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The sound of rain outside the window kept ringing in Ling Tianyun's ears, but he didn't feel sleepy at all, he pushed open the window, and a biting chill rushed in. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 He couldn't help but feel a stirring, the cold chill rolled up like a cone and shrouded his body, the dripping rain turned into dots, getting bigger and bigger, and the chill in the silent night became more and more intense, only the nostalgia for Baishuiguan in Ling Tianyun's heart was even stronger.

His parents are here, not far away, but he has become an unfilial son, how can he find peace of mind. Even though he has experienced life and death, his attachment to his father is indelible. Since leaving Baishui Pass, he has been wandering on the verge of death all the time, passing one catastrophe after another, and finally met the red man Zhao Kuangyin, and he also traveled all the way east to Bianliang, the imperial capital of the ages.

Listening to the sound of rain outside the window, looking at the dead branches swaying in the wind outside the window, there was silence and tranquility everywhere. Except for a few scattered lanterns, the courtyard of the Zhao Mansion was shrouded in a dark rainy night. Although the Zhao Mansion is the first courtyard of the official eunuch, it gives Ling Tianyun a sense of peace and tranquility that he has never felt before, he can relax himself all over his body, although it is extremely quiet here, it is also peaceful and peaceful. Without the sense of crisis like an ambush on all sides, and without the vicious calculation of the unpredictable people, it can be regarded as extremely comfortable in such a courtyard.

The rain outside the window flew obliquely in, hitting his resolute face, and a refreshing feeling that penetrated the bottom of his heart instantly spread to his whole body. At this time, he didn't feel any sleepiness at all, and from the window, he could faintly see a transparent light in the distance, which was the center of symbolizing power, where the Great Zhou Palace was located.

Ling Tianyun and Ma Chenghui were arranged in the guest rooms of the Zhao Mansion, each of them had an elegant room, and the two rooms were next to each other, and from next door, the little thief's snoring like thunder was heard. That Ma Chenghui can also let go, but he is also a person with a free and easy temperament, without many troubles, but he is also a person who has no distractions.

At this time, although Ling Tianyun was at peace, he was full of thoughts inside, and he himself had never properly recalled the various calamities he encountered after he came out of Baishui Pass. He didn't think that the situation when he left Baishui Pass began to appear in his mind, he had an inexplicable fight with Na He Zhutou, and had a strange dream in that small mountain village, and met the old monk with dry bones. And what happened after that, it all came to his mind like a kaleidoscope.

Faintly, he felt that all this seemed to be pulled by an invisible long rope, which made him slowly fall in, and inexplicably met the old monk, which really began his catastrophe. Who is the old monk, why does the Khitan master recognize it, but the fat monk of the Western Regions on the passenger ship knows nothing, and he also asked Zhao Kuangyin and others, and they don't know anything about the old monk.

Why did the monk hand over this Buddhist treasure "Mahayana Heart Sutra" to his own cultivation, and he also felt that his cultivation of this Heart Sutra had twice the efficiency with half the effort, and the true yuan in his body was even more pure, and his body seemed to contain an incomparable amazing power.

He didn't understand all this, he even thought about whether he had some amazing secret hidden in his body, but he was only the son of a guard at Baishui Pass in the Northern Han Dynasty. But he still ignored one thing, his father and the Ling family's family heritage. He had never thought about his own Ling family, and his father, Ling Duozhi, had indeed never told him about his grandfather or even the ancestors of the Ling family.

From the Zhongjia Martial Arts Dojo in Lanzhou, the strange appearance of the 'Jade of the Apocalypse', as well as the appearance of the strange woman of the Jurchen Wanyan tribe, the fake 'Jade of the Apocalypse' that he got inexplicably, all this seems to be a mystery and has been haunting his heart. What made him even more strange was that Zhong Jianhong, the eldest son of the Zhong family, led out another fairy boy dressed in white like jade, who was about the same age as him, and he didn't know who that young man was. After meeting Zhao Kuangyin, he learned the name of the young man, but it was like a miracle that appeared in this troubled world.

What does the 'Jade of the Apocalypse' have to do with him, he has thought about all this countless times, obviously, he doesn't know much about the jade Zhao Kuangyin. And their act of bonding and worshipping is also confusing, a sudden winter rain, and a rare thunder in that winter.

Ling Tianyun put his spiritual platform in the best condition, he wanted to sort out a clue from all this experience of himself, he wanted to know what the root of all this was. And he only came to one conclusion, that is, he must be related to the 'Jade of the Apocalypse', and there is another person who is also related to this jade, but he doesn't know who it is for the time being.

The 'Jade of the Apocalypse' is the key to open the gate of the Heavenly Dao, and everyone in the martial arts cultivation world knows that there are two of these 'Jade of the Apocalypse', and only when two of them appear at the same time, they can only be opened when they reach the gate of the Heavenly Dao. Opening the door of the Heavenly Dao is the path to the immortal divine realm, these are just legends, legends are legends after all, but no one has really seen it, and no one has been able to realize it since ancient times.

Ling Tianyun only grasped these two key points, but he couldn't figure out the rest, for Zhao Kuangyin and himself, he summed it up as the two of them had similar personalities, so they would hit it off at first sight. But he had no doubt that his brother had any other intentions for him, and he believed in his own vision.

Not why, a shy face slowly appeared in his mind, it was Duo'er's face. Reaching out and touching the sachet that hung from his neck and hidden in the collar, it was still as delicate and smooth as jade, but the fragrance emanating from the sachet was a little lighter, not as strong as it was at the beginning. "Night Hades Palace", he later learned that it was one of the four great ancient martial arts sects in the world, located in the Arctic land in the extremely cold region covered with ice and snow all year round. Only then did he know that Duo'er was from the 'Night Hades Palace', one of the four great ancient martial arts sects.

Delicate as a peach, her face is bright and astringent, the few little freckles on her face are like stars in the sky, and her timid and shy personality is Ling Tianyun's first impression when she sees Duo'er. Since then, the flowers have been like a budding flower, delicate but with an extremely shy feeling. Ling Tianyun was just a brother and sister to Na Duo'er at first, but as time went by, he didn't know what kind of feelings he had for Duo'er.

There are all kinds of tastes in my heart, but the human feelings are elusive, and I have abandoned the shy figure in my mind. Ling Tianyun's brain was in an ethereal state, he clearly knew how he was going to go next, the way to open the gate of the Heavenly Dao was not just one, there was another way, that is, to cultivate the martial arts to the extreme, after the congenital, there were near the sky, the heavens, the broken void and the shattered void realm, as long as he refined the martial arts realm to the shattered void realm, then he could see the gate of the heavenly dao, and he could also step into the immortal divine realm.

Thinking of his firm path, Ling Tianyun's mind was clear, and he faintly felt that his state of mind was constantly improving, and with the improvement of the martial cultivation realm, his state of mind should also continue to improve. Mood refers to an idea of understanding martial arts, and it is also a form of thought that extends from quantitative change to qualitative change.

Only by constantly improving one's own strength, no matter what the conspiracy is, everything is false in the face of strength. Ling Tianyun silently made up his mind in his heart, he was not interested in the battle between the country and the world, he was not interested in official careers, power, wealth and fame. One of his beliefs is to reach the pinnacle of martial arts, get a glimpse of the heavenly way, and break through the sky.

The sound of the rain began to light and lighten, and the crystalline snowflakes began to fall in the lacquered night, and the flowers fluttered down, like the elves of the night, exuding a delightful and quiet atmosphere. A winter rain came to an end, and then a snowfall was bigger and more thorough.

Ling Tianyun, who was alone, leaned against the window and looked at it, at this moment, his mind was incomparably transparent like a mirror, he didn't want anything, he was in an ethereal and clear state. The snowflakes fluttered down and landed on his shoulders, but he didn't even realize it, a pair of bright eyes shone brightly, looking straight up at the night sky where the snowflakes were flying.

At this time, everything was silent, and the snowflakes landed like elves without making a sound, and the snowflakes in the sky contained clever elf fairies. At this time, Bianliang, the imperial capital, was shrouded in a beautiful night sky full of snowflakes, everything came so suddenly, everything came so silently, but all this came even more amazingly.

The clouds that had been low for a long time finally poured down the biggest snow of the year, and the cold atmosphere permeated the imperial capital through the ages. It was as cold as ice, and the white snow covered the streets and alleys of Bianliang thickly, and the sting of the wind with a knife-like sting beat the travelers to the crisp cheeks.

At this time, it was already the second day, the second day after Ling Tianyun came to the imperial capital, he didn't expect that he would be greeted by an incomparably spectacular snowfall, but what he didn't expect was that there was an amazing figure who appeared in the Zhao family. At that time, Ling Tianyun had already been woken up by the dazzling snow light, he had no choice but to get up, standing quietly outside the window, enjoying the beautiful scenery covered in white eyes.

Not long after he got up, a member of the Zhao family came to report that he would be introduced into the living room of the Zhao Mansion.

As soon as he arrived at the living room of the Zhao family, Zhao Kuangyin was already waiting in the hall, but none of the Zhao family appeared, not even Zhao Hongyin and Zhao Kuangyi were not present. In addition to Zhao Kuangyin, there was also a middle-aged man standing with his hands in his hands, standing in front of a beautiful landscape painting scroll in the center of the living room, with his back to the door, leaving Ling Tianyun with a majestic back.

"Big brother, third brother is here." As soon as Zhao Kuangyin saw Ling Tianyun enter the hall, he motioned for him to stand aside, while he whispered to the middle-aged man who was standing with his hands in his hands admiring the scroll.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man turned around, and a bright gaze shot out of the middle-aged man's eyes, rushing straight towards Ling Tianyun. The middle-aged man exuded a faint aura of majesty, revealing an irresistible royal majesty from top to bottom, while his burly body had a bit of elegant temperament, which made people feel good.

The aggressive and compelling light, coupled with the majestic aura emanating from his body, all of this went straight towards Ling Tianyun, and the air seemed to be suffocated, making Ling Tianyun feel breathless. But he still stood proudly, and looked at the middle-aged man with a pair of starry eyes without fear.

Ling Tianyun's fearless gaze was like a peerless sword, splitting through the middle-aged man's increasingly indifferent coercion. The Mahayana True Qi in his body suddenly churned and roared, flowing through his body, making the coercion of the middle-aged man's wild surge a little lighter. In an instant, there was a fierce aura like-for-tat in this hall, which made the cold chill in this hall a little less unconsciously.