Boom...

Just when the old Taoist priest wanted to talk to Zhao Yu about the taste of the yellow crane, a low and deep sound of bells came from the Zhenwu Palace.

Zhang Laodao was stunned for a moment, and then there was a look of nostalgia on his face that ordinary people were destined to not be able to spy on.

Zhang Laodao looked past the mist-shrouded Xiaolian Peak and looked up to the southwest.

At the same time, Song Yuanqiao, who heard the sound of the bell, apologized to the pilgrims around him, and then flew towards the Zhenwu Hall like a wild goose.

In front of the Zhenwu Hall, seven Taoist priests headed by Song Yuanqiao stood side by side, looking at the rolling Xiaolian Peak in the sea of ​​clouds.

The seven people didn't say a word, but they had different expressions on their faces, some were proud, some were nostalgic, some were reluctant... they had a mixture of emotions.

That day at Shaoshi Mountain, when Master invited Zhao Yu to come to Wudang for a talk in eighty-one days, they had already guessed it.

Yesterday, Master even called them into the Zhenwu Hall and told them something that shocked and puzzled them.

After hearing Master's decision, although the seven of them were reluctant to give up, no one said anything to stop them.

…

The old Taoist priest looked at the endless mountains in the southwest with a nostalgic look, and said softly: "A hundred years of great dreams..."

Others didn't understand what the old Taoist said. They just felt that once the old Taoist became serious, he was really a fairy.

Only Zhao Yu reached into his arms and took out from the system backpack the Iron Arhat that the old man gave to him in Shaoshi Mountain!

"I still haven't woken up after all..."

Zhao Yu took out the Iron Arhat from his arms and handed it back to Zhang Laodao.

The old Taoist took the Iron Arhat, caressed it with his fingers, and replied softly: "Yes, he never woke up after all."

He was thirteen years old that year and followed his master, Master Jueyuan, in pursuit of the Lankavatara Sutra, a Buddhist classic that had been stolen by gangsters.

Until I met her in Huashan, she was sixteen years old that year.

She carefully bandaged his wounds, making him feel a different kind of warmth when he was at a loss.

However, before he could recover, she had already drifted away, like snow and mud with red claws...

Three years have passed by and the snow has melted, but the paw prints have remained in the young man's heart.

Originally, in Buddhism, he might never be seen again in this life.

But things in the world are constantly changing.

Three years later, when he was besieged by Shaolin monks for defeating He Zudao, she appeared in front of him again.

That year, he was sixteen and she was nineteen...

The master used his magical power to put the two of them in iron barrels and broke out of the Shaolin Temple.

The master was exhausted and died, and the two of them parted ways from then on.

This separation lasts for a hundred years...

His fame has lasted for a hundred years, but everyone who fought against him back then has died completely, and there is no one left in the world.

Fenglingdu was something she would never forget, so after she escaped into Buddhism, she named her disciple Fengling!

And the Iron Arhat has become his empty melancholy for hundreds of years...

There are lotus boats floating under the distant bridge, and the stream is flowing with pines on the Dai Rock. There are thousands of pear pavilions on the green mountains, and there is no sound in the valley.

At this time, the old Taoist priest had a silly smile that only a child could have on his face, and said in a low voice: "If you get angry, the spiritual platform will no longer be able to stop water like a bright mirror."

This sentence was said by Master Jue Yuan after she asked herself to beat the evil man at the top of Huashan Mountain.

After the old Taoist finished speaking, he handed the Iron Arhat in his hand to Zhao Yu again, and said: "Fortunately, she finally found her freedom..."

"not necessarily!"

Looking at the Iron Arhat handed over by Zhang Laodao, Zhao Yu did not pick it up.

Logically speaking, no matter how cool Zhao Yu is, he should make the old Taoist feel at ease at this time.

But for some reason, Zhao Yu said "not necessarily" out of nowhere.

"oh?"

Zhang Laodao raised his eyebrows and looked at the young man in front of him who could not even see through him.

Zhao Yu took a deep breath, then looked at the old Taoist, and said seriously: "She escaped into Buddhism at the age of forty, perhaps not because of her great enlightenment..."

"..."

Zhang Laodao said nothing, but stared blankly at Zhao Yu, who looked serious at this moment.

In fact, he knew in his heart that if she really saw through all this, why would she give her disciple the name Fengling?

"Why?"

Zhang Laodao said nothing, but Jiang Yuyan behind him couldn't help but ask.

Women always have a soft spot for this kind of thing.

Zhao Yu raised his head, looked at the clouds and mists rising in the southwest, and said calmly: "Maybe it's because the clouds and clouds in Mount Emei are very much like the fireworks in Xiangyang City when he was sixteen..."

Boom! Boom! Boom!!

At this moment, the ancient bell outside Zhenwu Hall kept ringing.

The setting sun falls straight down to the top of Xiaolian Peak, and the clouds and mist lingering between the seventy-two peaks are instantly gorgeous!

Outside Nanyang Palace, on the cliff beside the dragon head incense, the peach wood sword that had not been moved for hundreds of years suddenly trembled like a dragon's roar.

The next moment, the pilgrims and Taoist priests near Nanyang Palace all saw a rainbow rising sharply into the sky.

Rumble!

The low muffled thunder echoed throughout Wudang Mountain.

Above the sky, a sword soared across the sky. The blue sky, which was thousands of miles away, was split open by the mahogany sword.

A majestic Heavenly Gate loomed above the nine heavens.

"Master!"

In front of Zhenwu Hall, the Taoist priests led by Song Yuanqiao knelt down towards Xiaolian Peak.

…

"Hahaha!!"

On Xiaolian Peak, the old Taoist finally stood up and laughed heartily.

The word love cannot be avoided even by him who is a man of extraordinary cultivation!

Immediately afterwards, the sword left by Lu Zu fell sharply and landed steadily in front of the old Taoist.

Since he was sixteen years old, he had never cared about appearance in his life, so he carefully sorted it out, and then stepped out of Xiaolian Peak.

The Taoist laughed and left, and Lang Lang's voice spread throughout Wudang Mountain:

The years are long and the secular world is complicated. The hero is obsessed with flowers and wine.

Time flies like a bow and arrow, and the withered bones and ashes of a lifetime return.

Beautiful love is entangled with cause and effect. However, there is no desire to live forever.

The rootless tree, the flowers are pure and clear. Flowers and wine have been immortalized from ancient times to the present.

Fireworks house, the sound of wind and rain, it’s hard to break the world of mortals, it’s hard to break the heart,

Three thousand weak waters imprisoned for three lives,

Open the door and talk to you. What is the world of mortals and what is love?

Life is like ants grinding away traces of dust.

A hundred years of time, a dream comes true.

Convert to empty...

The old Taoist who stepped out of Xiaolian Peak and wielded his sword straight into the colorful sea of ​​clouds seemed to have a light air lingering around him.

Ascend!

Everyone in Wudang Mountain, except for the Wudang Seven Heroes and Zhao Yu, all thought of this word in their hearts.

But only Zhao Yu and the Seven Heroes of Wudang knew that this old Taoist was not ascending, but seeking death!

"Son..."

Seeing the old Taoist walking into the sea of ​​clouds, and listening to the chanting in his ears, Jiang Yuyan felt a sense of sadness in her heart for some unknown reason.

"well."

Zhao Yu also sighed, and then looked at Zhang Laodao who had already swept out of Xiaolian Peak, and sighed softly: "I dare not calculate all the hexagrams, I am afraid of the impermanence of heaven, I dare not fall deeply in love, I am afraid of a big dream..."

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Chapter completed!