As the words fell, the light dispersed and turned into nothing.
Chen Xiao felt a light in his heart. It turned out that the old man had understood something at this moment. Maybe when he woke up, it was when he stepped through the void. Chen Xiao showed an indifferent smile on his face and said: "Old man, I wish you the best!"
Chen Xiao put the snow lotus into a box, and then threw the box into his backpack. He rushed out in a hurry. When he came out of the door, he was in the town of Desert. Chen Xiao was overjoyed. He didn't expect that the old man would take him back to the northwest. He didn't say anything.
He said that he would head straight towards the northwest desert immediately. Chen Xiao discovered a good thing, that is, the old man actually helped him to reach a higher level again, and now he is already at the peak of the second level.
Running all the way consumes a lot of energy, but it saves time. In order to save Yang Yingying, Chen Xiao did not care about anything else.
When Chen Xiao rushed back to the underground palace, the man in black looked at Chen Xiao in surprise and said, "Did you get the stuff?"
"Here it comes!" Chen Xiao hurriedly took out a snow lotus petal from his pocket and said, "This is it!"
"Why just one flap?" The man in black was stunned.
"Oh, the fifth-grade master gave me one!" Chen Xiao sniffed and said, "He said one is enough, and he has to use the rest!"
"Ah?" The man in black exclaimed, "You mean you saw him in person?"
"It doesn't count, it's just a piece of spiritual consciousness!" Chen Xiao grinned.
"Your kid is not dead?" The man in black was really surprised. You must know that in the monk world, the higher the level of people, the higher their mental state. People with higher mental states generally have more temperamental personalities.
Solitary. Such people often despise all existence, as if their world is only about themselves and no one else. If anyone dares to offend them, a bloody battle will inevitably occur.
This is also why when Chen Xiao fought in Wudang, those old antiques were clamoring to kill Chen Xiao. It was because they were self-righteous and superior. They accepted the worship of the people below for many years, so that they forgot about it and thought that they were the greatest in the world.
People. In fact, monks are arrogant. They are worshiped by ordinary humans. They don't care about anyone's feelings. Even if their own people have a conflict of interest with themselves, they will kill them without mercy.
.This is a monk, this is a cold-blooded and ruthless monk.
Chen Xiao was very glad that he met Uncle Zhang, the man who lived in a corner. In fact, Chen Xiao has always had a question that he didn't understand. How could Uncle Zhang be Zhang Yi's grandfather? If so,
Why is Zhang Yi's physical condition so bad? However, when Chen Xiao thinks about Uncle Zhang's
His ruthless character was immediately clear. Even if Zhang Yi died of illness, it is estimated that Uncle Zhang would not find a way to save him. Just like Zhang Yi's father was beaten to death by the urban management, but he remained indifferent and continued to eat and drink. Later.
When Wumen Village was wiped out, he disappeared directly, making people think that he was also dead.
Now that I think about it, Uncle Zhang should have a kind of appreciation for himself. After all, there is a red lotus in his body that is the envy of any monk. In the words of the monks, it is a kind of opportunity that no one can envy.
Chen Xiao showed a wry smile. He looked at the surprised man in black and said, "Are you surprised that I'm not dead?"
"Of course I'm surprised!" The man in black nodded hurriedly and said, "I didn't expect that the master not only brought you back alive, but also gave you a piece of snow lotus?"
"It's nothing strange!" Chen Xiao said with a smile: "When people heard that I climbed Mount Everest desperately in order to save the woman I loved, maybe it moved him because of this!"
"I don't believe it even if you beat me to death!" The man in black shook his head helplessly. He looked at the snow lotus petal, exhaled a filthy breath, and said: "Forget it, just take one petal. I never thought you could
Bring back a whole flower. I will help you once today!"
After saying that, the man in black led Chen Xiao and turned around and entered the main hall. The dark sarcophagus was still floating in the air. Under the power of the man in black, the sarcophagus gradually fell down. The man in black lightly
After blowing a gentle breath, the sarcophagus slowly opened. Although several days had passed, Yang Yingying's face was still rosy, and she was fine.
As if she had just fallen asleep. The ink-like black hair fell on her shoulders. The sword wound on her chest had gradually healed. The two slender and round legs were straight. The girl's key point was because her legs were close together.
He couldn't see clearly. Chen Xiao didn't have any evil thoughts. All he wanted was to save Yang Yingying.
The man in black walked over, gently pinched Yang Yingying's red lips, and then stuffed the lotus petal that exuded holy light into her mouth. The lotus flower melted in her mouth, and Yang Yingying's body seemed to be affected by this.
As if the petal lotus flower was infected, it instantly glowed with a burst of milky white holy light. The man in black stretched out his hand and touched her forehead gently. Yang Yingying's face suddenly showed an expression, and she frowned, seeming to be in great pain.
"Yingying!" Chen Xiao rushed over in a hurry.
"She's not alive yet!" The man in black glared at Chen Xiao and said: "She will wake up in seven or forty-nine days. If she wants to gather her soul, she has no other choice but to wait. You can choose to be here
Watch, you can also choose to leave and wait until the time is up before returning!"
"I..." Chen Xiao originally wanted to say stay, but in order not to worry others, he decided to stay here with Yang Yingying for a while before going out.
In the world of monks, news about Chen Xiao's battle with the Wudang Sect has spread to every corner. Everyone knows that a master named Chen Xiao has emerged in the world of monks. Chen Xiao's strength is second-level. Such strength is unprecedented in the world of monks.
He is already a supreme being. Many people cannot reach the first level in their lifetime, but he was able to reach the second level in his twenties.
"Is this a human being? This is simply an animal!"
"Alas, my master said that such a genius only appears once every thousand years, so we can't count on him!"
In the monk world, some low-level disciples gathered together to talk with their rice bowls in hand. But in the mouths of some relatively high-ranking disciples, Chen Xiao had a different look. People are divided into groups, and birds of a feather flock together. What?
It is a very real question that people of similar strength will gather with people of what kind of strength. Masters naturally like to gather with masters, and lowly disciples like to gather with lowly disciples.
"I have to say that Chen Xiao is indeed a genius, but I believe that I will be able to surpass him sooner or later!"
"Hey, senior brother, you are already at the peak of the fourth level. You can break through as long as you get a little chance."
The fourth level is already considered a very good cultivation level, and the other person is only in his twenties. The two were walking on the Mount Emei Road, carrying a sharp sword on their backs, discussing the news about Chen Xiao. Recently
, Chen Xiao can be said to be popular in the monk world. Some people criticize him, some praise him; some admire him, and some despise him. Although those with high cultivation level despise and disdain him in their hearts, their mouths are still more complimentary.
The Wudang Sect suffered heavy casualties. This time, Taoist Master Yangxu was injured in the arm, so he had to recuperate. The position of leader was temporarily replaced by Lin Zhishui. This replacement may be forever. Because several old ghosts in Wudang are
ran out, several people were very angry because Taoist Yangxu committed a major crime.
Wrong, a few old ghosts are preparing to wait for Taoist Master Yangxu to question him after he recovers from his injuries. At this moment, Lin Zhishui is sweating profusely and directing his disciples to pack things in various palaces. The helicopter is about to arrive
Lift the excavator and crane up the mountain to prepare for the renovation of Zhengde Hall.
"Alas, our Wudang has suffered heavy losses this time!"
"No, not to mention the death of a third-grade master, we also lost several first-grade masters. There are countless disciples with potential and strength below!"
"I just hope Wudang won't be damaged by this!"
The disciples of Wudang gathered together and talked about it, and they were a little worried and worried among themselves. Wudang suffered this disaster, which can be said to be a disaster. All the disciples of Wudang were dejected, and they could not raise their spirits at all.
Lin Zhishui looked listless
Wudang disciples, he scolded: "Cheer up, everyone. Let's see what you all look like. Do you have any look like a Wudang disciple? This time the Wudang Sect has experienced hardships and setbacks. Are you just treating yourselves?"
Have you lost confidence?"
"No!" Wudang disciples shouted one after another.
"Then don't chat in a group." Lin Zhishui glanced at everyone and shouted: "Hurry up and pack up as soon as possible. We will move to another place soon. This place needs to be renovated, at least in a year.
Only then can I come back!”
Some people are reluctant to leave. After all, this is the place where they have lived all their lives. Some people have been selected into the Wudang Sect since they were young. They have taken root in Wudang since they were young and regard themselves as Wudang people. They are very dependent on Wudang. Now Wudang is suffering.
They were very sad about this disaster. No matter how much Wudang went too far or how much he bullied others, Wudang was his roots after all. Now that he had to move away, they felt very reluctant to leave.
Fortunately, the place to be relocated is at the foot of the mountain. There is already a large villa at the foot of the mountain, which was originally used by peripheral disciples to do business. On weekdays, the incense in Wudang is very prosperous, and many people are willing to come to Wudang to offer incense. Wudang is
Taoism developed and flourished during the Tang Dynasty. As a sect native to China, Taoism was created by the Chinese people. Therefore, it was recognized deep in their hearts.
The relocation of the Wudang Clan lasted for more than a week. After a week, a large number of heavy machinery was transported up the mountain, and the repair work began. All the halls needed to be restored on the original basis, and some old halls were dug out directly.
