"Where is that man now?"

Taizong didn't answer this question at all.

He lifted his foot and stomped it down.

The pillars of the Chenglong Hall were shattered, the soles of the emperor's feet, the ground was dented, and a great sun slowly emerged from behind him.

Xu Qingke's eyes were blazing.

The blazing light scattered in all directions, but it didn't reach the three-foot range in front of him.

The two "Nirvana cultivators" of the Dao Sect and the Lingshan Mountain each stretched out a hand in front of him.

The brilliance of the great sun is extremely dazzling, constantly overflowing, and the emperor is like a god standing above the clouds, carrying the sun, moon and stars, towering on it, and cannot be looked at directly.

And the white-haired strategist stared straight at the sun.

The light in his eyes was still calm, without warmth......

The sound continues.

"As you can see, the practitioners of the third type of immortality are all amazing and brilliant characters. ”

"The soul after reincarnation is extremely fragile, and it cannot be compared with the Heavenly Realm before death...... So the third kind of immortality technique needs a guide. ”

Beside Xu Qingke, the Lingshan Dazhi Kuoshan monk, and Pope Chen Yi, the Dao fire on the foreheads of the two people burned more and more vigorously, and the sense of time in the eyes of these two people became heavier and heavier.

It's like a metamorphosis.

Faded away the old shell.

Got a new lease of life.

Chen Yi and the monks of Kunshan were both practitioners of the "Immortal Technique", and the guest who inhabited their bodies was different from the power of twisting fire and sitting and forgetting, and the memories of "previous lives" did exist, and when they needed it...... This power will be unleashed.

Chen Yi entered the heavenly capital three times.

Not once, this identity was discovered.

No one even suspected.

Because it's a secret that only a few people know.

The emperor stared at the young man in the azure blue robe, his eyes were a little sad, and there was originally a person beside him who practiced the "third immortal technique". The woman had accompanied him through a "long" period of youth, and the impression she had left was so deep that he could not forget it even if he ascended to the throne of the true dragon. In the hundreds of years since, the most I have done in addition to my practice is to remember and reminisce.

On the Red Mountain Plateau, the Nine Spirits Yuan Sage once asked himself.

Remember the original vow.

The emperor's answer was to remember.

The oath to the woman...... He remembered them all, and didn't pull a word.

But she is a "Quanke", a sea royal family of the demon clan hanging upside down in the sea.

He didn't believe in such a thing as "reincarnation" at all.

The emperor stared at Chen Yi hard, wanting to see something from the young man's face that could prove that he was not wrong...... The third kind of immortality, how ridiculous, ridiculous...... If there really is a third immortal technique, if there is really a "reincarnation", then isn't he wrong from the beginning......

He closed his eyes, his breath a little unsteady.

After 600 years of practice, his Dao heart is like glass, pure and unblemished.

Even if the sky fell and the earth collapsed, he would not be shaken in the slightest...... And now, because of Xu Qingke's few words, his Dao heart shook for a moment.

......

......

Xu Qingke saw this scene, and he keenly captured the ups and downs of the emperor's qi.

The corners of the white-haired strategist's lips turned up slightly.

That's exactly what he intended......

How to kill a saint.

When an unreasonable and ruthless person like Xu Zang appeared, he stabbed the saint with a sword, leaving the other party with blood...... What he had to do was to follow the wound where the blood flowed, little by little, to peel the wound open.

Make this wound bigger.

Let the pain of the skin become a cracking of the heart.

From the body to the soul.

Right now...... It's not enough.

Xu Qingke continued: "After the westward raid, the Great Sui Iron Cavalry Division returned to the Dynasty, and did not stop for long, and immediately marched eastward...... The Buddhist temples in the east were toppled and collapsed, and the dilapidated temples left behind by Daze in the east were actually not the work of ghost cultivators, but the iron horses that went with you on the eastward expedition were pushed down. ”

"As against the Sanqing Pavilion, you defeated the ...... of the Eastern Soil"

The emperor's breathing voice became heavy, he looked at the white robe, and said coldly, "This is also a certain 'genius' who cultivates the third immortal technique?"

Xu Qingke shook his head.

"Mt. Kunshan...... It's a mountain in my hometown. ”

Xu Qingke smiled and said, "The third immortality technique is not easy to cultivate, except for Dao Sect Taiyi and Chen Jun, there is no third person who has successfully cultivated...... When I was very young, I practiced on that mountain and picked tea. ”

Taizong frowned.

He couldn't see through Xu Qingke.

Every word that the white-haired strategist said made him feel incomprehensible.

And Xu Qingyan, who was sitting in the imperial palace, had a somewhat confused look in his eyes...... She couldn't understand what her brother was talking about......

When I was very young, I practiced in Kunshan and picked tea......

The two brothers and sisters have lived in the poor countryside since they were children, and they have hardly seen mountains...... Not to mention tea picking.

In Xu Qingke's sleeve robe, the bamboo slip that exuded a faint golden light was hidden in the abacus, and the light gradually overflowed, overflowing the sleeves from the inside, his eyes continued to say softly with some reminiscence:

"All things have spirits, so I have learned a lot of interesting 'things', the creatures on the mountain, a flower and a grass, a bird and a tree......"

He smiled and said, "Until I walked out of there one day and came to this world, I knew that they were originally called 'demons'...... The Ping Demon Division will hunt down these 'demon spirits'. ”

The forehead of the monk of Kushan is not just a faint Dao fire burning.

There was also a blade of grass that shook and turned into a phantrum.

"I told a frost grass on the mountain that all things have spirits, and if they have a heart, the plants and trees can also be sanctified. ”

Xu Qingke lowered his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I enlightened his soul and taught him the third immortal technique...... Whether he succeeds in cultivation or not...... It's all his creation. ”

At this point, there is no need to say any more.

It's a ridiculous story.

Taizong didn't have the patience to continue listening, he looked at the white-robed man, and said in a hoarse voice: "Grass and trees open the spirit, do you know that if you come to the Chenglong Hall today, the punishment will fall on the head of the entire spiritual mountain." ”

The monk looked at the emperor, shook his head, and said with a calm smile:

"The world has suffered you for a long time. ”

A frost grass enlightens the spirit, practices the art of immortality, and achieves the body of nirvana......

How long has it been all this?

How long did this white-haired strategist live?

"When I was a child, there were many creatures, flowers, birds, and beasts growing on the mountain, thriving, abundant, and separated for many years...... I don't know how it is there now. Xu Qingke raised his eyebrows and said, "I have not only Kunshan Mountain, but also many other mountain ......."

This white-haired strategist, speaking of this, actually began to slowly report the name of the mountain.

"Chihong Mountain...... Lingxu Mountain ...... Luoxia Mountain...... Yilin Mountain ......"

Emperor Taizong had never heard of any of these mountain names.

The emperor had no idea what Xu Qingke wanted to say.

He stared coldly at the white-haired strategist whose lips were getting more and more raised.

After talking about more than a dozen mountains in a row, Xu Qingke finally paused, and he smiled: "You must not have heard of it, after all, you went on an expedition to the east and west, and you ignored a place......

The emperor was stunned.

Xu Qingke stretched out a finger and pointed to the south behind the emperor.

"My hometown, there are 100,000 mountains!"

Xu Qingke's voice was categorical, with an undisguised murderous aura.

His smile was no longer gentle.

"You...... Guess who I am?"

This thin man with white hair and flying hair slowly raised the abacus in his hand, his arm was raised, and the jade beads fell one by one, and the big beads and small beads fell on the jade plate and smashed on the hall, turning into black and white ink, flying around the robe.

In his hand, there was only a golden bamboo slip left.

The "White Bone Plain" in Ning Yi's body continued to tremble.

He leaned against the pillar of the temple, his lips were dry, and his eyes were focused on Xu Qingke's hands...... The golden bamboo slip resonated with the plain of white bones.

More importantly, it resonates with the mountain character scroll.

This is one of the eight heavenly books.

When the "100,000 mountains" in Xu Qingke's mouth landed, the entire hall, countless golden lights converged, and the wisps of golden threads, with the power of cause and effect, wrapped all the ten zhang radius.

This is the power he ordered to drop the Purple Lotus of the Lotus Pavilion.

Cause and effect, fate, this is the road parallel to life and death...... The power of this Heavenly Book was evolved to the extreme in Xu Qingke's hands.

Different from Ning Yi's mountain scroll, Xu Qingke held the bamboo slip, his expression calm and calm.

This is the "life" scroll in the ancient scroll of the sword bearer, which controls cause and effect and involves fate.

Holding the scroll of life, the momentum of the white-haired strategist's whole person became majestic, one person was like a whole city, countless silk threads revolved around him, Tiandu City turned into a chessboard at the bottom of his feet, and everyone's fate was involved in the scroll.

One chess piece after another, spinning beside him, landed in place.

It was a huge killing.

He never hid his murderous intent towards the emperor...... But it's different from Xu Zang.

No one knew he was alive.

No one believed he was alive.

He was already dead, and the inscription of the Great Sui recorded his death......

The skin is irreversible.

Died of ...... Dead air erosion.

Ning Yi looked at the imposing white-haired strategist, and he thought of the point where he had noticed something strange when he was in Changling...... The Great Sui once had an extremely stunning character.

The person who is as famous as the Xishu Lu Sheng, the Beihai Quanke, and the Prince of Zhongzhou.

The man died too strangely, too strangely, but no one questioned it...... Because it was none other than His Majesty today who witnessed his death.

When he was young, His Majesty had not yet ascended the throne, and on that day, he watched the amazing ghost cultivators of southern Xinjiang, who was known as the "living immortal", die in the erosion of dead air.

At this moment, the Chenglong Hall is still dead.

It's just that when the white-haired strategist is three feet around, it will scatter into ashes, and not an inch will be touched.

Xu Qingyan looked at his brother in a daze.

Xu Qingke, who was holding the bamboo slip, was in a peaceful mood and was not shocked.

That old soul, together with the young man, looked at his "sister" through this skin, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

Before the catastrophe died, a wisp of soul parasitized on this bamboo slip, and suffered loneliness for hundreds of years until it was picked up by a child named "Xu Qingke".

From that day on, Xu Qingke was no longer just Xu Qingke.

He has an extra "ghost talent" who became famous before his death.

If you don't die, as a pure guest, you are innocent and clear, and many trivial things in the world will pass by in a blink of an eye.

Not contaminated with love, hatred, and sorrow in the world.

It is not contaminated with the joys, sorrows, and sorrows here.

Yu Qingshui.

Xu Qingke.

The white-haired strategist looked at Emperor Taizong calmly and said, "You almost killed me." ”

"Really, just a little bit. ”

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