In autumn, something big seemed to have happened in the world. The sword immortal of Kunlun Dao Sect came out of seclusion. He passed by Tianyang Peak and did not see his suddenly magnificent disciple, nor did he go to the Iron Palace to meet him, nor did he question him anything.

——You have violated your oath but never admitted your mistakes. The immortals of the heavens will turn into inner demons. If you can break through, it is best if you can break through. If you can't break through, you will be just a genius who has died.

The swordsman has always been lonely, and the sword immortal is the same. He didn't want to waste time asking his disciple "Why did you break your oath?" Naturally, Kunlun's manager will deal with this matter.

When he left the seclusion, his whole body's temperament changed from being elegant and unpretentious, like an ordinary person.

Soon, the sect leader also quietly took action.

Then, Kunlun only left Fu Qiuyue, who could be included in the Wuzong, and Long Wangzi, the second-ranked seven sons of Kunlun, and the other powerful people above the extraordinary actually left the mountain.

Even if Xia Ji did not search for information, he knew that there was a problem with the process of "container aggregation".

Now this world is not stable.

The barbarians have realized that the Holy Society is their biggest enemy.

Now, whatever the saints want to do, the barbarians will sing opposite to them.

If you want to go east, I won't let you go east. As for what the Holy Society wants to do, the barbarians don't care about it first. Anyway, let's do it first...

The Holy Association is collecting containers and transporting them from the five lakes and four seas of this continent to Kunlun, so the barbarians will intercept them. Although the frontal battlefield is at a disadvantage, at least there are strong people such as Weng-Thunder, Huang Feixiong, and Bai Wang who are dealing with it. The battlefield in the dark is full of storms and storms, and the battle between the rivers and lakes is full of confrontations every day, every year, and there are endless bloody storms.

When autumn is approaching the full moon, although the Kunlun Mountains are still lively, almost all the strong men in charge have left.

A bleak fallen tree.

Autumn rain rolling with dead leaves.

It stopped soon.

In fact, the departure of many extraordinary powerful people not only did not depress the disciples of Kunlun Mountain, but instead made the entire Kunlun Mountain lively.

This is like the study room of the head teacher after vacation, or the office of the boss after a business trip.

The active Kunlun disciples even began to do the "Full Moon Sword Club, and make friends with swords".

Some of them promote the "Tactic Competition" and other activities.

The mountain where the Immortal Hall is located is nearly 20,000 meters above sea level. Every time you climb, you will be suffocated by high pressure. When the cadres of the sect are not here, no one will go up the mountain.

In the hall, only the old Taoist priests guarding the hall and the young man sitting alone were left.

The old Taoist priest was also curious and finally quietly discussed with Xia Ji: "I... go down the mountain to get some food, you can stay here, okay?"

Xia Ji nodded, and then he was the only one left in the Immortal Hall on the lonely peak.

He looked up at the statue of the god in front of him, the Immortal Emperor and the Immortal Queen, the Four Emperors and Five Poles, the Tushita Supreme, the Thirteen Heavenly Venerables of the Yuanqing Holy Court, the Twelve Great Powers of the Great Sect, and many immortal statues in the mythical era, and even the Xuannv with a foot on the wine gourd and holding a fire dragon bell in his hand. That should be Zhu Rong's previous life...

The young man confronted the immortals of the heavens and was out of place. He slowly closed his eyes... as if he had also become a jade statue in the hall.

A person faces all the immortals and gods.

The mountains are getting more and more lively.

The lights are burning.

The stars are shining cold.

Kunlun disciples have been in constant contact. Compared with other peaks that are almost deserted, this place can be described as a real downtown.

Bai Shuiyue took her sister Bai Cangshui's hand and came to this mountainside. The mountainside was called "Tiantai". Further up, Tianyang Peak is in the east and Yueying Peak is in the west.

Bai Cangshui held the tabby cat in his arms, touched its chubby body lightly, and whispered: "Cat, there are many people here, don't run around. If you lose it, your mother will not find you."

Bai Shuiyue was looking around, with lights and stars reflected in her eyes, but her face was cold and cold, making people unable to get close to her. But no matter what she was, as long as she walked by, the disciples around would turn their heads and look at her quietly, revealing a faint dullness or obsession.

Bai Shuiyue shook her head. She didn't like this kind of attention, and even made her feel that this was the dust of the turbid world, and touching her body would only cause trouble.

Lights and decorate.

Wishing lamps are flying in the sky.

Red lanterns are carried on the tree and blessings written in talismans.

Paper boats burning red candles floated in the stream.

There are stars, and a nearly round ice wheel is hanging high.

Fu Qiuyue and Kunlun Seven Sons were also happy to promote such a gang activity, and were chatting and laughing on the natural high and low seats in the center.

Fu Qiuyue suddenly said, "Uncle Long Wangzi, do you want to call him down?"

The Seven Sons of Kunlun naturally knew who "he" was.

Fu Qiuyue continued: "This is also a rare full moon event. Although it is just a preview, I, Kunlun Mountain, has not been so lively for a long time. Although it is a bit like a mundane, it also promotes swordsmanship and talismans in another form... Maybe call him down and he walks around here and suddenly becomes aware of it?"

The old Taoist priest who was the head of the Seven Sons of Kunlun snorted angrily: "How can he be enlightened? He will not be able to sit in the Indomitable Hall for half a year, and he will not be enlightened."

Fu Qiuyue really had a good impression of the boy. The spring rain flashed through her mind that day, the lonely swordsman, the oil-paper umbrella floating in the rain, the invincible figure who forced her to retreat from Quanrong, but turned around and left silently.

She sorted out her thoughts and lowered her voice and whispered: "My Kunlun Dao Sect, there are many good girls..."

That's all, one thing is enough.

Long Wangzi stroked his long beard and turned his head to look at the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest looked around...

It seems that there is some truth.

After all, this is only a sixteen-year-old young man, and the fisherman is just his marriage in the mortal world. But if he is asked to go down the mountain, he may not have found a person he falls in love at first sight at this full moon event, and may not have become a Taoist couple...

The young man is not bad in appearance, has extraordinary temperament, is strong in strength, and has a terrifying talent. He is really the best candidate for Taoist couples. If he comes to such an occasion, I wonder how many Taoist nuns will secretly send him off.

Long Wangzi thinks this is reliable.

The original anger in the eyes of the old Taoist priest also disappeared, and this suggestion seemed to be impossible.

However, the old Taoist who was sitting at the end suddenly slapped the table: "No!"

Everyone was startled.

The old Taoist priest: "Hehe, junior sister, why can't it?"

The old Taoist nun: "The long-lasting love between children is the most affecting practice! I hate this most in my life! It would be fine if I had a fate, but what would it be if I waited for this? Is the heart of Taoism not a loss?"

The other six sons of Kunlun stopped talking. The junior sister hated disciples who were practicing and falling in love the most, which was her taboo.

Fu Qiuyue looked at the situation and stopped talking.

...

The old Taoist priest brought a pot of wine to Xia Ji every day, which was to reward him for helping him watch the Indomitable Palace, and to establish a good relationship with this genius.

Xia Ji took the wine. The wine was not a good wine, but it entered the throat. When it entered the throat, it became a flame, burning quietly in the internal organs.

He sat in the hall and drank, but he was alone but not drunk, just because he was worried.

The full moon and Mid-Autumn Festival will arrive soon.

Kunlun Rooftop.

The lights are brightly lit.

Crowded.

Compared to the lonely peaks around, this place is already a downtown area.

"Cat, don't run around..." The pale little girl ran around the crowd, searching for, "Cat, where have you been hiding? Don't get lost!"

She ran around and shouted angrily, "If this happens, I won't bring you out next time!"

"Meow~~" The little tabby cat poked out his head like a hide-and-seek in the crowd. Bai Cangshui's eyes lit up and he chased after him, "Don't run, don't run."

The little tabby cat disappeared immediately.

Bai Shuiyun was wearing a moon-white Taoist robe, and there was a sword with a handle on the gossip hanging around her waist. This gossip was just a decorative function, but it gave a bit of a Taoist feeling. She looked around and was very lively around her.

Sword-Based.

Compare the talisman.

There are competitions everywhere, using swords and talismans to compete and meet friends.

People who practice Taoism have less violent aura in their hearts, so although they have disputes, they are generally happy.

suddenly...

An extremely noisy sound came from the mountain road.

Then there was a sudden scream, which broke the excitement of the rooftop on the mountainside.

Fu Qiuyue's face changed: "It's the disciple of the guardian of the mountain gate!"

The Seven Sons of Kunlun were also a little surprised and confused.

Before they could go to check, a roar of thunder came from the foot of the mountain:

"I heard that Kunlun Dao Sect is the first sect in the Middle Earth. I, Meng Mulu, came to see if it deserves its name. Who dares to come and fight?"

Fu Qiuyue heard the name and murmured: "Meng Mulu is the number one master of the Southern Barbarians. Before the Killing Tribulation, she was the only legendary level among the barbarians. She is called the Mulu King. Although the Southern Barbarians are not as good as the Quanrong, they are still born in response to the disaster. His strength should be stronger."

There were continuous screams of murder, and it was obvious that the Kunlun disciples all the way were dying.

The thunderous roar was a little ridiculed, "I heard that there is a strong Kunlun man named Jianxian. What kind of immortals are you enfeoffed by the natives in the Middle Kingdom? Let me come and see it?"
To be continued...