Chapter 274 (1/2)

Chu Yan looked at the scene of stars hanging on trees, and the night wind was blowing. It was as if he saw the predecessors of countless broken star buildings smiling and nodding at him.

Xinghai tree, the place where the broken Star building is used to hang the jade plate of the clan's identity.

From the establishment to the present, there are many disciples who have fallen down for various reasons.

Monks absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and after death, the body will turn into a wave of spirit, return to the nature of heaven and earth, and will not leave a corpse.

For these friars, if they are disciples of the sect, then the jade plate of identity becomes one of the rare certificates for them to stay in the world.

So to some extent, xinghaishu is a graveyard of suixinglou.

Those shining identity jade plates are equivalent to a tombstone.

Chu Yan takes out the jade plate of identity entrusted to him by deacon Yang and looks down.

This identity jade card seems to have a sense of general, now in the night, the same gentle light.

”In his whole life, although a monk takes life from heaven and fights with others, he is duty bound to do two things.” At this time, the clear sound of Luoshan river came.

”If you want to go to Sendai, you must first step through the flesh and blood, and fight all the way to cultivate immortals, but you must not forget your heart.”

”All the powerful and wise people will be killed in blood, but when the world needs us, we can't pretend we don't know.”

”The road to immortality is long. In the days to come, you will be hated and someone will walk with you side by side. At any time, don't easily give up your partner who is recognized by you.”

Speaking of this, luoshanhe's eyes are deep, and he looks at Chu Yan: ”the immortal road is never lonely.”

This sentence seems to mean something, but it seems to be an ordinary instruction.

However, no matter what, every word of luoshanhe at the moment, when it came to Chu Yan's ears, made him have a kind of penetrating feeling.

This time, in front of changmen pass, Chu Yan regained the heart of guarding through Yang Wen and a group of dedicated monks.

At this moment, under the guidance of luoshanhe, Chu Yan felt that there was something in his heart, which was to transform into a butterfly.

Chu Yan didn't respond to luoshanhe's words. When he threw his right hand, the jade plate belonging to Yang Wen flew out, turned into a streamer and flew to the Xinghai tree. A moment later, it turned into a star that will always light up the way of later generations and hung on the tree.

After finishing all this, Chu Yan sat cross legged, with the moon hanging overhead and the mountains lying at his feet.

At this moment, he breathed long, as if integrated with his surroundings.

Luoshanhe's eyes fell on him, nodded slightly, did not speak, but waited quietly.

Chu Yan sat for seven days and nights.

Seven days later, the morning glow was red and the horizon was blown out.

At this moment, Chu Yan opened his eyes.

In his eyes, the red light flashed and disappeared.

Luoshanhe discovered the change of Chu language for the first time.

He looked at Chu Yan. Although he had expected that Chu Yan would change, he was still surprised to see Chu Yan at the moment.

Before the Chu speech, people feel like a mountain, people feel reliable, also like a siege hammer, never to break.