Chapter 630 Ascension to Immortality (1/2)

Liangyi Sect.

Wearing black clothes, the graceful woman with an appearance as beautiful as the snow held an oil-paper umbrella and walked alone in the snow-covered Liangyi Sect.

The cold wind blew by, causing green hair to fly like a waterfall, vividly outlining the woman's figure.

Only a slender figure was left behind.

The bronze-colored building is covered with heavy snow and wrapped in silver. In winter, the disciples of the sect rarely go out, and most of them practice in seclusion within the sect.

The few disciples who happened to pass by did not recognize this young and mature woman as the sect leader.

Even within Liangyi Sect, there are very few people who have seen Concubine Shang Yan.

Even if I have seen her before, I can't remember her face, as if she never belonged to this world.

"I remember when I first arrived here, monsters were dancing wildly. Creatures from the Forbidden Land, demon cultivators from the demon world, and evil gods from the Southern Wilderness could be seen everywhere."

"I really didn't expect that after that, you established the Liangyi Sect here, broke the taboos, and planned to send away the first generation Demon Emperor. In the end, even the three pillar gods of the Southern Wilderness, who were so powerful at the time, died."

At this time, a cold voice sounded, and not far from Concubine Shang Yan, a woman in a light blue dress appeared quietly under the heavy snow.

Blue Sophora japonica.

Concubine Shang Yan looked up at the snowy sky with a faint smile: "The person who sent away the first-generation Demon Emperor was the Qing Emperor. She suppressed the first-generation Demon Emperor at the cost of her own body. You can probably imagine the prosperous scene when all the people of Dongzhou celebrated together. Never seen it.”

"The three pillar gods did not die in my hands, I just witnessed their death."

Lan Shihuai sighed again: "At this point, the monks associated with the Heavenly Dao have nothing but forbidden places. The Heavenly Dao is already unprecedentedly weak. Your goal should have been achieved."

The purpose of shielding Tianji is to deceive Heavenly Dao and pull out all the minions under Heavenly Dao one by one without it noticing.

There are still six of the nine taboo places that have surrendered to the way of heaven, and there is only one Manjushri Bodhisattva left in the Western Region who is in harmony with the way of heaven.

Looking at the entire Kyushu, it seems that the way of heaven today has lost people's hearts.

Seeing that Concubine Shang Yan did not say a word, Lan Shihuai said with complicated eyes: "Since you have deceived Jiuzhou Tianji for so long, why do you remind me of some forgotten things in the past at this time?"

"Why do you think I'm deliberately reminding you of those forgotten things?"

Concubine Shang Yan chuckled softly and looked at the falling snow with a faint look: "I deduce the secrets of heaven and observe all the situations in the world, but I also know that God's will cannot be violated. I just listen to God's will with this mortal body and temporarily take charge of Jiuzhou on its behalf. "

“But ultimately everything must be returned to Him.”

Lan Shihuai's eyes moved slightly, and she said softly: "Is Heaven's Dao really going to revive?"

Heavenly Dao has descended several times in the past, but each time it was not the manifestation of his true body, but just a wisp of his avatar.

But this time, it seems that because the hidden secret is fading, Tiandao noticed something, so he couldn't hold it back.

The Heavenly Dao with human nature will express the seven emotions and six desires that only humans have. Naturally, it is impossible for a 'mortal' to take charge of Kyushu on its behalf.

Lan Shihuai wanted to say something more, but at this time, Concubine Shang Yan looked up in the direction of the temple and whispered: "You and Mu Lian should go back first, I have to meet someone later. "

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Western Region, Nalanda Temple.

Mu Zhian stared at the direction of the Liangyi Sect.

At this moment, his eyes became more thoughtful.

Regarding the woman Shang Yanfei, there is always a layer of mystery surrounding her.

From the time in Tianxuan City, when Mu Zhian was secretly arranged as a 'supporting role' to cover up Tiandao's attention, to the subsequent encounter with Qing Emperor and a series of other events, it seemed that there was a pair of hands guiding behind everything. Looking at him.

If Sister Mengrou's feeling is correct, it means that her bad luck was not actually wiped out by the great luck of the chosen one, but that her bad luck was just transferred to another person.

"I should have thought a long time ago that the backlash of the sect master's luck may not only be due to blocking the secrets of heaven or deducing the secrets of heaven, but maybe every time I give great luck to Sister Mengrou, the bad luck is transferred to the sect master."

There is a close relationship between the sect leader and Wei Mengrou.

The link between the two is the original witch.

"Can you send me back to the sect?"

Mu Zhian quickly gathered his thoughts and looked up at Yao Mengdao.

"That's exactly what I meant."

Yao Meng showed a smile, raised his hand and tore a crack in space out of thin air.

"Let's go, I also want to know to whom Wei Mengrou's bad luck was transferred to in the end."

She turned to look at the maid in yellow dress not far away, and said with a smile: "Miss Wei should also want to go with us, right?"

Only then did Mu Zhian realize that Wei Mengrou had appeared beside them at some point.

Today, having merged with the three original witch spiritual consciousnesses, she does not look as strong as she did at the beginning, but rather restrained, exuding an inexplicable sense of mystery.

Wei Mengrou nodded lightly: "I'll go back with you."

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Liangyi Sect.

There was a heavy snowfall in the north of Dongzhou yesterday. When Mu Zhi'an stepped into the sect, he saw the sect covered with snow and the ground paved with bluestone slabs.

However, when Mu Zhian and others came to Liangyi Peak, they were told that the sect master had left Liangyi Peak not long ago.

"Could it be that he knew we were coming, so he was avoiding us...?" Mu Zhian muttered inwardly.

No matter what, since the master is not here, we can only go back to Tianhe Garden for the time being and wait for the master to come back.

"Do you also think that my bad luck has been transferred to the master?"

When stepping into the gate of Tianhe Garden, Wei Mengrou suddenly walked to Mu Zhian and asked softly.

"It's not a feeling, but it's basically certain."

Mu Zhian turned his head to look at the cold and beautiful maid in front of him, and said softly: "The master was able to suppress the forbidden land with the help of the original witch's consciousness, which means that there must be some connection between her and the original witch."

The master transferred Wei Mengrou's bad luck to himself, and also completely handed over the original witch's consciousness to Wei Mengrou... Isn't this paving the way for him and Wei Mengrou?

The master paved the way for him, it can be said that they may have known each other before.

But why would she help Wei Mengrou, even at the cost of sacrificing herself?

Mu Zhian had some vague guesses, but he was not sure yet.

He needed to see Shang Yanfei first.

Soon after returning to Tianhe Garden, Mu Zhian looked at the vast expanse of white in front of the study, and then his mind moved slightly, as if he had thought of something, and took out several letters from his ring.

These were the letters he left behind when he was working in two threads before, some of which were written to his senior sister, and some were written to Shang Yanfei.

He looked at the last letter written to Shang Yanfei, and suddenly his mind moved slightly, and he put all the letters back into the ring, and then he left Tianhe Garden with an umbrella.

Unknowingly, Mu Zhian came to the Pilgrimage Hall.

It was winter, and the entire Pilgrimage Hall was covered with heavy snow, and even the peach blossoms that bloomed all year round were dyed white by the heavy snow.

He walked along a path in the Pilgrimage Hall and came to a peach forest.

In the depths of the peach forest, a woman in black clothes could be seen. She was holding a black oil-paper umbrella, her skin was whiter than snow, and her back was extremely graceful.

She doesn't look like a young girl, but she's not a beautiful woman either. She's a mature woman in between. Time has left no trace on her. Instead, she has a mysterious temperament. Compared with a pure and innocent girl, she has a more mature charm.

Shang Yanfei looked up at the peach forest covered with snow, and her voice was cold, crisp and pleasant: "It seems that you and I are really in tune with each other. We actually thought of coming to the same place to relax."

"After returning to Tianhe Garden, I suddenly remembered that when I first entered the sect, I seemed to have an agreement with the sect master to appreciate flowers together, so I suddenly wanted to come and see."

Mu Zhian walked to her side and said.

Shang Yanfei was stunned for a moment, then she couldn't help but glance at the boy and chuckled: "You still remember it."

"I thought you raised so many fish at the beginning, just perfunctorily."

Even if he was thick-skinned, Mu Zhian couldn't hold it when he was suddenly exposed that he wanted to raise the great white shark of the sect master.

He coughed lightly and said, "I was too young and ignorant at the beginning, but I am sincere to Yutang... I am sincere to every girl."

He paused and stared at the master's stunning face. Today, she was like a plum blossom blooming in the snow, revealing awe-inspiring beauty.

"I am sincere to you too." Mu Zhian said.

Shang Yanfei smiled, then rested her head on his shoulder and whispered, "Don't move, accompany me to watch the snow scene for a while."

After saying that, she closed her eyes slightly, and her long and curled eyelashes trembled gently in the cold wind.

Fortunately, I am a Taoist monk who can keep warm, otherwise I would freeze to death if I were to appreciate the scenery in such cold weather...

But then again, the master is not quite right today, why does he feel a little bit of a spoiled child...Mu Zhian secretly complained in his heart.

He was used to the master who always had everything in his hands, but at this moment, the woman's spoiled childishness... really made Mu Zhian a little overwhelmed.

He tilted his head slightly to look at the woman beside him, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have never really looked at this woman.

In the past, every time he met the Sect Master, he basically had something important to discuss, and no matter how he looked at her, he would eventually forget her appearance, so gradually Mu Zhian subconsciously ignored her appearance.

But now looking at this face carefully, he felt inexplicably familiar.

It seemed that he had seen it somewhere...

Mu Zhian looked at this beautiful face, listened to the sound of wind and snow outside the umbrella, and was a little absent-minded for a while.

After a long, long time, in his mind, the sleeping "immortal" he had seen in the depths of the heaven seemed to gradually overlap with Shang Yanfei.

Mu Zhian suddenly woke up.

What's going on...?

Am I seeing the "all living things", or the true appearance of the Sect Master?

Mu Zhian was a little confused for a while.

Everyone who sees Shang Yanfei will see the one they like best in their hearts.

Mu Zhian didn't know whether the "immortal" he saw was the Sect Master himself, or whether it was also one of the "all living things".

At this time, Concubine Shang Yan hooked her hands around his neck and said softly: "The weather is bad, my shoes and socks are soaked, let's go to another place to continue enjoying the snow."

...

In the center of the pilgrimage hall, there is an aerial attic suspended in the air.

The attic has only one floor, and looking out from the attic, you can overlook the appearance of half of the sect.

In a side hall of the attic, Concubine Shang Yan sat on a soft mat, leaning her soft body in Mu Zhian's arms, her black gorgeous clothes wrapped around her body in a slightly messy manner, vaguely revealing her snow-white and attractive shoulders.

The black skirt is layered and complicated, the white socks are wetted by the snow and wrapped around the feet, and the long hair is naturally hanging down like a waterfall.

After Mu Zhian took off the white socks on Concubine Shang Yan's feet that were wet with snow, he held the wine glass in one hand and held her shoulder with the other.

There was a faint blush on her face, whether it was because she was drunk or because she was nestled in her lover's arms.

Mu Zhijing quietly looked at the gloomy sky and the heavy snow falling from the sky with the cold wind.

After a moment, he suddenly asked: "Has the sect master ever heard of the luck test I conducted when I was in Tianxuan City?"

Concubine Shang Yan took the wine glass from his hand, took a sip, and said quietly: "Mu Lian said that your luck is very special. I heard it is pink."

Mu Zhian nodded lightly: "Everyone's luck will have different reactions on the test stone tablet. I heard that if you want to step into the Hedao realm, luck is an indispensable part. Every great person in the Hedao realm will have different reactions." They may all be people of great luck.”

"Do you want to give it a try too, Zong?"

Concubine Shang Yan looked as usual, just playing with the wine glass in her hand: "Have your maids told you?"

Mu Zhian did not answer, but summoned his own heavenly energy from his body.

Soft white light enveloped the entire side hall, and then, the aura of heaven floated around Concubine Shang Yan like a loyal dog close to its master.

"This heavenly energy is kept by Jiyuan's master in Ling'er. It will only get close to the master who has refined it."

"But as close as it is to you, it is also extremely close to my maid."

Mu Zhian looked at the sect master's cold pale golden eyes and the faint smile on her face, and continued: "Logically speaking, the only people who have refined these three heavenly energies should be me and Master Jiyuan." Yes, but it happens to be so intimate to you and Sister Mengrou at the same time.”

"It was a little weird to me at first, but now I understand."

"Because my maid is the original witch, but you are also the original witch."

Concubine Shang Yan raised a soft arc on her lips: "The original witch only had three spiritual consciousnesses, but now they are all in the body of your maid."

Mu Zhian stared into the woman's eyes: "There is indeed only one original witch."

"Just like there is only one original mother goddess."

"I have already seen her in the room deep in the heaven." Mu Zhian said again.

For a moment, Mu Zhian saw a change in Concubine Shang Yan's eyes for the first time. Her eyes slowly opened wide, seeming a little surprised.

But soon, the surprise turned into joy and relief.

In the end, her eyes gradually softened, and she stretched out her hand to gently caress Mu Zhian's face.

"You guessed it right, I am an immortal."

She said in a gentle and soft voice that seemed to be all-encompassing: "A fairy who comes from the distant future and crosses the long river of history and goes upstream."

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[I feel dizzy writing this, try to be as early as possible tomorrow, good night, good night]

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