"...A total of 379 direct lineage members will participate in the opening of the ancestral temple in stages. After inheriting the glory of your ancestors, your Daochen bloodline will be unleashed, and your cultivation will improve again.
Come back quickly!" The old voice echoed, but not everyone heard it. Only Su Ming and Xu Hui could hear it clearly at this moment because of the guidance in their souls.
Su Ming's eyes narrowed. The voice from the Saint Robe of the Stars mentioned the changes in Daochen. Su Ming had roughly seen the break between the Immortal Clan and Daochen Sect when he looked at it with his evil eyes. Su Ming did not know the details.
Therefore, we can't see any clues, we can't find the cause and effect, and we can't imagine how the Immortal Clan can confront the Daochen Sect. However, since there is this war, then the Immortal Clan must still have some confidence in the confrontation.
Xu Hui's expression also changed, because at the same time she heard the old words coming from Su Ming's starry robe, a phoenix cry suddenly appeared in her soul.
This sound echoed in her heart and soul, and turned into a force that could avoid the pull of Su Ming's soul. After forming a faint barrier, there was a sound from the phoenix cry that only she could hear.
the sound of.
"Hui'er... This is the first time that my teacher has transmitted messages to you in this way. Don't panic or show any flaws..."
This is a message from her sect, the Feng Sect. Judging from the barrier that avoids being pulled by Su Ming's soul, this barrier can prevent Su Ming from hearing the current message from the Feng Sect.
This is a power that Xu Hui never knew existed before, nor did she know that her sect had the ability to create such a barrier!
This barrier is like a crack in the dam. Even with Xu Hui's intelligence, she can fully imagine that the so-called marriage agreement and seal between Fengmen and Daochen Sect is not solid and indestructible.
If this seal can be blocked, then naturally there is a huge flaw. However, this flaw is usually well hidden. Only at the most critical moment can it be discovered and the seal can be opened.
Let Fengmen break away from Daochen Sect.
"You have Daokong by your side, don't let him see the clues... When I sent you to Daochen Sect as the Taoist companion of Daokong's son, I was very uncomfortable as a teacher, but I had to do it.
I can only fight for one agreement for you. Now...this agreement is no longer important. Our Fengmen has decided to break with Daochen Sect. All seals will be opened. From now on...you are free, and Fengmen is free!
But you want to kill Daokong. Your cultivation level far exceeds his. Find an opportunity to kill this kid and quickly return to Daochen True Realm...
Remember, Daokong is very important to Daochen Sect. I have not discovered this importance before, but in retrospect over the years, Daochen Sect sent Daokong to the wasteland of Shenyuan, which seems to contain some kind of meaning.
What a profound meaning, especially since I just recently learned that the person who ordered Daokong to be sent to the source of the gods was actually... the sleeping Lord Daochen!
Your mission is to kill Daokong, and I will help you unlock the seal after his death." Xu Hui's face was already pale. After hearing the voice in the soul, she staggered and her face became even paler.
To Su Ming.
Su Ming's eyes were now narrowed, and there was a flash of light inside them. Like Xu Hui, a voice that only he could hear was echoing in his mind.
This sound also turned into a barrier, preventing Xu Hui from hearing it.
"Kong'er, don't come back in a hurry. The voice of your Star Saint Robe was meant to be heard by Xu Hui, who followed you to the Abyss Wasteland.
This girl's sect already has a rebellious heart, it's ridiculous to think that our Daochen sect doesn't know about it.
You should be careful and decide whether to kill this girl or not. Minghui Jiu Lao has a treasure specifically for Fengmen. If this girl has your heart set on you, you can be safe. If she has half-hearted thoughts, just kill her directly.
With your scheming, I can rest assured about your choice, remember, Konger, don’t come back for a while.”
The sound gradually dispersed. Su Ming looked at Xu Hui and met Xu Hui's gaze.
"My sect asked me to... kill you." Xu Hui was silent for a moment and then spoke softly.
"They chose to break with the Daochen Sect. In this Daochen Incident, not only the Immortal Clan, but also the Fengmen, and presumably... other forces were involved." Xu Hui rubbed her eyebrows, with a confused look on her face.
Pale and somewhat haggard.
"You are still injured, please rest." Su Ming said calmly, sat on the rock, and did not continue the topic.
Xu Hui was silent for a moment and looked at Su Ming.
"Are you going back?"
"It's not time to go back yet." Su Ming shook his head.
"...When will you leave?" Xu Hui closed her eyes, and when she opened them after a while, her expression showed determination.
"Based on your injury, you can recover more than half of it in another half month. At that time, I will leave." Su Ming looked at the sky in the distance and replied softly.
"I'm with you!" Xu Hui said calmly.
Su Ming was silent. After a moment, he turned around and looked at Xu Hui. After a long time, he nodded.
With a smile on Xu Hui's face, she turned around and returned to the house.
…
As if he had forgotten the war that was currently taking place in the Daochen Realm, Su Ming lived peacefully on the mountain peak of the ninth part, watching the sunrise and sunset, always surrounded by fine wine, and always accompanied by Xu Hui from time to time.
Such a life flows by like water, and life floats like a dream, from morning to dusk, from curtain drum to morning bell.
The two of them stopped talking about Daochen, and no one seemed to want to mention it. Half a month passed slowly.
Although no flowers bloomed or withered, the moon waxed and waned, and half a month passed in a blink of an eye. It can’t be said that many prosperous and beautiful things have faded away, and it can’t be said that the bright stars have all been eclipsed, but... this half month
, Su Ming forgot his worries and confusion, as if he had returned to the mortal world.
Xu Hui's smile has increased a lot in the past half month. It can be seen that, like Su Ming, her happiness in this half month can be compared with that in the previous half of her life.
It's just that youth doesn't last forever, happy time is always short, and beautiful music is destined to end at a certain time from the moment we talk about it.
On this day, the sky in Part 9 began to rain heavily. This was the first time Su Ming saw rain here. He did not want to use his evil eye to see how the rain appeared, for fear of seeing it too clearly and losing his ability.
It means rain.
When the rain falls, dust and mist are raised on the earth. If you look closely at the rolling motion, it looks like waves, giving you a feeling of clouds and mountains surrounded by mist. After watching it, if you are interested, you can look at it quietly and do not want to take it back.
look.
It seems that inadvertently while watching the rain, the wind and frost swords of the world have turned into the long-lasting harp, sorrow and resentment of the book. The wind in the distance seems to be blowing a xun song, breaking through the rain and mist everywhere.
Su Ming watched and watched.
"Xu Hui." He turned his head and looked at the woman who was packing her luggage in the house. She had long hair shawl and a gentle charm on her body, blooming as beautiful as a flower.
She pretended too much and looked at Su Ming.
"Sit here and I will draw a picture for you." Su Ming said calmly.
Xu Hui smiled slightly and put down her luggage without putting it in her storage bag. She came to Su Ming's side, found a rock and sat there.
Behind her is the sky full of rain and the hazy earth. Between her hair, there is the whimpering wind passing by, and there are the visible but invisible wisps of flying black hair.
"You can paint?" Xu Hui blinked.
"I have painted before." When Su Ming spoke, he patted the storage bag, and a drawing board immediately appeared in his hand. This drawing board was not something belonging to the barbarians back then, but something Su Ming saw accidentally when he was on Black Ink Star.
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"Oh? How's the painting?" Xu Hui smiled, looked down at her clothes, and straightened some wrinkles.
"I can't draw people with few moles, but if they have many moles, it will always be easier to draw. Don't change your expression, it will affect my painting." Su Ming saw Xu Hui's stiff expression, frowned and spoke.
"Su Ming, you've gone too far!" Xu Hui stood up suddenly with an angry look on her face.
"I have more moles somewhere. If you don't explain it to me today, I, Xu Hui, will never be done with you!"
"You really want me to tell you?" Su Ming's face was expressionless.
"You...you..." Xu Hui took a deep breath, suddenly turned towards the ninth tribe down the mountain, and heard a voice.
"Ninth Mo Sha, your senior brother wants to drink wine. Please bring twenty jars of wine from your tribe."
The Ninth Mosha at the foot of the mountain was meditating. After hearing these words, his expression did not change at all as usual. He had always heard such words in the past half month, and he also knew that when these words came out, his senior brother would definitely be
He would shrink back and there would be no need to carry the wine up at all.
"You don't have a mole on your body..." Su Ming smiled bitterly.
Xu Hui glared at Su Ming, then sat down again, smoothed her clothes, and looked at Su Ming with a smile.
"There are no eight moles." Su Ming picked up the drawing board and spoke again.
Seeing that Xu Hui's expression changed again, Su Ming raised his right hand and tapped his fingers on the accumulated rain beside the rock, and drew on the drawing board as if ink was sticking to it.
The clarity of a piece of paper is like the calmness of the heart.
A splash of ink seems to carry the remaining beauty in the eyes. With Su Ming's hand, it gradually renders colors that are like being separated from the world. It's just that the paper can never go back to the original. But it can't go back to the original, but it has more.
Unprecedented beauty.
There are gains and losses, that's how life is.
As the saying goes, if life is just like the first sight, but sometimes, the beauty of the first sight is not as good as the peace after years of precipitation. For example, this paper is blank when there is no painting, and the color after the painting, which one is more beautiful?
Only the painter himself knows.
Only those who have experienced it can understand...
Su Ming was painting, and rain appeared in the painting, as did the earth, the sky, and the figure of a woman. The beautiful Wushan Mountains of the past were still vaguely there, but in the changing winds and clouds, they were like dust falling on the river.
There are no traces, no ripples, no scribbling on the paper.
The wind outside the mountain fills the sleeves, and the sweetheart is there before the rain. No brows are on the brows, no thoughts are on the heart. This is a change of heart——
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