"Boss, how are you doing?" Outside the hall, Kong Kong paced back and forth, constantly touching his bald head. Seeing Xie Chen slowly walking out, he hurriedly jumped over to ask.

Xie Chen smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Take me to Lingyun Temple."

"Lingyun'an..." Kong Kongkong muttered this familiar name, and suddenly his eyes lit up and said in surprise: "So, have you passed the test of the Wuxiang Ancestor?!"

"Just luck."

"Amitabha, you are really my boss!" Kongkong gave Xie Chen sincerely.

In the Buddhist temple of Lingshan Temple, the ancestor Wuxiang stood in front of Guanyin's golden body, muttering to himself: "If you don't look back, who will save you suffering? If you can change your mind, why do you need to be compassionate..."

After talking for a long time, a trace of enlightenment suddenly surged into Wuxiang's heart! His eyes lit up, and he seemed to see a brand new world in front of him. But after a moment, his eyes darkened again and he sighed softly: "Although the insight is wonderful, it is different from my path. It seems that the path to becoming a saint still needs to be explored by myself..."

Lingyun Temple is hidden in a verdant area. A mountain stream in front of the door passes through the clever stone bridge across the stream and the closed temple gate.

Before coming to the stone bridge, Kongkong stopped and smiled at Xie Chen, "Boss, wait a moment, the place where Wuchen's ancestor Wuchen's cultivation is not pleasant to disturb, so I can only report it here."

After saying that, Kongkong pointed to the closed door and said seriously: "Amitabha, ** Kongkong, I will come to see Xie Chen from Tianbian Academy."

A moment later, a misty voice came from the temple, "If you find nothing outside the mountain, why do you need to come?"

Kongkong and Xie Chen looked at each other and made a face.

Xie Chen understood and stepped forward and replied loudly, "Report to the ancestor, Xie Chen is about to enter the southern polar region and has passed the test of the ancestor Wuxiang. I would like to ask for guidance from the ancestor Wuchen."

"Oh?" The voice inside the temple seemed a little surprised. After a moment of silence, the closed temple door suddenly opened gently.

A misty voice came again and said lightly: "The bridge is on the stream, and the door is by the bridge. If you have the ability, come in."

The stream is gurgling and the shade is swaying. After saying this, there is no sound around.

"Boss, I heard that this bridge was given to the ancestor Wuchen by the Sect Master Dongsheng Xianqin. There is a formation restriction on it, so you have to be careful." Kongkong reminded in a low voice.

"Don't worry." Xie Chen nodded slightly, immediately calmed down and stepped onto the stone bridge slowly.

"Zheng--!" As soon as she stepped onto the stone bridge, Xie Chen suddenly felt the scenery around him blurred! It was like a finger instantly entering his soul and plucking his heartstrings!

"Zheng, zhan, zhan!..."

The powerful sound of the piano sounded in my ears, and the meaning of killing came from the sound of the piano!

Xie Chen's body trembled slightly, and then it seemed as if it was frozen in place, motionless. When outsiders came, he seemed to be thinking. But only Xie Chen himself knew that huge waves suddenly rolled up between his soul, and it was difficult to control himself under the turbulent waves.

"Master of Swords, open the sword soul and use the murderous aura in the sword to fight against it!" Jian Jiu immediately reminded him when he saw this.

"Buzz!" A dark golden light flashed in Xie Chen's soul, and a long sword phantom appeared instantly! Under Xie Chen's control, a more powerful killing aura surged out from the flashing blade, and he pressed the finger that twitched his heartstrings in an extremely powerful way!

"Buzz--!" A dark golden light appeared faintly on Xie Chen's skin. Under the cover of the light, Xie Chen slowly raised his foot and headed towards the center of the stone bridge.

"Huh? He actually killed him by killing him? Sure enough, there are some tricks..." A light eh came from the ancestral, as if Xie Chen's performance aroused his interest.

How domineering the murderous aura in the Dragon Slaying Sword? In this killing like a golden sword, Xie Chen walked forward calmly and soon walked to the center of the stone bridge.

But at this moment, the sound of the piano suddenly turned, crisp and ethereal, instantly turning into a soft heart around the fingers and intestines, rising up in vaguely.

Xie Chen's steps slowed down again. Faced with this soft heart, the murderous aura in the sword soul seemed to have nowhere to focus. However, the sound of the piano full of affection seemed to caress her bare hands, which made Xie Chen's whole body feel extremely comfortable, and she was too lazy to take a step forward.

Turning around again, the sound of the piano was sorrowful, like a beautiful woman’s heart, and her heart was full of sorrow, like a song or a cry. Without feeling a slight sorrow in her heart, Xie Chen felt as if she was the unfaithful person in the world. She looked back in shock and suddenly saw the beautiful man’s eyes. In an instant, she felt like she turned around and thought of the prodigal son.

"It's this emotional voice! It's bad now. The sword master is not a ruthless person. I'm afraid he's going to fall apart this time!" Jian Jiu sighed helplessly while pulling his beard in his dantian.

The sound of killing and fighting will not work when encountering a person who decides to kill and fight. However, the sound of emotion can fascinate the person who has feelings! Although it can be forced to break it with the power of the soul, it will be too much to affect it. If the stone bridge under your feet is destroyed when you cross the bridge, what qualifications are there to meet this ancestor Wuchen?

Xie Chen stood there quietly, pursing his lips tightly, as if he was suppressing his sorrow in his heart, and not causing tears to burst out from his eyes.

Why do you cry? Xie Chen doesn't know. Although love is a word, it contains thousands of meanings. Family, friendship, love... are all love, but Xie Chen doesn't know what kind of love is throbbing in his heart now.

Xie Chen understood his current situation, and he was listening and experiencing it carefully. He understood more than anyone else that if he did not find out the root cause that made him throbbed, he would definitely not be able to take another step forward.

Two lines of clear tears finally burst out from their eyes and flowed down their cheeks. Xie Chen did not restrain himself anymore, and he seemed to suddenly let go of something in his heart. The corner of his mouth moved slightly, and it turned out to draw an upward curve.

Taking a deep breath, accompanied by the rhythm of the piano, a leisurely tune actually hummed from Xie Chen's mouth.

"Those who travel through the world are sad and sorrowful; wandering with you intimately; the green mountains and desolation are pierced through the fields; your dreams are flying with the fragrance of flowers... This life is because of you! This love is unparalleled in the world! The shadow of the sword, the waves of the water; it is just the past, the past..."

The song that should have been extremely ethereal, was sang in Xie Chen's throat, but it was full of the majesty and sadness of a man. She shed tears on her face and slowly raised her feet. Xie Chen stepped on the rhythm she hummed and strode forward!

At this moment, the sound of the heart-twitching piano around him seemed to have been infected, and it was rising and falling leisurely with Xie Chen's rhythm.

Xie Chen found the love in the sound of the piano and understood why he was moved. Who said that a hero would be short of breath once he had a long love? I, Xie Chen, are so affectionate and face my true heart!

The past scenes appeared before my eyes, and my faces, either crying, laughing, anger, or angry, dispersed and gathered, becoming a pretty person.

Love comes when it comes, without any reason or sign. Sometimes it is relatively long, or ruthless, but sometimes when we look at each other in an instant, we have deep roots of love. It is like golden wind and jade dew. Just meet each other and you will be better than countless people in the world.

Xie Chen smiled crying and walked firmly. When he returned to his dream, he looked straight at his original heart and moved forward.

The singing stopped, the tears dried up, and the smile remained the same. Looking up again, the gate of Lingyun Temple slowly opened in front of you.

With his clothes raised, Xie Chen stepped into the central Buddha Hall with a smile. In the temple, a golden Buddha statue held a sword of wisdom, gently caressed the green lion with a smile, and the precious light flashed in his eyes, as if he could see through the sufferings of the world.

With his hands folded, Xie Chen bowed slightly toward the golden body, then stood up and looked at the woman with white hair in front of the Buddha statue, with flawless faces. It was as if the wind and frost of a hundred years were dyed on her hair, but no marks left on her face.

"I thank Chen for thanking you, thanking the ancestor Wuchen for cutting off the troubles in my heart."

The white-haired woman stood with her hands behind her back, smiling rather than smiling, and said lightly: "The Buddha is compassionate, but not me. I want to thank you, and I also want to thank you."

Xie Chen smiled slightly, looked up at the golden body in the hall, and said solemnly: "Manjushri Bodhisattva's wisdom sword cuts off three thousand troubles, and he is unparalleled in wisdom. However, without the guidance of his predecessors, how can I get here all the dust fades away?"

The white-haired woman smiled and asked, "You said I would help you, but I don't agree. Those who are always helping God, and I dare not steal the achievements of heaven. This Hashima was only a quiet and inactive person who can pass by, but you use killing to kill and even affection to move. For two hundred years, you are the only one who crossed the bridge like this."

Xie Chen nodded and said, "A quiet heart is not disturbed by murder, and is not moved by the love of the world. You can indeed cross the bridge. However, the seniors forgot that great tricks are not craftsmanship, great wisdom is like foolishness, and things in the world are absolutely absolute. It is said that heroes are short-lived and their children have long love, but I am an exception."

"Well, you are indeed an exception." Old Ancestor Wuchen nodded slightly and said, "When the Sect Master Xianqin gave me this bridge in the past, he named it the Bridge of Duanqing Bridge. Only those who practiced the world's pure cultivators and cut off their love can pass by it. It seems that he has calculated it wrong."

"Break the love bridge?" Xie Chen's heart moved slightly.

The ancestor Wu Chen smiled faintly and shook his head and said, "It's better not to mention the old news. Are you called Xie Chen? You are very good. This Bridge of Duanqing is my test. Now that you have crossed the bridge, you can go to the Liuyun Cave in the mountains to find the ancestor Wu Nian for the test. I am used to practicing cultivation and don't like being disturbed, go."

"Thank you, Senior Wuchen." Xie Chen nodded and bowed slightly to leave.

When she reached the entrance of the hall, Xie Chen stopped, turned around slowly, and pondered: "Senior, I still have some confusions. I wonder if I can solve my doubts?"

"What's the matter? Let's talk about it." The leader of the Wuchen Sect looked calm and nodded.

"Just as I crossed the bridge, the first half was indeed the sound of the golden spear that was completely killed. But the second half was not the emotion that the predecessors said."

"Oh? Not emotional?" Wu Chen was slightly stunned.

"Yes, not only is it not emotional, but the sound of the piano is full of lovesickness. But every time I miss you, it seems to be cut off by a sarcasm. It's so long that people mistakenly think that you have the emotion..."

Speaking of this, Xie Chen paused slightly, looked at the eyes of the ancestor Wuchen, and said word by word: "The senior said that this bridge is called the Bridge of Duanqing, but the junior felt that the person who plays the piano was the most affectionate and surname was definitely not the one who cut off the love. The sound of the piano was sad and more like helpless. Rather than saying that the senior was forcing himself to **."

"**..." Old Ancestor Wuchen's body trembled slightly without notice, and his eyes were a little dazed in an instant.

Seeing that Old Ancestor Wuchen was like this, Xie Chen couldn't help but sigh in his heart and retreated silently.
Chapter completed!