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The east wind blows through the peach forest.

Peach blossoms are flying all over the academy.

Peach blossoms that have nowhere to be placed scattered with the wind.

The stone steps that Luo Changfeng's ten-sen companion once lingered, fell on the quiet path in the forest, and fell quietly and playfully on the student's head crown belt like a butterfly.

Walking with the young students, the handsome girl in the academy dress, covered her face and smiled.

The boy stopped and turned around and looked at his handsome face that smiled as beautiful as a purple bamboo but was as beautiful as a peach blossom.

The girl reached out to pick the peach blossoms on the boy's head.

The girl opened her cherry mouth slightly, and the faint fragrance and light wind blew up the peach blossoms in her slender hands. Her eyes, which were as beautiful as autumn water, looked at the flying petals with deep affection.

The boy with a slightly red cheeks breathed heavily and undulating.

He finally plucked up the courage and held the soft hand of the girl who had already married her comrades.

The two were speechless and laughed at each other.

The two of them disappeared at the end of the quiet path with each other's hands.

...

If the Seventy-Two Peaks of Kunlun Jiange are the holy land of practicing swordsmanship in the world, then this Bodhi Academy, which has a long history, is not inferior to that of Jiange, and is the holy land of the six-character sect in the world of cultivation.

The sound of books is bright and joking, and the academy, which blooms endlessly, is as bright as the breeze. There is no killing, no swords and weapons, no blood, no grudges. Whether it is spring, summer, autumn and winter, no sun and snow, six words

Countless elegant students in the Door Court are always full of vitality.

This is the result of the thousand-year blessing of the three thousand Bodhi trees.

The towering Bodhi in the academy has protected the Taoist holy land for countless years, and Luo Changfeng is grateful and respectful.

But now, he just wants to sincerely seek the faith in this heart that has experienced countless years of storms, thunder and lightning to protect one person.

That man was his teacher.

That person is the guardian of the academy.

That person is also the second belief of countless teachers and students in the academy.

As a disciple who had already had all his cultivation, Wuxiang Daozong, who had lost his white hair, did not hesitate to take Dao Tiandong and tried his best to cross thousands of miles of mountains and rivers to fight against the old man Zhaixing who had perfect swordsmanship and sage the saint of Taoism.

One knife.

Luo Changfeng once thought that his teacher had recovered from his injuries and his cultivation level was restored. But when they returned to the gate of the academy, Luo Changfeng felt that he thought it was ridiculous.

Unprecedented fear and worry invaded the whole body. Luo Changfeng ran to Bodhi Garden with tears in his eyes, carrying an unconscious teacher.

Dean Zhuang, who rushed over to hear the news, checked the injury of his uncle Wuxiang Daozong. He didn't say a word in the last word, but just sighed deeply and shook his head.

With this huge academy and this Taoist holy land that has been passed down for thousands of years, the amazing Taoist masters in the Six Character Sect are helpless.

Luo Changfeng's heart was almost about to collapse!

If there is still someone in the academy who can save the teacher, it is definitely not the senior brother who has written "The Story of Stone" in Wuchen Temple, who has been writing "The Story of Stone" or the tragic Daokui who came from the Duan family in the bookstore.

, not the first person in the Shenyan Realm, Dean Zhuang, who is excellent in medical skills, nor is he the teacher himself.

If that person exists, it will be this Bodhi tree that has been sheltering the academy for countless years!

"That year, Emperor Yan ordered that the Bailou God General led his army to slaughter the Luo family. The disciples should have been dead, but fortunately, my father asked to send the map of the country and the mountains and rivers to avoid the difficulties."

"I have been lingering on Luoxia Mountain for three years, and I am about to forget who my surname is. I am not taking care of my old wine, so I will not be left on the street on an empty stomach."

"Three years later, my disciple went down the mountain and went to the academy to find Uncle Bai Yu that his father said."

"After Uncle Bai died in Bailou Gate, the disciples felt hopeless to take revenge. If the teacher and senior brother had not loved the disciple Liansheng Jue and the sword cultivation, the disciples might have given up on themselves long ago."

"That year, the disciples took the risk of attracting the twelve stars of Jingtian Qiao and the White Tower God General, who appeared, in fact, using the teacher."

"The teacher was not angry, but also helped him. Only then did the disciples were able to kill the White Tower God General in the Tu Luo family's entire family to pay tribute to the heroic souls in the ruins of the sea of ​​fire."

"The disciple is seriously injured and dying, and his life is in full swing."

Speaking of this, the tears in Luo Changfeng's eyes finally couldn't help falling.

"The teacher who has been injured by the Demon Punishment of Heaven has long been in tears at the snowy night, seriously injured Yan Bailou and enthroned the eight hundred sects."

"The teacher dispersed all his cultivation and crushed the sacred object of Chuanzi Sect with his own hands to heal his disciples. The disciple was deeply trapped in Kunlun, and the teacher did not hesitate to cross the thousands of miles to get a sword and fight with the sword saint..."

Luo Changfeng choked up.

"The teacher once said that the Bodhi tree is a statue left by the ancestor on earth, and the three thousand Bodhis are the eyes of the ancestor. The disciple knelt sincerely under the Bodhi tree, hoping that the three thousand Bodhis sons, who are radiant in the brilliance of the ancestor can

Open your eyes.”

...

Jiang Manlou stood under the stone steps in front of the Bodhi tree for a long time.

The stone steps just passed.

He listened quietly to Luo Changfeng's demands.

For the first time, he felt the heavy blood debt of Luo Changfeng's body, and for the first time he felt the powerlessness and helplessness of his fellow comrades who saw Daozong unconscious.

It was the first time I heard the soul message that was so fragile under the strong appearance.

Jiang Manlou has lost his heavy mood.

The unique smile of the world's number one young man was resurfaced on that handsome face.

Jiangman Tower climbed up the steps.

...

The sound of chaotic footsteps came from behind.

The footsteps were mixed with Jiang Manlou’s excitement: “Changfeng! Daozong, Daozong…”

Luo Changfeng stood up suddenly: "What's wrong with him, teacher?"

Jiang Manlou pressed Luo Changfeng's shoulder with both hands: "Dao Zong is awake, he is calling your name..."

"Teacher." Luo Changfeng left.

...

Luo Changfeng broke into the elegant courtyard of Bodhi Garden.

After seeing Dean Zhuang who had been guarding here and dozens of six-character sect masters such as Yan Lu, he stopped and bowed.

Luo Changfeng rushed into the room.

Then he knelt in front of the bed of Wuxiang Daozong: "Teacher, Changfeng is here, Changfeng is here."

The Wuxiang Dao Sect, who woke up but could no longer see the light, touched Luo Changfeng's hand.

He called Huangfu Yi's name again.

Huangfu Yi and Luo Changfeng knelt side by side in front of the bed.

Wuxiang Daozong gently patted his disciples' hands, and a hint of relief appeared on his tired and old face.

The laughter of Wuxiang Dao Sect has long been hoarse.

Tears slid down the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes.

"The old Taoist has been granted eleven disciples in his life, but he cannot protect them. Even your senior brother Qingshu is disabled."

"I am ashamed of being a teacher, I feel heartbroken!"

"You two are the heirs of Wuchuan's sect. You can ensure that you are both fully qualified before your death. Wuxiang will finally be in peace after leaving."

The withered yellow hands fell on the edge of the bed.

Wuxiang Daozong closed his eyes kindly.

From then on, my eyes closed!

Luo Changfeng and Huangfu Yi suddenly looked up! They were heartbroken!

...

In the courtyard, the road and forests in front of the Bodhi Academy, countless Bodhi flowers withered all over the ground at this moment, and countless wisdom trees withered instantly.

It seemed as if the soul wind from the underworld rushed to the academy, and the wind took away the soul of the Dao Sect.

The wind passes by the dead flowers and trees, and it is a mess.

Bodhi jacquards flying all over the sky in the academy.

Bodhi flowers fell on the mirrored platforms in the inner courtyard, in the six-character gate of the outer courtyard, in front of the door of the Sweeper in the library, among the towers in the Wuchen Taoist Temple, and in the wind blowing

In the purple bamboo forest with the sound of bamboo leaves, it fell in the forgotten river that was snowing all year round.

The Bodhi flower finally fell in the Bodhi Garden.

Seeing the falling flowers in the sky, Dean Zhuang was sad.

Then he bowed and knelt in front of the door.

Dozens of six-character sect masters followed and bowed.

Jiang Manlou, who arrived a few steps later, was stunned when he saw everyone kneeling down.

The blind senior brother Qingshu in Wuchen Taoist Temple bent down and picked up the scattered Bodhi jacquard.

The sweeper Dao Kui, who was in front of the library, bent down in that direction respectfully.

Outside the Six-character Gate and the Mingjing Taichung, all the students stood up one after another, all the Qingyi teachers were watching, countless eyes were looking at the flowers in the sky, and countless people were silent.

Bodhi Academy is silent at this moment!

The fate of Tao disperses and the soul returns, and the flowers all over the mountains are falling to worship Bodhi!

In the spring of the 41st year of the Great Yan, the saint of Wuxiang Daozong died!