In Kaiyang Sect, at the tomb of Nirvana, under the mourning of everyone in Kaiyang Sect, the graves of Tianxingzi and Nirvana were buried together.
In front of the grave, Zhong Shan knelt down with a sad face, and all Kaiyang Sect disciples came forward to kneel down and send Tianxingzi off respectfully.
Tian Xingzi died, and the head of the Kaiyang Sect died. All the disciples in the sect can appreciate the solemnity of this moment.
Tiansha knelt beside Zhong Shan and looked at the grave in front of him. A trace of confusion and a trace of lament flashed in Tiansha's eyes.
After the funeral, all Kaiyang Sect disciples left one after another, and Xuan Xinzi also went to deal with important matters.
But there were still two people kneeling in front of Tian Xingzi's grave, Zhong Shan and Tian Sha.
On the third day of the mourning, Tiansha stood up gently, looked at Zhongshan coldly, turned around and left. After three days of mourning, Tiansha did it, but Zhongshan still knelt down.
On the fourth day, after Xuan Xinzi finished handling the important matters of Kaiyang Sect at hand, he took the orphaned widow and flew to Tianxingzi's grave. Seeing Zhong Shan still kneeling in front of the grave, the two looked at each other, and a sigh flashed in their eyes.
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"Zhongshan, three days of mourning have passed. The deceased has passed away. Please express your condolences!" Xuan Xinzi said softly.
"I'm mourning on behalf of Ling'er," Zhong Shan said.
Looking at Zhong Shan who was wearing sackcloth and wearing filial piety, Xuan Xinzi sighed slightly and said, "Zhong Shan, senior brother once mentioned to me that I would accept you as my disciple. What do you think?"
He raised his head and glanced at Xuan Xinzi and said: "Thank you for your kindness, uncle, but once you become a master, you will always be a father. Since the disciple has already worshiped the master, he will naturally not worship his uncle again."
Looking at Zhong Shan, Xuan Xinzi nodded and sighed: "It's okay if you don't worship. If you have any problems in practice, you can come to me at any time."
"Thank you, Uncle Master." Zhong Shan said expressionlessly.
In the land of China, in the north, in the Great Li Dynasty, inside an extremely luxuriously decorated palace.
Tian Ling'er, who was dressed in red clothes, was now as good as before, with no scars visible on her body.
On a small table in front of me, a small red sparrow was eating a bowl of fiery red rice grains.
"Xiaohong, why have I been feeling so bad these days? Why do I suddenly miss my father?" Tian Ling'er patted the red sparrow's head with her hand and said with a blank look on her face.
After being patted on the head, the red sparrow looked at Tian Ling'er, tilted its head, and then continued to eat the fiery red rice grains.
"You just know how to eat, you just know how to eat. Hum, the entire Phoenix Palace is full of phoenixes, ice phoenixes, fire phoenixes, Qingluan... They are all from the phoenix family. How come you are a little sparrow? There are other birds.
Isn't it forbidden to go? How can you run around in there? Really, you only know how to eat and eat all day long, and you can't talk like other phoenixes." Tian Ling'er pouted.
But the little red sparrow didn't seem to understand Ling'er's depression, and was still eating rice grains "duh, duh, duh".
"My mother is dead, my father is in Kaiyang Sect, Xiao Nanzi doesn't know what's going on now, and, uh, and, why does it seem that there is another important person? Why can't I remember it? Really, what do I think?
Can't get up? It must be very important to me. Uh, I can think of a figure from behind. He was holding a knife. He was very powerful. He protected me. It's really a headache. Why can't I remember it? Uh, osmanthus cake? Yes, osmanthus cake? Could it be?
That person's name is Osmanthus Cake?" Tian Ling'er recalled while pulling her hair.
The red sparrow continued to eat the millet grains, as if he didn't hear Tian Ling'er's words at all.
"I'm so angry. You little guy doesn't even listen to me, so you only know how to eat. Hum, if you don't listen to me again, I won't let you eat." Tian Ling'er patted the red sparrow and shouted.
Tianlang Island, Taidan Sect.
Bao'er and the three elders stood at the entrance of a hall of the Taidan Sect. Outside the hall, fifty-three corpses were lying flat, and more than a dozen disciples of the Taidan Sect stood aside, with sad looks on their faces.
"What's going on?" Elder Yaoyu asked in a deep voice.
"Elder, this is what happened when we came back. They are all dead. All the brothers and uncles in the sect are dead." A Taidan Sect disciple immediately said sadly.
"No one dares to bully my Tai Dan Sect, no one dares to kill my Tai Dan Sect and still have so many people walking away. Sect Master..." One of the elders clenched his fists and looked at Gan Baoer and said.
Obviously extremely angry, the Taidan Sect is incompetent in combat, but it does not mean that the Taidan Sect can be bullied at will. As long as a gathering of immortals is widely distributed, it can be guaranteed that 80% of the sects on Tianlang Island will rush to help, and even send it to
On the land of China, there is an endless stream of people coming here to help, even if they don't know Taidan Sect at all.
Bao'er narrowed his eyes, looked at the fifty-three corpses in front of him, and then said very calmly: "Elder Yaoyu."
"Yes" Elder Yaoyu responded.
"The great formation within the sect has not been destroyed. It is very likely that someone inside killed the disciples of Taidan Sect, and the Xuanhuang Cauldron of Heaven and Earth was stolen. Do you have any way to find it?" Bao'er said solemnly.
"The practice of the three of us has been blessed by the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Cauldron, and each of us has a trace of the cauldron. As long as the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Cauldron is still on Tianlang Island, we will definitely be able to find it." Elder Yaoyu said immediately.
"Okay, you should use all your strength to sense the Xuanhuang Cauldron of Heaven and Earth. If you feel it, let me know immediately." Bao'er said.
"Yeah" the three elders immediately responded.
"Dead people cannot be resurrected. Let's bury them first. As for their revenge, they will be avenged." Bao'er said in a cold tone.
"Yes, Sect Master." More than a dozen Taidan Sect disciples immediately bowed and said.
Kaiyang Sect
It is already the seventh day since Litian Xingzi died.
Zhong Shan also returned to Tingshui Pavilion. Regarding the death of his master, Zhong Shan's heart was always full of sadness. Although Tian Xingzi treated his enemies cruelly, he treated his own people very well. Among the disciples, he was the most
It is very caring. Maybe most of this kindness comes from Ling'er, but it is not important to Zhong Shan. Tian Xingzi cares about him very much, but he is already dead.
With a slight sigh, Zhong Shan turned over his hand and took out the small mirror.
The small mirror is octagonal, with both front and back sides. Both sides are extremely smooth. On one side, a large number of small characters are faintly displayed. There are tens of thousands of characters, but they are very, very small.
Ten Thousand Shadows Scripture?
At the beginning is the name of the exercise, and at the end is the content of the exercise. Looking at this exercise, Zhong Shan took a deep breath.
Twelve levels, like Hongluan Scripture, is also a twelve-level exercise. The magic of this exercise lies in copying, copying a clone of oneself. The clone's strength is half of one's own. Like a shadow, a clone appears.
.It’s just that this clone can only appear for one day at most, and after one day it disappears into a puff of smoke.
Twelve levels, the first level can only have two clones at most, and the second level can have four clones, that is, it doubles with each level.
Zhong Shan thought about this technique, and his heart was filled with shock. There is such a technique in the world? A clone? There is only one shortcoming, that is, with the practice of the Ten Thousand Shadows Scripture, the body shape of the practitioner will gradually become half of the shadow.
, getting thinner and thinner, just like Ying Wuxie, flat in shape, getting flatter as it goes back, until finally, it completely turns into a shadow.
Shadow? A trace of surprise flashed in Zhong Shan's eyes. He himself has an invisible body. That is also a shadow. Is it special?
It is described in the Ten Thousand Shadows Scripture that it is very difficult to practice, but Zhong Shan always has to try it.
The invisible body in the Great E Dynasty quickly sat cross-legged and quickly started practicing according to the descriptions in the Ten Thousand Shadows Scripture.
Until dawn the next day, both the real body and the invisible body were staring wide-eyed at this moment.
Because, in the great hall of the Da'ei Dynasty, the figure of the invisible body Zhongshan swayed, and two identical selves appeared beside him. These two selves were unconscious, just like copies of the invisible body, allowing the invisible body to
Zhong Shan can control it as he pleases, just like an extension of his body. Zhong Shan can also see everything the clone sees.
Under the control of the invisible body, one of the shadow clones held a writing brush and copied down the Ten Thousand Shadows Scripture on the small mirror.
Looking at the Ten Thousand Shadows Scripture copied by the shadow clone, Zhong Shan was a little surprised. He only spent one-tenth of his true energy to create two identical puppet shadow clones? The shadow clones can disperse on their own, but they can also escape.
Enter your own body and return to the true essence that disappeared before.
The two shadow clones quickly rushed into the invisible body and disappeared into it in an instant.
"Huh? Is this technique difficult?" Zhong Shan said to himself in confusion.
"Dong dong dong" A knock on the door suddenly came from outside the small courtyard of Shuixie.
Zhong Shan turned over and put away the small mirror, walked gently to the door, and opened the courtyard.
It was the Clay Bodhisattva. The Clay Bodhisattva was wrapped in a black robe, completely covering himself. Even his face covered with pustules was covered. If Zhong Shan hadn't seen his figure, he wouldn't have been able to recognize him.
"Senior." Zhong Shan frowned and looked at the Ni Bodhisattva, thinking of the master's instructions before his death.
"Zhong Shan, can we talk?" Ni Bodhisattva said calmly.
"Senior, please, this junior, please give me a cup of tea." Zhong Shan pointed to the stone table beside the small pool and said.
"Yes." Ni Bodhisattva nodded. He slowly walked to the stone table and sat down. Zhong Shan also came back to the house with a pot of tea.
The two sat down. Zhong Shan poured a cup of tea for the Clay Bodhisattva.
After taking a sip, Ni Bodhisattva put down the teacup and said, "Tian Xingzi should have told you my purpose before he died."
"Master mentioned it briefly but didn't go into details. Senior has something to say, but it doesn't hurt to say it," Zhong Shan said.