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  He took another look at Lichun sitting in the mountain pavilion, said a word of farewell to the poor Taoist, and the other party didn't even lift an eyelid. With hidden anger in his heart, he quickly suppressed it again. The disciples of Luofu Sword Sect have always been arrogant, and Luofu Lichun is especially so. His purpose today was just to find out about the strength of the Kunlun successor through Lichun.

  A burst of cyan sword light appeared, enveloping the Long Eyebrow and shooting up into the sky, disappearing into the clouds. As he soared through the air, he glanced back at the mountain, but could no longer see the figure sitting alone in the mountain pavilion. However, he could imagine it, and his heart couldn't help but say: "One day, this world will know of the Long Eyebrow of Shu Mountain."

  At this time, the world can be said to be in a state of chaos, with the nine states waging war against each other. In comparison, Heqian Village is relatively peaceful. Because it's far from the big city, the chaos hasn't appeared in Heqian Village yet. However, today someone came, and everyone in the village went to see. Or rather, not just one person, but a group, however, among this group, they only recognized one person, but this one person was enough to shock the entire Heqian Village and even the surrounding areas within a radius of ten miles.

  She is Yan Luoniang, the same Yan Luoniang who was taken away by a mysterious woman at the River God Temple that year. Moreover, it can be said that she is Chen Jing's lifesaver. After so many years of disappearance, Chen Jing only knew from the mouth of Da Hong Xia that she was taken away by a woman. The villagers in Heqian Village didn't know anything about it. At that time, Yan Luoniang came to the River God Temple wearing heavy mourning clothes and walking on snowy roads after Yan Lao's death. The weather was very bad that day, although some people saw Yan Luoniang arrive at the riverbank, but no one saw her return or leave with the mysterious woman. Everyone thought she had jumped into the Jinhe River, but they didn't see Yan Luoniang's body. So many years have passed, and most of the adults from that year have grown old, while a new generation of people in their thirties and forties has emerged, some of whom are already married with children.

  When they saw Yan Luo Niang walking towards them with a group of people from outside the village, many people were stunned. They did not expect that Yan Luo Niang was not only still alive but also looked just as young as before. Now they knew that Yan Luo Niang was no longer the same person who had been at the mercy of fate and was once just a little fishing girl.

  In the village in front of the river, there was an abandoned house at a location towards the back. In front of the house stood seven young men and women, each with a clear breath, obviously cultivators.

  "Sister, is this where you grew up?"

  A man with a small tuft of whiskers under his chin said, looking like he was twenty-seven or eight years old. Although his appearance couldn't be described as particularly handsome, that small tuft of whiskers made him look even more dashing. It had a kind of "having seen through the ages and being carefree" feeling to it.

  Yan Luoniang nodded slightly in response, while another woman beside her said: "Junior sister, the Heqian Village you mentioned is not that great either. It doesn't have a spiritual vein and it's not a place where good fortune gathers. Why bother coming back? Once you've set foot on the path of cultivation, you should cut off all worldly ties."

  "It's Shizi." Yan Luoniang replied in a low voice.

  "Our master has allowed us to travel the world and refine our Taoist hearts. Let's leave here tomorrow." said that strong-looking senior sister.

  "Sister Shifu, can I stay here for a few more days? I..." Yan Luoniang said in a low voice to her senior sister who was slightly taller and had a strong personality.

  "As soon as you enter the immortal path, you must cut off worldly attachments. This is a test of your Dao heart. The fewer worldly entanglements you have, the more you can achieve a state where nothing sticks in your mind." The elder sister said sternly.

  "It's my sister, I'll go to Father's grave to burn incense and then visit the River God Temple before leaving." Yan Luoniang said with her head down, looking back at the overgrown house behind her, adding in her heart: "And never come back again."

  "He River Temple?"

  "Hmph..." Next to her, a few people who had not spoken up until now burst out laughing and said: "Junior sister, your status is different now. If you enter the River God Temple again, it will lose face for Master."

  "Sister, let's not go to that River God Temple. A small river god like him can't handle your worship," the senior sister said.

  "Yes, junior sister, you are no longer an ordinary person. That river god is just a minor deity, unworthy of your worship."

  "I just want to go and take a look." Yan Luoniang said in a low voice, among the fellow disciples of his sect, every senior sister and brother was superior, even among the disciples of those great Taoist sects, they wouldn't be weaker by half, let alone when facing a small river god.

  They saw Yan Luo Nang insisting on going, but with a gaze that was somewhat resentful and others were slightly playful. For them, Yan Luo Nang was not only their youngest disciple but also the one most cared for by their master, all of whose Taoist skills had been personally taught by him. The rest were mostly taught by Eldest Brother and Second Sister. Yan Luo Nang was originally a clever and lively girl, how could she not feel the unusualness in the eyes of her fellow brothers and sisters? Therefore, within the sect, she rarely spoke except for cultivation, this time if it wasn't for Master letting her go down the mountain with Eldest Brother and Second Sister to gain experience, she would probably still be cultivating on the mountain.

  When the big brother asked her if she wanted to go back home and take a look, her nostalgia for Heqian Village immediately surged like a tide. However, everything had already changed, and the childhood playmates were about to grow old, just like the crystal jade stone that had been ground by time without any luster left.

  She walked alone in the village, walking on the road she had walked countless times when she was a child. Although the roads and houses seemed unchanged, they felt especially strange to her. The curious children followed behind her, and in the distance, there were always adults with reverent eyes.

  Finally, someone came to talk to him, the current tribe leader. Yan Luonang tried her best to make herself look like she used to be, but what she got in return was still reverence. This wasn't what Yan Luonang wanted. The tribe leader asked Yan Luonang if she had already started cultivating, and Yan Luonang nodded. The tribe leader became even more reverent, and didn't dare speak easily in front of Luonang anymore. It was always Luonang asking the questions, and the tribe leader answering.

  She knew what the clan leader was afraid of, and that year, Old Man Yan had a bad relationship with him. She still remembered that once her father almost fought with him. At that time, young Luo Niang wanted to help her father fight, but after her father's death, she ventured into the River God Temple in the wind and snow with that woman, and at the moment they flew away, the fate of this river village was cut off.

  She still clearly remembers her master saying, "Your fate with the village in front of the river has ended." And this time when she went down the mountain, although her master didn't say anything, but her senior brother asked where she was going. When she said she wanted to go home and take a look, none of her fellow sisters opposed it, now thinking about it, they were hoping that she would thoroughly cut off her ties with this mundane world.

  She let out a faint sigh, gazing at this familiar yet strange village. Suddenly, a delusion arose in her mind, as if everything from her childhood was just an illusion, unreal and untrue.

  She walked eastward to the village, listening to the faint whispers in her ears, like the hum of mosquitoes, no longer stirring up a ripple in her heart.

  In the distance, she saw the River God Temple on the riverbank, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore in her ears finally felt a sense of familiarity. However, at the same time, she furrowed her brow, because she saw a woman beside the temple using a hoe to dig at the foundation of the temple.

  She was shocked in her heart, had the River God already left, or how could someone else dare to dig down the Temple of the River God. One step out, she unconsciously used the Taoist method to shrink the distance to inches, and in one step, she had already arrived at the front of the Temple of the River God, looking at that woman who was sweating profusely as she dug at the foundation of the temple.

  As she approached, Luoniang discovered that the woman digging the foundation was also a practitioner of magic, although not a particularly advanced one. Watching her dig up the soil with each shovel, Luoniang sensed the aura of the River God Temple and felt slightly relieved, even though she hadn't clearly perceived the presence of the River God, but neither did she think that this temple seemed like an abandoned temple.

  She carefully looked at the woman, obviously having magical powers, but she didn't use them. The hoe she used was also an ordinary hoe from the mortal world.

  "What deep hatred."

  Yan Luoniang suddenly heard a sigh in her ear, and when she turned around, it was her own senior brother, the one with a small tuft of whiskers under his chin, looking like a suave man in his late twenties. He looked at Yan Luoniang's furrowed brow and explained: "She has cultivation on her body, wanting to destroy the temple unless her magical powers exceed those of the gods. However, there is another way, which is to use no magic at all, but instead attack with ordinary objects from the mortal world. Although it can't be done in one go, eventually, you'll be able to dig down this temple."

  Yan Luoniang looked at the woman and asked, "How long will it take?"

  "It should be possible in a decade or so." The senior brother said: "That's why she has an extreme hatred for this river god."

  "Sister, this is the River God you mentioned before. It's surprising that someone would hate him so much. He doesn't seem like a good god after all."

  The master didn't come alone, he was followed by the second sister and all the younger brothers and sisters. The one speaking was one of them, also a senior sister of Yan Luonang. Yan Luonang fell silent for a moment before saying: "I don't know what happened after I left, but from my perspective when I left, the River God was a good River God."

  "Time can change everything."

  The woman digging the foundation didn't even turn her head, as if she had no idea they were beside her, with sweat already seeping into her collar. Yan Luoniang didn't ask her why she wanted to dig down the River God Temple, but instead turned around and walked towards the River God Temple, hearing Da Shixiong say: "There are still two demon spirits in this river domain."

  "What kind of spirit is it?" a woman asked.

  "Hmm, let me take a look... Hehe, I can't see it clearly..." said the senior brother with a smile.

  "Can't even Master Brother's powers see through it?" a younger brother asked in surprise.

  "Heh heh, even if you see through it, what's the point? There's no need for that." The senior brother said casually, his eyes already looking towards the River God Temple. In his eyes, there was already another figure standing in front of Yan Luonang, whose face wasn't very clear, but he knew it must be the River God of this temple.

  Yan Luoniang looked at Chen Jing, then glanced at the statue, and was astonished in her heart. She was no longer the little girl who didn't understand anything back then, and with one glance, she saw that Chen Jing was now just a yin spirit, while his true body was actually the statue.

  Huang Ting Character Poetry Collection

  This is a character poem written by book friend "When I'm lonely, I love to listen to the rain", it's very rhythmic, has a great atmosphere, especially it matches the image in the book perfectly, excellent, extremely powerful.

  Detached from worldly affairs

  Northern reeds drift snow fills the sky, swaying and recalling the dust appears.

  Kunlun Mountain peak sword lightly hums, who does not recognize the Wine Sword Immortal.

  Ye Qingshu

  Astonishing thunder originates from a thousand misty peaks, hastily searching for the Way through famous gates.

  Alas, the golden tower first appeared in the world, and the fairy maiden in white was in a dream.

  Ghost

  The temple in front of Jinxiu River is spiritual, alone suffering from heavenly calamity.

  Between yin and yang, I think of great kindness, but fail to recognize the green jade mirror in my hand.

  Shiroiwa

  The music stops, and the clouds flow between the strings; ten miles of burial and killing for several tens of days.

  A borrowed path is sought by those who come, a promise is worth thousands of years.

  Cuiping Mountain Spirit

  The serene and beautiful mountain screen, when will the sleeping tiger come to roar at the sky?

  Waiting for the turmoil of the world to rise, I'm afraid of revealing the cause and effect.

  Looking forward to more character poems appearing...