Luling Mountain, Yilian Temple.

The mountains are continuous, the forest is green, a strong wind blows, and the waves of the green sea rise with white mist, just like a fairyland.

"Brother Lin, our sect is in front of you."

Luan Chun showed Lin Shan the way, and the girl beside him, Xiao Yao, jumped up and down and had a great time playing on the clouds.

Although Lin Shan is currently at the Golden Core stage, according to the practice of the cultivation world, Luan Chun should be called senior, but Lin Shan is nostalgic, so he should just call her senior.

This time I came to Yilian Temple to visit the long-lost Protector Yan.

Before leaving.

Lin Shan deliberately left Brother Ji behind so that he could take care of his Kun Cult, with the help of the pig-headed monster.

The combined combat power of these two is not bad, and coupled with Qian Bu and the Geng Jin formation, it is enough to block most threats.

Jin Yaofeng has no worries for the time being.

Over the Green Mountain.

Luan Chun took him under a community of temples. The long mountain steps lead from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, giving him a sense of pilgrimage.

At the door of the temple, there was an old woman with silver hair, her eyes were cloudy, she was muttering to herself, and she had a long black lotus staff on her lap.

"master!"

Xiao Yao was filled with joy, and he immediately threw himself on the old woman, hanging like a koala under her neck, laughing and joking.

"Senior Sister Hongchun."

Luan Chun said hello and briefly introduced Lin Shan.

This old woman was Protector Yan's personal bodyguard back then. She participated in the Great Song Dynasty's War between Evil and Evil. Like Lin Shan, she was an envoy of the Demonic Cult in the foundation-building period.

Now more than eighty years have passed, I am old and yellow, my end is approaching, my teeth are almost falling out, and I just guard the mountain gate and bask in the sun every day.

A few days ago, my apprentice Xiao Yao was lost. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but old age is approaching and there is nothing he can do.

Now I see that Luan Chun has been brought back, and his old face is blooming like a chrysanthemum.

"Hey, hey...ho...good, good."

She glanced at Linshan and felt a little familiar. Because it was so long ago, she couldn't recognize it, so she could only look at it stupidly.

After Luan Chun introduced it, it took me a long time to recall it.

"Lin, Lin Shan, oh, you are still so young..."

She nodded and started teasing her apprentice Xiao Yao again.

Lin Shan had a slight impression of this person, and after a few polite greetings, he and Luan Chun crossed the threshold and entered the temple.

The temple is deep and dark, with the scent of sandalwood lingering in the air.

Moss-green tiles and wells are rough-ground.

Most of the disciples who could be seen occasionally were sitting cross-legged and meditating quietly, walking in the corridor under the eaves and chanting sutras.

This place seems to be a pure land that ignores the disturbances from the outside world, and it seems out of place under the high-intensity fighting in the demonic kingdom.

Passing through the nine-curved corridor, there is a bamboo path leading to the deepest part.

A woman in black robe sat alone.

There was a harp on her lap, engraved with a pair of orioles. When her fingers plucked the strings, the two birds seemed to come to life.

The sound of the piano lingers sadly, whispering the pain of parting and missing lovesickness.

It's hard to imagine how much hardship and hatred a woman who has been fighting and training in the devil's world since childhood would have to go through to grow to such a point.

She could have had a solid arm to lean on.

But it's a pity that the trust is not human.

After all, she has to rely on herself for everything. She has her own inheritance to continue and her own ideals to preserve.

"Master..."

Luan Chun spoke softly, waking up the man who had been playing the piano without rest.

"Zheng~"

The bare hands with finger gloves paused, and then pressed the trembling strings with both hands.

Stop the sound slowly.

She turned around and raised her head. Her brows were still so heroic, with a soul-stirring evil aura, and her red lips were still enchanting, as bright and beautiful as fire.

However, there are some wrinkles from time on the forehead and corners of the eyes.

"Protector Yan..."

Lin Shan couldn't help himself. Seeing this Bole again, he felt a mixture of sadness and joy, and was filled with emotions.

An old friend of the Song Dynasty, Zhang Lao died, Zuo Zhenren passed away, and the only thing left was Yan Yuanchun, who took him across the ocean and lived in a foreign country.

Everything about Yichuan is as vivid as yesterday.

The singing and dancing at Yan Chun Tower, the charming and charming brothel madam with a hand-waving fan, the ruthless demon guardian of the Black Lotus Sect on the battlefield, the last look at the battle between the two armies of the State of Lu...

She is old!

Time has no solution, and no matter how charming a woman is, she cannot withstand the passage of time.

Huang Xianshi's divine dragon appears and disappears among the vast mountains, lakes and seas, pursuing some unknown secret.

I left her alone year after year, guarding the empty room, missing you and looking forward to it.

Who has not been a young girl with her skirt up and her eyes down, giving herself a lot of money?

Youth is waiting hard, time is fleeting, and she is dragged into an old woman!

She has been waiting all her life, and there are thousands of horse hooves outside the door, but it is a pity that this and the past are not the years of his return!

"Lin Shan, it's you."

Protector Yan recognized him at a glance, and his tone was inexplicably kind, showing his concern for the younger generation.

Luan Chun hadn't seen his master smile for a long time, and this was the first time in many years.

"Junior Lin Shan, please see Protector Yan!"

Lin Shan strode forward, held the disciple's bow and knelt down respectfully, unable to conceal his excitement.

Protector Yan smiled calmly and gently held his arm. Luan Chun brought him a stone bench from behind and stood behind Protector Yan.

"After all these years, you are still as young as you were then."

Protector Yan is the best at nostalgic. When he saw him, he recalled many past events. His eyes glanced into the distance inadvertently, and his side face was still so beautiful under the bamboo shadow.

This was the young man who had the deepest impression on her at first, and she had even considered marrying Luan Chun to him, so one can imagine how much she valued him.

The battle between good and evil is dangerous, and no matter how urgent it is, he is sent to the rear to avoid disasters. All kinds of support are self-evident.

Not only is he the leader of the Black Lotus Sect, he is also one of the most important noble people in his growth process!

Lin Shan sat down, enjoying the rare peace and tranquility, and chatted with his elders about home affairs.

He compiled all his stories over the years and told them to her and Luan Chun. Some of the thrilling parts also made the two of them feel the same.

Protector Yan also told him what he had experienced over the years. In the fierce competition in the demon kingdom, every step was equally frightening and extremely dangerous.

Although the two are not called masters and disciples, they have a deep bond.

She was his only supporter in the Black Lotus Sect when he was weak, and Luan Chun was also his only friend by his side at that time.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! When talking about the arrogant girl back then, Luan Chun couldn't help but shyly hit his master on the shoulder, while Lin Shan and Protector Yan looked at each other and smiled.

The long-lost feeling made his wandering heart seem to have found a home, which was the tranquility of the harbor and the laughter of relatives and friends.

It wasn't until Master Huang Xian was mentioned that the atmosphere began to change from relaxed to dull.

Master Huang Xian has been missing for too long.

Although the soul lamp was still on, no news came back for such a long time, as if he didn't know that he still had a wife far away who was worried about him every day.

I don’t know where I am, I don’t know what I am busy with.

This old man is like a mystery. He is chasing something all day long. He is obviously involved but still wants to get involved. He leaves his wife to work alone in a foreign country without caring.

"He may have compelling reasons and difficulties, or he may be trapped in one place, or he may have important ideals and missions..."

Protector Yan's eyes were filled with tears, and he felt sad for the first time.

Luan Chun also gritted her teeth angrily. She had no good impression of this old man and felt unworthy of her master.

A woman's youth is so short and her flowering period is so short. How can she withstand such consumption?

It's just that she may have seen that her master was very lovesick and couldn't bear to rub salt into the wound, or maybe she had fought against him before, but to no avail, and could only stomp in vain behind Protector Yan's back, with extremely distressed face.

Lin Shan also sighed a few times. He had long seen that Master Huang Xian was unreliable.

However, there is a saying that this old man had followed me for more than ten years in disguise and secretly protected Protector Yan. He could not fake it, which can also prove that he had extremely deep feelings.
To be continued...