Xuanhuan: Storytelling In Shrouding The Heavens, The Saint Is Moved

The handwriting of a fallen ancestor?

Can't reproduce?

After Death, will it regenerate life from the corpse?

Tianyaomen is not a Magical Item, but a natal means?

The reason why Tian Yao Miner blesses Tian Yaomen is because Huang Tian wakes it up... What kind of force is this bound by?

Karma?

The ancestors of Chunyang who were present were a little stunned when they heard the secrets.

Undoubtedly, if Han Lian didn't talk about such things, I'm afraid ordinary people wouldn't know about it anyway.

Of course, since it has always existed, it will inevitably leave traces.

Maybe a thousand years later, or maybe even longer, in the history books of the human race, the answer will naturally be left.

But today, it was just said casually by the other party.

In a corner, Dan Qiusheng was writing a book.

If someone comes over, they can see the handwriting of the dragon and snake.

"Xunfeng Renzong... Year, Prince Yunfeiyang's wedding day... Tongtian Da Tianzun appeared and said that Tian Yao Diao Xinmi..."

He recorded it from the beginning to the end, and when he was about to come, he put the brush on the final touch, and then wrote hard.

"Yu heard it on the spot and recorded it with Dan Shi, fortunately!"

Obviously, this person's center of gravity is not at all above that day's Demon Sable.

After writing it like this, he held the history book and smiled happily.

On the other side, he looked solemn.

"There is a self-contained space in the Tianyaomen, and it is the realm of the Great Heavenly Venerate. It seems that it is difficult to kill, and it is impossible to kill."

It was the ancestor who spoke up.

This person is the one who cares the most about today's affairs. Originally, his murderous intention for the demon sable that day was so intense that he could not wait to peel and eat meat.

But hearing all of this, he hesitated.

"There's no need for this fellow daoist, I have my own way to concoct him.

Everyone, don't be stunned, everything is about flying a big wedding, don't delay the time.

As for now... then play music, then dance! "

Han Lian spoke indifferently, then clapped his hands lightly.

Seeing that the expressions of the people around him are all calm, Han Lian is also a dispersal incarnation, and his spiritual sense is transmitted by Golden-winged Great Peng.

"Haha, I didn't want to incarnate, but I can still get unexpected results."

"Tongtian Datianzun, don't drink a glass of wedding wine before leaving?"

"As long as I'm happy, what about drinking or not drinking?"

Han Lian's voice echoed in mid-air, and the Golden-winged Great Peng fluttered and fluttered, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

But after he couldn't really see Han Lian's figure, Emperor Renzong withdrew his gaze and smiled happily.

"Have you not heard the words of the Great Heavenly Venerate?

Play music for me, then dance! "

"It's very, very good, hahaha!"

Accompanied by the sound of the musical instruments full of the unique melodies of the Sunda Dynasty, a cheerful atmosphere emerged once again in the entire Sunda City.

....

On the top of Wushan, the lanterns are decorated with lanterns.

Even those swords Xiuning could not bend, to this day, they still need to bow to the guests and friends from all directions.

And here, Meng Lian and Princess Yunshang were already ready.

At the banquet, there was no lack of seeing the emperor Renzong, the emperor Yun Feiyang and even a cultivator figure.

As for the scenes in Sunda, they are all incarnations.

Similarly, here, Emperor Renzong and the others are also incarnations.

But that doesn't matter, it's the new couple that matters.

After the etiquette was over, Meng Lian and Yun Chang, in accordance with the understanding of the Wushan Sword Sect, began to worship their teachers and ancestors.

And at the very beginning, it was to worship Senior Brother.

Sima Qing sat in the front row, and behind him, there were a hundred and ten chairs.

However, among them, only Sima Qing and another Chunyang figure.

On the other chairs, incense burner tablets are enshrined.

But behind the tablet was a sharp sword with a half-sheathed handle.

Thousands of years have passed, and those who can survive are all in the realm of pure yang.

The rotation of the generations, the long road is long, only the sword is the companion, and very few people can cultivate into the dao companion.

Sima Qing watched such a lively scene, and his eyes couldn't help but get a little wet. He flipped his hand to get the ancient Yaoqin, plucked the strings, and a loud chirping sounded, and the group of swords trembled.

All Wushan Sword Sect disciples hold down their long swords and open the sword grid, showing a little edge.

"The sword rises thousands of times from Mount Wu, and the halberd sinks into the sand and the waves sink."

"The faint time is constantly being cut, and the dead are seen above the tomb."

"Is the sword sharp?"

"Can Broken Sword be cast?"

"The sword mound is foggy, the heart is foggy..."

"..."

For a time, the entire Wushan Sword Sect disciples were all fencing and singing.

The singing is heavy and low, with an indescribable edge.

Those swords that have been Summoning all unsheathed themselves in this one, either clanking or whining.

Don't you see, Kendo is better than bending, but a swordsman is independent, and thousands of swordsmen perish on the road.

Whether it is the Wushan Sword Sect, the Sword Sect that merged into the Wu Shan Sword Sect, or the Dangtian Sword Sect that has perished, kendo cultivation has never been easy.

The ancestor of Qin Yu, the sound of the piano condenses the sword, the sound of the piano turns into rain, the rain also condenses the sword, and the sword comes out without a trace.

This man's method is extremely unique, but today, his other piano sounds and sword rain, but there is no trace of killing, but all turned into sadness.

Drops of rain fell, and the Kaijia ancestor who was sitting there, his eyes began to become deep, as if he was thinking about something.

He himself is a pure-yang handed down from Wushan Sword Sect. Even if he gave up the sword in his hand, he couldn't give up. Such empathy.

"Hey..."

He wanted to say something, sighed, but was never able to say it.

Under this atmosphere, Zhou Shi, who was drinking freely, finally felt that something was wrong.

He really knew something about Wu Shan Jian Song.

As far as he knew, whenever a major event was about to happen, the Wushan Sword Sect would sing swords to comfort the souls of the dead.

But today is obviously a happy day.

Forget it, if you can't figure it out, you can't think about it, Li himself is also relaxed, the own task has been completed.

Anyway, it's still early for the banquet, so I have to eat and drink more before leaving.

After all, this Wushan Sword Brew is unique, a bit like a burning knife among ordinary people, but it is thousands of times stronger than that one.

I heard that the spirit sword is used to make wine, but I really don't know what kind of temperament the spirit sword is, isn't it an alcoholic?

Now that he has eaten, he is already a little overwhelmed by alcohol.

Not only is he incapable of drinking, but beside him, the cloud-turning beast has already fallen asleep soundly.

He is quite thick-skinned, and is putting this Wushanjian brewing bottle by bottle into the storage ring, thinking about drinking it on the road.

During this process, he didn't even realize that the lively scene had long since quieted down.

An old man in a white robe walked out, carrying three long swords on his back, and his body did not reveal any breath.

But once he opened his mouth, he was shocked.

"I, Wushan Jianzong, have a deep hatred with that alien race. Today, on the wedding day of the sword-wielding ancestor, I ask you to be a witness: I, Wushan Jianzong, will crusade against aliens, and I will never die!"

The power of these words was really great, which made him sober up.

Seeing the powerful cultivators express their support on the spot, Zhou Shi couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead.

Well, I drank this wine for nothing.