Duan Yi stopped the sword at the mountain gate.
The still young girl stood in front of the mountain gate with her sword pointed straight at the young man in front of her, her brows filled with wanton arrogance.
Someone took the initiative to test their swordsmanship, and there was no reason to retreat from the sword.
Although he had never heard of any other monks in Sanqing Dao Sect who were good at swordsmanship, it didn't matter.
From Yijian's point of view, since this unknown girl came with a sword and competed with him, she must be confident.
The two started fighting in front of the mountain gate of Sanqing Taoist Sect.
Duan Yi is not a swordsman, but he does know some sword skills. When competing with Yi Jian, he only uses sword skills.
She is not a glamorous person, but she is in front of her own sect, and she cannot lose the reputation of her sect under any circumstances.
Unsurprisingly, Duan Yi couldn't win with just one swordsmanship, but she had a tenacious temperament. She would rather use her secret method to force her back with a sword at a loss of 800 yuan, than to have a draw. Throw in the towel.
The battle ended in a draw between the two.
As a result, Duan Yi spent three years in seclusion to recuperate.
Three years later, as soon as Duan Yi came out of seclusion, he heard that Yi Jian had sharpened his sword and successfully broke through the golden elixir.
Become a real Jin Dan.
Gritting his teeth, Duanyi Zhenjun, who had never known what it meant to bow his head and admit defeat, just turned around and closed his door again.
When he came out of seclusion again, he was already the real Jin Dan.
After that, it was Duan Yi who came to the door of the sword studio and asked for a sword by name.
The last time they had a sword test, Duan Yi proposed to compete in magic this time.
There is no doubt that Duan Yi wins this time.
Last time it was a draw, this time it was a win or a loss.
Duan Yi, who had taken a breath, felt calm, but the sword that he lost gave him a sigh of relief.
A year later, Yi Jian visited the Sanqing Dao Sect again.
At first, everyone felt that the two of them were at odds.
But gradually, the disciples and elders of Sanqing Dao Sect and Jianzhai realized something was wrong.
Why do my own disciples like running to the other sect more and more?
Why don't you go back for several months?
The two of them were fighting each other, so why did they go on trips together from time to time?
After several years of this strange relationship, everyone began to understand.
When did the accident occur?
That year, the eldest disciple of Zhenzun Jiuyuan, the senior brother of Zhenjun Duanyi, and the leader of Taiqing Mountain.
True Lord Shouxu fell.
"Zhenjun Shouxu? Master uncle?"
Lingchu listened quietly to Zhang Xuzhi's talk about the past, buried in the dust of time.
But seeing Zhang Xuzhi, who was speaking eloquently, suddenly stopped, he couldn't help but asked curiously.
She really didn't know about these past events.
Zhang Xuzhi took a sip of Ling tea to moisten his throat and looked at Ling Chu with a smile, "Then, there is no more."
This tells half the story and is really upsetting.
Lingchu vigorously rubbed the little head of Qing Kong, who was also listening with gusto.
He lay down on the lounge chair and looked at the white clouds floating freely above his head, but didn't ask any more questions.
Back then, she never asked about Huan Niang's past, and now she would not take the initiative to ask about her master Duanyi Zhenjun's past.
Everyone has a past, some are warm and bright, and some are cold to the bone.
Whether you say it or not, it all depends on yourself.
Lingchu rarely mentioned his own past, and naturally he would not ask about the past of others.
Right and wrong, love and hate.
The answer lies within everyone.
Lingchu believed that her master, Duanyi Zhenjun, had her own answer in her mind and did not need juniors like them to worry about it.
Therefore, Zhang Xuzhi's topic came to an abrupt end, and she remained calm.
Zhang Xuzhi, on the other hand, felt a little unhappy.
Storytellers also need support, and curiosity is even more important when telling stories.
He claimed to be a master of all things in the Taoist sect of the Three Qing dynasties and a master of all things, and no one could resist the curiosity of the stories he told.
As a result, Junior Sister Mingyue closed her eyes and meditated from beginning to end without saying a word.
Junior sister Lingchu cheered and listened with great interest, but why did she seem to have such curiosity, but not much?
The questioning was neither salty nor light. The first one was full of interest, and the second one was like an old monk entering concentration.
Very fickle!
Zhang Xuzhi was holding his breath. Junior Sister Yu didn't ask further questions, but he still wanted to say it!
"Junior sister, let me tell you secretly, I heard that your uncle is related to the demon clan!"
Is it related to the demon clan?
Lingchu and Qingkong in his arms both pricked up their ears and looked at Zhang Xuzhi in surprise.
After being looked at by two pairs of curious eyes, Zhang Xuzhi suddenly felt relieved and raised his eyebrows proudly, "Why is it so secretive in the sect? Even you, a nephew of the same lineage, know very little about it, what do you think?"
That look was full of meaning.
Lingchu fell silent, with a thoughtful expression on his face, then nodded lightly, and continued to look up at the unpredictable white clouds above his head.
There are dense clouds all day long in Xilu. Where can I see such brilliant blue sky and white clouds?
When Lingchu became conscious, even if she looked at the blue sky during the day and the stars at night, she would never tire of it.
As for the truth, she had no intention of getting to the bottom of it.
Not to mention whether this is something she, a junior, should take care of, but now, to be honest, she has never even met the great uncle, and she really doesn't have much affection for him.
For her now, she has to take a look at the colorful world of the Eastern Continent, return to her sect to break through the realm, and then face the invasion of the demon clan.
That's a first-class event.
Zhang Xuzhi was defeated again. He glanced at Ling Chu several times to confirm that the other party really had no unnecessary curiosity, and finally sighed with regret.
This time, he was not in the mood to tell stories. Instead, he followed the example of his two junior sisters, lying on the rocking chairs and staring at the sky in a daze. Then he silently included Lingchu and Mingyue in his forbidden list of storytellers in the future.
It’s so unfulfilling.
The wind is gentle and the sun is beautiful, and the sky is clear.
The rare peace and tranquility made the three of them quiet down, riding on the magic weapon, basking in the sun and blowing the gentle breeze.
Surrounded by full of pure spiritual power, it was so comfortable that Lingchu felt a little drowsy.
In this way, the three of them were not in the mood to practice at all, and finally returned to the Sanqing Dao Sect a few months later.
The majestic mountain gate remains the same, and the clear mountain peaks remain the same.
The disciples in green shirts walked together, the flying cranes were graceful, and the spiritual plants everywhere were full of vitality.
The rays of light cover the green mountains, and the rhyme of Taoism covers the sky.
The paradise of immortals is as always.
Lingchu and the others got off the Dharma boat and looked at the mountain gate in front of them, which they had not seen for several years. They suddenly felt as if they were in another world.
In front of the mountain gate, there was a man and a woman sitting cross-legged, looking around with burning eyes, especially the sky.
As soon as Lingchu and the others left the Dharma boat and landed in front of the mountain gate, the eyes of the man and the woman lit up and they turned into two streams of light and leaped towards them.
Lingchu looked at the two figures flying towards them in the distance in surprise.
His consciousness swept over him, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Master!"
"Little uncle!"
Zhang Xuzhi: Ask me quickly, ask me quickly!
Lingchu: The weather is really nice today
Zhang Xuzhi: You taste it, you taste it carefully?
Lingchu: It’s a good weather to sleep
Zhang Xuzhi: (╥ω╥`)
Lingchu: ()
