The Ten Directions of Heaven and Earth

The sound of the flute was getting closer and closer, and gradually sounded like it was ringing in his ears. At this moment, Xiao Chen was also stunned on the spot. The sound of the flute was...

He raised his head and looked at the azure figure floating from the sky. At this moment, it seemed that the entire eyes had lost color, only that figure was getting closer and closer.

The woman's green clothes were fluttering, approaching from a distance, and her feet were not touched by dust. She seemed to be the only color in the sky. Her arrival made the originally dead and silent mountains a little more alive.

The woman landed on the ground, put away the jade flute in her hand, and stepped forward step by step. Her whole body was like an iceberg. Even masters such as Yin Yang Dharma King and Soul Eater Hall Master felt suffocated at this moment, let alone It's the two old men in green in Wuji Hall. ❅

She was Ling Yin, she came with an expressionless face, she was the most beautiful person in the world, and also the coldest person in the world.

It wasn't until she got closer that King Yin Yang realized that this person was Fairy Miaoyin, one of the seven deities of the Xuan Qing Sect. That is Xiao Yichen's former master?

At this moment, he became cautious and careful. He had a very high moral character, but at this moment, he could not tell the depth of this woman who was walking slowly towards him.

Seeing that the other party ignored him and walked towards Xiao Yichen, Yin Yang Dharma King felt even more uneasy. He blocked her in front of her and said coldly, "Fairy Miaoyin, this is not your Immortal Five Realm, and this person is no longer you." Xuan Qingmen disciple, it’s not your turn to take care of Dingfeng City’s affairs, right?”

The atmosphere seemed to freeze for an instant. As soon as he finished saying these words, Yin Yang Dharma King felt an inexplicable chill. This chill came from those two calm eyes.

Ling Yin stopped and looked at him. He flicked his sleeves lightly. It was just such a gentle flick, but it seemed to bring an irresistible force!

Yin Yang Dharma King suddenly felt his breath suffocating. At this moment, it seemed as if a huge force was pressing towards him. He couldn't resist it. His feet kept "thumping" and retreated. In the end, he was stunned by this blow. The force was so strong that it flew away without any resistance.

The two old men in green from the Wuji Hall turned pale with fright. The Master of the Soul-eating Hall of the Poison Dragon Castle also trembled all over, and his face suddenly turned as pale as paper. Is this Master Yaoguang from the Xuanqing Sect? Even Yin Yang Dharma King couldn't withstand the power of her gentle brush. How terrible has her cultivation level reached?

The Master of the Soul-Eating Hall was so frightened that he no longer hesitated at this moment. He made a slight seal with his hands and instantly turned into a mist and fled into the distance.

Yin Yang Dharma King settled down and stood firm. He was also frightened at this moment and did not dare to stay any longer. With a flick of his hands, he immediately took the two old men in green and turned into a black mist and left.

The surroundings gradually returned to tranquility.

"division……"

Xiao Chen lowered his head, his eyes were hidden under the black robe, and his appearance and expression at this time could not be seen. However, the two words "Master" that were once so familiar to him could not be said out loud. His figure swayed and he went away.

"stop!"

Ling Yin's eyes were cold and he immediately chased after him. Almost in an instant, he was standing in front of him with his back turned.

Xiao Chen raised his head and glanced at her back, gritted his teeth, and continued running in another direction. However, no matter how fast he ran, Ling Yin could always block him in an instant.

"Go back with me."

Her voice was cold and cold, as if she had no emotion at all. Even though things were different now, she was still the same cold person she was before.

"go back……"

Xiao Chen's face was hidden under his robe, so we couldn't see what he looked like at this moment. We could only hear his bitter smile, "Where am I going back now..."

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Chen turned his back to her, not daring to look at her again, and said word by word, "The past is like smoke, and it is hard to catch up with the passing water. You and I have become masters and disciples, so why bother to stop me today?" …”

The wind blows coldly, and I think back to those days, on the Zixiao Peak, there were green flowers and green flowers on the Yaotai, and the handsome young man in white. The master and the apprentice were wielding swords. They were so free and happy between heaven and earth. Now, it seems as if they are separated by thousands of mountains. , ten thousand heavy water.

"I'm leaving and I won't go back again. Take care..."

Xiao Chen choked out the last sentence, stepped forward, ran into the forest ahead, and gradually disappeared without a trace.

This time, Ling Yin stood on the spot and did not chase him anymore. She just looked at the direction he was leaving quietly. Her clothes were fluttering, and she still looked like the Zixiao fairy who did not eat the fireworks of the world. But her eyes were clear. A little more sad.

I don't know how long it took, but a man's voice suddenly came from behind, "Junior sister."

I saw a man in white with lofty eyebrows coming from a distance. That man was none other than Lord Tianji Yi Huanzhen.

Yi really looked at Ling Yin, who was standing still, and said, "Senior brother knows that you are here. There is a mixed crowd here in Dingfeng City. Senior brother doesn't trust you, so he asked me to come and take a look."

After saying that, he looked far away in the direction where Xiao Chen left, and after a long time he said, "The young eagle spreads its wings and will eventually have its own world. Just let him go..."

Ling Yin slowly turned around, with still no trace of emotion on his face, and suddenly said, "That person, he wasn't dead back then."

Yi Hua took a deep breath and sighed slowly, "The things in this world are often beyond the control of the world. The best we can do is to have peace of mind. But if everything has a cause, it will have a result."

When he said this, he slowly looked at Ling Yin, "Just like you saved Yichen back then. The cause of today will be the result of tomorrow."

…

Let's talk about Xiao Chen. He ran all the way, not listening to the wind in his ears, not caring about the difficulties and obstacles ahead, and not knowing how far he ran. He just wanted to leave those shadows far behind him, but no matter how fast he was, those scenes from the past were always there. He couldn't get it out of his mind.

When he came to a stream, he finally stopped. The reflection in the water, the face hidden under the robe, was actually full of tears.

"The past is like smoke, and it is hard to recover the passing water. You and I are both masters and disciples..."

A man doesn't shed tears lightly, but it's just not the time to feel sad.

"Master..."

His voice was choked. How many times had he woke up in the cold night with these two words in his mouth? Even that time when he jumped from the Immortal Burial Cliff, just before losing consciousness, he seemed to see his master chasing him down. .

It was like a long dream that kept repeating. In the dream, I always heard the master whispering in my ear, "A thousand years later, we will meet again, meet again..."

Once, it seemed that as long as Master was by his side, he was not afraid of anything. It seemed as if Master was his strongest support forever. Even when he was being chased by Yin Yang Dharma King just now, Master was still protecting him.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Chen wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. The two eyes in the water gradually became firmer. From now on, everything will be different.

…

One day later, he came to the edge of the mountain. He had prepared enough food and water. The vegetation in front of him was getting thinner and thinner. Instead, there was an endless stretch of yellow sand, the same color as the sky and the earth.

As Xiao Chen got closer and closer, a burning sensation gradually hit his face. How many people had died in this mysterious desert of death? How many dead bones are buried under the yellow sand? he does not know.

He only knew that he had to go through. He was no longer the young man who always needed his master to protect him. He wanted to become stronger, instead of having his master to protect him every time. He wanted to protect his master.