting Yue Zhi did have the intoxicating demeanor of a top-notch master. Yang Tianxing was secretly astonished and said to himself: "Grandma, so arrogant, this Wei River is at least thirty or forty feet wide. He came here in two or three seconds. Awesome! It's not that I came to cause trouble for me, I didn't offend anyone after I came to Xianyang. Be good, I can't stand such a powerful person." I thought to myself, but his face was not shaky, and his face was as deep as water. He laughed loudly: "Who is coming?"

The man smiled casually when he heard this, without fear that Yang Tianxing's eyes were locked on him, his shoulders swayed slightly, and a long roar was like a big bird spreading its wings and gently landing on the top of the mountain twenty steps away from him, facing the rolling river water with a relaxed expression, but his whole body exuded an inexplicable intimidating momentum. He seemed to admire Yang Tianxing's freedom and freedom very much, and chuckled: "Don't be rude!"

Yang Tianxing was slightly stunned and thought to himself: "Damn, call me boy, you may not be a few years older than me, yes, you are just a little more mature than me -, be good, you won't meet a senior expert, be careful." Thinking of this, he smiled and said: "Your Excellency doesn't seem to be a few years older than me, why do you call me a boy?"

The man frowned slightly, as if he remembered something, and smiled and said, "In terms of appearance, Han is not necessarily much older than you, but in terms of age, you have to call me grandpa."

When Yang Tianxing heard that he called himself Han, he must have his surname was Han. When he heard the following sentence, he was shocked. After looking at his handsome face without any flaws, he could not feel that the arrogant "youth" master in front of him was over 100 years old. He immediately scratched his head and said in confusion: "Dare you ask me about Gui Geng this year?"

The man laughed silently. Since he became famous, he had never seen anyone dare to speak like this in front of him. He was not angry. Instead, he admired Yang Tianxing's straightforward side more and more. He sighed to the sky: "No one has dared to talk to Han like this before. It seems that the world has changed a lot in the past few decades of seclusion." Xuan turned his head and looked at Yang Tianxing, and said in a deep voice: "Do you know that you are very lucky today? If I had changed to me fifty years ago, you would have already splashed blood in the Wei River."

Yang Tianxing felt awe-inspiring in his heart, silently wielding his true energy, and was full of vigilance, and said hoarsely: "Who is your priest?"

The man's body turned away, facing the surging river water, a thick stream of melancholy appeared in his eyes, and his flawless face was covered with a layer of intimidating evil spirit. He sighed and said, "It's been fifty years, I've forgotten who I am. I vaguely remember that fifty years ago they all called me "demon"."

Yang Tianxing's tiger body trembled violently, his eyes ejaculated with incredible expressions, and he murmured: "Heaven Demon?Heaven Demon? Are you the Heavenly Demon Han Yixiao?"

Han Yixiao slowly turned around, his eyes flashed with divine light, covering Yang Tianxing, making Yang Tianxing feel that there was no part inside and outside the body that could be hidden from the observation of this master of the Demon Sect. He was seen through, as if he was naked, exposed to the cold wind and cold snow. He saw a charming smile on his face, which was as deep as water, and like a budding lotus that was about to bloom, spitting out delicate stamens in a moment, and his voice turned soft, saying, "It's rare that you remember it, but it was Han Yixiao, the former demon. Now it is still standing in front of you, but it is not the demon. The demon was dead fifty years ago."

Yang Tianxing looked at Han Yixiao who was perfect like a god in front of him. His inner shock and confusion could not be described by Bimo. During his retreat in Kongyun Mountain, the cultivation manual left by Master Qingmu had introduced in detail the top masters in the Demon World today. Han Yixiao, the 70th sect leader of the Demon Sect, who was respected as the number one in the Demon Sect, was ranked first in the Demon World. His magic skills were unfathomable. Zongheng Demon Sect had never met an opponent. Later, he was betrayed by Hao Gu, a traitor of the Demon Sect. He joined forces with the eight masters of the Evil Sect to kill him while he was out of control. In the end, he was severely injured and fled because he was outnumbered and injured. He had no news for decades. At that time, the Demon Sect and the Evil Sect of the Demon World thought he was dead, but he did not expect to be met by a small cultivator Yang Tianxing.

No matter how firm Yang Tianxing's will is, when he knew that the person in front of him was the number one master in the demon world, he felt a sense of fear coming out of his heart, his face was ugly and he was so unlucky that he could not squeeze the fundamental seal in a hurry, so that he could face Han Yixiao calmly. He swallowed hard, strengthened his courage, forced himself to turn his eyes to Han Yixiao's face, and said calmly: "Sect Master Han has been in seclusion for the past fifty years?"

Han Yixiao and his pair of intimidating tiger eyes were always staring at Yang Tianxing. Seeing that his face changed for a moment, they returned to peace. They praised in their hearts and said quietly: "Yes, since Han was injured in that battle, he has found a treasure to heal and practice. He has not been released for fifty years. It was not until yesterday that his merits were perfected and he was able to come out of seclusion." After saying that, a proud smile rose from his lips.

Yang Tianxing paid special attention to the four words "perfect merits and actions", and his heart moved and asked, "Has Master Han survived the demonic disaster?"

Han Yixiao's eyes flashed with surprise and nodded, "Not bad."

Yang Tianxing was shocked and said to himself, "Be good, what I met is not a human, but he has become a scattered demon." He smiled bitterly, "The Master Han is really powerful, he has become a scattered demon." This is his sigh from the bottom of his heart. You must know that whether it is the cultivation world or the demon world, he can become an immortal, and there are very few Buddhas or demons. He accidentally met Han Yixiao, who was already a scattered demon, and naturally felt extremely shocked.

Han Yixiao looked at Yang Tianxing thoughtfully, a strange look appeared on his flawless handsome face, and said lightly: "Do you think the reputation of Sanmo is not good?"

Yang Tianxing was slightly stunned, and made a fussy smile and said, "I do think so." As he spoke, he had already used all his true energy and was ready to face the attack like a *, thinking that it was a disaster and he could not sit still and wait for death. At least he had to fight for a few tricks.

Under Yang Tianxing's extremely nervous gaze, Han Yixiao slowly walked by Yang Tianxing with his hands on his back, and came to about five steps behind him. He suddenly stood firm and said in a deep voice: "Then tell me what is Buddha? What is Tao? What is demon?"

Yang Tianxing was stunned and speechless, staring at Han Yixiao's uniform and beautiful body, and thousands of thoughts surged in his heart, but none of them could answer the three questions he asked well. He showed a thoughtful look and pondered: "Whether immortals, Buddhas, or demons, no matter what they are, they are full of infinite longing and pursuit of life. Becoming an immortal, becoming a Buddha, or becoming a demon are the perfect manifestation of the limit of life. This is a biased view of the boy, please give me advice."
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