Chapter 233 The first person under the road, the agreement of Dongting Stream
There was silence between heaven and earth.
Everyone in the entire twenty-one states, including the Jian Sect, Dao Sect, and everyone in the Holy Land Elder Platform, all looked at each other in shock.
"Tong Xiu, you..."
Wei Nan opened and closed the corners of his mouth a few times, then let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, and murmured to himself:
"That's fine."
The Great Elder Yang Tianqiong looked at the scene in front of him with a strange expression, but he didn't know how to judge it.
Subconsciously, she glanced at Yao Yan, who was sitting in the high seat. She lowered her eyes and could not see the sadness and joy on her face.
Tong Xiu turned a deaf ear to everything around him and faced Dao Dao's eyes that were looking at him indifferently. Then he turned around and walked down the Immortal Platform step by step.
In this way, the only thing left on the high platform was the bloody shirt standing there.
Everything around him returned to calmness, and only after everything returned to calmness, could everyone see clearly.
Countless vertical and horizontal ravines have been cut into the sky for thousands of miles.
Sword energy!
It was as if more than ten thousand long swords were intertwining in the air with mighty sword energy, cutting the sky into pieces.
Ten feet away from the front of Su Bei on the Immortal Platform, the sky is full of desolation.
The young man was motionless, and even the Qingping sword he was holding was still trembling.
Everyone took a breath of cold air and looked in front of them, at the sky, and at the flying sword in disbelief.
It seems that you can vaguely hear the low laughter of the figure embroidered in white clothes:
"Su also has a sword with the word "sky" in it."
"——Laughing Sky."
He was indeed defeated, but he stood on the platform of immortality with a different attitude.
Perhaps, this is his great victory.
Yang Tianqiong, the great elder of the Holy Land, had a wry smile on his lips and walked up to the Immortal Climbing Platform. He looked at Su Bei, who had already fainted, and then glanced at the last elder of the Dao Sect who was walking towards the Climbing Immortal Platform with a wry smile on his face.
Then he spoke:
"Daozong... wins."
Ascension to the Immortal Platform finally came to an end, in a way that everyone felt regretful but extremely exciting.
The No. 1 sect in the world finally decided its ownership.
It seemed to be the same as everyone had expected, except that the process was a little more surprising.
Did Jian Zong lose?
It seems that there is no loss...but there is no victory either.
The only remaining elder of the Taoist sect who was at the peak of returning to the void stepped onto the elders' stage. In full view of everyone, he held up a magnificent golden plaque with large gilt characters in his hands:
"The best sect in the world!"
Everything seems to be over.
Yao Yan suddenly stood up, and under the puzzled gazes of everyone, he picked up the jade plaque engraved with gilded characters that was placed next to him.
Wenren Pingxin had already climbed onto the Immortal Platform and picked up the unconscious Su Bei, while Yaoyan walked towards her step by step.
The breeze blew by, blowing Su Bei's long dark hair scattered on the ground.
In Wen Renping's puzzled eyes, Yao Yan put down the jade plaque in his hand, and the big characters behind Su Bei shone brightly.
——Half step together.
Of course, these big characters are not half-step together in the literal sense.
It is the pinnacle of harmony.
On top of Qingyun Mountain, everyone's eyes were solemnly looking at those big characters.
That is the highest honor for an individual, an honor recognized by people all over the world.
It seems that today, it belongs again, although the person who belongs to it has his eyes closed tightly and does not open his eyes to take a look at the honor that belongs to him.
Yuan Zong's Wei Tianqi had complicated eyes, and finally sighed with self-deprecation:
"Tong Xiu has left, and now is Subei coming again?"
Yu Hongxiu's expression narrowed slightly, and she didn't know what she was thinking. She gently rubbed her slender jade fingers and bit her red lips without saying a word.
In an instant, the entire Qingyun Mountain was buzzing with discussion.
boom--
"In other words, Elder Su's strength is recognized by the Holy Land?"
"The first person under Hedao!"
"Elder Su is in the late stage of returning to the void. If he is half-stepped into Hedao, he may be able to fight against Hedao monks..."
"The sky is irreversible, will it still laugh at the sky?"
"This is Sword Sect."
"..."
One of the sect elders smiled bitterly, seeming to finally understand why the Sword Sect thousands of years ago had the word Tianxia.
This kind of courage is indeed unparalleled in the world.
Wenren Pingxin gently touched Su Bei's face, and looked at the peaceful sleeping face with his beautiful eyes.
He stretched out his hand to brush away a strand of blood-stained hair hanging on his face, and his face showed a rare look of kindness.
She is not a woman who likes to be sad, and she is even stronger than many men, otherwise she would not have resolutely taken over the responsibility of the Sword Sect after its leader left the sect...
But no matter what, she is still a woman after all, and just like this moment, she is far from as calm as she shows.
With some people, you can not see them for a long time, or even ignore them, but as long as you know that they are still there, you will feel at peace in your heart.
To a certain extent, Su Bei gradually filled a gap in the deepest part of Wenren Pingxin's heart. Although Wenren Pingxin still looked charming and mature, his mentality was inevitably tainted by the old age, especially
It was Jian Zong's strength that was declining day by day, and she was becoming depressed.
However, the tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop!
Wen Ren looked at Su Bei with all his heart and recalled many old stories.
He shook his head gently, then stretched out his hand to wipe away the slight moisture from the corners of his eyes. First he laughed at himself, laughing at how he had never been so weak, and then he smiled sadly and bitterly.
It's just that Su Bei was able to go so far because of a promise made to her.
When a man is in the world, he can be romantic, chic, gentle, domineering, arrogant, noble...
——This is the icing on the cake.
The real foundation lies in persistence and responsibility. A real man has the courage to take responsibility, and that is what women can truly rely on.
She raised her head and looked at the mirror of the sky.
There was a hint of pride on her beautiful face, and with the look of a swordsman, the sword in her hand fell from the sky.
"Jian Zong welcomes guests from all over the world."
"..."
This sentence spread throughout the twenty-one states.
...
A ray of sunlight shines into the house through the window pane. From the angle of the man lying on the bed, you can just see the flying dust in the sunlight.
A slender figure sat beside the bed with her back to him, also looking at this ray of sunshine, lost in thought.
Amidst the heavy fragrance of medicine, Wenren Pingxin held the medicine bowl in his hand, biting his thin lips with his teeth, looking at Su Bei on the bed, not knowing what to do.
In fact, it was perfect for Shan Wulan to do this kind of thing, but her body had not fully recovered.
Wenren Pingxin has been practicing for nearly a thousand years, and has a greater influence on some of the rules and regulations of the secular and even the immortal world. Although he almost dotes on Su Bei and has never had contact with body parts, steamed buns and other things, but...
In her mind, for lips and teeth to meet, it must be a Taoist companion, a mother.
What should I do?
"I am his senior sister. I have watched him grow up since he was a child. He is just a little brat!"
"It's just taking medicine, there are no distracting thoughts in my mind..."
Wen Renping comforted himself, but his cheeks became increasingly rosy and his head felt dizzy.
He is his junior brother...the junior brother he has watched grow up.
I know all the sizes.
Huh? What are you thinking about?
Really just to save...
Time could not be wasted. Seeing that the bowl of concoction prepared by the saint herself was gradually getting colder... Wen Renping gritted his teeth and took a sip of the concoction.
Then he leaned down and gently probed towards Su Bei's lips.
A cold touch came.
She gently poured the concoction into Su Bei's mouth bit by bit.
After doing all this, her face turned red and she gently covered her beautiful red face with her sleeves.
"What an enemy."
"owe you."
Wen Renping looked at him with complicated eyes and touched his red lips again. He never thought that his first kiss would be given in such a way.
At this moment, a sudden and rapid knock on the door came.
Wen Renping put down the bowl of soup, and Dai Meier walked to the door with a frown, looking at Mo Xingjian who looked anxious:
"What's up?"
Mo Xingjian took a deep breath. Although he felt strange about the red-faced woman in front of him, he didn't think much about it and said beside her:
"Something happened to Jian Zong..."
"Sixth Junior Brother, during the breakthrough, no one was watching over Naluo Ritian. He escaped."
"..."
Wenren Pingxin raised his eyebrows a few times, looked back at Su Bei who was breathing steadily, and said without hesitation:
"Inform everyone in the Sword Sect and return to the Sword Sect!"
"immediately."
"..."
Mo Xingjian left the room in a hurry. Wen Renping looked at Su Bei lying on the bed and said softly:
"There is nothing serious about your body, and the broken meridians will gradually be repaired."
"It's just that senior sister can't accompany you anymore."
His injuries recovered better in the Holy Land, but now he needs to rest even more. The bumps on the road back to Sword Sect are not good for his health.
She gently caressed his cheek with her bare hands, feeling moved for some reason, and then kissed him on the cheek. Her heart was full of peace, and she said softly:
"I can already protect the Sword Sect."
"Waiting for you to return to Jianzong."
The forbidden seasonal movement in my heart seems to have planted seeds and taken root, waiting to sprout.
Xiafei's cheeks and crimson face were full of charm, just like a peach tree about to bloom.
She slowly softened and leaned softly on that chest that was not broad but very hard.
Hold him in your arms, the skin-to-skin contact brings a perfect touch, the perfect pressure on your chest, the taste is indescribable.
If she were not her senior sister, she would never have met him when she was a child.
How great would that be?
...
When Su Bei woke up and turned around, he found that he was lying on a soft bed, covered with a brocade quilt.
There seemed to be a faint fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, and Su Bei subconsciously licked the corner of his lips, smelling the sweet taste.
Creak——
The door opened.
Su Bei turned his head with difficulty and looked at the woman in the gorgeous dress, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. Why did she appear here?
After Yao Yan saw Su Bei waking up, he didn't say anything, nodded towards him, and then sat beside him minding his own business, with infinite complexity in his eyes.
Su Bei gasped heavily, feeling that every part of his body was in pain, and his lungs were on fire. Every breath he took brought tremendous pain.
The injuries that Tong Xiu caused him in the previous battle were not important. The key was that the backlash caused by the Seventh Style of Kingly Sword was so violent that it was beyond his expectation. However, he tried hard to keep a calm expression on his face, so
Tsukuru asked easily:
"The saint is here? Su Mou hasn't made ice cream yet..."
Yaoyan was stunned for a moment, and then a blush appeared on his cheeks.
Su Bei reacted. This sentence seemed to have a hint of teasing. He coughed dryly and looked up at the ceiling above his head.
then--
"This is the saint's boudoir!?"
Yaoyan nodded.
Su Bei hesitated for a moment, then said:
"Isn't it good? This is your boudoir..."
Yaoyan smiled and said softly:
"In the fantasy, people are getting married. Do you still care about this?"
He confided gently, half-opening his mouth, bringing out the intoxicating fragrance.
The wind blowing on Su Bei's face was cold, soft, and itchy, just like the willow wind in Jiangnan spring, with the slightest coolness, tickling the heart and lungs.
Su Bei was a little embarrassed, and for the first time, he felt a little shy.
Was he being teased by her in turn?
Ahem——
"What about the Sword Sect people?"
Yao Yan stared at the man who left a trace in his heart with complicated emotions:
"Already gone...I don't want you anymore."
Su Bei: "..."
"Is the ascension to Sendai over? How long have I slept?"
"It's over. I didn't sleep for long, maybe half a day."
"How was the result of climbing to Sendai?"
"Of course Daozong won..."
"Well, that's really a pity. I thought that my handsome sword should win."
"Actually... you can be considered a winner, Tong Xiu has entered Hedao."
"That's it."
"Yes, you are now the number one person under Hedao."
Su Bei smiled and said nothing.
Who is the first person in harmony? I know it in my heart.
Yaoyan paused for a moment, looked at this man who was infinitely younger than himself, and suddenly said:
"Don't you care at all about your injuries?"
Su Bei raised his eyebrows and said quietly:
"As the saying goes, auspicious people have their own destiny. I am a person with great destiny, so of course I am not worried."
He has the title of Son of Destiny, but his meridians are just broken.
Yaoyan didn't know where his confidence came from, so he stretched out his hand to check the pulse of his wrist, and was surprised to find that his meridians were connected a little bit, even though it was only a little...
There was some silence in the room.
So much so that Su Bei was shocked when Yao Yan suddenly spoke:
"Don't you know where Donghuang has gone?"
Su Bei sniffed the fragrance of a few strands of hair under the tip of his nose, with a strange expression. Could it be that Ji Nanjue still can't find anyone yet?
"I really don't know about this. Queen Lin asked me about it yesterday..."
Yao Yan's eyes narrowed, and Ji Nanjue had calculated something bad about the divination he had done a few days ago.
It's just that the hexagrams are very messy, and there is great misfortune but good fortune later?
There is danger, but it is not fatal. On the contrary, there are some opportunities.
Now that his inner demon tribulation is imminent, Su Bei's inner demon tribulation forcibly advanced his inner demons.
After thinking about it, I could only sigh:
"Queen Lin has returned to the Ancient Kingdom of Dongfeng. Donghuang has been away for too long and there are still many things to deal with."
"During this period, you just stay in the Holy Land and don't go anywhere."
"Your great elder has told me to take good care of you."
Su Bei looked out the window and saw a beautiful garden full of scenery.
It is impossible for me to stay in the Holy Land for a long time. The sooner I can go to the Nanfeng Ancient Country, the better.
"Open your mouth——"
Suddenly a soft voice came over, and Su Bei turned his gaze from the spring scenery in the garden to the woman beside him.
Yao Yan held the bowl with half of the concoction left in his hand, and weighed out the black juice with a white jade spoon.
"Dalang, drink the medicine..."
Su Bei: "??"
After hesitating for a moment, he still cooperated with her and put the concoction in the spoon into his mouth.
Looking at Su Bei's appearance, Yao Yan smiled and stood up:
"You just need to rest better..."
Put down the empty medicine bowl, turn around and leave.
Residence of the Holy Lady of the Temple.
A peaceful atmosphere.
Some maids gathered together and discussed the matter of going to the Immortal Platform. They expressed their admiration for the man who smiled at the sky with his sword.
"Elder Su...I want it so much."
"Hey, I don't know what kind of woman can be worthy of him."
"yes."
"You are still sighing, but I am already ibei!"
“Show me the sign!!”
"..."
A maid suddenly said:
"I've seen Elder Su. He has a bad temper and is very rude!!"
The maids quickly blinked and looked at her, full of confusion.
But I saw her face was blushing, swallowing saliva, holding her cheeks with her hands:
“Very rude, he walked in without even saying hello.”
"??"
"..."
In a pavilion, Dieyi was resting her chin on the stone table with a sad expression.
Why is that guy not dead yet? Master... Why did my aunt work so hard to connect his meridians?
But if his meridians are just destroyed and he can't practice in the future, wouldn't that be a great thing?
There is one less scourge in the world!
But...why are you still a little worried about his injury?
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh for her complicated heart, feeling a little sad that was unique to a little girl.
"Miss Die, what's wrong? Why are you sighing?"
A maid had a strange expression and sat next to her and asked:
Dieyi just gave her a dull look and said nothing.
"By the way, why did Donghuang disappear for so long... Logically speaking, he would definitely come to see the Saint at this time."
"Nothing will happen!"
"The saint has never let anyone enter her boudoir, let alone a man. You said..."
"..."
Several maids' eyes were flashing with incomprehensible meaning.
When he saw Yao Yan walking out of the room, he immediately dispersed and everyone went about their own errands. Only Dieyi, the "idler", remained where he was.
The night is getting darker.
Su Bei felt the spiritual energy in his body gathering little by little, which seemed to be the result of the hard work of his disciples.
It became more and more filled.
He sat up and stretched his limbs slightly.
This damn saint is well versed in the routines of gentle massage, and she is in charge of the ups and downs!
I want to add a clock——
Enduring the physical discomfort, Su Bei put on his clothes gently and straightened his green crown in front of the bronze mirror.
At that time, he promised Ji Nanjue to meet him at Dongting Stream. Even if he disappears now, this is still what he promised.
After adjusting his breathing, he put the sword box on his back and opened the door.
The bright moon hung in the sky, and for some reason he felt a little uneasy in his heart, but he didn't think much about it.
Then it quietly disappeared into the night.
...
"Pfft——"
Ji Nanjue spat out another large mouthful of blood.
However, her eyes became more determined, and she could clearly feel that the spiritual energy contained in the formation was rapidly disappearing.
The eyes of all the masked men were filled with shock. They never thought that the Blood Refining Formation would end up like this.
In the direction of Dongting Stream...how come there is no Earthly Evil Pearl?
Ji Nanjue was completely oblivious to everything around her. Her gown was dyed red with blood, and fine sweat mixed with blood flowed from her forehead to her pointed chin.
She could feel that under the tube top, she had already recovered as before, and her whole body was tense. However, under the cover of the night, no one noticed the blood all over the sky.
Under the silver-blue moonlight, her skin seemed to reflect pale brilliance, and her whole body was like a beauty made of withered white jade. How could a mortal have such a perfect body?
The coldness in her body was getting stronger and stronger, and she had never felt such a desire.
Obviously I have seen the hope of life!
I have found my own Zhiyang, how could it be left here like this?
Must go out!
boom--
The sky full of ice and snow was released from his body.
The spiritual energy around her body surged crazily, and her meridians were shattered inch by inch under such terrifying double pressure.
In the dark and cold sea of clouds, Ji Nanjue's mind was in a state of confusion and she felt as if she was dead.
I just don’t know why, but there is always a glimmer of hope in my mind.
This is the hexagram that Yaoyan once predicted:
Sixty-three, the end of the economy, the attack of evil, and the improper position.
Big bad luck but little good luck.
Ice crystals penetrated the thick sea of clouds, and snowflakes were flying between the sky and the earth, and they fell one after another.
Finally, under her lifeless attack!
She actually created a small gap in the blood refining formation. Although it was only an insignificant gap, at that moment the tyrannical strength unique to overcoming the tribulation could indeed be released.
Ji Nanjue made a move with his bare hands, and a sheet of ice phoenix blocked the layers of evil energy behind him.
Then his whole body rushed out like a stream of light.
"Chase!!"
"We must not let her run away..."
The masked man's eyes were filled with fear.
This plan has been planned for so long, how could it fail at the last moment!?
Now that the formation has been broken, there is really no need to maintain it.
It fell apart in an instant.
Then the black figures chased Ji Nanjue not far away with all their strength.
The sky is filled with darkness!
"He probably can't even use Hedao's strength now!"
"Today Donghuang must die!"
"kill!!!"
The deafening roar echoed in the sky.
Ji Nanjue covered her chest and waist, and the effect of the fairy grass completely disappeared.
The blood-stained white shirt outlined a graceful figure in the air.
It's a pity that the ghosts behind him were never seen.
Dongting Stream——
There was only one word in Ji Nanjue's mind.
There was only one word that kept her running madly toward the southeast.
Getting closer.
Phantom, Phantom, Phantom——
Sighs echoed between heaven and earth.
It seemed that the spiritual energy in her body could no longer support it.
It seems that the ghost's exposed fangs can be vaguely seen.
"Will you die in this way?"
Ji Nanjue smiled bitterly.
She thought about many ways to die, all of which were related to the Yin body.
However, she never thought that it would end in this way.
"That's fine."
She fell from the sky like a kite with its string broken.