Lin Ziyun killed countless monsters in the ancient road demon mountain, and his evil aura was naturally strong. In addition, he practiced the Demon Cultivation Secret Book of Immortals, and his evil aura was extremely rich and rare in the world.

The two of them were fighting here, but they didn't notice a middle-aged Taoist priest in yellow robe thousands of meters away. The Taoist priest stared at Lin Ziyun, his eyes unstable.

After a long time, this person whispered: This son is so powerful, and the disciples of the Jia Sect were not easy to provoke that day. It would be better to wait for both of them to suffer losses and I will reap the benefits of the fisherman. I must get the Jiuhua Immortal Sutra.

If Lin Ziyun was here, he would definitely recognize this person, which was so sad.

The moment Lin Ziyun used the true skill of Fuxian, he did it. I don’t know why Shangguan Chaoyu didn’t feel anything when Li Long died.

Perhaps time is the best medicine to dilute everything, even hatred.

Shangguan Chaoyu is a pear blossom, blooming in the snow in spring and summer. Her life has been like snow. Only when she is Zhao Qin can she feel that she is more like a pear blossom.

In the princess's mansion, Shangguan Chaoyu pinched the magic seal with both hands, and there was a bamboo slip emitting green light in front of her. Shangguan Chaoyu raised his hand and made dozens of mysterious magic seals, emitting snow-white light. Layers of green light evaporated around her body could be seen with naked eyes.

Her eyes were closed and her forehead gradually overflowed with sweat.

In the secret room, nine soul-leaving lamps were placed in advance, and strange light suddenly bloomed. The nine candles and candles were connected into a line and turned into a mysterious word. If anyone from the cultivation world was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this is an immortal word.

The room was brightly illuminated by ancient lights and candles. Shangguan Chaoyu slapped his palm and saw a few spiritual herbs rising into the air. She pinched the trick in her hand and then slapped her forehead.

With a chirping sound, the talismans were burned into ashes by the nine soul lamps, and the spirit herbs fell steadily in the center of the flames of the nine soul lamps, emitting a faint light.

Shangguan Chaoyu spewed out a mouthful of mixed blood, and the nine fire lights turned into evil spirits, rushing towards Shangguan Chaoyu. Under the strange fire light, her pale and bloodless face was reflected. With a soft shout, the soul blood touched the spiritual herb and the flames of the soul lamp became more and more intense.

If there is reincarnation in this world, I just hope that in the next life, I can be a pear blossom blooming in front of your door. I can watch your smile quietly and feel satisfied when the rain is raining. She smiles beautifully and has a peerless style.

Three years ago, a green orange. Three years later, Shangguan Chaoyu finally understood what it means to feel sad, whether it is love or not worthy of love. She peeled off the orange and realized what love was.

With the Spirit-Flowing Pill, she used her immortal soul to refine a fairy medicine that can save the life of a mortal.

Shangguan Chaoyu gave up on himself and chose to save Zhao Qin, because the smile of the boy three years ago had entered her heart from now on.

In a temple in Yuning, Qingzhou.

Snowflakes are sprinkled on the red walls and gray tiles, and a few plum blossoms are blooming in the courtyard.

Li Shiwei folded her hands together and fell on the cushion.

Bodhisattva Shengde Wuliang, please bless your uncle to wake up as soon as possible. As long as he is well, the disciples are willing to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name by your side for three years.

The sunshine in winter spreads over the courtyard, the deep snow of cashmere melts, and the land is dark green.

Li Shiwei takes care of Lin Ziyun here every day, and when she is free, she will sit in the yard and look into the distance. That is the direction of Chang'an, her hometown is far away in the sky, and her relatives have left.

She gradually got used to living here and lived like the people in the village. No one could guess here that she was the princess of Qin, and no one here forced her to marry the King of Nanyan.

While she was distracted, a sound suddenly came from the room, and Li Shiwei showed surprise on the way and hurried over.

When Lin Ziyun opened her eyes, she saw Princess Zhang Le dressed in coarse cloth clothes. Although she tried her best to hide it, the tears left on her face were still discovered by Lin Ziyun.

How long have I slept? Lin Ziyun moved hard without feeling like his own body.

One month, uncle, you finally woke up. Li Shiwei hugged Lin Ziyun excitedly.

Lin Ziyun had no other thoughts. The princess in front of her had been guarding him for a full month. He patted Li Shiwei with his palms, comforting her not to worry.

My minister did not protect His Highness the Princess. Lin Ziyun burst into tears and coughed while panting.

When Li Shiwei saw Lin Ziyun's unwell, she showed concern in her eyes.

Stop talking, your health is not well yet.

Lin Ziyun nodded and leaned slightly against the head of the bed. He used his spiritual power to regulate his body, felt a turmoil in his body, and could only smile helplessly.

It seems that although the Fuxian True Art was used this time to kill the opponent, his body would be severely destroyed. This injury was difficult to recover in just a few months.

Lin Ziyun used his spiritual power to combed his body and barely stood up. While drinking the rice porridge that Li Shiwei cooked for him, he listened to Li Shiwei talking about everything that happened during this period.

Princess, what are your plans now? Lin Ziyun asked.

I don’t know, maybe no one in this world will care about Princess Zhangle anymore. Li Shiwei sighed slightly, with a tone that a girl shouldn’t have.

Lin Ziyun seemed to have known her for the first time. Li Shiwei's eyes were particularly beautiful, like a bay of clear water. The ripples of clear water in her eyes were endless tenderness, making people unable to help but indulge in it.

As if expected, without any expectation, Li Shiwei looked at Lin Ziyun and stopped talking. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, which quickly covered up again.

The emperor asked me to marry the King of Southern Yan. Now that the two countries are fighting, I have no place to return to this palace. Li Shiwei said word by word.

She seemed to be holding back her tears, and her eyes avoided Lin Ziyun and said: I want to pray for my brother in the Buddha Temple and eat vegetarian food for three years.

Lin Ziyun was startled and said: No

Li Shiwei stared at Lin Ziyun with her phoenix eyes and said word by word: What's wrong?

Lin Ziyun was seen by Li Shiwei's hot eyes and could not say a word. It was not that he didn't understand, but he didn't dare to think about it.

He looked at Li Shiwei's back, and for a moment, he was so strange and distant.

In the temple, Li Shiwei was wearing a light blue Taoist suit and watching Lin Ziyun walk down the mountain in a white robe. Her tears could no longer be held back, like the water of a broken river.

Forget each other in the world

What a fool! What a fool!

I can’t go to Baijiang City anymore. Lin Ziyun had already inquired along the way, and Qin Song was not in Baijiang City either.

There were countless refugees along the way, and the corpses were everywhere, and the people were living in poverty. Lin Ziyun felt that something was punched hard in his chest. In the chaotic world, he was a cultivator and did not have to consider survival. It can be seen that many creatures were damaged and his heart was numb? No, it hurts.

I sigh and cover my tears with a long breath, mourning the hardships of people's livelihood!

Immortal, save my child.

It is true that Lin Ziyun is a cultivator, but he is not a god or a Buddha in the heavens. He has no boundless magic power and is just a small ant with cultivation in the Qi Refining Stage. He is so small that he can't even do anything.

As he met some people infected with wind and cold and malaria along the way, Lin Ziyun would help. Until the end, even he did not expect that his reputation would gradually spread.

Many people even came here to visit, so Lin Ziyun had to build a small straw shed in Yuning Town to save the world.

Lin Ziyun himself suffered serious damage and his spiritual power was insufficient. Now he consumed spiritual power in this way and helped people save lives, which aggravated his injuries.
Chapter completed!