March.

There is a small bridge, flowing water and weeping willows on the bank.

The sunlight is soft, shining on a pretty face, reflecting a bright spring light.

A woman wearing a plain robe and a ponytail walked onto the bridge carrying a basket of flowers.

She had picturesque eyebrows and a slightly raised corner of her lips, with a bit of heroic spirit. She stood on the bridge with a slim figure.

The men passing by couldn't help but look at her a few more times, with amazement in their eyes.

A few brave ones, relying on the fact that they were one of the few people in the town who had reached the late stage of Qi training, walked towards the woman with an evil smile.

"My fellow Taoist, are you willing to be my Taoist partner? I will make you very comfortable."

One of them looked the woman up and down, not hiding the desire in his eyes.

The woman turned around, her profile reflected in the sunlight, making her look even more beautiful and heroic, but a sneer appeared on her face:

"You don't deserve it."

"What did you say?!" The men looked grim and were about to attack, when suddenly someone stepped forward and stood in front of the woman:

"We, the righteous cultivators, should help the weak and uphold justice. How can you still practice cultivation with such despicable behavior?"

The man was wearing a Taoist robe, had a neat bun, and looked righteous. He stood in front of the woman, with an air of dominance that showed that no one else could do it better than him.

However, the next moment, the man was knocked to the ground by these ruffian monks.

"How dare you, with such a low level of cultivation, show off your ability?"

"court death!"

"Destroy his spiritual field!"

The three men sneered and were about to cripple the man when suddenly a few lotus petals floated up in the water under the bridge, fluttering past those men.

The movements of these people suddenly froze, and the expressions on their faces froze, as if they had suddenly turned into statues.

The man with blood all over his face stood up and said loudly:

"God will always help the righteous. Your evil deeds today have angered God. You..."

"My fellow Taoist, you are injured. I have some medicinal pills at home. Please follow me."

The heroic and pretty woman spoke to him gently.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist. I'm fine. Huh?"

Before the man could finish his words, he found himself following the woman involuntarily.

He was just as he was surprised when the woman took him down the stone bridge and onto a small boat on the shore.

The woman got on the boat, but the man stood on the shore and looked at her. The woman looked back and smiled:

"My home is on the other side of the river. Fellow Daoist, I appreciate your help. I just want to treat your injuries. I have no other intentions."

The woman's smile was as gentle as rippling water, and the man couldn't take his eyes away for a moment.

The man got on the boat, and the woman took the oars and rowed gently, her red lips slightly parted as she sang an unknown ballad:

"I stand at the bridge in March admiring the lotus, hoping my lover will love me. I will sail home downstream, and we will be together in the spring breeze and willow trees."

The woman had handsome features and her singing voice was gentle and melodious, which made the man intoxicated.

He didn't even notice that the bodies of the monks standing stiffly on the small bridge behind him suddenly broke into several pieces, causing screams of horror from those around them.

"My fellow Taoist, where do the lotus flowers come from in March?"

After the woman finished singing, he couldn't help but ask.

The woman paddled the boat, the water gurgled, the boat moved slowly, and she smiled at him:

"It was there just now, didn't you see it?"

The man scratched his cheek and said with a folded hand:

"My fellow Taoist, I haven't asked for your name yet."

The woman put down the oar, smoothed her slightly messy black hair, and said with a bow:

"Sheng Tanglian."

"When spring and summer meet, lotus flowers bloom." The man praised: "What a good name."

A smile appeared on his face and his voice was clear:

"My name is Zhen Yangzi."

In the dilapidated Taoist temple, the light faded.

The light curtain showing past images in mid-air disappeared.

"Sheng Tanglian?! Zhen Yangzi?!"

"Could it be the colorful bones of both of them?"

Liusu exclaimed and Si Minglan was also stunned.

"It turned out to be Zhenyang Sect's founder Zhenyangzi and Qinglian Sect's leader Sheng Tanglian?"

"That's not right. Sheng Tanglian was killed by Zhen Yangzi. It's possible that he left behind colorful bones, but the founder of Zhen Yangzi has already ascended to heaven. How could he have left behind colorful bones?"

The colorful bones contain the breath and memories of the powerful people when they were alive, and sometimes they will transform into the scenes of their deepest memories, just like what happened just now.

What appeared in the light curtain was clearly the scene when Sheng Tanglian and Zhen Yangzi first met.

Judging from the appearance, Zhen Yangzi was just a casual cultivator with low cultivation level at that time, while Sheng Tanglian's Tanglian Jue had already reached perfection.

There is a huge difference between the two of them, but I don't know why Sheng Tanglian is so gentle to Zhen Yangzi.

As everyone was wondering, two intersecting colored bones in mid-air separated, turned into two rainbows, and suddenly flew towards Qiu Zhihe and Mo Xiaolan.

Qiu Zhihe raised her hand slightly and grabbed a piece of colorful bone. When she took a look at it, it was shaped like a lotus.

Mo Xiaolan also subconsciously reached out to catch the other piece, and when she looked down, she found that it was shaped like a crabapple.

"Colored bones recognize their master?"

Si Minglan looked at this scene in surprise.

When a great man dies, the colorful bones left behind are miraculous, but most of them have no intelligence.

Only a very small number of colorful bones, by chance, can retain some of the spiritual wisdom of the great man when he was alive.

However, the intelligence left was extremely limited, with only some instinctive actions and no independent consciousness.

It is extremely rare for a colorful bone to take the initiative to recognize its master like the current one.

Fang Xue recalled the records about colored bones she had learned at the Monk Spiritual Academy:

"The colorful bones recognize their master, perhaps because the person recognized has a deep bond with the master, either by blood or by the same source of skills."

Qiu Zhihe held the colorful bone in her hand and said calmly, "There is also a possibility that the spiritual power in the colorful bone is surging and needs to be vented urgently, so it randomly chooses a master."

What would Qin Gengyun think when Cai Gu, the leader of the Qinglian Sect five hundred years ago, chose her?

Will you doubt her identity?

Fang Xue was startled, then nodded and said, "Sister Qiu is right, this is indeed a possibility."

As they were talking, they saw that the colorful bones in Qiu Zhihe and Mo Xiaolan's hands suddenly dimmed. The light was gone and they turned into ordinary bones.

"What's going on?"

Everyone was stunned; this kind of situation had never been heard of before.

Mo Xiaolan thought for a moment and handed the colored bone to Qiu Zhihe: "This colored bone should not be meant for me. You and Qin Gengyun are a loving couple, why don't you each hold a piece, it can be regarded as a token of love between husband and wife."

Qiu Zhihe shook her head: "Cai Gu has chosen you, so it is yours, no matter if it is Sheng Tanglian or Zhen Yangzi, you cannot refuse or escape."

Noila Mo was silent for a moment, then nodded: “I understand.”

Liusu was watching from the side and giggling.

The saint girl was speaking seriously now, but in fact she was so nervous just now, for fear that her son-in-law would know that she and Sheng Tanglian had the same martial arts.

But this Mo Xiaolan is a bit strange. The statue of the goddess in the Taoist temple looks so similar to her.

Cai Gu also chose her.

It seems that the saint's love rival is not simple.

I just don’t know whether the piece of colorful bone in her hand belongs to Sect Master Sheng Tanglian or that scumbag Zhen Yangzi?

Wait, the saint practiced the Qinglian Sect’s martial arts, so the colorful bone chosen for her was naturally from Sect Master Shengtanglian.

The piece in Mo Xiaolan's hand must belong to the scumbag Zhen Yangzi!

So, Mo Xiaolan is the descendant of Zhen Yangzi?