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The blue sky is bright, and the peaks are filled with thin light in the morning, but it cannot penetrate the long-lasting mountain fog among the green mountains, and the deep valley is covered by a haze, as quiet as death.

suddenly—

A man's scream sounded in the valley, shaking the forest birds.

A person and a sedan chair looming in the distant clouds and mist followed the trail and flew towards them.

In the shade of the valley, weeds are overgrown, and the mountain hunter, who is still in shock, sits down in embarrassment. The middle-aged Taoist priest who fell first pushed aside the blood-stained grass leaves, revealing the horrible woman who looked like a corpse on the folded grass quilt. After a long time, he said to the blue sedan chair that fell quietly beside him, "It's her."

Orion came back to his senses and said incoherently, "...it's not me, it's not me, I didn't kill her... No, it has nothing to do with me, she was already like this when I saw her..."

"I know." A leisurely male voice came from the sedan chair, and his voice was as bright as the morning light shining into Orion's heart, and all the haze and panic evaporated from the sun.

With a corner of the bamboo curtain slightly exposed, a porcelain vase was thrown and fell into the arms of Orion. The person in the sedan chair said again, "Hold it to suppress the shock, and go down the mountain."

Orion's eyes fell on the simple green sedan chair, only to find that the sedan chair was engraved with the emblem of the Xiaoyao School, and the bull's eyes widened, "You, you, you are——"

The Taoist who probed the wound tapped the Guan acupoint on the woman a few times, and glared at him, "Hurry up and go down the mountain, if you don't want to cause trouble, forget everything you saw in the valley, whether it's this woman or the two of us, it's best Don’t say a word. Otherwise, I’m afraid it will lead to death.”

Orion shivered all over, covered his mouth and nodded violently, finally glanced at the man in the sedan chair who refused to show his face, regretted, and scrambled away.

After the outsiders left, the bamboo curtain on the green sedan chair was slowly rolled up, revealing the handsome face behind the curtain that could compete with the sun and the moon.

The dying woman in the grass just opened her eyes, and saw the black-haired man in the sedan chair looking towards her in a hazy vision, her eyes lit up, but when she wanted to get up, she touched her wound instead, gasped heavily, and her face was distorted in pain.

She covered her face with one hand, as if she didn't want the man to see her ugliness, and said with a wry smile, "...to see you...before I die...I have no regrets."

A word was spoken intermittently, extremely weak.

"Look at you, why bother?" The middle-aged Taoist expressed regret when he saw that the Pingting female nun who looked so stunning at Huafeng looked like a withered old man.

The female cultivator could no longer tolerate others in her ears and eyes, and looked at the man in the sedan chair, as if she remembered the day when she saw Xiaoyao Terrace. The man had a plain face and black hair, and he played a song in the wind, attracting thousands of birds to linger. , a young phoenix landed on the man's shoulder, holding the man's temples in his mouth, the man remained motionless, as if blending into the mountains and standing upright from ancient times, with a leisurely demeanor, I don't know how many female cultivators who came to congratulate him.

The middle-aged Taoist slid past the obsessed female nun, shook his head and clicked his tongue twice. His master uncle is really a sin, a sin, and whispered, "... I am wrong at first sight."

It's pitiful, how many girls fell in love by mistake and ended up miserable, no wonder his little uncle didn't like to show his face more and more.

"...I have found the male mirror, but unfortunately I haven't seen your lost Nascent Soul."

Xiyuan's lips parted slightly, and seeing the disapproval in his eyes, the female cultivator regained a bit of anger in her heart, she turned around and said first, "I know what you want to say...you don't have to feel guilty, I am willing to help you. Ever since you were plotted against by those villains, a Nascent Soul was lost along with the Mirror of Two Lives, and the end is approaching. How could I bear to watch you fall... Unfortunately, I only found one side, and I didn't see the Nascent Soul, but you can do nothing for it. It’s okay to run around with everything.”

Before the two could express their opinions, the female cultivator continued, "...I led the pursuers away by myself and let my son escape with the female mirror..."

Facing her beloved's mention of her parent and child, the female cultivator felt a little embarrassed, especially this son was born with disgust and disgust in order to get close to the mirror holder to gain trust, and there was a hint of indifference in his words, "...it was the one who passed by before. In the ruined temple, I asked him to dress up as a beggar and mix in with a group of homeless men, wearing a lotus root pink dress...about...seven...years old..."

It didn't take long for the female cultivator to speak quickly, and the female cultivator's anger gradually dissipated, and a dead air climbed onto her face.

A pair of beautiful eyes like clear water and autumn waves are still firmly locked on the man in the sedan chair.

But fate is merciless, after all, he is unwilling to close his eyes.

Xiyuan sighed softly, "It's my cause."

"Ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai , it is also her fault that such a disaster has happened, so what has it to do with you? Besides, I no longer feel sympathetic to her after hearing her entrust the mirror of disaster to her young parents and her indifferent tone. These women, when they encounter feelings, they turn bad , Do not recognize sisters, abandon husband and son, tsk tsk."

"The dead are the greatest, so don't say any more." Xi Yuan gave his nephew a look, stopping his complaints.

"...Finally killed her." Xi Yuan raised his palm, and the female cultivator's body was cleansed and restored to its former glory.

The nephew clicked his tongue again.

The bamboo curtain fell slowly again, covering the face that confused the world.

Xiyuan picked up the guqin beside him, put it on his lap, and played a farewell note as his fingertips passed over.

The sound of the bamboo curtain is blowing, and the guqin is listening to the waves. At this time, there is no trace of the invisible edge that once killed people. The melodious sound of the qin hides thousands of charms.

The wind dissolves the lingering, and the sound spreads for hundreds of miles.

The startled forest birds returned to their nests with admiration, falling on the branches and bushes, huffing and clapping to cover the roof of the sedan chair, their wings fluttering, and the leaves and grass rustling.

The sound of nature merges into the sound of the piano.

The nun's eyelashes trembled, her frowning brows stretched, and she left peacefully.

The nephew and nephew imagined the appearance of the uncle in the sedan chair through the bamboo curtain. Whether it is the concentration and seriousness of playing music with his head down, or the detached elegance with black hair hanging down, or the vertical and horizontal strings with well-defined long fingers, every move must be perfect. Pull people's hearts and souls.

Even he, who has been immune to masculinity all day long, feels a little tight in his throat just by imagining it, no wonder he has provoked so many idiots.

Ugh……

He, the master uncle who is unparalleled in the sky and unparalleled in the earth, clearly regards everything as floating clouds and treats them equally, but this ray of compassion for all things in the world is not shallow...

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In the ruined temple among the green hills.

A seven-year-old child opened his eyes from the haystack, the beam of light from the broken tiles shone on his small gray face, and the owner of the face raised his hand to cover his eyes.

The immature little palm made him frown slightly, just as he wanted to get up, his whole body was in pain, his internal organs seemed to be twitching, and he lowered his eyes to look at himself.

A woman's dress and the dazzling lotus root pink made the creases between his eyebrows deepen. He opened the clothes, and the skin underneath was covered with bruises. The other hand was unconsciously still clutching a money bag. The bag was cut at the mouth, and the inside was already empty.

Obviously, the child was beaten to death for money.

After a stick of incense, Lu Hanshuang tidied up her appearance, discerning that the little boy was a boy, her complexion paled after being overcast for a long time.

He touched the hard mirror-like outline in the interlayer of the underwear, and was a little surprised.

The male mirror should be a treasure that everyone is fighting for, how could it fall on a lonely boy?

It's a pity that Duoshenshe has no memory of the boy, so he doesn't know the inside story.

Lu Hanshuang fastened his clothes, walked out of the ruined temple, walked a section of deserted mountain road, and saw a passing tea shop.

Passers-by in the shop set up tables in twos and threes, lighted a few plates of game, drank a sip of tea, talked and spittled.

Lu Hanshuang didn't go there rashly, and sat cross-legged behind a bush, listening to all kinds of gossip and anecdotes after dinner.

Apart from the recent turmoil, the most frequently entered and exited population is the word "Xiyuan Shangxian".

"... Sigh, I haven't seen a sage walking in the world with his true face for many, many years." A burly male cultivator who was five years old and three thick said in a regrettable tone that he was rarely seen in the world. I take it for granted.

"The happy event is coming soon, and I don't know if I will be lucky enough to see Shangxian again."

Some young rookies who are just getting involved in the journey of cultivating immortals are puzzled, "...Is the Xiaoyaohui held by that famous qin cultivator sect? What kind of person is Xiyuan Shangxian? Is Shangxian Shangxian ascended? What? Will it stay in the world?" The newcomer scratched his head, "That, doesn't it mean that no one has ascended for a thousand years?"

The bystanders laughed loudly, "Hey, hey, when I saw this stupefied young man, I remembered how stupid I was back then."

Someone was there to explain the confusion, "This immortal, it was called by those nympho female cultivators earlier, and later followed Xiyuan Shangxian to reach the summit, so the world respects him by this, not everyone dares to scream, Only a god like Xiyuan Shangxian can afford such a great reputation."

Others responded jokingly, "Yes, yes, this is the only one, there is no semicolon."

When talking about Xi Yuan, who has been sought after by countless people, it is inevitable to mention his background.

"...Speaking of Shangxian Xiyuan, he is really a mysterious man."

"Since the beast god died and the dragon god returned to seclusion, the world was in chaos for a while, and Xiyuan was born with a vision in the troubled times. I can still remember the sunset at the western mountain, the red clouds burning the sky, like pouring blood and water all over the sky , making people feel flustered. The west sea was violently windy, the waves beat the shore, and a ray of golden light fell from the sky and fell on the beach. Born and raised."

The newcomers are amazed, so bizarre?

"Countless great powers came and saw the gold seal hidden between the foreheads of the fetal spirits in Xiyuanzi's mansion. They were born with immortality. Difficulties are precious, but the powerful people dare not take him as a disciple easily, for fear of accidentally misleading others, and the karma involved will be difficult. Later, the unruly head of the Xiaoyao Sect did not fear his immortal life and led Xiyuan into the Tao."

With a sigh, the speaker secretly gritted his teeth again.

"Xiyuan's outstanding talent is unique in the world. How many geniuses and romantic figures of the same generation have a deep hatred in their hearts. They are covered by Xiyuan's light and dare not fight for the front."

"Wow~" The newcomer felt sympathetic to the monk who was of the same generation as Xiyuan Shangxian just by listening to it, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the speaker's expression, knowing that this was also a poor little person who was covered by the light of the Shangxian and lived in the shadows.

"...Xiyuan cultivated at a fast speed all the way. When he first formed the alchemy, his dantian was divided into two, which shocked the world. Later, he became the only twin-infant monk in history, breaking all the records of cultivation in the past and present. Since one of Xiyuan's Yuanying disappeared, it was only a short period of time. For more than a hundred years, despite such shortcomings, he still crossed the realm of transforming gods, and successively broke through the three realms of refinement, fusion, and Mahayana.

Not far away, Lu Hanshuang lowered his eyes, and asked that he had been lurking in China for more than ten years now, and the flow of time on both sides was out of sync.

"What do you mean, it's definitely true." A monk next to him heard his sips one by one, clearly concealing jealousy, and said to the little newcomer with a smile, "The radiance of the gods is too bright, which makes the world dim, and many men who pretend to be noble are not good at it." I am willing to praise him as an immortal, because he is a sound repairer, with a murderous Guqin 'Tingtao', respect him as 'Qin Emperor'."

The newcomers are still a bit puzzled, "...Although the beast god in history has passed away, there is still a dragon god still alive, why the No. 1 in the world falls on the head of Xiyuan Shangxian?"

"The Dragon God lives in seclusion all year round. If you don't mention it, I almost forget about him." The humane said, "As far as the reason is concerned, it's probably because the world has only seen Xiyuan Shangxian's peerless demeanor, shocking character and learning, and was not lucky enough to meet him." See Dragon God's sake."

"Is it true that no one has seen the Dragon God?"

"The Dragon God returned to hermitage with only two attendants. In order not to disturb his old man's cleanliness, most people in the world don't know the place where the Dragon God lives. Naturally, they can't find it anywhere. However, since Shangxian Xiyuan was appointed to guard the forbidden place in his early years, he will It is necessary to send disciples to visit the Dragon God on a regular basis, without interruption."

Lu Hanshuang, who was in the shadow of the bush, didn't know what to think, she subconsciously grabbed the bush next to her palm, was stabbed by a sharp thorn, looked down at the bloody hole in her palm, and was slightly lost in thought.Listening to the other side said again, "...Except for the two attendants, probably only Shangxian Xiyuan and his disciples have the opportunity to meet the true face of the Dragon God."

Lu Hanshuang raised her eyes, opened and closed her lips, and silently recited the word "Xiyuan".

Although he didn't plan to clean up the door, whether he wanted to get close to Bai Yu or learn about the "Book of Heaven and Earth" that was originally enshrined in the forbidden area, this amazing-sounding character was the only entry point.