Jin Ge Iron Horse is now a white lotus, the vast sea and clouds hide the nine yin, the floating slaughter stirs up dust, and the nostalgia is right and wrong.

Reading the master of the first life, may the kindness of a thousand years, the water waves hurt Zhangtan, and the beautiful wind is sent.

The red dust is lost in the world, the wind is chaotic and the martial arts, since its white lotus has been present for decades, in the past few decades, the dynasty has changed, the Ming Dynasty has followed the will of heaven, and the people have wished, following the Mengyuan Dynasty, unifying the whole country. The martial arts are also stormy, and there have been many martial arts things in the past few decades.

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Mount Emei, Yunni Nunnery

"The side of the green bamboo is close to the secluded empty mountain, the night moon is lonely and the shadows are scattered, the evening bell is used to the wind, and the flowers are broken in the air.

The light of the Buddha divides the sea of clouds, grace is like Mount Tai, the smoke is lovesick, and the countryside is still looking forward to. ”

"Cai'er, fifteen years, alas~ If it weren't for that time, you would still be by your teacher's side now. In a rather humble meditation room, a woman in a yellow robe and plain clothes put her hands behind her back and stared out the window at the sky. There is a sense of vicissitudes, with a hint of perseverance in his eyes, and a heroic spirit in the depth.

The door behind "Squeak" was slowly pushed open, and a woman walked in, also dressed in a yellow robe, with a sword at her waist and an iron ring on her left thumb, although she was already in her thirties, she was also heroic, "Master, are you thinking about Senior Sister Cai'er again?"

"Han Zhi, you're here. The woman in the room heard the voice, turned around slowly, and looked at Han Zhi with a loving face.

"Yes, master. As she spoke, Han Zhi stood aside.

"Han Zhi, come and sit. After that, he sat aside, "Han Zhi, how long have you been the head of this sect?"

"Back to the master, the apprentice has been working for more than three years. Han Zhi walked not far away, sat down, and replied respectfully.

"Yes, with such achievements in three years, the Emei faction will definitely be able to carry forward in your hands. The woman who was called the master by Han Zhi always spoke plainly, "Han Zhi, is there anything that happened three years ago?"

"Master, in the past few years, I have asked Wudang, Shaolin, Beggar Gang and Qingcheng and other factions, but no one knows why the Ming Church suddenly disappeared, and there is no Ming Sect member in the martial arts. Speaking of this, Han Zhi also frowned, "However, master, there is a person named Shan Tianming who founded a sect called the Valley of Bliss, which is located on the Tiandu Peak next to the Bright Peak. ”

"Well, the abbot of Shaolin Temple and the Qingye Taoist of Wudang have already told me about this. You should pay more attention to this "Valley of Bliss" in the future. With that, the master closed his eyes.

"Yes, master, the apprentice is retired. Han Zhi bowed and left. Only the master was left to sit alone in the meditation room.