The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

Liang Yan sneered in his heart. For the monks in Nanchui, Tongxuan Realm is a very mysterious realm. The monks in the Qi refining period and the foundation building period have no way to imagine. Only when the realm reaches the Juyuan state and the Golden core state, will they gradually know that there are still a few monks above the Golden core state in Nanchui. But for them, these ancestors of the Tongxuan Realm are the existences that stand up to the sky, and it is impossible to imagine that there is any realm above the Tongxuan Realm. In fact, Liang Yan back then was the same as Lu Zizhen, his eyes were only limited to the golden core, and he felt that as long as he achieved the golden core, he could go anywhere, even if the world was big. But now it is different. After two hundred years of vicissitudes in the Antarctic Immortal Continent, the whole world in his eyes, now looking back, is just a remote island. Liang Yan suddenly smiled, and said lightly: Lu Zizhen was slightly taken aback. He looked at Liang Yan, the man in front of him was obviously smiling, but it made him feel a chill rising from the bottom of his heart. Shivered for no reason. 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 more questions, and he didn't dare to get involved anymore. In the end, he just nodded and said: Liang Yan nodded very satisfied, and then said: Liang Yan seemed to remember something, and asked: Liang Yan muttered muttered. The place where Tang Diexian gambled with him was at the top of Cangmu Peak, under a verdant old tree. At this moment, Liang Yan's mood was ups and downs, and he couldn't calm down for a long time. After being silent for a long time, he only heard his voice and said leisurely: After hearing this, Lu Zizhen knew that he wanted to visit the grave of the deceased alone, and didn't want to be disturbed by outsiders, so she nodded and said, "Liang Yan nodded slightly, but I didn't see how he moved, just The figure flashed, and disappeared in front of Lu Zizhen the next moment. Lu Zizhen also has a mid-Golden Core cultivation base, apart from those Tongxuan Zhenjun, she is also considered to be among the top experts in Nanchui. But he felt that in front of Liang Yan, he was like a three-year-old child, unable to understand the strength of the other party at all. Just now Liang Yan disappeared in front of his eyes, but he didn't find any trace. Lu Zizhen was a little curious, but he didn't dare to ask directly, he could only speculate secretly: this was the only explanation Lu Zizhen could think of. Grand Master Wen was in the early days of Tongxuan. Two hundred years later, he annexed the Qianyuan Sacred Palace, using the resources of Daoist Hongyu back then, plus some of his own opportunities, he broke through bottlenecks one after another, and finally reached the late Tongxuan. This is already a miracle in Nanchui! And Liang Yan was only at the early stage of Jindan at that time, and after two hundred years, Lu Zizhen never believed that he could reach the late stage of Tongxuan. But he knew that people like Liang Yan were not arrogant and underestimated the enemy. If he can say that he is not afraid of Grand Master Wen, there must be some special means or treasures. As long as he is in Nanchui, Grand Master Wen should not dare to act rashly. In this way, it is possible to win the respite for hundreds of years for Yixing Pavilion opportunity. , but three beautiful small characters. Liang Yan sighed lightly. 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 ancestors. But she finally chose to face her fate calmly. How was she feeling before she died? Unwilling? frustrated? lonely? Or do you have a little regret? Liang Yan couldn't guess. Tang Diexian had changed so much that after many years, Liang Yan could no longer speculate on her thoughts. But she chose to sit here, leaving three words on the tombstone, there should be a trace of nostalgia, nostalgia for herself back then, and the person who accompanied her, Liang Yan, standing on the top of Cangmu Peak, facing the distant sky look out. The direction the tombstone is facing is the direction of the Falling Soul Sea. Maybe Tang Diexian finally felt tired and spent her whole life working for the sect. At the last moment of her life, she chose to stop here, facing the sea of ​​fallen souls, waiting for the person in her memory to return. Liang Yan stared at the tombstone and muttered to himself. Back here again, his mood could not be calm for a long time. Does he have love for Tang Diexian? There must be. Entering the cultivation world for the first time, facing intriguing enemies and cold hearts, the initial warmth and feelings without any benefits will be cherished and will never be forgotten. Does he have hatred for Tang Diexian? There must be. Back then, the three Tongxuan Zhenjun set up an ambush at the valley entrance of Yixing Pavilion, using his feelings for Tang Diexian, knowing that before he left Nanchui, he would definitely come to Yixing Pavilion to visit this woman. Tang Diexian knew about the whole thing a long time ago, but instead of telling Liang Yan, she wanted to use this opportunity to draw 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 in his heart. However, after two hundred years, with Tang Diexian's death, the right and wrong, kindness and resentment back then are no longer so important. Now Liang Yan is left with only a ray of sadness. Liang Yan seemed to be talking to himself, looked at the chessboard, and said leisurely: As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his fingers, and a stone was whittled white like jade by him, bounced off the ground, and just landed on the chessboard. This move actually killed most of White's own pieces. But if you take a closer look, you will find that although many white pieces have been killed, there are infinite possibilities in the chess moves. After this move of retreating, white's chess situation suddenly becomes clear, and the original dead game has been revived. ! Liang Yan sighed softly, raised his head and drank the flagon in his hand in one gulp. On Cangmu Peak, under the old tree, a man sat on the ground. The autumn wind is blowing slowly, the past is blowing away like smoke...