After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

I don't know how much time has passed, the person on the bed slowly opened his eyes, his vision became clear in the blur, maybe because he had slept for too long, his friend felt throbbing pain in his forehead, and felt dizzy. The cool breeze blew on his face through the window, and the trance consciousness gradually returned.

How did he fall asleep...

Then he remembered something, turned around, but found that there was no one around him.

He stroked his head, frowned slightly, and muttered to himself with some doubts: "Have you left?"

Recalling the happy look of that person last night in his mind, he thought...

Unexpectedly, he just slept like this for one night. This is because his conscience found out that he wanted to let him go, or he left because of something.

But for him, the promise has been fulfilled, and now that he is gone, there is no need for him to stay any longer.

He took a few breaths, got out of bed with a restrained expression, looked around, looked at the monotonous furnishings in the room, and raised his fingertips to caress the cold table.

Given the humble condition of the house, those who didn't know it thought it was in a certain wild mountain village in the Mortal Realm, but he remembered that An Jinnian was indeed brought up from the Mortal Realm by the third lady, and he lived in the Mortal Realm for a while when he was young. Time, maybe this is really what his mortal residence looks like.

However, even if they all fell asleep last night, they wouldn't leave without saying a word.

Thinking of Yan Lin, he exhaled, pushed open the door and walked out. The outside of the house was green and peaceful, and there was a touch of moisture in his breath, which was the smell of morning dew. His mood was like the mountain forest after the rain. The clean rain has washed away wantonly, and it is peaceful and calm that has never been seen before.

The hands beside him clenched into fists.

It's finally over.

He no longer has to worry about waiting for a hundred years, and he doesn't have to look around for answers in a daze. Now he just needs to live simply.

The next moment, he spread out the two glazed scrolls in his right hand and laid them flat on his palm. They were the Shocking Scroll and the Grand Court Scroll. Without the support of the master's spiritual power, they did not have the brilliance of the past at this time. It's just that Lying in the dark.

The dark and deep eyes stared calmly, the bottom of the eyes seemed to be wrapped in something heavy, forbearance and restraint.

But why?

He placed his left hand on his heart.

Why is there still throbbing pain here, as if someone dug something away, empty, daddy is gone, banquet brocade is gone, so what if you return to Haoran Immortal Mansion, no one will wait for him there, he It's like being alone...

Yan Lin just stood in front of the house, his lonely back was on the huge mountainside, like a piece of withered dead branches and leaves, fluttering with no refuge, he could only let himself fall with the wind.

With a shake of his right hand, he put away the scroll in his hand, turned his head, looked at the bamboo house in the mountain, raised his hand, and a transparent barrier covered it.

Although I don't know when the next time we will see each other, but he must come back, so this house should not be eroded by wind and frost.

Then he remembered something, took off the hairpin on his head, his black hair spread out like a waterfall, and the wind blew a few strands of hair on the back of his cheeks, making his whole body a bit softer. He took out the wooden hairpin from his arms, and slid his fingertips across the smooth surface to feel its smooth lines. After a while, he pulled up half of his hair and pinned the wooden hairpin to it.

This is the promise he made to An Jinnian.

Sui turned into a streamer and disappeared in place.

After leaving, the enchantment slowly disappeared, and there was still the last crimson firefly left by a plant not far in front, looming.

Perhaps, he will never know that the person he hated for a long time has long since disappeared.

This world can't find it anymore.

Even more, will not be coming back.

The story of the Antarctic Fairy Sea spread quickly, because almost all the people who went there were wiped out except for a few people who fled back in embarrassment. It was a treasure hunting event, but unexpectedly it turned out to be the Suoming Bridge on Huangquan Road.

But at the same time, the behind-the-scenes instigator has also come to light.

Who would have thought that the master of the Yunjing faction would have such ambitions, not only personally killing his own sister, but also fabricating an unwarranted Taoist spirit, pulling the entire Zhongtian Realm into an endless vortex, Fighting, scrambling, and even killing his own brother who was found to be under investigation, is so cruel that it destroys humanity.

If such a person really ascended, wouldn't it be that the sky has no eyes.

Fortunately, in the end, Sword Ancestor and everyone worked together, and finally cut the villain under the sword, otherwise the heaven would be in danger.

It's just that although the phoenix egg was alive, it also disappeared in this epic battle. No one except those who participated in that battle saw its true face, and the legend became a legend after all.

As a result, the three great immortal sects that flourished in the past have also declined.

Not only did the Yunjing faction lose its only backbone, but it was also charged with the crime of extermination and massacre. It fell from the altar, and the Haoran Immortal Mansion also lost two heirs successively, leaving only one little son, and the only one who retained a number of high-level cultivators. Only the Changtian Sword Sect is the only one whose cultivation level has been greatly damaged.

After this battle, Zhongtian Realm may have to rest for a thousand years before it can restore its previous prosperity.

After Yan Lin left, he did not immediately go to the Changtian Sword Sect to find Shi Yuan, but returned to the Haoran Immortal Mansion. Now only by going back can he appease the scattered people. There are more important things to do than immediately clearing the relationship with someone. Let him do it, he can't let Haoran Immortal Mansion's thousand-year foundation be destroyed.

Originally, he thought that at this point in the matter, things have changed, and his connection with the past may only be the sword pattern on his forehead. Whether it's ten years or a hundred years, there will never be any connection.

Until two years later, a person stepped into the gate of Haoran Immortal Mansion.

Qifengxian Mountain, inside the Yunlan Golden Palace, the person sitting in front of him is wearing a white robe, white hair and white beard, and his face is full of vicissitudes. At this time, he is holding a cup of tea, and the tea lid is lightly rubbing the rim of the cup. Take a sip.

Yan Lin was sitting across from him wearing a dark blue dress that was almost black with golden moiré patterns, his dark eyes were like the sky at night, and a touch of brown in his pupils added a kind of nobility and precipitation to him.

After a period of integration and gathering the scattered hearts, he is no longer the second son who only hid behind Yanjin back then, but the new head of Haoran Immortal Mansion, so he can naturally wear this golden thread blue dress.

He is a junior within the Changtian Sword Sect, but in the Haoran Immortal Mansion, as the mansion master and the person at the helm, he can naturally sit on an equal footing.

Yan Bai, who had been helping him on weekdays, had already walked out of the house and closed the door. The furnishings in the huge golden palace remained the same, but it was very quiet.

Yan Lin looked at the person opposite and said, "What's the matter with the head?"

He looked at Cheng Shuang on the opposite side, and he didn't want to waste time, so he asked directly.

He knew that the Changtian Sword Sect, as the immortal sect with the most strength after the war, not only had to be responsible for the follow-up support and resource issues of the entire Zhongtian Realm, but also deal with various matters of the sect. More trouble.

What actually made him make this trip himself.

Cheng Shuang put down the teacup, raised his hand to stroke his beard, and carefully looked at the young man opposite him with deep eyes. Two years had already faded away from his original vigor and impetuosity, and his whole person became much calmer, but even so, Cheng Shuang There was still a complex coldness in Shuang's eyes.

He wouldn't want to be here if he could.

However, the matter is urgent, but he can't help it.

So he took a deep breath, as if a little tired, but his voice was still majestic and low.

"I'm here just to ask you to do me a favor."

Yan Lin was slightly stunned: "What's the matter?"

Cheng Shuang looked straight at him, his dark and solemn eyes locked on the person opposite, and there was not much emotion on his calm face, he said in a sighing tone: "...It has something to do with Junior Brother."

Junior Brother.

There is only one junior in the entire Changtian Sword Sect who can come to him and has a relationship with him.

Yan Lin lowered his eyes slowly, hiding the momentary loss of focus in his eyes, leaned back, and continued to ask: "You just say it's okay."

Cheng Shuang looked at his expression, and no longer concealed it: "...you know that in the Antarctic Fairy Sea, in order to be able to kill Anhuaiting, my junior brother forcibly raised his realm to the Mahayana stage, and met the catastrophe in full view. .”

In my mind, I recalled the ice field where the purple light filled the sky and roared, the white-clothed swordsman held a black long sword, standing in the sky where black clouds rolled and thunder flashed, the sky was vast, and the thunder calamity shocked the mountains and rivers. The eyes are cold and indifferent, neither sad nor happy, like a god standing above the nine heavens.

Even now, it seems that he can still feel the coercion coming from top to bottom, making people tremble and cannot help holding their breath.

Of course he remembered such a scene.

Yan Lin nodded.

"Yes."

Cheng Shuang paused and continued: "Forcibly raising the realm will undoubtedly hurt the enemy one hundred and self-destruct three thousand. Even though he was in the tribulation stage at that time, the consequences of doing so would be very serious. Not only would his realm drop to the fusion stage , it will also damage the state of mind, and once the state of mind has a loophole, some terrible things will surely take advantage of it."

Yan Lin frowned, as if he understood what he said, but he didn't seem to have touched the layer of paper. His expression was nervous that he didn't even realize.

So what happened to him now?

But if something happened, why didn't the sword pattern on his forehead respond in any way.

Before he could think about it carefully, Cheng Shuang stood up and walked towards him slowly, standing in front of him, looking down at him.

Quiet's gaze was sharp and solemn, and the sharp gaze seemed to be able to see through the eyes to the most secret place in his heart, and the coldness was fleeting.

"For us cultivators, the fall in the realm is not the most terrible thing. What is terrible is that the inner demons can take advantage of it."

Yan Lin's eyes trembled.

Just listen to him.

"...And his demon...is you..."