Li slowly put his sword in the sheath, and another battle was fought. Many people died in the Wudang Sect, and many people died in the Zixiao Sword Sect. Li Yi's junior brother with very good qualifications also fell down. Over the past year, he has become a rookie in the sect and has made great achievements.

Li didn't feel sorry, nor did he feel regretful, although his qualifications were really good. There were many sects and sects, some of which fell down quickly, and some of them had persisted for a long time, and only a very small number of them had not yet fallen. No matter how good the qualifications were, they would fall down, and they would fail. Li Qing breathed a sigh of relief and turned over and led the disciples of the sect who had packed up the spoils to return to Zixiao City.

The small temple welcomes a master today. In recent years, the name of the Master of Secret Meditation has been very clear in Buddhism. Starting two years ago, Buddhist monks who were originally disdainful of communication because the Master of Secret Meditation did not ordain and practiced, gradually came to visit.

In fact, the small temple is no longer small now. With its popularity spread, the Western Xia royal family has already invested in the reconstruction of the small temple. The temple gate, the three-character "Shan Ling Temple" with golden three-character "Shan Ling Temple" has reached more than 300 monks in the temple.

Master Daoyan stayed in the hall of the Buddhist temple of Shanling Temple for ten days, and then left with the grandfather of more than 200 monks from Shanling Temple. The whole temple did not know what kind of communication Master Daoyan had with the host in the past ten days. After Master Daoyan left, the door of the hall of the host was closed.

In the Buddhist temple, Le'er stared at the silent Yiyun quietly, and the wooden fish still ringed in the hall rhythmically. Le'er's eyes were melancholy, and her tone was faintly sad, "He let you see the bright white world? My junior sister Yue'er can also see it."

After Le'er said that, he listened silently, and then continued, "That's great. After all, you are not a person in the world, and you are now a famous Buddhist master." Le'er said that, he was silent for a while and continued, "In the future, I'm afraid I won't have time to come for a long time. The Zixiao Sword Sect seems to be negotiating with the Tianmeng. Maybe, it won't take long before the Jianghu will launch an alliance against Lingjiu Palace."

"Last time, if it weren't for your rescue and I was dead, Xi'er would have sacrificed me blood. If so, I'm afraid the alliance would have been formed long ago." Le'er was silent for a while and gently placed a booklet beside Yiyun. "I believe you have a past, but since you can let go of it now, it's a good thing after all. This is my artistic experience that Yue'er recorded, which should be useful to you."

Le'er continued in a sad tone, "You have a bloody smell, although it is very light, but it is not a good thing for you now. Yue'er's artistic conception can gradually transform into murderous aura. I hope your Buddhist practice will further improve in the future."

Le'er turned around and walked away lightly, using his skills to chant "If I heard this, love is the source of hatred. Hu Han will not return, one loses, the other crys. I would rather you be confused and be poisoned by love, and be satisfied while being cruel."

Le'er left, and the wooden fish that had not been interrupted for several years in the Buddhist temple suddenly stopped, and the wooden fish was shattered. Master Daoyan, after sitting in the Buddhist temple for ten days, he only left a sentence, "Since you can forget yourself, why don't you let yourself forget?" In the Buddhist temple, a white aura lit up, and the aura lasted not long, for about half a quarter of an hour.

But Yiyun saw that everything in her eyes turned into a soft white light when the aura lit up. The light was extremely soft and beautiful, and it also had a warmth filled with the body and mind. Then, Yiyun saw the illusion, which was very light and blurry, and Yiyun could not see clearly, but what she felt was happiness and laughter...

The Foyin suddenly disappeared, the wooden fish broke, and the murderous fantasy that had been missing for many years suddenly appeared in Yiyun's mind, and then it was dark. Everything was empty, cold and penetrated into the bone marrow. Yiyun raised her hand, but could not see anything. I don't know how long it took, as if it was decades...

The whistling wind came into Yiyun's mind, holding a soft body in her arms. Yiyun could gradually see everything clearly. Falling was falling from the cliff. At the acupoint behind Yiyun's head, the soft fingers were gently pressed and saw clearly. A clear face was Xi'er's original appearance.

The cold feeling of being wet in the body was instantly close to Xier's face, and the timid and weak voices formed a line, and sounded in Yiyun's ears.

"Yiyun, without you, I will be lonely and lonely. But don't get close to me anymore, I will destroy you, you will be more painful than rebirth." Yiyun's face seemed to be soaked in cold water, but suddenly felt a little warmth, like a light mark on her lips.

"Forget it, but I don't want to let your consciousness remember forever, and let your memory be sealed forever. In this way, I think you remembered it, but also forgot it."

All the feelings disappeared, the blood-colored world, the blood-colored space... The blood-red figure seemed to fall down when blown by the wind. The beauty of the demon always had a smile on her face, staring at a deep purple figure...

The Buddhist temple is still a Buddhist temple, and all the illusions spread. The wooden fish that had been knocked in front of Yiyun for seven years had broken down, and the Buddha seal in her body disappeared. The deep purple yin attribute true qi in her body was frantically poured into the meridians that had been sealed for many years, and the coolness penetrated Yiyun's body and mind. This is so familiar, it is Yiyun's own true qi...

Le'er's soft tone was as if she was still echoing in the Buddhist temple repeatedly, "I heard it..." Yi Yun took out a new wooden fish from the cabinet with a light hand and slowly knocked it. The sound of wooden fish that had stopped for unknown amounts of time, and then rang in the Buddhist temple again, but not long after, it stopped abruptly, and the wooden fish broke again.

In the Buddhist temple, the Master Chen Zen, a lay Buddhist disciple who had been wearing a Buddhist hat on his head for many years, fell gently on the ground of the Buddhist temple. The Master Chen Zen's long hair fell down, covering most of his face, and his body was completely covered by a layer of rich deep purple energy. In the Buddhist temple, there was a silence outside.

Shanling Temple, the gate of the Buddhist temple of the presided master would never have opened unless there were distinguished guests. Although the Zen Master seemed to have not knocked on the wooden fish again these days, the monks in the temple were determined not to open the door rashly and enter.

Le'er is not a monk or a nun. So Le'er pushed the door and entered, and the Buddhist temple was the same, but the back was gone. Le'er was surprised, but he took it for granted. Originally, the position where the Zen Master meditated was thirteen small piles of wood debris, which were left behind after the wooden fish were crushed. Le'er gently held the edge of the door, and stood softly against the door...

Yiyun took out a complete set of clothes from Xixia Money House, and was still surrounded by a white robe. She turned over and rushed towards Huashan Qinglong Altar. Near the Qinglong Altar, the Huashan School was engaged in a small-scale fierce battle with the Blood Knife Sect. Yiyun was forced to stop the horse and wait for the fierce battle to end at the distant intersection with a plain expression.

At this time, there were already many small teams of disciples from other places here watching the fun. The people watching the fun showed an extremely alert look to the disciples from his place. Yiyun felt extremely irritable and always felt something was wrong. When she looked down, she subconsciously put on a string of Buddhist beads on her neck after changing her clothes.

Yiyun finally realized something was wrong. She grabbed the Buddhist beads and rushed over with the fierce battle crowd on horseback. In a blink of an eye, she rushed into the center of the fierce battle between the two sides. The Buddhist beads in her hand were injected into internal force by Yiyun and used as hidden weapons to shoot out at the two disciples blocking the way. It was extremely accurate. Each Buddhist bead would definitely take away the lives of one or three people, and it was the key to the throat.

Yiyun's horse galloped very fast, and in just half a quarter of an hour it had completely crossed the edge of the fierce battle. The horse ran through a straight road soaked in blood. Yiyun pulled off the white robe outside, her appearance restored to her true form, and galloped towards the Qinglong Altar.

A month later, not far from Zixiao Mountain, Li Zheng led a group of disciples of the sect and Quanzhen Sect to stand in a fierce battle. A tall black horse with a deep purple figure suddenly penetrated into the center of the fierce battle. Wherever the dark horse passed, all the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect were splattering blood and throwing them away. The dark horse rushed in the battle circle for a long time, and all the masters with stronger strength in Quanzhen died.

The dark horse galloped too fast, and the purple shadow on the horse's back moved faster, which made people unable to see clearly. The purple shadow drove the dark horse for a while, and seemed a little impatient. After a while, sword weapons of different lengths and widths within two hundred meters on the battlefield flew high in the air, shooting towards the battle circle in the next moment, and all stabbed the generals at the critical point of the Quanzhen Sect disciples.

Such a shocking blow shocked the audience. Li shouted loudly, "Everyone welcomes the leader!" Zixiao Sword Sect responded quickly and immediately Maimao Yiyun's name. He was slow to react but also understood when he heard this. The disciples of Quanzhen Sect had no intention of fighting and fled one after another.

Yiyun stood firmly, looked around everyone, nodded slightly. Li stepped forward and bowed and said, "The leader!" Yiyun said lightly, "Where is Madam?" Li quickly replied, "Madam has been in Zixiao Mountain for the past eight years. She rarely goes out to play, but she is in a mood." Yiyun nodded gently, galloped away as before, and never said anything extra.

Yiyun turned over from the cliff and jumped up. Zishan happily smiled and put down the booklet in her hand, jogged and rushed into Yiyun's arms, wrapped her hands around her waist and hugged Yiyun tightly, saying "Yiyun..." Yiyun hugged her hands slightly, and then hugged Zishan with one hand towards the chair beside the cliff. Zishan was excited and talked about the interesting things that had happened in the years as if Yiyun was just going out to do things, as if the two had separated for eight hours, eight days, not eight years.

Jianghu Announcement: The head of Zixiao Sword Sect, the head of the Zixiao Sword Sect, passes on the position of the head of the sect, Yu Yiyun.

The third legend of the world that lost its news, Yiyun, came back to the surface eight years later and was still the head of the Zixiao Sword Sect. The crazy world, the heads of various sects, seemed to have suddenly felt a bucket of cold water from head to toe, and seemed to have almost forgotten that there was another legend of justice...

On the top of Zixiao Palace, Beiluo Zixiao slowly flew into Yiyun's hand. At the hilt of the sword, the exquisite purple clothes hanging were swaying in the wind. At the top of Piaomiao Peak, Xier gently held the stone pillar of the pavilion with her hands, looked at the direction of Zixiao Mountain, and murmured softly, "Yiyun? Why... are you... always, want... to make me unhappy... you, always, like this..."

Xiao Jian raised his eyes and looked at the direction of Zixiao Mountain, and said in a cold tone, "He is back again." Bucun said hatefully, "What's going on? Tianmeng and his senior sister have said that he will not get involved in this struggle, why is this happening!" Xiao Jian was silent, closed his eyes and immersed in self-study.
Chapter completed!