Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan - For Yang Miaozhen, the name is too engraving.

Not just a man, a man who once conquered her, took possession of her, or the father of a child. She is a natural practitioner, long enough to wear away everything.

However, God knows how lonely she is as a practitioner in a small world where warriors are male. Like a seabird born without its kind, it flies in solitude towards distant targets.

She also had feelings for teenage girls, but she was born with an endless appearance, with countless pursuits and temptations, but could not be moved; she also aspired to be able to scold the river and lake, be a woman, not just a ten beauty, but clearly possessed the talent to become a powerful martial artist, but could only be trapped in the view.

Whatever it takes, all she can rely on is the myth of nothingness. When she moves alone in the dark, she feels she is dying. And then he shows up and tells her you're on the right path!

The light illuminates everything.

Even after many years, she remembered that time when her heart trembled, far more than when he first occupied her. Of course, she was also very happy at the time, although the acquaintance was very brief, there was hardly any resistance, and the desire of the Seven Loves was human nature, let alone him.

Everyone says she's naturally cold, but he says the road to practice is destined to be lonely. Remember when you said goodbye, he said, "No matter how light-hearted you are, I know that you are a valued person, afraid that there is something in your heart that you cannot cut off. ”

But she did not know that he was the only one whose life she had cherished, and there was nothing else that could not be removed.

Therefore, to constantly remind myself, Li Qingshan is just an ordinary practitioner. The cultivation in that year was only about three days of robbery and the realm of the former Baby Brother. It may seem powerful and special in the small world, but there are countless human beings like this, and now she just needs to work harder and quickly to reach it.

That's how she was, trying to diminish his impression.

Yet decades later, suddenly he heard his name again, and the reaction made her realize that everything was futile, like a birthmark, not washable with water.

For a while, I don't know if I should laugh or cry.

Ling Xiaozi was also stunned. Never before had he seen such a vivid expression on Yang Miaozhen's face, which was ten times more moving than at any time in his memory. If you can stay with her and see her show this face all the time, it doesn't even matter if you can be a fairy or not.

The disciples were completely immersed in the legend and talked about:

“How could Brother Yanggod fall? Is the demon so terrible? ”

“Isn't the god the real fairy?" ”

“Nonsense, of course true fairies, the twelve demons of the magic are all true fairies! ”

“Brother, why is Li Qingshan so good? ”

Everything in Li Qingshan's mouth is too far away for them. Brother Yang is already difficult for them to reach. The demon god is even more incredible. As for what kind of monster is Li Qingshan the exorcist god, he can't even imagine.

Qingyang real person shook his head and came in: “That Li Qingshan is more than amazing. I heard that he flew up to the human path for only a few dozen years. At first, it was just three days of mending. It is said that he has now passed six times of heavenly robbery, and has been led into the world of extreme joy to become a general of the Galaxy Blue God. ”

Obviously, before that, he would have carefully investigated the situation of Vientiane Sect, while Li Qingshan, the eldest brother who was the head of the facsimile disciple, was a non-negligible existence. But while talking, he also frowned and looked incredible, much like those disciples.

“How is that possible! ”

The disciples shouted and blew up the pot, even Ling Qingzi was no exception. With regard to Li Qingshan's story, he obviously only heard that Qingyang real people did not know it as carefully.

Yang Miaozhen was able to survive two days of robbery in just a few decades, reaching the peak of Brother Jindan. In their view, he was already a genius. In the same time period, four, five, six heavenly robberies in a row were more difficult, and it seemed completely impossible to think about them. This surprise is so intense that we can't help but reveal our doubts by forgetting to respect our teachers.

Only Yang Miaozhen did not reveal any unexpected colours. Only faintly, he affirmed his judgment - Li Qingshan of the small world, after all, was only a fix of three heavenly robberies.

Of course, although there are many people of the same name in the world, “Li Qingshan” is not a particularly remote name, but she has little doubt that 100% can be confirmed. Li Qingshan is that Li Qingshan. No matter how many Li Qingshan there are in the world, there is no other Li Qingshan beside Li Qingshan who can do such things.

It didn't seem strange that the King of Man, who had played around the small world, would continue to play around the world.

‘That man, here it is! ’

However, she finds it interesting that Qingyang's real person also became somewhat unsure in the face of his disciples' questioning: "Well, it may not have survived six days of robbery! Brother Yangshen, who had survived at least five heavenly robberies, could not have done so without the Great Brother of Vientiane. ”

She almost laughed, though she didn't know why she wanted to.

Probably like a child who had been trying to surpass his father, one day he grew up and became taller and stronger, finding that his father was not as tall and stronger as he remembered when he was a child, even smaller and thinner than the others, and suddenly finding that his father's hidden identity was the richest in the world.

This wonderful mood is probably not experienced by many people in the world.

Yang Miaozhen smiled slightly and suddenly calmed down on the deck. The disciples stared at her obsessively.

When the male disciples glanced at her, they had to look away and couldn't help but look. It is as if to face an overly bright light that cannot be watched for long, let alone ignored. Instead, the disciples look at each other with no eyes turned, no jealousy, only appreciation.

Lingxiao couldn't help herself. She turned completely dizzy and suddenly smiled for some reason. I've known her so long, I don't think I've ever seen her smile like that.

“Mitsuko, you... do you know that Li Qingshan?” Even Qingyang real person suddenly slightly excited, he is not as obsessed as his own disciple, acutely noticed Yang Miaozhen's unusual performance.

“Tell Master, I know him.” Yang Miaozhen misses words like gold, but does not lie.

“Sister, do you know Li Qingshan?” “Can't be renamed! ”

The disciples were surprised. Even how to admire Yang Miaozhen, it was difficult to connect distant legends with the living people in front of them for a while.

“So... what's your relationship? ”

Qingyang real people get more excited, look at Yang Miaojin's eyes is really hotter than Lingzi's. He wanted to invest in Vientiane, but he also wanted to sell a good price in exchange for some more resources to get a chance to go further and survive five days of robbery. Facsimile disciples are very different from indoor disciples, Yin and Yang.

If he can get on with the relationship of Brother Wan Xiangzong, let Li Qingshan recruit him into Wan Xiangzong, the treatment will surely be better than his own surrender, and when the great robbery comes, there will be a big relying mountain, at least it will not be treated as a random abandoned son.

Yang Miaozhen hesitated for a moment to say, "He was my husband”, but at the time of the separation, he personally said, "They are not husband and wife”. Although he was helping her cut her off, he had always cared for her very much.

"I gave birth to a child for him in the small world," he said. ”

“No, that's impossible!” Lingxiaozi was shocked and couldn't believe it: “It must be the same name.” Without believing, but having to believe, how could she have liked it if it had not been for such a man?

Qingyang real people are overjoyed, but there is still a slight suspicion. They are also scared that they have the same name, so they can rejoice in the air.

At this point, Vientiane is close at hand.

In the shallow sea, a statue of a majestic human figure gradually emerged from the vapor of obsession. His eyebrows were strong, his eyes were strong, he was resolute, he was wearing armor, and his hands pressed the knife, like he was guarding the Vientiane Sect. Probably some fax disciple kissing his ass. Everyone thought that after Lin Xuan, the dust of the Big Brother settled, and that Vientiane Sect would come to reign for a long time.

Qingyang real person pointed at the statue and asked: "Is that what it looks like? ”

Yang Miaozhen stared at the statue. He was also like a fool, muttering: “Exactly the same. ”

Lingxiao's face was as dead as ash, breaking the last line of fantasy.

Qingyang Real People can't even take into account the feelings of their big disciples, they are excited by patience, and ask: "O apprentice, why are you separated?” With such an extinct thigh, why bother to come to practice in the view of his trail? If he had joined Vientiane Sect early on, and Li Qingshan had photographed him again, his talent would have been at least Yuan Baby Brother, not to mention any grudges.

‘Padawan?’ Yang Miaozhen truly wanted to turn her white eyes. One of the things that made her quite disillusioned after coming to the human path was that practitioners were not as lucid and dedicated as the legend. Most of them did not have the courageous, sophisticated and fearless spirit of Li Qingshan.

Often in a group of people, she is the most practitioner-like one, including her master - the Qingyang subjective - who often doesn't go anywhere, not only greeting good drinks, but also enjoying traveling in the clouds.

She took it for granted: "I want to fly! ”

“Is he okay with you?” Qingyang real people sent out their final test.

“He was nice to me.” Yang Mya really doesn't hesitate.

“Good apprentice, how do you feel about being a teacher to you?” Qingyang Real People rubbed their hands and revealed a flattering smile to their disciples. But no one found it strange that, apart from the rollers, other disciples of Qingyang Watching Yang Miaozhen's eyes were full of admiration, as if that statue sculpture was her.

Good apprentice? ’Yang Miaozhen finally couldn't help but turn a white eye.

At this time, Dafu sailed into the bay and docked at the pier - Vientiane Zong arrived.