Lying on the bamboo chair under the eaves, pillowed by the starlight in the sky, a faint starlight appeared on Li Xiuyuan's body.

If Monk Buli wakes up from lying in the room, he will see that the young man has transformed into seven stars, and his whole body seems to have melted into the starlight in the sky.

Tonight, Li Xiuyuan was just like that night at Zhufeng. He unintentionally turned his head to the east and his clothes were on his eyes, which happened to be the sleeping posture of the seven stars facing the east and the world is spring.

Let the stars in the sky fall on his body and quickly repair the wounds on his body.

The starry sky accompanied me to sleep, and Li Xiuyuan dreamed again.

In the dream, he didn't know where he was, and sitting in front of him was his master, an old Taoist priest who hadn't been there for a long time.

The old Taoist priest looked at him and smiled and said: "Why do you still get hurt when you leave Tianyun Mountain?"

In the opinion of the old Taoist priest, the reason why Li Xiuyuan was asked to leave Tianyun Mountain in the first place was just to save him from making useless connections and to find his own opportunities deep in the Snowy Mountains.

Li Xiuyuan looked at the master in front of him and said with a wry smile: "The disciple just crossed the river, so he was chased and killed! The disciple just rowed the sea and didn't provoke anyone."

The old Taoist priest smiled faintly: "It's okay to go to Loulan City. Why do you want to go to the ruins of the Chen family? After that, you still need the entire courtyard above the ruins..."

"Those guys are also afraid that the spring breeze will blow again, and they want to cut the grass... You accidentally incurred the grievances of the mortal world, and in the blink of an eye you want to cross the other side..."

The old Taoist priest felt sorry for his disciple, poured him a cup of spiritual tea, and said, "Who can you blame?"

Li Xiuyuan naturally understood what the old Taoist said, but he was just upset.

After thinking for a while, he said softly: "I didn't expect that there would be saints in this world, and the disciples of saints are nothing more than that."

In fact, what he wants to say is that disciples of saints can also be killers.

The old Taoist priest sighed and replied: "There is no time for enlightenment. Look at the monk who never leaves... It is not easy for a saint to become a saint himself. Who says that the disciples of a saint will not make mistakes?"

Li Xiuyuan lowered his head and thought for a while, then asked: "How are Xiao Long'er and Long Hongchen doing?"

The old Taoist priest smiled and said: "It took the two of them ten years, and it's worth it. Why are you anxious?"

Thinking of Monk Fuli who had one of his hands cut off, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but feel moved in his heart.

The master who looked at him chuckled and said: "Master, wait a minute, I cut off the monk's hand. Can you give me a ten-year-old elixir and I can treat it for him?"

The old Taoist priest had a strange look on his face, looked at him, shook his head and said, "The monk's destiny is not with you. You helped him realize the Tao, and you have settled the previous cause and effect."

When the two of them talked about this, the old Taoist priest waved his hand and said with a smile: "Your sword sharpening stone is good, but don't throw it away."

After he finished speaking, he drank the spiritual tea in the cup and said with a smile: "If you have something to do, don't even think about asking a teacher to help you solve the problem. I don't have time."

Before Li Xiuyuan could ask again, he saw a golden light flash before his eyes, and the shadow of the old Taoist priest was gone.

Li Xiuyuan felt depressed and thought to himself, you can show me a clear path. Deep in the snowy mountains in front of you, there are three saints sitting, and he has obviously offended one of them.

If the female saint is unreasonable, how can I explore the ruins deep in the snow-capped mountains in the future?

There was a buzzing sound, and a golden light rose in his eyes. When Li Xiuyuan opened his eyes again, he felt cold all over.

A snowflake floated into his palm, as if telling him that you have arrived deep in the snow-capped mountains.

What he saw was a world made of pink and jade, and Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but shudder.

A woman's voice murmured: "My child, if you and the monk Buli are compared to rowing a boat, who is in the sea of ​​suffering and who is in the boat at this moment."

His eyes were shining with golden light, but a middle-aged woman whose face could not be seen clearly was sitting in front of him, and the environment around him had been replaced by a palace.

Looking at the woman wearing a white skirt embroidered with frost and snow and embroidered with several golden flowers, Li Xiu moved his mouth, but there was no sound.

After a long while, he asked blankly: "Fairy Yun, can a saint be unreasonable?"

After thinking about it, Li Xiuyuan yelled, looking unreasonable. The woman in the white dress looked at him and laughed: "What you said makes no sense...How did you know my identity? You

If you kill one of my disciples and hurt another of my disciples, do you think I should argue with you?"

Having said this, Li Xiuyuan suddenly felt a chill coming over him, as if time stood still for an instant and he couldn't move.

Screaming inwardly, he couldn't help shouting: "Master, you are just watching your disciple being bullied by an unreasonable woman!"

Before he finished speaking, a gust of breeze blew, and Li Xiuyuan suddenly felt like a spring breeze, and his whole body resumed movement.

I silently gave twelve likes to the old Taoist priest, thinking that one day I will understand the law of time and surpass you, an unreasonable woman.

Yun Tianhong, the woman in the white dress, was stunned and couldn't help but giggle: "You can't tell, but at such a young age, she has already understood the law of time!"

Li Xiuyuan clapped his hands, looked at Yun Tianhong and smiled: "Fortunately, I also have a powerful master!"

Yun Tianhong was startled when he heard this, looked at him and said, "So?"

Li Xiuyuan was not afraid of her, but murmured: "My master is reasonable, will not stand up to others, and will never help me fight with others!"

In Li Xiuyuan's opinion, the woman in front of him was not as capable as his master, but she had a bad temper.

Yun Tianhong looked at him and said thoughtfully: "No wonder you are so powerful... It turns out that you have a more powerful master... It turns out that you have cultivated the power of the stars...

...interesting."

As soon as he reached out, Yun Tianhong grabbed Li Xiuyuan's hand and began to explore his body mercilessly.

However, even though she was already in the holy realm, like Meng Shentong from Tianyun Mountain, she did not find any secrets in him, not even the jade plate in Li Xiuyuan's divine sea.

"A saint can move but not speak. Senior, you have gone too far." Li Xiuyuan became a little angry, looked at her and said seriously.

Xindao: People in this world are just like my two masters, they like to explore their own secrets at every turn. Fortunately, I have a powerful teacher.

"Interesting..." Yun Tianhong retracted his hand and frowned slightly.

She didn't believe that the little guy in front of her had no secrets. The only explanation was that the guy in front of her really had a master who was more powerful than herself.

"Are you a disciple of Tianyun Mountain?" With a wave of his hand, a tea set was placed on the table, and the kettle on the small stove was humming.

"The female disciple you sent to kill me broke my tea set."

After thinking about it, Li Xiuyuan suddenly thought of becoming a saint.

Yun Tianhong was stunned for a moment, then laughed because of Li Xiuyuan, and said: "Tell me which peak of Tianyun Mountain you are a disciple of. If you can cook a spiritual tea that satisfies me..."

Li Xiuyuan looked at the woman facing him speechlessly, then reached out to pick up the kettle on the stove, warming the kettle, washing the tea, and washing the cups in a fluid manner.

While Yun Tianhong was dazzled, a steaming cup of spiritual tea was placed in front of her.

Looking at the mist in front of him, Li Xiuyuan said softly: "Please have tea!"

Yun Tianhong didn't have time to sigh. He stretched out his hand to pick up the spirit tea in front of him, put it between his lips and sniffed it gently.

...

"The tea brewed with snow water and cold plums has a unique cold fragrance."

Holding a cup of spiritual tea, Li Xiuyuan praised softly, and took a sip without waiting for the female saint in front of him to speak.

However, when it enters the mouth, there is no bitterness or fragrance as expected, and even the faint aroma of plum blossoms overwhelms the taste of spiritual tea.

In a daze, Li Xiuyuan lowered his head and took another sip. Then he looked at the petals floating in the cup and was stunned.

It wasn't until a long time later that a faint scent of tea spread in the mouth. A strong scent of tea fell into the abdomen like a sword aura, like a torrent in the mountains, and spread to the muscles and veins of the body.

At this time, Li Xiuyuan's whole body was emitting rich Buddha light. There were stars in the golden Buddha light, like stars in the night sky, illuminating the palace in front of him...

Holding a cup of spiritual tea, Yun Tianhong looked at the young man in front of her quietly without saying a word. He just said "Snow water and cold plums make spiritual tea, it has a unique cold fragrance..." and it deeply touched her heart.

She knew countless people and had many disciples, but no one had ever made her eyes shine like the young man in front of her.

It was like looking up in the dark night and seeing the brightest star in the vast night sky.

"Wu Xin's words caused the monk to break the rules, and I will return the favor to you on behalf of the old monk."

Looking at the young man in trance in front of him, Yun Tianhong sighed softly, and a gentle look slowly spread on his face.

This plum blossom spirit tea was planted by her herself. I am afraid that only the old monks on Xuefeng Mountain in the entire Xuanwu Continent would be lucky enough to drink it.

Holding the spiritual tea in his hand, he was filled with admiration.

Xindao didn't expect that this young man from Tianyun Mountain not only cultivated the legendary body of stars, but also brewed a spiritual tea with the aroma of winter plums.

In the blink of an eye, when I thought of my miserable disciple, Song Caiyun, who entered reincarnation on the ferry, I couldn't help but sigh softly in my heart.

"One sword can make a monk in the Void Refining Realm enter reincarnation again. Young man, what kind of powerful master do you have?"

Not to mention Tianyun Mountain, she had never seen such swordsmanship before in the entire Xuanwu Land.

One sword reincarnation!

Based on his understanding of the old monk, he was afraid that Wuming on Xuefeng Mountain did not have such swordsmanship.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Xiuyuan, who was in trance, sighed softly, opened his eyes, stood up, bowed his head deeply and said, "Thank you, senior, for your kindness, I'm afraid I'm wasting your time."

In his opinion, no matter how much spiritual tea he drank, he would not be able to condense the spiritual veins or immortal veins on the Xuanwu Continent, because his master, the old Taoist priest, would not allow it.

Yun Tianhong was startled for a moment, looked at him and said with a smile: "Why do you say that? Are you thinking that Lingcha can't help you condense your immortal veins?"

Li Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment. The Saint of Xin Dao could indeed see through his mind, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Juniors are stupid. It's not easy to meet seniors, so they won't have other ideas."

He reached out and picked up two pieces of charcoal and stuffed them into the red clay stove. Li Xiuyuan said with a smile: "Because of the massacre in Loulan, this junior has a grudge against the Meishan disciples. What should we do?"

In his opinion before, if Yun Ziyi's master was unreasonable, the worst he could do would be to bring in an old Taoist priest to save his life.

But when he saw it, he realized that the saint was a saint after all, and he had no intention of letting him go, even if he wanted to sacrifice his life. In this case, he felt embarrassed.
To be continued...