Chapter 1591 Looking Forward to Returning Home

"Late stage of Tongxuan?"

Liang Yan sneered in his heart.

For the monks in Nanchui, Tongxuan Realm is a very mysterious realm.

The monks in the Qi Refining Stage and the Foundation Establishment Stage have no way of imagining it. Only when they reach the Juyuan Realm and the Golden Core Realm, they will gradually know that there are several monks above the Golden Core Realm in Nanchui.

For them, these ancestors of the Tongxuan Realm are existences that reach the sky, and they cannot imagine any other realms above the Tongxuan Realm.

In fact, Liang Yan back then was the same as Lu Zizhen. His eyes were limited to the golden elixir realm. He felt that as long as he achieved the golden elixir, he could go anywhere, no matter how big the world was.

But now it's different.

After two hundred years of vicissitudes in the Antarctic Fairy Continent, the whole world in his eyes back then, looking back now, is just a remote island.

"Pavilion Master Lu, don't worry about me."

Liang Yan suddenly smiled and said lightly: "In the past few days, you have ordered that all the disciples of Yixing Pavilion be taken back and not have too much entanglement with Piaomiao Valley and Huangjue Palace. You don't need to worry about the rest."

Lu Zizhen was slightly startled.

He looked at Liang Yan. The man in front of him was clearly smiling, but he felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart.

I shivered for no reason.

"Nancui, I'm afraid there's going to be a bloody storm."

This was an idea that suddenly popped up in Lu Zizhen's mind.

Regarding Liang Yan's matter, he suddenly didn't want to ask any more questions, and he didn't dare to get involved anymore. In the end, he just nodded and said: "Senior Liang, don't worry, I will definitely restrain the disciples of Yixing Pavilion in the past few days and tell them not to go out, let alone Get involved with people from Piaomiao Valley and Huangjue Palace."

"good."

Liang Yan nodded with great satisfaction and said: "Please help me deliver the same news to Yungang Sect and Qingyu Sword Sect."

"clear!"

"That's right." Liang Yan seemed to have remembered something and asked, "Where are Tang Diexian and Rude Mu Sheng buried?"

"Both of them have memorial tablets in the ancestral hall. Kuchiki Sheng's body is buried behind the ancestral hall. As for Pavilion Master Tang, she left a will before her death and buried her body under an ancient tree in Cangmu Peak."

"Cangmu Peak"

Liang Yan murmured.

The place where Tang Diexian had a bet with him was at the top of Cangmu Peak, under a green ancient tree.

At this moment, Liang Yan's mood was ups and downs, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

After a long silence, only his voice was heard saying leisurely: "Liang will mourn his old friend in the mountains and will leave on his own in a few days. Pavilion Master Lu has just taken over. There are still many things in Yixing Pavilion waiting for you to deal with. Don't worry about me. Go and do your own business.”

After hearing this, Lu Zizhen knew that he wanted to visit his old friend's tomb alone and did not want to be disturbed by outsiders, so he nodded and said: "Senior Liang, don't worry, you can travel unimpeded in Yixing Pavilion these days, and no one will disturb senior. "

"good."

Liang Yan nodded slightly, but he didn't see any movement. He just flashed and disappeared in front of Lu Zizhen the next moment.

Lu Zizhen also has the cultivation level of the middle stage of Jindan. Apart from those Tongxuan Zhenjun, he is also considered to be among the top masters in Nanchui. But he felt like a three-year-old child in front of Liang Yan, unable to understand how powerful he was.

Liang Yan disappeared in front of his eyes just now, and he couldn't find any trace of it.

"What kind of cultivation level does Senior Liang have now?"

Lu Zizhen was a little curious, but he didn't dare to ask directly. He could only secretly speculate: "Two hundred years later, Senior Liang was still in the early stage of Jindan when he left, but when he came back, he was already Zhenjun Tongxuan. This is simply incredible! But! Judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem to be afraid of Grand Master Wen at all. Could it be that he has reached the middle stage of Tongxuan and has a strong trump card to challenge Grand Master Wen?"

This is the only explanation Lu Zizhen can think of.

Wen Taishi was in the early stage of Tongxuan. Two hundred years later, he annexed the Qianyuan Holy Palace. Using the resources of Taoist Hongyu and some of his own opportunities, he broke through the bottleneck one after another, and finally reached the late stage of Tongxuan.

This is already a miracle in Nanchui!

Liang Yan was only in the early stage of Jindan at that time. Two hundred years later, Lu Zizhen still didn't believe that he could reach the late stage of Tongxuan.

However, he knew that people like Liang Yan were not arrogant and underestimated the enemy.

If he can say something that is not afraid of Master Wen, he must have some special means or treasure. As long as he is in Nanchui, Master Wen should not dare to act rashly. This may give Yixing Pavilion some breathing space for hundreds of years. opportunity.

"The top priority is to make good friends with Senior Liang and let him stay in Nanchui as much as possible. This is the only way out for our Yixing Pavilion."

Lu Zizhen thought of this and waved to Lu Tao, Wu Zimo, Wei Sheng and other Taoist masters to come to her side and discuss in a low voice.

The top of Cangmu Peak.

Under a tall ancient tree, Liang Yan stood with his hands behind his back.

In front of him, there was a small grave.

This tomb is extremely simple. There are no magnificent decorations or luxurious burials. There is only a three-foot-high mound of loess with a wooden sign inserted behind the mound.

The name left on the wooden sign was not "Tang Diexian, the Master of Yixing Pavilion", but the three beautiful characters "Wang Guiren".

"Want to return home"

Liang Yan sighed softly.

Tang Diexian was seriously injured and dying, and fled back to Yixing Pavilion. With her wisdom, she must have guessed the fact that she was betrayed by her ancestor.

But in the end she chose to face her fate calmly.

How did she feel before she died?

Not willing? Frustrated? lonely? Or do you have a little regret?

Liang Yan couldn't guess.

Tang Diexian had changed so much that many years later, Liang Yan could no longer guess her thoughts.

But she chose to sit here and leave the three words "Looking back home" on the tombstone. She should have a trace of nostalgia for herself and the person who accompanied her.

Liang Yan stood on the top of Cangmu Peak and looked towards the horizon in the distance.

The direction the tombstone faces is exactly the direction of the Sea of ​​Fallen Souls.

Maybe Tang Diexian finally felt tired after working for the sect all her life. At the last moment of her life, she chose to stop here, facing the sea of ​​fallen souls, waiting for the return of the person in her memory.

"Sister, you are too tired in your life."

Liang Yan stared at the tombstone and murmured to himself.

After returning here, his mood could not be calm for a long time.

Does he have love for Tang Diexian?

There must be some.

When you first enter the world of cultivation, face the intrigues of enemies and the cold hearts of people, the initial warmth and the feelings without any benefit will be cherished and will never be forgotten.

Does he have hatred for Tang Diexian?

There must be some.

Back then, the three True Lords of Tongxuan set up an ambush at the entrance of Yixing Pavilion, taking advantage of his feelings for Tang Diexian, knowing that he would definitely come to Yixing Pavilion to visit this girl before leaving Nanchui. Tang Diexian had known about the whole thing for a long time, but instead of telling Liang Yan, she wanted to use this opportunity to drag Liang Yan into Yixing Pavilion.

After that battle, Liang Yan was seriously injured and dying, and his feelings for Tang Diexian had been completely extinguished.

However, two hundred years have passed, and with the death of Tang Diexian, the right and wrong, the grudges and grudges of the past are no longer so important.

Now, all that is left to Liang Yan is a trace of sadness.

"Buddhism pays attention to fate. There are millions of people in the world. Maybe you and I are like candlelight and sunlight. They should not have met in the first place. It was only because people were drunk and greedy that they left the candlelight until dawn."

The past disappears with the wind.

Liang Yan sighed softly, sat down in front of the tomb, took out a pot of spiritual wine from the storage ring, sprinkled half of it in front of the tomb, and kept the other half for himself.

Click!

There was a slight sound, and the open space in front of the tomb suddenly opened, and then a small stone table rose up.

There are nineteen vertical and horizontal figures on the stone table, which are square and square, just like a chessboard.

On the chessboard, the black stones are like ink and the white stones are like jade. The chess game is already halfway through.

Liang Yan looked at the chessboard and was slightly startled for a moment, then showed a complicated expression.

The endgame on this chessboard was exactly the last game that he and Tang Diexian played.

At that time, Liang Yan was only at the second level of Qi Refining. He and Tang Diexian made a chess match at Cangmu Peak and played for two months in a row.

After repeated failures, Liang Yan's chess skills gradually increased, and by this last game, he was able to steadily suppress his opponent.

Both of them were young boys and girls who had just started practicing Taoism. They were young and energetic, and neither of them was convinced by the other. Tang Diexian couldn't accept the fact that he was surpassed by others, and because he was worried at the time, he overturned the chessboard in a distraught manner, and the game between the two came to an end.

After that, Tang Diexian was forced by the ancestor of the sect to go back to practice in seclusion, and the two of them never played chess again.

This game of chess was the last game for the two of them. Unexpectedly, after more than two hundred years, it would be placed in front of Liang Yan again.

The two sons, Black and White, are still in the same position as before.

Liang Yan smiled.

Smiling a little sadly.

In a daze, I seemed to see the senior sister from back then, and that warm smile.

"Not a penny is missing, you remember it clearly."

Liang Yan seemed to be talking to himself, looking at the chessboard, and said leisurely: "Senior sister, do you know? In fact, this game of chess is not dead for you. As long as you take a step back, there will be a brighter future."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his finger, and a stone was chipped by him until it was as white as jade. It bounced up from the ground and landed right on the chessboard.

This piece fell and actually killed most of White's own pieces.

But if you take a closer look, you will find that although white has been killed a lot, the chess path has endless possibilities. After this retreat to advance, white's chess situation suddenly became clear, and the original dead game was actually revived. !

"You see, White may not lose. It's a pity that you are too obsessed and care too much about winning or losing. In the end, you lose everything."

Liang Yan sighed softly, raised his head and drank the wine bottle in his hand.

"Well, it's an old story, so there's no need to say more. Now that I'm back, I'll stay with you here for the last three days. After three days, I will leave Yixing Pavilion, and I probably won't come back in the future."

Cangmu Peak, under the ancient tree, a man is sitting on the ground.

The autumn wind blows slowly, and the past disappears like smoke with the wind