"Don't go!"

Li Xiuyuan replied lightly: "It is said that neither Xuefeng Mountain nor Meishan will send disciples into the remains deep in the snow mountain. I wonder if the disciples of Yulong Snow Mountain will go."

As Li Xiuyuan, it has nothing to do with him whoever goes there. As long as Yun Ziyi doesn't go there, it will be done.

Compared with Yun Ziyi, Ximen Yuyan from Tianyun Mountain is a good cat.

Monk Buli didn't expect that Li Xiuyuan refused him and couldn't help but sigh and said, "You go with me to meet the master, you may not be happy..."

"Stop, Master Meishan also said this, remember: I will never go to any holy place I will go to in the future if I leave Tianyun Mountain."

Speaking of this, Li Xiuyuan took three jars of spiritual wine and put them on the table, and smiled at Monk Buli.

He said, "I met you. This wine was brewed by me in the spring with purple bamboo leaves at Zhufeng. One jar is given to your master and one jar for me to the owner of Meishan. The remaining jar is given to you..."

After thinking about it, I had nothing else on me, so I could only give it to me with wine.

However, the monk Buli did not buy it. He looked at him and smiled and said, "Are there any more? Give me a few more jars?"

"Want it?"

Li Xiuyuan looked at him and smiled and said, "When I come out of the ruins, I will probably go back to Loulan City. If you want to drink, come to me."

Monk Buli sighed and carefully put away the wine on the table.

He shook his head and sighed: "I thank you for yourselves. I guess I can still gain a good reputation in the Female Saint if I take you to Meishan."

While pouring spiritual tea into the cup, Li Xiuyuan smiled and said, "It seems that your reputation in Meishan was not very good in the past?"

"Monkey, I drink and eat meat and love to fight. In the eyes of the female saint, I am a devil... Haha, I wonder if she will scold me this time when I go?"

Monk Buli felt a little panicked when he thought of Master Meishan's appearance.

"It shouldn't be true. I told her some of your situation. This time, the saint may be happy and may not be able to give you rewards."

Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, looked at him and said, "Monk, you are already a great monk in the fusion realm. Let's practice well on the mountain in the future, and strive to spend hundreds of years of hard work..."

In his opinion, the monk Buli in front of him was a monk who had the hope of becoming a Buddha, not because the monk had a master of a holy monk, but because he did not have as many troubles as he had faced in front of him.

It would be simple if he could let go of all kinds.

The problem is that even his parents cannot let go of his brothers and friends who remain in the five realms. If he cannot go back and recite, he will become his inner demon on his future practice.

Monk Buli took a heavy breath, took a sip of spiritual tea and said, "Monk owe you too much, so I won't say thank you. Come to me if you have something to do in the future, and Monk Shuilihuoli will accompany you!"

Li Xiudi shook his head, stared at his eyes and said, "Just listen, monk, you and the Snow Field Holy Land have already gone to me. It is a fate with me, not a cause and effect."

After thinking about it, he continued, "You are already looking at the great road. No one in this world deserves your life to repay. Don't be like the village girl on the ferry..."

In his opinion, the village girl on Tongtianhe would not have come to assassinate him if she had not owed favors from the Loulan Wang family.

Not to mention the monk Buli in front of him, even the two teachers on Tianyun Mountain, he didn't want to pull them into the cause and effect between him and the Wang family.

This is his own path of cultivation and has nothing to do with others.

Monk Buli was stunned, looked at him and laughed, "For Buddhism, you can be the monk's master."

Just as the two were having a good time, the inn's friend walked in and looked at the monk Buli and said, "Master, someone outside the door invites you out..."

Before he could speak, Yun Ziyi, wearing purple veil, floated into the living room, stared at Li Xiuyuan and shouted: "Little thief, you have actually cut off my senior sister's arm! When I return to the mountain, let the master come to cause trouble for you."

Li Xiuyuan looked at her and said lightly: "I had met Master Meishan last night, what she said is different from yours..."

"You're dreaming, will my master come to see you?" Yun Ziyi stepped forward and looked at him and said, "Wait for me!"

Monk Buli shook his head, pointed to the red mud stove on the table and said, "Junior Sister Yun, look at these objects, are they familiar?"

Even the monk Buli didn't expect that Master Meishan would give me Li Xiuyuan his favorite tea set.

You should know that he went to Meishan to deliver things to his master in the past, but the owner of Meishan never gave him a good look.

Yun Ziyi stepped forward and exclaimed at the tea set on the table: "Little thief, did you actually steal the master's things?"

"Think about it carefully. I was sleeping under this eaves last night. If you don't believe me, please ask the monk."

After saying this, Li Xiuyuan stood up and said, "Monk, I'll give it to you."

Monk Buli looked at Yun Ziyi and shook his head and said, "Go back and ask your master. I guess you will have to be confined for a long time this time."

After saying that, he followed Li Xiuyuan and walked out. After so long, he saw that he had broken through the realm, and he missed his master a little.

"Oh, wait for me!"

Yun Ziyi was shocked when she heard the words of Monk Buli. She didn't bother to care about the tea set on the table and ran out of the living room.

The master came to Niujiao Town, but she didn't even know that she and her senior sister were. She finally knew that she was in trouble.

She was very familiar with the small stove on the table. Even the purple clay used for making tea, she didn't know how many times she used it... without thinking, who could steal it except the master gave it to the thief?

When I think about being confined to go home, even Yun Ziyi, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, became worried.

Outside the inn, the monk Buli had already held his horse and met with the young monk who had last night and the woman in a white dress with a broken arm.

The young monk bowed to Li Xiuyuan and said, "I'll leave today, I hope the donor will be able to visit Xuefeng Mountain one day."

The woman in white dress looked at the boy in front of her but couldn't speak. If the monk hadn't arrived in time yesterday, she would probably have become the dead soul under the sword like her senior sister.

Li Xiuyuan returned the ceremony and looked at the monk Buli who was holding the horse and said, "Go and recite, stop thinking, and practice well."

After saying that, he waved his hand and turned into the inn without waiting for the four of them to get on the horse.

"Go and stop thinking?"

The young monk was stunned and looked at the monk Buli in front of him and said, "Senior brother, is this young man also a Buddhist? I am afraid that only the master can say the Zen trick in this sentence?"

Monk Buli looked at Li Xiuyuan who had disappeared outside the inn gate and sighed, "Let's go, let's go back."

Yun Ziyi stepped forward and looked at the woman in the white dress and whispered: "Senior sister, the master seems to have been here last night..."

The woman in white dress was stunned. She frowned at Monk Buli, thought for a while and said, "Let's go back quickly and talk about it when you see the master."

After going out, one of my hands was gone. I originally wanted to go back to the mountain to cry to the master, but now I don’t even have a place to cry.

Just as Yun Ziyi thought about it, the master came here and went to see the thief but didn't see the two of them, which explained a lot of things.

The young monk looked at the three of them and said lightly: "What do you mean? Let's go back and say it."

For a moment, the four horses shook their hooves and ran forward.

......

Sitting in the living room, Li Xiuyuan looked at the empty tables and chairs, but he didn't expect the separation to come so quickly.

It seemed as if the two of them were sitting by the Tongtian River and drinking and having fun, the next moment they each went to something.

Even Yun Ziyi, who gave him a headache, followed him back to Meishan.

At this moment, he became completely quiet and could think about his own affairs.

At least before I left the ruins of the snow-capped mountains, the wind and rain of Wuhui Mountain could not blow on me.

Currently, only Ximen Yuyan from Tianyun Mountain and a group of disciples from Xueyuan Holy Land are left.

In his eyes, Ximen Yuyan is just a cute baby, a disciple of the Snowfield Holy Land. As long as Ouyang Xuan doesn't come, he will not have much conflict with him.

After thinking about it, he was worried that the killer in Loulan City continued to come and cause trouble.

Then they are all crazy people, and they can do anything for a little reward.

Once he calmed down, he thought of his own practice.

After leaving Zhufeng, he could no longer go to the abyss to fight against the zombies. I guess his phoenix nirvana would have to be temporarily suspended.

It is still on the way to explore the stars, and it is useless to be anxious.

After thinking about it, I can only continue to practice the Dragon Sword Technique... As for the Star Sword Technique, I guess the teacher will teach it to me after I successfully lead the stars into my body, right?

Go and recite, go and recite.

After going to Tianyun Mountain, he turned himself into a lone hero. Even the monk Buli from Xuefeng Mountain was sent back by him.

Without the monk and Yun Ziyi, he had to consider whether to go to Yinchuan City to take a look, or take a detour to Tag Snow Mountain, waiting for the ruins to open.

Close the gate of the courtyard, quietly take out the purple bamboo sword, stand under the peach blossom tree, thinking in my mind the second method of the Dragon Sword Technique that I have not yet understood: unload the armor when seeing the dragon.

With the bamboo sword in his hand, his movements were gentle and calm, but in fact he was thinking about the shocking sword that year on the wild Wolong Mountain.

Let the power in his hand slowly gather on the bamboo sword, allowing this faint sword energy to pass through the peach blossom tree on his head and rush into the sky in the courtyard.

Experience the dragon's escape from the abyss, removes its cage and chains, and finally can enjoy the pleasure and freedom of the sky.

If the hidden dragon is said to be in the abyss, the divine dragon is wearing heavy shackles to escape from the abyss.

Then seeing the dragon remove the armor, the dragon will shake off its shackles and gain freedom. The shocking attack of that moment.

Holding a sword is like lifting a pen, but the wrist is stiff in the air and cannot fall down for a long time.

He frowned slightly and looked at a dark cloud floating in the sky. He felt that the dark cloud suddenly floated like a shackle on the body of a divine dragon, covering his head.

However, for some reason, the sword he slashed could not break the heavy cage.

The bamboo sword trembled slightly, and was thinking of picking up the pen and putting ink, but suddenly a mountain pressed down from under the sky.

It made him clearly feel that although he felt the shackles on the dragon's body and the artistic conception of yearning for freedom, he still could not easily shake off the cage on his body.
To be continued...