Reincarnation of the Empress: My senior brother has the appearance of a great emperor

Dang! ——Dang! ——Dang! ——Bai

Yue Sect, the melodious bells echoed among the major mountain peaks.

Disciples from all peaks gathered in the sect square.

This is the first such large-scale action since the Baiyue Sect sealed the mountain.

In front of the main hall, Lin Tianchen was making an impassioned speech.

The faces of a group of sect disciples were filled with excitement, and they were all gearing up, waiting for Lin Tianchen's final order.

At Su Yun's suggestion, the top management of Bai Yue Sect held an emergency meeting and unanimously determined that this was the day when Bai Yue Sect came out of the mountain.

The original decision to close the mountain was also because the Baiyue Sect's performance was too scary. Considering that it would be spied on by other forces, keeping a low profile for a period of time was the best choice.

In addition, there are also worries about revenge from people in the upper world.

But after more than a year, if I could come, I should have come long ago.

Since he didn't come, there is no need for the Baiyue Sect to be full of soldiers and delay its own development.

"You are all the best disciples of my Baiyue Sect. You must be careful during this experience and handle everything calmly. Sword cultivators should uphold their true intentions at all times and be fearless!"

"The purpose of this experience is one word: fight!"

"But in our Baiyue Sect, even if we fight, we must fight openly and openly!"

"Remember, the disciples of the Baiyue Sect should not join forces with demons and evil spirits in the great struggle of the world. Do you understand?"

"Please follow the teachings of the leader!"*n

"Go ahead."

Under the arrangements of the elders, the disciples set off from the Baiyue Sect one by one.

Looking at the empty square in an instant, Lin Tianchen's eyes flashed with worry

"well~"

"The leader does not need to sigh, the young eagle always spreads its wings. Now that I, Bai Yue Sect, have been blessed with luck, the strength of the disciples of the sect has improved by leaps and bounds. If we still can't compete like this, then we can only say that this is our fate."

"Yes, today’s generation is much better than ours back then."

All the elders sighed one after another, it was like the Yangtze River where the waves behind pushed the waves in front, and the waves in front died on the beach.

Su Yun looked speechless.

"Masters, don’t be discouraged. In this great world, I believe you will be able to regain your second youth soon."

"Well, what Senior Nephew Su Yun said is true...Nonsence!"

"What is the second spring? Your uncle and I are in the same year now!"

Everyone's face turned dark. Speaking of which, as monks, they are not very old.

Although they are not as good as these handsome young men, they are not as young as the second generation.

And now that the cultivation environment of the sect has improved, so have these older generations. Their cultivation level has soared.

To put it bluntly, who can be the master or the leader, who has the lowest talent?

If the training environment of Baiyue Sect was not poor in the past, they would also be the genius of the generation.

"correct."Lin Tianchen thought of something and said:"Recently, the land of evil has been invaded frequently, and the demonic forces in the entire Western Wasteland have become more and more rampant, and there is a vague tendency to compete with my righteous path."

"Our Zhongzhou is doing relatively well. The demon lord of the land of evil was killed by Master Nephew Su Yun. Nowadays, there is relatively little movement in the cracks of the abyss, but there are also many disciples of the demon sect making trouble."

"As for the situation in other states, the situation is not optimistic. Wuji, the first of the eight evil earths, has occupied half of the Qingzhou area, and the devil's path is brilliant!"

Everyone was silent.

Among the eight evil lands in the Abyss and Rift, Zhongzhou is the weakest.

Rumor has it that the first four demon lords in the evil land are the dividing line from the last four.

The last four are all at the Saint King level. Starting from the fourth place is the Holy Emperor Realm.

As for the No. 1 Wuji Demon Lord, no one knows how strong he is.

"This time the Shengguang Mansion contacted me, it means that it has united with other sects to launch an attack on the land of evil in Zhongzhou, to eliminate the demon sect and restore peace to the world."

"This is another reason why I am considering lifting the lockdown"

"Are you finally planning to take action against the Land of Era?"

"Junior Nephew Su Yun, what do you have to say?"

Everyone looked at Su Yun who was about to slip away.

"I? Gao Jian is out of the question."Su Yun waved his hand and said with a smile:"It's just that in my opinion, the so-called devil way is the same as other ways. The devil way is not the evildoer, it is the magic sect, but there are also many people who devote themselves to cultivating in the magic sect."

"Well"

"What do you think, Master Nephew Su Yun said?"

If a junior had said such rebellious words, they would have been so frightened that they would have been slapped away.

After all, it is a deeply rooted concept in the hearts of the people that demons and monsters bring harm to the world.

But Su Yun's words are the words of a saint, and they must have their own meaning. Su Yun pondered for a moment and said softly:"There are three thousand avenues. There is no distinction between high and low, and there is no distinction between good and evil. It is just how the cultivator uses it. Let me ask you, masters, is the way of swordsmanship a brilliant avenue?"

Lin Tianchen nodded:"Of course it is.""

"There are thousands of sword cultivators in the world, but are there any evil people?"

"nature...There are also"

"Is there any alchemist doing evil?"

"have"

"Could there be an array master killing people and setting fires?"

"have"

"In this case, it is the same type."Su Yun shook his head and walked out,"It's not the Tao that's bad, it's the human heart."

Lin Tianchen and others looked at each other, seeming to have some realization in their hearts.

"Nephew! Seeing Su Yun slowly walking away, Lin Tianchen hurriedly shouted:"Does my nephew want to participate in this battle?""

"No need, I’ll go back to the mountain to accompany my junior sister."

Everyone:"..."

Chen Daoran said:"Senior nephew Su Yun is indifferent by nature, and I'm afraid he won't like to get involved in this kind of thing. Master, I think it's better to ask the ancestors to take charge."

"OK"...

Qingxuan Peak, in the courtyard.

Leng Yiyi was reading a book in her hand.

There was a look of helplessness in his eyes.

Over the past few days, she almost lost her sword. She followed Su Yun to travel around the mountains and rivers every day, or she would come back and read a book.

Moreover, these books are not the essence of swordsmanship, but a series of Taoist scriptures.

This made Leng Yiyi helpless.

A monk doesn't practice but reads books. Does senior brother still want me to take the exam to obtain merit?

Just as I was thinking about it, a figure walked along the road down the mountain.

"Senior brother."

Leng Yiyi immediately put down the book

"When will senior brother teach me the way of swordsmanship?"

"Not urgent. Su Yun smiled and said,"Come, grind the ink for me.""

"Grinding ink?"

Leng Yiyi was puzzled.

Then she saw Su Yun walking aside, and there was an extra piece of rice paper on the long flat table.

Leng Yiyi was stunned:"Brother, do you want to paint?"

"Um"

"Well...Do you know?"

Leng Yiyi was quite skeptical.

In my impression, what Su Yun did most was chopping firewood, boiling water for cooking, fishing and other things. He was said to be a monk, but in fact he was more like a village man in the mountains.

But now the style has changed, senior brother Actually want to paint?

"nonsense."Su Yun rolled his eyes,"What do you think I've been doing this year?

Leng Yiyi was silent for a moment and asked:"Does senior brother practice?""

"Cough, cough!"

Seeing Su Yun's look, Leng Yiyi understood in her heart.

Sure enough, he didn't practice, he is indeed a senior brother.

"When it comes to practicing this kind of thing, just go with the flow, just go with the flow. Su Yun laughed,"Come, let's see our senior brother's skills.""

Leng Yiyi walked over and polished Su Yun's ink.

She was born in a merchant's family and had been exposed to music, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, so she knew a little about these.

The moment Su Yun picked up his pen, his temperament changed..

Leng Yiyi's eyelids twitched. The next moment, the brush was dipped in ink and landed on the rice paper.

As the tip of the pen moved, there was a mysterious and bitter Taoist rhyme.

As Su Yun sketched stroke by stroke, the Taoist rhyme rose. came out and wrapped around Su Yun.

Leng Yiyi could see that she was fascinated.

After a while, a painting was completed.

It wasn't until Su Yun put down the pen that she suddenly woke up. After seeing the painting clearly, she was even more shocked.

"how?"Su Yun said with a smile

"Brother, this..."Leng Yiyi blinked,"Is it me?"

"Of course it’s you."

In the scroll, it was Leng Yiyi standing with a sword.

It was so expressive and charming that Leng Yiyi herself couldn't believe it. When she took a closer look, her mind seemed to be instantly integrated into the scroll.

And she also changed He became the person in the painting and began to dance with the sword.

The sword skills were used over and over again, all of which he had practiced thousands of times, but when he was performing them at this moment, there was an indescribable artistic conception.

Immersed in it, Leng Yiyi's sword power was also rising rapidly.

She really wanted to stay immersed in this state.

But soon, her mind wandered, and she returned to the original place in a daze.

"Brother, this painting...so amazing."

Leng Yiyi's eyes were horrified.

"Look again."

Leng Yiyi was puzzled. When she looked at the painting again, it seemed to have changed again.

Just now, it was a sword cultivator as elegant as dust, independent from the world. But in the blink of an eye, the picture darkened, and there were bones everywhere and the smell of blood.

This scene, Astonishingly, it was a picture of her holding a three-foot green peak, killing those who had ulterior motives!

Because of this battle, she has been known as the Blood Sword Cultivator.

And as the picture appeared, the aura around Leng Yiyi was also A thick blood evil replaced it, which was very scary.

This time, it took longer than before. Even Leng Yiyi wanted to go out or stop, but she couldn't do it.

After a long time, Leng Yiyi finally came back to her senses, her face turned pale, There was even fine sweat on her forehead.

She panted and stood silently.

Su Yun looked at her and said softly:"You have too much murderous intention in your heart, and you are stubborn and stubborn. If you stay like this for a long time, you will easily be killed." lead oneself astray"

"A swordsman has a sword in his heart. The sword in your heart is a killing sword. There is nothing wrong with this. However, the way of swordsmanship is all-encompassing. If you only indulge in killing people, you will not be able to reach a higher realm."

"What is a sword?"

"Kill as a sword"

"Benevolence and righteousness are swords"

"The swordsman can have the common people in his heart, and he can also kill tens of millions of people in one rage."

"But no matter what kind of sword, the Tao in the heart cannot be changed. If the Tao is stable, the sword's will is endless. Whether it is killing or benevolence, it can all be done in a single thought."

"If the Tao is not stable, it will be shackled by obsessions and unable to make progress."

"In the blink of an eye, the infinite sword intention gathers one mind, this is...Kenshin!"

Su Yun's words, with a hint of Taoist rhyme, turned into mantras and floated into Leng Yiyi's mind.

Under the influence of the Tree of Heavenly Dao, each word was like a natural Dao, washing Leng Yiyi's heart.

This For a moment, the killing that was immersed in Leng Yiyi's heart was purified, replaced by an indescribable sense of sublimation.

Leng Yiyi felt relaxed all over, as if a huge mountain had been lifted off her body. She kept a low profile and washed away the beauty.

Watching She, Su Yun, smiled slightly.

Then he walked into the room.

The junior sister had realized, and he had also realized the art of swordsmanship.

In addition, after settling down over the past year, his state of mind had already reached a peak.

"This time, let’s try to see if we can break through to the eleventh level."...