call……

She let out a long breath, and Yaorao seemed to have spit out a turbid air that had been accumulating in her lungs during the mountain climbing process. Then she walked to the highest peak of the mountain and looked around.

There are indeed some short bluestone courtyards in the distance, as if they are the residences of the disciples of Liuyun Hall now. The Nine Main Peaks are sank into the earth, leaving only some traces of ups and downs that are still vague and identifiable.

Out of curiosity, Yaorao stood on the distant mountain and dispersed her spiritual sense into the continuous courtyard where smoke was curling. Then, hundreds of disciples in green clothes immediately appeared wherever the spiritual sense reached.

"Junior sister, squat down a little longer! Don't be lazy!"

The disciples were practicing qigong since the courtyard.

The bamboo branches fell on the flesh and made a crisp sound, which immediately made Yaorao recall the scene when she was on the Fushan Mountain of ancestors. Old man Zhong Linzi also held a Hsinchu every day to urge the senior brothers to practice diligently.

"My Liuyun lineage was once a super sect that shocked the entire Eastern Land!"

The sound of pride and remembrance sounded, and it seemed that the disciples had outstanding status talking.

The speaker did not find that he and the entire Liuyun Palace were now immersed in the sight of others, and there was nowhere to hide any privacy. Because those weak mountain-locking formations were useless to Yaorao.

"Tsk, senior sister! You're lying. Now the little monks at the foot of the mountain go up the mountain from time to time to steal fruit. How could our small sect be such a huge sect once?"

A tender voice appeared quietly. Although the enchanting person could not see the appearance of the rebuttal, she could feel that the little disciple's slightly pouted mouth had a lively and playful expression.

The decline of the giant is really amazingly fast. The new little disciple is so young that even the three words "Liuyun Palace" that once shocked the entire Donglu are so strange.

The ruins and the new weeds have buried all the beauty that once glamorous.

"Junior sister, you are too young, so you don't know anything. Look at the mountains under your feet..."

The senior sister's voice was immediately interrupted.

"Where are the mountains? Are they piles of soil?"

The junior sister cheered and looked curious.

"Ahem... it's just a pile of soil..." Although the senior sister was ashamed, she still kept talking: "But they were all huge mountains that were high and high in the past!"

"As long as you become extremely powerful and have a vast illusion, and inject your spiritual energy into the nine earthen mountains, they will immediately highlight their former glorious and majestic appearance again."

The woman who was educating her junior sisters, her voice fell into an obscure confusion.

"At that time, you will see the mountains rising from the ground, carrying various magical powers with your thoughts as the source of energy, or the frost of all seasons, the fires surging, or the blue seas. At that time, the powerful people of all sects from all over the world will come in with gifts and worships, and your names will be deeply engraved in the long river of history with the three words "Liuyun Palace"."

The woman was right. When the illusion cultivator reaches the state of the three declines of heaven and man, he can blend his breath with heaven and earth, thereby changing the shape of mountains, rivers and rivers. However, such a lofty artistic conception of the Venerable Fengshan is not something that can be imagined and understood by these little disciples who are only at the fifth and sixth level of the God of War.

However, as the saying goes, "the unaware is fearless", a beautiful vision brings endless hope!

"Scared! Those hills will eventually turn into mountains?"

"In the future, our name will be praised by the world together with the names of the sects?"

"Ahhhh! That's amazing! Senior sister, aren't you telling a joke, are you?"

Because of the dreamy description of the senior sister, those curious and energetic little girls and disciples were chirping and screaming!

"Senior sister, can we really practice to that level?"

"All you do it, as long as you work hard, this day will come back." The senior sister gently and majestic suppressed the noise of the crowd.

"Then I must have that small mound with a small river. I can take my disciples there to catch fish and take a bath in the future. If you want to eat fish in the future, you have to come and ask me, Fairy Bailing...hehehehehe..."

The most lively girl stuck out her tongue while pressing her stance deeper.

"Tsk... I see that your granddaughter's granddaughter may not be able to practice to that level!" Someone laughed.

"Huang Xiaoniao, don't talk nonsense, you won't give it to you in the future!" The girl began to retort without giving in.

It seems that everyone's relationship is excellent. When practicing, they did not forget to tease each other for some fun. The girls were immediately laughed in laughter by the conversation between Bai Ling and the junior sister surnamed Huang.

"Okay, okay, don't make any noise! ​​If you don't practice well, you will be wasted today again! If you don't finish this hour, you will have no food to eat at noon."

"Ba!Ba!"

The sound of swaying bamboo branches in the air, and the crisp sound of air filled the quiet valley again, but no beautiful smile from a woman came from the courtyard.

After peeking at this Liuyun female disciple's usual class, Yaorao silently retracted her spiritual consciousness.

Unexpectedly, after the catastrophe of Liuyun Palace, most of the remaining disciples were female cultivators.

The male disciples who had achieved a small summoning power either died in the war or hurriedly joined the sect, leaving the sect that was destroyed in scorched earth behind ruthlessly. Only a small number of elders and some female cultivators who were unwilling to wander around the world remained firmly in the ruins, and it was difficult to rebuild such a new Liuyun lineage that was peacefully and secluded in the deep mountains.

"It's not bad, it won't be destroyed or established... it rises again in destruction. Perhaps the Liuyun Palace will be a new scene a hundred years later."

Yaorao blinked her eyes, and finally felt that there were traces of time and time in her eyes.

She no longer felt any hatred for her former mortal enemy Liuyun Palace. She was like a passerby in time, watching the destruction and reincarnation of all things with a peaceful mind.

"I don't know if that white feather is still on the territory of the former Jiufeng?"

Erasing the traces in my heart, my enchanting eyes began to sweep across the rolling mountains beneath my feet.

Those green mountains are not as majestic as Senior Sister Liuyun, nor as small as the pile of soil as Senior Sister Liuyun.

It is still a green mountain with a vast area, but it does not have the vastness of the past. From a distance, it is just the most ordinary raised arc in ordinary mountains and forests.
Chapter completed!