Chapter 21 Expectations
"Ah!"
Lin Mengyao looked up to the sky and roared, wanting to vent the pain in her heart.
Three thousand green silk danced crazily, and the Xuanling sword behind it also trembled and hissed in the scabbard, wanting to get out of its sheath.
At this moment, this heroic Taoist fairy is no longer the coldness of the past and the dusty fairy of the past.
It was not until a long time later that the aura of the four directions no longer surged, and the flying green silk gradually calmed down, and Lin Mengyao's face returned to a cold.
She just looked at the sky from afar and was speechless for a long time.
The disciples in the Bixiao Palace stopped practicing and quietly looked at the figure above.
For Lin Mengyao, all the disciples in the Bixiao Palace can only look up. She has extraordinary talent and a magic sword in her hand. I don't know when she has left everyone behind, and even her son, who she called a senior sister, is far from it.
If the female disciples of the Qionghua School are all fairies and have won countless admiration.
Then in the Bixiao Palace, everyone regards Lin Mengyao as a fairy, and her glory is enough to cover many peers in the Bixiao Palace.
She left everyone behind, and now her cultivation is comparable to that of the first generation of the Qionghua School.
But there is one person she can't leave behind. From the beginning, she was doomed to have no end!
She looked up at the sky in amazed, and from the nine heavens, she saw the scene of Mu Qiu flashing.
The breeze swept away the clouds and fog, soaked in the sun with many colors, gorgeous and colorful, and she couldn't help but drop a tear from the corners of her eyes.
"Go down!" Mo Wuqiu opened his mouth lightly and broke the calm.
Lin Mengyao heard Mo Wuqiu's words and finally withdrew her eyes from the sky.
She only looked at Mo Wuqiu in a blink of an eye, and her eyes were full of cold.
"I'm going to find him!" It was not until a long time later that Lin Mengyao spoke coldly.
"He has fallen into the underworld. Where are you going to find him?"
"Maybe he has••••••"
Don't open your mouth lightly.
"No!"
Mo Wuqiu's words were not closed and had been interrupted by Lin Mengyao's roar.
"I believe he will be fine. Since I can't find him, I will go to the capital to wait for him."
"He will come back!"
Lin Mengyao said resolutely.
"Hey! Why are you so miserable?"
"Go down first!"
Mo Wuqiu sighed and slowly approached Lin Mengyao.
"Ying!"
It was just a sword ringing, and Lin Mengyao pulled out her Xuanling sword.
The Xuanling sword is cold and sharp, pointing straight to Mo Wuqiu.
"You!" Mo Wuqiu stopped and no longer approached, but his voice was full of anger.
"Disciples are unfilial!" Lin Mengyao opened her mouth coldly, and her face suddenly showed a little sadness, but her eyes were more firm.
"Hum!"
A crisp and bright sword spirit suddenly tore the sky, and the sword spirit went straight to Mo Wuqiu.
This sword spirit seemed to have exhausted all Lin Mengyao's strength. After the sword spirit waved out, Lin Mengyao only put away the Xuanling Sword with a wry smile and went away.
"Hey!"
Mo Wuqiu sighed helplessly.
"Bum!"
The sword spirit hit the body and was wiped out by Mo Wuqiu's wave.
"You can go!" Looking at the direction Lin Mengyao left, Mo Wuqiu was stunned.
The owner of the Bixiao Palace, known as "Iron Face Ni", seemed to be a little old in an instant.
"Senior sister!" Li'er looked at the sword spirit after dissipated, and it was a clear sky full of disbelief.
"How come!"
"Sister Lin actually took action against the palace owner!"
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The disciples of Bixiao Palace who came to their senses were in an uproar.
No one knows why this woman, who has always been a teacher, is so determined at this moment.
Lin Mengyao walked in the air, left the Qionghua School, and went straight to the southwest.
After leaving the Dragon Gate, she looked back at the sky peak, and her eyes were full of sadness.
She has cultivated in the late Qing Dynasty. The young generation of Qionghua School has been compared with Chang Fan, a disciple of the leader, but at this moment, she felt that the slight breeze on the sky peak was such a cold, which made her body tremble.
After a long time, Mo Wuqiu slowly fell down.
"Master!" Li Er came to her senses, walked to Mo Wuqiu's side and took out the medicine bottle taken from Nirvana.
Mo Wuqiu took the medicine bottle and stared at it for a long time, but Fu'er looked in the direction of the back mountain to Xianping.
"Hey!"
"The cultivation is immortals, and the rise is not found. That word love seems simple, but is it so easy to get?"
Mo Wuqiu sighed.
"Senior sister will come back on impulse." Li'er opened his mouth to comfort him.
"Ha ha!"
"Your senior sister's temper is the same as mine. How can I not know?"
Mo Wuqiu smiled bitterly, and Fu'er turned her eyes and looked at Li'er and said, "Don't say this, you and Changfan..."
"It's all up to the master!" Li'er lowered her head slightly and was happy in her eyes.
"That's all right!"
Mo Wuqiu finally showed a little brilliance on his face and strolled away.
Qionghua sent back mountains and rose to Xianping.
An old man in a coarse hemp robe sat cross-legged, and his arms were broken and his sleeves floated in the wind.
The old man, who was once in a good spirits and now no one cares, frowned and looked at the direction of Lin Mengyao's departure.
It was not until a long time later that he withdrew his eyes and threw himself forward.
On a mountain stone not far away in front of him, Tianli in a black robe closed his eyes and crossed his knees, and the black sword inserted into the solid stone and stood beside Tianli.
"Apprentice, did you say that last time you were in the Tongtian Tower, you and Li Xiaohe were invincible?" The old man said lightly.
Tianli still closed his eyes and only said, "The sword match is not over. If I continue, I can beat him."
"Ha ha!" The old man smiled and casually asked, "I heard that he was brought back to the door by the head?"
"It is said that he is a scholar of a large family under the mountain. The young master he served was Liang Ziqiao, who previously became king in the southwest and later worshipped Guanghua Temple." The sky said lightly.
"Oh!" The old man nodded slightly, as if thinking about something.
They are all surnamed Li. Is it the orphan of that person?
Hey! If so, it can also be regarded as relieving a trace of my sins and the sins of my Qionghua faction.
"Let him be!" The old man pondered slightly and said, "Since you still want to compete with him, don't hurt him."
"If he can come back!" The weather is cold.
In front of Sanqing Hall.
Yunyi stood on the jade steps and looked at the many Qionghua disciples practicing on Yunyan Square. Chang Fan stood respectfully behind Yunyi.
"Is there still no news?" After a long time, Yun Yi opened his mouth faintly.
"I have left several brothers there. If there is any news, I will inform my master as soon as possible." Chang Fan said respectfully.
"The magic door has become more and more unstable recently!" Yunyi sighed.
"The True God Pavilion also sent people to stay there. I'm afraid they dare to take action until the other ghost flag in the witch's hand." Chang Fan said slowly.
"Hehe! According to you, the six ghost flags are really powerful. However, I'm afraid it's just a delusion to break the immortal flying knife. Yunyi said with a smile.
"That Liang Ziqiao is still in the capital city, and Master Huijue of Guanghua Temple also agreed to his identity. Lingxiu has been sending him all kinds of Buddhist classics. Chang Fan thought about it slightly.
"Since he has converted to Buddhism, he has just done what he had done before, so that Xiaohe and he are innocent. Tell the disciples over there that you can give him some help if there is any strange. Yun Yi said lightly.
"The apprentice knows!" Chang Fan opened his mouth and responded.
"Hey! You don't blame yourself for doing this, do you?" Yun Yi suddenly sighed.
"Xiaohe's brother's qualifications are much higher than mine. He and I are like brothers. For the great cause of Qionghua's school, disciples can abandon those illusions!" Chang Fan said solemnly.
"That's all right!"
"I don't have much time to be a teacher. I hope I can wait until the day he comes back."
There is a smile in Yunyi's eyes, and his face is already full of vicissitudes.
Fengdu City.
After the war, today's Fengdu City has been in ruins. Although the ghost gate has been closed, it is no longer prosperous in the past, but has become gloomy and cold, and no one has come to live in the dilapidated city.
There is an endless abyss in the city, in which the wind roars dark. That's where the ghost door is open. The ghost door is closed, but the cold rising from the abyss does not stop.
On the side of the abyss, there is a broken wooden house on the cliff. Facing the cold wind, the wooden house "kaka" sounds, as if it will be broken by the fierce wind at any time.
Two young monks sat opposite each other in the wooden house, one of whom kept pinching the Buddha beads in Shengyuan's hand, his eyes were slightly closed, and he read in his mouth.
The other person looked at the monk in front of him with a sigh in his eyes.
The one who sits facing the abyss is Liang Ziqiao. Now he has converted to Buddhism and gave him the name "Spiritual Wisdom" when he ascended.
Since Hui led to the ascension, he has sat here cross-legged and only specialized in Buddhism all day.
He has a cause and effect on the tragedy of the capital city, and he made an ambition to live here to surpass those dead souls.
And the other person is Lingxiu who often sends him Buddhist classics.
Even Lingxiu deeply admired Linghui's establishment. He really didn't expect that after converting to Buddhism, Linghui would really cut off everything in the past so decisively.
He used to be the king in the southwest, with thousands of troops and horses under his account. He is even higher than the magic attack, and he can be regarded as the best among the young generation of the demon gate.
But now, he has forgotten everything in the past and can sit in this bitterness and loneliness for more than a year.