The battle on the top of the mountain has come to an end.

In fact, the battle between the master and the wooden statue of Chen Sheng was far less than that between the enemy and Yang Changsheng. Although the wooden statue was a wooden statue of Chen Sheng's worship, it also made sounds that shook the fields, but it was not Chen Sheng himself, nor was it the method left by Chen Sheng. Under the bright moon and a colorful river of the master, it seemed very powerless, and soon it became dim and returned to Qingxin Pavilion.

The master of the temple took over the colorful river and let a bright moon shine on the top of the mountain behind him. After landing, he stood on the top of the mountain. He did not rush to demolish the Qingxin Pavilion, nor did he rush to see Yang Changsheng, who had been seriously injured. After walking a few steps, he came to the eaves of the Qingxin Pavilion and smiled to himself: "It's raining."

It was originally a clear sky, but as soon as the owner said this, lightning and thunder were immediately heard. Soon, a heavy rain came as scheduled.

When heavy rain occurs, the bright moon will naturally disappear.

Several old Taoist priests standing on the top of the mountain looked at each other. Although they were not willing to go to the front of the master, they were injured and had nothing to do with them. They all came under the eaves to hide from the rain.

The rain was heavy, and the raindrops hit the green tiles on the roof of Qingxin Pavilion. It was inevitable that some rain would splash under the eaves. The owner looked down at a stain on the corner of his clothes, reached out to take some rain, and rubbed it casually under the rain. After wringing it out, he smiled and looked at Yang Changsheng who was lifted under the eaves.

Yang Changsheng's eyes were closed, his breathing was rapid, and his face was pale, which was obviously a serious injury.

It’s just that whether you are really unconscious or not has to be verified.

The master of the spectator looked at the old Taoist priest in gray robe and asked, "If I really dismantle Qingxin Pavilion, what do you think? Will you all rush up to fight me and end up with a dead end?"

The old Taoist priest of gray robe kept silent and dared not say anything. The power of the spectator was still vivid in his mind. Although he had just traveled to Yuwu Mountain with his out-of-body spirit, he first broke the mountain protection formation, and later beat Yang Changsheng to this way on the mountain. In the end, even Chen Sheng's wooden statue appeared to be able to stop the spectator. As for the mountain master Ge Hong, even Yang Changsheng did not take him seriously on the occasion. Now the situation has never appeared. At this time, there is no one on the mountain who can stop the spectator.

The old Taoist priest of gray robe never spoke, but a young Taoist priest slowly came towards Qingxin Pavilion in the rain. In the heavy rain, the young Taoist priest was soaked all over, but his eyes were firm. He looked at the audience in the rain, full of hatred.

The old Taoist priest in gray robe turned to look at the young Taoist priest and scolded, "Wanyun, don't be rude, go back quickly!"

He was really afraid that the audience would be interested and killed him casually. After all, although there were many disciples on the mountain, Liu Wanyun was always the only one.

Although his talent is not as good as Ye Shengge, in fact, Liu Wanyun's status is just the same as Ye Shengge in Yuwu Mountain.

The master of the temple stood under the eaves and looked at the young Taoist priest, and suddenly laughed: "The qualifications are good, the courage is commendable. It's a pity to stay in Yuwu Mountain. How about going to Chenxi Mountain? If you can climb up to the tenth floor of the Sky Tower, I will pass on one of the Taoist techniques I used before to you and let you choose, how about?"

The conditions for the Master of the Sightseeing Master were very generous. Besides, in front of the Yuwu Mountain, many Taoist priests said that no matter whether they were sincere or not, they would never go back on their word. If the disciples of the Taoist temple could be personally witnessed by the Master of the Sightseeing Master, they might have been grateful. But Liu Wanyun stood in the rain and said word by word: "Little Taoist Liu Wanyun, dare to ask the Master of the Sightseeing Master for advice."

The old Taoist priest in gray robe was furious, "Liu Wanyun, get back, this is not the place you should come!"

The master laughed it off. He didn't see such a little Taoist priest in his life, but he still had a few of them, which could not be appreciated, but he could not be disgusted. When he was intrigued, he asked, since he didn't appreciate it, he was too lazy to say anything else.

The master of the spectator no longer paid attention to the heavy rain, but stood at the gate of Qingxin Pavilion and said calmly: "If I don't demolish this Qingxin Pavilion and show sincerity, after all, if I have the courage to attack Shengge, the consequences must be able to bear it, and don't say that there is no evidence. I went up the mountain. If you are open-minded, you will probably not be like this now. Since you have done it, you will have to pay the price. I asked Shouqing to discuss before, but it was not concluded. Maybe you think it was just a killing that ended without success. I will not keep it in my heart. To be honest, Shengge was attacked and killed. I am not angry from the bottom of my heart. She is used to being comfortable on the mountain. Occasionally suffering setbacks are not a big deal, but what I don't want to see is that you made this decision. Since I can stand there, it means that there is the capital. If you want to provoke, I will naturally tell you that the provocation is not possible."

When the words were finished, Liu Wanyun also fell heavily into the rain, splashing a lot of rain.

The master of the temple said calmly: "Please him down, and after he wakes up, he will tell him that I will wait for him in Chenxie Mountain for a hundred years. If I really feel that I can surpass me in a hundred years, I will come to Chenxie Mountain. Of course, in a hundred years, I will only give him one chance, but once will not. The second time I go up the mountain, I will leave his life on the mountain."

After saying this, the host walked straight into Qingxin Pavilion without leaving a single word.

Just after he walked into Qingxin Pavilion, Zhang Shouqing and Ge Hong walked through the rain curtain with an umbrella and came to Qingxin Pavilion. Under the eaves, Zhang Shouqing, wearing a yellow and purple Taoist robe, asked with a smile: "I don't know who the seniors on the mountain will send to discuss this matter. Of course, they have to be the one who can tell the situation. Don't tell me the conditions here and then report it here. My temperament is pretty good, but the master of the temple is afraid that he can't wait for such trouble. After all, the master of the temple has finally come down the mountain this time, and the destination is not just Yuwu Mountain."

The old Taoist priest of gray robe glanced at Ge Hong and said with a smile: "Then just ask the mountain master to come forward. We brothers have absolutely no opinion."

Zhang Shouqing nodded with a smile, as if he could not hear the meaning of the old Taoist priest in the gray robe at all.

After entering Qingxin Pavilion, Ge Hong did not rush to see the viewer, but Zhang Shouqing came behind the viewer and looked at the viewer standing in front of the tablet of the senior Yuwu Mountain with his hands behind his back.

The master of the temple lit a stick of incense and said calmly: "The sages of Yuwu Mountain in history are still worthy of respect. He said he wanted to tear down the Xin Pavilion before, but he just wanted to scare these old Taoists. Chen Xieshan could not do such a thing no matter how unreasonable it was."

Zhang Shouqing bowed his hand and whispered: "Abide by the teachings of Master Guan."

The host of the temple turned around and said softly: "I'll go down the mountain immediately to that Jianshan. After you deal with the matter here, you will immediately go back to the mountain to deal with the things on the mountain. If there is anything unusual, you can come to the sky tower."

Zhang Shouqing nodded, raised his head and wanted to say something, so the host shook his head.

He walked slowly through Qingxin Pavilion, came to Ge Hong's side, and asked calmly: "Master Geshan, it is better for Ge Shanshan to be named Ge in the future. Otherwise, if someone does something, you can't stop him, and you will suffer."

Ge Hong bowed and said softly: "Ge Hong remembers the great kindness of the Lord. If there is a place to be useful in the future, Ge Hong will go through fire and water without hesitation."

The observer frowned and scolded: "As the lord of a mountain, how can he say such things? Even if he is defeated today, he still wants to find face on me one day. Once a person loses his temper, he will lose everything. It is hard to speak in Liangxi, and you are not very good at speaking. The main reason is that you are really patient and reasoning to others. Who will listen? Only after you think about making your fist bigger can you make yourself reasoning to others, rather than just listening."

Ge Hong's expression changed slightly. From the bottom of his heart, "The master's words are much heavier than those magical instruments."

At this moment, Ge Hong was really impressed by this spectator for the first time, not because of the spectator's realm cultivation, but because of the spectator's words.

The host of the spectator stopped talking and walked straight out of Qingxin Pavilion, picked up the oil-paper umbrella under the eaves, and slowly went down the mountain. The disciples in the mountains were watching, but no one dared to stop them.

Everyone still remembers the invincible posture of the master who used to be bright and the moon and the river, and even the statue of Chen Shengmu was unable to do anything, and even discussed other people.

Zhang Shouqing and Ge Hong discussed the "price" that Yuwushan needs to be paid in Qingxin Pavilion, which was smooth sailing. It was agreed in just half a day. When Zhang Shouqing took it out to give the old Taoist priests a look, those old Taoist priests who were still unwilling to do so did not dare to say anything more, just nodded.

And Yang Changsheng never opened his eyes from beginning to end.

Finally, after the heavy rain stopped, the master of the temple had already left Yuwu Mountain and headed towards Jianshan. The end of his trip was the last place of inheritance of the swordsman lineage.

Chao Qingqiu was left behind by someone in the Demon Land. Who else can stop him on Jianshan?
Chapter completed!