There's something wrong with my master.

In short, both kings agreed not to fight, even though Xue Yunjian always said that Lang Yatian was a dying cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Stage.

But the Tribulation Period is the Tribulation Period, and Langya Tian is one of the cultivators standing at the pinnacle of this world.

As for the two kings, they had the ability to overcome tribulations, so naturally they did not need to rely on the dynasty's luck to practice.

If your cultivation is low, you must be obedient, otherwise you will be beaten.

"The Pavilion Master is back."

When the maid Xiao Cai saw Tiankong's chubby figure, her tone was very excited.

She was just a mortal who was rescued by disciples of Langya Pavilion during a flood.

To go to the palace in heaven and the land, one has to rely on talismans that have been drawn long ago.

"Thank you for your hard work, fellow Daoist." Yun Changsheng clasped his hands together and bowed.

Although I am reluctant to do so, I will always admire such actions that care about the people.

No matter what he is thinking in his heart, what his purpose is, or what evil things he will do in the future, at least at this moment, he is really accumulating merits.

Even Rong Xiaoyu, who always looks like a cold and aloof female hero, had a look of admiration in her eyes.

These days she is still walking around Langya City, painting mountains and rivers, but there are many more people in the paintings these two days.

They were all ragged refugees, eating porridge and bread.

With the comfort of the Langya Pavilion disciples, their eyes were no longer cloudy and they began to look forward to the future.

Rong Xiaoyu thought that if there was a place like Langya City nearby during that snowy winter, perhaps she and Yun Lang would settle down there.

Then they became an ordinary couple in the mortal world, living and working in peace and contentment, supporting each other and raising children.

"It's not painful. What is really painful is what you are doing, fellow Taoist." Lang Yatian looked at the black coffin, a meaningful hint flashed in his tired eyes.

A day later, although there were still minor disasters, there was no need to dispatch Langya Tian, ​​who was in the Tribulation Crossing Stage, and the disciples of Langya Pavilion were able to handle them.

The palace in the sky flew down again and turned into a small house.

Occasionally, the sound of playing piano and flute can be heard, and the music lingers in the beautiful mountain scenery.

Lang Yatian's wife closed her eyes and lay in a chair basking in the sun with a peaceful look on her face.

The maid picked a lot of flowers and fiddled with them, filling the courtyard with the fragrance of all kinds of flowers.

Lang Yatian put away his zither and told his wife what had happened in the past few days.

He smiled and said that the two kings were very polite and open-minded, and were very courteous when they saw him.

His tone was gentle and cautious, he stuttered occasionally, then smiled and shook his head.

In the evening, Lang Yatian and Yun Changsheng made an appointment to go fishing, and his wife lay beside them.

Langya Tian described the surrounding scenery vividly, conveying all the good information.

The maid Xiao Cai looked at the Pavilion Master with admiration, and Yun Changsheng was very familiar with this look.

He had the same look when Lin Xi saved him.

"The Pavilion Master is very nice and never scolds anyone. I heard from the immortals that the Pavilion Master is one of the most powerful people in the immortal world, but he has never bullied the weak."

"And he really loves his wife, but it's a pity that things in the world are so unpredictable."

The little maid sighed with regret in her eyes.

Yun Changsheng did not comment. At night, the cry for help rang out on time, carrying with it a desolation and confusion that penetrated the years.

He ignored it and just thought about it. He practiced very hard in the past two days, and sure enough, he no longer dreamed about his master.

It seems that the first two times I dreamed about Master might really be because I was slacking off in my practice.

A day later, Langyatian set out again.

This time, it was not people who were rescued, but animals.

After the two monks finished their fight, they caused a forest fire. The mountain range became one, and it looked endless. God knows how many living creatures were in it.

In an emergency, Lang Yatian rushed to the scene in person.

The trip lasted a whole day, and when he came back, he brought a monk who also needed to practice merit.

The fishing duo thus became a fishing trio, and the monk planned to stay here for a few days.

Then two men who were often in the air force sat aside while the monk performed his skills alone.

The key point is that monks do not eat meat, and they release the fish after catching them.

When the maid Xiao Cai saw her idol making a fool of herself, her face turned black and she glared at the monk angrily, hoping that the bald man would stop.

The monk was very perceptive and the fish finally got off the hook and escaped.

At night, the monk was bored and insisted on discussing Taoism with Yun Changsheng.

"Master Xianzhi, I still have to practice and I really don't have time." Yun Changsheng shook his head and refused. He didn't want to slack off in his practice and then have a nightmare again.

After finishing speaking, Yun Changsheng began to shift the blame and said with a smile: "Master Xianzhi, go find Xiao Jianjian. He used to be Tianyun's sword. He knows a lot and has a lot of experience. I'm sure you will be able to talk to him."

The most important thing is that Xue Yunjian is also a chatterbox. Once the two annoying guys are sent away, it will be quiet here.

Yun Changsheng looked at the quiet Rong Xiaoyu, and suddenly felt that the more he looked at this girl, the more he liked her.

It would be nice if everyone were like this girl.

"Tianyun's sword?" Upon hearing this, Xianzhi turned his gaze to the Xueyun Sword that was telling a story to the Heiguan.

"Senior Xiao Jianjian?"

Snow Cloud Sword: ...

Who do you think you are, bald guy, to dare to call him like that!

After he chased after Hyun-ji and knocked over a bag, he maintained his persona as a cool senior.

But halfway through the story, Xianzhi suddenly asked, "Senior, have you ever heard anyone asking for help?"

"No." Xueyun Sword shook the hilt.

Xianzhi looked at Yun Changsheng and Rong Xiaoyu, and they both shook their heads.

"Maybe I heard it wrong."

Xianzhi shook her head, clasped her hands together, and looked compassionate.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the central palace floating in the sky with a puzzled look on his face.

The cry for help seemed to come from there, but the voice sounded in my heart.

He clasped his hands together and a colorful light lit up on his chest. This time, the sound finally sounded clearer.

It was indeed a cry for help.

"Save... me, please."

Seeing this, Yun Changsheng shook his head helplessly and looked at the Snow Cloud Sword, "Can we go now?"

"In one more day, your aura here will be completely solidified."

Yun Changsheng fell silent after hearing this.

It seems that his bad luck has started to take effect again. He thought it was better to have less trouble than more.

Or should we just knock this monk out?

Chapter 84 Let Each Other Go

Monk Xianzhi was not knocked unconscious in the end.

This monk looks silly, but he has the power of a combined body. It is not easy to completely bypass Lang Yatian's sight and knock him out.

After Yun Changsheng looked at the Xueyun Sword, he had no choice but to give up.

At dawn, Langya Tian still had nothing to do that day. He carried the entire mountain on his back and brought the red spider lilies in the sky that were made up of palaces on land, and changed the address of Langya Pavilion.

The reason is that he is afraid that his wife will get bored if she lives in the same environment for too long.

Then not only the address of Langya Pavilion changed, but also the scenery on the mountain changed.

Yun Changsheng once again felt the earth-shaking power of the cultivator who was transcending tribulation.

The whole mountain began to enter autumn, and the leaves turned yellow and fell one after another.

The sound of falling leaves and the sound of the piano harmonize to compose a song.

"My lady, do you like it?" Lang Yatian said in a gentle tone, his eyes looking at the falling leaves.

While everyone over there was expressing their deep affection, Yun Changsheng was just counting the time, preparing to say goodbye and leave.

But some things always go against one's wishes, and Monk Xianzhi is a chatterbox who can't sit still.

He suddenly mentioned this.

"Fellow Daoist, I seemed to hear someone nearby calling for help last night."

"Hmm? Could it be that one of my disciples has done something unscrupulous?"

Lang Yatian had no doubts, and after hearing Xianzhi's words, he decided to investigate the matter thoroughly.

The pressure of the tribulation aura rushed to the sky.

Langya Tian had cultivated merits for tens of thousands of years, and he did not want the disciples in the pavilion to ruin the reputation of Langya Pavilion.

"Fellow Daoist, the sound comes from over there." Monk Xianzhi pointed to the house behind.

That is the transformation of the central palace in the sky.

Yun Changsheng summoned the Snow Cloud Sword, put the black coffin on his back, and walked to Rong Xiaoyu's side.

"Xiao Jianjian, how long will it take?"

"It's coming soon."

Xueyun Jian also noticed the unusual atmosphere. This guy who claimed to be able to transcend one tribulation with one sword did not want to cause trouble and seemed to be planning to run away as soon as the time came.

There is none of the high spirits and vigor that he had when he slayed the immortal.

Time has finally smoothed the edges of this sword...

"Master, maybe you heard it wrong? There are only me and Fu'er in this house. Fu'er has been unconscious and I have never asked for help."

"Monks don't lie."

Xianzhi said this very seriously, and the space around the Xueyun Sword was already flashing with tiny cracks.

“Are all those who cultivate merit so serious?” he complained.

"You heard it too?" Yun Changsheng said in a voice transmission.

"No." Xueyun Sword shook the hilt.

However, the person in the coffin heard it and warned Xue Yunjian not to meddle in other people's business.

If Yun Changsheng swung his sword, she would dismantle the Xueyun Sword!

Xueyun Jian didn't dare to complain in front of Lin Xi, so he just pretended nothing happened.

"Since the Master is a holy monk of the Shuifu Temple, he would certainly not tell lies."

Lang Yatian's expression suddenly became solemn, and the fatigue in his eyes deepened, with a deep sense of weariness.

He stood quietly for a long time, watching the clouds roll by.

Finally, he sighed as if relieved, and said, "Master, did you hear clearly who is calling for help?"

Xianzhi showed compassion on his face. He put his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

"Donor Langyatian, there were two people asking for help last night. You called for help 382 times, and Madam Ling called for help 92 times."

"Donor, I have also experienced human love. Since you don't love each other anymore, let it go and stop torturing each other."

The compassion in Xianzhi's eyes grew stronger, and her tone was full of admonition.

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