The group zigzagged and walked through the meal scene and came to a large hall with a horizontal plaque that read "Shangqing Palace".

Without being informed, Zhou Heng followed the old road and walked in, passing through the main hall, which was a pavilion built on the mountain, and two old men were playing a game in the pavilion. One has a white chest, and the other has a white beard, both of them are in good spirits and have a childish face. Ye Haotian stopped with the old way, and when he looked down, he saw the old man with the long beard holding a sunspot, with a leisurely expression on his face, and then looked at the game of chess, the black chess had taken the advantage, and there was no need for the old man to frown, and he was thinking hard about how to crack it, Zhou Heng looked at it for a while, and found that although the white chess had been surrounded by water, there was no need for the old man to refuse to admit defeat, and he was still holding the chess pieces, and he couldn't play for a long time. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly pointed to the chessboard and said, "Immortal Chief, there is still a space here." ”

There is no need for the old man to lose in his heart, and he blames this kid for being too talkative, but if you take a closer look and calculate carefully, the space is the only way to survive in death, and he is ecstatic in his heart at the moment, and he still pretends to be groaning on the surface, and it took a long time to put the chess pieces in the empty space that Zhou Heng pointed to.

The long-bearded old man was slightly taken aback, pondered for a moment, and also caught a son, but the son who did not need the old man's talent to play was indeed a chess method.

The old man was so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, I said that I have made great progress in chess recently, but you don't believe it, but what about today? ”

The long-bearded old man smiled slightly, then glanced at Zhou Heng deeply, then looked at the few people standing next to him, and asked, "Changkong, is there something wrong?"

The old man who led Zhou Heng in replied: "Master, I am very happy! someone has passed the Mingxin Cave!!" and then pointed at Zhou Heng: "This is the person! The bones and muscles have also been completely fulfilled!"

The long-bearded old man was taken aback, looked at Zhou Heng up and down with the divine light in his eyes, and spoke for a long time before he spoke: "Okay! Okay! Qingcheng's bad luck has finally come to an end! Son, where are you from? Who else is at home?"

Zhou Heng bowed down and replied: "Cai Yang, both parents are dead, and there is no family."

The chief of the long beard was extremely pleased, and said: "Poor Dao Xi is the head of Qingcheng, and he calls himself 'Changheng'. If you can pass the three levels of clear heart, bone touching and wisdom measurement in one fell swoop, it can be seen that your qualifications are extraordinary, so you will be my disciple in the future. He pointed to the old man and said, "This is your uncle Chiyang Zhenren." ”

Zhou Heng hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

Chiyang Zhenren praised repeatedly: "Good material and beautiful quality, very rare! Just rush this smart, I like it!"

Qingyang Zhenren turned his head and instructed Changkong Dao Chief: "You take your junior brother to arrange it, you can't publicize the matter of Mingxin Cave, you know?"

The head of the long sky road nodded yes.

After Zhou Heng was given a copy of the "Qingyun Sword Codex" by the head of the Changkong Dao, he arranged it next door to him, which was one of the more than twenty bungalows connected in a row.

Changkong introduced: "The people who live here are all disciples of the second and third generations, the oldest is one hundred and forty years old, and the youngest is sixty years old, how old are you?"

"Twenty years old, what about you, senior brother?"

"I'm over eighty years old, alas, the cultivation path is difficult, the progress is slow, what can I do?" Changkong sighed: "Senior brother is the youngest second-generation disciple, and his good life is enviable!"

"Senior brother looks like he is sixty years old at most. What about the master, how much has he lived?" Zhou Heng asked again.

"It is said to be two hundred and seventy-one years old. Changkong replied in a low voice, "Senior brother is the hope of Qingcheng, the master is very important to you, you have to work hard." ”