Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 380 Wind and cloud in all directions, reincarnation of ten generations!

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Royal Academy.

In the depths of the outer courtyard, this is a courtyard that looks very quiet. The green bamboos in the courtyard are swaying, but there is a rushing sound of the piano, as if lying in ambush on all sides.

Under an old bamboo plant, a middle-aged man with a gentle temperament, wearing a purple robe, was sitting cross-legged at this time, the unstringed guqin on his knees clanged, and five-color sound waves filled the yard, and the void was torn apart like a crack. A series of hideous cracks.

But no matter how dilapidated the void was, it never hurt everything in the yard, nor did it spread out.

After a long time, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the split void also intertwined and formed at this moment, forming a large net that enveloped the entire courtyard.

Gong Shangyu in a purple robe got up, looked at the empty piano net in front of him, and finally burst out laughing.

"Gu Weiyi! I'm afraid you wouldn't have thought that this time I broke through and stood up again. I have already glimpsed the realm of the seventh level of thunder calamity, and even realized the realm of no strings. Your Taoist master wants to inherit the lineage of Wudang Qingyang Peak. I want to give you a big gift!"

Town Demon Palace.

In such a harvest season, the King's Mansion of Zhenyao looks even more deserted, because the western sea frontier is about to move, and Liu Zeng'an, the king of Zhenyao, sits in the far west to resist the demon clan.

In the concierge, the old butler with a goatee was sitting around warming wine with several servants. He had no airs, and the servants had no fear at all. There was a chessboard on the octagonal table.

After a while, drinking a sip of warm old market wine, the old housekeeper looked a little deep, and looked deep into the palace, where the princess retreated.

"Old butler..."

Some servants are hesitant to speak, until now, no one knows that the only daughter of the Zhenyao King, Princess Hanyang has a different opinion of the Taoist, although she has never said much, but in the eyes of everyone, it is beyond words .

The old butler stroked his goatee, shook his head, and just looked out the window, which was in the direction of Hubei Road.

Even the old housekeeper never imagined that the young man he personally sent to Wudang Mountain last year would rise up in such a short period of time, stir up troubles in Chang'an City, enter the dragon and tiger list, and become a rare figure among the younger generation .

Now, he has experienced the trip to the Dragon Tomb, and even entered the taboo field. This is the real top figure of the younger generation. If it is not for the fact that he inherited the ominous, but dignified life-saving knife, the next generation There must be a place for top soul figures.

Thinking of that girl who had been extremely stubborn since she was a child, the old housekeeper felt a little headache for the first time.

Only old people like them really know the meaning of the three words Qingyang Peak in the past years.

It can be called an anomaly in Wudang Mountain. There are not many records left in history. Many of them were destroyed by various sects and families, and even the royal family acquiesced. Nor can it be shown to others.

Therefore, the re-establishment of Qingyang Peak made the old butler feel a mess, and he didn't know how many forces in the world would be attracted.

At this moment, he was somewhat unable to figure out what kind of purpose Ning Taoren, the head of Wudang, was thinking to announce to the world and make such a publicity.

But fortunately, the one at the Golden Summit of Tianzhu Peak, the one in the Taihe Palace is so powerful in the world, but he has not appeared in the world for decades.

Jianghuai Road, Jinling Prefecture.

Qinhuai River.

Even in the daytime, the flower boats on the Qinhuai River are full of music, silk bamboo, zither, Yaoqin and Xiaose, singing and dancing all over the city.

On the bank of the river, on an inconspicuous flower boat, with carved windows and fragrant fragrance, a middle-aged man is sitting at a red sandalwood table making tea.Under the sun, the middle-aged man is plump and handsome, with a face like a crown jade, and long temple hair, as gentle as black jade.

At this time, a purple-clothed girl holding a banner opened the curtain, came slowly, and sat down gently in front of the red sandalwood table.

She had long eyelashes, her eyes were closed, but she didn't take a single step wrong, and her figure was charming and beautiful, and the two temperaments blended into one harmonious whole. At this moment, she said calmly: "The injury of Qin Hufa should be healed."

Hearing this, the originally gentle face of the middle-aged man suddenly became ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "That day, there was a master by his side, but he couldn't make it. I didn't expect this son to practice so fast, and he actually set foot in the taboo field, Zirou, you Speaking of raising Gu, don't you think that this Gu has gradually torn apart the furnace and out of control."

The purple-clothed girl smiled, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, her pink lips glistened, and she said: "Zi Rou has never mastered the furnace, so why lose it?"

The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and then he said in a deep voice: "Qingyang Peak is re-established! This is something that my Demon Sect absolutely does not want to see, especially my Desire Demon Sect. This is the former enemy of our sect, and we must eradicate it!"

"So, on the day of Mid-Autumn Festival, Zirou will come to Wudang Mountain in person."

what!

The middle-aged man Qin Hufa showed shock, and said: "Could it be..."

The purple-clothed girl got up, took a step with the banner, and only after she got out of the flower boat, did the voice come from afar.

"It's been too long, and many people have forgotten."

……

monastery.

Behind the Enlightenment Hall, in a quiet courtyard.

The old courtyard master showed a serious look, and said: "Qingyang Peak is re-established, that kid finally took this step, a little too hastily."

"Slow, just right."

This is the King of Man's mouth. Standing there, this young man in a white robe with hair like snow on his temples looks like the center of the heavens, vaster than the heavens and the earth.

Hearing this contradictory words, the old headmaster seemed to mean something, but it was difficult to guess what this person was thinking for a while, so he could only smile wryly: "My time is running out, you can't speak well. "

But Human King ignored his intention at all, and the old man was so angry that he couldn't help blowing his beard and staring.

In the Wudang Mountains.

With the passage of time, more and more Wudang disciples noticed something strange, the air in the mountain seemed to become stagnant.

This is extraordinary, Wudang has a large formation protecting the mountain, a real martial arts seven-section sword formation, not to mention the strangeness, even the heretic demons were detected by the formation long before entering the mountain, and strangled to ashes.

But now, many people clearly discovered that above that Qingyang Peak, the sky was obviously somewhat gloomy.

The more advanced the disciples, deacons, dharma protectors, and elders, the more deeply they feel that this involves the dark luck. Qingyang Peak is full of luck, but it is really unpredictable to encounter such a change.

Some Wudang disciples also showed a sneer, this is Wudang Mountain, they don't believe it, on November [-]th, who would dare to act presumptuously in their Wudang Mountain.

Zhenwu's seven-section sword formation will show no mercy!

November [-]th.

On the top of Qingyang Peak, under the setting sun, Su Qinian opened his eyes again, the aura of vicissitudes on his body was almost too thick to melt away, even Qing Ye who had climbed to the top these days felt a burst of fear, not knowing what had happened.

Ten days passed, and Su Qinian comprehended the seal of the world of mortals and went through ten lifetimes of reincarnation.

In the past ten lives, he has been a border military general, a frail Confucian scholar, an ordinary herdsman, and a blacksmith in the market.

The reincarnation of the ten lives, whether it is true or false, he has some doubts, whether the previous events are dreams or real existence.

Adding up these ten lives, he probably lived for more than a thousand years. For such a long time, even the Master of Destiny did not have as much experience as he did in the world of mortals.

The only thing that makes him regret is that all the mental methods, martial arts and inheritances he learned in the tenth middle school were all forgotten after waking up, leaving only the memory of the world for more than a thousand years.

Fighting for life in the world of mortals, or shrouded in horse leather, or died tragically on the street, or died of death, or flew into disaster.

At this time, in the ancestral orifice courtyard, the group of seven-color light belonging to the world of mortals has shrunk by a circle.

However, Su Qinian gave up and continued to study. He felt that he had reached a certain limit in the tenth reincarnation. Even if he conceived a god and established a will, he still showed signs of being lost. If he reincarnated again, he might be forever Sinking requires a period of grinding to calm down and recover completely.

In the remaining four days, the harvest was great, but it was far beyond Su Qinian's expectation.

In the past four days, the vicissitudes of life accumulated in his body also dissipated a lot, which also made Qing Ye, who had climbed to the top again, breathe a sigh of relief.

November [-]th, this night is destined to be sleepless.

As early as ten days ago, many handyman Taoists on Qingyang Peak began to be busy, because there are too many fellows in the rivers and lakes who are coming, so the succession ceremony was held at the foot of the mountain.

And this night, the stars were dim, and the invisible haze over Qingyang Peak, under the observation of Su Qinian's spiritual will, also accumulated to an extreme.

Jinsuo Peak, the top of Zijin Guanghua Tower!

Daoist Jin Guang stood with his hands behind his back. He was dressed in a pale golden Taoist robe, with slender eyebrows and hair hanging down his temples. A dust whisk in his hand was shining golden, and his eyes were as sharp as a Taoist sword.

Looking at the nearby Qingyang Peak from a distance, the Lord of Jinsuo Peak, who had already proved Dao Primordial Spirit at a young age and started saving up to survive the double thunder tribulation, showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Heavenly and human calamity, how can it be so easy to overcome, this is just the beginning..."

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Qingyang Palace.

This night, Qingyang Peak was brightly lit.

Su Qinian walked down the peak and returned to the palace after more than ten days. Whether it was Jinggu, Li Qinghe, or even a group of handyman Taoists, they all faintly felt that the vicissitudes of life on the new peak master were heavier. In addition, there seems to be some differences, but I can't tell.

Only the old soldier, seeing him for the first time again, couldn't help but see this young man, he became more and more incomprehensible, which is enough to show that this young man has made some progress in this short period Diligent.

At this time, Su Qinian's thoughts moved, and the aura of vicissitudes became weaker and weaker, until he returned to the same as before, at least those who had seen him recently would not notice any difference.

Seeing this, the old military craftsman couldn't help showing a bit of a weird look, thinking that this young man probably had something on his mind again. (Ask for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket, starting point genuine subscription is the biggest support for ten steps!)

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