As long as the time comes, the sword will naturally be sharp enough, and the yellow leaves will naturally be everywhere. A young man without a master can cultivate a generation of strong people.

Just like no matter how long and exhausting the journey is, there is an end.

The cloud ship from Zhongzhou sent back to Yunmeng Mountain.

The clouds and mist outside the mountain formed countless waves, and then shattered like dreams.

When these cloud boats went to Qingshan yesterday, they were not only arrogant but also in silence, but also in their silence, they were bound to win.

When I returned, I was so silent, dead and could not hear any sound.

The White Blade Immortal returns to the world and dies at the hands of the Queen of the Snow Kingdom!

What made them even more frightened was that the head of the sect actually joined forces with the Qingshan Sect to kill Bai Zhenren!

Thinking of this, hundreds of sights subconsciously landed on the cloud ship in front, but did not see the tall figure.

At some point, Tan Zhenren had already left the Yunchuan in advance and returned to Yunmeng Mountain.

He first went to the back mountain and met several elders who had nowhere to come out of the world. He didn't know what he said, and then stepped down the clouds and went to the deepest part of the Yunmeng Formation.

Yesterday in Qingshan, he was backfired by the restriction on the Ten-Term Demon Tower and was seriously injured. For some reason, after returning to Yunmeng, he was not in a hurry to cure his injuries, but he had to do these things.

The clouds slowly drifted away, revealing the huge and terrifying figure of the Qilin.

Tan Zhenren looked at Qilin quietly, his eyes were gentle and calm, and the wrinkles on his wide forehead had long disappeared.

His eyes were strange, as if he was looking at other places, or even at other times.

Of course, he couldn't see Qilin, but that person.

Or the cloud that has never dispersed.

They were once brothers and sisters, and later Taoist couples, who had been with each other for hundreds of years. They had never really known each other, and there were only calculations hidden in the deepest part.

Bai Zhenren's thoughts were hidden deeper than him and started earlier, so he lost without any wickedness. And if he hadn't been persuaded by Jingyang Zhenren, how could he be counted by her?

Now that I think about it, the Yunwu Taoist Technique can be broken by the Ten Directions Demon-Suppressing Tower, it should be that she asked Qilin to deliberately let it go more than 300 years ago?

"Is Sister Yuan good now?" Tan Zhenren asked.

Qilin said, "Why do you have to care about hypocritically again at this time? I ignore your family affairs. I just want to ask why you gave Jing Yunzhong to Jingyang?"

Tan Zhenren said: "I didn't give it to him, I gave it to a child's face."

Qilin was a little surprised and said, "You actually want to pass the head to that traitor?"

Tan Zhenren said: "Zaoer is still sleeping in Ohara City. I don't know when I will wake up, and I don't know if I can wake up. Who else can I pass it on to besides my childhood face?"

This is part of his agreement with Jing Jiu.

But even though Tongyan still doesn't know that Jing Jiu sold him back from Aoyama Sect back to Zhongzhou.

Two faint fires emerged in Qilin's eyes and said, "That traitor dared to give Jing Yunzhong to Jingyang. Do you think I would agree to him come back? Will he agree to him as the head?"

Tan Zhenren said: "I am the head of Zhongzhou School, what you said doesn't count."

Qilin laughed wildly and said, "Have you ever thought that Jing Yunzhong is in Jingyang now, you are seriously injured again, can I swallow you in one bite?"

Tan Zhenren said, "What do you think is this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bell filled with ancient charm appeared in his palm.

It is Jingyun Bell.

Qilin's eyes suddenly changed and he let out a shrill long roar.

Not because of fear, but because of anger.

How many times does the same picture appear?

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What speed will be when using endless fairy energy to display the Heaven and Earth Escape Technique?

Spring shines with warm light, and the aura hidden in it and moving towards the distance can instantly flow hundreds of miles.

But it was still not as fast as the sword light, even though the traces of the sword light had become a little crooked, not as traversing the world as it was at the beginning, and it was straight forward and straight.

Guocheng Temple is very close to the East China Sea.

When Tongyan answered the first question from the master of Shuiyue Temple, Bai Zhenren came to the temple with the sunshine, turning into fog in the pine forest, and then appeared in front of a Zen room.

This Zen room is called Baishan, which was the place where Taiping Zhenren and Xuanyin Ancestor listened to the sutras.

Yesterday, Taiping Zhenren died, Xuanyin Ancestor died, and the first seat of the Guocheng Temple lecture hall was dead, and she was still alive.

Bai Zhenren walked into the meditation room and quietly looked at the Buddha statue, not knowing what he was thinking.

The bells are melodiously echoing in the temple, and the sounds of scriptures make the spring light more organized.

A few years ago, the old abbot of Guocheng Temple had passed away. The Zen son was far away in the snow field. No monk in the temple could sense her arrival.

The bells and scriptures can cover up her breath and allow her to rest for a moment.

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There is a vegetable garden outside Guocheng Temple.

There are abandoned houses in the vegetable garden.

There is only half of the kimchi jar left in the house.

The sword light flashed past and went up the cliff.

A small round hole was left on the yellow wall of the temple.

A breeze blew in the kitchen.

Several cracks appeared on the stone beast in a hall.

The stone tower in the quiet garden was illuminated by the sword light.

Jing Jiu showed his body, reached out to touch the stone tower, and looked at the numerous temples outside.

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The bell stopped quickly.

The meridian sound lasted for a long time.

I don’t know if it was the opportunity mentioned by Zen Buddhism or the great changes in the world yesterday, but the monks recited the "The Three Thousand Great Vows" this morning class.

This scripture talks about getting rid of the suffering of this world and going to the three thousand wonderful worlds. The last sentence is: the supreme subtle Dharma, hundreds of thousands of meanings to escape from disasters.

When this scripture drifted away with the wind, Jing Jiu and Bai Zhenren met again.

There is a stone ping outside the Baishan Zen Room, and the other side is the pagoda of Guocheng Temple, which buried the great monks and masters of all generations.

The old abbot who passed away a few years ago was in the new tower in the front.

If Taiping Zhenren stayed here as the abbot, he would probably have his own stone tower.

Jing Jiu flicked his finger and the ancient bell in a temple in the distance was ringing.

The bell that rang again alarmed the monks in Guocheng Temple.

Several clear lights floated up from the palace tower forests and gradually gathered together, like a cassock moving with the wind, which was the mountain gate formation.

It is difficult for Bai Zhenren to use the Heaven and Earth Escape Method to leave.

She had no intention of leaving, and she carried her hands on her back, raised her face and closed her eyes, as if she thought the bell sounded very nice.

Hundreds of monks rushed over and surrounded Tallinn.

Jing Jiu waved his hand.

The monks knew what he meant and retreated outside with some anxiety.

For some reason, he did not directly turn into the sword light and cut Bai Zhenren more than ten feet away into pieces.

Bai Zhenren didn't take action either.

The two stood quietly in the Tallinn.

A breeze wafted over with the unique scent of the pine trees, touching the white clothes and white skirts.

Papapapapapapapapa, countless slight crisp sounds sounded from the depths of Jing Jiu and Bai Zhenren's bodies.

Countless cracks appeared on the surface of the stone tower, and all the weeds on the ground turned into fragments. The Buddha statues in the quiet room of Baishan had peeled off a lot of paint in a very short time.

Even the mountain gate array in the sky reacted very strongly. The robes made of clear were torn apart several holes, and the sunlight fell down like this, illuminating the stone towers into statues on the chessboard.

Feeling the terrible aura floating in the temple, the monks in Guocheng Temple were full of compassion and kept proclaiming the Buddha's name.

Those auras are not sword intent or Taoist sect's mysterious skills. They have a clear sense of damage, and are all the injuries of Jing Jiu and Bai Zhenren.

Bai Zhenren opened his eyes and said, "How long can you go further?"
To be continued...