Xiao Jian and Bucun dived from the bottom of the deep sea to the shore, and then floated out of the sea and turned the shore. The two used their skills to dissipate the water marks, Bucun looked around, "It's really annoying to have such a despicable person as an enemy!" Xiao Jian did not speak and used his skills to restore his internal strength, and Wucun followed him...
Yiyun held Zishan and searched along the coast several times nearby for dozens of miles, but no trace of the two were found. "Forget it, time, fate, luck..." Zishan smiled happily and said, "Yiyun, are you going there? Should you change your name for him!" Yiyun said without saying a word, but the figures of the two disappeared in place instantly.
In the deep mountains, there are several simple grassy houses on the hillside, two men and two women, sitting cross-legged with calm expressions. The two men are not very handsome, but they look a bit fairy-like. However, the four of them are not wearing Taoist robes. If they look closely at the signs of the four sects, they are all under the Huashan sect.
A man was wrapped in black clothes, unable to distinguish his gender. His figure flashed and appeared in front of the four people. The four people seemed to have not seen each other and were still meditating on their own. The man in black spoke in a strange tone. A man said in a quiet voice, "We don't have any conversations with the hidden person, nor do we want anyone to come to disturb the quietness of ours, please go back." However, his words were full of arrogance, which really made people wonder what the identities of these four people were.
The man in black waved his hand and a small white token disappeared from the hand of the man in black and instantly appeared in front of the man talking. The man looked calm, and the hand that was originally placed flat on his knees suddenly disappeared, and he picked up the small white token. The movements of both of them fully reflected the speed that was far beyond the reach of the masters of the martial arts world.
The man raised the white token at a distance, and his eyes became solemn. At this moment, the other three also turned their gaze to the white token, with a look of joy and a few worries. The man who was persistent in the token looked complicated and pondered for a while, and said softly, "Is it you?" and then overturned himself and said, "It's you. If it were you, why should you hide your head and cover your face?"
The man in black said in a strange tone, "This is not important, a hundred years of commitment and a hundred years of persistence, are you still determined?" The four people seemed to suddenly suffocate when they heard this, and their eyes gradually became hot and firm, and they said in unison, "That's natural! Not only us, even other people, I believe that they have never wavered. We have been waiting for this moment!"
The man in black said in a strange tone, "I am still going elsewhere. On behalf of this order, I am deeply sorry. I have made you wait for too long and too long, but everything will finally come to a perfect end. This is the absolute commitment given by this order to you who are still persisting..."
After the man in black said that, the people also left. The four of them looked hot, complicated, and seemed a little nervous and fearful. They kept staring at the small white token...
The Kunlun Fairyland has always been circulating in the rivers and lakes like a legend. The flowers bloom and fragrance are overflowing in the Kunlun Fairyland for many years. However, there are few people in the rivers and lakes who know that there are seven hidden masters who have been there for many thoughts in this inconspicuous cave.
The man in black appeared out of thin air like a ghost. He flashed into the cave in a few blinks. A small white token flew into the hands of a woman. When the woman saw this order, her eyes suddenly became extremely excited. The six people behind her seemed to be excited, and the whole body trembled slightly...
The man in black said in a strange tone, "A hundred years of commitment, a hundred years of persistence, I believe you are still the same as before. I still want to go somewhere else. On behalf of this order, I am deeply sorry for letting you wait for too long and too long, but everything will finally come to a perfect end. This is the absolute commitment given by this order to you who are still persisting..."
After saying that, the man in black flashed away from the cave as if he was coming. In a few blinks, he disappeared into the Kunlun Fairyland. The seven people in the cave slowly stepped out. The woman in the head held the white token in one hand and raised her eyes to look at the high altitude in the west. The seven people's eyes clearly showed an unrestrained excitement.
How could it be calmed down so quickly? After waiting for more than a hundred years, waiting for the promise that had been decided to stick to more than a hundred years ago. Now, after finally waiting, how could it be cooled down so quickly? The woman who was in charge of the order slowly turned around, holding up the white small token in her hand, and the six people stared at the small token with their eyes.
Yes, it was it, a hundred years ago, to make a permanent promise. The gentle warm light shone on the small white token, but there were only a few words on the token, two small words were engraved on it, Tianmeng; the other line of four words, which were slightly smaller, were arranged below, "Never look back"...
Why does a small token make so many mysterious and unknown masters in the world so fascinate and excited? What is Tianmeng? In the past few decades, no, or even longer, such an organization has never appeared. Never look back, what is the matter? Such a large number of hidden masters need such a determination to make such a regretless determination. What terrible resistance does Tianmeng face?
A Taoist priest wearing a hat slowly walked into the Sanqing Hall of Wudang. Keming stepped forward and bowed to salute. The man took out a small white token from his arms without saying a word. Keming looked puzzled. The man said lightly, "Kei Ming Junior Sister, this is the Heavenly Alliance Order!"
Ke Mingwenyan looked stunned, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he said incrediblely, "Senior Brother, the Heavenly Alliance Order has really reappeared in the world?" The man said excitedly, "Yes! But Ming Junior Sister, you have now entered our ranks. The Heavenly Alliance Order has reappeared. You must give a positive reply today."
Ke Ming's eyes showed a little hesitation, and his tone was a bit abnormal and said, "Senior Brother, Ke Ming naturally dared not doubt this order, but, does it have to be like this?" The man said coldly, "Junior Sister! What are you saying? A hundred years of promise and a hundred years of waiting, how can you change and shake at the last moment? The Tianmeng Order comes out, we will never have room for change. Junior Sister, no one can stop our steps!"
In the Sanqing Hall, light ripples of lighted light, but the entire hall was completely covered with the place where the man stood. Keming looked calm and said softly, "Senior Brother, Keming is not that meaning. However, the world has become more and more chaotic, Keming really can't bear..."
The energy in the hall suddenly dissipated, and the man said in a steady tone, "Junior sister, the choice needs to be carried... No one can violate it. The price is inevitable after all. Since you have made a decision, it is a great blessing for us. A hundred years of waiting will come to an end... The Tao can be told, the Tao is extraordinary... Who knows? Who understands?"
Keming gently picked up a secret book book on the table. The cover of the booklet was printed with a line of words "Supreme Tai Chi Sutra". Keming gently flipped through it, and the surprise in his heart was indescribable. That person, the legendary person, was so powerful? The unique skills of the various sects in the Tianmeng can be strengthened by the martial arts and characteristics of their sects...
There was a tombstone at the foot of the mountain. At this time, two men and women stood between three meters away. The purple shirt snuggled up to Yiyun, and opened a pair of bright and clear eyes. Looking at Yiyun, Ling'er and Chiying, it felt very interesting. Yiyun's expression has become extremely gentle since she suddenly saw Ling'er and Chiying. No, to be precise, she saw Ling'er, because Yiyun did not reflect Chiying into her eyes from beginning to end.
Zishan really found it interesting because she had never seen Yiyun's expression. Even when she saw Qingyi, although she had a calm smile on her face, her eyes were not so soft. In fact, Zishan felt that she was already gentle.
The four of them stood like this for a long time, but no one spoke. Ling'er slowly walked towards Yiyun and walked over his shoulder. The four of them had a long hair flying gently by the breeze. Zishan stared at the two of them with anticipation, but why was they disappointed? Until the end of the two of them, Yiyun still looked at the place where Ling'er had stood with a gentle look, while Ling'er looked at the road ahead with a very calm and calm look, but she had not looked at Yiyun again.
Many years ago, inside and outside Dali City, we were like this, never nostalgic and hoped to pass by. We were silent and no one would speak first. Every time we met you...every time we met you...every time we knew...I knew...even if we were so many years later, we were still so stubborn and had not changed...
Yi Yun slowly returned to her senses, turned her gaze to the tombstone, and a touch of tenderness in her eyes no longer existed. After a moment, she gently closed her eyes. The purple shirt happily clung to the special color material and melted the original four-character unnamed sword god, and then picked up the pen and carefully wrote the four-character "Ximen Chuxue".
Until the purple shirt closed the pen, carefully put the pen and coloring material back on the horse's back, he put Yiyun's arm on his arm and smiled happily, "Yiyun, why don't you talk? You obviously want to talk!" Yiyun gently hugged the purple shirt onto the horse's back, flashed the horse on his body, and held the reins tightly and said softly, "Your curiosity is really strong. Because, waiting for the other party to speak. You may understand this answer?"
Zishan frowned lightly and looked meditative. Yiyun's gaze was still on the tombstone and murmured, "I have to thank you for appearing, but I have to sigh. Actually, you didn't have to come..." After Yiyun said that, she closed her eyes gently. Zishan suddenly felt a strong smell of blood. She felt inexplicably irritable and filled her body and mind. The surrounding space seemed to flash a deep purple light instantly, but the next moment, Zishan could not find the light.
The strong and unpleasant smell of blood disappeared, and the irritability disappeared. Zishan really suspected that everything was just his own illusion. Yiyun waved her hand and the Zixiao Illusion Blade suddenly shot out, and in the blink of an eye it completely disappeared into the ground in front of the tombstone. "This is what I give you, although you may not be able to feel it anymore, and this sword, even if I express my determination to this answer..."
Yiyun tightened her arms around Zishan's waist with one hand and said softly, "Do you understand?" Zishan smiled happily, "I don't know! I feel strange anyway, I clearly want to talk, why should I wait? But, is it a temper? Or, is there any reason to not speak?" Yiyun said lightly, "Then don't think about it, no one can understand everything..."
Chapter completed!