All Heavens Planes

Suru's expression was dark, and she changed the topic, "In retrospect, I had this idea back then, and wanted to match the two of them. It's a pity that our family's Linger is interested in Qi Hao, and fate can't be forced."

Tian Buyi looked at Suru, and suddenly laughed.

"That's that, or else you didn't fall in love with so many seniors from Yushu Linfeng back then, and you fell in love with me, a clumsy, short and fat boy like a cow every day."

Suru was amused by Tian Buyi's sudden words, she glanced at him with her beautiful eyes, straightened the broken hair on her temples, and lowered her head, "That's because I was blind at the time~"

Tian Buyi looked at his wife Fa who had been with him for many years, his eyes were full of tenderness.Instead, he held her catkin and said in a low voice, "Actually, I..." The words stopped here.

Suru waited for a while, but still didn't hear Tian Buyi continue to talk about how he was back then.

Looking up, he saw Tian Buyi frowning tightly, his eyes narrowed and there was a faint light in them, as if he was sensing something.

Suru looked serious, and asked, "It's not easy, what happened?"

Tian Buyi stood up and waved a fiery red fairy sword out of his cuff.

"There are outsiders peeping, you go back to rest first, I will go and see and go back."

After all, Tian Buyi and his sword merged into one, turning into a ray of holy light that soared into the sky.

Suru can see clearly that the direction Tian Buyi is going to is exactly where the Little Bamboo Peak is.

She was originally from Xiaozhufeng's lineage, how could she sit idly by at this moment.Immediately sacrificed the fairy sword, turned into a ray of light and chased Tian Buyi.

On Tongtian Peak, inside the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall.

The candles flickered, and the oil lamps were almost extinguished. The dim light could no longer illuminate the entire ancestral hall.

In the dark corner, there is a wooden table.A stooped old man in rough linen clothes sat at the table, holding a cup of tea in his hand, and he still didn't fall asleep in this cold midnight.

His silver hair was a little disheveled, and his cloudy eyes were dull and lifeless, as if the candle in this ancestral hall might be extinguished at any moment.

Who knows that this very desolate and down-and-out old man in the ancestral hall is the Qingyun Tianjiao, Wan Jianyi, who intimidated both the righteous and the evil, and suppressed the generation that everyone could not hold their heads up!

Wan Jian brought the teacup to his mouth and took a sip slowly.His movements were light and slow, like an old man on the verge of death.

Suddenly, Wan Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he put the teacup on the table.He stretched out his hand to straighten his messy white hair to make it look neater.Then he opened his mouth slowly, his voice hoarse and dull.

"If you want to go in, go in, if you don't go in, go. There's nothing to hesitate, it's not like you..."

After a short pause, the gate of the ancestral hall was pushed open.A figure stepped in.

The visitor was dressed in a black robe and jade belt, with bright eyes and star eyebrows, his face was seven points majestic and three points domineering, and his aura was extremely compelling.

This person is the current head teacher of Qingyun Sect, Reverend Daoxuan.

Master Daoxuan didn't have the slightest expression on his face, nor did he take a look at Wan Jianyi, and walked straight to the patriarch's spiritual seat.

The flickering candlelight on the altar table, dyed many patriarch's spiritual seats dimly, and reflected Daoxuan Daoxuan's face a bit bewitchingly.

Reverend Daoxuan stood still, staring at the spiritual seat of Tian Chengzi on the altar, and said without turning his head, "I am the head teacher of Qingyun Sect, and I can come and go wherever I want on Qingyun Mountain. Need anyone to point fingers. What, you have a problem?"

"Albatron Gate belongs to you, what can I say if I'm dead?"

Wan Jianyi looked at Daoxuan's back, showed an inexplicable smile, and said nonchalantly, "It's you, who came to this ancestral hall in the middle of the night. Can't sleep or dare not sleep? I'm afraid that if you close your eyes, you won't be able to wake up again." …""

Reverend Daoxuan looked away from the spiritual seat, and landed on the dark corner where Wan Jianyi was.In the eyes, a faint black air surged, and he said in a cold voice, "You can rest assured about this, I will never let you see that day."

"Whatever you want, I don't care."

Wan Jian looked at Daoxuan Master's eyes like a pool of stagnant water, but when he saw Daoxuan Master's eyes clearly, he was suddenly stunned.

Immediately he stood up abruptly, his stooped body stretched straight.There was nothing in the eyes, and there was no trace of turbidity.

Although Wan Jianyi doesn't have a dragon-slaying sword in his hand at this time, he is a peerless sword, exuding unparalleled sharpness!

"Daoxuan, you are crazy!"

Wan Jian let out a deep drink, and the surrounding air instantly condensed, and an endless storm of sword energy was brewing in it.

The next moment, everything returned to calm.

Wan Jianyi straightened his back and bent down again, with a look of grief on his face, and muttered in his mouth, "What you do is your own choice, so it has nothing to do with me."

Master Daoxuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at Wan Jianyi with a look of doubt.Immediately, he seemed to think of something, and laughed softly.

"I forgot. You and I are the only ones in Qingyunmen who have experienced the power of the mysterious ghost. It's not surprising that you can recognize it."

As soon as Wan Jian returned to the chair, he picked up the teacup and said flatly, "You only need to kill me, and no one will know."

Reverend Daoxuan's face was cloudy when he heard the words, he looked at Wan Jian and gave a cold snort, then turned around and stepped out of the ancestral hall.

A cold voice came back from outside the ancestral hall, "I didn't save you to kill you, at least it's not the time yet."

With an inexplicable expression on Wan Jian's face, he got up and walked slowly to the gate.

The moment he closed the ancestral hall, he was startled suddenly, and then turned his head to look in the direction of Xiaozhufeng.After concentrating for a moment, he slowly shook his head and said to himself, "Whoever it is, it has nothing to do with me."

Reverend Daoxuan outside the ancestral hall also sensed it almost at the same time, but he hesitated for a moment, and instead of going back to the main peak of Tongtian, he turned around and went straight to Xiaozhu Peak.

On Xiaozhufeng, there is a dangerous cliff hanging beside a green peak. This cliff is exactly the Moon-Watching Pavilion, one of the three wonders of Qingyunmen.

The cliff of Wangyue Pavilion is very peculiar, and at night, the moonlight can be gathered to shine brightly.It is definitely not made by human beings, it is actually the world itself.

There is no bright moon hanging high in the sky tonight, only a faint faint moonlight.

A little bit of moonlight fell through the thick clouds, but it also made the moon-watching pavilion brightly illuminated.The amazing craftsmanship of creation is really mysterious and extraordinary.

At this time, there was a figure sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, covered by a black cloak, and although the hanging hood covered most of the face, you could still see chicken skin and white hair. This was an old woman.

The old woman stared at the sky for a long time without moving, and suddenly let out a long sigh.Muttering to himself, "The moon is my hometown..."

A weed on the edge of the cliff swayed gently, as if being blown by a breeze.But the wind was so weak that it could only shake a blade of grass.

If the old woman felt something, she lowered her head and her eyes fell on the slightly swaying weed.There seemed to be a voice in the dark that crossed the mountains and rivers and sounded in his heart.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, don't come here without any problems."