The only way

Duanyi was a sword stopped at the mountain gate.

The young girl stood in front of the mountain gate with a horizontal sword, pointing her sword at the young man in front of her, her brows and eyes full of wanton flamboyance.

Someone took the initiative to compete with swordsmanship, and naturally there was no reason to retreat with a sword.

Although he has never heard of Sanqing Daozong having other monks who are good at swordsmanship, it doesn't matter.

From Yijian's point of view, since this unknown girl came here with a sword, she must be sure to compete with him.

The two fought in front of the Sanqing Daozong's mountain gate.

Duanyi is not a swordsman, but he does know some swordsmanship, and when he competes with Yijian, he only uses swordsmanship.

She is not a glamorous person, but this is in front of her own sect, and she cannot fall into the name of her own sect no matter what.

Unsurprisingly, Duanyi can't win a single blow with just relying on swordsmanship, but she is stubborn and indomitable. She would rather resort to secret techniques and force back a sword at a loss of [-] yuan than to win a tie. throw in the towel.

The battle ended in a draw between the two.

As a result, Duan Yi spent three years recuperating in seclusion.

Three years later, as soon as Duanyi left the customs, he heard that Yijian had honed his sword heart and successfully broke through the golden core.

Become a Jindan real person.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Zhenjun Duanyi, who never knew what it means to bow his head and admit defeat, turned his head and closed the test just after leaving the test.

Going out again, he is already a Jindan real person.

Afterwards, it was replaced by Duanyi who went to the door of Jianzhai and asked for a sword contest by name.

The last time they used a single sword to compare their sword skills, this time Duan Yi proposed to compare their techniques.

There is no doubt that Duanyi won this time.

Last time it was a draw, this time it was a win.

After letting out a sigh of relief, Duan Yi calmed down, but he breathed a sigh of relief after losing the sword.

But one year later, Yijian visited Sanqing Daozong again.

At first, everyone felt that the two might have formed a bridge.

But gradually, the disciples and elders of Sanqing Daozong and Jianzhai realized that something was wrong.

Why do my own disciples like to run to the other sect more and more?

Still going and not coming back for several months?
The two of them were chatting, why did they travel together from time to time?

After several years of getting along with each other in this strange way, everyone began to know it well.

When did the accident happen?
That year, Zhenzun Jiuyuan's eldest disciple, Zhenjun Duanyi's senior brother, and the head of Taiqing Mountain.

True Monarch Shouxu has fallen.

"Shouxu Zhenjun? Master uncle?"

Lingchu listened quietly to Zhang Xuzhi talking about the past, the past that was buried in the dust of time.

Seeing that Zhang Xuzhi, who was speaking clearly and logically, suddenly stopped, he couldn't help asking curiously.

She really didn't know about these past events.

Zhang Xuzhi drank Kou Ling tea to moisten his throat, and looked at Ling Chu with a smile, "Then, there is no more."

This tells half the story, and it's really upsetting.

Lingchu vigorously rubbed the little head of Qingkong who was also listening with gusto.

He fell down on the deck chair and looked at the white clouds floating freely above his head, but he didn't ask any more questions.

She never asked about Huanniang's past back then, and now she would not take the initiative to ask about Master Duanyi Zhenjun's past.

Everyone has a past and a past, some people are warm and bright, and some people are icy cold.

Whether you say it or not is up to you.

Lingchu seldom mentioned his own past, and naturally he would not ask about other people's past.

Right and wrong, love and hate.

The answer is in everyone's heart.

Lingchu believes that her master, Zhenjun Duanyi, has her own answer in her heart, and she doesn't need juniors like them to worry about it.

Therefore, Zhang Xuzhi's topic stopped abruptly, and she felt at ease.

On the contrary, Zhang Xuzhi felt a little unhappy.

Storytellers also need to cheer, and they need curiosity even more when they are telling stories.

He claimed to be a know-it-all of the Daoist sect of the Three Qing Dynasty, a Bai Xiaosheng, and no one could resist curiosity about the stories he told.

As a result, Junior Sister Mingyue closed her eyes and meditated from the beginning to the end, without saying a word.

Junior Sister Lingchu was very supportive, and she listened with great interest, but why did she seem to have this curiosity, but not much?

The questioning is neither salty nor light, the front is full of enthusiasm, and the back is like an old monk in meditation.

Very fickle!

Zhang Xuzhi was a little breathless, he was about to say something if Junior Sister Yu didn't pursue her!
"Junior Sister, let me tell you in secret, I heard that your uncle is related to the Yaozu!"

Is it related to the Yaozu?
Both Lingchu and Qingkong in his arms pricked up their ears, and looked at Zhang Xuzhi in surprise.

Seeing the two pairs of curious eyes, Zhang Xuzhi immediately felt relieved, and raised his eyebrows proudly, "Why do you keep such secrets in the sect? Even your nephew, who is in the same line as you, knows very little. What do you think?"

That look is full of meaning.

Lingchu fell silent, with a thoughtful face on his face, then nodded his head lightly, and continued to look up at the unpredictable white clouds above his head with an oh.

The west land is covered with dark clouds all day long, where can there be such a brilliant blue sky and white clouds to see.

At the beginning of the spirit, she realized that even if she looked at the blue sky in daytime and the stars in the night all day long, she would not get tired.

As for the truth, she had no intention of exploring it to the end.

Not to mention whether this is something she should care about as a junior, but now, to be honest, she has never even met that uncle, and she really doesn't have much relationship.

Right now, as far as she is concerned, she has to take a look at the colorful world of Donglu, go back to the sect to break through the realm, and then face the invasion of the demons.

That's the big deal.

Zhang Xuzhi was defeated again, and he looked at Lingchu several times unwillingly to confirm that the other party really had no extra curiosity, and finally sighed regretfully.

This time, he was not in the mood for storytelling anymore, instead he imitated the two junior sisters lying on the rocking chair, staring at the sky in a daze, and then silently put Lingchu and Mingyue on his forbidden list of storytellers in the future.

It's so unfulfilling.

The wind is sunny and the sky is clear.

The rare peace and tranquility made the three of them calm down, riding on the magic weapon, basking in the sun and blowing the soft wind.

Surrounded by full of pure spiritual power, the comfort made Ling Chu feel a little drowsy.

In this way, the three of them were not in the mood to cultivate, and they did not rush, and after several months, they finally returned to Sanqing Daozong.

The majestic mountain gate remains the same, and the Qingling mountain remains the same.

The disciples in green shirts walked together, the flying cranes were graceful, and the spiritual plants everywhere were full of vitality.

The rays of the sun cover the green hills, and the rhyme of Taoism covers the sky.

The blessed land of the fairy family, as always.

The three of Lingchu came down from the dharma boat, looked at the mountain gate in front of them after several years, and suddenly felt as if they had passed away.

In front of the mountain gate, there was a man and a woman sitting cross-legged, scanning the surroundings with burning eyes, especially the sky.

As soon as Lingchu and the three left the dharma boat and landed in front of the mountain gate, the eyes of the man and the woman lit up, turning into two streamers of light and leaping towards them.

Lingchu looked in surprise at the two figures galloping in the distance.

With a sweep of consciousness, a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Master!"

"Little Master Uncle!"

Zhang Xuzhi: Quickly ask me, quickly ask me!
Lingchu: The weather is really nice today

Zhang Xuzhi: Do you taste it, do you taste it carefully?

Lingchu: It’s a good day to sleep
Zhang Xuzhi: (╥ω╥`)
Lingchu: ()