It's autumn, and the lotus leaves in the pond are also slightly yellow.

Ning Zhiyuan was wearing white clothes and standing at the door with a long sword on his back, motionless.

The breeze gently lifted his temples, and the lotus leaves, which were so yellow in the pond, fell into the pond with a "slam".

"Young Master, what are you calling me?"

The young Ning Zhiyuan bowed slightly to the door that had not been opened in front of others for a long time, "Uncle, my nephew will come to see you later."

After passing through the pool, entering the corridor, we will reach the hall after turning 100% off.

The woman with a full forehead and a graceful manner stood in the hall, looking at the painting hanging in the middle of the hall, the person in the painting stood sideways, a long sword standing beside her, and her long beard was floating on the riverside, with a fairy spirit, and she wanted to take advantage of the long wind and go straight to the blue sky for 90,000 miles.

"Yuan'er, do you know who the person in this painting is?"

Ning Zhiyuan naturally knew that the ancestor who had been worshipped since childhood had been exploring the world with one sword, leaving endless legends. He only left a mantle in Qinglian Town in his later years, but he didn't know why his mother mentioned it again?

"The ancestor Taibai Jianxian, one sword and one pot of wine, took advantage of the opportunity to control the wind, and his reputation was left everywhere in the world. Even a three-year-old child knew that the most casual person in the world was Taibai Jianxian."

Although I have heard it dozens of times, Ning Zhiyuan still lowered his head and was extremely serious.

"Thousands of years have passed, and the Qinglian Sect generation is worse than not."

"Until your uncle came out of the mountain, he cut through the long night of Qinglian Sect like a meteor."

The woman seemed to recall the glory of the past, and her face seemed to be rippling with light.

"Your father and your uncle are the only ones who take the lead in the younger generation, helping the weak. There is a legend in the world that Taibai Sword Immortal is coming again."

"Until Shushan asks for help, please help the heroes of the world to conquer the demons together."

"Your uncle joined resolutely, but when he went there, he realized that it was not a demon at all. The six major sects were played with by one person and applauded. Your father unfortunately suffered a murder in order to save your uncle. Your uncle came back and became a completely different person. He believed that he had harmed your father, so he stayed in the door all day and lived with wine."

The woman paused, and an autumn lotus bloomed stubbornly in the big jar at the door.

Just like her who has struggled to support the sect over the past decade.

"Do you hate your uncle?" the woman asked suddenly.

Two figures appeared in Ning Zhiyuan's mind at the same time, carrying his uncle and his father who was silly happy.

"No hate."

"Then do you hate Shushan?"

"hatred!"

The woman smiled sadly: "Silly child, I lost my brother and husband overnight and never hated Shushan."

"Do you know why?" The woman's voice suddenly became sharp, with a hint of mockery: "They are even more pitiful than us. In recent years, those with rich can enter Shushan. Do you think it is better than us? Now the world's right path is just a joke."

"More than ten years ago, the Northern Barbarians fought a battle with the dynasty, and the Seven Heroes of Shushan went down the mountain to save the world; the youngest junior brother in Shushan formed the "Seven Heroes" to kill demons. They were all amazing and talented, and they were not much more than your father and uncle."

"But, do you know that after the Seven Heroes of Shushan returned to Qifeng and went into seclusion for more than ten years, the most amazing junior brother in Shushan also became a useless man, guarding a useless library. They are now just empty-handed. There are only a few elders who have only a false reputation, and are worse than our Qinglian Sect."

"The people of our Qinglian Sect clearly distinguish right from wrong, and love and hate. There is only one person you should hate.

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Do you know, don’t let the people in the world underestimate my Qinglian Sect when you go to Shushan this time."

Ning Zhiyuan looked at his heroic and clear-eyed mother and clasped his fists and said, "Kids keep the teachings in mind."

"By the way, you go to the Five Halls to pick a few smart and capable people together."

Ning Zhiyuan was shocked.

"Where is my mother..."

The woman sneered coldly: "Those immortals dare not do anything, don't worry, remember to tell your uncle this time when you go out."

Ning Zhiyuan returned to the small courtyard, and the door was still closed as before.

A man was sleeping on the ground with disheveled hair, with several broken wine jars next to him.

"Uncle, I'm here."

The people inside the door heard the sound, covered their heads and covered their faces with their hair. He really didn't know how to face them, mother and son.

"It's eighteen years soon, and the vows of that year are about to expire, and my nephew is going to Shushan."

"Don't worry, I will definitely seek justice for you and my father, even if I can't come back." Hearing the four words "retrieval", the old man's hands trembled slightly, and he pushed away his black and white hair, revealing his eyes.

"I will say hello to your former friends, too."

After saying that, Ning Zhiyuan turned around and left.

The people in the room stood up tremblingly. Perhaps because of drinking all year round, their feet became soft and they lay on the ground.

He crawled over step by step, and the broken wine jar cut his skin and drew a picture on the ground with blood.

He lay under the cabinet and was trying hard to get something, regardless of the scars on his body.

Finally, two dusty ancient swords were taken out from under the cabinet.

"Old guy, are you okay?" I don't know if it was to say to these two swords or to the old friend in the distance.

He suddenly cried out in his arms, like a child.

Suddenly, two long rainbows soared into the sky and finally landed straight in front of the yard, which scared both the woman and Ning Zhiyuan.

The next second, a hint of joy appeared on the woman's face.

She pulled out the two swords and handed them to Ning Zhiyuan.

"Remember, one of these two swords is called Qinglian, your father's sword at the beginning; the other is called Minghao, your uncle's sword. When you go to Shushan, don't lose my Qinglian Sect's face."

In a broken Taoist temple in the mountains, an old Taoist opened his eyes and smiled and said, "The things that happened back then must be a common judgment. Although they have little to do with my outlook on immortality, if there are so many more people in the world, it will still be uncomfortable. Otherwise, let the younger generation go out to see the world. Don't let those who are right in the world become a joke. If you should help, help those who should make trouble, and if you should make trouble, thousands of years ago, the ancestors of both sides are still making friends!"

Several old Taoists beside him nodded and said yes.

So, three young Taoist priests wearing tao robes and straw sandals walked out of the tao temple with long swords on their backs.

A temple is located in the downtown of Fancheng.

The temple is magnificent and has a large gate, comparable to those royal palaces in the capital Chang'an. The big Buddha worshipped is also golden, like a layer of golden Buddha light.

An old monk in the backyard was wearing a cassock mixed with heavenly silk and golden silk, looking at the junior brothers sitting below.

"Amitabha, my junior brothers, the appointment that year is about to expire, I wonder what you think."

A monk's sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks would not recognize him if it weren't for the slightest incense scar on his head.

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He was a monk, and he scratched his head and said, "Take this opportunity, we Buddhists will walk in front of the temple and do our part to the righteous path of the world, how about it?"

The old monk's eyes lit up and he smiled slightly: "Amitabha, I think what Junior Brother Shancheng said is reasonable. Ordinary people say, "In troubled times, Taoist priests go down the mountain to save the world, monks live in seclusion in the deep mountains; in prosperous times, monks go down the mountain to beg for alms, Taoist priests live in seclusion in the deep mountains'. Now the right path is in chaos, and all sects are surrounded by soldiers and weak generals. As the saying goes: If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? The responsibility for reorganizing the right path in the world lies with me. The Sleeping Buddha Temple, so that people in the world can dispel the misunderstanding of my Buddhism."

The seven old monks below nodded. "Amitabha, what the abbot said is very true."

The distant city of Chang'an is the capital.

The two stone dragons in front of the Ganlong Hall are erect, and they are not powerful and angry.

The dragon scales are clearly divided, the dragon claws are extremely sharp, the eyes are quite charming, the dragon's tail is light and rolling, and it looks like it is about to pounce on the nine heavens.

The middle-aged emperor sat in an open hall wearing a bright yellow dragon robe. An old man holding a whisk stood beside him, with his fairy-like appearance standing beside the emperor, but his aura was not weak at all.

"Your Majesty, the eighteenth year period is coming soon, I don't know what your Majesty plans."

The emperor of this dynasty stood up and his voice was majestic.

"I was wrong after all when I was young and was deceived by that old man."

The old man didn't say anything and lowered his head.

"But I am the lord of the world and can't be wrong in front of others. After waiting for eighteen years, I finally got a chance, how can I miss it!"

"I also know that the Grand Master has complained about me over the past decade."

When the old man heard this, he immediately said, "Your Majesty is serious, I dare not." His voice was neither humble nor arrogant.

The emperor glanced at the old man and said in a deep voice: "Master Ziling listened to the order."

"Now the world is in chaos, and I want to poison the people. Today I ask for a map of mountains and rivers and give it to Master Fu. I hope the Master will appease the world for me and make peace to the world."

The old teacher who knelt down, his hands trembled, and his voice was even more swallowed: "I thank you, Lord, thank you for your kindness!"

The emperor immediately helped the Grand Tutor.

"The Grand Master asked me to come up. The old man deceived me too much back then, so I will take the Emperor Ming Seal with me later. I dare not say it in the imperial edict, for fear that those old men will cry for me."

Fu Ziling was shocked: "Minghuang Xi left Chang'an, I'm afraid someone would..."

The emperor said proudly: "Don't worry, will I rely on only one dead thing in my world? I am here, and see who dares to come!"

"But the frontier..."

"I had known that the old man had colluded with the Northern Barbarians, General Xu Zhenwu had already arrived in the north secretly."

When the elderly Grand Master heard this, he knelt on the ground and bowed: "My Lord is wise."

Welcoming the visit to Panasonic, Uncle Shi was in a state of uneasiness.

After thinking about it, with a wave of his sleeves, clusters of red light flew around.

In some deep mountains and old forests, in the deep valleys and lakes, groups of men in black received the red light and immediately walked out of the deep mountains and entered the secular world.

"So what if there is no Ling Dao, just dozens of sea-breaking realms? It's been eighteen years, I not only want this world, but also a temple!"

All kinds of characters are making their debut, and the drama is about to begin. The rhythm was a bit slow before, but it was just for a good show. I hope everyone who reads the book will give you a recommendation. The little ones will work hard, just to make progress every day compared to the previous day. While reading the book, it can arouse your emotions, whether sad or happy, and you will be satisfied. I hope to recommend and collect it.

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