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Chapter 22: After the Mask

A full moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the deck of the Chuanyun Boat in white. Yang Biluo stood quietly by the side of the boat, staring at the moon wheel above her head, and couldn't help but think that today was Chinese Valentine's Day.

"In the Palace of Breath, every year on this day, all the young couples will gather together to admire the moon, taste tea, discuss Dharma, talk about poetry, and do their best to be elegant. All the magic circles on all the buildings in the Palace of Breath will be opened tonight.

, the entire Breath Palace will be shrouded in radiance." Yang Biluo said softly, with a touch of sadness flowing in his tone.

"Bringing this custom to Tianqiong Sect, I don't think anyone will object to this kind of festival full of warmth." Chen Yunsheng said.

"I didn't expect her to be so beautiful. I was so blind at the time that I couldn't see that she was wearing a mask. I just said that there should not be an ugly girl next to a handsome and powerful young man like you." Yang Biluo still had a hint of emotion in his words at this time.

A little bit of sadness, but the meaning of sadness back then was completely different.

"For me, beauty and ugliness really don't matter. When I fell in love with her, I didn't know her true appearance under the mask."

Liu Xiaoshan walked over with a smile and said, "I can testify to this. When he saw my appearance, his saliva almost flowed to his clothes."

Yang Biluo looked at the picturesque Liu Xiaoshan and chuckled. Now that she already had her heart set on her, she would naturally not be tempted by other men.

"Speaking of masks, have you seen the faces under the masks of the Bright Guards?" Fan Ming shouted in the cabin.

Yang Biluo's curiosity suddenly arose, and her worries just disappeared in an instant. She took the lead in stepping into the cabin, came to Fan Ming's side, stared at the body of the Light Guard, looked at it repeatedly, and after looking at it for a long time, she suddenly said: "

Why does this person look so familiar?"

Fan Ming nodded and said: "It is very similar to the third stone statue in the west of the Fuguang Palace. I remember that man was one of the earliest Yuan Masters of the Breath Palace. He seemed to be called Zhufeng Sou, and his famous trick was called Whirlwind Jin.

But, how could he be the Light Guard?"

At this time, Chen Yunsheng and Liu Xiaoshan also walked in from the deck. He saw at a glance that there were very hidden black dots on the scarred chest of the Guangming Guard. Chen Yunsheng hurriedly turned the Guangming Guard's body over and saw that the Guangming Guard was inserted into the back.

There is a black crystal on it. The crystal is embedded in the spine of the Bright Guard. It seems to be embedded inside, with only half an inch left exposed.

He pinched the tip of the crystal and carefully pulled it out from the corpse. When Liu Xiaoshan saw the crystal, he shouted: "This is almost the same as your crystal."

Chen Yunsheng shook his head and said: "This piece is much smaller."

As he said that, he took out his mysterious crystal. Comparing the two crystals, it can be clearly seen that the crystal on Guangmingwei's body is smaller than the crystal in Chen Yunsheng's hand. However, the shapes are similar.

. Chen Yunsheng put away the two crystal stones and began to wonder why the Bright Guard had this object on them.

Suddenly he seemed to remember something and looked at Liu Xiaoshan, who also looked up at him at the same time. The two looked at each other as if they had already figured it out.

"This crystal is probably a magic weapon that transmits a steady stream of spiritual energy to this light guard. In other words, each light guard may have a crystal like this to transmit spiritual energy. With unlimited spiritual energy,

I'm afraid this is the terrifying thing about the Bright Guard." Chen Yunsheng expressed his speculation, and at the same time, a bold idea was quietly brewing in his heart.

Fan Yang shook his head and said: "This is not right. According to senior brother, if this person is the first generation master of the Breath Palace, then according to his cultivation level, coupled with endless spiritual energy, I am afraid that even if you have that kind of perversion

Even if he has the Dharma image, you cannot kill him easily."

Fan Yang was outspoken, but he said that Chen Yunsheng's Dharma was abnormal, which annoyed many people, including Ye Sihan. Chen Yunsheng naturally did not feel dissatisfied and said: "This may be like this. This Yuan Lord was a hundred thousand years ago

He died during the battle with the Tongxing Palace. He was turned into a Light Guard by the divine messenger, so he remained immortal until today, one hundred thousand years later. However, the combat power of the living dead or the Light Guard is naturally no better than that of the living monks themselves.

, although they have endless spiritual energy, the battle cannot be won as long as they have spiritual energy. Therefore, their combat power is greatly reduced."

Fan Yang clapped his hands in approval and said, "Yes, that's it."

Wu Nian stared at the corpse on the ground and murmured: "Amitabha. In this world, only the dead are the most peaceful and peaceful. Some people don't even let the dead go. It's really a sin, a sin."

Chen Yunsheng said: "The sins of Xinggong don't stop there. There is nothing more vicious than restricting people's freedom. What Xinggong wants is a group of slaves, not believers. Sooner or later, we will return to this land again,

Drive Xing Gong away so that they have no place to live in Cathay."

Fan Ming stared at the dark world outside the porthole window and murmured: "I don't know why Master did something so disrespectful to the Breath Palace."

Fan Yang also lowered his head, as if these two people had done something shameful.

Yang Biluo patted Fan Ming's shoulder and said: "Xuan Wuji is Xuan Wuji, you are you, don't be so discouraged. The future of the Breath Palace depends on us. As long as we are still alive, the Breath Palace will still be alive.

"

Chen Yunsheng said earnestly: "Bi Luo is right. The Tianqiong Sect was burned to ashes by a fire back then, and now it is standing on the top of Taibai Peak again. As long as the seeds of the Breath Palace are not broken, they will surely sprout again in the future.

The days of towering trees.”

Yang Biluo murmured to himself: "I just don't know what happened to Master and Master Huanye. I'm afraid they may not be the opponents of Xuan Wuji, the Great Star Master and the Light Guard."

This sentence made everyone worry again. Yang Biluo was right to worry. The strength of the Bright Guard was definitely not worse than that of the Yuan Lord. With a three to two ratio, Huanye and Chu Shang might not be able to survive.

Liu Xiaoshan said: "Everyone, please stop thinking wildly. The top priority now is to stabilize the morale of the army. If you have time to worry, it is better to practice more. Facing the Star Palace, you must rely on your true strength. You see, Xu Bailu has already started to practice swordsmanship."

Everyone turned to look at the corner of Chuanyunzhou. Sure enough, Xu Bailu seemed to be in trance, holding the Spirit Snake Sword in both hands and looking at the sword body with concentration. Liu Xiaoshan's words suddenly made many people wake up from their dreams, especially

It was a few young people from the Breath Palace who quickly found a suitable position and started practicing.

Chen Yunsheng looked at Liu Xiaoshan and raised his thumb.



There are many mountains.

No one knows how many mountains there are on this continent, and all the mountains on the other five continents combined are not as numerous as Shanlan. To the north of Shanlan Continent, surrounded by mountains, was born a place that all the monks in Cathay longed for.

The sect, that is Taixu Palace.

No one knows when the history of Taixu Palace began, and of course no one is willing to research that obscure history. The human race is always used to forgetting, and is always used to looking forward. In the huge palace of Taixu Palace,

Among the buildings, there is a thatched cottage hidden. The four walls of the thatched cottage are covered with bookshelves, which are filled with densely packed classics. The history of Taixu Palace is recorded here, and the past glory of Taixu Palace is recorded here. It is full of books.

Traces of time.

At some point, a third person came into the hut. He didn't say anything, and sat next to the other two people, staring at the various classics on the bookshelf, as if thinking about something.

The yellow-faced old man sitting to the east coughed slightly and said, "Third brother, you are not in charge of Yinsha, why did you come back suddenly?"

The old man with gray hair and boyish face who had just come in said respectfully: "Brother, Master, I watched the stars at night and made deductions all night long. I calculated that Shan Lan was affected by the disaster of the Star Palace before Qingzhou, so I am here."

Sitting on the west side, an old man with a thin face and a long beard said calmly: "In China, I only believe in one person's prediction of the future, and that is Monk Tianyuan. So, you go back and forth wherever you come from. Qingzhou is more important than Shanlan, and you

It’s not that I don’t know. Back then, the Holy Emperor’s head was still buried in the Lantau Mountains.”

Chen Xingzi frowned slightly and said: "The Holy Emperor's head has been buried in Sleepy Hollow for a hundred thousand years. Even if it is not completely rotten, what is the use? Xing Gong will not be worried about this thing anymore, maybe the Baiji clan

I’ve already forgotten about this.”

The old man with a long beard shook his head and said: "Impossible. The Holy Emperor was the king of the Baiji clan back then. How can he be compared with the ordinary Baiji clan members. So they will definitely go there to retrieve the head and wash away the shame of the year. Maybe the Baiji clan has

The ability to resurrect the Holy Emperor."

Chen Xingzi sighed and said: "There are no unbroken eggs under the overturned nest. If Shanlan cannot defend it, I don't believe that Qingzhou will be spared. So the brothers still allow Chenxing to stay here with peace of mind. A few days ago, I heard that the Breath Palace was destroyed overnight.

It fell. Of course, Taixu Palace and Qi Palace cannot be compared, but it is always right to be careful."

The yellow-faced old man sitting in the east nodded and said: "Shangguan, this matter will be handled according to Chenxing's wishes. In short, the Taixu Palace will fight until the last monk. In a moment, you will inform the thirty-six Tiangang and the seventy-two Earthly Demons."

In every corner of Shanlan, if there are monks from the Star Palace sneaking in quietly, they will be killed without mercy. If there is a large group of monks invading, please inform them as soon as possible."

morning

The yellow-faced old man, who Chen Xingzi called his master brother, took out a classic from the bookshelf, wrote down today's resolutions on it, and signed his name—Zhenren Ziwei.

Xugong won a strong reputation and laid an important foundation for its future revival.

When people discovered this book from the ruins that recorded the handwriting of Zi Wei, the headmaster of Taixu Palace, and made this matter public, all the monks in Cathay, with their passion for advocating heroes, devoted themselves to Taixu without hesitation.

Palace. As a result, a brand-new sect quickly stood up on this ruins. As for the heroes who really determine the outcome of the war, they are often forgotten in the long river of history.


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