I have the intention to plant flowers, but I have no intention to insert willows. However, the fallen catkins fly all over the sky and shed red tears in his courtyard.
Pointing to the heavens to ask for love, a sword to kill immortals, but saying that heaven and earth were originally unkind, love shook the nine heavens
Looking at the west tower under the moon, the mandarin duck tiles row clouds, leaning against the painted sill, a heart of sorrow, has been more trapped in the sea of love and hate, living in the wind and moon
Remembering the past years, the bamboo sea listened to the waves, intoxicated the heart, some old feelings, the most unforgettable moment of youth, hatred for ten thousand years
Play Chinese, play in the text, see the text and watch the play each get elegant interest, why play fake love but true?
The tune hides the sound, the sound hides the tune, listening to the sound, listening to the tune, there is leisure, but the heart is broken
Shuiyue's infatuation, day and night hope, but the world is so broken. It was hard to force love, but love hurt people the most.
Ask the world, what is love?
From the north to the south, two flying guests, old wings several times back to the cold and summer.
Joy is fun, parting is bitter, and there are even more crazy children in the world.
You should have said, thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of mountains of evening snow, only shadow to whom?……
Over a hundred years later, Dao Xuan already sat firmly on the position of sect master. The returning Wan Jianyi was rumored to have a daughter with the Demon Sect's Vermilion Bird.
The elders of the Qingyun Sect interrogated Wan Jianyi in unison. Wan Jianyi's words made the elders even more furious. Wan Jianyi suggested that dual cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism could break through the mystery of immortality in one fell swoop, and he even defended the people of the Demonic Sect. Was the so-called good and evil a competition between sects? It was just that their understanding of mantras was different. Although there were heinous people in the Demon Cult, not all of them were demons. The most important thing was that Wan Jianyi's daughter, due to Wan Jianyi's talent and prestige, the elders had made concessions. As long as Wan Jianyi handed over the 'vile spawn' to the elders to be executed, she would be punished and shut up in the back mountain of the Qingyun Sect. She could be spared for the rest of her life. Wan Jianyi laughed loudly and said that the Qingyun Sect was a group of villains. They were a group of trash who did not even have the courage to call themselves the leader of the righteous path. This man laughed loudly, ignoring life and death. No matter how the elders tried to persuade him, he didn't say anything. The public was furious and unanimously decided to execute Wan Jianyi. The Qingyun Sect's sect master had always held great power. Daoist Cang Song begged Dao Xuan in every possible way, but Dao Xuan was unmoved and said,""Wan Jianyi is my dearest senior brother. How could I not want to save him? But with his words and his attitude of refusing to admit his guilt, it's difficult for me to do so. After all, I'm the leader of the Qingyun Sect. Everyone in the world is watching. If this matter is not handled properly, it will greatly damage the Qingyun Sect's reputation.”
Daoist Cang Song was furious." Don't forget that it was Senior Brother Wan who recommended you to take over the position of Sect Leader. If Senior Brother Wan comes back, who knows who the position of Sect Leader will go to?"”
Dao Xuan flew into a rage when he heard this. Daoist Cang Song knew that there was no hope of saving Wan Jianyi, so he went down the mountain in a rage…
Shuiyue was heartbroken when she learned that Wan Jianyi and the Vermilion Bird had a romantic past. Moreover, Wan Jianyi went to see Su Ru first after he returned. In her anger, Shuiyue told her master, Master Zhen Yu. Zhen Yu had always abhorred evil and had a high reputation in the Qingyun Sect. He contacted the elders and made it impossible for Wan Jianyi to be executed. It was too late to regret later.
On the day Wan Jianyi was executed, Tian Buyi, Shui Yue, and the others pleaded with all their might, but they could not save Wan Jianyi. After the incident, Dao Xuan secretly hid Wan Jianyi in the Qingyun Sect's forbidden area-Ancestral Master's Ancestral Hall. No one knew about this matter all along. No one dared to imagine that Dao Xuan actually took an absolutely great risk to save Wan Jianyi. After the incident, although there were disagreements in the sect, no one dared to object. After all, Wan Jianyi had made an unforgivable mistake.
The funny thing was that Master Puzhi asked Dao Xuan for advice, and his suggestion to cultivate both Buddhism and Taoism was also politely rejected by Dao Xuan.
The eminent monk of the Heavenly Chord Temple had a tragic end, and Zhang Xiaofan, who had inherited Puzhi's last wish, had a tragic fate.
In his anger, Daoist Cang Song found the Poison God and used many of the Qingyun Sect's secret treasures to obtain a Seven-tailed Centipede. He promised to be a spy if the Demonic Sect attacked the Qingyun Sect in the future. Poison God naturally skeptical, later Cangsong met the ghost king ten thousand people, the two hit it off.
When Cang Song returned, he naturally admitted his mistake to Dao Xuan. Although Dao Xuan had doubts, it was not good to speak out. Moreover, the voices of opposition within the sect were also rising and falling. In the following decades, Cang Song had been sincerely assisting Dao Xuan, and Dao Xuan also slowly lowered his guard. Unexpectedly, Cang Song's hatred and anger were actually hidden very well. Although Zeng Shuchang, who was on good terms with Cang Song, noticed it, he did not report it to Dao Xuan…
That was why there was that chaos a hundred years later…
"Me?" Daoist Cang Song seemed to have suddenly turned into another person as he laughed wildly."I'm plotting against you! Can't you tell?" As he spoke, he waved his hand and the seven-tailed centipede flew towards him. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into his sleeve…
Wan Jianyi. This name seemed to carry a nightmarish aura. It carried a thick shadow as it pressed down on the Qingyun Sect…
The corners of Daoist Dao Xuan's eyes twitched. This name that no one had ever dared to mention in front of him in the past hundred years seemed to have deeply stimulated him. Xiao Yicai supported his body, but he suddenly realized that Daoist Priest Dao Xuan's injured body suddenly shook violently. Even through the layer of clothes, he could feel that the flame that suddenly burned in his teacher's body was so scorching!……
"Back then, you were just an ordinary wooden disciple of Big Bamboo Peak. Even your master and senior brothers looked down on you. "However, after Senior Brother Wan met you, he recognized that you were a talent that could be nurtured. From then on, he nurtured you with all his heart. Not only did he tell you his cultivation experience, but he also strongly recommended you to the five people of the Wilderness. From then on, you became a famous figure in the Qingyun Sect and sat in your current position. Am I right?"
Tian Buyi took a deep breath, his face was filled with pain. After a while, he slowly said,""Senior Brother Wan has treated me with great kindness. Even if I were to die, it would be difficult for me to repay him!”……
At this point, he seemed unwilling to continue. He glared at the injured and panting Daoist Dao Xuan, his eyes filled with endless hatred as he said,""Elder Brother Wan treated me like a father and a brother. He raised me up, and even risked his life to save me in the Wildlands. I would have given my life to him long ago! I hated that I couldn't save him even after I tried my best a hundred years ago. Ever since then, I told myself that I would avenge him no matter what!”……
During the chaos of the Beast God, Dao Xuan was counterattacked by the evil aura of the Immortal Slaying Ancient Sword. Although his demonic path did not diminish, he revealed the hidden secrets of the past under his madness. For a time, the Qingyun Sect became a place to hide evil.
Daoist Dao Xuan's voice suddenly rose and he said with a cold smile,""Zeng Shuchang, you have always been the most scheming among the six branch masters. You had already noticed Cang Song's plot on Longshou Peak that day, but you kept it a secret.”……
Zeng Shuchang's expression changed drastically. Tian Buyi, Master Shuiyue, Daoist Tianri, and the others also turned around in shock and looked at Zeng Shuchang.
Almost at the same time, Daoist Dao Xuan's voice sounded again, but the person he was referring to had already shifted from Zeng Shuchang to Master Shuiyue.""Shuiyue, what are you pretending to be? Do you think that just because you look high and mighty, you are really righteous?”His voice was strange, and it was slightly mournful and hoarse. He said," Back then, Wan Jianyi was trapped in the ancestral hall of the Ancestral Master, swept the floor and died in old age. In the end, he died in the hands of the evil devil. It was all because of you! Hahahahaha!"
At the end of his sentence, Daoist Dao Xuan's voice actually broke out into a wild laughter as if he could not control himself. There was no trace of a sage-like air at all. However, at this moment, no one paid attention to him anymore. Tian Buyi, Zeng Shuchang, and the others all paled. They looked at the pale Shui Yue in shock and were speechless for a long time…
A hundred years later, Wan Jianyi died under Mr. Ghost's sneak attack. Most of his old friends were no longer alive. Tian Buyi, Su Ru, Shang Zhengliang, Shui Yue, and Wan Jianyi were all dead. Daoist Cang Song's whereabouts were unknown, and Wan Jianyi's token was also taken into the ancestral hall. The words "Wan Jianyi" were carved in blood. Wan Jianyi's corpse was also moved into the Illusion Moon Cave by Dao Xuan. Dao Xuan met Zhang Xiaofan in the Illusion Moon Cave, and the Immortal Slaying Ancient Sword was even more powerful in the Illusion Moon Cave. At the critical moment, Wan Jianyi's soul appeared and awakened the possessed Dao Xuan. Zhang Xiaofan obtained the Immortal Slaying Ancient Sword and killed the Ghost King with one strike, saving the Qingyun Sect and the world. Hou Daoxuan had also mysteriously disappeared. What kind of secret was hidden in the Mirage Moon Cave Abode?
In the evening, a figure quickly shuttled through the forest. The thin shadow looked a little lonely. It was undoubtedly much older and seemed to have experienced many vicissitudes. The speed at which he traveled was neither fast nor slow, comparable to an ordinary Qingyun Sect disciple. Soon, they arrived at the back mountain of the Qingyun Sect and headed in the direction of the Illusion Moon Cave. " Eh?" He sighed. Why was there no one guarding such an important place? He didn't know if he was glad that the guards were lax or worried for the ancients. After a moment of hesitation, he left. Since he was so familiar with the Qingyun Sect's borders and guards, he must be an old friend.
That's right, the newcomer was Daoist Cang Song, who had been missing for many days. On the eve of the Ghost King's battle, Daoist Cang Song and Jin Ping 'er were ordered by the Ghost King to investigate the situation of the people in the towns around the Qingyun Sect. On the way back to the Ghost King Sect, something terrifying happened…
When they flew close to the former Wu Qi Mountain, it was as if they had been punched in the face. Even Jin Ping 'er, who had been deep in thought, was so shocked that she could not speak. As they slowly descended, everything in front of them gradually became clear. The once towering Wu Qi Mountain was now gone. On the huge mountain, a huge abyss appeared. From afar, one could hear the roar of the hot lava flowing. Countless strange red lights shot out from the abyss into the sky, like the images of the legendary demons...
The group of people walked towards the abyss again. Daoist Cang Song originally wanted to ask what was going on with this sudden and huge change, but the conversation just now had completely dispelled his patience. Asking such a dull disciple of the Ghost King Sect was like suffering. He might as well ask the Ghost King Sect Master directly later.
Jin Ping 'er followed behind them and walked slowly. She silently observed the Ghost King Sect disciples around her. At first glance, they looked no different from ordinary people except for their slightly stiff movements. There was nothing strange about it, but the vigilance in Jin Ping 'er's eyes grew stronger.
In the distance, Jin Ping 'er slowly revealed her figure behind a human stone. The escape just now seemed simple, but she had used up all her wits and skills until now. Only then did he slowly heave a sigh of relief. He also realized that his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
But before she could relax, a scream of extreme pain suddenly came from the depths of the red light. It was Daoist Cang Song. Jin Ping 'er's body trembled and she immediately turned around to hide behind a rock. Although Daoist Cang Song's scream was sharp, it quickly weakened and disappeared. What followed was a rumbling laughter full of madness. It was as if everything in the world would be stepped on by him, and the mountains would shake. The echo rumbled…
It was the Ghost King who had cultivated the Four Spirits Blood Array. Daoist Cang Song had almost lost all his essence and had also become a puppet to follow the Ghost King to the Qingyun Sect. Who remembered who in the endless crowd? Who would recognize who? After the Ghost King's death, most people gradually regained their consciousness and slowly woke up. However, a small number of people would never wake up and would become crazy. Daoist Cang Song was the first one to wake up because of his lifetime of cultivation. He had lost 70 - 80% of his cultivation. He had been wandering around the Green Cloud Mountain for the next few days. Where should he go? Logically speaking, Wan Jianyi's revenge had been taken. It was impossible for him to return to the Ghost King Sect. After all, he still had the righteous path in his heart. "You may doubt the righteous path in your heart, but you must never doubt justice. You can defend the Demonic Sect, but you can never speak for evil.”As long as one's heart was clear, one would not become a slave to desire.
A blade of grass can find the way home, but what about people? When you are lost in the world, where is your home? Can anyone hear the whispers of the grass hidden in the earth? People's memories of certain things also depended on the appearance of the grass. A man will live for an autumn as long as he looks at the grass, and the grass will live for a lifetime as long as he looks at the man. People's hearts are impetuous and the world is declining. Who else can lower their heads and listen to the memories of the grass? A blade of grass was deep in the soil, thinking and smiling in the shallow soil. Being pampered by the land was the greatest happiness of a blade of grass, right? Grass always sang in the land, but people would not be spoiled, so they had to lead themselves to wander. F * ck, I remember the way home. Where is he? What about the beliefs you hold? Where is the old man whom you thought was 'bullied' and whom you had once risked everything for revenge?”Did he ever regret it? Did he have any thoughts of revenge? Did he tell you his thoughts?
Perhaps everything is fake, so why do you persist? Repent and be saved? Where is the shore? Where was Misery? The hardest thing for people was not understanding their own hearts.
Lin Jingyu raised his head and looked at the sky. The sky above him was blue and cloudless. The warm sunlight shone on his body, bringing with it an unfeeling warmth. The green Dragon Slaying Sword at his waist reflected a beautiful and changing light.
Ever since the mysterious person passed away, the Green Cloud Mountain had undergone several changes. However, due to the drastic changes, no one noticed this secluded corner that had long been separated from the world. However, Lin Jingyu seemed to be very fond of this place. Perhaps it was because he was grateful for the old man from back then. In short, unknowingly, many people tacitly agreed. Lin Jingyu became the successor to guard the ancestral hall.
The falling leaves were blown away by the wind. The withered leaves were swept away by the broom, but they were soon blown away by the wind. The forest was quiet and the breeze was cool. The young man swept the fallen leaves calmly. It was as if the earth was still under his feet as long as he held the broom, and his life was still revolving. The old man was still standing behind him, looking at him quietly…
The leaves of the parasol tree are yellow and sad. Where are my old friends? Smoke and water…
Frost brewed a pot of new wine, the wind poured willow advised, drunk lying in the autumn light.
In the dream, there were a few degrees of coldness.
The evening breeze was tight, and tears sprinkled on the Xiaoxiang River.
The most painful thing was that the peach blossoms were still there, and the twilight was still there.
Who was injured? Gu Ying faced the wind, the wind blew the fallen leaves to sacrifice the soul.
Although the stem is broken, it still has arrogance; The heart is broken, but also hope to be kind.
The cold wind is cold, and the darkness looks at each other.
In the sound of the broken Hong, standing in the setting sun.
However, it seemed like this day was destined to be a restless one.
As soon as he entered the ancestral hall, Lin Jingyu suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. At the same time, his surroundings darkened. He couldn't help but frown. For the past ten years, he had been following this mysterious old man here to take care of the ancestral hall. However, from the day he arrived, he felt that this ancestral hall was very strange. No matter what, it was always gloomy and dark. However, this place wasn't completely dark. Instead, in front of the ancestral tablets, there were many incense sticks. However, the faint light of these dim candles seemed to only exist to set off the deeper darkness here. There was no way to get rid of the dark and gloomy feeling in the hall.
The moment Lin Jingyu stepped into the ancestral hall, the blood essence in his entire body seemed to have been bewitched, and it was abnormally excited. Droplets of blood shot out like arrows. In his shock, Lin Jingyu finally realized his predicament and forced himself to control his mind and guard his heart meridian. Her heart started beating faster and she felt like she was about to lose control of herself. A voice sounded from outside," Nine Heavens Dark Fiends, turn into divine lightning; Brilliant heavenly might, lead it with the sword." It was that familiar voice, the voice he had once trusted. In his shock, he couldn't think of anything else and muttered," Nine Heaven Dark Fiends, turn into divine thunder…brilliant…heavenly might…guide it with the sword." A furious roar came from the darkness. It was either sad, happy, bitter, or noisy, but Lin Jingyu was unmoved. Gradually, the black gas disappeared and flowed in the direction of the Illusion Moon Cave. When he came back to his senses, he saw a familiar figure. At this moment, he looked a little desolate and hunched…
Daoist Priest Cang Song tried his best to squeeze out a smile. After a while, no one spoke. Just like that, both sides stood there quietly. Ever since Long Shou Peak betrayed him, they had never been able to raise their heads in the Qingyun Sect. He had hated him before, and now, he was standing in front of him. Her figure was a little thin. Although she was smiling, it could not hide her weakness. Looking closely, there were a few more strands of white hair. The silver hair fluttered gently. The old man was very kind at this moment, as if he was still the "master", the first and only "master" in his life. After a closer look, he looked much older.
The wind was blowing wildly, and his clothes fluttered.
The withered leaves twirled and danced gently in the space between the two of them…
Should he draw his sword? Or should he continue to remain silent…
The words of the old man in the ancestral hall seemed to echo in his ears again…
The old man seemed to hesitate for a moment, but in the end, he said,"Have you seen Cang Song?"
Lin Jingyu's body trembled and he was stunned. However, he immediately fell silent. His expression was extremely complicated. After a long while, he said,"No, Senior."
The old man saw the expression on his face and suddenly said,""Do you hate him?"
A trace of pain flashed through Lin Jingyu's eyes as he slowly said,""I don't know either, but good and evil can't coexist. Anyway, even if we meet again, we're already irreconcilable enemies!”
"Humph!" The old man suddenly sneered.
"Senior, what's wrong?" Lin Jingyu was shocked.”
The old man slowly shook his head and turned around. He looked up and saw the memorial tablets of countless Qingyun Sect ancestors high up in the sky. The dim candlelight in front of their memorial tablets seemed to be their eyes as they silently looked at the people in the ancestral hall.
"He raised you since you were young, taught you Dao techniques, taught you how to be a good person, and even passed the Dragon Slaying Sword to you.”The old man suddenly said indifferently.
Lin Jingyu shook his head slowly and said in a low voice,""He has always been very good to me. In the past, I respected him like a god and treated him like a father. But…"
Lin Jingyu didn't continue, and the old man suddenly fell silent. After a long time, the old man smiled bitterly. With endless bitterness, he looked at the memorial tablets and said in a low voice,"Actually, Cang Song is just a pitiful person who took the wrong path…"
A faint smile appeared on Lin Jingyu's lips. He looked at the ancestral hall and seemed to have made a decision in his heart. She lifted her clothes and knelt down. She kowtowed heavily a few times and called out in a low, sobbing voice,"Master." The old man smiled gratefully and responded.
"Get up. Senior Wan once told me that a good man doesn't have to be so pretentious. I raised you myself, so I know your temper. You've already kowtowed, so you don't owe me anything. Do it…"
Lin Jingyu was shocked." A good man doesn't have to be so pretentious. The old man in the ancestral hall also said the same thing. Could he be Wan Jianyi?”
Daoist Cang Song didn't give Lin Jingyu any time. He answered with his sword. The old man's expression was calm as he softly recited the words that seemed to have magical power. Brilliant heavenly might, guided by the sword…"
Killing intent and air currents began to rise and attack Lin Jingyu. Instinctively, Lin Jingyu touched the Dragon Slaying Sword and recited," The righteous qi of heaven and earth is vast and eternal. We don't seek to kill immortals, but to kill ghosts and gods." It was Wan Jianyi's famous ultimate skill, the second of the Four Moves of the Green Cloud Sword Technique,'Slaying Ghosts'. The only thing that was passed down in the world was the Godly Sword Lightning-Controlling True Spell. The two powerful sword techniques of the Qingyun Sect collided for the first time in this narrow space.
Hearing Lin Jingyu's recitation, Daoist Cang Song was shocked. Wasn't 'Ghost Slaying' Senior Brother Wan's famous ultimate skill? How did Lin Jingyu know how to use it? Did Senior Brother Wan give it to Lin Jingyu in his spirit dream? Daoist Cang Song quickly denied this absurd idea. Was Senior Brother Wan still alive?……
He wanted to ask him, but the answer he got was "Slaying the Ghost God". Daoist Cang Song suddenly smiled, once again, and it was a very pure smile.
The two surging airwaves finally converged. At that moment, Daoist Cang Song let go and charged towards Lin Jingyu and the Ghost Slayer.
"The righteous qi of heaven and earth is eternal. I don't want to kill immortals, but I want to kill ghosts and gods…"
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