Fragrant grass spreads over the green willows, and the two swallows return.

There are many tombs on the grassy hillside, new mounds and new tombs. The disciples and disciples who died in the war, regardless of their level of cultivation, are all buried in this quiet mountain. The practitioners have been away from the earthly world for hundreds of years, and their homeland has long been changed. There is no place to return to. This god

Huashan is the final destination of Chunyang monks.

At this time, what Chunyang pursues is dust returning to dust and returning to earth. There are not many complicated rules, and it is just like ordinary people.

They were all buried before the sun rose this morning. Chunyang Palace suffered heavy losses for the first time in countless years...

Offer sacrifices to mountains and inform heaven and earth.

Died into the earth, heaven and man will be separated forever.

Cuckoos are calling in the sky, tits are chirping and jumping on the trees. Bai Yujun is sitting on the boulder on the hillside where wild flowers are blooming, looking at the burial of his comrades. He lifts up the wine gourd and takes a few sips of rice wine. He raises his hand to stroke the rice wine that was blown away by the wind.

of long.

Bai Yujun is a dragon, so he can't get too close to the funeral or it will easily bump into the soul of the deceased. He can only say goodbye from afar.

He raised the wine gourd and poured wine in front of him three times. All he could do now was improve the feng shui of the cemetery and bless them sincerely, and show the greatest respect to his fallen comrade Bai Yujun.

The funeral was very simple and peaceful, with pear blossoms falling like snow all over the sky, and new mounds of soil sprinkled all over...

"Go well, may you be happy and may you climb Shenhua Mountain back to Chunyang in the next life."

Not everyone can get the blessing of the dragon, but those who get the blessing will have many benefits in improving their destiny. Even the dragon has a little bit of dragon nature. At present, it is the best blessing in this world. There are very few people in the world who have been blessed by the dragon.

Less so, more likely because he was viciously cursed by a certain dragon.

He casually pushed the loose silk in front of his eyes behind his ears, poured the wine again and found that the gourd was empty.

He shrugged and continued to sit still.

The close friend of the deceased weeps in front of the grave, heartbroken. Even practitioners cannot avoid human nature and cannot erase this worldly mind. Does it really exist to not eat the fireworks of the world?

Perhaps, this is the purpose of practicing hard, to no longer be bound by death and live freely and freely as a god.

Sitting on the top of a boulder, there is a shadow of a white dragon hovering above his head behind him. The shadow of the dragon changes with Bai's movements. Wherever Bai looks, the white dragon also makes corresponding movements. This is a very powerful and powerful thing.

The deceased has been buried, and his colleagues leave the hillside and return to the mountain gate. Bai Yujun flies lightly to the heights of Huashan Mountain.

Return to Qingxu Palace.

Walk a few steps quickly to ease the inertia caused by landing. I have nothing to do every day and wait for the next Chunyang event. I have no interest in meditating and practicing. I just think about sleeping or running around. I just want to wait for Chu Zhe to return to the Southern Wilderness after he becomes the leader. Shenhua Mountain is too boring.

, anyway, it seems that there will be no war between the two religions for at least a thousand years.

As for the changes in the Central Plains, it's none of Bai Bai's business. Just go ahead and don't harm the Southern Wilderness.

Inexplicably, the old peach tree on the Immortal Island at the top of Zuowang Peak has become different. Young disciples often run to gather under the tree. It is said that they want to get luck in the peach blossoms, and more importantly, they want to understand the secret of cultivating a real person.

The future leader had many stories under this tree and also successfully achieved enlightenment. Everyone will remember the peach blossom petals that suddenly appeared when the future leader made a breakthrough that day...

Thinking back to the many rumors between the future leader and Jiao Nu, the young disciples were itching to stop, especially the rosy news about high-ranking people.

Just like the current mentality of many people in the Central Plains, the snake girl may not be accepted by the world, but the dragon girl is definitely popular.

Moubai was too lazy to pay attention and began to spend his days sleeping, curling up on the bed and entering a dormant state...

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A temple in the south.

The once splendid temple is now in dilapidated condition, with collapsed beams and broken statues and bloodstains all over the ground...

In the hall filled with the smell of ashes and charcoal, Huang Zhao, who was missing an arm, tried hard to get closer to the corner. His expression was panicked and his whole body was shaking. He was afraid. When he learned that his father was killed by the Southern Wilderness Eagle Clan in a duel at the foot of the Shenhua Mountain, he felt like heaven.

It collapsed, especially King Wisdom became mentally ill!

Afraid, afraid that the Eagle Tribe of the Southern Wilderness Wind and Thunder Cliff would find him and demand a duel.

It didn't understand, couldn't figure out why its father, who was a demon king in the transformation stage, was defeated by those demon commanders. He hated those low-blooded eagle clan in his heart, but he was extremely afraid and dared not leave the temple.

King Wisdom was going crazy in the hall, and Huang Zhao didn't understand what he was talking about...

"Who am I! Who am I?"

"I am the King of Wisdom? Yes, I am the King of Wisdom, but is this true? Who is the King of Wisdom?"

"No! Who are you!"

Roars echoed endlessly in the empty hall. The broken golden statue looked down at the madness of the King of Wisdom. Its face was expressionless and seemed to be compassionate. Huang Zhao did not feel that the statue was alive because it never showed any so-called miracles and did not say anything.

After a sentence, even if it was smashed, there was no expression. There was only myself and an old madman in this hall.

Frightened and sad, his father said before he left that he would help him grow wings again, but now no one cares.

The Western Sect has suffered heavy losses since the defeat at Shenhua Mountain. More than half of the casualties in the Nascent Soul Stage and Golden Elixir Stage were injured and their strength was greatly reduced. When they left, they were majestic and arrogant. When they came back, they were dejected and dejected. They were ridiculed and ridiculed. Unexpectedly, monks from all over the world gathered together to witness God.

The fall of Huashan witnessed the decline of Western religion and became a laughing stock.

After returning to the Southland, I discovered that my hometown had suffered heavy losses. Countless temples were damaged, all assets were looted, and the disciples were scattered and dead. If we can recover the losses by defeating Chunyang Palace, the idea is very unrealistic.

Many people woke up from a dream and realized that they had overestimated the power of the sect and thought that others would not dare to move. Who knew that there were many people in the world who were not afraid of the Western sect, especially the Southern Wilderness who did not care about the power of the Central Plains at all.

After returning, King Wisdom went crazy.

"Yu Rong! You must be lying to me! Do you think you can use this method to drive me crazy? You are dreaming!"

Huang Zhao wanted to say that Zuzhenren had succeeded, but he didn't dare to speak out for safety reasons. Now that he was missing one of his wings, his speed was greatly reduced and he couldn't cause trouble like before.

Suddenly, Huang Zhao heard footsteps at the door!

The footsteps were very light, and I felt very polite and well-educated, step by step...

The burned-yellow and pitch-black broken curtains and the prayer flags swayed. Huang Zhao's eagle eyes could only see someone walking barefoot under the curtains. Just seeing a pair of feet made him feel at ease and relaxed, and he was no longer afraid or anxious in his heart.

After being burned by the fire, the dark hall suddenly became bright, and the soft light filled the air and illuminated the statue of the god.

The old King of Wisdom, whose spirit was hit and became crazy, suddenly turned around, staring at the figure behind the randomly flying curtains with bright eyes, holding a Zen staff and roaring with disordered breath.

"Who are you! This is mine! I am the King of Wisdom!"

After the roar, there was tranquility. Those feet were still walking forward, as if they were about to push open the curtain of prayer flags and appear in front of him. Then, Huang Zhao heard the most peaceful voice in the world, full of magnetism.

"Yes, you are the King of Wisdom, but you are not the King of Wisdom. The truth or falsehood is not important."

The old King of Wisdom tried his best to tilt his body to see who was behind the shaking prayer flags. The other party was pretending to be a ghost but could not use his cultivation to see his face clearly. The old hand holding the Zen staff was obviously very hard with blue veins on it. He and Huang Zhao

It's different, all I feel at this moment is boundless fear...

"Who are you...! Come out!"

After the fire, the broken prayer flags were separated, and a young monk stepped out...
Chapter completed!