Shaolin Temple. Songshan Mountain at the end of February, although it is still cold and precipitous, has already seen the grass in the distance, revealing a pulse of spring. Drums at dusk and bells at morning, chimes as clear as jade, enjoy the blessings beyond heaven in the forest.This is a fairyland, free from dust, and the martial arts conference held here a few months ago failed to leave a speck of dust on the majestic gate of Shaolin Temple. Suffering, origin, cessation, and the Way, the Noble Truth is originally like dust, and it is not polluted by dust. The wind is light at the fifth watch, and there is silence on Songshan Mountain. Only the bright lamps on the Buddhist altars in the depths of the temple reveal a ray of brilliance, tearing the clarity of the night.

Night, too quiet. The three of them sat hand in hand in front of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, the tall mountain gate reflected their insignificance.They were dressed in rags and had gray beards. They were actually three desolate old people. There was a smile on their faces, and the shimmering light from the altar pierced through the forest and mountains, reflecting the smile so clearly. The mountains were speechless, waiting for a ray of brilliance to come. It is said that when the Buddha was about to die, he also had such a smile on his face. This smile will break the suffering of all beings.

The three of them remained motionless, this smile was like dust, scattered into the green mountains and bright moon with the sky light. The moon sets and the sun is born, and a ray of clear light shines from the eastern sky, like a smile that breaks the face of the world, covering the continuous mountains.Zen singing also sounded at this moment, awakening the loneliness of the long night. The three of them remained motionless, letting the smiles of heaven and earth fall all over their bodies like the rain of fragrant flowers. Finally, the mountain gate opened heavily with a creak.A little childish novice stuck his head out.His sleepy eyes fell on the three of them, and his expression immediately changed.

Shock, joy, admiration, and fear all appeared on his face.He didn't care to open the door again, and hurried to the temple. He knew all three.A few months ago at the martial arts conference, he went with his master and met these three people from afar.It was this aspect that he would never forget. The elegance of the world is like green pines and ancient cypresses... He ran very fast, and the sound of rapid footsteps broke the smile of the world. At this moment, the pines swayed, and the morning fog became so pale. Leisurely, the bells and drums of Shaolin Temple rang together, and the golden and red cassocks kept turning in the temple. All the deacons and monks gathered in front of the Daxiong Hall. .

This is the highest welcome ceremony in Shaolin Temple, called "Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong". Since the establishment of Shaolin Temple, it has only appeared seven times. Even the contemporary martial arts leader Yang Yizhi has never received such a high courtesy. Who is more respected than the status of the martial arts leader? The eighteen golden Arhats of Shaolin Temple opened the gate of the temple to the wide open in person. Tan Zong walked up to the three of them cautiously, held the disciple's gift, and said: "Disciples of the Shaolin Temple, I bow to the three bosses of Fufei, Fuyi and Fuwei. drive."

All the deacons and monks bowed and performed the Buddhist ceremony, and shouted loudly: "Disciples of Shaolin Temple He Temple, bow to the three elders of Fu Fei, Fu Sui, and Fu Wei!" Shaolin monks all bowed to their knees in accordance with the highest etiquette standards, waiting for the recipients to reply. The etiquette of this "Ten Thousand Buddhas Court" is extremely solemn, it regards the other party as the suzerain, the Buddha king, and the recipient of the ceremony does not move, these monks absolutely dare not move.But when those three people received this great gift, they were silent and sat upright, as if they didn't pay attention to the monk Hesi at all.

The hearts of the Shaolin monks who were still exercising the supreme ceremony sank, thinking of the prestige of these three people across the rivers and lakes, they were extremely panicked for a moment. The three elders of Fu Fei are three siblings who started practicing martial arts at the age of three, and achieved top-ranking masters at the age of ten. It's rare for them to be chivalrous and righteous, and their martial arts are surprisingly high, so the masters of the rivers and lakes gave them the title of "Sage Emperor of Wuzhong".Because of this name, all the heroes and eccentrics of the underworld and the white way all came to compete with them, but none of them could beat a single move.They are extremely talented, no matter what kind of martial arts, as long as they perform it once in front of them, they will know it at first sight, and they will be good at it in a while.The more people competed, the more complex moves they learned. Later, almost all the martial arts in the world were mastered by him, and they became more integrated and created an astonishing martial arts.Finally, it caused an uproar in the arena, and everyone was willing to get it. The series of battles was shocking.

Later, Kang Cangzi, the head of Wudang, loves talents, and lures him with Wudang secrets, and recruits him to Wudang's sect, so that he no longer makes trouble in the arena.But it only took the three of them four years to master all eighty-one kinds of secrets inside and outside the Wudang School, and they also practiced the magical skill of "Three Flowers Gathering at the Top", which no one else can practice except Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of the Wudang School. . It is said that after this magical skill is completed, no poison will invade it, no blade will be cut, and it will not be damaged in a thousand kalpas. It is the strongest internal strength in the world.The three of them think that this skill is too powerful, no one can parry it, it's a bit boring, so they never use it.But their cultivation at this time has reached perfection, and they are omnipotent.

At the Songshan Martial Arts Conference, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, Yang Yizhi, the leader of the Huayin Pavilion, Zhuo Wangsun, and the King of Wuyue joined forces, but by coincidence, they narrowly defeated them. The elders in the Jianghu commented that if the three flowers gathered together to make a move, Zhuo Yang and others would have no chance of winning. They are the three elders who explain nonsense, doubt, and micro. What they represent is not just the three martial arts practitioners, or the Wudang sect, they represent the entire righteous way of martial arts. They have become the embodiment of justice and the mainstay of the white way.They are the only undefeated and perfect legends in the arena.

Tanzong's Zen heart sank, and he thought to himself: "Could it be that Shaolin Temple offended these three Wuzhong Sage Emperors somewhere, so that the three of them came to question the crime?" For a long time, the three of them still didn't say a word, and Tan Zong couldn't help but a trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and then it became more and more dripping down. The Songshan Mountain under the warm sunshine is covered with a layer of chill. The little novice monk who opened the door had only just practiced Zen and was impatient, so he couldn't help but secretly glanced at Fufei Sanlao.He suddenly cried out in shock: "Not good...they seem to be dead!"

Tan Zong's body shook violently, and the sandalwood rosary in his hand shattered silently and scattered all over the ground.But he didn't care about it, he raised his head suddenly, and saw the face of the three elders was lifelike, and the smile was still there, but the divine light in his eyes was like a dragon lurking, and there was no trace of it. He no longer cared about etiquette, he took a step forward, grasped Fu Fei's wrist, his hand stiffened the moment it touched the third elder, he stared at the third elder, slowly knelt down, and bowed down In front of three people. All the monks had solemn faces, and they slowly recited the mantra of rebirth, and the sound of Sanskrit singing spread all over the top of Songshan Mountain, never ending. A horse galloped out of the temple as if running for its life, and went straight to the southwest. Wudang Mountain, which is thousands of miles away, is just flying cranes at this time, and it is peaceful.But as this horse got involved, the big bell rang in the Zhenwu Hall in a panic. Then, all the Taoist priests gave up their views and went straight to Shaolin Temple, leaving no one behind.Ren Zu's foundation, the school's important place is vacant, all the people, go north together! Thousands of miles away, it only took three days. On the day when everyone arrived, the three elders were still smiling and sitting in front of the temple gate, and no one dared to touch the three elders except for a finger touched by Abbot Tanzong.Their respect for the three elders prevented them from blaspheming at all, and because everyone knew that the three elders of Wudang died in front of the Shaolin Temple. For these three days, Tanzong led the monks of the He Temple to sit in front of the mountain gate, chanting sutras without sleep.There is a great panic in everyone's heart. The three elders of Wudang are dead! The fairy-like Wudang Three Elders are dead! After that, who will be the leader of the righteous way? Who will be the unmoving pillar between heaven and earth?Who will stand up in front of Kuanglan and reassure the righteous heroes? And they still died in front of Shaolin Temple! As soon as more than a thousand Taoist priests in Wudang rushed to the top of Songshan Mountain, they all knelt down on the ground and chanted moral mantras in unison. Daoist Qing Ming, the head of Wudang, paused for the first time, feeling deeply offended.After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "How did the third elder die?" Tan Zong shook his head blankly and said: "I don't know..." There was a sound of brushing, and there was only one sound. More than a thousand Taoist priests and more than a thousand swords formed a vast wave of swords. Senran sword energy surged out, and Tan Zong couldn't help but suffocate! The eyes of more than a thousand people were all blood red, Qingming gritted his teeth and said, "Wudang came out in full force today, so I didn't intend to go down Songshan alive! Let me ask you again, how did the third elder die!" The cold light is piercing, it's not the light of the sword, but the anger of grief, the grief that ravages the sky and the earth, the anger that destroys everything! Tanzong's expression changed drastically!He had expected that the death of the three elders would hit Wudang deeply, but he didn't expect that Wudang would go to war to find out the truth! Wudang is ranked as the second largest school in the world, only under Shaolin, and its strength should not be underestimated.What's more, Tianluo Sect slaughtered the Central Plains, wiped out Shaolin and slaughtered Wudang, Wudang retained some vitality, and the strength of the sect has surpassed Shaolin. What's more, if the two factions go to war, the righteous way will be subverted. Cold sweat dripped down Tan Zong's forehead, his mind was spinning, but under the pressure of more than a thousand swords, he couldn't think of a single thought.What's more, he is also at a loss about this matter, but how does he think about it? Qing Ming gritted his teeth and said, "Today, we are going all out to destroy Wudang, but we also want to bloodbath Shaolin and pay homage to the three elders!" The thousand-handed long sword suddenly clashed, and the cold light suddenly appeared! Tan Zong said sharply: "Wait! Brother Dao, even if he kills me, he has to wait for someone to arrive!" Qingming said coldly: "Wudang and Shaolin have been friends for a hundred years, if you don't care, who are you waiting for?" Tan Zong said: "Yang Yizhi!" Yang Yizhi!As soon as these three words came out, it was like a voiceless mantra, Qing Ming couldn't help but his face changed, and the thousand-handed long sword couldn't help but choked. Yang Yizhi, the leader of the martial arts alliance. In the last martial arts conference, he was one of the only two who could contend against the three elders of Wudang; when the foreign monks slaughtered the Central Plains frantically, it was he who single-handedly saved the world's martial arts from peril with a flat boat on the waves. The fall of the three elders, perhaps the mainstay of the righteous way is the Sri Lankan. Qingming raised his hand, but finally failed to wave it down. His cheeks twitched, obviously struggling violently in his heart. After a long time, he said bitterly: "For President Yang's sake, I will allow you to live a little longer. Even the President Come here in person, if you can't tell how ugly Yinmao is, I will fight to the death!" After saying that, all the Wudang Taoists sat down on the ground, and the sound of chanting scriptures rose loudly, no longer caring about the Shaolin monks. Tanzong and the Shaolin monks looked at each other, knowing that it would be useless to say anything else.At this moment, all he could do was wait quietly for Yang Yizhi's arrival.Perhaps with his supreme martial arts and the prestige of the leader of the martial arts, he can shock the scene and return Shaolin Temple justice. At the same time, they couldn't help thinking to themselves: What kind of person and what kind of martial arts can kill Fu Fei Sanlao?And this person placed the bodies of the three people in front of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, obviously trying to blame Shaolin Temple.With such a person against Shaolin Temple, is Shaolin Temple going to suffer another catastrophe?When all the monks thought of this, they couldn't help feeling frightened and restless. At this moment, they can only wait for Yang Yizhi to arrive. The mountain road is quiet, but no one is there anymore. As the sky gradually sank, the Shaolin monks became more and more anxious, but the Wudang Taoists became more and more unable to restrain themselves. Seeing a bright moon rising from the eastern sky, Qingming couldn't restrain himself at first, and said sharply: "Shaolin monks, How long do you guys want to delay? You say Yang Yizhi, the leader of the martial arts alliance, but why can't you see the slightest sign of leader Yang?" Tan Zong was also very anxious, when Flying Rider reported to Wudang three days ago, he also sent someone to report to Yang Yizhi at the same time.For such a big event, the leader has absolutely no reason not to come, but why did he delay it? Could it be that the majestic leader of the martial arts guild escaped in fear of misfortune? With a loud shout from Qing Ming, Xue Leng's long sword swung into place again, and Man Man drove towards Shaolin.Tanzong's two long eyebrows drooped, and his face looked sad.A group of young monks who have been forced to do so for a few days have long been dissatisfied, and they all shouted: "Is Shaolin Temple afraid that you will fail to become Wudang? We didn't kill people, so just ask us what!" As they said that, they drew out their swords one after another, and they were about to fight.Tan Zong was very anxious, he knew that as long as one could not be suppressed, it would be a great battle to destroy the martial arts world! Shaolin Wudang is a hundred-year-old faction, if these two factions fight, they will never stop dying, even if one side wins, the other side will definitely be severely injured and never recover.Although Zhengdao is known as the Nine Great Sects, but after going to Wudang Shaolin, his strength has been weakened by more than half, and he can no longer resist Huayin Pavilion. Wouldn't the centuries-old chivalry and righteousness be extinct? Never! The yellow robes are rolling, the snow waves are rolling, and the two factions of swordsmen are about to be handed over together.Tan Zong sighed: "Brother Dao! I hope my death can make you understand that Shaolin is innocent!" As he spoke, he let out a loud roar, which shocked the whole Songshan Mountain! This is the purest Zen technique performed by the abbot, as a Buddhist lion's roar. Everyone on the top of the mountain couldn't help being startled. The pure Buddhist zhenqi of Tanzong burst out from this roar, turning into a raging mountain spring, which broke through the twelve-storey building in an instant, and then exploded. But it was the abbot of Tanzong who concentrated his skills and was willing to shatter his meridians and die, so as to show his ambition by death! All the monks were shocked, and they said in unison: "No!" But the accident happened in the blink of an eye, how could there be time to save it? Seeing that this energy has already swept into the meridians of the Tanzong, suddenly, a leisurely sigh came from a distant mountain: "Why is the abbot doing this?" The cold moonlight suddenly dimmed, as if all the moonlight in the sky had been collected and turned into a bright rainbow, penetrating directly into the Baihui acupoint on the top of Tanzong's skull.Tan Zong let out a muffled groan, and the boiling and bursting true qi fell silent like ice, while the newborn true qi boiled up again, the two were entangled, and his body was about to split open. He saw a white figure like a white cloud coming out of Xiu, rising from the side of the mountain, the sky full of moonlight shining in his sleeves, like tens of thousands of fireflies gathered, floating in front of Tanzong within a few minutes of climbing the clouds, with a single finger Lightly tapped between his brows. This finger shows the miraculous appearance of Bodhi because of the great sacrifice of Tanzong. All sorrows, sufferings, worries, and fears are all silent, and with this point, they are transformed into peace, security, joy, and happiness, and the flying poisonous dragon is fixed, pure and inaction.Abbot Tanzong only felt that his true energy had returned to calm, and the lion's roar dissipated naturally, and he couldn't help but flutter his sleeves, and bowed down: "Leader Yang!" Bodhi shattered, a ray of blood shot up from Tan Zong's eyebrows, rushed into the finger of the visitor, reflected his extremely handsome face in a mess of blood shadows, he shook his hands to drive away all kinds of broken shadows, and slowly raised his sleeves to cough up blood . The white clothes are falling, as if they are integrated with Songshan Mountain.And a ray of brilliance around him coiled and loomed indefinitely, accompanied by the belt for a long time before slowly falling down. Tanzong knew that Yang Yizhi had brought all the domineering power that shattered the meridians just now into his body, and he used his own body to bear the abbot's explosive anger. The ally leader Dade." Yang Yizhi helped Tanzong up, his smile melted slowly in the wind like the faint morning light: "The abbot is so polite. The younger generation should have come early, but the fact is too important, so I made an appointment with a few more people, so I couldn't help but come." late." As he spoke, he turned around and slowly bowed down to the third elder Fu Fei. Seeing Yang Yizhi helping Shaolin, Qingming wanted to have a fit, but seeing Yang Yizhi worshiping the elders, he could only hold back and knelt down to thank him. Yang Yizhi's etiquette is very strict, after worshiping Fu Fei, he then worships Fu Wei, followed by Fu Yi.Qingming's patience gradually became unbearable. Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps on the mountain road. The heads of the seven sects of Emei, Kongtong, Huashan, Kunlun, Jiuhua, Qingcheng, and Iron Sword are hurrying up to the top of the mountain.Some of these seven people were in retreat, some were seriously injured, and some hadn't seen anyone for many years. It was really not easy to invite them.Yang Yizhi actually traveled all over the country in three days and invited them all out, how can the hardships he spent can be exhausted in a short time? Of course, only such a major event as the death of the three elders can alarm them. The seven hurried up the mountain, ignoring the ceremony with Tan Zong and Qing Ming, they all knelt down in front of the three elders. The black clouds hung low, and the ray of morning light was suppressed so dimly. Qing Ming kept silent, he knew that it would be superfluous to say anything at this time.Most of the seven masters have received the kindness of the three elders, and the great kindness in the world can only be repaid with life. This is the time for gratitude. The seventh head stood up slowly, and the head of Emei's guard, Mrs. Wen, raised her eyebrows and said word by word: "The third elder died at the gate of Shaolin Temple, Shaolin cannot absolve himself of the blame!" Shaolin monks shouted together.The seven masters all took a step forward and stood with Qing Ming.This stop shows that the seven factions of Emei, Kongtong, Huashan, Kunlun, Jiuhua, Qingcheng, and Tiejian will be with Wudang in life and death, without any wavering. That momentum could not help but suffocate the entire Shaoshi Mountain. Shaolin definitely does not have the strength to stand alone against the Eight Great Sects! Yang Yizhi's faint voice came over at this time: "Everyone, listen to me." Qingming sneered and said, "I was about to hear which side the leader is on!" All the heads turned around together, all facing Yang Yizhi. The chilling air was like the cold wind in early spring, rushing towards his face. The smile on Yang Yizhi's face remained the same, but he sighed a little more: "The three elders are among the immortals, who in Shaolin Temple can kill them?" Qing Ming was stunned, then sneered and said: "The three elders are upright and upright, and they are afraid of villains who plot tricks and plot secretly!" Yang Yizhi said: "I just took advantage of the obeisance, and I have read it carefully. The three elders were shot to death with palm force, and they did not die of conspiracy." Qing Ming said angrily: "Could it be that we are all blind? But the Qiantian Divine Palm practiced by the three elders is the most magical skill in the world. Who can kill them with palm strength? Obviously, they were plotted by the villain. I'm afraid that this palm force wasn't used by the third elder after his death!" Yang Yizhi sighed: "Since this is the case, have you all seen a very thin sword mark behind the ear of the third elder?" The faces of the nine masters all changed drastically, and they hurried up to check. After a long time, they retreated with gloomy faces.Qingming's chest was filled with anger, and he said sharply: "So... the third elder was injured by such a sword first!" Yang Yizhi said: "Shaolin Temple learns palm and knife skills, but not swordsmanship, so the three elders were definitely not killed by people in Shaolin Temple." The head of Wudang screamed sharply: "I know it even if you don't tell me! There is only one person in this world who can kill the three elders with swordsmanship!" Everyone's heart trembled, that day on Mount Song, in the martial arts meeting, there were two people joined hands and defeated the three elders with a single move with their swords. This is also the only defeat of the three elders for decades. One of them, right in front of his eyes, is Yang Yizhi.But as we all know, Yang Yizhi used the Fengyue Sword, which is invisible and will never leave a sword mark.The one remaining... Zhuo Wangsun! Master Zhuo Wangsun of Huayin Pavilion! As soon as the name was mentioned, everyone's hearts couldn't help but tighten.The death of the three elders was actually caused by Zhuo Wangsun!Then it's no wonder that he put the corpses of the three elders in front of Shaolin Temple. He is not setting the blame, but demonstrating. Pavilion Master Huayin would never bother to use such tricks as setting blame.But in the martial arts conference, Zhengdao was unfavorable to Huayin Pavilion, hurt Yue Linglong, and indirectly caused Gina's death. Could it be that Zhuo Wangsun transferred this anger to the three elders? Thinking of this moment, everyone's heart could not help but feel a chill. Qingming gritted his teeth tightly and shouted: "Are you afraid of Pavilion Master Huayin? Hehe, do you remember the oath you made when you received the favor from the third elder?" Master Shou Wen raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "If you are not an enemy, you are a fish. Although Huayin Pavilion is strong, it is enough to take the life of the poor nun. Brother Dao, Emei is willing to go with you. " Kongtong, Huashan, Kunlun, Jiuhua, Qingcheng, and the head of Tiejian also said together: "The body is like dust, and the morality is like a mountain. We will go with you." Qing Ming suddenly felt moved from the bottom of his heart, and said: "We will die for righteousness, but we must not abandon the orthodoxy, so as not to be sinners through the ages. Yuan Song, you lead all the disciples back to Wudang, and we old bones go to Wudang!" Huayin Pavilion!" Yuan Song was shocked, Yang Yizhi frowned slightly, and said: "The sword mark behind the ear only shows that the three elders were not killed by Shaolin, but it cannot be concluded that the murderer was Zhuo Wangsun..." Qingming turned his head suddenly, and said word by word: "If leader Yang cannot uphold justice for the righteous way, then please go back!" Yang Yizhi was speechless, Qingming turned around, joined hands with the heads of the other seven sects and shouted: "Let's kill Huayin Pavilion and die for righteousness!" With that said, he strode down the mountain.The death of the three elders really hit them the hardest. The world suffered a series of changes, and the Tianluo Sect and the Huaying Pavilion ran rampant in the martial arts. These elders had been depressed for a long time, but now they couldn't bear it any longer. Tan Zong sighed and said: "All the masters, wait for the old monk!" He knew that although he used Yang Yizhi's power to explain this festival to the past, it is an indisputable fact that Fufei Sanlao died in front of Shaolin Temple.In any case, the Wudang faction cannot completely forgive Shaolin. So he can only participate in this expedition with all his strength, and maybe he can get the understanding of other leaders. Huaying Pavilion is not far away, it is only in the mountains. But also in heaven. Yang Yizhi frowned, the sleeves of his robe moved slightly, and he was already in front of everyone: "Wait a minute." Qing Ming stared at Yang Yizhi and sneered, "There are rumors in the world that leader Yang once entered the Huayin Pavilion. If the leader still has any morals in his heart, please lead us into the Huayin Pavilion and seek revenge on Zhuo Wangsun. If the leader If you are afraid of the Spring Water Sword Technique, please go back!" Yang Yizhi sighed lightly: "Everyone never thought about it, so what if the murderer is not Zhuo Wangsun?" The head of Wudang sneered loudly and said: "Then I would like to ask the leader, who else can kill the three elders of Fu Fei with a sword?" Yang Yizhi was silent.Yes, who else can kill Fufei Sanlao? Except Zhuo Wangsun, the omnipotent Zhuo Wangsun! However, why did Zhuo Wangsun kill the three elders?With his pride, the world doesn't look down on him, let alone three old people? Yang Yizhi didn't understand, so he could only sigh softly. Perhaps, he did not want to believe such a result. Seven days, thousands of miles trek. Yang Yizhi did know the way to join the cabinet, and he took the most correct way to join the cabinet, because he also wanted to find Zhuo Wangsun and ask about everything. He wanted to ask, why did Zhuo Wangsun insist on killing like this after the oath in the martial arts conference? But he suddenly discovered that the correct path was no longer correct. They have fallen into a completely strange place, so strange that they don't even know how they got here. Yang Yizhi's complexion changed, and his footsteps stopped immediately. The white clothes on his body seemed to be frozen in the air, and he didn't move at all. The nine masters also felt the invisible pressure, they couldn't help but stop, stared at Yang Yizhi, and asked, "What's wrong?" Yang Yizhi frowned and said: "If my guess is correct, we have already been trapped in the Taihao Qingwu Formation of Huayin Pavilion. The master of this formation, I'm afraid we are in a very bad situation." According to legend, the four-day victory array guards Huayin Pavilion in four directions. It is said that no one has ever been able to break through the formation. The most secretive and vicious formation in the four-day victory formation is the Western Taihao Qingwu Formation—the poisonous formation guarded by ancient strange beasts. The faces of the heads changed, and they said: "Isn't Taihao Qing Wuzhen around Huayin Pavilion? We haven't even seen the shadow of Huayin Pavilion, how could we have entered the formation?" Yang Yizhi said: "This place already belongs to the border of Huayin Pavilion, and there is only one possibility for us to fall into the Taihao formation, that is, Zhuo Wangsun already knew that we came here, so he expanded the formation." Qingming sneered and said: "This further shows that he has a ghost in his heart. Brothers, let's rush out and fight him!" As he said that, his figure turned into a blue shadow, and the sword light flashed, rolling towards the formation.Suddenly there was a chirp in the scattered mountain light, and a sword light suddenly lit up. That sword light turned out to be black, as black as ink. Just as the sword light flashed, a few spots of black light suddenly burst out from among the ordinary-looking bushes around them, submerging into the sword light.Immediately, the sword light exploded like a mad dragon, rolled in the air, rolled down like a wave of ink, and hit the tip of Qingming's sword! This sword is overwhelming, like a pitch-black mountain pressing down, Qingming's long sword bends, and the true energy almost flows against it.For a moment, I only felt buzzing in my ears, and my eyes were completely dark, so I couldn't see or hear! Qing Ming let out a loud cry, spat out a mouthful of blood, and rushed backwards.Just this fight, they suffered a big loss. Only a cold voice said: "The nine masters broke into the forbidden area of ​​Huayin Pavilion for no reason. What do you want to do? Get rid of it quickly, there are many pavilion masters, so don't pursue it, otherwise, you will be killed!" Qingming rushed to his brain, and with a wow, another mouthful of blood spewed out, and shouted: "Your pavilion master is a despicable villain, since you dare to kill the three elders of Fufei, let us kill them together!" The voice smiled coldly, and said: "How dare you insult our pavilion master, that is a death penalty, and you should suffer from the Three Yin Illuminating Soul Gu." As he spoke, the voice disappeared and never sounded again.Suddenly, the surrounding mountains, rivers and trees were all dark, and tens of thousands of lanterns were hung in the air silently. It was a pitch-black lantern, suspended in the air like a ghost, the bright day suddenly turned into a dark night, and this lantern was a demon in the dark night.The lanterns were piled up in threes and threes, with extremely weird styles, bloated and pitch-black, and the three of them hugged each other, like embryos curled up in a mother's womb, writhing in a strange way, dripping viscous liquid.The wind blew, and a faint fishy fragrance came, but it was like a misty rainbow, forming a magnificent peach blossom miasma, surrounding everyone in the middle.The faces of the nine masters couldn't help but change drastically. They are all top masters, so they can see clearly that the black energy that fueled the black sword light just now sprang up from these lanterns.That black energy is clearly a supernatural Gu, just two or three strikes made the sword light so strong, at this moment, ten thousand points are hanging high, even if he possesses peerless martial arts, how can he resist it? Those lanterns did not move, and no one dared to move the slightest bit. The three shades illuminate the soul, trapping them tightly. In the midst of the mist, nine faint figures appeared from the dim light of the three shades, like ghosts from hell, suspended in the thousands of cold lights.When the scenery of lakes and mountains is illuminated by the dark light of the Sanyin Illuminating Soul Lamp, it looks like a scene of purgatory. These nine ghosts are even more like the incarnation of purgatory ghosts. Yi Lin. Nine figures flew over slowly, and the hazy face gradually became clear.After the nine masters saw their faces clearly, they couldn't help but gasp in shock! What kind of characters are the nine masters?Although this Taihao Qing Wuzhen was extremely fierce and the nine masters were cautious, they were not too alarmed.How come these nine figures are all moved when they come out to the heads of the nine sects who are not fake? Just because of the faint light, the nine figures were born almost exactly the same as the nine masters! Even if there are subtle differences, the nine masters themselves can see them, but they are all reclusive people, and their disciples and others may not be able to see them. What if the nine masters died here? What if these nine figures walked out of Taihao Qing Wuzhen and out of Huayin Pavilion? Would everyone regard them as the nine masters? Do the nine sects all worship them as leaders? Is the righteous way led by them from now on? Thinking of this, all the sect leaders couldn't help but shudder.They were outraged by the righteous indignation that the three elders were killed, and they felt the kindness of the three elders. They came here with their lives and did not want to get out of Huayin Pavilion alive.But at this time, they must not die! They can't let Zhengdao fall because of their own death! Could it be that Zhuo Wangsun killed the three elders of Wudang just to lead everyone here to wipe them all out, and to rule the righteous way under the imperial court without bloodshed? This is really a very vicious strategy! Qing Ming said sharply: "Zhuo Wangsun! You are so vicious!" But he never dared to take another shot, even so, this loud shout had already stirred up the layers of lamps that illuminate the soul of the three shades, the black air drifted, the group of lamps shook together, and an unpleasant hoarse sound rushed out from the lantern , turned into misty energy, and surrounded the crowd. Yang Yizhi's face changed, his hands spread out, his robe sleeves fluttered, and a faint ray of brilliance flew out from the sleeves, covering all the sect masters together.As soon as he made a move, those three and three clusters of lanterns shook slightly, and there seemed to be some living creature curled up and moving in the middle, as if it was about to split its body and come out. Yang Yizhi's wrists sank slightly, his radiance flickered on and off, but his complexion became paler. Although his profound skills are vast, he cannot fight against the faint and powerful Taihao Qing Wuzhen with his own strength. What's more, the internal injury he suffered a few days ago to save the sect has not yet healed. However, just now he also saw the shadows of those nine people, and the shock in his heart was no less than that of the nine masters, so he must not let the nine masters die here! Not only that, but he also wanted to find out the truth and restore the innocence of Jiang Hu! Is he going to break through this strange and domineering formation with his life?The white light in Yang Yizhi's palm flickered, just like the unsteady waves in his heart. Suddenly, a leisurely sigh sounded from the depths of the formation, and a powerful force suddenly flew out, wrapping around Yang Yizhi's wrist like countless threads, leading him to throw him into the depths of the formation. The nine masters exclaimed in unison, wanting to rescue them, but how could there be time?Seeing a flash of white shadow, Yang Yizhi's figure was already far away. Yang Yizhi didn't resist, nor was he panicked.For he already knew from whom that sigh came. It was also because he saw the eyes hidden in the shadows. A trace of sadness welled up in his heart, and he suddenly remembered the emotion in his heart when he received the sword of "Xinyue" in Huayin Pavilion. The love of forging swords and the righteousness of knowing each other made him remember these eyes forever. I also remembered the name, Lou Xinyue. Lou Xinyue also stared at him, piercing through the shadows in the formation, she saw the white clothes that would never be stained again. That is the moon in the sky, the light in the water, the tenderness like jade, and the deep lovesickness. The moonlight is like water, and every gaze is forever.Even the loneliness is so long, and I can't get rid of it after all the years. So only a long sigh remains: "I couldn't control you, but why did you get captured on purpose?" She bit her lip and turned around.She was afraid that if she faced him for a moment longer, she would not be able to help but say the words that could never be asked: Or, are you here to see me? Yang Yizhi bowed slowly.speechless. It is the most difficult to bear, but it has to be endured.Only speechless. "I want to see Mr. Zhuo." Lou Xinyue's gaze suddenly brightened, and she turned to Yang Yizhi. Yang Yizhi didn't look at her. She knew that only the sky and the earth could keep this man's gaze, and she was just a passing cloud between the sky and the earth.So she bit her lip, biting the residual red tightly. That's yesterday's makeup, it's gone.Only the fishy and salty strand bitten between the teeth is still as bright as a new flower. She slowly pulled down the hairpin, staining the delicate red.Her hair hung down like a cloud over her pale face.The silver hairpin was pierced between the eyebrows, and she gently and tenderly painted a little new makeup.This will not let the red residual. "Do you know that you have absolutely no chance of winning?" Yang Yizhi remained silent. "The formation of Taihao Qingwu has been launched. You may still have a chance to leave, but you are still too busy to take care of yourself. It is impossible to save the nine masters from trouble. As early as three days ago, the departments of Tiandial and Yunhan in this pavilion The crowd has already secretly marched towards the Nine Great Sects. The Nine Great Sects without a leader is already leaderless and vulnerable. What's more, as you can see, the substitutes for the Nine Great Sect Leaders have already been selected. Once they die in the formation, the entire martial arts world will be destroyed. ..." Yang Yizhi interrupted her: "That's why I want to see him." Lou Xinyue suddenly raised her head, staring at him in a daze. His eyes turned to the distant sky, but he still didn't look at Lou Xinyue. Under the moonlight, his appearance was as clear and graceful as water, but the determination revealed between his brows was so firm that there was no room for negotiation. Lou Xinyue was silent for a long time, and finally sighed quietly: "To the west, there is a mountain named Yuju, and on the highest point of the mountain, there is a flower named Luwei, which only blooms for one night in early spring every year. The master of the pavilion drank alone among the flowers." "When the moon rises this night, it is the time when the Luwei flowers are in full bloom." The silver hairpin in Lou Xinyue's hands trembled slightly, the new makeup was done. Yang Yizhi bowed slightly, and walked west slowly. Suddenly, he felt a little lost, should he go west at this moment? The red shadows are faint, all blocked by the shadows of the three shades. This incomparably bright new makeup, but who can see it? The silver hairpin is folded in two, no matter how new and bright it is, it will be ruined if no one appreciates it. Going to the west, there is a mountain named Yuju, and on the top of the mountain, there is a flower named Weilu. Whenever it is in full bloom, the owner of the pavilion drinks among the flowers. A jug of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. That is the vast loneliness, who can know? Yang Yizhi walked up the mountain slowly, but his mood was unprecedentedly heavy. Two years ago, on the Dongting, the monk Zha Luoyana crazily slaughtered the martial arts in the Central Plains. It was he who rode a boat and came alone to face off against the alien masters who looked like gods and demons. That time, he didn't hesitate. Because he believes what he is doing is right. But this time? The greatest catastrophe in the world may be about to start tonight, but he has superb martial arts, but he doesn't know how to turn the tide, how to save the world from the fire. That round of bright moon gradually rose from the eastern sky, and filled his whole body with dim light, making his white clothes as cold as the moon itself. The world is so difficult, he should cheer up. Only then did his figure get up quickly, as if melting into one body with the moonlight, and straight up. Straight up to the top. Lou Xinyue didn't lie to him. When this night, the bright moon shines, and the dew is heavy and frosty. The new-born grass spread a thick layer of brocade on the top of the mountain, but it was wet by the night dew. Above the fragrant grass, a flowering tree reflects the moon dancing. The branches and leaves are sparse, but there is only one flower. The flower of the slight dew is lonely and proud of the world. It does not share the same relationship with the crowd, and does not share the appreciation with the common people. It only blooms in the sparsely populated mountains and forests. It only bloomed overnight and withered. Because of this, this night will be so brilliant, showing off its charm to the fullest. Zhuo Wangsun sat alone under the flowers, looking at the Luwei flowers that were slowly blooming in mid-air.花枝摇曳，仿佛也在感叹红颜何幸，能于寂寞深山中，得知己之赏。 于是，露微之花开得更加绚烂，仿佛要将终年的寂寞，都在这一刻补偿。 卓王孙束发披散，青衣微敞，半倚在花树下，一任夜露落了满身。 他手中握着一尊紫光流溢的琉璃盏，杯中珍珠红、琥珀浓，映出一轮绯红的明月，可以想见杯中佳酿的芬芳。 但他却并不饮。 朦胧月色将他宛如太阳般光彩逼人的容貌点染出些许柔和，让他看去不再如暗夜的王者，恣意张扬着那足以撼天动地的杀意。 这一刻，他仿佛只是醉卧花下的名士，在初春月夜沉醉在这孤芳绽放的美景中。 然而杨逸之知道，这不过是表像而已。 琉璃盏中的酒色返照，隐约可见他那双如瀚海般深沉的眸子。 只是，那双眸子中竟然没有一丝温度。仿佛如此天地大美，也不足以让他动容。 虽然惊鸿一瞥，但杨逸之知道，眼前这个人，依旧是那个站在高处，俯瞰尘世，执掌着生杀予夺的王者。 He sighed softly. 这声叹息打破了月色的宁静，一阵入骨的寒意弥散开来。 Zhuo Wangsun didn't look back.但他盏中的美酒却已荡开道道涟漪。 一时，山巅虽然仍是春月照耀，霜露沾衣，但香气飘来却已彻骨。 月凉如水，每一枚绽放的花瓣，仿佛都被这摄人的寒意冻结，花瓣虽如故，花心已枯萎，化为纷扬残雪，缓缓飘落。 杨逸之的脸色并未有分毫改变，他轻叹道：“我相信，武当三老绝非你所杀。” 卓王孙没有看他，只轻轻转侧着手中的琉璃盏，目光停伫在杯中返照的一轮明月上。 他冷冷道：“那你为何而来？” 这句话说得极轻，并未带上丝毫情感，但那股寒意却更浓，春色顿时化为严冬般肃杀，那朵盛放的娇颜都在他身后无声战栗。 花露如血。 或许，一字回答不对，就会是天下无尽浩劫的开端。 但这一次，杨逸之却并没有丝毫迟疑，淡淡道：“我并非为你而来。” 卓王孙将酒盏从眼前挪开，斜瞥着杨逸之，嘴角挑起一个讥诮的笑容，一字字道：“你——为——谁？” 杨逸之断然道：“天下。” 卓王孙微闭的双眸突然睁开，静静地看着眼前这个人，似乎要将他看透。 然而，杨逸之只是淡淡地站在花树前，整个人在盛极的月华下，却仿佛早已澄澈如水，并无丝毫杂质。 卓王孙道：“何为天下？” 杨逸之仰望皓月，朗声道：“当日你我嵩山顶上之一诺，便是天下！” 卓王孙握盏的手立时顿住。 他再次打量杨逸之，这个一直如魏晋名士般谦谦如玉的君子，这个仿佛永远游离于江湖之外的隐士，而今竟是如此的执着、坚决地站在他的面前，对抗他本不可一世的力量、气度、智慧、风仪，以及一切的一切。 卓王孙注目手中的杯盏，久久无语。他披散的长发就在夜风中几度扬起，又徐徐落下。 这座山，仍在太昊阵中，在他的掌控之下。 若他出手，这便是杨逸之的绝境。 然而，他有肃清江湖的力量，有摧折万物的杀气，但却折服不了此人，折服不了此人的天下。 杨逸之看着他，缓缓道：“天下不能坏于三人之死。” 卓王孙不答。 杨逸之道：“所以，武当三老绝对不该是你所杀！” 卓王孙冷笑：“不是我，又是谁？你的'天下'会相信么？” 杨逸之踏上一步，注目卓王孙道：“你若说，我会信。” 他的话音十分诚恳，但卓王孙却只拂袖冷笑道：“你却代表不了你的天下。” 杨逸之道：“若得你一诺，当以三月为期，还你清白。也还天下清白。 卓王孙大笑：“你的天下于我何用？”他挥袖遥指山下太昊阵：“三月后，天下已在我掌中。” 此语并不高声，但却已惊动天上之人。 卓王孙衣带未束，袍袖翻飞，宛如灭世的神魔，即将挥剑而起，割裂中原。 林间夜露簌簌落下，却似乎为这升腾的杀意搅碎，砰然暴散，在两人中间炸开一团团彩雾。 杨逸之岿然不动，一字字道：“我只相信，天下亦在君之心中。” 夜露突然凝结，满天狂舞的杀气，也因这句平凡的话，而如春水般徐徐化开。 卓王孙注目手中酒盏，神色隐藏在散发的阴影下，看不出变化。 呛然一声轻响，却是他在拔剑。 一道剑光如腾蛟起凤，裂空而出，卓王孙持剑在手，冷冷道：“玄都剑仍在此。” 杀名人而用名剑。 天下共知，此乃卓王孙的习惯。从未改过一次的习惯。 第二个习惯，便是杀人后当葬此剑于地而去。 玄都剑，正是当日嵩山一战中，卓王孙为武当三老准备的名剑。 剑仍在。 ——这已是最好的辨白。 杨逸之默然良久，终于点了点头。 风露凄迷，不知何时，山中的寒意已经点点消散，一切又已回复了春夜的静谧。 卓王孙依旧独坐花下，手中半握一尊琉璃盏。 他脸上渐渐浮起一个笑意，这个笑容让他整个人顿时变得和煦而可亲，他轻轻转侧杯盏，道：“三月后，当邀杨盟主共饮此杯。”