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

The Moon Soul Mirror was completely sealed after six hours.

During this period, Shen Zhexue woke up several times, her clothes were repeatedly soaked in cold sweat, and her long snow-white hair was twisted in wet strands between the pillows.

And he still seems to be holding on to some old habits, swallowing all the painful groaning and panting in his throat, and only let out a few weak moanings when he is extremely unbearable.

The body fabricated by Nan Zhiyue is full of cracks and may fall apart at any time.

He floated up and down in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, not knowing what year and month it was, but he could vaguely feel that someone was guarding the bedside day after day. Removes small scars from nail piercings.

Interlocking fingers with him again, passing the warm spiritual flow to the heart veins.

The Nanzhiyue puppet that was too nimble made him miserable at this time, the oppression in his lungs was often in danger of constricting his breath, and he would suffocate if he didn't notice it.

But that person has never made him feel uncomfortable. If there is any movement for a moment, there will be a pillow to raise the body, or he will be hugged to sit up and follow his back.

Shen Zhexue woke up on a sunny afternoon.

In the gradually clear vision is a bright window, the soft smoke and green gauze reflect the skylight and flower shadows, the birds are singing, the sky is high and the clouds are far away.

He wanted to move his hands and feet, but found that he was wrapped in a soft plush blanket, he had no strength in his body, and he couldn't even sit still, so he could only lean on other people's shoulders after being lifted up.

The scent of herbs and the mountain wind after the rain enveloped him all-pervasively, he closed his eyes lightly, and rubbed his forehead lightly on Shi Yuan's shoulder.

This is the largest movement he can make so far.

Shi Yuan's arms tightened, and he lowered his head, his warm breath swept over Shen Zhexue's temple hair, with a slight trembling. "Master, are you awake?"

The layout of this room was too familiar, Shen Zhexue responded, and wanted to ask where they were now and how they were doing.

He opened his mouth, but suddenly realized that he seemed unable to make a sound.

Pressing hard on her throat, she could at most cough out a few hoarse single sounds, and Shen Zhexue felt a chill in her heart.

I was blind last time, so I can't be dumb, and I didn't come with such a wheel!

He stretched out his hand to touch his neck, but Shi Yuan grabbed his wrist under the blanket, preventing him from moving around.

Shi Yuan said slowly: "Master, it's okay, it will be back to normal after the crack heals."

Shi Yuan said calmly, but Shen Zhexue yelled in her heart, good guy, this is cracked to the throat, and if it goes any higher, the head will be split open.

When he thought about that scene, he felt terrible, subconsciously shrunk into the blanket, and his whole body was almost pressed against Shi Yuan's chest.

Shi Yuan hugged him into a comfortable position very skillfully, and whispered in his ear: "Master, the Moon Soul Mirror has been completely sealed, we are in the Taiqing Sect, and Elder Yan is already rectifying the sect. Xi Fengzong, the wandering monks are temporarily imprisoned in the back mountain lock magic circle. Also, Hanshan broke with us."

Shen Zhexue: ...Wait, apprentice, isn't the amount of information in your words a bit too much?

But Shi Yuan also had the temperament to be sure of his master, and Shen Zhexue wasted his mind to guess if he kept it hidden, so it's better to explain it to him directly.

After they left the emperor's descending formation, they temporarily avoided Shen Zhexue's small secret realm.

The secret realm is suspended in the four directions, and outsiders cannot easily break into it.

With Bo Ziyi's explanation, Shen Zhexue knew why her secret realm was set up so smoothly.

He is not considered a creature here, with the double law and the power of evil current, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a little heavenly dao.

Although it is far from being able to create the world and kneading spirits, it can be done in an entire independent space.

The protection of the secret realm temporarily prevented them from being chased by the three sects. A few days later, something unexpected happened.

The first to give up hunting was actually the stronghold of Xieliu Lingzhi, which is now the emperor Jiangxi who has been completely infiltrated and corrupted.

Shen Zhexue was quite shocked when he heard this at first, but it is not incomprehensible after thinking about it.

As an invading turbid air, evil currents are constantly fighting against the Dao of Heaven. Even if they gain the upper hand for a time, they will never be able to continuously run the laws of spiritual power like the Dao of Heaven, which has too little good fortune.

Shen Zhexue remembered that after several evil currents erupted on a large scale thousands of years ago, the Sifang Realm was rarely peaceful for a long time.

According to records, after the Little Heavenly Tribulation, the evil currents in various places no longer have frequent high tides.

It can be seen that the evil current also needs to accumulate strength, and it will also be damaged after a large-scale flood.

The world's questioning of hexagrams is definitely not within the scope allowed by the laws of heaven. The evil current bets on the moon soul mirror to rush into the battle, but they interfered and ruined the plan.

Right now, an overwhelming spiritual screen has been erected outside the emperor's son descending, enclosing the entire sect in it, no one can come out, and no one can enter.

Another reason why Xieliu Lingzhi has no fear is because of the connection between the other two sects.

The three sects are connected with each other, and finally came to this point, it is really speechless.

First of all, Hanshan, under the leadership of Sang Qi, chose to break the can and smash, and tore his face with the Xianzong alliance.

In the past hundred years, their sect has made friends with countless old aristocratic families and the old sects of the Shangxiu world. In addition, there is no turning back when they cooperate with evil currents.

But they control the lifeblood of the wealth in the four directions, and a sudden break is almost equivalent to taking away most of the financial resources in the cultivation world, so it's no wonder they dare to break it off.

As for the Taiqing sect, although Yan Yuanhan was framed by this sect to be a puppet master, it doesn't mean that he really only devoted himself to cultivating the Tao and caring nothing, and was willing to be a nominal elder in Taiqing.

What Leng Sanqiu wanted was to elevate the cultivation world to the position of heaven, and he had little control over the affairs of the sect. The prosperity of the Taiqing sect today was facilitated by Yan Yuanhan.

But Leng Sanqiu is not the only one who has been planning for thousands of years.

Before Yan Yuanhan entered the emperor's descendant formation, he had already secretly ordered, and cooperated with Leng Wenshu, to start a change of authority in the sect.

And the leading monk among them was actually the former Master Hanshan who had changed his name and surname——Wen Shuyin.

Back then, Wen Shuyin was seriously injured by Fu Ning, and almost fell out of his wits, and was rescued by Xiang Guchun.

After Xiang Guchun defended the formation, he was appointed to take charge of Hanshan when he was in danger, but within half a year, he was brutally murdered again because of the collusion between Sang Qi and Leng Sanqiu.

But at that time, Hanshan was looking for a way to counter the evil trend. Wen Shuyin had a high level of cultivation and was imprisoned in Hanshan's darkroom. He was an experimental product of Shen Zhexue's previous generations.

Yan Yuanhan helped him to cheat his death, and when he escaped from Han Mountain, this always compassionate and kind-hearted real person was close to madness, and the last string that kept him from madness was the entrustment of the master.

During the Taiqing Emperor's change, Leng Wenshu was guided by the remnant spirit in Bo Ziyi, who ignited Du Xing with the flame of pure essence, and then dragged Leng Sanqiu to die together with his blood.

On that day, the blood-colored array of mountains and rivers and thorns covered the sky over Taiqing Zong, and all the mountains in the Zong were raining blood.

Bo Ziyi and Leng Wenshu can barely be regarded as a half-master-student relationship. One of them learns from the past, and the other peers into the future. Wen Shuyin led the way and started a purge from top to bottom.

When Yan Yuanhan returned to Taiqingzong, the blood on the ground was blown by the north wind into red frost and snow, Wen Shuyin shook off the vermilion on the sword, his eyes were still murderous, and he looked over fiercely.

"Leng Sanqiu ran away." Yan Yuanhan said.

A cultivator's century is like a white horse passing by.

Now Yan Yuanhan is no longer that clean-eyed cultivator in the upper cultivation world, and Wen Shuyin is no longer the compassionate real person he used to be.

He stepped over the corpse of an elder and said, "I will go after it. Those who are dissatisfied here have been thrown into the Demon Tower of Houshan Town. The others are in the main hall. I have not moved, disciples. You will deal with it later."

Yan Yuanhan raised his eyes to the mountains and peaks of the Taiqing Sect, and said: "Clean it up, there is an old friend coming."

"Who?" Wen Shuyin asked.

Blood energy mixed with frost and snow, Yan Yuanhan was silent for a while, and said: "Master and apprentice Hanshan."

bang.

Wen Shuyin's sword fell to the stone steps.

After listening to Shi Yuan's narration, Shen Zhexue deeply felt that the situation was changing rapidly.

He drank a bowl of soul-fixing decoction, and the bitter taste hadn't dissipated at the base of his tongue, Yan Yuanhan brought someone over to discuss and make plans.

Right now, Shen Zhexue can't speak, and she can't sit still. The arms in the sleeves are densely covered with patterns of ancient silver flowers and vermilion like ice cracks, and she really looks like she is dying.

But he is also a hard worker, and he communicates with Shi Yuan's sea of ​​knowledge to spread the word, and he can talk behind closed doors for several hours, and there is no delay in pouring spirits and drinking medicine in the middle.

Wen Shuyin's eyes turned red several times.

Now that Shen Zhexue and Shi Yuan have recovered their memories, they can explain the many changes that happened in the formation thousands of years ago.

After the formation was completed, everyone was in a trance for a period of time, presumably due to the game between heaven and evil.

Although Xie Liu was a little short on the matter of sealing, it interfered with the monks' understanding of the sacrifice of the emperor's son Jiangxi, and it was precisely because of that head-on confrontation between the two sides that Xie Liu's wisdom seemed to realize that the world is not so peaceful. So rotten, he took a step back and chose to cooperate with the monk.

There were so many entanglements in this matter that Shen Zhexue was so tired that she couldn't open her eyes at the end. Before she knew it, it was dark outside the window, and everyone said goodbye and left.

Before Wen Shuyin left, he bowed and wiped away the tears he hadn't shed for many years in the shadow of his sleeve.

When they left, Tuesday was passing.

On Tuesday, his meridians were barely stabilized, and he stepped on the moon to listen to Shi Yuan's heartbeat conveyed by Shen Zhexue.

He knew the changes that happened in the formation at the beginning, and the knots in his heart for many years came to fruition.

But he didn't cry bitterly, nor did he seem to lament, he just said: "Bo...Jun Rujing's body is still here with me."

Shen Zhexue told him what was beyond pity, and after listening on Tuesday, she silently closed her eyes and remained silent for a long time.

That night, Jun Rujing, who was captured together, was cremated overnight.

Not many people came, Bo Ziyi had no blood relationship in the world, half of his apprentice Leng Wenshu was even more unknown than him, and now Pei Jing is still looking for the bamboo horse that disappeared with Leng Sanqiu.

Shen Zhexue staggered forward with the support of Shi Yuan.

The sky is full of stars, the moonlight is like water.

Just like the patchwork body, the three souls and seven souls in Bo Ziyi's body were condensed by stacking the same fate with the secret method. Now the lonely souls return to reincarnation, and the beauty is turned into dry bones in the flames.

Bits of spiritual light rose to the sky, and in that spiritual light there were still broken Taoist couples who were turning into smoke.

All Tuesday is calm.

He withdrew Bo Ziyi's ashes, followed his last wish to prevent them from being used again, and scattered them all on Mount Taiqing.

Then he took Shen Zhexue's call for souls and searched for a lonely mountain, but he didn't show up for a few days.

The sound of the pipa is endless day and night.

Among the three strange poisons, Lianbu is almost no longer a poison, but more like a curse.

Bo Ziyi is immortal, and is no longer tolerated in the world. Perhaps his state is more like a sword spirit at this moment, but he will never be able to turn into a human again.

Besides, at that time, he had exhausted his ghost energy to hold Jun Rujing, and no one knows what he looks like now.

On Tuesday, three consecutive days of summoning souls failed.

Gray stubble grew on his chin, just like in the impoverished days in Yuncang City, he was sitting on the roof playing the pipa like this, but accidentally attracted a gray wandering soul.

The wandering soul is no more than a palm-sized ball, floating around like a dimly lit lamp.

It came after hearing the strings, and it didn't covet the aura of the disabled monks, it seemed that it only liked to listen to one or two songs.

Treating it as an elegant ghost on Tuesday, its very lively appearance taught him to relax for a moment, and occasionally it would perch on his shoulders, like a quiet blue bird with its wings folded.

He even talked about Bo Ziyi with it.

Zhou Ming is very talented in the way of swordsmanship, and he is better than Xiang Guchun in love, but Xiangguchun really doesn't understand, and Zhou Ling doesn't have much time to think about it.

Love is far more complicated than swordsmanship.

More often than not, Zhou Ling couldn't tell whether his feelings for Bo Ziyi were out of pity.

But the last thing Bo Ziyi needs is pity, and pity is a kind of humiliation to him.

Others feel that it is really hard work for Lexiu, who is proficient in formations and good at guarding, to walk around like a swordsman all day long after entering the Tao, going through life and death.

Besides, Bo Ziyi looks so good, it is easier to teach people to feel pity and cherish jade.

But Zhou Minggui didn't. He felt that Bo Ziyi was a monk, and his style of music had chilling blades, so it was definitely not something for people to watch.

On the cliff of the lonely mountain, on Tuesday, I plucked the strings of the pipa, with beads of sweat dripping from my forehead, and the spiritual energy in my body surged, colliding with the meridians.

... can't be pitiful.

His vision was blurred and he thought until he died, so would his stubborn Lexiu.

It's just that the star platform is so high, will it hurt if it falls, and will it feel cold when the arrowhead stays in the heart?

When he became a lonely ghost and wandered outside, when he heard the world's slander and misunderstanding, and when he saw Sang Qi humiliating him in every possible way, did he feel sad or sad?

Even himself once thought that he had betrayed him.

The stagnant spiritual energy revived and strangled his body, but the tune became louder and louder, and the gravel splashed, drawing deep scratches on the wasteland.

Outside the mountain, Shen Zhexue was about to go to support when she saw this, but was stopped by Yan Yuanhan who was also guarding here.

This is Tuesday's catastrophe, and no one can help.

If you pass it, you will be reborn, but if you don't, you will die.

In the severe pain from the inside out, the spiritual power leaked out on Tuesday protected the pipa in his arms, and the spiritual screen embraced the rough instrument, gently caressing the face of his lover.

Compassion or love, in fact, is not so difficult to distinguish.

After playing the four feihongs on Tuesday, he stepped on the snow, his whole body soaked in blood, as if struck by mysterious lightning.

But under the spirit screen, it is spotless.

Shen Zhexue told him that since he used the pipa to recall Bo Ziyi, and then Ziyi was placed in the Yuanmu sword, he might not wander for too long.

A ghost who is too weak can't even see light, and his consciousness is even more vague, but he always has a place to go, but they may not be able to find him.

The aura condensed in Tuesday's eyes, circling and undulating around him.

New shoots sprouted from the wasteland, and the sword energy pushed away the flowing clouds.

He suddenly thought of something, condensed a long sword with his spiritual power, jumped on the sword body in a few steps, and walked away with the sword.

Not far away, Shi Yuan held Shen Zhexue who had not yet recovered, and Feng Ling followed Tuesday and flew thousands of miles away, and went straight to the direction of the southern boundary.

White belly floated in the sky.

On Tuesday, he returned to Yuncang City and came to his small thatched hut.

The house was bought cheap back then, but it was sloppy, and he lived alone all the time, and no one came to clean it for such a long time, and it was windy and rainy, the backyard wall collapsed, and the roof was blown away by thatch Walking tiles, a large piece of baldness.

On Tuesday, I staggered into the bedroom, rummaged through the boxes, dust was everywhere, and found nothing.

He had just suffered the thunder calamity after the causal change, and he had another sword for thousands of miles. At this moment, his physical strength was exhausted, and he sat on the ground.

Then he saw the copper box under the wooden bed.

For a moment, even breathing seemed to stop.

He stretched out his hand to open the copper box, the copper cover was not necessarily heavy, not to mention that these hands were used to holding swords before, and they were so stable that they could lift mountains and flat seas.

Up to now, a thin piece of copper cannot be lifted several times.

After doing this over and over again, the box in all directions finally appeared.

The sky light fell from the broken grass roof, leaving only a palm-sized piece at the foot of the bed.

He remembered Shen Zhexue's instructions, never let the purple clothes see the light, so he straightened up and half-kneeled in the shade, covering a shadow with his body.

It was extremely quiet inside and outside the house, the white world at dawn.

The dew fell to the flowers and branches, but it was silent.

It was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could not be tolerated.

On Tuesday, his body shook violently twice.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound, as if he had never been in such pain in his life, and he couldn't cry even if he wanted to.

But even the extreme grief could not disturb this silent morning.

Because Bo Ziyi is still sleeping peacefully.

When the Jingxu Heavenly Eye Technique is not activated, Bo Ziyi's wandering soul looks like a cloud of mist, curled up on those silver bills and golden locks, looking very pitiful.

On Tuesday, he recalled in a trance that the junior brother of the Zongmen had joked with him, saying that hiding money in the box under the bed was something only a poor boy would do.

Zhou Minggui said that I am so poor!

They burst out laughing: Brother Zhou, do you know that in the mortal world, this is also called "saving your wife's money".

Tuesday covered his face and smiled bitterly.

Going around in circles, life and death.

At dawn, at the end of autumn, in the copper box between this square inches, his sweetheart, the king of his dreams, was actually hidden.

The majestic sword intent soared into the sky accompanied by infinite grief.

The swords within a hundred miles all trembled and whispered.

He picked up the box carefully, but his eyes were no longer depressed as before, replaced by a kind of determination.

Sword Master Zhou Minggui will come back to life on this day.

Fifteen days later, monks from Emperor Taiqing attacked Mount Han.

Lingping separated Han Mountain from the human world, and no common people were affected by this war. Therefore, this war that determined the direction of the Quartet Realm was nothing more than a story to ordinary people.

After tea and dinner, while leading Taiqingzong to distribute the medicinal soup that was damaged by the questioning of the soul, he passed a few words about the power of the immortal king.

I heard that there was a monk from the Taiqing sect who went out alone that day, and his spiritual energy condensed into a long blade, and he opened the way with a single sword.

Its sword intent is so awe-inspiring that it cannot be looked directly at, it is invincible and invincible.

Since then, the monks in the Quartet Realm have declared war on the evil flow of spiritual wisdom on behalf of the Dao of Heaven here.

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The author has something to say:

Yuan: Mr. Zhou Minggui, the wife you saved really has a wife!

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