There was a snowfall on Wanshou Mountain, which made the entire Wuzhuang Temple covered it with a layer of silver. The two Taoist children, Qingfeng and Mingyue, probably, had never seen snow many times since they were remembered. They had lived for thousands of years, but they were still playing snowball fights like children.

Of course, if you only look at their appearance, you will be really two children.

"I won't fight anymore, I won't fight anymore, if I continue to fight, I will become a snowman. I will admit defeat." Qingfeng said, shaking the snow on his clothes, looking like he was defeated.

Mingyue had just used her spell to condense into a snow ball the size of a millstone. When she heard him say this, she not only did not stop, but instead controlled the snow ball to move above his head. At the same time, she said proudly: "Qingfeng, then I'll ask you, who will guard the gate in the next year?"

Qingfeng glanced at the snow ball on his head, swallowed, and said, "I'll guard... But Mingyue, can you move this snow ball next to you first? It's so scary."

"You are so timid, and you are still talking all day long to learn from Senior Brother Eight. This courage alone is enough for you to practice for thousands of years." Mingyue said, controlling the spell and still standing by the snow group.

Qingfeng touched the back of his head, looking humbly and was not concerned about it. Haha, if Brother Eight hadn't told me that he would have to give in everywhere, I would have piled you into a snowman long ago. As for the courage, we are not as good as Brother Eight, but we must be better than the girl who is more afraid of ghosts than you, a girl who has become an immortal.

Suddenly, a black cloud floated over Wuzhuang Temple, and the clouds quickly spread to thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.

In the black clouds, countless thunders were flashing that were enough to make the Golden Immortal of Daluo frightened.

Qingfeng and Mingyue looked deep in the Wuzhuang Temple. Senior Brother Eight said that he was killing people and demons outside to fight for luck, not for his own realm, because he did not need to use luck to improve his strength. He wanted to resurrect a person, so he needed a lot of luck.

The Zixiao Thunder Tribulation now appears, which means he has done it.

The black clouds became increasingly fierce, and they were constantly approaching Wanshou Mountain. The defensive formations on Wanshou Mountain seemed to have become blind at this moment, allowing the infinite power of heaven in the clouds to rage on the mountain. The snow was crushed into the soil. No cedar bamboo forest was intact, and countless Taoist temples were turned into ruins.

Mingyue struggled to withstand the pressure of the catastrophe clouds and waved her hand to the depths of Wuzhuang Temple.

"Senior brother, come on."

At this time, a sword energy pierced from the depths of Wuzhuang Temple, like a faint ray of moonlight, which was not dazzling. But a hundred years ago, it was such a sword energy that flew to Lingshan from the temple, and then the plaque with the Great Leiyin Temple written on it was split in half.

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The sword energy intersects with the black clouds. No one imagines the storm scene. The phenomenon that occurs is very simple. The sword energy seems to pierce a piece of cloth and disappears. Then, the black cloud and the thunder inside disappear into the air.

The two Taoist boys hugged each other in a tacit understanding, and were so excited that they were filled with tears in their eyes.

Senior Brother Eighth also said that the man he wanted to resurrect saved him three times, and ignored the fear of death in a way he didn't understand. Even if he became a stone, there was still a trace of consciousness that was not conscious, and he had to do it instinctively. The reason for supporting that person did this was just because they had been together for a while. Now he was still alive, and he should no longer live for himself in terms of emotion and reason.

Now that the person is resurrected, the senior brother can finally live for himself. For example, he can smile occasionally. He is so beautiful, and he must be even better than Chang'e in Guanghan Palace. For example, he can take the Fairy Yunxiao who is obsessed with him back to the view and give birth to a bunch of junior nephews, but the senior brother doesn't seem to like Fairy Yunxiao. Moreover, if the person he wants to be resurrected happens to be a woman, then... alas, poor Fairy Yunxiao.

No matter what, I'm very happy.

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The place with the strongest spiritual energy in Wuzhuangguan is the Medicine Garden, because there was originally a tree there, which was the innate spiritual root, and many fruits like children grew on the tree.

Because I knew that the junior brother was going to do something very important, the senior brothers and sisters in the temple stopped practicing very early, and some even went to the holy places of other sects to get rid of spiritual energy.

As for the sage master who was respected as the ancestor of the Earth Immortal, he went to the Tianmiluo Palace of Shangqing more than a hundred years ago and said he wanted to visit friends. The tree probably felt sorry for his nephew's way of living. Five years ago, twenty ginseng fruit trees were scattered and a spirit gathering array was arranged, and then he fled to Taiyin Star and said he wanted to see how Sister Laurel has been doing in the past few years.

So apart from some herbs, there was only one person left in the medicine garden. The man was as if the two Taoist boys in front of the Guanmen thought. He looked very beautiful. Although this word was inappropriate for men, it seemed that it was difficult to describe his appearance except for this simple but profound word.

He was wearing a white dress and a long sword hanging on his waist. Compared to a long time ago, there was an extra gourd next to the sword. The gourd could hold a lot of things. It is said that it could hold the entire East China Sea water, but it only contained countless fine wines in the heaven.

His name is Ye Qi. The senior brothers and sisters in Guanli are more accustomed to calling him Xiao Changsheng, because when he was first brought to Guanli by Zhen Yuanzi, he was covered in injuries all over his body. In the next hundred years, he would cough a few mouthfuls of blood from time to time. They were afraid that he would die on one day, so when he set the Taoist name for him, the senior brother Changshan agreed, and even Zhen Yuanzi was not in a state of ventilation, so the eldest brother Changshan announced his Taoist name.

Among the demon clans in the Three Realms, Buddhists call him Demon Ye because he killed many Buddhas and many demons.

Ye Qi's face was a little pale, and blood was constantly shining with star-like light from his mouth, which was very dazzling when it fell on the white clothes that were so pure that they did not contain a trace of variegated colors.

The sword that just pierced the Qiyun was the most refreshing sword he had ever produced since he got the sword. It was more refreshing than the sword that stabbed Emperor Qing, more refreshing than when comparing the sword with Liu Bai, and even more refreshing than when he was killing immortals with Wang Xianzhi in the fairy world.

Since the sword was refreshing, it must be the strongest sword he had ever made. His mind was still in the light ball in front of him, so that sword was not under his control, and his fairy power realm poured into the clouds of disasters with that sword. Therefore, his body, which is comparable to that of Duobao Tathagata, was seriously injured.

The light ball gradually condensed into a human form, like the sound of the glazed glass cup broken a long time ago when the rolling curtain in the heavenly realm broke, and the human-shaped light ball became fragmented. A pair of barefoots first stepped on the ground, then a white dress that was also free of colors, and finally a beautiful face.

Guanyin in white looked around in a daze, sniffing the air of the medicine garden with richer spiritual energy on the top of Mount Lanta. Her memory stopped a long time ago. As for why it was a long time ago, she didn't know. In short, it should be very far away now.

But isn’t I dead? Why do I feel like I’ve been in his arms for a long time? It seems that there are still some memories that I don’t remember but are very important?

She finally looked at Ye Qi, saw Ye Qi's mouth that was covered with blood but raised, and then she was held in his arms by him.

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The first time it was Guanyin in white was held by a man. The first time it was as close as it was now, she was not shy at all. She looked at that face and felt the hot blood dripping on her face, with only heart-wrenching pain.

She raised her sleeves and wiped off the blood from the corner of the man's mouth, trying to say something, but because she hadn't spoken for a long time, she couldn't speak.

"The experience you have always wanted, but now you have it, why does it look like a star-like expression?" Ye Qi didn't want the atmosphere to go in the direction of sadness. He pinched the white-clothed Guanyin's face and said.

"... Are you...have something wrong?" After a long time, Guanyin in Baiyi said the first sentence.

Ye Qi smiled, she spoke, and then there was no surprise in her resurrection.

"It's not a problem, I can take a few days of recuperation."

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After confirming countless times that Ye Qi was indeed not seriously injured, Guanyin, who was hanging in white clothes, finally let go of her heart, and she was able to care about shyness.

Obviously, when I was in Beimang, I had fantasized about the current scenes countless times, and even those scenes were even more excessive than they are now. Why did I feel shy just by being held by him? I was so arrogant.

"If you are shy, I can give you the time you get used to it." Ye Qi said.

Guanyin in white looked like a rabbit whose ears were touched. She instantly raised her head and said, "My adaptability is not weak, so I don't need to get used to it."

After saying that, she buried her head in someone's arms and didn't leave for a long time.

At some point, she was finally willing to look up at Ye Qi: "Donor, I think I am dreaming. Why don't you kiss me and let me see if it's a dream?"

“Woo~”

"It seems like I'm dreaming, try again."

"Woo~Woo~"

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"Hey, Laozhen, when we look at this, are you sure that Xiao Changsheng really can't sense it?" On a cloud, the ginseng fruit tree looked at the old Taoist who was sitting on one of his branches and asked.

Zhen Yuanzi clenched his nose and said, "Haha, if it weren't for the old boy Zhunti who left a corpse before going to Chaos Sea, the boy's sword a hundred years ago could have collapsed Lingshan. Do you think he could not sense it now?"

"Then why should we see?"

"I always thought that this kid and Senior Brother Taiqing could be truly without a woman. I never thought that he had never met a good man, and he didn't care about us when he couldn't use the immortal power now. Moreover, this is the first time that Demon Ye talked about love. Wouldn't it be a loss if he didn't see it?"

"Is there anyone who did this master?"

"If you have the ability, don't look at it."

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