The wind blows gently, the ancient road stretches for a long time, behind the pines and waves, in the clear dew, the solemn and majestic palaces stand, and the vast mountains and rivers stand forever.
The sound of heavy thunder and muffled sound came from Haozheng Wu Dao, and suddenly there was a loud boom, and everything returned to silence.
Within the first lane
"This first line is really getting harder and harder to defend."
After moving his palms that were numb from the shock, Xia Yan continued to speak.
"Can't you be considerate of your weak senior brother?"
He regretted it very much now. He shouldn't have agreed to this brat's request for a few tricks out of soft-heartedness, but it was naturally good to come back safe and sound.
"Thousand years, I promise that within a thousand years, senior brother can go through the retirement procedures."
As the person who is about to take over as the chief, Lin Chongyang first draws a picture for his dear senior brother. As for whether he will still need to work after retirement...
This is his senior brother who has watched him grow up. Does giving him a small favor as a junior brother count as work?
"Ha~ I remembered it."
The two high-fived each other as they passed each other, and Lin Chongyang headed for the second lane.
The scene inside Yufeng Terrace is the same as before, and the people are also the same as before.
The screen has nine folds of clouds and brocade, and the vast mist of clouds meets the light of the sky. This is the best description of this beautiful place.
"Zhenwuteng sun burns the torch fire, swallows the rosy clouds to control the wind of Confucianism; the soul rotates hundreds of times and thousands of rays pass by, and the glowing light reflects the twin rays of the world forever."
He thought back to the last time he broke through the level, at least there was an illusion. This time, even the illusion was gone. As soon as he came back, he was worried about the future of the De Feng Ancient Road again.
"came back?"
In a daze, Ying Shuangqing thought she saw Xia Ganxuan. When she saw him again a hundred years later, the person in front of him was less casual and more solemn.
"It's been a while, senior sister."
Whether it's Fei Feijun, Xia Yan, or Ying Shuangqing, based on the relationship between them, they only need to see each other face to face and understand everything that needs to be understood without any need for words.
"A cup of heartfelt tea."
Ying Shuangqing raised her hand and waved, and a cup of tea exuding a strong fragrance appeared on the table in front of her.
Picking up the tea cup, Lin Chongyang drank all the tea in it, and then said:
"Sister, am I passing the test?"
Tea is naturally good tea, and it works...
It's enough as a test.
"This is a new product I developed to replace the illusion test. It is used to question the deepest obsessions in people's hearts. You are the first one like you."
This tea is not without its failures. At least there is no difference between drinking tea and drinking water for the elders. However, even Xia Yan and Fei Feijun have been affected, let alone the students who occasionally break through.
"Ha~ If there is a next time, senior sister can increase the dose."
Putting the tea cup back on the table, Lin Chongyang chuckled.
"I won't waste your time anymore, let's go to the next level."
Ying Shuangqing didn't ask any more questions. Everyone knew what kind of person the person in front of them was.
This is the future of Confucian saints and virtues, a future chosen by a group of elders.
After bowing and bowing, Lin Chongyang walked towards the third path.
Buried in the sword grave, buried in the sword grave, how many generous sacrifices were buried, and how many unfulfilled ambitions were buried.
"Poetry and wine Jiangnan sword is outside the body, eyes are frightened and illusive, and the ink belt is innocent; who is not right? There are more people in Yuanlai in the world."
Mingfuzi, who was lying on the rock, saw the person coming, stood up, patted the dust on his body, and sighed.
"The brat is back."
"Uncle, are you okay?"
"My body is still strong and I can protect you for a few more years."
"one move?"
"Come! Qianfeng Sword Shadow!"
As soon as Master Ming came out with his peerless sword, Qiongxiao's sword intent came out through his body. It could be hard or soft, holy or evil, yin or fierce. Thousands of sword intents merged into one, cutting through the wind and breaking the clouds. The power of splitting heaven and earth.
"Spring and Autumn Holy Scroll!"
He saw that Lin Chongyang's martial arts was activated, and the awe-inspiring holy energy soared into the sky, reaching the sky.
"Yi Zhang Shiyi·Book Marks Seven Views·Poetry at the Four Beginnings·Rituals of the Five Classics!"
Thousands of Confucian holy characters appear, evolving the learning of the ancient sages' classics, and the blood and energy of the sage and sage praise their power again, seeming to burn away the filth and wash away the darkness.
The extreme moves converged, and the energy swept out, but it did not affect the Sword Burial Tomb in the slightest. After the extreme, I was shocked to see the golden and red blood energy combined with the Confucian holy move, penetrating into Mingfuzi's body.
"Uncle, I'm offended."
As soon as the words fell, the Holy Sun's will activated the power of the blood sky hidden in Mingfuzi's body, replacing it with new blood and conceiving life.
While cleansing the evil spirit, Mingfuzi also healed the old illnesses and hidden wounds left by the Battle of Shiliu Island.
During the hundred years when his mind was clear, he did not live in vain. He sorted out what he had learned and used it as a basis for new tricks. The main thing was to study the method of dealing with the evil energy of Baqi.
As far as the current progress is concerned, as long as the evil energy does not take root in the bone marrow, it can still be saved.
"Hoo~"
After exhaling the turbid air, Master Ming felt that his body felt a lot more relaxed, and he didn't do much to persuade him to stay. He could reminisce about the past at any time, and there was no rush.
"Big Brother probably can't wait any longer. Let's go quickly."
"Then I'll go in first, uncle, please."
After bowing and bowing, Lin Chongyang set off again, heading towards the fourth path of asking heroes.
In the Wenxia Road, the bamboo shadows are swaying, Yin Xiaoshen's aura is calm, the strings of the piano are caressing, accompanied by the proud sound of poetry
"The winds and clouds change, the mountains and rivers move, and there is no way to do anything but the chivalrous style;"
At this moment, the Holy Qi opened the way, and the person continued the second half of the sentence
“Don’t ask who is worthy of being a dragon among men, looking at the world and sighing at the sky.
Okay, stop reading it, your ears are going to feel numb, so let’s just talk about how to compare it, right? "
"You just came back and caused trouble for me. Believe it or not, I won't let you pass?"
"Brother Yin, face the reality, you can't beat me now."
"So what, I remember your sword should be broken, right?"
"I can defeat you without a sword."
"You don't pass the test even if you don't have a sword."
"Brother Yin, I remember that you owe me a lot of things."
Lin Chongyang changed the topic and planned to use a trick to remove the firepower. The rules of Haozheng Wudao were there. He never needed help, so he didn't use the conditions.
"There was so much noise just now. I'm not asking for trouble. There's no point in fighting with you. Don't keep me waiting. Come on in. And welcome back."
Compared with those boring wins and losses, Yin Xiaoshen still prefers his current life.
"Brother Yin, please."
Many times, even if you are prepared with a full stomach, in the end it is just a welcome back.
Simple, but enough.
After crossing Wenxia Dao, Lin Chongyang climbed directly to the top of Shiyue Peak, the supreme palace.
It's not that he wants to keep everything in his heart, but that some things can be shouldered by him alone. The elders don't want him to be hurt, but he doesn't want the elders to be hurt either.
Because he has a hard life, he can easily put himself on the scale. As long as his goal is achieved, he will never lose, even if it requires his death.
"Master, I'm back."
Lin Chongyang stepped into the Supreme Hall of Haozheng. Although there was a certain amount of hesitation in his tone, he was more concerned about who else in the world would be better than me.
If time could go over again, he would make the same choice. He feels guilty but has no regrets about the worries of his relatives and friends.
Because, whether it is love, concern, or worry, it is always a two-way street.
