Chapter 516

Dawn lake is quiet at night.

Only the star picking building kept hearing filthy words and almost cursed curses.

The disciples of the hanging bell sect hid far away and didn't dare to listen, but they were used to it.

After the death of the former patriarch, the old prince often cursed people in the building.

She always scolds her daughter-in-law.

"This is my home."

Standing on the edge of the cliff, she listened to the foul language there and sighed.

He Kan looked at her and said, "everything will get better."

Siser turned to look at him and said, "thank you for coming."

"It was late when I heard the news," he said

Siser smiled and said, "it's not too late to come."

He Kan didn't speak.

"In this situation, I can't leave."

Se se hugged him, put his face in his arms and said softly, "go back to Baicheng. I'll wait for you here."

He Kui thought for a moment and said hello. Then he took out a few pieces of paper from his sleeve and handed it to her.

Siser thought of some possibility, his expression became a little wonderful and said, "I'm a girl... Can't practice?"

He Kan said helplessly, "what do you think? This is the secret recipe for grilled fish. "

Hearing this answer, rustle's eyes suddenly brightened up and subconsciously licked his mouth.

He Kai then said, "I forgot two spices in the secret recipe I wrote for Tong Yan last time. This is delicious."

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He Kan and Se se thought that Tong Yan was closed in Yunmeng Mountain. Many people think so. Only few people know that Tong Yan has left Yunmeng Mountain, and few people know that he is in Qingshan. As for those who know that he is hiding in Yinfeng, there are only three people and a dog.

The night breeze is not cold, and the sound of pines and waves is deep in your ears. Jing Jiu is carrying the cat to the north in the mountains. He will soon come to the plain in the middle of the mainland.

Until the end, no one from Zhongzhou sect showed that Yunmeng Mountain closure was true. It seems that the spiritual world will still be as calm as it is now before the spring rain falls.

If Lao Taijun didn't survive this year, he would definitely not choose to do it now.

"Since you said she was afraid of everything, why did she choose to give up after doing so much?"

This is something that Ah Da can't understand. If it's the old prince, he's going to die anyway. He has to make a big fuss and leave smartly.

Well nine summoned the cosmofront to sit down and fly a few feet from the ground. The field under the starlight was below, as if within reach.

"After those elders died, she couldn't control the whole situation. If she wanted to suppress it forcibly, she would smash the whole hanging bell sect."

Well nine looked at the blue wheat under his feet. Some didn't understand why it hadn't changed color in midsummer.

When he was a child, he read a lot of poems and songs related to rice flowers and bumper years, but there was no common sense related to grain.

A Da didn't understand what he said and said, "break it, or leave it to his most annoying daughter-in-law?"

Well nine reached out to pick a straw, looked at it in front of her, and said, "she thinks she is from the German family, and the hanging bell sect is from the German family. How can she not feel bad when it's rotten?"

"The old lady is worried that siser will be like herself after she gets married, so she doesn't want to give the hanging bell to her? What a fool. "

Ah Da lay on the top of Jing Jiu, stretched out his right claw and pulled the wheat straw in his hand, thinking that in the end, everything is death.

Summer flowers will become autumn leaves, young crops will become rotten grass, my mother wants to marry, it's going to rain, why worry so much?

But since the hanging bell sect is destined to become someone else's family, why didn't Lao Taijun just break it up?

Jingjiu said, "she should have thought that it's the best thing for SISE to become a Taoist companion with he Kan."

ADA doesn't understand what's good about it.

Well nine said, "monks have many illegitimate children."

Ah Da meow and thought it was very much.

Well nine said, "have you seen how many illegitimate sons of monks follow their father's surname?"

ADA meowed again and thought that the monk had no last name. Why?

"So the son of siser and he Kan will probably be de in the future."

Well nine said, "she wants to understand this truth. What else is it?"

ADA wondered what to do after Chen remarried and gave birth to seventy or eighty or ninety younger brothers?

Jingjiu said, "siser knows us. This time we have proved that castle peak will ensure that siser is the Lord. What else does Jingshu have to worry about?"

The morning light gradually appeared in the distance of the field.

The cosmofront flew up and came to the top of the clouds. The speed was still not very fast. It felt more like an ordinary person walking.

Two days later, Jing jiulai went to a town, went to a hospital and confirmed the last news of the hanging bell sect.

Chen regained power. Lao Taijun was resting in the star picking building because of his physical discomfort.

I don't think she will leave the building again. Although she hasn't died yet, she is dead.

A Da looked at Jing Jiu and tried to see some emotion and recollection on his face, but he found that he couldn't see anything. He couldn't help asking with his divine consciousness, "don't you have any idea?"

Well nine said, "death is the worst, and the second worst is old."

Ah Da thought of the wrinkled old gentleman with a bent body. After a moment of silence, he meowed gently.

Yes, no one wants to die or grow old, but even I am old. How can these poor humans escape?

He looked at his face on the water and felt a little sad. He thought that even his beard was white.

Well nine said, "your beard is white."

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This is a field.

Several rivers flow slowly and quietly, sometimes meeting and sometimes separating, just like those things in life.

There are many houses scattered in the fields. The village in midsummer is full of cicadas, but it is more quiet.

Well nine stood under the tree, looking at the distance, I didn't know where, and suddenly said, "he shouldn't come."

Hearing this, Ah Da's spirit finally relaxed. He turned hundreds of times around his legs and looked very happy with some green leaf debris.

After a few breaths, he ran a little tired and lay on the ground, with his feet facing the sky and his belly exposed.

Well nine thought, took out the cold cicada and threw it beside him.

The cicada was looking at the stars over there and suddenly found that she had returned to the Chaotian mainland. She didn't know what had happened. She was a little confused. She didn't understand what Jingjiu wanted to do until she saw the appearance of the white ghost adult. She quickly turned over and showed her belly with her six limbs facing the sky.

Well nine looked to chuzi sword in his arms.

In Guocheng temple a few years ago, when Liu was ten years old, he gave him several letters, and he also replied to several letters. The other party said Buddhism in the letter, and he said samsara.

Those things seem to have nothing to do with cultivation, but he believes that with each other's cultivation talent and wisdom, he can see what he really wants to say between the lines.

After reading the letter, the other party was touched and decided to go to the West Sea to get chuzi sword.

Yes, he knew that elder martial brother was in Guocheng temple at that time.

Now chuzi sword is in his hand. If elder martial brother really wants to turn sword, he must come to him.

When he went to the hanging bell sect, he promised to kill for siser and hoped to lure his senior brother out.

Liu CI will let elder martial brother go, but he must die.

For the same reason, the person senior brother hates most is him. He will find a way to kill himself as long as he has a chance, not to mention the addition of chuzi sword.

He stayed in the hanging bell sect for several days and left for several days. No, Lao Lin should have been able to find himself. Elder martial brother should have come no matter how far away, but... He didn't come.

If there is no chuzi sword, how are you going to solve your problem?

Jingjiu collected chuzi sword, cat and cicada. He touched the ridge with his toes and reached more than a hundred feet away.

More than ten minutes later, he crossed the quiet rivers, scattered villages, unknown miscellaneous trees and still green wheat fields, and saw the big city in the distance.

There is a hill more than ten miles behind, with dense woods and annoying hook weeds.

In the middle of summer, it's not hot here, but it's a little cold. Dew grows on the leaves, and the weeds are even covered with a layer of shallow frost.

Yuan Qijing walked into Chaoge city with his hands on his back. He confirmed that master would not appear. He turned and left with some regret.

The wind and snow fell.

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There is a very ordinary town in the northwest of Chaotian continent. Because it is closer to the snow field, it has a spring like climate in midsummer.

A carriage was about to leave the city when it was stopped by the believers of Fengdao sect.

Cold mountain is not far from the city. In the past two years, Fengdao cult has cooperated with the imperial court to eliminate evil demons, and all kinds of search and inspection have become more rigorous.

The wind knife believer didn't find any problems. When he opened the curtain, a smell of medicine came to his face.

There is a small stove in the car. It is boiling black medicine juice. It looks very bitter.

A young gentleman was lying on the soft couch, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, but his face was very pale. He looked a little weak, but his smile was still so amiable.

A half bald old man with a red nose was waiting on him. He looked like an old servant at home.

The wind knife believer saw many patients who wanted to go to Baicheng to worship Buddha. He said pity, put down the curtain and waved to pass.

With a cough, the carriage passed through the city gate and headed for the wasteland.

This is a remote place far away from the prosperous area of the Central Plains. The king's imperial dynasty still carried out effective governance. The official roads on the wasteland outside the city are actually paved with blue stones. After more than 100 years, they are still solid. It is obvious that they were helped by practitioners at the beginning.

The wheels rolled over the hard bluestone slab and made a clicking sound. The carriage kept shaking and the cough inside didn't stop.

Xuanyin looked at the pale Yin San, his eyes full of worry and some other complex emotions.

Now he has finally gained some trust from real people, but for people like them, the word trust has no meaning. What's more, real people seem to be dying. If the immortal doesn't tell him the way to avoid the green mountain sword array on the day of his death, what will he do? So

He said sincerely, "immortal, you want longevity!"

Hearing this, Yin San couldn't help laughing and coughing violently.

With coughing, his body under his clothes protruded from time to time, and then gradually flattened, looking extremely strange.

It's not like a real body, but more like a broken wooden pile.

Yin San opened the window, looked out at the wasteland, coughed and said, "I'd better drink a bar."

Fresh air from the wasteland poured into the carriage and quickly dissipated the strong smell of medicine, but a smell always existed and could not dissipate.

It's a smell of rotten trees.

The old man took down the medicine pot on the stove, replaced it with a wine pot, put his palm on it, and counted his breath to make the wine warm to the most appropriate level.

The delicate work of warming wine for real people, the ancestor of Xuanyin sect, is certainly more accurate than fire control.

The smell of wine in the wine pot exudes a very strong taste of anise and big ingredients.

Lao Zu smoked the nose of red distiller's grains and thought that the wine didn't taste very good. It was like stewed hoof bladder soup.

The wine is also very strange. It is very dark green. It swings gently in the cup and fluctuates slowly on the cup wall, like oil.

Lao Zu brought the wine cup to Yin San with both hands.

Yin San took the glass and put it to his mouth, drank it slowly but continuously, narrowed his eyes and said, "good wine."

Miraculously, after drinking this glass of wine, his cough was really much better.

Looking at the grandfather's curious look, Yin San smiled and said, "you can have a drink, too. It's good."

Lao Zu thought about it, poured himself a cup, sideways drank, and then slapped his mouth.

No matter how strong the wine is, it can't hurt him, but the stimulation still exists. In particular, the wine vaporizes so fast like oil. It's even like a fire turned into water, giving people a warm feeling from inside to outside. It's really good, he thought. No wonder the real person likes it so much.

"This is the strongest wine in the world. It is generally used to mix and drink. Basically, no one dares to drink it pure. We can drink it easily for fear of hurting our throat and stomach."

Yin San drank another cup and said, "feeling its beauty without being afraid of its harm is the benefit of practitioners."

Father Xuanyin also had a drink with him and put down the wine glass.

Although the green strange wine is good, practitioners who can practice to his level have strong self-control ability. They can put it down when they say to put it down.

There are really few people like Taiping immortal.

"If chuzi sword is sent to the imperial palace of Chaoge City, it will be even harder to rob it."

The grandfather asked, "why don't we do it?"

After drinking, Yin San's face was no longer pale and showed two lovely blushes. He said: "Yuan riding a whale is rigid and not smart enough, but he is rigid and rarely makes mistakes. This is the biggest difference between him and Liu CI. I don't want to take risks."

The carriage left the official road paved with bluestone and drove obliquely into the desolate field.

A few days later, accompanied by a bleak flute, the carriage came to the depths of the cold mountain.

There is an extremely deep crack on the surface of the field. The magma has cooled and condensed into various strange shapes after two years.

This is the trace of Liu Ci's sword between heaven and earth. It must be the most famous scenery in Chaotian mainland in hundreds of years.

Xuanyin thought that if the sword cut himself, he would die.

He looked more than a hundred miles away along the crack and fell into the burning sun gorge, which had become ruins. He was silent for a long time.

Everything has dispersed, and there is no Xuanyin sect in the world.

Yin San looked at the picture outside the window, put the bone flute into his sleeve and said, "as long as you live, Zongshan will be there."

I don't know whether this sentence is comforting my grandfather or to himself.

Thinking about Su ziye, who was gathering the separated disciples of Xuanyin sect, and the silent Zhongzhou sect, the ancestor didn't speak and helped Yin San out of the car.

There was a gust of wind in the field.

Yin Feng flew over from nowhere and landed on the roof.

The tail feather cut off by Nanxu was reborn. It looks a little short. It should not have completely grown well, but the injury should be well.

"You can all talk. Then talk well. If you can't talk together."

Yin San looked at Yin Feng and said with a smile, "just two scales. It should be able to promise."

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