It is already the middle of winter, the mountains are cold and all trees are withering, and Lianxia Mountain is covered with a layer of blue-gray skin, which is much inferior to the other three seasons.

Fortunately, the occasionally flashing sword lights between the peaks and valleys add a little color to this monotonous background.

The sky was getting darker, and the monks on the mountain started evening classes one after another. Occasionally, a few monks patrolling the mountain flew by, and they were just glimpses among the vast mountains, and they had no practical significance. The sect was as powerful as the sky. What evil demons and heretics dared to come here to stroke the tiger's beard?

After the setting sun gradually sets, the shadows of the mountain peaks cover the mountain road leading to the top of Zhiguan Peak. There are not many people walking around this neat step paved by bluestone. At this time, it is even more deserted. There is only a figure in a blue shirt. The first stage of the second stage, the 19th episode of the first stage, the dust settles, and the final chapter of the eighth stage, walked up step by step, neither too slow nor too slow, and seemed to care about the increasingly heavy darkness.

The cold wind penetrated the mountain and rolled the thin shirt, and it was a little cool. Li Xun raised his head and looked at the pink sky, his brows tightened and relaxed: "The snow this year came so late!"

After only sighing, he slowly climbed the mountain.

Slowly, the pink color in the sky faded away, and another layer of gray color changed, which looked like a projection of the mountains below. In the end, the high mountain walls blocked the last ray of skylight, and the sky and the mountains fell into the quiet darkness at the same time.

The Zhiguan Peak is thousands of feet high. It takes a lot of effort to walk up step by step. When Li Xun stepped onto the top of Zhiguan Peak, it was already midnight, and the stars in the sky were brilliant and shining with clear light.

Under the eaves of the house, most of the monks who occasionally walked by were idle, and they didn't even notice the figures at the intersection of the mountain road.

Li Xun raised his face slightly and felt the mountain breeze coming to his face. The flow of energy on the top of Zhiguan Peak was immediately reflected in his heart, like a finger to observe the pattern, clear and vivid.

He smiled slightly, his figure kept turning slowly to the west according to his old memories.

After walking a few miles, the 19th episode of Li Part II, the dust settled. Chapter 8, and the end of the chapter, Xun felt the surrounding grass and trees were messy and extremely quiet. This place was remote, and there was no pruning or tidying, and it was no different from the wasteland. Just by the starlight, I saw the outline of a small wooden building opposite. There was no light on it, and it was dark like a giant beast that would collapse at any time, hidden among the shadows of trees.

The small building has not been inhabited for many years. The monks on the mountain did not destroy it, but deliberately left it idle.

Perhaps in a while, the building will decay and collapse. It will forever be buried among the desolate grass and trees.

When he gently pushed open the door, the mountain wind rolled in through the gap and flipped out again. The smell it carried was unexpectedly fresh. Of course, Li Xun didn't think anyone would come to clean it often. This should be the effect of the dust-proof bead collected in the building.

Li Xun stepped into the house and glanced at it. There was no change in the decorations in the main hall. With his memory, he found a wall platform on the wall and took off the cloth cover covering it. The light of the pearl immediately shone in the room. He took off the night pearl and his fingers slightly closed, and the pearl light responded like this, reflecting several feet around, and the light could not be seen.

With these few lights, he moved upstairs like a ghost, floated downstairs, swimming in various rooms. After a few rounds and turns, he suddenly felt that his thinking had stopped in the long river of time when he was gone and never looked back. He held his body, as if he took another step and would crash into his long memory.

In a daze, he walked to the study again, where most of the treasures collected by the previous master were placed. Before the dazzling array of treasures were placed on the shelf, several crude stone spools piled together and piled under the desk.

Li Xun walked over, bent down and knocked on it. The stack of stone slabs on the Worn Peak made a crisp sound, and the patterns carved on it became clearer. As the sound waves trembled, the whole room of gold and jade became vivid.

The breeze penetrated through the cracks of the door, tilting the yellowed paper on the desk. The ink marks on the paper have not been washed by time and are still arranged neatly and clearly visible.

The secret of the forbidden law must be pointed directly!

Li Xun looked over and then smiled. He walked forward, sitting upright behind the desk like he had done countless times. He picked up these familiar manuscripts, flipped them one by one, and savored them word by word.

With the slight sound of paper friction, the long river of time finally flowed back.

The arrogance of the past, the turning points of the mind, and the thought structure of the idea that was shining and repeatedly lost in harmony were all revealed on the paper without any concealment. The mixed mood flow was crossing the long distance of time, like a winding stream, injecting into his vast and majestic state of mind.

I vaguely held the pen lamp and thought that I was a great writing, and it started from this...

The pearlescent light was warm and gently cast his shadow between the paper tabletops. The light and shadow intertwined, and he was confused. Before he knew it, he had read the last word, and the long-lasting thought filled the unfinished meaning of the article, just like a mountain torrent that poured down.

He accidentally poked out the small soft pen, which was within reach of his fingertips.

"If you use the movement and stillness of yin and yang to generate everything..."

The feeling of his hand suddenly stopped, and his thoughts suddenly broke. He looked up in shock but saw a soft brush pressing against the inkstone pool. The tip of the pen was as stiff as a stone, which was opposite to the clean inkstone pool. How could it be dipped ink?

He frowned and called out, "Go..."

The voice suddenly disappeared, but there was still a lingering sound around the desk. After a while, he turned his head slightly. Under the pearl light, he cried his hands and grinded ink beside the desk, and his wide sleeves and fragrant figure were no longer seen.

In an instant, the most undeniable force in the world shattered the small imprisonment, and returned to the track as usual with the rumbling sound.

The tip of the pen paused in the inkstone pond for a moment, but Li Xun still smiled. He thought about it. He took a little bit of the mountain spring water behind the house and moved it out of thin air. It turned into a cloud of water mist above the desk. With a light touch, the remaining ink strips in the inkstone turned into a pool of ink. The soft pen also regained its flexibility, and even the yellowing color of the paper on the table faded a lot.

He placed the night pearl on the candlestick and still closed the light. He pulled up his sleeves, found the blank paper to spread it out, and dipped the pen ink, and paused in a moment in the void, and then his pen was paused, still in a neat hand-made small calligraphy, slowly spreading it out.

Through the half-open window lattice, the sky became white and black, and it became white and white. It was so vague that it was a trance that it was not long.

Another night, the north wind blew outside the house, and gradually, the rustling sound continued. Li Xun stopped writing and saw the fine white powder floating down outside the house through the window. In a moment, it became heavy.

Amid the sound of falling snow, the window frame seemed to be blown by the wind, and a creaking sound was heard. Li Xun thought for a moment, but in the end he smiled and continued to lower his head to write.

The first snow in the mountains has started to stop and cannot stop, and it is scattered. Until the morning, the wind is still rolling in the wind. The child opened the door, but saw the trees sprinkle branches and the mountains covered with jade. The vastness of the world is as bright as plain gauze, and it is hard to see the distance. He couldn't help but cheer quietly, and the door was not closed, and he snatched out of the house.

With the squeaking snow under his feet, he ran all the way to the cliff at a high place, and he felt that it was not enough, so he simply jumped over the pines behind and looked into the distance.

The magnificent Lianxia peaks, which were once magnificent, were hidden in the snow and mist and clouds. Even the Shuwang Peak, which was rising into the clouds, only saw the Wheel Corridor. When it reached the peak of Zhiguan Peak, Bijialing and Guantian Peak, there was only a gray shadow left. It was really clouds gathered like mountains, mountains like seas, and unpredictable.

When the boy saw this beautiful scenery, he was stunned for a while. Although he might not feel any emotion, he also felt that he was running down and jumping down, which was too frivolous.

Turning his head and looking at the left and right, the boy hurriedly jumped off the tree again, straightening his clothes at the edge of the cliff, facing the howling wind and snow, holding his head up and looking down on all living beings.

After standing for a while, he still felt inadequate. He thought about the demeanor of the teachers. He unconsciously carried his hands behind his back, shook his head and took two steps, and realized that his demeanor was good. He smiled, then coughed twice, and chanted slowly: "The north wind was cold all night, and the clouds were thick in thousands of miles. The snow in the sky was drifting, and it was completely changed..."

The word "六" sounded a long sound, and when the atmosphere was brewing, a sudden look on the back of his head. The heavy note was that the "Jiangshan Old" below was immediately photographed. He yelled, stared at his eyes and turned around, but then he was stunned.

Behind him, a star-crowned feather stood with a smile. It was snowing day, and he didn't get a trace of snow powder all over his body. His face was ordinary, but just standing so ordinary, he had a clear and free demeanor. More importantly...

The boy recognized him!

"Spirit, the Immortal Master of Spirituality?"

He picked up his chin and whispered with a smile: "I have been talking nonsense at such a young age, what will happen in the future?"

Tong'er was stunned for a long time before she truly realized what a person was standing in front of her. Her face turned red with excitement, and her body was slang when she bowed. After holding it in for a long time, she remembered to reply: "Yes, what the Immortal Master said is, disciple..."

Inspiration laughed and waved his hand to prevent him from being sad. Then he imitated him, and walked forward with his hands in his arms, stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the snow waves all over the mountains. The same movement was done by inspiration, and his every move was free and calm, which was much better than a child.

The boy stood by his hands, his heart still stirred up. Although he had not been up the mountain for a long time, he had heard a lot about the great reputation of the immortal master in front of him. He was just a junior in the "opening of the mountain". There was still some time before "Qiyuantang", but today he was lucky enough to meet the immortal master, so maybe...

He was full of random thoughts and couldn't hide his face. He could see clearly and understand the inspiration clearly, but he just smiled and said in a loud voice: "This word is excellent. It is better for this country and the world, what do you think?"

The child seemed to be clear but not clear about this, so he could only nod his head to indicate that he was taught.

The idea was just to talk about it. Seeing his silly attitude, his mood became more and more open. He immediately thought about comparing the child's mental roots. If it was in line with the law of fate, it would be okay to accept another disciple.

Turning his head, the inspiration was about to open his mouth, but the void behind him suddenly lit up. He turned his head suddenly, and while his neck twisted, the vibrating sound turned from the distant sky, and suddenly swept across Lianxia and other islands.

"Thunder?"

The child looked up in a daze and then opened his mouth and stood there on the spot.

At this moment, he saw the most incredible scene in this life, which was that he wandered around the world and had a wide range of knowledge in the long years to come, and never had any scenery comparable to this moment!

In the vast snow mist, there is a long purple-black line that runs across the sky from the far away from the northwest, and in a blink of an eye, tearing open the haze of snow clouds and extending to the southeast sky. The "long line" divides the sky, like a deep scar, and a slightly lighter halo, spreading like blood.

The boy was frightened and instinctively pulled the clothes of the elders beside him: "Immortal Master, this is..."

He couldn't even hear what he said later. With the sound of "Kala" atmospheric explosion, millions of thunder and lightning came out from the "long line", and instantly tore the entire sky to pieces. The gray-white clouds were like waves of ink in a blink of an eye, and the eyes were dark!

The next moment, the purple lightning and thunder fire burst out again!

The dazzling lightning shone together, and the thunder followed closely, and the valley was also harmonious. At that moment, there were tens of thousands of thunders accumulated, making Lianxia 72 peaks tremble, especially the peak of the Heavenly Court, which seemed to collapse at any time.

The child's mind was shaken, and he couldn't stand even more. He only knew that he was holding his inspiration's robe and screaming. The screams were not stopped, and there was another "click" in his ears. The fire behind him disappeared. The big tree he had climbed by just now had been split into two sections by lightning, burning wildly.

As the lightning flashed, the inspiration was as deep as water. He stretched out his arms to protect the child, allowing the thunder and lightning to pour down. His body standing on the cliff was still motionless, with its own pure sword energy to protect the whole body.

Standing quietly for a few breaths, waiting for the spiritual platform to clear, he looked up at the sky, and the golden light flowed in his pupils, but he used the method of "flowing fire and red gold pupils" to understand the source of the abnormal movements of heaven and earth.

At the same time, in the entire Tongxuan Realm, there were countless monks who turned their eyes to the sky like an inspiration.

At this moment, Li Xun's pen tip paused and ended his pen to make a knot. He seemed to have no idea about the changes in the world outside, but just gently blew the ink marks, which attracted mountain spring water, washed the ink pool and softly blew the remaining ink, sucked the remaining water dry, and hung it on the pen holder.

He did it slowly, and the thunderstorm outside the house that was shaking the sky and the earth was thundering, and the window lattice could not affect him at all.

After these steps were completed, he carefully sorted out the results over the past few days, arranged hundreds of manuscripts in sequence, revised them neatly, and finally pressed them with paperweight and placed them on the desk.

After doing all this, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, lean on the back of the chair, stretching his waist. The thunder outside the window became truly clear. He turned his face and looked out the window. When lightning flashed, the shadow of the big tree outside the room was reflected on the window paper, strange and ferocious.

He looked at the shaking shadow of the tree and suddenly smiled: "Snow is standing in front of the window, the beauty dreams are coming, and I have suffered this affection of Mingji Immortal Master."

The response to his frivolous attitude and the window was also faint: "I still don't regret it when I die."

After the words came, the window was filled with the sky, and the whistling wind rushed into the room with snowflakes, but half a foot behind the window, the wind slid and the snow melted, leaving no trace.

Li Xun laughed and walked to the window. Thousands of years did not damage Mingji's beauty, but made her aura appear more and more distant. Only her sharp and transparent eyes could vaguely see the flying spirit of the past. Li Xun focused deeply for a moment, and Fang Xiao said: "It's just a thunder that doesn't take it in my eyes. It's the concern of Master Mingji that surprised me inexplicably."

Mingji's eyes were sharper than before, but it could not shake the deep mood of the man in the room. Li Xun disappeared from the frivolousness in his words and said softly: "Over the years, everyone should ascend, liberation, and living. Finally, there is a place to go. Only Uncle Master. Because of me, it delayed Uncle Master's path to the great path. I am very ashamed, but God cannot obtain this life, let alone the people in the world...borrow it!"

In an instant, the void was moved, and Li Xun used some method to compete in front of Mingji, and walked out of the window and fell behind Mingji. Finally, he smiled and said, "I went out from here, but it was the uncle who invited me to fight the sword. Today, a certain family is not talented. Please see me break the disaster!"

The word "力" comes out, and above the nine heavens, seven or eight thunders exploded in succession, and the red and purple thunder lightning, like a sword that splits the sky, slashing down.

Lianxia's seventy-two peaks let out a low moan, as if she was about to fall under the whip of the thunder fire rope. However, the burning thunder fire was eclipsed before the blood-colored rainbow light.

The rainbow light rising from the top of the Zhiguan Peak spread nearly ten feet and a hundred miles long. It is like a rainbow bridge built between heaven and earth. The blood is swept and the light and shadows are moved, and the thousands of thunder and fire are poured out, and it will not reduce its arrogant posture.

"The Immortal Master of Inspiration, that, that..."

The boy who was lucky enough to see this magical scene was so excited that he could hardly speak. He pulled the hem of the inspiration and tried hard to reach out and point his hand towards the sky.

Unfortunately, even he could not hear his voice clearly. In the ink-like sky, thousands of thunder burst out, and the roar almost crushed everything around him. As soon as the Tong'er's sharp voice was released, it was broken and disfigured.

Of course, the inspiration knew better than the Tonger. He stared at the rainbow light moving in the sky, and after a long time, he laughed: "In the future, you must practice well."

His words passed through the rolling thunder sound and were clearly presented in the child's ears: "When your cultivation really reaches the point where you can "improve the old country", you can meet this person in the sky for a while. Remember, this rainbow light is the Blood God, and the one who controls this light is the first demon of Tongxuan..."

"Nine Tribulation Blood Demon!"

The boy screamed out first, and the excitement in his heart turned into a cold air, filling his chest.

Is this the grandmaster who has been scattered throughout the world for three thousand years, and has not been damaged by the body of the nine heavenly tribulations. Is it the great master who is known as the demon of the world?
To be continued...