"Late period of Tongxuan?"

Liang Yan sneered in his heart.

For the monks in Nanchui, the Tongxuan realm is a very mysterious realm.

The monks in the Qi Refining Stage and the Foundation Establishment Stage have no way of imagining it. Only when they reach the Juyuan Realm and the Golden Core Realm, they will gradually know that there are several monks above the Golden Core Realm in Nanchui.

For them, these ancestors of the Tongxuan Realm are existences that reach the sky, and they cannot imagine any other realms above the Tongxuan Realm.

In fact, Liang Yan back then was the same as Lu Zizhen. His eyes were limited to the golden elixir realm. He felt that as long as he achieved the golden elixir, he could go anywhere, no matter how big the world was.

But it's different now.

After two hundred years of vicissitudes in the Antarctic Fairy Continent, the whole world in his eyes back then, looking back now, is just a remote island...

"Master Lu, don't worry about me."

Liang Yan suddenly smiled and said calmly: "In the past few days, you have ordered that all the disciples of Yixing Pavilion be taken back and not have too much entanglement with Piaomiao Valley and Huangjue Palace. You don't need to worry about the rest."

Lu Zizhen was slightly startled.

He looked at Liang Yan. The man in front of him was clearly smiling, but he felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart.

I shivered for no reason.

"Nancui, I'm afraid there's going to be a bloody storm..."

This was an idea that suddenly popped up in Lu Zizhen's mind.

Regarding Liang Yan's matter, he suddenly didn't want to ask any more questions, and he didn't dare to get involved anymore. In the end, he just nodded and said: "Senior Liang, don't worry, I will definitely restrain the disciples of Yixing Pavilion in the past few days and tell them not to go out, let alone

It has something to do with people from Piaomiao Valley and Huang Jue Palace."

"good."

Liang Yan nodded with great satisfaction and said: "Please help me deliver the same news to Yungang Sect and Qingyu Sword Sect."

"clear!"

"By the way..." Liang Yan seemed to remember something and asked: "Tang Diexian, where is the dead wood buried?"

"Both of them have memorial tablets in the ancestor's ancestral hall. Kumu Sheng's body is buried behind the ancestor's ancestral hall. As for Tang Pavilion Master...she left a will before her death, and her body was buried at Cangmu Peak.

Under an old tree."

"Cangmu Peak......"

Liang Yan murmured in his mouth.

The place where Tang Diexian had a chess match with him was at the top of Cangmu Peak, under a green ancient tree.

At this moment, Liang Yan's mood was ups and downs, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

After a long silence, only his voice was heard saying leisurely: "Liang will mourn his old friend in the mountains and will leave on his own in a few days. Pavilion Master Lu has just taken over. There are still many things in Yixing Pavilion waiting for you to deal with. Don't worry about me.

Go and do your own work."

After hearing this, Lu Zizhen knew that he wanted to visit his old friend's tomb alone and did not want to be disturbed by outsiders, so he nodded and said: "Senior Liang, don't worry, you can travel unimpeded in Yixing Pavilion these days, and no one will disturb senior.

"

"good."

Liang Yan nodded slightly, but he didn't see any movement. He just flashed and disappeared in front of Lu Zizhen the next moment.

Lu Zizhen also has the cultivation level of the middle stage of Jindan. Apart from those Tongxuan Zhenjun, he is also considered to be among the top masters in Nanchui. But he feels like a three-year-old child in front of Liang Yan and cannot understand it at all.

The strength of the other party.

Liang Yan disappeared in front of his eyes just now, and he couldn't find any trace of it.

"What kind of cultivation level does Senior Liang have now?"

Lu Zizhen was a little curious, but he did not dare to ask directly. He could only secretly speculate: "Two hundred years later, Senior Liang was still in the early stage of Jindan when he left, but when he came back, he was already Zhenjun Tongxuan. This is simply incredible! However,

Judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem to be afraid of Grand Master Wen at all. Could it be that he has reached the middle stage of Tongxuan and has a strong trump card to challenge Grand Master Wen?"

This is the only explanation Lu Zizhen can think of.

Grand Master Wen was in the early stage of Tongxuan. Two hundred years later, he annexed the Qianyuan Holy Palace. Using the resources of Hongyu Taoist back then, plus some of his own opportunities, he broke through the bottleneck one after another, and finally reached the late stage of Tongxuan.

This is already a miracle in Nanchui!

Liang Yan was only in the early stage of Jindan at that time, and two hundred years later, Lu Zizhen still didn't believe that he could reach the late stage of Tongxuan.

However, he knew that people like Liang Yan were not arrogant and underestimated the enemy.

If he can say something that is not afraid of Grand Master Wen, he must have some special means or treasure. As long as he is in Nanchui, Grand Master Wen should not dare to act rashly. This may give Yixing Pavilion some breathing space for hundreds of years.

opportunity.

"The top priority is to make good friends with Senior Liang and let him stay in Nanchui as much as possible. This is the only way out for our Yixing Pavilion..."

Thinking of this, Lu Zizhen waved and asked Lu Tao, Wu Zimo, Wei Sheng and other Taoist masters to come to her and started discussing in a low voice.

.........

The top of Cangmu Peak.

Under a tall old tree, Liang Yan stood with his hands behind his back.

In front of him, there was a small grave mound.

This tomb is extremely simple. There are no magnificent decorations or luxurious burials. There is only a three-foot-high loess mound with a wooden sign inserted behind the mound.

The name left on the wooden sign was not "Tang Diexian, Master of Yixing Pavilion", but three beautiful little characters "Wang Guiren".

"Looking forward to returning home..."

Liang Yan sighed softly.

Tang Diexian was seriously injured and dying, and fled back to Yixing Pavilion. With her wisdom, she must have guessed the fact that she was betrayed by her ancestor.

But in the end she chose to face her fate calmly.

How did she feel before she died?

Unwilling? Frustrated? Lonely? Or do you feel a little bit regretful?

Liang Yan couldn't guess.

Tang Diexian had changed so much that many years later, Liang Yan could no longer guess her thoughts.

But she chose to sit here and leave the words "Looking back home" on the tombstone. She must have a trace of nostalgia for herself and the person who accompanied her...

Liang Yan stood on the top of Cangmu Peak and looked towards the horizon in the distance.

The direction the tombstone faces is exactly the direction of the Sea of ​​Lost Souls.

Maybe Tang Diexian finally felt tired and spent her whole life working for the sect. At the last moment of her life, she chose to stop here, facing the sea of ​​fallen souls, waiting for the return of the person in her memory.

"Sister, you are too tired in your life."

Liang Yan stared at the tombstone and murmured to himself.

Returning here again, his mood could not be calm for a long time.

Does he have love for Tang Diexian?

There must be some.

When you first enter the world of cultivation, face deceitful enemies and cold hearts, the initial warmth and the feelings without any benefit will be cherished and will never be forgotten.

Does he have hatred for Tang Diexian?

There must be some.

Back then, the three True Lords of Tongxuan set up an ambush at the entrance of Yixing Pavilion. They took advantage of his feelings for Tang Diexian and knew that before leaving Nanchui, he would definitely come to Yixing Pavilion to visit this girl. The whole thing, Tang Diexian

Diexian had known about it for a long time, but instead of telling Liang Yan, she wanted to use this opportunity to drag Liang Yan into Yixing Pavilion.

After that battle, Liang Yan was seriously injured and dying, and his feelings for Tang Diexian had been completely extinguished.

However, two hundred years have passed, and with the death of Tang Diexian, the right and wrong, the grudges and grudges of the past are no longer so important.

Now, all that is left to Liang Yan is a trace of sadness.

"Buddhism pays attention to fate. There are millions of people in the world. Maybe you and I are like candlelight and sunlight. We should not meet in the first place. It is only because people are drunk and greedy that they leave the candlelight until dawn..."

The past has disappeared with the wind.

Liang Yan sighed softly, sat down in front of the tomb, took out a pot of spiritual wine from the storage ring, sprinkled half of it in front of the tomb, and kept the other half for himself.

Card!

There was a slight sound, and the open space in front of the tomb suddenly opened, and then a small stone table rose up.

There are nineteen vertical and horizontal figures on the stone table, which are square and square, just like a chessboard.

On the chessboard, the black stones are like ink and the white stones are like jade. The chess game is already halfway through.

Liang Yan looked at the chessboard and was slightly startled for a moment, then showed a complicated expression.

The endgame on this chessboard was exactly the last game that he and Tang Diexian played.
To be continued...