White mist floats in the sky, and clear rain falls.
The rain was still pouring down, Zhuo Feng respectfully sent Bai Yujun to the Shili Pavilion outside the city. He showed great respect to this legendary senior sister, which made the monks in the station deeply curious.
Bai Yujun only stayed for one night and had to leave. Bai Yujun did not dare to be too public in the Central Plains.
This is something that I really can't help. In order to protect General Xing Zhangqi, he smashed the thunder clouds in the sky and killed an unknown number of people. A large number of monks died. At that time, the cultivation world called it an early escape from the tribulation. I don't know how many fellow disciples there were. Relatives and so on hate a certain snake. Of course, if they knew that the snake demon turned into a dragon, they might choose to forget about it.
Monks rarely die after becoming golden elixirs. Unexpectedly, a snake demon in a certain demon elixir stage became a golden elixir killer. I don’t know how many golden elixir monks died miserably. The catastrophe of falling clouds directly caused some small sects to be disconnected.
As for the fact that everything is for human beings who have no choice but to eliminate demons, there is no need to say more. There is only one truth in the world, and that is to have a sharp sword in your hand.
The cold smoke fades the grass on Changting Road, and the drizzle falls.
Zhuo Feng bowed and said goodbye.
"Senior Sister Bai, Peak Master Yu misses you very much. Go back and have a look earlier. By the way, the pangolin has transformed into an iron ball and followed Senior Sister Xu for many years and lived a good life. Lingxu's senior brothers and sisters have been thinking about feeding it pills all day long. Jinxu Senior brother taught it how to forge, but in the end it just wanted to dig holes in the mountains without learning anything."
Mentioning Iron Ball Zhuo Feng shook his head and was speechless. His classmates on the mountain had trained him as Senior Sister Bai, hoping to train him into a legend again.
"Yeah, it's time to go back and take a look. It's been hundreds of years, alas..."
He folded his hands together and bowed, turned around, put on his straw hat and walked into the rain.
Zhuo Feng stood silently looking at the white figure for a long time, and bowed again...
The white dragon headed towards Shenhua Mountain.
For Chunyang Palace, Bai Yujun didn't know how to face it. He fought with demons to the death in Nanyuan Lake for human beings, worked as a doctor to treat injuries and rescued people, and fought alone underwater to deal with water monsters. In the end, he suffered many scars and made great achievements. But he was punished for killing someone who wanted to eat him, and he was even sent to the demon-slaying platform to sacrifice the demon-slaying sword. He really was not from my race, and his heart must be different.
Then he was used as a mascot to suppress the dragon's energy and was imprisoned for two hundred years.
If the master hadn't accepted him as his disciple, I'm afraid it would have been difficult for him to return to Shenhua Mountain. He couldn't say anything, he didn't know how to face the sect, and it was very difficult.
He stopped calling for wind and rain and walked all the way through the dry land towards Huashan Mountain.
I was very confused. Before, I flew into the sky and quickly reached Shenhua Mountain, but I didn't want to go back so quickly. I walked very hesitantly. I had to go back and have a look anyway. After all, without Chunyang Palace, I wouldn't be where I am today.
"Sigh...it's still as simple as a hundred thousand mountains."
Finally, we flew quickly to Shenhua Mountain.
It's better to go back early, or at worst, hurry down the mountain and continue wandering around the world. Anyway, I have been accustomed to wandering for so many years.
The stream of light swept over the mountains and rivers, past the scorching sun and past the white moonlight...
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Thousands of mountains in Huashan, thousands of sorrows and winds and rains.
Flying day and night to the foot of Huashan Mountain, I looked up and saw that the ancient Chinese characters of Shen Huashan on the boulders were still the same as before. It was a bit different from the time when I first left Shiwanda Mountain and came to Huashan Mountain. The mountain road was rugged and the disciples walking back or down the mountain were in a hurry. , many young disciples with low cultivation level who had just entered the mountain gate looked up at the steep mountain road of Huashan Mountain and howled.
"It went around for hundreds of years, and finally it came back."
Shaking his head, he put on his pure Yang Taoist robe, put on his jade crown, tied up his long black hair, and walked up the mountain with a calm mind.
How much it feels like to wander in the world, melancholy and longing for memories.
The sacred mountain remains the same, with gurgling streams and waterfalls depicting cloud waves. All the way up the mountain stream, the beautiful stone steps and pavilions are accompanied by clouds and pines. I think of a little snake spirit hundreds of years ago carrying a box of weapons down the mountain and busy. It was very tiring, but very relaxed. Eating waste elixirs makes you feel happy and worry-free.
Those years were very simple and easy. No one cared about the little snake spirit and enjoyed themselves.
The clouds are misty behind, and there are stone bridges and fish jumping around at your feet. Young disciples are walking up and down the mountain with large bags. When they are tired, they call their friends to sit on the roadside and enjoy the beautiful scenery for half a day. The young men always try their best to attract those young female disciples. Pay attention and show your most handsome side.
At the mid-mountain pavilion, many pilgrims who went up the mountain rested and praised the handwriting on the cliff.
In Qingtan, there are young disciples sitting on the edge of the pool doing pure meditation.
It's great to be young. Although I have become much safer since I became stronger, there are countless troubles that come with it. Only when I was at Shiwandashan was I most careless.
Climb up the stone steps step by step.
for a long time.
In front of the mountain gate, the disciple who was responsible for guarding the gate closed his eyes and remained motionless. Suddenly, he opened his eyes with a feeling and saw a strange fellow disciple coming up from the bottom of the mountain. They looked at each other and found that they didn't recognize him.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw several seniors in the sect who were rarely seen appear in vain.
Chu Zhe stood in front of the mountain gate. Next to him were Yang Mu, Xu Ling and Li Xiangling. The four of them were legendary figures in Chunyang Palace, and there was also a shy little boy. Now they were gathered at the mountain gate waiting for others, or in other words, waiting for Jiao.
Stepping onto the platform in front of the mountain gate, Bai Yujun stopped and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar people.
It has been a hundred years since we met again after all the changes in the world. The past is still fresh in my mind. Bai Yujun smiled, her red phoenix eyes curved into crescents, revealing her white teeth, her smile was very sweet.
The four people opposite also laughed, and the little boy jumped for joy, his forehead nails shining brightly.
Chu Zhe smiled bitterly. He was more stable than he had been many years ago. His face was a little sad, and his black hair was tied up. The difference was that there were two strands of white hair hanging down on his temples, which made him more heroic. He was not old but troubled. White hair, he has never relaxed since he took over the Yuxu lineage, he is too tired.
"Just come back."
The disciples guarding the gate and the disciples passing by looked at the young and beautiful girl curiously and were surprised by her stunning appearance. They wondered when the sect had such a beautiful woman. It is estimated that the Hundred Flowers List will undergo a major adjustment recently...
Walking happily to Qingxu Palace, Xu Ling was chirping, Yang Mu occasionally interjected with a cold face, Li Xiangling stood beside Yang Mu and helped add a few words from time to time, Chu Zhe just smiled and said nothing, and the shy little boy followed Bai Yu The eyes of Le next to Jun were bent into slits, and he wandered past Laojun Palace and arrived at Tai Chi Square.
Tai Chi Square is still lively, with young disciples shouting and competing in competitions.
Crossing Tai Chi Square, passing by the dining room, and walking across the cliff stone bridge, this is a mountain road that has been walked countless times. Every time I go to the dining room to eat, I have to pass this road.
There are many koi in the pond under the bridge, and the number has recovered after not being eaten for many years.
There are also many cranes. Their long legs and long beaks are too hard and taste bad, so they were barely considered a spare food back then.
Qingxu Palace.
Exquisite pavilions, the sky is vast, clouds are blooming, cranes are flying, and the purple air is dense.
On the edge of the cliff, the ancient pine trees that were once wrapped around them and puffed up the mist were still there. Looking at the sea of clouds in the distance was the same as before. When he walked into the familiar hall again, Bai Yujun first looked at the red painted pillars that he often used to sleep around. They were still the same, including the table settings. Nothing has changed.
Take out fresh fruits and put them on the table, light incense and kowtow, burn incense, and the green smoke curls up to the sky...
Enjoy reading, enjoy reading!
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