Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

High mountains and flowing water, clouds flourishing and rosy clouds, the upper part is clear and purple, and the aura is brilliant.

In the past, monks in the lower realms practiced hard and endured tens of thousands of calamities to break the cause and effect in the world. What they were looking for was just a chance to ascend to the upper realms.

With the permission of heaven, enjoy Changchun for thousands of years.

Shen Zhexue's inner demon formation for Elder Yan did not intentionally create demonic barriers, everything was just letting nature take its course, depending on when his inner demons appeared.

The scene in front of him is transformed by obsession, and it is a projection in the sea of ​​consciousness of the people in the formation.

The legendary Upper Cultivation Realm turned out to be such a pure and holy scenery, no wonder it became the lifelong pursuit of monks in the Lower Cultivation Realm.

There are three or two cranes flying over the beautiful sky above the head, even birds, there is a spiritual atmosphere sprinkled between the wings.

Shen Zhexue held Shiyuan's wrist by his side, and his spiritual power slowly poured in, helping him to reconcile the restless demonic energy in his body.

Shen Zhexue, who set up the formation, would naturally not be affected by the environment in the phantom formation, but if the other people who came in together were not double-divided virtual images, they would also be suppressed by the scenery to some extent.

Although Shi Yuan is also cultivating the Tao, but the aura, demonic energy, and evil currents in his body are mixed, and he may be uncomfortable in the upper cultivation world of pure cultivation.

Shen Zhexue was so focused on channeling his breath that she didn't notice the corners of her apprentice's tightly pursed lips.

After he let go of his hand, Shi Yuan smiled and said, "Thank you, Master."

The two of them were not the only ones in the illusion. Tuesday was a few steps behind them, and they had been silent since just now.

When Shen Zhexue looked back, she saw that he was wiping his eyes with his hands.

Before stepping into the illusion, Shen Zhexue still couldn't connect Tuesday, who drank and played the pipa on the roof, with the once famous sword master Zhou Ling.

But when he put down his sleeves and showed that forbearance, Shen Zhexue seemed to see Zhou Minggui who could accept the sword intent.

Obviously he and the Juggernaut have never met before, but in this situation, there are some unspeakable emotions surging.

This is the Upper Cultivation Realm, the collapsed homeland of Zhou Ling.

But there is not much time to leave them sad.

On Tuesday, he turned to Shen Zhexue and said, "How to wake up Master..." After a pause, he changed his words and said, "Wake up Elder Yan?"

"Make him realize that this is the inner demon formation, and let him break it by himself." Shen Zhexue said: "This is transformed by his obsession, and the obsession is advanced layer by layer. When superimposed to a certain weight, the inner demon will naturally emerge."

He raised his hand to draw a square circle, completely covering the realm here, so that the flow speed can be accelerated to the greatest extent.

The sect of Shangxiu Realm is magnificent, and the white jade mountain gate has deep inscriptions. Shen Zhexue and others passed through the mountain guard formation without hindrance, and climbed up the steps.

On the way, Shen Zhexue said: "Dizi Jiangxi's big formation is the most critical and the best part to break through among the three great formations. Now Dizi Jiangxi has dared to do rebellious things under the eyes of the heavens. We are in this realm. I'm afraid the rules don't work anymore."

Shi Yuan also agrees with this point, "The desires in the world are overwhelming, the Taoism is out of balance, the spiritual energy is disordered, on the contrary, the evil energy is strong, and the three sects are waiting for this moment."

After this incident, Shen Zhexue probably also guessed the role of her "Peak Master Shen" in this whole matter.

To put it bluntly, he is still a tool man through and through.

Now looking at the most important aspects of the three sects, they are inseparable from the evil currents. There are probably many people in the sect who have turned to evil, but being with the evil currents is tantamount to seeking skins from tigers, and they need someone to restrain them.

Furthermore, once the four directions collapse and evil spirits rise to the sky, they need a "helmsman" who can open the way and guide the way when they rise to the upper realm.

Shen Zhexue doesn't know what method they used to create such a purifier as Peak Master Shen, but now they have obviously given up on him as the helm, so there is a new substitute, or there are other countermeasures.

The uneasiness in her heart was heavy and oppressive, Shen Zhexue didn't know how much role he could play in this game, maybe it was just as light as a feather shaking a tree.

It's just that when he saw the Moon Soul Mirror rushing forward, he thought he could stop it, so he went to stop it one or two.

Thinking of this, Shen Zhexue couldn't help but look at Shi Yuan beside him.

Maybe what they did was like throwing a stone into water, and only a sound could be heard, but sometimes Yuan was by his side, and he felt that it was not so hopeless.

It's okay for him to do it alone, but it seems better for Shi Yuan to be here.

Jun Rujing's words seemed to ring in his ears again when he was asking the hexagram.

Shen Zhexue shook her head lightly.

This thought came at an inopportune time, and perhaps it never should have been at this time.

Shen Zhexue turned her hand to adjust the heart demon formation, and found Yan Yuanhan's position.

The three people's vision changed, but they saw an elegant small residence, exquisite pavilions, nine curved wind corridors, the aura was as clear as the wind, and walking in it was infinitely comfortable and refreshing.

They quickly saw where Yan Yuanhan was. The three of them paused and exchanged glances. They all saw a lot of helplessness in each other's eyes.

It's too early to go back to the heart demon array.

Yan Yuanhan, who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, squatted on the grass in the courtyard.

There are some fairy beast cubs on the green lawn, Yan Yuanhan is dressed in red, and moved one by one with a blank expression, his expression is so serious, those who don't know will think that he is picking the unlucky one to be given priority to stew.

Shen Zhexue wanted to help his forehead, Elder Yan really grew up from a face of ice cubes.

And Zhou Ling had obviously never seen his master at his age, and he was messing around in the wind.

Little Ice Cube Yan Yuanhan moved the plush cub for an hour, and the more he moved, the colder it became. A gray-fur cub under his hand was shivering, its head was already bald, but it dared not move.

"What is he doing?" Shen Zhexue asked.

After observing for a while, Shi Yuan came to a conclusion: "Wait for someone."

Sure enough, a sky-blue figure turned out from behind the moon gate. The person who came with a high level of cultivation came quietly behind Yan Yuanhan, holding his breath, with a smile on his lips, and with both hands, he slapped Yan Yuanhan suddenly. Far cold shoulders.

Yan Yuanhan was startled, loosened his hand, and the gray-haired spirit beast cub jumped out with unimaginable agility, and rushed into the arms of the young man in Tsing Yi.

The person who came looked young, but his cultivation was unfathomable. It can be seen that this person's talent is outstanding, and how supportive the earth energy of the upper cultivation world is.

And this raising people is not only in terms of cultivation, but also the appearance of the young man is very good, with the posture of a gentleman, as gentle as jade.

But at this moment, the elegant young man is very playful, and there is a lot of agility between the corners of his eyes and brows, like weeping willows in the wind, like blooming flowers.

Shen Zhexue's heart skipped a beat, for some reason he saw this person's face very familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he met him.

Yan Yuanhan stood with his hands down, and called out sullenly, "Senior brother."

"He called Senior Brother, so that's Xiangyinli?"

Even though Shen Zhexue had already guessed that Yan Yuanhan's obsession with inner demons must be inseparable from Xiangyin, he was still a little surprised to see the legendary figure standing in front of him alive at first glance.

Xiang Yinli smiled, "Have you been waiting?"

The boy had been waiting here for no less than an hour, but Yan Yuanhan shook his head and said, "No."

"Then let's hurry up!" Xiang Yinli conjured up a large bamboo basket out of thin air, inside the frame were almonds, walnuts, pine nuts, etc., as well as a small pot of sweet-scented osmanthus sauce and a large bag of flour.

He took another stack of papers from his sleeve pocket, and solemnly read: "First knead a piece of dough, flatten it into a pancake shape with your palm, what is a pancake... forget it's not important, and then wrap the stuffing." , put a flower stamp on the blank, and then the moon cake is ready! Uh, there seems to be something wrong with this writing..."

He read it a few times, folded the paper with one hand and stuffed it into his sleeve, and grabbed Yan Yuanhan, "It doesn't matter, junior brother, August [-]th is coming, I have already prepared lanterns and wine, only this mooncake is missing." , Brother, let’s show our skills and make it.”

Just like that, Xiang Yinli led Yan Yuanhan into the house.

Shen Zhexue's head buzzed.

Well, what a thing, where did this little fairy boy who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world come from, the head of the prime minister was too lively back then!

Zhou Ling was also very surprised. In his impression, the head of the prime minister is as calm as a mountain, and he is very kind to the juniors. He has never seen such a detached appearance.

But after thinking about it, who has never been young, and at this time the world is peaceful, they have cultivated and lived in this fairyland, far from thinking that one day the world will be on their shoulders.

Not long after, billowing black smoke billowed from the sky above the room. Shen Zhexue stared at it for a long time, thought about his words, and said, "It seems that the head master is indeed...a very special skill."

A stream of water fell from the sky, extinguishing the rising flames.

The making of the mooncakes failed, and they returned to the courtyard in disgrace, and sat on the grass hugging a crane cub, looking at the remaining sweet-scented osmanthus honey in the basket, and sighed, "It's so difficult."

Senior brother has a strong interest in things in the world, which Yan Yuanhan can't understand.

But he likes reunion festival.

Because the brother will not go to practice on this day, he spends almost the whole day in the room playing around with these human tricks.

At night, when the bright moon illuminates the four directions, Xiang Yinli will quietly use magic tricks to urge him to grow a laurel tree seed that he entrusted someone to bring from the world, and take his junior brother to watch the moon and flowers.

Yan Yuanhan likes looking at the moon, and also likes the gentle eyebrows and eyes of people under the moon.

This year, the master called his brother to go to him for a long time, Yan Yuanhan was a little depressed, he only had half a day and one night left.

Osmanthus honey can't make moon cakes, so Xiang Yinli opened the small glass bottle, dug out a small spoon and handed it to Yan Yuanhan's mouth, "Hey, here you are, sweet."

In fact, the monks in the upper cultivation world don't care about the concept of eating. They drink the wind and drink the dew every day, and they don't know the ups and downs.

The tips of Yan Yuanhan's ears slowly turned hot and bright red, and his face was still raised, and he sipped the honey on the spoon with his probe.

Sweet.

Shen Zhexue, the lord of the illusion, felt Yan Yuanhan's floating mind, and her obsession came out at will.

——It turns out that the world is sweet.

Immortal clouds chasing the sun, the breeze rustling, they drank each other and sat off the ground, took his ice cube brother to share the can of sweet-scented osmanthus honey.

It was August [-]th of a certain year, and the world was brightly lit, which was an indescribable bustling scene for little fairies.

Shen Zhexue's eyes blurred, and when he looked again, the scene was chaotic.

Yan Yuanhan's memory jumped.

Shi Yuan subconsciously covered Shen Zhexue with the spirit screen, and his breathing became short of breath.

"Don't be afraid." Shen Zhexue patted his hand, seeing the ancient silver flowers all over the mountains and plains, and the silver light sprinkled the mortal world like a galaxy.

They saw the adult Yan Yuanhan kneeling and sitting among the dense vines, clusters of silver flowers reflecting his pale face, and in front of his knees, there was a baby with weak breathing, who was hugged by Yan Yuan Inside the cold blue-gray outer robe, he was very sleepy.

Yan Yuanhan's eyes were bloodshot, almost insane.

He reached out to touch the baby's brow several times, but retracted as if being burned by fire.

No one has ever seen Yan Yuanhan in such a state of embarrassment. His hand holding the sword was completely stained with blood. A little bit of blood.

Yan Yuanhan's throat kept rolling, he bent down abruptly, his body trembling like spasms.

After a long while, he put two fingers together on the center of the baby's eyebrows, and his spiritual power surged out, pulling something out of the baby's body and scattering it into the air.

The little baby cried softly, and stretched out his arms like a lotus root, wanting to be hugged by the person in front of him.

But soon the faint light in his eyes disappeared, and the red eyelids slowly closed.

A few young silver flowers fluttered down and shattered into powder before they touched the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Yuanhan took out a faint strand of soul from one of the blue sword tassels, meditated with spiritual power, and touched it between the child's eyebrows.

He staggered up, hugged the child and stumbled away.

For a moment, Shen Zhexue felt a tightness in her chest.

The screen turns again.

The heavy rain poured down, Xiang Yinli was drenched all over, his long hair was loose like a water ghost, Bie Changting fell not far away.

He turned his back to Yan Yuanhan, and there was a spiritual screen on the stone table in front of him. Inside lay the baby who had lost his soul just now, and the dying child had a ruddy complexion, wrapped in warm swaddling clothes. She fell asleep peacefully in the middle of the night, and even opened her mouth slightly, as if she was having some sweet dream.

And a few fingers away from him, a cold dagger was drenched in heavy rain on the stone table.

Xiang Yinli took a deep breath and said, "Cultivate a soul, but I won't kill him."

He didn't look at Yan Yuanhan, who was also drenched behind him, and called out: "Junior brother."

Yan Yuanhan trembled, and the Jishuang sword came out of his hand, and fell to the bluestone ground with a bang.

Xiang Yinli raised his hand, opened his eyes and looked at the pitch-black sky, with rain dripping down the corners of his eyes.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Junior brother, I know what you are thinking. I have nothing to say about you performing this evil technique to save me. The cause and effect are difficult to settle. But he used the immortal fetus to nourish his soul and took out the soul-nourishing heart, and his soul flew away. There is no more life to come."

The rain was as heavy as a sky leak, and the roar was about to overwhelm Xiang Yinli's voice, "His biological mother is Lord Ming Shen of Xianting, just ten days ago before his uncle turned into an ancient and exterminated evil, he told me about this 'death 'The child's name has been decided, but it's a pity we can't wait for his spiritual wisdom to open."

Yan Yuanhan refused to leave, he picked up Jishuang, and took a step silently, the actual killing intent condensed into floating ice crystals behind Xiangyin Li.

Xiangyin Liping's tone changed, and the topic changed, and said: "Before you Taiqingzong wanted to raise the upper realm of cultivation, we had different ways and did not conspire with each other, but now the plan to raise the realm has been self-defeating. We should work together.”

The footsteps of the people behind him stopped, and their breathing was out of rhythm. Yan Yuanhan didn't know that it was the failed plan to raise the boundary that caused the evil current to turn into heavy rain, making Xiang Yinli's injuries even worse.

The rain at this moment is also breaking up the cultivation base of the drinking of the ice water spirit root.

Xiang Yinli closed his eyes, "Xiang can still hold on, as for the others, then..."

The illusion is Yan Yuanhan's perspective. The whole audience watched the broken Shen Zhexue and they couldn't see the face of the head master at the moment, they could only hear him speak indifferently, as if the warmth just now was all vain.

"I won't bother Elder Yan."

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The author has something to say:

Xiang Yinli: Didn't you say that there is really no role in it?

Yan Yuanhan: ...

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The hand is drawn... The sword at the end of the last chapter is "Qingfeng I", which has been revised, Ju QAQ