Located on the northwest side of Danyuan Palace, the Xuantian Hall of Zifu has a magnificent structure, with dew on the top and earth on the bottom. It is the place where Master Yuxuan usually cultivates and enlightens himself. However, tonight, the Xuantian Hall of Zifu is gloomy and solemn, with nothing at all.

Half aware of spiritual meaning.

Master Yuxuan sits high on the purple gold platform, with a fiery red coral tree on each side. His jade face is full of authority, and his eyes seem to be closed but not closed.

A few feet in front of her, Han Yan knelt down on the ground, quietly waiting for Master Yuxuan's announcement.

The cold moon moved quietly to the west, and Master Yuxuan finally slowly opened his eyes, spitting out every word as if floating in the fairy wind: "How long has it been since you saw Ruochen?"

"Four years."

"So how many times have you seen him in the past year?"

"twice."

Master Yuxuan nodded, closed his eyes, and asked slowly: "I have seen so little, is it because you think Ruochen has poor talent?"

Hanyan said: "No, although he entered Taoism late, he is extremely talented, far better than me."

"So... Ruochen is not a good person?"

"No. He is as handsome as jade, and his character and appearance are excellent. He has no sorrow or joy, and his energy is as bright as a blue musk deer. Few people can match him."

Master Yuxuan opened his eyes again, this time as cold as frost, and asked: "Then why did you turn a deaf ear to my instructions?"

Without raising the end of his cigarette, he replied: "Before Ruochen went up the mountain, didn't Master Yuxuan give an order?"

Yuxuan's voice rose slightly and shouted: "Times have changed, how can they be the same? How can he compare with Ruochen?! I said four years ago that the matter between you and him was over, and today you still do this

Let’s use this matter as a prevarication! Don’t you take my instructions seriously anymore? If so, then I will allow you to change your religion and join another religion, which will satisfy both of you!”

Han Yan lay motionless on the ground, and after a moment he sighed and said softly: "Master, how can this two-word fate be stopped by just four words? But Master has treated me with as much kindness as a mountain, and Han Yan is so kind to me.

I will never change my religion, nor will I disobey my master's instructions again. I will just go find him early tomorrow morning."

Master Yuxuan closed his eyes and said nothing, even holding a cigarette, and the Xuantian Hall of Zi Mansion fell silent.

"Looking for him? Where are you going to look for him?" Master Yuxuan finally spoke. Although his tone was much gentler, there was still a chill: "Seventeen days ago, Ruochen went down the mountain to practice and went to Luoyang. You don't even know about this.

, which shows how close we are to him! Yesterday, the daughter of Master Jingxiao, Zhang Yin Yin, also came down the mountain, and looking at where she was going, she was also in Luoyang. You should know what her intentions are even if I don’t tell you."

Han Yan said softly and softly: "Although Zhang Yin Yin has a good figure and appearance, his temperament is domineering and cunning. Without gentleness and charm, he is not a stunning beauty. Han Yan is not afraid of her."

Master Yuxuan suddenly became angry, slapped the armrest hard, and shouted: "Aren't you afraid!? That Zhang Yinyin is now smoky and charming, with an air as bright as the ice peaks under the clouds. He has already become a world-famous figure. Even I feel moved when I see him.

! She has undergone such a change in just a few years, which must be related to Su Wei who is suppressing the Taixuan Peak. Even your inferior technique of creating smoke from falling jade, do you want to compare with Su Wei's secret technique of Tianhu?

This great opportunity was ruined by you like this!"

Hanyan raised his head in surprise and saw Master Yuxuan's face full of anger. He lowered his head again and said softly but firmly: "Then Hanyan should go to Luoyang as well."

Master Yuxuan exhaled a breath of turbid air and said coldly: "No need. You can go to the back mountain for Qingxiu. Someone else is going to Luoyang."

Hanyan was surprised and asked: "Who?"

"I!"

A tall figure emerged from the shadows beside the palace and stood beside the purple gold platform of Yuxuan Zhenren. It was Huai Su.

Qingxu.

In the silence, a drop of crystal water fell quietly, blooming into a small water splash on the page. The water slowly seeped into the somewhat yellowed page, smearing a small piece of writing.

A clear sigh sounded, breaking the silence in the hall.

Yinfeng stood up, pushed open the door, and came to the outside of the Nuan Pavilion. He leaned on the railing and looked at the green mountains looming in the distance. Two lines of clear tears were hanging down from his face, but he did not wipe them away. It was so inexplicable.

He had long been accustomed to crying, and he didn't take it seriously.

Every time his face burst into tears, he didn't feel very sad. All he had in his heart was the vicissitudes of life, the rise and fall of centuries. Yin Feng stood with his hands behind his back, letting the mountain wind with misty rain lift up the corners of his robe and wet him.

His hair was curled up. He had been staying in the Yinghan Pavilion since he woke up, chanting sutras in the morning, practicing Taoism at night, eating in the wind and drinking dew, not taking in water, rice or other common things, and never leaving the pavilion. Every time he shed tears for no reason.

At that time, he would only lean on the railing and look out into the distance like he does now, watching the distant mountains and floating clouds.

There were soft footsteps on the Nuange stairs, and the rhythm of each step was inconsistent. This chaotic rhythm should have made people feel disturbed, but at this time it was just the opposite. The footsteps only made people feel ethereal and transparent, just like

This beautiful Qingcheng.

Yinfeng turned back to Nuange and met Master Xuxuan who had just climbed up the stairs.

Master Xu Xuan sat down calmly and asked: "Yin Feng, another month has passed. How is your enlightenment going, Lord Jin Lu?"

Master Xu Xuan had seen Yin Feng burst into tears so many times that he had already turned a blind eye.

Yinfeng also sat down at the table and said with a smile: "I just finished reading the first volume. Strangely enough, there is nothing surprising in the content of the main volume of the Emperor's Golden Record, it is just plain and detailed. But the pages of the book

The comments are very different from each other. Each sentence has a profound meaning, which can only be understood after careful consideration. This is really strange."

Master Xu Xuan said: "Shanghuang Jinlu is the essential code of our Taoism. Although it is profound, it is not unique to our Qingxu Palace. The annotations in these four volumes of Shanghuang Jinlu were written by Master Qingling himself. They are exactly

This is the supreme method that enables one to ascend. The reason why I, Qingxu, stand out from thousands of monastic methods are based on the secret of flying to immortality written in the handwriting of Qingling Immortal."

Yinfeng nodded, opened the Golden Record of the Emperor, pointed to one of the pages and said: "There is one more thing I don't know about here, and I still need to ask for advice."

"But there's no harm in talking."

In this way, an old man and a young man sit and talk about the Tao, without any distinction between superiority and inferiority, age or youth. Unknowingly, the moon rises and sets, and the moon sets and the sun rises.

After discussing this doubt, it was dusk again. During this time, Yinfeng shed tears again and again. Tears flowed without any warning. They would flow when he was meditating, when he was talking loudly, and when he was smiling.

Yinfeng stood up, walked out of the Nuan Pavilion with his hands behind his hands, and once again leaned on the railing to look at the sunset.

The setting sun is like blood, and accompanied by the fierce cold wind, it is indescribably desolate and desolate.

Master Xu Xuan sat in the Nuan Pavilion and continued to read the Golden Record of the Emperor. He knew that at such times, Yin Feng would often have some insights, and what he realized would be quite inspiring to him.

"I want to go down the mountain." Yinfeng said calmly.

Xu Xuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why?"

"I'm going to meet some people, and I'm going to kill some people."

"Who do you see and whom do you kill?" Taoist Master Xu Xuan asked.

"I don't know yet, but I will know when the time comes."

Master Xu Xuan nodded and said, "That's it, then go down the mountain. When will you set off?"

"It's now."

Master Xu Xuan didn't do much to persuade him to stay. He just wrapped up the four volumes of the Emperor's Golden Record that Master Qingling commented on, handed it to Yinfeng, and said: "You can read these four volumes of the Emperor's Golden Record slowly on the way."

Yin Feng said: "No need, wait until I return to the mountain to see if it's too late."

After saying this, he flicked his robe sleeves and walked away down the mountain.

Master Xu Xuan sat peacefully in the Nuan Pavilion until the sky turned completely dark, and then he gave a high-five. Not long after, two middle-aged Taoist priests in dark green robes walked into the Nuan Pavilion from the window and knelt down before Master Xu Xuan.

In front of them, they looked very respectful. They looked very capable, with a faint murderous aura about them. Master Xu Xuan also sat upright, his eyes seemed to be open and closed. After a while, he snorted and put on a full show.

"What are your orders from Master Xu Xuan?" Two Taoist priests in green asked, lying on the ground.

"Elder Xugong will lead twelve capable disciples and immediately go down the mountain to protect Yinfeng secretly." The two Taoist priests in green bowed again and took the order.

After they left, Master Xu Xuan's aloof demeanor immediately disappeared without a trace. He stretched his muscles and murmured: "Oh, I'm old, I'm old. Every time it rains, my whole body aches, and I have to

The etiquette is sufficient. The things left by our ancestors are not always good!"

The drizzle outside the pavilion is like silk, and it keeps falling. This storm, I don't know how long it will last.

China is vast, and it is also winter. Snow falls in the north and rain falls in the southwest. However, in an unknown valley, there is spring in the south of the Yangtze River with red orioles and green willows.

"Valley Master, please have some tea."

In a warm pavilion in the valley, surrounded by mountains and water, an old man with a majestic face was sitting in the middle. Four stunningly beautiful maids behind him were blowing fans for him. Next to them, a woman in costume had just made a cup of tea and brought it to the old man.

before.

The old man took the tea cup, tasted it for a while, then put it on the table in front of him and tapped it gently with the middle finger of his right hand. The skin of his hands was as delicate as jade and was well maintained, looking like the hands of a young woman. He

In this way, tap a few times with your fingers, and when you hit the seventh tap, there will be a sudden pause.

There was a faint sound of thunder in the distance, and the tea in the cups on the table rippled slightly.

As soon as the bamboo curtain at the gate of Nuan Pavilion opened, a young female disciple hurriedly ran in and said politely: "Master of the Valley, Senior Sister Wuhua has successfully left seclusion."

Before she finished speaking, Yun Wuhua had already entered the pavilion, kneeled on the ground and said, "Thank you Valley Master for your guidance!"

Compared with five years ago, Yun Wuhua's appearance has not changed at all, but she looks a little younger. Her black hair is casually scattered on her shoulders, and the black shirt on her body has many damages, revealing the snow-covered skin under the clothes.

However, even though she was kneeling casually, her murderous intent was so strong that it was almost impossible to dissipate it. Therefore, although her clothes were torn, it did not give people the excitement of catching a glimpse of spring. Instead, she felt like she was seeing a sharp sword that had been unsheathed.

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The old man smiled and nodded, obviously very satisfied with Yun Wuhua, and said: "Back then, I was punishing you for one year of pure cultivation, but I didn't expect that you worked bravely and diligently, faced the wall for five years, and actually completed the sixth level of the Styx Sword Record.

Now that the situation is critical, we will use the Seven Awakening Bells to help you pass the final level. However, relying on external forces will not be as perfect as your own cultivation. You still need to practice hard to make up for this flaw. Now that you have come out of isolation, God

I will leave the Quan Ancient Sword to you again, and you won’t need to hand it back after you return to the mountain after your success."

The old man made a light move with his left hand, and the ancient Tianquan sword hanging on the wall behind him came out of the wall and landed gently in front of Yun Wuhua. The old man had given this sword to her.

Yun Wuhua grabbed the Tianquan Ancient Sword and inserted it on her back, her face as calm as an ancient well, showing no signs of joy. However, the eyes of the dressed-up woman serving tea beside the old man flashed, obviously jealous and hateful.
To be continued...