Under the light of a round of cold moonlight, Yang Huaiping took a deep breath to calm his excited heart, and he reached out and slowly pushed away the golden coffin.

Seeing a stone flower with seven petals resting in the golden coffin, Yang Huaiping breathed a sigh of relief, and he took out a blood bead the size of a mud pill from the hemp yellow bag around his waist.

Yang Huaiping used his true qi to melt the blood beads the size of a mud pill in his palm, he put his hand on the stone flower, and the blood in Yang Huaiping's palm fell on the stone flower.

After a while, the entire stone flower gradually bloomed, and a strong vitality overflowed from the golden coffin, Yang Huaiping took a deep breath and suddenly felt refreshed, he knew that the stone flower seemed to have come to life at this time.

When the seven petals of the stone flower were fully bloomed, Yang Huaiping put the stone flower in the golden coffin into the hemp yellow bag around his waist, and then he jumped out of the dragon-shaped hill.

Immediately, Yang Huaiping ran towards Qingyu Gorge in the wind, he now has flower bones, red lotus, zhilan, stone flower and other four strain, and three can open the yin and yang fish and leave this world.

Thinking of this, Yang Huaiping faintly felt a sense of excitement in his heart, he thought to himself that now that more than half of the Long March has been completed, the remaining half should not be far away.

It didn't take long for Yang Huaiping to come to Qingyu Gorge outside the rainforest, he saw Qingluan waiting for him, Yang Huaiping jumped onto Qingluan's back, he said calmly: "Blue bird, fly to the northwest!"

After Qingluan turned his head and nodded at Yang Huaiping, he turned his head and flew towards the northwest with his wings spread.

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Gradually moving away, Qingluan stopped at the Taoist temple on the top of Huijian Peak Mountain in the northwest, Yang Huaiping jumped off Qingluan's back, and Yang Huaiping felt strange that it was clear that it was now in late spring elsewhere, but here it was a cold winter, and snowflakes were falling in the sky.

Yang Huaiping dusted off the snowflakes on his clothes, and he paced towards the old-looking Taoist temple on Huijian Peak.

With the movement of his footsteps, Yang Huaiping walked outside the ancient Taoist temple, and what surprised him even more was that he now found that there were many Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes sitting cross-legged on the ground with goose feathers and heavy snow in front of the Taoist temple, and at this time, the snowflakes falling from the sky seemed to have fallen all over them.

At this time, an old man holding a wine jug, lying on his side on an osmanthus tree outside the Taoist temple, with a handful of goatee and very bright eyes, jumped down from under the osmanthus tree, he slowly walked to Yang Huaiping and said indifferently: "I don't know what the little friend is doing when he comes to my Ziyun Temple!"

Yang Huaiping arched his hand towards the old man, and he said indifferently: "I'm here to find the white peony!"

The old man with the white goatee walked up to Yang Huaiping and looked him up and down, and he muttered: "You're late, the Qingfu Barrier has closed by itself a few months ago, and the Qingping Barrier will be opened again in four years, I think Xiaoyou's strength is not enough to forcibly open the Qingping Barrier, so I advise Xiaoyou to go back the same way, and come back after four years, don't disturb my Qingping cultivation here?"

"Dare to ask where the Qingping enchantment is, I want to take a look, after all, these four years have been too long, I really can't afford to wait!" Yang Huaiping said with a sincere face.

The old man with the white goatee stretched out his hand and stroked his beard, he glanced at Yang Huaiping meaningfully and said in a deep voice: "Since Xiaoyou is not dead, then you can go and see for yourself, the Qingping Enchantment is in the cave at the end of the ice lake under my Huijian Peak!"

"Thank you, Dao Chief!" Yang Huaiping cast a grateful glance at the white goateeed old man, and then he jumped off Huijian Peak with light steps.

It didn't take long for Yang Huaiping to come to the foot of the Huijian Peak that the old man with the white goatee said, standing on the ice lake with a thick layer of cold ice and a thick cold white mist shrouded in it.

So, Yang Huaiping stepped on the cold ice above the ice lake and walked towards the pitch-black cave, as he got closer and closer to the cave, the cold air flowing around him became colder and colder, and he shivered all over his body.

About a pillar of incense passed, Yang Huaiping walked in front of the cave, at this time he was already frozen to the point that his lips were purple, and the whole person was shivering involuntarily.

At this time, a white light shrouded in the mouth of the pitch-black hole came into Yang Huaiping's eyes, he couldn't help but reach out and touch it, and in an instant, the corners of Yang Huaiping's mouth outlined a smile with an aftertaste, "The feel of this enchantment is quite good, soft, bouncing, and it feels like a ......."

Immediately, Yang Huaiping took out the golden spear that looked domineering and leaked, with dark brown blood stains on the head, he clenched the golden spear and pierced it towards the white light Qingping enchantment without hesitation.

In an instant, a strong force directly shook Yang Huaiping out, and he fell directly to the ground and slid out, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

The hot blood sprinkled on the ice lake immediately condensed into blood-red ice flowers, Yang Huaiping staggered to his feet on the ice surface, he sighed and slowly walked out of the cold ice lake.

Yang Huaiping looked at the snowflakes falling in the sky, and he sat cross-legged on the shore of the ice lake with a somewhat stunned expression to recuperate from his injuries.

Immediately, Yang Huaiping jumped forward, and he climbed the ancient vine with the thickness of his wrist on the blade of the sword, and the pine hanging upside down on the sword wind again.

Outside the quaint appearance of the Purple Cloud Temple, the people in Taoist robes were still sitting around the Taoist Temple without moving, and the old man with the white goatee saw Yang Huaiping climbing up from the cliff, he took a sip of the wine in the wine jug and turned over and jumped down from the osmanthus tree.

The old man with the white goatee paced to Yang Huaiping's side, and he said in a deep voice: "Little friend, what are you doing here again for my Ziyun Temple!"

Yang Huaiping said with a sincere face: "I see that the Taoist is quiet and quiet, and it is really a treasure for concentrating on cultivation, and my cultivation is shallow, and my state of mind is a little impetuous, so I want to follow the Taoist to cultivate!"

The old man with the white goatee said with a distant gaze: "It's okay to cultivate with me if you want to, don't think about lust, don't drink, don't ...... You can do these precepts!"

As soon as Yang Huaiping heard these rules and regulations, he pondered for a while and said, "What the Taoist chief said about me...... I can do it. ”

The old man with the white goatee glanced at Yang Huaiping meaningfully, he took out a set of Taoist robes from a simple ring between his fingers and threw it to Yang Huaiping, the old man with the white goatee said: "You will be my named disciple of the Purple Cloud Temple in the future, you must abide by the rules and precepts of my Taoist Temple, otherwise you will be dealt with according to the regulations of the Taoist Temple, and now it is snowing heavily, it is a good time to hone your mind, you go back to the Taoist Temple to rest now, and get up early tomorrow morning to practice."