Legend of the Great Saint

A five-mast Dafu ship rises from the sea level and slowly sails on the sea.

The wind sails shine in the sunshine, tight and rolling waves, like a big white bird, chopping waves with a big boat and crossing the sea.

If you look closely, you will find that the mast is engraved with many Xuan Ao characters, glittering slightly in the sun. So instead of the sailor rudder, the sail automatically adjusts direction, keeping maximum speed at all times, but always staying off course.

The people on the deck are dressed in robes and good temperament. Thirty-five hundred and fifty crowds gather to laugh. They also carry many melons and fruit meat as snacks. They make a pleasant trip to get out of their daily routine for a while and enjoy the sun and sea breeze.

Everything seemed so calm that an old man on the bow stood against his hand and his eyebrows frowned at the end of the ocean.

Listening to the laughter of the disciples, he exclaimed in his heart: "Alas, the Fluorescent Demon Star is in the world. I don't know how long such a good sight will last. After this holocaust, how many of these disciples will survive? ”

These disciples, even if he did, what would they be in heaven and earth?

But these thoughts, they can't be said to anyone.

Not far from Vientiane, he just told the disciples to open their eyes and take a tour, but he was actually considering incorporating the whole view of Qingyang into Vientiane.

After the Battle of Black Cloud City, Vientiane lost a lot of money. He has been a Guangna disciple and visitor, except that he can only be one indoor disciple.

"I'd rather be a chicken than a cow queen," but without a big boat, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to withstand the storm. Once it falls, everything will be over and the chicken butt won't be able to do it.

At this moment, he picked his eyebrows and turned back: “Lingzi, go call you Miaozhen sister, Vientiane Zong is almost here, this scenery cannot be missed! ”

“Yes, Master.” A young Joon-su Taoist immediately held his fist in his hands. The chief said, “Master really loves Miaojin! ”

Quickly step down to the cabin, the darkness in front of you, with the light of your eyes to see the road, all the way forward, the laughter on the deck gradually disappeared, walked dozens of steps, as if to enter a world of deep silence.

“But no wonder, at this time, you can practise in the cabin with peace of mind, in the words of the master: what a natural seed of practice. Being able to survive two days of robbery in such a short time is by no means luck.” There was a sudden rush of enthusiasm in her heart, looking forward to seeing her face.

In a quiet room deep in the cabin, a light is like a bean, smoky and green.

A crown lady sits on a futon and practises. Her figure is slightly shaken by the sea waves, but her eyes are closed, her face is faint, she is completely immersed in the practice.

“Sister Miaozhen, the Vientiane Sect is almost here, Master asked me to call you.” The sound of the rollers rang out the door.

“Got it.” Yang Miaozhen slowly opened his eyes and said softly: “Thank you brother, I'll be right up.” The sound of a string trembles and touches the heart in the darkness, but it is as faint as her face. She plays her own voice as if she were a quiet and elegant ancient qin, but does not ask anyone who knows the sound.

“Sister, you're welcome.” Lingxiaozi was slightly disappointed, but was not dissatisfied with this wonderful and genuine sister.

A moment later, Yang Miaozhen walked out of the cabin and also came to the deck. The dazzling sunlight made her squint her eyes. She saw that all the same doors were gathered at the bow of the boat, looking in the same direction.

During the summer season, the sun is as proud as fire. Hot wind, the sky and sea are wide. Her mood was also heated and her heart opened with her eyes.

The sparkling light flashes as the sea fluctuates and spreads to the end of the sea level. Water vapors evaporate, the air is fascinating, and at the end of the ocean and the sky, between the clouds and the heat waves, a beautiful metropolis floats like a mirage.

“That is the Vientiane Sect...” Yang Miaozhen muttered to herself, even if her heart was like an ancient well, she could not be shocked by the scene. Suddenly she laughed at herself. If he was here, she must laugh at the fact that she had never seen the world.

Instead, he raised his confidence: “But I am no longer Yang Miaozhen! ”

Flying up from the small world to the human lane, it was like coming from the cabin to the deck, and seeing the infinite ocean all at once, you realized how small you were, and that the invincible and powerful king of the world was just a particularly powerful practitioner. Only in the small world does it seem so powerful, maybe it is not as true as today's master!

He couldn't help but look at the old man on the bow and smile at her.

Her master Qingyang is a real person, but she has survived four times of heavenly robbery and established a Qingyang view by herself, but she is also only a small sect in this human path.

And hearing that the forthcoming Vientiane sect - staring at the mirage of the city at the end of the sea - can only become indoor disciples four times, the true disciples need to survive five times to be able to take charge of the masculine monks.

But it's just a disciple, and there are six heavenly robberies of the People's Fairy Sect, and the Master of the Real Fairy.

True Immortal - that's what she can't measure, that's incredible, that's what she's been pursuing all her life.

I wonder if he's still trapped in the small world today. No, he probably got away with it! Or he's back home, in his mouth, in Kyushu. Or fly up to six circles, maybe this is the same way! Maybe I'll meet him again someday.

“But you're not gonna bully me like you used to! ”

Yet while Yang Miaozhen looked far away and remembered the past, there were also people staring at her - the face of fat powder, a kind of inclined city color. High hair bundle, reveals a snowy neck; tall shape, windy attitude like crane.

But between the faint eyebrows, there is always a gentle flair; an attack on the robe wrapped in a high-picked pose with a more mature rhyme. It was a mark of being a wife and a mother - a mark that was unbelievable and devastating to many in Qingyang, and unbelievable to imagine what kind of man she would be in agreement with.

At that time, she was just blurring out, not hiding anything, just trying to reduce some trouble.

“Whatever man is, he is two worlds apart from you, he cannot keep up with you, he is no longer worthy of you, I must be with you in the future.” Ling Xiaozi silently resolved to go to Yang Miaozhen.

Yang Miaojin sighed in his heart, and some trouble was still necessary.

After all, even if the small world is small enough to be the top ten beauties, it has to be one in a million. The world I have seen, though small, has fostered a kind of temperament and confidence.

In a world of rare spirituality and masculinity, she has not been able to leave home for 20 years. She has practiced with all her heart and soul. None of the talents and minds are comparable to those of the ordinary Brother Kindan.

The two are one, the charm is self-reliant.

The Dafu boat gradually approached Vientiane City, and that fascinating mirage became clearer and more spectacular.

“Sister Miaojin, do you know what the most powerful work of Vientiane Sect is?” Lingxiaozi came up to chat.

“It seems to be called The Book of Vientiane.” Yang Miaozhen thought.

“Nice, The Book of Vientiane contains countless volumes of the Book of Heaven, each of which makes you a fairy.” Nor did Ling Xiaozi reveal his envy. His current practice is far less than that of any volume of the Book of Heaven.

Yang Miaozhen listened. She was still very concerned about these matters related to practice, and the other disciples were surrounded.

Lingxiaozi became more and more excited: “But there is also a saying that the Book of Vientiane itself is one, not only the generic name of all the books of heaven, but also contains all the ways of work in the world, from which all the books of heaven derive. It is by virtue of this volume of the Book of Vientiane that the Vientiane Sect is able to survive the battle and continue to flourish. ”

“Not long ago, Vientiane fought the Demon People's War, and the Magic Realm sent a dozen Demon Emperors to lead the siege of millions of armies, and the mind of the Demon God came. The war was extremely devastating. Even the fax disciples who had been repaired by the Sun God had been damaged by half, and almost all of them had been destroyed. It was their big brother, Li Qingshan, who forced the devil to retreat before recovering the defeat. ”

He doesn't dare compare to the Big Brother of Vientiane Sect, but he's at least a Big Brother!

“What did you say?!” Yang Miaozhen looked stunned.