After the abandoned white moonlight was reborn

Flash forward more than 400 years.

Xie Yu went back to Jianzong first, and the beautiful fire bird floated over: "Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi!"

All the blessings of the immortal, and Yongkang, the immortal.

The fire sparrow came galloping, and Heidou's eyes were full of joy: "Chichi."

You are back.

Xie Yu hesitated: "Firebird?"

It became more beautiful, its body was light and elegant, and its tail feathers were like a cluster of burning flames.

The fire sparrow and fierce bird acted coquettishly, dawdling around Xie Yu non-stop, and said proudly: "My lord, I have taken care of Xiaozefeng very well." All well taken care of.

It held its head high, eyes full of anticipation.

Xie Yu was silent for a while, leaving for hundreds of years, Xiao Zefeng was still the same as before.The palm, which was so white that it was somewhat crystal clear, rested lightly on the firefinch's head, smoothed down the feathers, and said in a cool and soothing voice, "Very well done."

Huoque reluctantly rubbed a few times, and asked Xie Yu cautiously: "Xianjun, do you want to stay for two days when you come back this time?" It has learned to speak human words, but the voice is still immature and milky.

The owner has been very busy, coming and going.

Xie Yu just came back to take a look. He remembered that in his previous life, Lian Dong had sent Demon Lords to study in the Immortal Realm, and there was one from the Sword Sect. After finishing this matter, he would go to Liangjie Mountain.

He and Yuan Si have already made an appointment.

Flamingos are sensible birds.It twisted its buttocks, and brushed all its feathers to light up. The blood of the weak Suzaku has been fully stimulated. The red feathers are fluffy and soft, glowing with a hazy golden light. mystery.

It flew under the peach blossom tree, full of shame, lively and pompous: "Master, you go! I will guard the house for you!"

Xie Yu's pupils moved, and his hands under his robe trembled slightly: "You don't have to."

Xiao Zefeng, he basically never came back.

Most of the monks live in no fixed place.

Huoque tilted his head: "But I want to guard the house for the master."

It is just a house-watching bird, "I am happy to guard the house for my master." If the master can often go home and look at it, its bird life will be perfect.Xiaozefeng used it for the offerings of spirit stones and spirit fruits every year, and every time he went out, he would be fed by a large number of Jianzong disciples.

No worries about eating and drinking, no worries about happiness.

Xie Yu took out a small golden ball, which was hollowed out, and there was a bell inside. He said concisely: "A gift."

The ball is beautiful, and it rings and sparkles.

Birds also like bright things. Firefinch stretched out its two legs, ran over, and played with the ball on its head for a long while, while Xie Yu watched from the side, leaving only after dark.

After he left, Huoque was still unsatisfied, and the jingling bells rang all night on Xiaoze Peak.

Shui Wushuang covered her ears: "It's not stopping."

The bell is not extraordinary, not only Xiao Zefeng, Ling Xuefeng echoed the sound of the bell, he glanced at Feng Ciyue at the side, "Don't you like quiet the most?" Why don't you ignore the bird on Xiao Zefeng.

If others dared to play so recklessly, they would have been thrown out of Xiao Zefeng long ago, "It's him again, isn't it!"

Xie Wushuang, Xie Wushuang... Xie Wushuang is about to become the shadow of his life.

More than 400 years of companionship day and night, people are not grass and trees, how can they be ruthless, besides, Shui Wushuang is a sensitive and weak person, Feng Ciyue has spoken softly to him these years, and those cold eyes fell on him Always two minutes more temperature.He had some delusions that he shouldn't have: "I have a headache."

The boy knelt down in front of Feng Ciyue, "Can you ask that bird to play with it later?"

This request is not outrageous, and it can even be said to be reasonable.

Feng Ciyue looked at Shui Wushuang.

He changed into normal clothes, and the three thousand black hair was tied up with a green hairpin. He said with a youthful air, "Shuang'er." His deep voice was numb to the ear, and he pinched the boy's chin with his two fingers. The skin touched, giving people a kind of tenderness. Even though Shui Wushuang kept admonishing himself, he still indulged in it. The young man moved closer, his lips moved slightly, "Pay attention to your identity."

Shui Wushuang woke up suddenly, her face suddenly pale.

400 years, 400 years, not to mention Xie Wushuang, he even compares to a bird raised by Xie Wushuang, his lips quivered a few times: "I..."

Feng Ciyue withdrew her hand, her heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

... Wushuang is back.

He didn't dare to go, he forcibly pulled his mind back, and glanced at Shui Wushuang again, but it was useless.

No use at all.

He doesn't like this Shui Wushuang.

Shui Wushuang felt a chill down his spine, and suddenly felt a heavy killing intent.He looked up blankly, looking at the person he had been with for more than 400 years, with disbelief and sadness in his eyes.

He wants to kill him?

Just because Xie Wushuang came back?

Then...then what are these 400 years?

400 years, enough for Shui Wushuang to understand Feng Ciyue.

He really wanted to get rid of him.

Feng Ciyue didn't have too many thoughts, he just felt that the waste should be disposed of.There is no one who can become a Taoist Monarch Immortal Venerable...except for the Ruthless Dao.

Shui Wushuang became obedient, and said in a low voice: "I'm offended. I, I feel a little uncomfortable, so I'll go down first."

Feng Ciyue was thinking about Xie Yu, but when she heard the words, she just responded lightly: "En."

Shui Wushuang withdrew. After all these years, Feng Ciyue did not treat him badly, and took out a magic weapon to conceal his breath. He escaped from Jianzong overnight, and Feng Ciyue would really kill him.

Xie Yu was also in Jianzong at that time.

He was looking at the magic mirror in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Whether there is a demon king in Jianzong."

There were water-like ripples on the magic mirror, and a word gradually emerged: "None."

In the previous life, many immortals in the world of cultivating immortals were replaced by demons. They were caught off guard when they were killed, and the demons even attacked directly.The major sects suffered heavy losses, and the lives of the Canglan were devastated. This was the biggest catastrophe since several tides.

Without the Demon Lord, it really is different from the previous life.

Xie Yu knew long ago that there would be changes, so he wasn't too disappointed.

The golden light flashed on the Shenji mirror again: "It's my turn to ask you."

Xie Yu looked at the Shenji mirror quietly, he is not a divination person, he cannot use the Shenji mirror like Shen Chungui, he can only make unequal exchanges.He asked Shenjijing one question, and Shenjijing would ask him five.

You must answer truthfully, or you will be struck by lightning.

A few words appeared on the Shenji Mirror: "You already knew that only one person can go out of the Shenji Gate, right?"

Xie Yu walked out of Jianzong, he looked back, and after another 400 years, Jianzong was as majestic as ever: "Yes."

He knew from beginning to end that only one person can go out of the Shenji Sect.

It has not come out for tens of thousands of years, how does this person know.

Shenjijing: "How do you know?"

Xie Yu said calmly, "Shen Chungui told me."

In fact, there is no need to rush through the door of the magic machine, and there is no need to pass the final level, it is all set by him.

It was he who drove Shen Chungui crazy and wanted him to die.

How can it be?

Shenji mirror sneered, thinking that this person didn't know how powerful it was, however, after a few breaths, everything was calm.

Xie Yu told the truth.

Shenjijing was silent for a while: "When did Shen Chungui tell you?"

Xie Yu continued to answer, "In a thousand years."

Still outrageous, but still true.

Shenjijing felt that Xie Yu obviously only answered part of the answer. He was telling the truth but concealed the important part, and the words on the golden color gradually turned red: "Qiu Lingjun went to guard the ghost city, and Shen Chungui took the Shenjijing for you. Is it the result of your deliberate calculations?"

Xie Yu hummed.

Just huh?

This man is so vicious.

The words on the Shenji mirror turned completely blood red: "Are you vicious?"

Xie Yu paused, he felt that Shenjijing was quite childish.But this question is actually not easy to answer, vicious?What he did to Qiu Lingjun and Shen Chungui was indeed deliberate revenge.

After two breaths, he said helplessly, "Not vicious."

Shenjijing became excited, this time it must be a lie.

……

The magic mirror is a magic tool, which communicates yin and yang, understands the principles of heaven, and rules for eternity.

What Xie Yu said was still the truth.

Shenji mirror was really silent.

The mirror spirit came out, it didn't understand: "You are not vicious?"

Xie Yu didn't reply this time, he said, "The five questions have been passed."

"You know Shenjijing very well." Jingling affirmed, "But why aren't you vicious?"

There is no why.

Xie Yu changed hands and sealed Shenji Jing, not giving Jing Ling any time to speak.

……

It is still Liangjie Mountain.

The elders of various sects have joined the battle, and the world of cultivating immortals cannot really sit back and watch Liangjie Mountain fall.

Huang Yao bit the root of the grass, and quickly spat it out again: "That group of stinky demon cultivators." The demon cultivators eroded and polluted the vegetation in the Liangjie Mountains. He felt very uncomfortable. The nephew who was pulled aside, snatched his wine, and took a few sips before letting out a sigh of relief, "It's great!"

Huang Zui: "..."

Just fucking speechless, this is his Yanmijiu.

Huang Yao glanced at Huang Zui, who was humming angrily: "I'm stingy, I just drank a couple of sips." He made a gesture to throw it back, "At worst, I'll give it back to you."

Huang Zui had a cold expression on his face. He has many problems, and cleanliness is one of them: "I don't want it anymore." He smiled, "I will honor you as a nephew."

Huang Yao smiled and showed his white teeth: "You son of a bitch, you still pee and play with mud when you wear open crotch pants. You don't urinate enough, so you have to ask me..."

"Huang Yao!" Huang Zui interrupted Huang Yao, and said to the few people with pricked ears, "Nonsense, nonsense!"

Yi Luoling grinned: "I don't believe it."

Enlightenment clasped his hands together: "I can't see that Huang's benefactor was also an 'innocent' person."

Qin Miaomiao laughed with all kinds of emotions: "It's all the past, you don't have to remember it too much."

Huang Zui's face turned green, and he became angry from embarrassment: "Huang Yao, I will fight you to the death today!"

After so many years of mixing, they are very familiar with each other, and Huang Yao is even more vulgar when joking around.

The last checkpoint of Liangjie Mountain is Yueguan Gorge.

In the past, Taoist Ling Wei died here.

A ray of light fell on the Yueguan Gorge, and Huang Yao, who was still smiling, suddenly turned ugly, and Hua Hong left without saying a word.The battle is still going on, the deep slit-shaped canyon is barren of grass, and the spiritual blood of the monks of both immortals and demons is scattered in the air, speckled.

The warning elders also came to fight.

There is a risk of falling if you come to join the war, especially for an elderly monk like him.The knife on the warning's chest was lingering, blood was pouring profusely, and his eyes were slack, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

His seniority is very high, even older than Ling Xun, but unfortunately, his talent is limited, and he really can't pass the threshold of Xianzun. After several tides, he didn't know how many demon cultivators he killed. Now he died in the battle of Liangjie Mountain, which is considered a worthy death .

Huang Yao has a very good relationship with Xianjing. He was rebellious when he came to Jianzong in the early years, and it was Xianjing who brought his temperament back bit by bit.He is also the one who Xijing has cared about the most these years, and wants him to take over the position of the Sword Sect Law Enforcement Hall: "Old guy, why did you get hacked?" He pressed his hand on the wound of Xijing, instilling spiritual power with all his strength, but his hand was bright red, " This blood, how can this blood not be stopped?"

To Huang Yao, the warning is both a teacher and a father.

The warning officer had an unkind face, even to the point of death he still remained rigid: "I'm going to die." The saber energy pierced through his heart, and even the sea of ​​consciousness was split in half. He couldn't live anymore .

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Huang Yao lowered his head, the handsome uncle with a slovenly face was unshaven, "You'll be fine, I'll take you home right away." The bright red blood still couldn't stop, and the man who was pretending to be calm suddenly collapsed , cursing in his mouth, "You old man, you are dying, why don't you take care of yourself in the Dragon Palace, why do you come to Liangjie Mountain? Do you think us young people are useless! Why do you come to Liangjie Mountain? Boundary Mountain!"

Because his lifespan is numbered.

Rather than dying of old age in Jianzong, it would be better to come to Liangjie Mountain to fight and die. Only then did the warning show a gentle look: "The tide is uncertain, the demon realm is not peaceful, sword cultivator, how can sword cultivator die of old age in the sect?"

Huang Yao caught blood on his hands, and tears welled up in an instant: "But you have fought for Canglan all your life, and you are covered with old wounds. You are old, so what's wrong with living in Jianzong for the elderly?"

He knew that Liangjie Mountain needed them to guard it, and he was willing to guard it, but wouldn't it be enough to fight for a lifetime?Do you have to confess your life here?He won't come back when he's old, enough, enough.

"I thought the same way when I was young." Warning that he was very calm when he was young, and those who were radical in Liangjie Mountain are all dead, so he can survive and live for so long, "Later, later...it changed .”

When you see generations of high-spirited disciples go to Liangjie Mountain and never come back, you will not want to retire.He would think that if he went to Liangjie Mountain, these young people would survive a few more.

The warning didn't say much, he looked at Huang Yao: "You know my wish."

Huang Yao is a person who follows his heart and mind, and doesn't care about the world at all.

In his eyes, right and wrong are clear.

"They all say that you are dissolute, generous, and even ignorant of flattery."

"I don't think so."

"You are a good boy. You have a clear mind and stick to your heart. The same is true. I want to hand over the Law Enforcement Hall to you."

"Everyone says I'm strict, you bastards call me 'ghosts' in private, what do you think I don't know. The new disciples are still impetuous when they come, thinking that they will be invincible after entering the sect... To sharpen their minds, no one will be late for the morning class."

The warning voice gradually lowered, "Huang Yao, I will leave the Law Enforcement Hall to you from now on."

"I do not want!"

"Get up, you old man!"

"Your poor law enforcement hall is not willing to enter, so why leave it to me!"

The warning closed its eyes.

The old man had a kind face, with a slight smile on his mouth.

Warn the elders, fall.

"Ahhhh!"

When Xie Yu came, Huang Yao's voice resounded through the Moon Pass.

Seeing the warning that he had died in battle, he nodded his head slightly to express his condolences. A sword glow came quietly with the frost and snow, and he dealt with the nearest demon cultivator. He called softly: "Yuan Si."

After 400 years.

Yuan Si regained consciousness, the shadow of a jet-black sword emerged, and Zang Feng reappeared in Ziliangjie Mountain.

Liandong held Shake Snow, her expression turned cold: "Back, back!"

He was worried that Xie Wushuang would strike again.

Moyu can't afford to lose.

Xie Yu only came to Liangjie Mountain once, but everyone knew his name.

"Thank you Wushuang!"

"Thank you Wushuang!"

"he came……"

"Run, run."

Xie Wushuang is a lunatic, he didn't even make a fuss about killing people.

The vast army of the Demon Realm retreated from Yueguan, and amidst the roar of the waves, a translucent young man walked out of the Tibetan front, dressed in blue, ethereal and clear.

He approached the black-haired and white-robed monk, and said softly, "Are you here to pick me up?"

Xie Yu's eyes warmed up: "Yes."

I'm here to pick you up.

Lonicera watched this scene.

He saw ease and softness in Xie Yu's eyes, and the two of them were very close, almost rubbing each other's ears.The heart seemed to be poked by a sharp object, and the pain was so painful that it was suffocating.

That person was very different to Xie Yu.

"Retreat." Liandong didn't know Xie Yu's strength, he turned his head and didn't look at it anymore, "Retreat [-] miles, and think about it in the long run."

From this day on, there will be no more large-scale wars in Liangjie Mountain.

After fighting for more than 100 years, it's time to stop, and both parties need to cultivate.

Huang Yao buried the warning elder in Yueguan Gorge, and then disappeared.

The world of cultivating immortals is still peaceful today.

Ten years have passed since that day, after Jianzong rectified himself, he recruited a group of new disciples, and the new disciples had to attend morning classes for two years as usual.

Huang Zui, Yi Luoling, Zhao Zaishui, the disciples who had just joined the sect had now become famous.

The three talked in low voices.

"Today's disciple started, he..."

"Will he come back?"

The warning elder has already passed on the position to Huang Yao. According to the rules, the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall should come to give morning lessons to the new disciples.

But it has been ten years since Huang Yao left.

During the period has been missing.

"Yes."

"Will do."

"Most definitely."

Disciples gathered in Shenglong Hall.

At the last second before the deadline of the morning class, a ray of light landed in the sky, a scribbled monk wearing straw sandals, with a wine gourd hanging on his waist.

"Morning class starts today, no late arrival, no early leave."

"Offenders will receive twenty lashes."