The sound of the flute is getting closer and closer, and it gradually rings in his ears, at this moment, Xiao Chen is also stunned in place, this flute sound is......

He raised his head and looked at the turquoise figure floating from the sky, at this moment, it seemed that the whole eye had lost color, only that one, the figure that was getting closer and closer.

The man's blue clothes fluttered, from far to near, his feet were not stained with dust, as if he was the only color in the sky, and her arrival made this originally dead and silent mountain range a little more angry.

The woman fell to the ground, put away the jade flute in her hand, and stepped forward step by step, the whole person was like an iceberg, even masters such as the Yin Yang Dharma King and the Soul Devouring Hall Master, at this moment, they actually felt suffocated, not to mention the two old men in green clothes in the Wuji Palace.

She is Ling Yin, she walked expressionlessly, she is the most beautiful person in the world, and she is also the coldest person in the world.

It wasn't until she got closer that the Yin Yang Dharma King began to react, could this person be the Miaoyin Fairy of Yaoguangzun, one of the seven Venerables of Xuanqing Sect?

At this moment, he became cautious and cautious, his Taoism was very high, but at this moment, he couldn't even see the depth of this woman who came slowly.

Seeing that the other party ignored him and walked towards Xiao Yichen, the Yin Yang Dharma King was even more worried, and immediately blocked in front of her, and said coldly: "Fairy Miaoyin, this is not your Immortal Yuan Five Domains, this person is no longer your Xuanqing Sect disciple, and it is not your turn to take care of the affairs of Dingfeng City, right?"

The atmosphere seemed to freeze for a moment, and as soon as he finished saying this, the Yin Yang Dharma King inexplicably felt a chill, and this chill came from those two unwavering eyes.

Ling Yin stopped and looked at him, his sleeves flicked slightly, just so lightly, but it seemed to bring an irresistible force!

The Yin Yang Dharma King suddenly only felt his breath suffocated, at this moment, as if there was a force of ten thousand jun pressing towards him, but he couldn't resist it, his feet kept retreating, and finally he was shocked by the force of this blow and flew out, without the slightest resistance.

The two old men in Tsing Yi of the Wuji Hall turned pale with fright, and the Soul Devouring Hall Master of the Poison Dragon Castle also trembled all over, and his face was as white as paper, is this the Yaoguang Venerable of the Xuanqing Gate? Even the Yin Yang Dharma King couldn't withstand the power of her gentle brush, what kind of terrifying realm had her cultivation reached?

The Soul Devouring Hall Master was terrified, and he didn't hesitate at this moment, his hands were slightly sealed, and he instantly turned into a dark mist and fled into the distance.

The Yin Yang Dharma King settled down and stood firm, and at this moment he was also frightened, and he didn't dare to stay any longer, with a flick of his hands, he immediately took the two old men in green clothes and turned into a black mist and left.

Tranquility gradually returned to the surroundings.

"Teacher......"

Xiao Chen lowered his head, his eyes were hidden under the black robe, and he couldn't see his appearance at this time, but the two words "Master", which were once too familiar, were no longer familiar to him, but he finally couldn't say it, and he saw his figure shake and go into the distance.

"Stop!"

Ling Yin's eyes were cold, and he chased after him, and almost instantly, he stood in front of him with his back to him.

Xiao Chen raised his head and glanced at her back, gritted his teeth, and continued to run in a different direction, but no matter how fast he ran, Ling Yin could always block in front of him for a moment.

"Come back with me. ”

The voice was cold and cold, as if she had no feelings, even though the world was now in the middle of now, she was still the same person she used to be, the cold her.

"Go back ......"

Xiao Chen's face was hidden under the robe, and he couldn't see his appearance at the moment, only heard him smile bitterly: "Where am I going back now......

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Chen turned his back to her, not daring to look at her again, and said word by word: "The past is like smoke, the passing water is difficult to chase, you and I have finished our master and apprentice, why should you obstruct me today......"

The wind is cold and cold, thinking about the past, on the Zixiao Peak, the green waves and Yaotai Qionghuacui, the young man in white is beautiful, and the master and apprentice are between the sword and the world, how chic and happy, and now, it seems to be separated by a thousand mountains and thousands of waters.

"I'm gone, I won't go back, take care ......"

Xiao Chen choked up and finished the last sentence, with a little feet, he ran towards the mountains and forests in front of him, and gradually disappeared without a trace.

This time, Ling Yin stood in place, didn't chase anymore, just quietly looked at the direction he left, his clothes fluttering, still like the Zixiao fairy who didn't eat the fireworks of the world, but in his eyes, there was clearly a trace of sadness.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly a man's voice came from behind: "Senior sister." ”

I saw a white-clothed man with lofty eyebrows floating in the distance, and that person was the Heavenly Machine Venerable.

Yizhen also looked at Ling Yin, who was standing still, and said, "Senior brother knows that you are here, there are many fish and dragons here in Dingfeng City, and Senior Brother is not worried about you, so let me take a look." ”

After speaking, he looked in the direction where Xiao Chen left in the distance, and said for a long time: "The young eagle spreads its wings, and finally needs its own piece of the world, you let him go......"

Ling Yin turned around slowly, there was still no trace of waves on his face, and suddenly said, "That person, he didn't die back then." ”

Yizhen took a deep breath, and sighed slowly: "The things of the world are often beyond the control of the world, and those who do their best are just seeking peace of mind, but everything has a cause, and there will be a result." ”

When he said this, he slowly looked at Ling Yin: "Just like when you saved a dust." The cause of today, the fruit of tomorrow. ”

......

Besides, Xiao Chen, he ran all the way, not hearing the wind in his ears, no matter the difficulties and dangers ahead, and he didn't know how far he ran, he just wanted to leave those shadows far behind, but no matter how fast he was, those pictures always lingered in his mind.

When he came to a stream, he finally stopped, and the reflection in the water, the face hidden under the robe, was already full of tears.

"The past is like smoke, the passing water is hard to trace, you and I have exhausted ...... master and apprentice"

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but it's not time to be sad.

"Master......"

The voice was choked, how many times had he woken up in the cold night, always reciting these two words in his mouth, and even that time he jumped from the Burial Immortal Cliff, just a moment before he lost consciousness, he seemed to see the master chasing down.

It was like a long dream that kept repeating itself, and in the dream I always heard Master whispering in his ear: "See you again in a thousand years, see you again......

Once, it seemed that as long as the master was by his side, he was not afraid of anything, as if the master was his strongest backing forever, even if he had just been hunted down by the Yin Yang Dharma King, it was still the master who was protecting him.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Chen wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and the two eyes in the water gradually became firm, from now on, nothing is different.

......

A day later, he came to the edge of the mountain, he had prepared enough food and water, and the grass and trees in front of him were thinner and thinner, and in their place was a yellow sand with no end in sight, and the sky and the earth were the same color.

As Xiao Chen got closer and closer, a burning sensation gradually came to his face, how many people had died in this mysterious desert of death? How many dry bones were buried under the yellow sand? He didn't know.

He only knew that he had to go through, he was no longer the boy he used to be the one who always needed the master's protection, he wanted to become stronger, not every time the master had to protect him, he wanted to protect the master.

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