Heaven is fearless

Mingyi gently landed on the square of Baiyujing, the water-green skirt was like a flower blooming on the clean ground, and in front of it was the lofty palace loft, purple clouds and rainbows pierced through the thin air Arriving here, Bai Yujing is still the abode of immortals high above the dust.

She raised her head, looking at the Taixu Palace in front of her, her eyes were a little dazed.

She was only 17 years old when she left home, trekking through thousands of rivers and mountains, leaving behind all the glory and wealth, and walking into the wind and snow in Kunlun Mountains wearing silk and satin. She struggled from 17 to 20 years old, and experienced countless times of self-doubt, encounter To the days of blizzards, encounters with wolves, encounters with hunger and cold without food...

But she survived, not only survived, but also successfully opened the gate of Taisu Sword Sect.

What a glorious past, a mortal pushed open the fairy gate with his own strength, and gradually became a respected elder in the sect.

But for Mingyi, for her, the time she misses the most is the years when she was just accepted by her master.

She was already 20 years old when she entered the sect, it was too late to open the pulse and lead the qi, and her cultivation was slower than her brothers of the same generation. Qi stage disciples are seven or eight-year-old little luotou.

Naturally, she and those little radishheads have no common language, so she will always just ponder over the exercises and practice quietly by herself.

Dao is lonely, and she actually understood this truth from the very beginning that others may not be able to understand after many years.

But sometimes she also quietly envies those who have companions. Taisu Sword Sect ranks seniority in order of entry, and Ming Yi is exceptionally accepted under the sect master's sect, with only a pair of twin brothers above him.

Said to be a senior brother, but younger than her, both of them are talented geniuses selected among tens of thousands of people, but they have both stepped into the spirit infant realm and formed the Nascent Soul.

Mingyi likes them very much. Unlike her brothers and sisters who are related by blood but she avoids them, these twins are just like the kind of children that all parents wish to have. All with bright light.

Ming Yi often couldn't help taking care of them as younger brothers, and they would return this care appropriately.

Among the twins, the elder brother Ming Xiao is calm and dignified, and the younger brother Ming Xue is unrestrained and stubborn, but every time Ming Xue gets into trouble, it is Ming Xiao who goes out to accept the punishment. Looking at his most proud disciple, even the strict suzerain will Unable to make a move, he could only stare at Mingxue angrily.

Ming Yi once thought that such a day would last for a long, long time, until she heard the prophecy by chance.

No matter how good the prophecy of the Wu Clan was said by others, she would not believe it. Ming Xiao is upright, and it is impossible to become a demon. No matter how deviant Ming Xue is, she also has her own principles in her actions. They are not the kind of people who can do the things in the prophecy.

But she later found out that this prophecy spread so widely that it covered the entire cultivation world, and everyone was secretly watching the pair of twins with a bright future, betting on which of them would become a demon.

Is the prophecy necessarily true?

Ming Yi thought this way countless times afterwards.

"That bullshit prophecy is of course wrong, but I've had enough of their disgusting eyes." After morning class, Mingxue said so while lying on a tall tree branch.

Ming Xiao stood under the tree and looked at him helplessly: "It's fine if you don't pay attention to them, practice yourself, why bother with external affairs."

Ming Yi felt that what Ming Xiao said was very reasonable, if she had to pay attention to everyone's thoughts, then she would have committed suicide long ago because of her own cultivation speed.

Mingxue looked down from the tree branch, Ming Xiao's tall and straight blue figure was completely reflected in those bright black pupils.

"But I hate it when they look at you like you're going to turn your head and give them a sword."

Ming Xiao smiled: "If you say it that way, then I am too."

It's nothing if he didn't say anything, the twins have a sympathetic heart, they often only speak half of what they say, which confuses the observers, Mingyi has long been accustomed to their communication style, and keeps his head down to do his own thing, pretending that there is no one here.

However, she did not expect that this would be the last meeting of the three of them.

Within a few days, the news that Mingxue had made a mistake in her practice and became a demon spread all over the Taisu Sword Sect. Ming Yi rushed back from the mountain, and there was only senior senior brother alone in the courtyard of Taixu Palace.

He was still standing under the big tree where he used to stand, looking up at the tree branch above. There was always a carefree person lying there before, his clothes would always hang down, wobbly like The cat's tail, but at this moment there is only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the treetops.

"...Brother?"

Ming Yi hesitated and called softly, and Daozi under the tree turned his head to look over, his expression was still very calm, he was always so solemn and indifferent in front of others, when he saw that it was her, he paused for a while before showing A little smile came: "You are back."

Ming Yi stood still.

She will never forget that expression for the rest of her life, from surprise to disappointment, such deep emotions are hidden in a small curved smile, his eyes seem to have broken stars in the sky, shining with the last glow, and then he is properly Buried under ice and snow.

She watched him go up step by step, and finally sat on the position of suzerain of Taisu Sword Sect. The tree in Taixu Palace was as green as spring every year. There was once an elder brother waiting under the tree for him to come back. Brother, there is still someone here waiting for his master who can't come back.

Mingyi stepped into Taixu Palace, the young man with wide sleeves and a wide belt under the tree turned his head, a little polite smile appeared on his cold face: "Uncle Shi, you are back."

The tall and straight young man was wearing a long robe that was as clean as plain snow, his long black hair was tied in a high crown, half of it was scattered behind his shoulders, his eyebrows were as handsome as a god's, but between his eyebrows was a vermilion sword like a phoenix feather. His expression is like piles of ice and frost, and there is no shadow of love, hatred or lust in his whole body, as if a handful of snow in Tianshan Mountain has got his way, cold and ruthless, the snow is like jade, and the pines are like emerald green.

But looking at him, Ming Yi seemed to see the person who looked forward to him many years ago.

——The same cold face, the same gentle inside.

Ming Yi took a deep breath: "When did you leave the customs?"

Tu Zhao replied: "Four years ago, not long after you went down the mountain. A Ying passed by Kunlun a few days ago when cleaning the monsters, and brought me some unique spirit stones from the Demon Realm. The warehouse has gone."

Mingyi looked at him, and was surprised to find that he could no longer see through the cultivation of the young man in front of him: "Have you made a breakthrough again?"

Tu Zhao nodded, not hiding anything: "Breakthrough last month."

Sincere joy appeared in Mingyi's eyes: "You are just like your master, you can cultivate very quickly, as if there is no barrier."

When Tu Zhao heard a certain word, his expression was still calm: "Master is a real genius. No matter how much I study his swordsmanship, I still feel that I can't reach the end-speaking of it, is there any news when I go down the mountain this time?"

Mentioning this, Ming Yi lowered his eyes and sighed softly.

Seeing her reaction, Tu Zhao probably knew the result and didn't ask any more questions, but Ming Yi suddenly remembered something: "Your cultivation base is growing rapidly now, and senior brother appointed you to be the next suzerain of Taisu Sword Sect , Zongmen has no opinion on this, but the procedures that should be followed still have to go through. I have already sent a letter to Weilou. The witch master promised to come to Kunlun, and the monsters were all delayed. Now the tide of monsters It gradually subsided, and it was probably time for him to come."

Just like the twins Ming Xiao and Mingxue’s prophecy was made by the previous shaman when divination for the future lord of the Taisu Sword Sect, although it is difficult to accept emotionally, Ming Yi knows that this is not the person who made the prophecy No mistake, when you arrive at Tu Zhao, you still have to invite the witch master to come over - I don't know when this rule came into being, anyway, the whole cultivation world will invite the witch master to take a look when the master changes.

Tu Zhao raised his eyebrows: "Major Witch... I have heard from Master that he is always sick in bed, isn't he?"

"Yes, most of the witch masters of the Wu clan have been like this. The more talented they are, the sicker they are. Now this Xingjun is often so sick that he can't get out of bed. You have been to the dangerous building, and you should know that the people of the Wu clan look at him. It's like looking at the eyeball."

Tu Zhao recalled the only time he went to a dangerous building more than ten years ago, and couldn't help but pause for half a second: "Indeed."

Ming Yi shook his head: "You haven't seen the battle when he went out... The Wu people can't wait to move the whole dangerous building out for him. Bai Yujing can't fit his luggage. There is a mountain behind the main peak. remember."

Tu Zhao thought for a while: "The mountain where no one lives?"

The corner of Mingyi's mouth twitched: "That's specially reserved for the shaman to live in when he comes to Taisu Sword Sect."

A mountain is used to accommodate the witch master, his clansmen and luggage...

Tu Zhao thought for a while, but there was no wave in his heart, and he was not surprised by this at all.

"Speaking of which, it seems that no one has ever mentioned the name of the Witch Master?" Tu Zhao asked with some doubts as his thoughts wandered.

Ming Yi said: "Because there is no need to remember, the witches communicate with the stars, and they are good at divination and other alchemy. It seems that when it is Tianhengxing's turn, others call him Tianhengxing Lord."

Tianheng Xingjun...

Tu Zhao said the name twice, and suddenly felt a little familiar, as if he had heard the name somewhere.

Ming Yi waved his hand: "Let's not talk about this, I have to go down the mountain tomorrow, the monsters near Kunlun are almost cleared up, I will go around again, and I can almost come back before the witch master, you should also prepare well, you go up the mountain Afterwards, things happened frequently, and I didn't give you a proper apprenticeship ceremony..."

Tu Zhao watched Ming Yi turn around and hurried out of Taixu Palace, looked away, and looked at the big tree with luxuriant branches and leaves in front of him.

He remembered that when the demon cultivator possessed by the swordsman of Tiandaomen wanted to kill him, the master threw a magnolia branch from afar to block the blow.

That branch of magnolia came from this tree.

The branches and leaves on the treetop spit out verdant green, and small flower buds were dragged on the branches. Looking at the light purple and white flowers, Tu Zhao slowly lost his mind again.

I don't know if the next time the flowers bloom, I can wait until Master comes back...

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The walls of the cold dark room were covered with thick layers of ice. A young man in a deep purple cloak held onto the wall with one hand and slowly moved in. His face was snow-white and his lips were blue. He looked like he was just recovering from a serious illness. A thick ring of down on the cloak stuck to his chin, hiding half of his face in the down.

Even so, it can't stop the elegant and gentle face.

He walked forward a few steps. The room was wide and there seemed to be no roof above. A few chains the size of an adult's arm protruded from the void, extending from all directions, bound a huge iron coffin in the middle, and made it hang in the air. The coffin had no cover, the young man stretched out his hands to grab a chain, and he rose into the air like a light bird spreading its wings, and flipped to the side of the coffin lightly.

This action made his face look ugly again.

Then he stretched out his hand and patted the wall of the coffin. The heavy echo echoed in the room, and the young man's face changed subtly.

"I just said, let them use iron and wood as a place to place people, why don't they make a bed and a coffin?" Tiandao asked the law consciously.

Law was silent for a while, and tentatively replied: "Probably... because the box is more suitable for storing things?"

Tiandao was a little speechless: "People can't be regarded as things, right?"

The law argued hard: "Then it's not okay to say that people are not things."

Tiandao paused, and changed the subject: "I still think the bed is more normal."

The law murmured: "If iron wood is used to store the body and cultivate the soul, it should be as far away from the soil as possible. Although the coffin is hung with chains, it looks gloomy, but it can be understood at any rate. Hanging a bed... that's not it. Stranger."

Tiandao thought about the scene and had to admit that it seemed a little strange.

"What about the son of luck?" Tiandao, who was beaten back twice in a row, found that the law's choking skills seemed to be getting better and better, and quickly changed the subject again.

"...I don't know." The law is a little guilty, "Well, I would have found the son of luck and try to condense the avatar near him, but you used the avatar of the witch lord to save the sword master... Anyway, I can't find it. I have come to the son of luck who is closer to you, there seems to be one in the mortal world, but that one is closer to the son of Buddha... Ah, there is also a ghost."

——To sum up, none of them are suitable for the incarnation of the witch master.

After thinking for a while, Tiandao took a look into the coffin and sighed: "Then go to Kunlun to solve the divination for Tu Zhao, and then come back and change the incarnation of the ghost king to see the situation of the lucky son of Guixu."

In the dark iron wooden coffin, a young man with eyes like ice and snow was sleeping. He was dressed in white with big sleeves, and there was a silver-blue sword pattern on the center of his brow. He was lying in the coffin, as if he had fallen into an eternal sleep.