006 Farewell

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There was no suspense. Dijiang's round body was lifted up. Tianbao Zhenren, Sinan Dingtian and Wuxiang masters breathed a sigh of relief and fled.

Yang Zifan shouted again: "Kang Jian."

He also wants to turn the vitality gathered in Baili into a sharp sword, which is simply a delusion.

Countless vitality twisted quickly. They are not dead things, but the most spiritual thing in the world. They can cry and be more able to be helpers, but the premise is that they must have some spiritual sense of things that have been used as a medium to guide.

Unfortunately, Yang Zifan's spiritual consciousness can no longer support the act of turning a sword. The heart of Jiuye Qinglian in his body is like a fire stick blowing in the stove, which is overloaded.

At the moment he shouted the sword, his spiritual consciousness dissipated, the spirit of the green lotus was exhausted, and the seven orifices overflowed at the same time.

The vitality was out of control, like a nest-broken honeycomb rushing around, creating a huge storm, which swept up and overturned the imperial river again.

These fierce beasts were lifted into seven halo and eight elements, and the beast was full of beasts, and the four small white wings grew up in the wind and rushed through the storm turned into Yang Zifan.

Yang Zifan is in a powerful state. How can he face the deadly blow of Dijiang?

The wind roars.

"Hey." Yang Zifan sighed, and the last bit of green lotus gas in his body turned into a fire and ejected out, only a few sparks splashed on the Dijiang.

The huge thing roared.

A hand and a big palm fell down, which is not inferior to the huge body of Dijiang.

Under the heavy shooting, Dijiang's body comparable to the hills was under the palm of his hand, and the momentum of moving forward stopped abruptly.

"Sanqing Tianzun..."

A string of Taoist true secrets, like Qiong Yao echoing in the mountains, with a large purple fairy light on the huge palm, and the fierce Emperor Jiang shouted wildly, as if he had been seriously injured under the purple light.

The whole body trembled violently in the air, the huge palm turned up, and the purple light vented and covered the whole imperial river. Under the vast purple light, the imperial river turned into the size of a thumb like shrinkage.

"Go back quickly."

The blue armor and purple clothes fluttered, holding a fairy sword and splitting the imperial river through the air.

"Puff"

There is no imaginary scene of flesh and blood flying, but only blue light splashing, as if the Dijiang River is composed of a large mass of gas.

The blue light dissipated, leaving only the outstanding Qingjia, Yang Zifan, who barely climbed the rock wall, and the three surprised leaders.

"Zi Fan?" Tianbao Zhenren noticed Yang Zifan on the rock wall and was a little hesitant.

"It is indeed Lord Yang." Master Wuxiang put his hands together, and a burst of joy appeared on his face.

"He is Yang Zifan!" Xuantianmen learned the news of Yang Zifan from Sinan's small mouth and went to Emperor Chu's Castle to rescue him, but when he arrived, Emperor Chu's Castle had turned into ruins.

"It's me." Yang Zifan smiled bitterly.

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"Who is this?"

At the foot of the mountain, everyone adjusted their interest for a long time and recovered almost. Two and one monk saw the means of Qingjia and did not dare to neglect it. He could only ask Yang Zifan.

Yang Zifan has recovered almost. With the characteristics of his immortality, the bleeding of his seven orifices is not a serious injury.

However, when the mortal master asked, he did not know how to answer. If he answered that Qingjia was a mortal master he knew, the three would not believe it, so they sent a voice from Qingjia for advice.

"Answer honestly."

Qingjia stood aside and closed his eyes and left a word, and did not like anyone else.

When someone gave an explanation, it was naturally easy to say, but he was a little uncomfortable with the appearance of Qingjia. How could he say that there was his own master among the three people, so he said, "Can you give me some face?"

Qingjia is still silent.

Yang Zifan had no choice but to curse and say to Tianbao with a smile on his face, "Fairy friend."

Fairy Friends...

The four ordinary words fall into other people's ears, but they are no different from a bolt from the sky.

How has an ordinary monk ever seen a fairy? Even if he came to the three highest figures in the world, Yang Zifan, a small monk, said lightly.

The three highest-ranking figures in the world also couldn't hide their surprise and hurriedly said, "It turned out to be Lord Shangxian. The younger generation is ignorant and has not been far away, please forgive me."

Qingjia opened his eyes, had a solemn appearance on his face, and said, "It doesn't matter. You don't have to say anything about today."

"Yes!"

"You don't have to ask about Yang Zifan."

"Yes!"

"If you want to go to Xianmen, you need to practice more."

"Yes."

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Looking at the appearance of the three highly valued guys who would remember the words of immortals, Yang Zifan almost laughed out loud.

Fairy!

I don't feel it for him, and I'm used to being small.

"I don't know if the so-called matter of the immortals going down to earth has anything to do with the disciples of the younger generation?"

Tianbao Zhenren's words were beyond Yang Zifan's expectation.

Qingjia's eyebrows moved. He didn't expect that the simple-looking monk would be so bold. Yang Zifan's identity was even a big secret in the sky. If it hadn't been for his relationship with Long Xiaofeng, he would not have known it. Naturally, he could have said the secret of mortals. He didn't want to answer, but from the perspective of Yang Zifan, So he said, "Yang Zifan is a reincarnation."

Immortal!

is enough.

Yang Zifan didn't expect that the name he used to scare Mo Ke also came out of Qingjia's mouth, and he was also deducted on his head.

I'm afraid it's hard to wear such a big hat. Knowing that he could not be entangled in this matter, he quickly interrupted: "Master, OK! Hello, Master Wuxiang, Master Sinanmen!"

Immortal--a reincarnation as an immortal.

There is a world of difference between identity and mortals. Except for a faint sadness between Tianbao's eyebrows, Master Wuxiang and Xuantian Master dare not neglect.

Master Wuxiang touched his bald head and said, "Don't pay attention to the incident of arresting you back to the temple."

"Where."

Si Nandingtian said, "Take care of that boy again."

"We are friends."

Yang Zifan was caught off guard, but Qingjia didn't say anything. He drove the white cloud and disappeared into the sky to leave a word for him.

"Let me go at noon tomorrow. If you don't, I'll catch it."

The words were very simple. Yang Zifan smiled helplessly in his ears and said, who was that person and why did he see himself as a little mortal? He did not realize that his cultivation had been close to the disaster period after he came out of the Wuxiang Tower. After that, he was taught by Elder Yi Chen, and his cultivation had reached the realm of immortals early, as Qingjia just saw what he said, "The cultivation has arrived but has not crossed the disaster."

Such a situation will only appear in one person in the world.

For example, there is a monkey...

For example, there is a Taoist priest who writes the Tao Te Ching...

For example, there is a monk who understands the Tao under the bodhi tree...

It's just that they have been experiencing disasters all their lives!

Amitabha, bless you.

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When Qingjia left, no one would say that he was impolite, and no one dared to ask.

Yang Zifan wants to say goodbye. In less than a day, it is not long, and it is also very short. With Yang Zifan's character, he will not run to the camp and shout that I am leaving, nor will he jump to the North Mengjiao to show his magical power to find all the treasures inside and give them to his relatives and friends; let alone go, he will he wave his hand. Thousands of fires burned all the gates, small sects, and all kinds of monks called their grandfathers and grandmothers, and then all of them belonged to the One-day Yuan faction. That's why such a scene appears in Niu X's novel, not this one.

So, Yang Zifan's way to say goodbye is very simple.

Yu Sinan shook hands and Yu Luoshang hugged him.

A cherished escort.

I fought with Mingyue twice.

Finally, it is the turn of the Tianyuan faction to protect the master who taught himself every day.

The teacher's kindness is unforgettable, not to mention Yang Zifan's most humble years. He has never made him look at himself, but protects himself again and again.

Such a master is rare and rare.

So Yang Zifan stayed at night before arriving at Tianbao Zhenren's camp.

It was very much like seeing Tianbao Zhenren for the first time. Yang Zifan staggered left and right. He didn't know what to say. The oil lamp in the camp was blown left and right by the wind.

Where are you going?"

Tianbao Zhenren opened his mouth first, and his eyebrows were still the same, but there were some more silver wires between his beards, which was unusually obvious under the light of the oil lamp, which made Yang Zifan's heart tremble.

"I don't know!"

The words are a little confused.

Tianbao is holding a yellowed book in his hand, and you can faintly see the five words of "The Record of the Unparamity of Truth".

There is no sound in the camp.

Yang Zifan bit his lip and finally asked the question he had been asking.

"She can't find it."

"Upper True De Record" blocked his face. If Yang Zifan could see it, he would definitely notice Tianbao's slightly distracted look and slightly trembling lips.

"Tell me." Yang Zifan looked up, his eyes were a little firm, but a little scared.

What he has been avoiding, he may be strong enough in the time of "wandering".

Time is a sharp sword that always carve out a lot of things unconsciously, which is an inescapable fact. It's just that some deep things are known from the beginning, but it takes enough time to deal with them. This may be a human animal characteristic.

"I left that day." Tianbao Zhenren did not put down the book, and anyone could hear the sadness in his tone.

"Oh." Although Yang Zifan was already ready, he really confirmed that the pain still surged into his heart. He took a lot of cold air and barely squeezed out the easiest syllable from his mouth.

"She explained it all."

After a long silence, Tianbao put down his book and looked at the night outside the camp. His face was calm, and his little fingers on the table were still trembling.

"Oh." Yang Zifan snapped his fingers, sucked his nose, and a smile appeared on his face, revealing a row of white teeth.

"So that's it." He looked sideways at the oil lamp that was about to be blown out by the night wind, and then at Tianbao Zhenren. He knelt on his knees and kowtowed five hard.

"The apprentice is leaving today. Master should take care of his health."

Tianbao didn't say anything, and then picked up "Taishang Zhende Record". A string of notes left by his predecessors on the waxy paper page could not read a word.