There are mountains on both sides of the strait. When viewed from the depth, they overlap one another like a painted landscape. When viewed horizontally, they look like twists and turns like a screen.
The mountains are interspersed with pavilions and pavilions, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland.
A familiar scene appeared, and Yan Zhou lowered his eyes in silence.
How could she... come here?
"Ah Zhou, I heard that you were trained by master again today."
A gentle voice appeared behind her.
Yan Zhou's whole body stiffened for a moment, and many memories buried deep in his heart came out.
She turned back to take another look, but found that the face of the woman in green shirt was covered by white mist, making her appearance invisible.
But even if she couldn't see it, she knew who this person was.
Senior sister...
The senior sister of Qingyun Mountain.
"You can't confront them head-on in the future, do you understand?"
She lowered her body and touched Yan Zhou's head gently.
Only then did Yan Zhou realize that his body was shorter.
"But... Senior sister thinks you did the right thing, it was them who scolded Ah Zhou first. Our Ah Zhou... is definitely not the bad boy those elders said..."
"If they dare to bully you again in the future, you can come to Senior Sister, okay?"
After speaking, the woman continued to rub the top of Yan Zhou's hair, as if waiting for her response.
Yan Zhou responded blankly.
"So good."
The woman was very happy, but as soon as she finished speaking, a gust of wind blew her figure away.
Yan Zhou's lips were slightly opened, some words stuck in his throat, and finally he slowly spit out:
"...Chen Lanyin."
The woman's figure turned into white petals, which slapped on Yan Zhou's face.
Pulling off the petals that blocked his view, Yan Zhou subconsciously clenched his fists.
In the boundless pool of blood in front of her, the woman knelt down in it, with several long swords inserted into her body.
The long sword that penetrated the body dyed the entire green shirt blood red, stinging Yan Zhou's eyes.
On the other side of the blood pool, the voices of panicked young people sounded one after another:
"How could it be Senior Sister Chen and not that dead girl Yan Zhou! What should we do? What should we do?!"
"Don't let others know! Deal with Yan Zhou!"
"Yes! We can't let her come out of the secret realm alive!"
…
Senior sister.
division……
Yan Zhou's chest kept rising and falling, and the long-lost anger swept through her body. She stared at the disciples whose faces were also covered by white mist.
In the memory that was deliberately forgotten, the hatred that was engraved in the bones suddenly emerged.
The disciple over there was about to take action when a golden light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
The golden Hongmeng Baoqi long sword slashed towards the disciple.
The disciple managed to avoid it, turned around tremblingly, and looked into a pair of white and red gilded vertical pupils.
The majestic sword energy did not give him a last chance to speak, and the first disciple was directly turned into flying dust by the sword energy.
The remaining three disciples' flesh and blood splattered all over Yan Zhou's face.
The warm blood brought her consciousness back a little bit...
"Monster! You are indeed a monster!"
The male disciple not far away fell to the ground regardless of his manners.
This voice angered Yan Zhou again, and she looked at him coldly:
"You are also an accomplice."
As soon as she finished speaking, she wanted to kill this disciple just like she had killed the previous few.
But his vision blurred, and then everything he looked at turned into boundless darkness.
Yan Zhou let go of the sword in her hand, and the sword flew into her eyebrows and disappeared.
She slowly squatted down, feeling a little dazed.
Consciousness gradually leaves the body...
From an objective perspective, Yan Zhou calmly examined the girl in front of him.
Her hair was messy, her face and body were covered in stinking blood, and she must have looked miserable.
But those golden pupils that condensed hatred and ignorance were so dazzling.
The girl's head lowered lower and lower, and the blood on her body began to turn black, gradually becoming one with the darkness.
Yan Zhou was expressionless and looked at this scene indifferently.
She lingered in hatred, like a prisoner bound by chains, and the fire in her heart became weaker and weaker.
She tried her best to forget all this, and tried to warm her still-warm heart.
Yan Zhou's eyes were sarcastic.
How pitiful...
His consciousness broke away from the darkness and jumped to the main hall made of white jade.
Most of the elders on the high platform, including the sect leader, sentenced the "death penalty" to the girl kneeling in the hall.
The girl didn't look at those people, she just lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.
The elders were furious at the girl's lack of repentance, and their apprentice died under her sword.
How can you not hate it!
She is indeed a bastard, she should not have been adopted in the first place!
Everyone has forgotten Chen Lanyin’s death, after all——
Yan Zhou thought of enjoying herself in pain.
How can a person who started practicing cultivation at the age of twenty, even if his talent is extraordinary, compare to those disciples who have been awarded the talent of Heavenly Spiritual Root since childhood...
Just when the sect leader ordered the girl to be executed to vent public anger, the girl’s master came...
She wasn't surprised.
The girl survived.
The picture changes rapidly, spring passes and autumn comes, and the stars change.
In the past, the girl with black hair and yellow jade eyes, who was looked upon with strange eyes, became a master of swordsmanship, wore a black robe, and became the law enforcement elder of Yunyin Sect.
What happened next was so familiar to Yan Zhou that he lost all interest, just...
She seemed to be waking up.
When leaving here, Yan Zhou heard the gentle and long singing.
What she said a long time ago is a drama from the mortal world.
"She taught me... to accept the lingering hatred... to avoid being spoiled and angry... to rehabilitate myself... to change my temperament...
Let go of love and pass away...turn back from the sea of suffering...enlighten Lan Yin early...
And she insists on... rising up in the whirling... blazing fire... to destroy herself and fall..."
*
Beside the big tree, Yan Zhou suddenly opened his eyes.
What greets you is the rich green of the woods.
There is a dull pain in my head, and everything that just happened is still vivid in my mind. Now it seems... like a dream.
The consciousness in her body came back, and she found that her face was wet...
Yan Zhou wiped it with his hand, and it was tears.
She was silent for a long time, then raised her head and asked Wen Chu, who was meditating with her eyes closed across from her:
"How long have I been asleep?"
When asked, Chu responded warmly: "Five minutes."
Miasma is prone to occur in deep forests.
Five minutes...could it be that what just happened was an illusion?
Just as she was thinking about it, Yan Zhou suddenly felt a surge in her Dantian, a large amount of spiritual energy rushing inside, and the huge impact made her forehead sweat.
She was about to break through.
So Yan Zhou ignored the presence of others, sat down cross-legged, and quickly changed gestures with his hands.
He began to stabilize the surging spiritual energy in his body and concentrated on extracting the spiritual threads.
Huisi was stunned when he saw Yan Zhou's actions, and asked his senior brother in a low voice: "Ask senior brother Chu, does Yan Zhou want to learn Buddhism?"
Wenchu opened one eye, clasped his hands together, and said silently: "Don't say it."
Hearing this, Huisi shut up quietly and continued to meditate.
…
Dots of white light appeared around the young man who was sitting motionless by the tree, and then his eyes became serious.
"Weng" roared, and ripples appeared in the air.
Yan Zhou opened his eyes and felt the rich spiritual energy in the air, which seemed to cleanse the pores and make people feel relaxed.
In the later stage of foundation building, there is still a wall separating us from Dzogchen.
Yan Zhou thought silently in his heart.
You can form elixirs when you find an opportunity in the future.
It was time for her to prepare a place to survive the tribulation. This would definitely not be possible in the mortal world. It would be best to return to Gaia.
The mortal drama mentioned by Chen Lanyin in the article comes from the Cheng School Peking Opera "Suolin Bag"
(End of chapter)
