The full moon hangs high.

The reason why Ziluan Palace called Ziluan was that when this sect was established in ancient times, the founder of the founding master collected strange stones from all over the world. With his own rare weapon refining method since ancient times, he opened the furnace to transport the Danhuo for three months. He put the strange rocks he had collected for many years into the furnace. He refined all kinds of strange stones into one place, turned into a white feldspar, and cut the feldspar into the top of the palace. Although it seemed simple and elegant, it seemed too simple compared to the immortals elsewhere.

According to classical records, it is said that the founder of Ziluan Palace heard gossip and said that it was Ziluan Palace and it was not very particular. The crux of the problem fell on the eaves of this place that looked at the white palace. Compared with the sects in other places where there were either gold and jade or scattered patterns, it was really not a clever one. However, the founder of Ziluan Palace ignored it. Since the establishment of Ziluan Palace, he has never mentioned the renovation of the eaves of the palace for many years. No matter how often the disciples in Ziluan Palace talked about it, they were still indifferent.

Perhaps the Dayuan Sect is withering, and the fewer children are born with portable practice postures in the world. The cultivation sects in the entire Dayuan Sect are becoming more and more major generals. On the contrary, the remaining Ziluan Palace is probably a hundred and eight years ago. At that time, there were no ten sects. Many old men in the desperate sects saw that they had little life, so they had to go to Zhongzhou to count on the fate of heaven and bring back the two favorite younger disciples, but they repeatedly encountered walls because they were the flowers and plants.

If the rules of Zhongzhou and the practitioners of Daqizhong in the West Road are inevitably subject to disputes, and even life and death are in conflict. The number of immortal sects in the Dayuan realm is not comparable to that in the Zhongzhou realm, and because there have not been many new generations of cultivation who have entered the sect for many years, they are naturally not as powerful as the Zhongzhou sect, and they have even reached a situation where there are no successors. Therefore, even if they take risks and violate the rules of Zhongzhou sect, it will be a drop in the bucket and it is still difficult to solve the dilemma of Dayuan sect.

It is also this time that the eaves of Ziluan Palace have no reason to appear strange in the eaves of the Ziluan Palace. The sky is dull and thick clouds are stacked. There is no strange phenomenon in the eaves of the White House. But if the sun is bright outside the sky or the moon is gradually showing, thousands of threads of purple aura will rise on the eaves of Ziluan Palace, almost wrapping the entire Ziluan Palace in the purple aura. The sun shines and the moon is accompanied by the purple aura like a waterfall and the purple aura will flow out of the mountains, just like a fairy family falling in the mortal world, which is the most magical.

The four words "The Sign of Daxing" are in any place, even if the human beings who practice are stable in their minds, they have to think about the weight of these four words for a while. Not to mention whether there are any signs of prosperity, there are always people with advanced realms visiting each place in Ziluan Palace. It is definitely not empty, so they have to give in two steps. There are also many sects with Ziluan Palace.

The flying eaves of Ziluan Palace have saved many immortals from the dilemma of no successors. There are many children and young people who come here with great reputation. They have their own unique status and their natural status has risen. They have been in power for decades, and they have only declined until the recent two generations.

Now the full moon is hanging high, and the purple aura that was originally like thousands of silk ribbons has never been revealed, as if it had faded away in a magical way. There is only a very ordinary Su Bai Palace, and there is no strange phenomenon left.

At the highest point of Ziluan Palace, a young man with a feminine appearance looked at the flying eaves where purple air was no longer floating, and his face was about to sink down. A maid who was serving tea and fruits beside him had not yet made any moves, so he taught the young man to pinch his throat and lift it up. Within a moment, his face was full of redness and blue veins leapt suddenly, and it was obvious that it was difficult to hold on for a moment.

"If it weren't for the similar appearance to that person, how could he have entered this Ziluan Palace? Even if the grand occasion is no longer there, it would not be just coming and going at will."

The maid's throat was ringing and it immediately became a whole, but the young man did not succeed in killing the man, but glanced at the maid's face, and then threw the latter into the main hall and walked out of the palace by himself.

The young man called Yan Wudao and had been in Ziluan Palace for more than ten years. He had not necessarily had a very high talent, but his strength was rare. He spent six or seven years and eventually became a confidant disciple. The palace master Zhang Lingdu was at ease with Yan Wudao’s big and small matters, and most of them could be handled safely. He was hardworking and obedient in Ziluan Palace, and he never violated his master’s sect. However, the brothers in Ziluan Palace knew that this senior brother Yan Wudao had always been indifferent and never fought for power. He did his best to do his best and did not bully others. However, he only liked the daughter of the master’s family, and the young master of Ziluan Palace.

As the mountain approached, Yan Wudao slowed down and his expression became harmonious. He carefully slapped his clothes with the lights in the mountains to remove dust. He looked at the shoe faces again, and saw that there was nothing wrong with it. Then he walked carefully to a thatched cottage, knocked on the door lightly, and stood upright outside the door and waited.

"We have all fallen into this situation now, and we are very polite. If we are disciples in Ziluan Palace, we will push the door and enter by ourselves."

The people in the thatched cottage were very depressed, which clearly meant that they were unstable and sad.

Yan Wudao pushed the door open, but a smile rose on his face for no reason, just like the wild grass in the wind encountering open flames. In an instant, the whole feminine face was stained with a wrinkle and smiled. He stared at the simple middle-aged man in front of him, with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Master is here, I'll take a look. Have you ever lived here?" The young man's smile dissipated, and he walked forward with two steps proudly, looking around, and nodded frequently, "It's said that a saint lives in a humble room like a golden house, which may not seem out of place. Now that the master lives here, the four walls of the family can disperse his mind. In the eyes of the disciple, the master's Taoism is indeed profound."

Zhang Lingdu took the first step into the house from Yan Wudao, and then frowned and squeezed his fists. He tried hard to suppress his liver fire. He laughed back and said, "It's natural. I, Zhang Lingdu, is a person without talent and virtue. Since I don't have that ability, I should have freed up the main hall of Ziluan Palace and live here. It is also considered that the skills of teaching and teaching the disciples over the years are low, which makes the current scene. There are always dogs and wolf eyes that are white and cannot be raised."

Yan Jidao smiled calmly when he heard this, and grabbed Zhang's old magistrate chair and sat down. His expression was as normal as before, as if he had never heard these words at all, and his ten fingers were pressed into one place.

"The most important thing for ordinary people is to know it. It seems that Master lives in this humble room and still has many thoughts that have never arisen in the past. As a disciple, I feel relieved. If Master thinks about something, his disciple will not be so unreasonable. He must write a letter to ask that master to let Master have a not-so-simple residence, at least he can protect his face."

In the past two years, Zhang Lingdu came out of the mountain several times, but was blocked by the people in Xu Meng's mansion. Whether he sent a letter or went out in person, he could not perform his journey. Even when he used his magical powers several times, he was almost gone from the territory of the Yuan Dynasty and was still chased by Yan Qiye. He was defeated in less than a hundred times. He was blocked by Yan Qiye, whose realm was increasing day by day. Now he could not even use the most subtle means, and he sat in the mountains all day long.

The great power in Ziluan Palace was handed over by Yan Qiye and Yan Jidao. Now, the disciples who had intended to help Zhang Lingdu have been removed by Yan Jidao, and even many loyal disciples have been abandoned from their way of cultivation, breaking their arms, legs and feet and rushing down the mountain. Several of them have disappeared since they entered the main hall and met Yan Jidao.

Everyone in the sect knew that those people had probably ended up dead without evidence and no proof of the whole body, so they were all shocked by the gentle and respectful senior brother who was usually gentle and respectful. No one dared to say a few good words to his master, and they only focused on protecting themselves. As for Zhang Lingdu, no one really asked.

Yan Jidao fiddled with the old fur on the throne chair, and was very disgusted. However, looking at Zhang Lingdu and his wife's simple clothes and simple decorations, they should change their faces and sighed in a deep voice, "Master, don't be rushing to refute, but listen to the disciple's words. Now that Xu Meng's mansion is in power, there has been a vague look at the great energy. Now the old clan of the tent is stupid and incompetent, and Hehan is still young, and he has no reputation to take all the tribes of all sizes and tribes into their own. I dare to ask Master, who can stop Xu Meng's mansion from taking the steps of his words?"

"Most of the immortal sects in Zhongzhou only care about the snow in front of the door. Even if they had friendship before, who would be willing to send three points to help Ziluan Palace? First, it was extremely difficult, and second, who would like to stand opposite Xu Meng Mansion, which was right at the sound of drums and horns, mostly because they had hidden the thought of watching the fire from the other side of the river and sitting on the mountain and looking at the tiger. The benefits are very few and the harm is extremely great, and it is already on the table. Most of the sects are wise figures. Who would come to help Master and save Dayuan from falling into the hands of Xu Meng Mansion?"

"It's so stupid to be persistent." Yan Jidao said that, looking at Zhang Lingdu in front of him, with a very regretful expression.

Just because Zhang Lingdu never looked at this disciple from beginning to end, the woman behind him was even more contemptuous and disdainful, and the hatred in her eyes never faded away.

Zhang Lingdu picked up the teacup with cracks on the edge and drank it. He looked up at the proud disciple who had been entrusted with power. His face gradually showed a little smile and said in a chat, "Do you want to know why I didn't want to teach Wen Yu to get closer to you. Instead, whenever I saw you beside me, I would find a reason to support Wen Yu elsewhere? In fact, it is easy. After you broke through the second realm, you relied on the realm of virtual thoughts to fight with others, and almost killed his fellow disciples. Although he said that the state was unstable and he did nothing, it was clearly a killer move I taught you with my own hands. From then on, I knew that some young people who seemed gentle and humble and had a clean family background really mean that they were evil."

"You came here this time, actually to ask me why the purple aura is not shown for no reason in the flying eaves of Ziluan Palace." Zhang Lingdu's smile became deeper and deeper, and he looked at Yan Jidao who had finally become gloomy in his face, making two fingers point their fingers and smile.

"With such a head waving his tail to Xu Meng's mansion and begging for mercy, using other people's power to bully the jackals of his fellow disciples, why is there still purple energy left in Ziluan Palace?"

Many days later, many disciples in Ziluan Palace heard something from others, one was the flying eaves of Ziluan Palace, the other was the beautiful scenery with no purple air in the future, and the other was Zhang Lingdu, the owner of Ziluan Palace, who was abandoned by Yan Jidao, and his arms and feet were imprisoned at the foot of Ziluan Palace.
Chapter completed!