After paying homage to the Patriarch Hall, Lin Yanli led a group of disciples to the Hall of Heroes.
The people enshrined here are disciples of the Thousand Demons Sect who died in battle.
In the world of spiritual practice, the jungle prevails. How many people have left their names in the vast history? How many people can be respected by future generations and enjoy the incense of the sect?
The Hall of Heroes set up by Lin Yanli seemed to prick the hearts of the disciples of the Thousand Demons Sect.
People who cultivate immortality live a long life, and they are most afraid of being nameless after death, turning into a handful of loess and being buried by time.
Those who died for the Thousand Demons Sect can be recorded in a book, engraved on a stele, and offered incense by future generations of disciples.
Even if the Thousand Demon Sect was destroyed and the Heroic Spirit Monument was buried in the loess, thousands of years later, someone would come here and excavate the Heroic Spirit Monument, and then their names would be known to the world again.
Setting up a monument and setting up a legend - what an honor it is!
They followed Lin Yanli into the Hall of Heroes, staring intensely at the enshrined monument in front of them.
Lin Yanli raised her hand, and a short blade appeared in her hand. She carved two people's names on it.
These are the two sword cultivators who died in the battle at Feilong Pass.
"Die for the Thousand Demons Sect, die for the young lady!"
Liu Bailao, who was standing behind Lin Yanli, suddenly called out.
Suddenly, there were hundreds of responses, and the sound undulated in the Hall of Valor like a wave.
Most of these people are veteran disciples of the Thousand Demons Sect. They have witnessed the prosperity of Jiang Wanli during his period and also experienced his decline after Jiang Wanli's death.
Until Lin Yanli's arrival.
Lin Yanli waved her arm gently, and the shouting stopped. She turned around, looked at the disciples behind her, and patted the stone monument with her hand, "I set up this monument not to hope that you will die needlessly. It is truly meaningful."
The most valuable thing is the living, I hope you will remember this! A disaster is coming, you should protect yourselves while contributing to the Thousand Demons Sect."
"I obey my order!" Upon hearing this, the disciples clasped their fists and leaned down.
After paying homage to the heroic spirits in the Hall of Heroes, Lin Yanli took the cable car to Blood Demon Mountain.
Looking up from the plank road in the mountains, the mountains are covered with snow and covered with silver.
"it's beautiful!"
Lin Yanli exhaled a breath of hot air and rubbed her hands. She suddenly thought of something, raised her eyes and looked at Zhou Qianluo and said, "Qianluo, you haven't been home for a long time, haven't you?"
Zhou Qianluo was stunned: "It's true that I haven't been home for several years."
"Would you like to go back for a visit during the Chinese New Year?"
Zhou Qianluo pursed her lips and thought for a while, then finally shook her head and said: "There is no one at home worth worrying about, so why not spend the New Year here with the lady." "Well, it's up to you." Lin Yanli's little hand was on the window
He rubbed it on his face and said nonchalantly.
After getting off the cable car, Lin Yanli ran straight towards the Blood Demon Lake.
Xiao Luan has been in seclusion here for several days and has not seen any movement from him.
As the protagonist of the original work and a child of good fortune, Lin Yanli is not worried about anything happening to Xiao Luan.
Xiao Luan will most likely celebrate the New Year in Thousand Demons Sect.
"Xiao Luan should be released from quarantine tomorrow. Once he is released from quarantine, call me immediately!"
After Lin Yanli gave instructions to the disciples on duty for a while, he took Zhou Qianluo, Liu Bailao and others to a small fishing village.
When he walked to the mountain gate, Zhou Qianluo was stopped by an outer disciple.
That disciple was wearing black clothes and a green robe. He was the disciple of Thousand Demons Sect responsible for delivering and managing the Flying Sword.
"Sister Zhou, you have a letter from Danzhou."
"Danzhou?" Zhou Qianluo frowned.
Danzhou is her hometown, and anything that comes from Danzhou must be sent by her family.
Lin Yanli paused for a moment, then turned around and said, "Qian Luo, please go back first. I'll just have Liu Bailao follow you."
Liu Bailao grinned and pushed his hand, winking at Zhou Qianluo, showing off something.
Zhou Qianluo nodded helplessly and took the Messaging Flying Sword from the disciple's hand.
"I sent it all the way, thank you so much, junior brother!"
"No, no, junior brother just did his duty." The disciple quickly shook his hand, feeling a little flattered.
He looked in Lin Yanli's direction, and Lin Yanli smiled and nodded to him. Instantly, his heart swelled and his mind went blank.
The lady actually smiled at him.
Is it an illusion?
No!
This is a testament to his hard work!
"Junior brother Lu, what are you doing here? There are still ten messengers and flying swords to send!" A disciple next to him hurriedly urged.
"Oh oh oh, yes, yes!"
The disciple who came back to his senses nodded quickly and quickly stepped onto the mountain path.
Zhou Qianluo came to Changle Palace in Lihe Mountain with the Flying Sword in his arms.
She originally lived on the hillside of Lihe Mountain. Later, after the Changle Palace was repaired, at Lin Yanli's request, she moved into the Changle Palace and became Jiang Xiansi's neighbor.
Stepping into the hall, Zhou Qianluo raised his eyes and saw Qin Kunyu, who looked hopeless, and Jiang Xiansi, who had her hands tightly around his neck and pressed him hard against his thighs.
What the hell are these two people doing?
When Qin Kunyu saw Zhou Qianluo, his dim eyes became bright again. He stretched out his hand towards Zhou Qianluo and prayed very sincerely: "Senior Sister Zhou, save me!"
Zhou Qianluo glared at Jiang Xiansi, raised her hand and waved her fist, indicating that if Jiang Xiansi didn't let go, he would hit her on the head with his fist.
Jiang Xiansi shrank his head, obediently loosened his arm around Qin Kunyu, and stammered: "Kunyu is tired, Xiansi wants Kunyu to sleep on his lap!"
"I'm not a child!" Qin Kunyu rolled his eyes and said angrily.
"No, Kun Yu is a child and will remain a child for the rest of his life!"
"You crazy bitch!"
Qin Kunyu cursed, broke free from Jiang Xiansi's arm, and ran away.
But how could he outrun Jiang Xiansi in the third realm? After a few breaths, he was pinned down by Jiang Xiansi again.
"Senior Sister Zhou...save me!"
Zhou Qianluo sighed helplessly and gave up.
After walking through the entrance hall, she went straight back to her room.
In the room, there is a bed, a cabinet, a desk, and nothing else.
She came to the table, put down the Flying Sword of Communication, sat on the chair and thought for a long time before opening it.
What was sent was a letter from home.
After reading the letter from home, she walked out the door expressionlessly.
Under the very strange looks of Qin Kunyu and Jiang Xiansi, they flew out of Changle Palace on their swords.
She hurriedly took a token from the Personnel Hall and flew towards Guyun Mountain with her sword.
It's not that far from Thousand Demons Sect to Danzhou. If she wields the sword with all her strength, she can make it back home on New Year's Eve.
At this time, Lin Yanli was sitting in front of a fire, eating delicious roasted lamb leg.
Since the small fishing village moved to the Southern Region, its life has been more comfortable than that of the big man in the capital.
With the help of the disciples of Qian Mo Sect, they planted new types of rice and learned to raise livestock. They could have one meat, two vegetables and one soup for three meals a day, and no longer had to worry about starvation or cold.
Moreover, at the end of the year, several children from Xiaoyu Village and Huanghua Village were admitted to schools in the capital. There was even a girl whose extraordinary knowledge was spotted by a wise man from Guanhai Academy, and she was taken to Guanhai Academy to study Confucianism.
Such a happy event was unimaginable before.
Several little girls came over, leaned next to Lin Yanli, and whispered a few words. Lin Yanli suddenly sensed something, put away her smile, and raised her head to look at the sky.
In the sky filled with snowflakes, she saw a figure passing by quickly.