Flowers bloom and fall, spring passes and winter comes.

Five years passed by, and the flash of vigor passed by.

For practitioners, five years are nothing but quicksand between their fingers.

It snowed heavily at the top of Taihe Mountain in Xiling Daozong.

The snow is covered with the world, and a young man and a woman stands on the top of the mountain.

The two stood under the big banyan tree, wearing black cloaks, and did not use their cultivation to cover the wind and snow, so they covered their shoulders with white frost.

"In a few days, it will be the Taihe Ceremony."

The young man smiled and said, "Xuan Jing, congratulations on becoming the lord of Taihe Palace."

"It's thanks to your help..." the woman said helplessly: "But why does this sound so erratic?"

Gu Shuang looked at the mysterious mirror, suddenly stretched out an arm, inserted his five fingers into the mysterious buckle, unexpectedly hugged the woman's slender waist, and asked with a smile: "What about now?"

Xuan Jing exclaimed, her pretty face turned red, and she did not resist. Instead, she hugged Gu Shuang and leaned her head gently against the man's chest.

She whispered: "The world is peaceful, the Xiling is peaceful. I have fulfilled my father's last wish. This position as the Palace Master of Taihe is just a false position to me."

Gu Shuang also whispered: "You have done a good job. If the uncle saw this scene, he would be very pleased."

When Ning Yi killed Li Changshou, he tried to resist the opposition and sent Xuan Jing back to Taihe Palace, it was actually a controversial measure.

At that time, Xuan Jing was only fifteen or sixteen years old. A girl of this age, sitting on the high position of the Daozong Palace Master, could she take on this great task and manage the Taihe Taoist Temple safely?

Xuan Jing shook her head and couldn't help laughing.

"It sounds weird, Mr. Ning isn't dead..."

Xuan Jing paused and said, "He was just in seclusion."

"Yes... Uncle Master is just in seclusion."

Gushuang repeated softly, saying, "It's been five years."

“In the past five years…”

"After the quiet room of Xuanshen Cave Heaven was closed, he never heard of him again."

Xuan Jing gently smoothed Gushuang's chest and his clothes wrinkled, and comforted him with a wide voice: "The road to practice is long, what is five years of life? But in the blink of an eye... Senior Chu Xiao from Zishan has been in seclusion for almost ten years, and there is still no news now. Life and death are on the top, and everything is small."

"You're right." Gu Shuang let out a sigh and said with a smile: "I won't talk about this... Let's talk about the Taihe Ceremony, I have come to congratulate you in the past few days. I heard that the head of the Grand Secretary of the Three Divisions of Xiling was busy in the Daozong. Tonight, it's a gathering of stars. Aren't you going to attend this dinner?"

"Everyone said... the position of the Palace Master is just a false position." Xuan Jing said lazily: "If you don't go to the dinner, why should I go to the banquet?"

"As for me, I am just a secular woman who loves the appearance of a woman who runs to Daozong to work as a coolie, and a rough martial artist who can't get on the table." Gu Shuang said with a smile: "You are different from me, you are the protagonist of the dinner, the focus of everyone's attention."

Xuan Jing blushed and spat.

It feels quite a bit deceived.

I don’t know who I learned it from, but this guy is becoming more and more slick... It’s completely different from the honest and honest image he had when he met.

She stood on the top of Taihe Mountain, watching the bustling crowds in the snow, the rare liveliness of Daozong.

This Taihe Ceremony... attracted too many big names who shouldn't have appeared here.

"I'm not the protagonist..."

Xuan Jing sighed, and she stared at the vehicles coming and going down the mountain, with no emotion in her eyes, and said lightly: "How can she attract the Four Realms Holy Mountains, so many great people? What they want to see... is just to remove the sin."

The Holy Son of Qiangshan Wang Yi.

Gu Qian and Zhang Junling in Kunhai Tower, Tiandu.

Xu Lai from Jianhu Palace.

Luojia Mountain

The two masters and apprentices.

These uninvited big men came to Xiling to celebrate without hesitation. The reason is very simple. At this Taihe ceremony... the Daozong will follow the rules and present the most precious ancient artifacts in the Sanqing Pavilion, and will be selected by the new palace master.

This is "choose destiny".

"They want to see the punishment, so let them see it." Xuan Jing said calmly: "On the day of the ceremony, the Lord of Taihe ascended the throne and selected the destiny... I am afraid I will disappoint them."

Draw the sword of sin.

The most sharp ancient sword ever created by the Daozong.

This sword... has been collected in the cabinet for ten years.

The last time I shook my strength was at the Lotus Temple in Tiandu City.

"Although I thought... the destruction of sin would attract many sword cultivators to watch. But I never expected that even the Lord of Luojia Mountain came to Xiling." Xuan Jing was silent for a while and said, "In her identity, it was really too much to decline to come to Xiling Daozong to attend the meeting."

Gu Shuang pondered for a moment and said leisurely: "Uncle Master told me that the battle at the Lotus Temple... was a meaningful battle for Fuyao and Mr. Zhou You. I think that the Lord of Fuyao Mountain came to Xiling Dao Sect to watch the publication of the crime, which should be a reflection of people, right?"

Five years have passed.

Fuyao's strength is even more unfathomable.

Some people say that she is still a star king.

Some people also say... Like Chen Yuanjun, she has long broken through the realm and become one of the best Nirvana existences.

There are many different opinions, but there is no way to confirm it.

The world of Sui Dynasty was peaceful, the demon clan was in turmoil and turmoil, Fengming Mountain ruled for a long time, and the two worlds... there were no enemies worthy of Fuyao's attack.

If there is no rival, then the Star Lord Realm and Nirvana Realm will lose their meaning.

When he heard the four words of Mr. Zhou You, Xuan Jing's expression became complicated.

For the Dao Sect, the word "潁无无" is a name that is truly as stable as Mount Tai. It's a pity that the world of the world was too early, leaving only countless regrets.

Ten years have passed.

The entire Dao Sect is still recalling this amazing young Taoist fetus.

Everyone thought he was dead...

But Xuan Jing didn't think so. She felt a sense in her heart. The Lord of Zixiao Palace was not dead, and there were people in this world who knew his whereabouts of life and death.

"There is no one in Zixiao Palace to the next day, what a pity..."

Gu Shuang hugged her arms, looked into the snow-capped mountains, and sighed: "Having Mr. Zhou You in front of her is really a daunting thing for future generations, and it is hard to move forward."

Xuan Jing stared at Gu Shuang seriously and saw the faint smile in the latter's eyes.

She suddenly asked, "Mr. Zhou You, are you really dead?"

...

...

In the territory of Daozong.

Heavy snow fills the mountains.

A green cow carried a woman in black clothes and moved forward slowly. The woman seemed to be closing her eyes and reciting, but in her breathing, there was a sword energy lingering around, turning into wisps of snow-white glow. Within a few feet of radius, heavy snow fell down and could not be approached.

Qingniu spoke in a rude voice, saying, "The ancestor's fortune-telling, this time, the world will be revealed, and fortune will be unearthed in Xiling. If you can see the true body of the sword of the sword, it may be of benefit to the Star Lord of the Breaking Realm."

The woman is the King of the Immortals in Qiangshan.

Wang Yi slowly opened his eyes.

She asked in confusion: "Is it worth it to travel thousands of miles from the east to see a sword?"

"If you can finally break the realm, it is worth it." Lao Niu smiled and said, "It is rare to get stuck in this bottleneck. Your mood is always stable. The ancestor specially reminded me to send you back and forth. Remember to calm your mind and not get angry when you go on this trip. The ancestor's prophecy is extremely accurate. This trip will definitely have great luck and great fortune. I am afraid that you can't stand your mind and the chance of luck you get will fly away. But... With my old Niu here, you can rest assured."

The old cow talked like a chatterbox and laughed sarcastically: "Besides... even Fuyao is here, will you still feel it's not worth it?"

Wang Yi thought silently, this is true.

However, she could not understand the reason why the ancestor wanted to let him travel far to this point.

And those reminders... it is really difficult to follow.

Which sword cultivator can break the realm? It’s not a fight?

If she could fight with the saints of various families one by one, it might be beneficial.

"Swish--"

Wang Yi suddenly frowned.

She slowly stretched out a hand, her palm facing upwards, and caught a very thin and extremely hot red snowflake.

Then there was a gust of hot wind mixed with cold and roaring.

Rumble!

Above the dome, a very low-pressed red figure swept across the mountains and jungles, and raised the sea of ​​snow-white leaves all over the sky. The blazing and high-pitched bird sounded like a drum exploding in the low altitude.

At this moment, Wang Yi, who was just shrouded in a huge red and dark shadow, his face changed instantly.

She raised her head, narrowed her eyes, and recognized the familiar cardinal... All the holy mountains in the Four Realms were extremely jealous.
To be continued...