Sunrise, an almost everyday sight.

It nourishes the earth and nourishes all things.

However, few people watch it on weekdays......

Qin Haoxuan looked up, picked up Qinghong again, jumped into the air, and came to the top of the mountain in an instant.

In the distance, the sea of clouds was churning, the sky was gray and blue, and the golden glow spread out in the sky, and the sun was about to jump out of the sea of clouds.

Qinghong Lian leaned tightly into Qin Haoxuan's arms, she looked at the beautiful scenery in the distance, her eyes were full of amazement and praise: "I knew that you would be so good to me if I was going to die, I would rather have an accident earlier, wouldn't you have come to me earlier?"

These words cut Qin Haoxuan's body like a knife, he gathered his arms and hugged the front in front of him, but he couldn't say anything.

The sun jumped out, the golden light was shining, and the morning was full of life.

Qinghong Lian sighed softly: "I'm still a little unwilling, I still want to go with you to see the waves of the North Sea, to find the ancient ruins together, I want to go anywhere with you......"

The voice gradually lowered, and Qinghong finally lost the strength to hold Qin Haoxuan's hand, but at the moment of slipping, it was held by Qin Haoxuan's backhand.

Qin Haoxuan closed his eyes, and two lines of tears fell quietly.

On the top of the high mountain, the breeze gusted, the sea of clouds rolled in the distance, the white clouds had been dyed a brilliant golden yellow, the birds in the forest chirped, the green grass stretched its arms, and the morning dew turned into nothingness in the sun.

Everything looks so good.

But Qinghong couldn't see it anymore.

The power of death, the death of the dead, the sorrow of the living.

When Qin Haoxuan brought Qinghong back to the bamboo garden, the white silk was laid out, and with the sound of weeping, he saw Shen Mu Zhenren standing in front of everyone.

Qinghong's life lamp went out, and Shen Mu Zhenren naturally knew that his disciple was dead, and he was also sad when he saw life and death.

"She's gone, and I'm going too. Qin Haoxuan said.

Shen Mu Zhenren nodded: "Qinghong is a disciple of my Qingyun Sect after all, I hope that Old Ancestor Qin can allow her to be buried in the ancestral hall of my Qingyun Sect." ”

Qin Haoxuan looked at Qinghong's master and her disciples, and nodded: "I promised her that I would erect a monument for her." ”

"There is Lao Qin Ancestor. Shen Mu Zhenren said.

The stone tablet prepared by Qingyun Sect for Qinghong Lian is a 100,000-year-old warm jade, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, frost and fire do not damage its color.

Qin Haoxuan used his fingers to carve five big characters on it one by one: Qin Haoxuan's wife.

The rest of the people looked at the inscription, but they didn't express half of their curiosity.

After burying Qinghong, Shen Muzhen said, "Old Ancestor Qin wants to leave now?"

Qin Haoxuan looked at the newly erected tomb and said to Shen Muzhen: "I'll accompany her for a few days." ”

Shen Mu Zhenren knows better than anyone else Qinghong's dedication to this ancestor, and he does not regret even losing his life for him, and now that Qin Haoxuan is not ruthless, he feels a little relieved: "If Qinghong knows, she must be happy." ”

The ancestral hall of the Qingyun Sect stands in the valley, where the terrain is open, and the evergreen cypress pines are planted, which is quiet and quiet.

Qin Haoxuan leaned against the jade tablet of Qinghong Lian, and talked about the past for a while, and those memories appeared intermittently in front of him, as if it was just yesterday, as if at the end of the years.

Seven days later, Qin Haoxuan said goodbye to Qingyun Sect and left here.

Qin Haoxuan did not forget that the pavilion master of Puguang Pavilion had united with the other two peerless masters to surround and kill him, he acted carefully, did not show a penny, and half a day later, returned to Taichu without any danger.

This place is still the appearance of the frost seal, leaving the most tragic scene of the day of the destruction forever.

Qin Haoxuan first went to the tombstone of Huang Long and others, and after saluting respectfully, he came to the cemetery of Taichu Natural Hall, after hundreds of years of wind and snow, the cemetery of his master Xuanjizi has been somewhat damaged, Qin Haoxuan took out the resources from the dragon scale sword, and re-repaired the tombstones of Xuanjizi and the surrounding disciples.

After doing all this, Qin Haoxuan breathed a sigh of relief, like a prodigal son who went home, his heart finally settled down, Qinghong's death gave him a lot of sadness, so that this man who was bent on rushing forward also began to miss the people in his life, looking back, time is like a long river, it turns out that so long has passed, they have all left themselves for so long.

Sitting casually in front of the tomb, without speaking, Qin Haoxuan smiled first.

"Master, I haven't come to talk to you for a long time, your disciple, Qin Haoxuan, is really powerful now, and his cultivation has reached a height that I couldn't even imagine......"

"Over the years, I have experienced a lot and seen a lot of big people, let me tell you about it......"

"I haven't found the other disciples of Taichu yet, and I don't know what happened to Xu Yu and Zhang Qiang......

"Today a friend of mine died, and I always feel sorry for her......"

As soon as the babbling words opened, Qin Haoxuan couldn't stop, he was like a child who was busy telling his parents everything he had seen and experienced, he would talk about everything he thought of, and say everything that had never been announced in his mouth over the years, and at this time, he said everything to the master.

He is the demon ancestor in the eyes of the world, and he is the demon who cannot be provoked from above, and the world respects him, fears him, fears him, and hates him...... But no one can look at him with the philanthropic eyes of his elders and spoil him, no one can cover the risks between heaven and earth, on the contrary, he must be strong enough to support a world for the people he wants to protect.

Such a high position, cold, lonely but unstoppable, Qin Haoxuan knew in his heart that he could not stop, he could only go higher and farther, to a more lonely place, in order to achieve everything he wanted.

The sun and the moon rotated, and it wasn't until Qin Haoxuan said a lot of words over and over again that he stopped.

"Master, the disciple has been bothering you for a long time this time, and you haven't annoyed the disciple, right?" Qin Haoxuan looked at the cold tombstone and said softly, "The disciple is leaving, the disciple still has a lot of things to do, you tell the master, as long as I Qin Haoxuan is here, Taichu will definitely reappear in the world." ”

Getting up, Qin Haoxuan bowed respectfully to Yingling Mountain before leaving.

Qin Haoxuan didn't go far, he came to the Absolute Immortal Poison Valley.

The Absolute Immortal Poison Valley is just as he looked when he first saw it, the outer hundred miles of red land, not a single inch of grass grows, and the poisonous gas as thick as black smoke envelops the entire valley, overcast and windy, lifeless, that Jedi that symbolizes death, so that countless powers in the world are discouraged, even the powerhouses of the nine Dao Palaces dare not set foot on it.

Qin Haoxuan stood outside the Absolute Immortal Poison Valley, the wind tore at his robe, and the poisonous gas that could instantly melt people was staring at him not far away, he remembered how domineering these poisonous gases were, ordinary monks who were still standing dozens of miles away would be killed by these poisonous miasma, and even the Heavenly Demons would be devoured by it.

As soon as his mind moved, Qin Haoxuan jumped up and flew into the sky, scrutinizing it carefully from an angle that was enough to overlook the entire Absolute Immortal Poison Valley, and the more he looked, the more doubts he had in his heart.

From the outside, the Absolute Immortal Poison Valley was not big, but every time he manipulated the little snake into it, there was always a feeling that there would never be an end in sight.

"Could it be that what kind of spatial formation is contained in the Absolute Immortal Poison Valley?"

Qin Haoxuan frowned slightly, he looked down at his hand, the little snake that had almost accompanied him all his life was still sleeping.

The little snake is now only the size of a palm, it seems that it has been spent sleeping for hundreds of years, its body as thick as a finger occasionally flashes a golden streamer, and there are two horn-like protrusions on its head, which are still grown after Qin Haoxuan fed it dragon blood.

"What the hell are you?" Qin Haoxuan looked at the little snake in the palm of his hand and asked softly, "No matter how vast and powerful my divine sense is, you can accept it all......"

Naturally, the little snake will not respond.