But at that time, he would not have thought that the two of them would reach this stage.

Ye Zhihua said softly, "Uncle Wu Hao and you are always different."

Yun Jianyue smiled and said, "Uncle Master is coming back this time to regain control of the Contemplation of Infatuation. If Uncle Master is what I think, then I will be happy to return the position of Master of the Contemplation to him."

Ye Zhihua said, "You are still very young. You have been in this position for too short a time and you do not have enough knowledge in the mountains. If you are a master, you must

It will be difficult for you to keep your position as Guanzhu."

Master Wu Hao has been sitting as the master of the Chixin Temple for many years, and it can be said that there are countless people in the mountain who are still willing to support him, not only the young disciples, but also the old Taoists who don't care much about the affairs of the temple.

Yun Jian Yue has almost no chance of winning at this point.

Yun Jianyue said, "What I want to compete with him is not the position of the temple master."

Ye Zhihua nodded, she understood the difference.

"So I begged Chen Chao to help me kill my uncle together."

When he said this, Yun Jianyue was very calm, but the emotions in his eyes were very complicated, and he was not as calm as he looked on the surface.

Master Wu Hao may not be a good person to the whole world, but to Chi Xin Guan and Yun Jian Yue, he cannot be a bad person at all.

Ye Zhihua was a little surprised. She naturally knew what kind of person her junior brother was, and it was not easy for him to make this decision.

"Uncle Wu Hao has taken another step forward?"

Ye Zhihua exhaled a breath and tried to calm himself down. If Master Wu Hao was still just a Taoist master, no matter how slim the chance of winning was, Yun Jianyue would face it on his own. But now that he has to ask outsiders again, he can only

To explain, Master Wu Hao is no longer in the same realm as before.

You must know that Master Wu Hao was the well-deserved number one in the Taoist sect back then. He was already one of the most powerful men in the world. Now he has taken another step forward...

Yun Jianyue said, "In the world today, above Wangyou, there are only three people who know clearly. One is the demon emperor in the north, the second is the master of the Sword Sect who realized the perfect sword in seclusion, and the last one is

Uncle Master."

Ye Zhihua's mood became heavier and heavier.

With such an existence, Yun Jian Yue, even if Chen Chao is added to it, does it have any chance of winning?

"I know something about Uncle Master's temperament. If you are unwilling to bow your head and continue to do so, Uncle Master will really kill you."

In the eyes of the disciples in the temple, Master Wu Hao had always been kind and amiable. No one thought that the temple master had any airs. That was because they had not touched the temple master's reverse scales, and once they touched his reverse scales,

He will definitely obliterate it without hesitation.

And that piece of reverse scale is the infatuated view.

What Yun Jianyue is doing now is tantamount to playing with the inverse scales of Master Wu Hao.

Yun Jianyue nodded and did not deny this. When they met in Mobei before, his uncle did not kill him in the end, which gave Yun Jianyue his last chance.

If we meet again this time and I am still so persistent, then there will be nothing left to say.

"It's not just a battle between avenues."

Before Ye Zhihua spoke to persuade him, Yun Jianyue took the initiative and said, "Uncle, it's wrong to do this, so I can't retreat."

"If Uncle Master is allowed to do something, not only the people in the north who have resisted the demon clan for two hundred years will die a lot, but also how many people will die in Daliang after the demon clan breaks through the Great Wall in the north. It's hard to say, because we can't calculate the account clearly.

"

Yun Jianyue's eyes became firm, "I'm sorry for killing Uncle Master, but that's all."

Ye Zhihua stopped speaking and just gently held the hand of his junior brother beside him.

"Actually, there is still a chance of winning. Yu Xiyi broke through a few days ago and is now a great swordsman. Chen Chao promised me that if he breaks through, he will bring him with him."

Yun Jianyue said, "It seems to be the same story, but I don't know if the ending is the same."

After saying this, Yun Jianyue looked at her senior sister and was suddenly stunned.

"how?"

Ye Zhihua opened his mouth slightly.

"In fact, I haven't taken a good look at the woman in front of me these days. From this look, it turns out that the senior sister is much more beautiful."

This was originally a flattering statement, but for some reason, Yun Jianyue was extremely serious. No one could tell that this guy was telling lies.

Ye Zhihua smiled slightly and said softly, "If you think it looks good, just watch it for a few more years."

Yun Jianyue nodded, held her senior sister's hand tightly, and murmured, "I can't bear to see this for the last time."

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…

The cold wind kept blowing, and a middle-aged Taoist with some white hair on his temples slowly walked down from north to south, not walking very fast. Only now did he reach Qingshan Prefecture.

The weather was unfavorable that day, and there was a drizzle of light rain, which fell on the already soft soil. If we continued on our way, we would be covered in mud.

There is a section of the official road that is not very good, and there are rows of messy footprints of different shades.

Occasionally, when passersby pass by, they will almost lower their heads and curse the bad weather. In fact, no one wants to go out in such weather, but many people are forced to make a living and have no choice.

The middle-aged Taoist man walked quietly to one side, his steps neither fast nor slow.

But if someone could look closely at this middle-aged Taoist, they would find that every time he took a step, the soles of his shoes did not sink deeply into contact with the ground, and did not even leave a single footprint.

After walking along the official road for half a day, the light rain seemed to be getting heavier. The middle-aged Taoist who did not hold an umbrella was still dry and did not have any symptoms.

Not a drop of rain could fall on his robe.

The wind and rain cannot get close to you.

Fortunately, there are not many pedestrians here at the moment. If we see this scene, I'm afraid it will be regarded as a weird thing again.

After passing this official road, the middle-aged Taoist will enter the deep mountains. After passing a few mountains, you should see a small town. Behind the town, there is a mountain.

Yun Jianyue, for example, has not been practicing Taoism for too long, so she can still remember where she came from. The middle-aged Taoist in front of me has been practicing Taoism for more than a hundred years, but in fact, she can't remember where she came from.

But to be honest, the middle-aged Taoist deliberately forgot where he came from.

His path is only in front of him, and what happens behind him is never important.

But before entering the deep mountains, he met a young monk in black at the end of the road.

The middle-aged Taoist didn't stop, he just glanced ahead and continued to move forward.

At this moment in the world, there are actually not many monks who are willing to wear black clothes. The most famous one has already passed away to bliss.

The monk in black seemed to be deliberately waiting for someone to come. Seeing that the Taoist was unwilling to stop, he waited patiently for the Taoist in front of him to come to his side. Then when he passed by him, he turned around and followed the Taoist forward.

Go.

"Since the viewer has gone to sea, why does he want to come back?"

The monk in black was not too silent. He spoke quickly and got straight to the point. He was quite straightforward.

The middle-aged Taoist had no expression on his face and just said casually, "What the poor Taoist thinks and does is none of your business?"

The black-clothed monk smiled slightly and said softly, "Since what the master wants is the road to immortality, and you can see the scene there overseas, you should devote yourself to practice. This idea, after experiencing life and death, is actually not easy, let alone unnecessary."

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There are widespread rumors about that fairy sea, but people never go back and never come back. It is really rare for people like the Taoist in front of me to go and come back again.

"It seems you know a lot about that place. Did the old monk in the temple tell you that?"

The middle-aged Taoist glanced at the black-robed monk. Although he was asking, he was actually not interested.

The monk in black smiled and did not answer the question.

The middle-aged Taoist suddenly stopped.

Because on the road in front of us, a lotus flower appeared, blooming and white.

The middle-aged Taoist frowned slightly.

"I would like to ask the master to stop and listen to the young monk say a few words."

The words have not yet fallen.

The sea of ​​clouds suddenly rolled, and a terrifying thunder suddenly fell, directly destroying the lotus in front of them.

On the side of an ancient tree that was damaged by the fire at the city gate, purple arcs of electricity flowed on the trunk of the tree, and then exploded.

"Pindao, no matter what your relationship is with that black monk, or you are simply the reincarnation of that monk, you can't stop Pindao."

The middle-aged Taoist walked a little faster. He didn't want to stay here. If the black-clothed monk in front of him hadn't come from Luming Temple and was related to the old monk who had lived for countless years, he might have died right now.

Whether a monk is a Buddhist Vajra or a great Bodhisattva, there is no difference in the eyes of today's Taoists.

The monk in black was thrown away for a distance, but he still tried his best to move forward and said with a smile, "Master, you are no longer in trouble with this world, why bother to interfere?"

As he spoke, the black-clothed monk's body glowed with golden light, and some Buddhist scriptures appeared from nowhere and began to surround the black-clothed monk.

The middle-aged Taoist didn't turn his head, and a thick thunderbolt fell directly from the sky and hit the black-clothed monk directly.

The terrifying thunder light overwhelmed the monk in an instant.

The middle-aged Taoist who had already opened a distance of tens of feet turned his head and looked at the monk who was standing there after the thunder light dissipated. He was just a monk in black clothes and said indifferently, "If you must stop the poor Taoist from going home, then the poor Taoist will
To be continued...