Daoyi School Palace, an exquisite palace.
Yu Chenran made a pot of tea, and the strong tea fragrance drifted to all corners of the hall.
"Please use it slowly."
He poured a cup and put it on the table in front of Lin Changsheng.
"Thank you." Lin Changsheng nodded and thanked him.
"It's both a blessing and a sad thing that Taoist friends have inherited the inheritance."
Yu Chenran did not calculate that in addition to Chen Qingyuan, there are other people who can get to this point. It's really unexpected.
"This is fate, which cannot be shirked."
Lin Changsheng took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, and whispered.
Since Lin Changsheng integrates the inherited memory of Qingzong, he is no longer the saint of an ordinary sect in the Fumingyuanyu, but a descendant of Qingzong. The Daoyi School Palace must not be neglected.
"The Taoist friend is on this trip to take a look at Chen Qingyuan?"
Yu Chenran did not put on any airs, and had friends with Lin Changsheng's peers, which was polite.
"Yes."
Lin Changsheng nodded.
"The child is closed, and it's time to the critical moment."
After a calculation, Yu Chenran found that Chen Qingyuan had not broken through the barrier.
"That's it!" A gloomy look flashed in Lin Changsheng's eyes.
"Whan I pass on to him and let him put down his practice for the time being."
Yu Chenran could see that Lin Changsheng had decided to go to Dizhou. This time, he appeared in the Daoyi School Palace, afraid he had made a final farewell.
"No, he has his way to go. There is no need to forcibly call him out of the customs."
Lin Changsheng shook his head and had no chance to see it. That's all.
"But..." Yu Chenran wanted to speak and stopped.
"It doesn't matter. Maybe there is still a chance to see you again with your younger brother."
Lin Changsheng smiled, as if to comfort himself. I really want to meet Chen Qingyuan. There are some things that he can't explain, and it's difficult to say something different.
As long as you know that Chen Qingyuan has been wronged by the Academy again, let's do anything else!
Yu Chenran opened his mouth and said a lot of words. However, when those words came to the mouth, they couldn't say anything.
In the end, Yu Chenran sighed in the depths of his heart and was silent.
There will always be some people who stand on the edge of the cliff and dance, not for the world to understand and be grateful, but to have a clear conscience.
As for the views of the laymen in the world, it doesn't matter at all.
"My little brother, please be a Taoist friend."
A hundred years ago, Lin Changsheng was only a monk who survived the disaster period. From the perspective of strength, he was not qualified to be commensurate with Yu Chenran, who was the vice president.
Now, the specific strength of Lin Changsheng is unknown, but the weakest is the cultivation of the later period of Mahayana, or even the peak. Coupled with the top Taoist skills of Qingzong, its combat effectiveness is extremely high and extraordinary.
"Don't worry, Taoist friends."
Yu Chenran got up and bowed to Lin Changsheng.
Whow--
The next moment, Lin Changsheng's figure disappeared.
Can a will and a belief really be passed on for hundreds of thousands of years?
Yu Chenran used to believe that the time was boundless and could wear out anything in the world. It was not until he grew up and touched the history of Qingzong that he really understood the power of inheriting will.
As time goes by, if our Qingzong still has a trace of blood, those who can be qualified to lift the inheritance ban will definitely go all out.
However, many things have exceptions.
For 300,000 years, have all the inheritors of Qingzong gone to the Moyuan?
There are always descendants who can't understand the will of their ancestors and sages. Even if they integrate and inherit memories, they are unwilling to fight to death.
Lin Changsheng went back to Xuanqing Sect and stared at his relatives in the sect.
With his current strength, he can see the physical condition of Dong Wenjun, the elder of the Guardian Sect, at a glance.
An invisible law entered Dong Wenjun's body and did not cause Dong Wenjun's awareness.
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For Yu Dong Wenjun, the next day was very precious. He no longer closed down to consume his life, but watched the disciples in the sect grow up slowly and looked full of relief.
"It's time to go."
Lin Changsheng secretly to protect Dong Wenjun at the critical moment and increase his chances of success.
After finishing these things, Lin Changsheng must leave.
If possible, Lin Changsheng also wants to leave some cards to the sect, or teach some top magic powers to everyone. However, he can't do this.
Once the traces of the cause and effect of Xuanqing Sect are exposed, there will be a disaster. Not only do the demon monks want to destroy the Xuanqing Sect, but also some terrorist forces in Dizhou.
In a word, let Xuanqingzong hide it for as much time as possible!
I went to Moyuan in Dizhou, and I don't know the time of return.
Dressed in white, control the breeze, do not forget the last wishes of the ancestors, and do not regret this trip.
As for life and death, I laughed it offe.
The wind is blowing.
It has been blowing from the Fumeor region of the northern wilderness to the imperial state far away from the countless star seas.
In a remote corner, there is a sound of opening the door.
"Bang Dang"
Li Muyang, the Changgeng sword fairy, pushed the door out and looked up at the distance. He refused to withdraw his eyes for a long time: "I hope I can see you again with my Taoist friends in this life. I will treat you with wine, talk about the world, and smile at the world."
Daoyi School Palace, White Wild Goose Palace.
Yu Chenran was dressed in a dark cloth, with a guqin in front of him.
"Ding..."
The old hands gently put on the strings, and the fingertips moved, and the sound rose.
A sad sound echoes between heaven and earth.
Unconsciously, the sky was dark, the light rain was drizzling, the wind blew the leaves and the rain played the piano, but the dusty clothes were not stained.
Hearing this, Lin Wenchou came in the wind and stepped on the water with his feet.
Just taking a look at Yu Chenran, Lin Wenchou knew the cause and effect.
Without saying a word, take out the wine jug around the waist and open the wine stopper.
"Grung"
Lin Wenshou drank a few sips, looked at the sky and sighed, and said, "After 300,000 years, Qingzong has exhausted his heroism. In the name of long lives, he is an extraordinary and vulgar person. I really want to see it with my own eyes!"
I wish you all the best.
Yu Chenran slowly opened his eyes, and the weather was sunny and warm.
"Do you have any wine?"
Glancing at Lin Wenchou standing in the middle of the lake, Yu Chenran asked.
"Yes." Lin Wenchou took out a pot of fine wine and passed things through the air.
I have known Yu Chenran for many years, and Lin Wenchou rarely saw Yu Chenran drinking.
Just because he doesn't like the taste of the wine, it's not like the smell of tea.
However, sometimes drinking is better than drinking tea.
"I hope he... It's going well.
Yu Chenran raised his glass to the sky and muttered to himself.
Chen Qingyuan, who was in retreat, had a feeling of uneasiness in his heart, and his eyebrows frowned slightly.
What's wrong?
Chen Qingyuan sat in the void of the secret room, was slightly distracted, and quickly recovered.
At the critical moment of cultivation, you can't be careless.
After a few years, Chen Qingyuan's cultivation took a step forward, allowing all three sacred golden elixirs to transform and truly promoted to the early stage of Yuanying.
Today, his strength is much stronger than before.
If all the cards burst out, looking at the whole Yuanying period, I'm afraid no one will be able to fight with him.
After leaving the customs, Chen Qingyuan went straight to the Baiyan Palace and said to Yu Chenran: "Master."