Update time:2012-10-30

It was a huge white marble statue.

Taoist robe, beam crown, and mango shoes.

He held his hands upside down, hung a long sword on his back, and stared sideways, his eyes falling on the tall gate tower at the edge of the square.

The statue is lifelike, its clothes are fluttering, and it seems that it is possible to step off the platform and fly away at any time.

It was precisely because of the lifelike carving that Yong Bowen recognized it at a glance.

That's not exactly Ning Buqi's statue.

Not to mention the facial features, eyes, body shape, etc., just the aura of looking down on the world that comes out when you poke it there is highly consistent with the image in the dream where you can see a noble person even when you look at the beams.

Guangyang School, Ning Buqi.

I just dreamed about it, and I actually saw it with my own eyes. To say it was a pure coincidence, I wouldn't even believe it.

Yong Bowen thought about his identity as the reincarnation of Ning Buqi's spiritual consciousness, and also thought about all the past events about Qinglong Temple that he dreamed about due to Huajian's reincarnation, and guessed that maybe it was because Ning Buqi's spiritual consciousness was stripped away.

It was only after arriving at the Guangyang Sect that I dreamed about those things because of the few traces left over from that time.

At least when he saw the statue, the familiarity that Yong Bowen felt at first became stronger and stronger.

Seeing Yong Bowen staring at the statue in silence and thinking thoughtfully, the middle-aged man playing the role of doctor carefully introduced: "Master Immortal Envoy, that is the great master of our sect who was promoted to immortality thousands of years ago..."

"Ning Buqi, I know!" Yong Bowen said casually, "We are very familiar with each other!" He really knew Ning Buqi very well. Although he had never interacted with Ning Buqi and had never met before, no matter what he said,

He was also the reincarnation of Ning Buqi's distraction. Although he was stripped off as soon as he was reincarnated, it was still a bit of a romantic relationship, wasn't it? What's more, he had also seen how this master with a weak hand fell into the Qinglong Gold in the imprint that belonged to Huajian.

It's the cause of pregnancy.

But Yong Bowen's casual remark caused the middle-aged man to misunderstand, and he said ecstatically: "Is the Immortal Envoy familiar with Patriarch Ning? How is he in the immortal world?"

"Uh...that's not it..." Yong Bowen realized that he had made a small mistake and was waiting for an explanation when he saw the little girl who had just screamed and ran away ran back in a hurry. This time, she was not alone.

He was running, but followed by a large group of people, men and women, old and young, all wearing Taoist robes and carrying long swords. Most of them were still stained with blood, and their faces were also black and black. The most outrageous thing

The few people following behind were holding swords in their hands, and blood was dripping from the swords.

The middle-aged man immediately said: "The master is here, please wait for a moment." Without giving Yong Bowen a chance to explain, he walked towards the group of people and faced an old man with a white beard who was following closely behind the little girl.

After giving a salute and saying something in a low voice, the old Taoist's tense face immediately beamed with joy. He rushed to Yong Bowen in two steps - there was at least fifty meters between them - and gave a deep salute: "

The poor leader of the Guangyang Sect, Luo Chuyi, has met the Immortal Envoy!"

This old Taoist is tall and round, and when you stand there, he looks like a hill. Although his hair, beard and eyebrows are all white, his face is red, energetic, not old at all, and his voice is loud and unusual, no matter what environment he is placed in,

When he appeared outside, he was a proper outsider, but now he looked humble to Yong Bowen, which really made Yong Bowen feel a little at a loss. He didn't dare to accept his gift, so he quickly stepped aside.

He stretched out his hand to hold Luo Laodao's arm and said: "I don't dare to take it, I don't dare to take it, Master Luo doesn't need to be polite!"

"Master Immortal Envoy, you don't have to be so polite!" Luo Laodao still gave the gift, very respectfully and solemnly. A large group of people behind him immediately bowed and saluted uniformly, making Yong Bowen very uncomfortable. He wanted to

Forget about this Lao Shizi Immortal Envoy, but he knew that his family had nothing to do with the Immortal Envoy. They were just passing by to make soy sauce, so it was impossible for him to accept such a gift with peace of mind.

"Your Majesty the Immortal Envoy, please come this way!" After Luo Laodao saluted, he immediately led Yong Bowen out of the square, followed the route that the little girl had just run out of, walked out of the gatehouse where Ning Buqi's statue stared at, passed through many buildings, and came to a

In front of the bluestone structure of the main hall.

Along the way, there are continuous houses and crisscross streets, just like a small town built on the mountain. The houses and streets are distributed along the mountain, gradually rising.

Disciples of the Guangyang Sect wearing gray cloth and holding swords on their backs were running through the streets, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

This bluestone hall is at the top of the entire town, overlooking the entire town.

Standing in front of the bluestone hall and looking up, you have a panoramic view of the entire town. The square you just stood in is located in the center of the town, right on the mountainside, and the tall statue of Ning Buqi is extremely eye-catching.

There is a tall city wall built on the edge of the town at the foot of the mountain.

The city walls were filled with heavily armed disciples of the Guangyang Sect, and under the city walls were full of horse demon corpses.

The fighting was still going on up and down the city wall, and smoke was lingering, but the battle had just ended.

The town faced a vast plain. At this moment, the plain was filled with armies of horse demons. They were endless and endless. Even the original color of the plain was covered tightly, and no trace of it was exposed.

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In comparison, the town where the Guangyang Sect is located is like a stubborn rock standing against the boundless ocean tide. It may be strong but insignificant.

Luo Laodao and his entourage embraced Yong Bowen into the main hall, and gave Yong Bowen the main seat. After they all took their seats, Luo Laodao just said apologetically: "The Immortal Envoy came to our Guangyang defense zone. Lao Tao was supposed to welcome him in person, but unfortunately

The war was intense at that time, and we really couldn’t spare any manpower. As a result, the Immortal Envoy was trapped in a tight siege. He was almost in danger and seriously injured. Please forgive me, the Immortal Envoy!” After saying that, he stood up and apologized to Yong Bowen.

Then a group of people suddenly stood up and saluted Yong Bowen.

Yong Bowen had no choice but to say: "Master Luo, there is no need to apologize. The war was urgent at that time and no one could control it. Besides, if Master Luo hadn't sent Lu Wangxian, I might have died in the rebellion. I don't know Lu."

How are Wangxian and the others doing now?" Although he guessed that Lu Wangxian and others would not be spared, he still had a sense of luck.

Luo Laodao shook his head and sighed: "The demon army is so powerful that the No. 7 Time Wheel has been lost. Before the fall, Wangxian sent out a guidance signal and triggered a thunder formation to launch an indiscriminate attack. Now the entire hilltop has been plowed by thunder, and the time has passed.

Wrapped under the mud and rocks..."

The top of the mountain was flattened by the blast, and something as big as a wheel was covered under the mud and rocks. How could Lu Wangxian and others survive?

Yong Bowen couldn't help but sigh and said regretfully: "It's a pity that such a good man has died."

"We, the Guangyang Sect, have moved to this area in accordance with the order of the Immortal to resist the attacks of demons. For three hundred and sixty-seven years, five months and eight days, more than ten thousand of our disciples have fought bloody battles. So far, 3,467 of our disciples have fought.

After all, Lu Wangxian and others are just one of these thousands of disciples!"

Luo Chuyi sighed, and everyone had sad faces.
Chapter completed!