I don't know how long it took, but the old shopkeeper finally stopped.

Xia Qing felt dizzy, shook his head and took a closer look, and came to a high mountain, standing on the edge of the cliff at the top of the mountain, with an abyss with no end under his feet, and clouds and mist drifting halfway up the mountain. When the cold wind blew, his body shook a little, and it seemed that he was about to fall down at any time.

Xia Qing felt a little weak in his legs, and suddenly became much more sober, "Old man, what kind of place is this?"

"Hundred Saints Mountain. ”

The old shopkeeper's voice was low, and he was also standing on the edge of the cliff, but his body did not move under the cold wind.

"Hundred Saints' Mountain?"

Xia Qing muttered, I had never heard of this name, and I couldn't find this place in the map of the Immortal Kingdom.

The old shopkeeper did not explain, and stood silently.

Xia Qing was puzzled, but he didn't ask too much, and stood quietly.

The cold wind blew and whined.

Looking around, Xia Qing found that the Hundred Saints Mountain was even higher than he expected, a lot higher than the surrounding mountains. The abyss under your feet is only afraid of no less than 100,000 zhang, and if you fall from here, a master at the peak of the life and death realm will also fall into meat sauce!

Xia Qing's legs were a little weak again, and he didn't know why the old shopkeeper suddenly brought him here. There is no thunder, only the whirring wind, is it to bring yourself here to see the scenery?

Xia Qing smiled bitterly, and found that he couldn't guess the old shopkeeper more and more.

This old man is more cunning than anyone else, and he is absolutely hidden. When he was a child, he thought that his aunt Yu Qiniang was the most powerful, a little more ruthless than Zhao Dazui, and now he knew that the most powerful person in the inn was the old blind man of the old shopkeeper. I usually know the sun all day long, and I don't know how many people have been deceived.

The old shopkeeper kept silent, and seemed to be able to stand on the edge of the cliff for three days and three nights, for a long time, and then broke the silence and said: "Qing'er, are you very strange, why did you bring you here?"

"Yes. ”

Xia Qing replied truthfully, and said with a wry smile: "Old man, you won't take me here to wait for the rain and thunder, or come here to see the scenery, right?"

"Of course not. ”

The old shopkeeper shook his head and said, "Today, I specially brought you here to listen to the wind." ”

"Ah......h

Xia Qing thought that he had heard it wrong, Beacon Mountain was the southern gate of Wuzhou, and it was windy all year round. What kind of nerves did the old shopkeeper have to bring himself here to blow the wind?

"Come here to listen to the wind?" Xia Qing asked, thinking that the old shopkeeper was wrong, but looking at the latter's expression, he looked serious.

"Yes, listen to the wind. ”

The old shopkeeper nodded and said slowly, "Listen carefully, what's the difference in the wind here?"

Xia Qing really stopped seriously, the wind was very strong, whirring, but it was no different from other places, after listening carefully, he shook his head, and said honestly, "I didn't find any difference." ”

"And now?" said the old shopkeeper.

The cold wind was still there, but the sound of the voice changed suddenly, it was no longer a normal whirring, but mixed with many harsh noises, which sounded uncomfortable, as if there were countless lonely souls and wild ghosts shouting, wailing or screaming together, full of all kinds of dark and negative energy. After listening intently for a while, Xia Qing's face turned pale and he was sweating profusely. His body shook and he almost fell off the cliff.

Xia Qing was even more puzzled, and didn't dare to listen anymore, "Old shopkeeper, what's going on?"

The old shopkeeper didn't answer, and played another trick, "Qing'er, listen to it again." ”

The wind continued to blow, but the sound of the wind was different, faintly bringing a burst of passionate sound, this sound sounded sunny, vigorous, and exciting, not the Sanskrit sound of Buddhism, nor the sound of mantras of Taoism, but like the sound of a reader's reading aloud, which sounded calm and full of enthusiasm.

"Old man, what the hell is going on?" Xia Qing really couldn't figure it out, it was the same rumor, but he could hear two completely different voices, and such a thing had never happened.

"A long, long time ago, this place was not called Baisheng Mountain, but Huashen Peak. It is said that it is the closest place to the gods in the world, and many people come here every year from afar to worship the gods, and there are also many masters who have attained enlightenment here to retreat, and after completing their skills, they ascend to the divine court here and become immortal gods. At that time, Huashen Peak was a sacred place in the hearts of everyone in the world, and it was said that any stone brought back after coming here to worship could bless the safety of the family and even bring good luck to the entire family. The old shopkeeper spoke in a low voice, talking about the past of Baisheng Mountain.

"What happened later?" Xia Qing asked, knowing that something must have happened later.

"Later?"

Sure enough, a trace of bitterness appeared on the old shopkeeper's face, and he said quietly: "Later, countless demons appeared on the earth, killing people when they saw them, slaughtering the city in groups, claiming to kill all the human races. People rushed to the Avatar Peak to pray to the Divine Court, eager for the gods to descend to earth and help people drive away the terrible demons. ”

"The result?" Xia Qing asked.

As a result, there was no response, and even if the secular world was full of blood, there was not a single god descending from the earth. When sacrifices are needed, all kinds of so-called oracles are always sent down, but when the people really need to be saved, the gods all disappear, and there is no response when they kneel and pray for seven days and seven nights. Even, when the demon army reached the Avatar Peak, there was not the slightest shadow of the gods, and many powerful cultivators were desperate, and even fled in all directions. The old shopkeeper said hatefully.

"And then?" Xia Qing asked.

"At the last moment, at the time of the life and death of the human race, Lao Zhou Mu led a group of cultivators who were born as scholars to stand up and call on people to fight hard. The gods don't save it, people save themselves, and use their own strength to fight with the demon army in the Turning God Peak. ”

The old shopkeeper paused, and said in a deep voice: "In that battle, the top masters of the human race almost died, and the heads of the major sects, the older generation of state pastors, and the older generation of human emperors all died on this god peak. It is said that blood stained every inch of the land of Huashen Peak, and after seven days and seven nights of bloody battle, he finally used the strength of the Terran himself to repel the demons and protect the bloodline of the Terran in the land of Zhongzhou. After that battle, in order to commemorate the martyrs of the human race, people renamed the Hundred Saints Peak as the Hundred Saints Peak, and many cultivators came here every year to pay tribute to their ancestors. It's a pity that after a long time of peace, slowly no one remembers this place, alas......"

The old shopkeeper sighed faintly, unable to hide the sadness in his words.

The battle back then was so tragic that he didn't dare to remember it. At that time, he was still a teenager about the same size as Xia Qing, and he survived under the protection of his master. Until now, he still remembers the pathos when Shizun fell in his arms and passed on the position of state pastor to him.

"If the gods don't save them, people save themselves......"

Xia Qing muttered, somewhat understanding why the old shopkeeper brought him here. Before practicing, practice your heart, and before you practice the Kyushu Thunder Sword, you must first know the past of the previous state pastors.

"Qing'er, after learning the Kyushu Thunder Sword, you have to take on the corresponding responsibilities, are you willing? Are you ready again?" asked the old shopkeeper.

"I do!"

Xia Qing nodded, "When I was a child, Lao Taijun personally taught our two brothers to read, saying that how much ability you have, how much responsibility you have. My Xia Qing's cultivation is not high, but I can swear here that if one day there is a disaster like the one in the Zhongzhou Continent, I will never insult the spirit of a scholar!"

"Good, good!"

The old shopkeeper nodded appreciatively, opened his right hand and grabbed the void with five fingers, and took back the two spells he had played before.

The cold wind howled and whirred on the top of the mountain.

Ordinary people couldn't hear anything, but Xia Qing could hear it. After knowing the origin and history of the name Baisheng Peak, standing on the edge of this high cliff, he seemed to hear the roar and madness of demons, as well as the sacrifice of many human sages and sages, and an ancient and tragic aura came to his face, seeping into his body and precipitating in his mind, and even the treasure space of the dantian seemed to be full of tragic and magnificent atmosphere.

"Qing'er, you are only listening on the surface, so you can't hear the charm of the wind; you have to listen with your heart, just like your heart sword Dafa, don't look with your eyes, use your heart. The old shopkeeper pointed out.

Xia Qing knew that the old shopkeeper had begun to really pass on his skills, so he immediately corrected it according to his words, boldly opened his heart, and sensed the cold wind on the top of the mountain with his heart. He had the experience of cultivating the Heaven and Earth Alliance Heart Sword Dafa, and this step was not difficult for him, and he soon had a new feeling. The wind is no longer the wind, but the messenger of time, which seems to bring him back to the battlefield of ancient times, with the sounds of fighting, shouts and screams echoing in his ears. It seems that the souls of the ancient sages and demons have not disappeared, and they fight on the Hundred Saints Mountain year after year.

"Listen with your ears, that's the first level. ”

"The second level is to use your mind to sense, but that's not enough. ”

"At the third level, visualize yourself as one of the ancient sages and step into that tragic ancient battlefield. ”

"People in the world say that they hope to go to heaven and stay away from hell after death, but in fact, hell is on earth, and life is a grand cultivation. Only those who make good use of the Dafa of visualization will be able to reflect on their own self-realization and break through their own shortcomings and flaws one by one, and only in this way will it be possible to gradually become a true master. Qing'er, remember, the Abyss Technique is not cultivated like you, and the real mystery of this exercise is not to conjure up a killing god to kill people, but to kill yourself in your visualization and destroy your flaws one by one!"

The voice of the old shopkeeper sounded in Xia Qing's mind, further instructing Xia Qing on how to cultivate.

Coming to the abyss?

The old shopkeeper also knew this technique, and he also knew that he could conjure up Zhao Laocai and other killing gods?

Xia Qing was surprised and found that the old shopkeeper was even more mysterious, and before he had time to think about it, the old shopkeeper pushed behind him, and he fell off the cliff involuntarily.

"Ah......h

Xia Qing exclaimed, his heart was extremely nervous, and then, he found that he did not fall to his death under the cliff, but came to a bloody ancient battlefield, and countless demons swung their swords and pounced.

Is this an illusion?

Or did you step into a phantom array or some ancient prohibition?

Xia Qing was at a loss, and was about to draw his sword to fight, when he found a demon flapping his wings and passing through his chest, fighting with a human master.

Not again!

Just a bystander?

Xia Qing remembered the experience of straying into the Ethereal City of the Immortal Era, that time, he could only watch the ethereal fairy die under his nose, and this time it was even more tragic, he could only watch the masters of the human race fight with the demon army. The fog filled the air and the sound of killing shook the sky, and the enemy and us together were afraid of no less than millions of people, and the killing was dark.