Beside the Ling River in the south of the empire, the weeds have long been over his knees, Qing Ming looked at the vast sealine in the distance, and memories kept coming to his heart, the former Changting Zhou, the master and the little priest brother, had already been buried in the depths of the sea.

When he was fifteen years old, he still remembered his first time out of the school, and it was also the first time he crossed the legendary extremely terrifying Ling River, and after successfully completing the task assigned by the master, in the face of the prosperity and liveliness of the mainland, he wanted to tell all the things he had seen and heard on the mainland to his little priest brother, and then he could see the incomparable envy and wonderful look on his face, which made his heart extremely satisfied.

When I came to the Lingjiang River again, I suddenly found that I couldn't find my way back, and Changtingzhou, which had lived for fifteen years, also disappeared into the depths of the vast sea......

In fact, he already had a certain premonition, the master's earnest teaching before he led away and the indifferent expression on the face of the little priest brother, all of this made him feel strange, the master who had always been extremely strict and hated nagging said to him the most things he had heard in eighteen years at that time, and the little priest brother who was fascinated by the Shengyuan Empire continent had a calm and breezy demeanor at that time, he always swore that he would definitely go out and explore that continent.

During that time, he wandered on the continent like a lonely ghost, and his yearning for this imperial continent when he was a teenager has long been gone, he was decadent and degenerate, and left all the skills that Dusu taught him behind, sleeping on the streets, and really experiencing the warmth and coldness of the world, at that time he understood why the master would stay away from the rivers and lakes and live in Changtingzhou, but although the world is big, how can there be a so-called pure land, today's Changtingzhou, the pure land in his heart has now quietly disappeared on this continent.

Until he met the girl in red again, it was she who pulled him back from the abyss of depravity, and he still remembered that the slap on his cheeks made him stunned for a while.

Tears welled up in her mind, and her words still haunt her heart.

"You will be depraved forever!"

"Where is that innocent boy from before?"

"Don't you want to understand why Chang Tingzhou disappeared......?

A sentence exploded in his mind like a thunderbolt from the sky, and before he could come back to his senses, the girl turned around and left, leaving only a red figure, since then, the girl would come to visit him every once in a while, during that time she warmed his lonely heart, and he also knew that it was not the first time they had met, the little girl with empty eyes in his memory, the little girl who cried loudly for no reason that made him helpless... This scene gave him faith, and he picked up the sword in his hand again, and the two of them were close to each other for some time to come.

But the good times are always so easy to fade, a group of blue-faced and fanged black-clothed people came to their side, led by one of them to reach the cultivation of the Martial Emperor, in the face of such a disparity in strength, they have only one way to go, that is, to escape. But how could they escape the attack of the black-clothed man led by the strong man of the Martial Emperor, when he was desperate, the girl used her body to block in front of Qing Ming, a touch of bright red soaked the sky, when he was about to break his heart, he pulled out the Qing Ming sword on his body, and swung all the internal force on his body, but how could he cultivate for a huge disparity, the strong man of the Martial Emperor knocked him away with one palm, and he could only watch the girl being captured by them......

"Mo Yunxuan!" a name that he will never forget and will pursue for him for the rest of his life!

At the same time, he also remembered the name of the Martial Emperor powerhouse, "Demon Sect Left Commander, the man of the year who commanded the Demon Cloud Army, Evil Sang"

The sound of the surging river came to his ears again, and Qing Ming's thoughts were pulled back to reality, and the passing water flowed eastward, taking away the endless vicissitudes of time. Qing Ming pulled out the sword on his body and danced alone in the cold wind, and the river in the distance was startled from time to time with rows of shocking water.

The hilt of the Qing Ming sword rotated in a reincarnation in his hand, and the sword light cut through time and space, directly penetrating into the endless space level, but at this moment, the Qing Ming had no time to perceive.

"Infinite Sword Style, the third weight!" Qing Ming muttered, and the sword in his hand came out of his hand and flew towards the river in the distance, forming a ring and heading straight for the sky.

"Flutter!", a mouthful of blood flowed from the mouth of the white-clothed young man, and there was another "Bang!", and the Qing Ying Sword proudly pulled back, standing on the stone not far from him.

"Although the world is big, only you are with you, of course, there is ......" Qing Ming looked at the cyan sword in the distance, a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his chest was hot, and he took out the piece of water clairfall attached to his chest, looking at it exuding a stunning light, Qing Ming couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.

"One sword and one jade! I am not afraid of this heaven and earth, Master, Senior Brother, and... Juan'er.... Wherever you are, I'll get you back!"

......

Qing Ming drew his sword and turned around, a year ago, he and Xuan'er were seriously injured in the process of escaping from the encirclement and suppression of the left commander of the Demon Sect, if it weren't for Xuan'er's last palm for him at the moment of the Martial Emperor Evil Sang, I'm afraid he would have died at this moment, Rao is so, he has also cultivated for nearly a year, thinking of the unknown life and death of Xuan'er who blocked a palm for himself, a nameless depression pressed on his heart, making him almost out of breath.

"Flutter!" Another mouthful of blood spit out from his chest, Qing Ming's face calmed down, he stood up slowly, staggered to the side of the Qing Ming Sword, the sword light flashed, there was the sound of the sword unsheathed, the young man covered his chest and walked towards the wilderness and jungle in the distance step by step, barely maintaining a distance, a stagger, he felt that his eyes were black, and the whole world fell into darkness in an instant.

"It's still too weak!" the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile bitterly before he fell unconscious.

......

Qing Ming gradually regained consciousness, although he had intuition, but his eyelids couldn't be opened as if they were a thousand pounds, and a few words floated into his mind, like whispering in a dream, his fingers moved slightly, trying to find the cyan saber on his body, his fingers just wanted to move for a while, his body seemed to fall apart, and a sharp pain came, almost making him unconscious again.

With his seriously injured and unhealed body, he forcibly cast the Infinite Sword Style's third major power that was beyond the scope of his body's bearing, which also led to his current state.

After resting for a while, his eyes slowly opened, but what came into view was a pillar of pillars, bucket arches, and finches were still clearly visible, and I don't know when, he was already lying in a mansion, and under him was a carved wooden bed.

Qing Ming was stunned, he was obviously on the bank of the Lengjiang River, how could he be here? What is this place?

Qing Ming lifted the quilt covering his body, and just wanted to get out of bed, at this moment, an old man's voice came from the door:

"Childe, you're awake!"