Above the Nine Heavens, at the foot of Mount Sumeru, somewhere in a valley.

The gentleman who was keeping several family members on New Year's Eve looked at the golden light and the pure green lotus rising from the lower world to the sky. He was stunned and speechless for a moment.

Li Xiaoxue looked at Li Hongxiu with tears in her eyes, cried and said with a smile: "Master's wife, my brother's Qinglian has finally woken up."

Li Hongxiu was also stunned at this time. She looked at the silent man, patted Li Xiaoxue gently and said, "Don't be afraid, this is a good thing."

Xia Wutong had already cried in Tang Qiuyu's arms. While crying, he said: "Master, junior brother's Qinglian, that is junior brother's Qinglian..."

Tang Qiuyu looked at her husband rationally and asked: "Sir, the Qinglian of the imperial master that year was not that big? How long has it been..."

Shangguan Qiu Ming took Ye Zhiqiu's hand and smiled and said: "This is my brother's green lotus. Qiu Ming once saw it on the cliff mountain in Beihai. However, she seems to have grown up a lot."

Lin Yueru stared at Shangguan Feihu blankly, speechless for a long time.

The master took Ye Zhiqiu's hand and said with a tearful smile: "As long as our child is well, you don't care where he practices, he will find his way home one day."

Ye Zhiqiu looked at Xia Wutong crying and said with a smile: "Your sister and I told him in Tianxiang City that when he recovers his memory, he will come to us at the foot of Mount Xumi..."

Li Xiaoxue wiped her tears and said, "I knew that my brother would be fine... Mother, Master, the one we saw in Tianxiang City was my brother!"

Li Hongxiu replied faintly: "So what, didn't you listen to what he said? He will not accept any fate until his memory is restored. He is a stubborn guy..."

Shangguan Qiu Ming smiled and said: "Brother has created a miracle."

The teacher looked at all the living beings and said, "Ye'er has been practicing Buddhism since he was a child in the five realms. After his ascension, he only temporarily lost his memory. With the awakening of this pure green lotus, he will slowly regain his memory."

Li Hongxiu looked at him and asked in confusion: "That guy's current state is so bad that he ascends back again. I don't know how long it will take for him to come back?"

The husband looked at her, shook his head, and said softly: "In your eyes, wasn't his level completely different back then?"

"This is a rare opportunity. You all should practice some practice and gain some understanding... You have been waiting for this moment for more than twenty years!" Mr. looked at everyone and said quietly.

Tang Qiuyu was startled, took Xia Wutong's hand and said: "Hurry up and find some cushions..."

...

There were two drops of salty tears in the corners of Li Xiuyuan's eyes, and they fell heavily onto the newly written book on the table, wetting the four words he had just written:

That’s what I heard!

In Li Xiuyuan's eyes, this moment seemed to be just an instant, but in the world between heaven and earth, two full hours had passed.

When he woke up again, the wind and snow had subsided, and a new moon hung in the sky.

When he woke up, he chanted repeatedly: "Mumu! Mumu! Where are you..."

A pool of thick ink in the inkstone had gradually solidified. Li Xiuyuan picked up a kettle and poured a few drops of hot water into it to dissolve it, then took a tube of pine ink and ground it.

After sighing faintly, he actually took a few feet of silk silk given to him by Feng Ruyu from Tianxiang City and spread it on the table with several Huxuan sheets on it.

I looked at the Lotus Sutra on the table, but what I was thinking about was the blood-vomiting poem written in the Yuqiong Pavilion in Tianxiang City.

With a sigh, the wolf hair in his hand fell gently like the water-wood sword.

Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them.

Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.

Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our face is covered with dust and our temples are like frost.

...

It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine trees.

As soon as I started writing, there was a small regular script that was as gentle as water, exactly the same as the font on the curly yellow Lotus Sutra.

On the writing and inkstone table, Li Xiuyuan took the newly engraved seal and covered it heavily with the blood-like cinnabar on the table where he signed the name.

He smiled bitterly and said, "It turns out that I am really the guy who lost his memory."

It turns out that only losing memory is the happiest thing.

There is no need to mourn the past, nor to look forward to the future, nor even to be responsible for the present...

Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but move outside the palace, looked up at the faint crescent moon in the night, and took out the Nameless Sword with a move of his hand.

It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.

He has understood the first form of Hidden Dragon in the Yuan, and he wants to try the second form of Shenlong Sword Technique.

With a sword in his hand, Li Xiuyuan's aura suddenly changed drastically. The previous quiet aura disappeared instantly, and an extremely sharp sword force was released from his body.

The whole person is like a sharp sword. If it doesn't come out, it will be dead, but when it comes out, it will pierce the abyss.

He clearly only held the long sword Wuming in his hand, but it gave people the feeling of being as heavy as a hill, as if the sword had become one with him, like a part of his body.

This is the power of the sword, which gradually made Li Xiuyuan a legend in Shura Tianyu Kendo.

As soon as the long sword came out, it had such a sword power, which was simply shocking. Perhaps, this had a lot to do with his divine dragon body.

Li Xiuyuan stood in the snow, took a breath, the sword in his hand sank, and with a "swish" sound, the sword stabbed upward into the sky.

At the same time, a Ruoshui sword force was also released from Wumingjian and Li Xiuyuan, filling the entire small courtyard. In an instant, a whirlwind emerged, and all the snow in the courtyard was blown into the air with the whirlwind...

The small courtyard outside the Taoist temple was as clear as a mirror for a while, without a single snowflake.

After an unknown period of time, the whirlwind disappeared, and the snowflakes all over the sky also disappeared without a trace along with the whirlwind.

The old man's words rang in Li Xiuyuan's ears: "The second move is to see the dragon and remove the armor, using the power of the cave to both attack and defend. Combined with the comprehended sword power, it is invincible within one foot."

At present, Li Xiuyuan, not to mention Dongtian, has not even recovered the Poxu realm, so naturally he cannot comprehend the second sword technique.

Looking down at the clean ground, he couldn't help but continue: "On New Year's Eve for more than ten years, a sword has swept away the snow in the courtyard."

That night, all the people in the dream of Yunqi Taoist Temple were out of their minds.

That night, some people in Tianfeng Kingdom looked at the moon and broke through the realm.

That night, countless monks in the Shura Realm realized the opportunity to break through the realm under the blessing of the Pure World Green Lotus and the Light of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

This night, even the destined people above the nine heavens broke through one after another.

Tang Qiuyu looked at her husband and said blankly: "This guy has repeated the miracle of that year!"

The husband looked at the group of relatives and friends who were in dire straits and replied quietly: "He has been a legend since he was born."

Only the man in the dream, Li Xiuyuan, didn't know it, because his realm had been imprisoned by the old man Long Qingfeng, unless he could cultivate the flaming sword to great perfection.

Just like how he was imprisoned by his husband and the old monk Kuchan back then, his realm cannot be broken until his physical body has reached the state of perfection.

This is the third time that Li Xiuyuan has been imprisoned on his spiritual journey.

The second time was when the woman in white rescued him from the cold pool, and her body broke through the realm all the way to the ninth level of Nascent Soul, and then was imprisoned again.

However, he could not remember the first two times.

After taking back his sword, he returned to the main hall, added a few more charcoal to the stove, and drank two cups of tea. It was almost midnight, and the long night was almost over, before he returned to his room to rest.

After staying awake all night, he felt sleepy and didn't want anyone to disturb his morning dream, so he reached out and pasted a rune on the door.

...

Old man Zhang was the first to wake up. Even if he got up early, it was almost midnight.

After opening the door, he sat blankly in the main hall, neither washing nor cooking porridge, he just stared at the silk on the table as if in a dream.

Soon after, Hua Tianyu, who felt thirsty, opened the door and walked to the main hall to look for water. He looked at the dazed old man Zhang and asked, "Senior, why are you doing this?"

Before he finished speaking, he looked like he was seeing a ghost. He pointed at Old Man Zhang and said blankly: "You... you were still in the realm of Nascent Soul last night!"

Old Man Zhang, who had come back to his senses, looked at him with a bitter smile and said: "Don't ask me, I don't know either... I have read in the book Li Xiuyuan gave me that if you break into this realm, you need to survive the thunder tribulation.

, but I didn’t..."

After Hua Tianyu heard what he said, he remembered to look at himself, but he was already stunned after just one glance... He who was still at the fifth level yesterday had broken through the second level in a row.

Looking at the new words on the table, he asked: "Is this what you always wrote? Is the font good?"

Old man Zhang trembled, pointed outside the hall and said, "Of course this was written by Li Xiuyuan, didn't you see the signature?"

"I...go, this guy even changed his font overnight... This font is as moist as jade and water, how can you write it overnight?"

Old Man Zhang looked at him and sighed softly, and replied: "I'm going to boil water and porridge. If you're not afraid of trouble, you can wake up the three girls and see their state."

After saying that, he walked towards the kitchen.

As he walked, he shouted: "I just had a dream, and the old man became a god."

Hua Tianyu was startled and shouted: "Sister, Xiaoqing, get up quickly, something big has happened, things are going to change!"

After shouting several times, Hua Chenyu and Xiao Qing were finally driven out of the room.

Hua Chenyu rubbed his eyes and looked at him and shouted: "Brother, what is your ghost name? What time of the day is it? Why don't you let me sleep a little longer?"

Hua Tianyu pulled her and Xiaoqing to sit down and said nervously: "Look at your own realm! Damn it!"

When Xiaoqing heard this, she couldn't help but look inside...

Hua Chenyu only stayed there for a moment and then exclaimed: "Oh my god! Damn it! Why did I break through the second realm in a row?

Xiaoqing murmured to herself: "Xiaoqing is now at the fifth level, my God! I'm going to ask Li Xiuyuan!"

The three of them rushed all the way to Li Xiuyuan's door. They saw that the door was tightly closed and no one could push it open.
To be continued...