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date="2021-11-14"

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At the end of the winter in the year of Guihai, the small restaurant on the side of the reincarnation bridge ushered in a strange guest.

He wears a golden curling moiré pattern ink shirt, a golden crown on his head, and a small golden fan in his hand. Together with his attendants, he suddenly appeared in the wilderness.

It was heavy snow that day, and Shirayuki covered the thickness of his knees. He looked very weak, his face was pale, and his hands and feet were trembling, but he still insisted on trekking in the snow and marching forward with the wind and snow.

After they walked for a while, the black-clothed youth seemed to be exhausted and entered the restaurant.

He picked up the curtains and went in, and there was heat coming out of the restaurant. The youth's complexion improved a little. He raised his eyes and saw that there was a table full of people in the hall, and there was a storyteller standing on the table, speaking vividly. For some folk tales, everyone in the room seemed to have heard the stories he told, drinking and chatting, and didn't give the storyteller a half look.

The two were dressed in luxurious clothes and were born very handsome, but after entering the door, they were silent, and no one even noticed him coming in.

They passed through the crowd and sat down to the innermost table. The waiter poured tea for the young man and went to fetch spiritual food. The young man sat aside, seemingly sleepy, and leaned his head on the wall, gently closing his eyes to calm his mind.

"Nowadays, Yunze's aura is getting less and less, and magic cultivation is prevalent. It is said that the current aura is maintained by Huayang Jun. I don't know how many days Huayang Jun can last?"

The crowd was talking about current affairs, and there was concern in their voices. But the storytellers on the stage are talking about Yunze’s grand scene with eloquence and affection: “The Yunze Wonderland back then was lush with vegetation and aura, and there were countless cultivators. How many mortals came to Yunze..."

"Among them, there was a child named Qin Yan. That year was a severe drought and encountered a natural disaster. He followed his mother across the ocean to Yunze to find immortals..."

Hearing the name Qin Yan, the black-clothed youth who had been keeping in good health opened his eyes slightly.

What the storyteller said was the "Sui Yan Biography" that the folks had long said rotten.

The legendary Suiyan Demon Lord is the culprit of Yunze's life and death.

He was originally the first disciple of Jiang Yebai, the lord of the Hongmeng Temple, and the most promising heir to the Hongmeng Temple in the future.

Xiandao struggled with his bloody wind for nearly two decades, and finally led by Emperor Huayang, Fu Changling, into the Wushou Palace, captured Qin Yan alive, and sent him to the court for trial.

This is the past that everyone in Yunze is familiar with. The storyteller said it, and no one likes to listen to it. There was a young man sitting in the audience, seeming to dislike the storyteller and yelling, and finally said: "Sir, don't talk about these Chen Zhizhi lousy It’s about the millet, let’s talk about something you haven’t heard of before."

This made the storyteller a little embarrassed. He flushed and couldn't speak. The boy laughed, "You can't say anything, do you?"

"Why don't you have to say?!" The storyteller was a little annoyed, and snorted coldly, "What do you know? What the old man knows, so much is gone."

"Let's talk about it." The audience roared, and the storyteller saw that there was a lot of excitement, and his expression was slightly reduced. He gave a light cough, and said slowly: "Since you are interested, then the old man will say that he has seen it. Past events. Do you know that Demon Lord Yan died by suicide at the age of?"

Hearing this, everyone finally became interested. The attendant took the spiritual food and returned. When he heard this, he turned his head and looked over. As he was about to say something, the young man in black raised his hand and held it with his cold palm. The attendant's sleeves quietly looked at the old man in the seat.

"In those days, Emperor Huayang fought a bloody battle in the Wugu Palace, and he captured Sui Mojun alive and sent him to the Taiwan public trial. At that time, the old man was in the audience and watched the public trial with his own eyes."

"When Sui Yan Mojun was brought up, the gold core was completely destroyed and the roots were cut off. The eyeballs in his eyes had long been dug out, and his legs were lying on his knees. They were dragged up. He dragged them up. At that time, there was blood and water, and I was very scared when I looked at it."

Mr. Storyteller took a sip of tea, and then said: "Then Mr. Huayang walked up. Originally, he was going to search for his soul in public. As a result, Mr. Huayang put his finger on his forehead. Guess what?"

"Why?"

"He exploded Zhihai on the spot!"

Hearing this, everyone took a breath.

For monks, there are three key positions that are unmovable, golden core, spiritual root, and knowledge of the sea. In these three positions, the golden core stores the aura, the spiritual root absorbs the aura, and the sea of ​​consciousness places the souls. It hurts unbearably wherever you move, and the sea of ​​consciousness is not only the most painful position, but also the root of a person. The golden core spirit root is gone, but if you can't become a monk, if the sea of ​​consciousness is gone, people will be completely abolished.

"Is he hiding something shameless, he would rather explode without letting others know?"

"Jun Huayang has time to know what?"

"The sea of ​​knowledge is gone, isn't Mojun Sui Yan stupid?"

...

Problems in the crowd came one after another, and the young man in black lowered his eyes, and his hand on the table trembled slightly.

Mr. Storyteller listened to the question and shook his head: "You guys are asking, the old man doesn’t know. The old man guessed that Mr. Huayang probably knew something. Because at that time Mojun Yan fell to the ground and Mr. Huayang looked at it. He looked shocked. He seemed to say something...I didn’t hear clearly, and saw Mojun Sui Yan get up, put his hand in his heart, then took out something and put it in his hand, and then took a hand. Squeeze it and it's gone. The thing fell apart, and Sui Yan Mojun smiled and fell down. He lost his breath on the spot. The so-called thousands of swords and cuts in the back are just going through the scene and acting like a show."

"Then what did he take out?"

Everyone was curious, and the storyteller shook his head, saying that he didn't know.

After everyone talked for a while, a young voice sounded hesitantly: "Sui Yan Mojun was in Hongmeng Tiangong in his early years, did he cultivate the ruthless Dao?"

With that said, everyone suddenly remembered something.

It is rumored that people who cultivate the Ruthless Dao will have a root of love. They will cultivate to the last level of the Ruthless Dao, and they will put that root of love. After that, they will be ruthless and have no desires, and they will be too apathetic.

Everyone dared not speak anymore, as if they had spied some secrets that they dared not know.

"I heard that in the early years, Emperor Huayang and Demon Sui Yan were both Yunze Tianjiao. That year, Demon Emperor Yan did not go to the Junzitai debate, and Jun Huayang specially invited him to fight on the bridge of reincarnation."

"Has Sui Yan Demon Lord come?"

This should be something no one knew, everyone thought.

"he came."

When everyone thought that no one could answer, the shopkeeper who had been doing an abacus at the counter suddenly laughed, and pointed his finger at a long bridge in the distance outside the window: "It happened to be raining in the past few days, and he was standing there. I held an umbrella and stood for seven days without waiting to come to Jun Huayang. He didn't leave until Hongmeng Tiangong came. Oh, he left the umbrella with me before leaving."

The shopkeeper said, sighed, lowered his head and fiddled with the abacus, and whispered: "I was a good person in the early years. Why can't I think of doing so many silly things?"

When these words came out, there were some regrets and some mockers, and there was a lot of noise in the restaurant. The attendant was stunned for a moment, but he suddenly realized that he looked at the black-clothed young man: "My son, you..."

The young man in black did not speak, he raised his slender fingers, and stopped on his lips, with the always gentle and romantic smile in his eyes, he pressed a little begging in his eyes and gave a soft "hush".

The waiter was speechless. The young man was weak and picked up the wine glass beside him and poured himself a glass of warm wine. After the last sip, he seemed to have plucked up his courage before he got up and walked slowly to the shopkeeper. Lifting his thin and pale face, a pair of naturally romantic peach blossom eyes with tiredness and gentleness, smiling at the shopkeeper, spreading out his white palms, politely and peacefully: "Excuse me, umbrella."

The shopkeeper stared at the young man. He didn't respond, but the cabinet behind him suddenly opened. A 64-section purple bamboo oiled paper umbrella painted with reeds flew out of the many umbrellas and landed smoothly in the young man's hands.

The young man lowered his eyebrows and scanned the old marks on the umbrella that could not be erased after experiencing the ghost rain. After a pause, he turned around with the umbrella, walked to the door under the attention of everyone, raised his hand and opened the paper umbrella.

At that time, the little snow flew outside the house, and the young man walked on the snow with an umbrella, hunting and flying in the wind with his wide sleeves, and the reeds on the umbrella were swaying and swaying.

He stepped toward the bridge of reincarnation, and someone behind him exclaimed: "Then, isn't that Huayang Jun?!"

"What is he doing here?"

What are you doing here?

The true monarch of Huayang, Fu Changling, holding a paper umbrella, looked at the long bridge stained with frost and snow in the distance.

He seemed to see Qin Yan's white robe and jade crown, a long sword hanging from his waist, and a purple bamboo umbrella with sixty-four joints in his hand, quietly waiting for him.

In fact, in his life, he didn't have much time to really talk with Qin Yan. Every time they met, he was forced to live and die until the last time, he died in front of him.

The lamp of death is extinguished, and all the grudges in the past are slowly dissipated. Day after day, he polishes that person's appearance, and finally turns into cinnabar in his heart and white moon in his eyes. Extremely strong, leaving a shallow and long wound in his heart.

He himself didn't know why he came here at this time.

However, when he clearly outlined the appearance of Qin Yan waiting on the bridge, he suddenly understood the meaning of traveling thousands of miles when he learned that his deadline was approaching——

He came here to go to this unfinished, life and death covenant.

In December of the year of Gui Chou, the year-old demon Qin Yan, who set off a bloody storm in the Yunze immortal realm, was stabbed at the court by thousands of swords. Everyone thought that after Qin Yan's death, Yunze would return to its former prosperity., But didn't want to, even though Qin Yan was dead, his magic repairs were not finished.

The first year after Qin Yan died, he was still calm.

In the third year after Qin Yan's death, Yunze was in chaos.

In the fifth year after Qin Yan's death, his spiritual energy was exhausted and everything withered.

In the tenth year after Qin Yan's death, at the end of the winter of the year of Guihai, Fu Changling fell on the bridge of reincarnation.

After this, there is no more cloud.