Xiao Wu walked very fast, and left the Thunder Temple overnight, going back to Beibi Mountain to see the woman he had always loved deeply, and dissolving his heart knot for many years. When he returns from Beibi Mountain, the former ruthless swordsman will really come back, and he will kill Gu Shanyue at all costs.

There are many masters in Forget Worry City, there is the big devil who solves Qianchou, and there are also the strangers in Tsing Yi and the equally eccentric chief manager Silent Night, can Xiao Wu succeed?

Xia Qing pondered, happy for Xiao Wu, who had been reborn, but also worried about him.

With Xiao Wu's current cultivation, not to mention being alone in the world, at least he is also a first-class master, Gu Shanyue, who is known as the head of the four villains in Forgotten Worry City, is definitely not his opponent;

"Xiao Wu will go back and forth, at least a month. ”

"Do you continue your retreat during this month, or do you ......?"

Xia Qing raised his head and looked at the night sky, and slowly made a decision, changed into a wandering swordsman's outfit, walked down the Thunder Temple, and prepared to leave overnight. As soon as he walked out of the Thunder Temple, he suddenly found a figure standing in the dark, rubbed his eyes and found that it was the old shopkeeper, this old man came to the door of the Thunder Temple at some point, and the elusive became more and more strange. When the strange man in Tsing Yi rushed to the Thunder Temple, the old guy disappeared completely, and when the great housekeeper of Forgotten Worry City suddenly appeared in the night, he didn't see the old man, and no matter what happened, Xia Qing had to deal with it himself. After the turmoil passed, the old guy appeared out of nowhere.

"Qing'er, are you leaving?" asked the old shopkeeper.

Xia Qing nodded, not concealing, "Hmm." ”

The old shopkeeper asked, "Where are you going?"

"Heavenly Dao Gate. Xia Qing said three words.

The old shopkeeper frowned, "You're going to find Xiahou Xuanfeng?"

"Yes, I must get back what belongs to me!"

Xia Qing is very resolute, a month later, Xiao Wu is likely to make a big fuss in the Forgotten Worry City, and he must be present at that time, not worrying that Xiao Wu will break into the Forgotten Worry City alone. Before that, he had one thing that he had to do, and that was to go to the Heavenly Dao Gate to find Xiahou Xuanfeng to retrieve his mother's portrait. If his cultivation was still in the early stage of the Life and Death Realm, Xia Qing naturally didn't dare to have such thoughts, but after the Thunder Temple inherited the power of the huge heavenly thunder and broke through to the late stage of the Life and Death Realm in one fell swoop, he decided to boldly break through and give it a try.

"Well, is it okay not to go?" sighed the old shopkeeper.

"No, you have to go!" Xia Qing was very resolute, the reason why he stayed in Wuzhou was to explore the ruins of various immortal kingdoms on the one hand, and to find his mother who had never met before. If you want to find your mother smoothly, the portrait must be taken back, the head of the heavenly master Xiahou Xuanfeng is very powerful, known as the number one master in the world, but Xia Qing still has to go.

"After a while, can't you break through to the peak of life and death and then go?" the old shopkeeper asked again, obviously very uneasy about Xia Qing's long trip.

"No, I can't wait. ”

Xia Qing did not waver, rolled his eyes, and said, "Old man, otherwise, you can go with me." It's too dangerous to fight and kill, as long as you come forward, Xiahou Xuanfeng will definitely give you a face and return the portrait to me, how about it?"

"That's impossible. The old shopkeeper refused.

"Then give me a few life-saving treasures, lest I die in the Heavenly Dao Gate, and your old man washes his face with tears every day. Xia Qing said.

"Get out, it's better for your kid to die, so as not to always cause trouble for the old man. ”

The old shopkeeper rolled his eyes and said, "There are no treasures, but don't worry, Qing'er, I have found someone to greet you." ”

"Really?"

Xia Qing was energetic, and his eyes brightened. Xiahou Xuanfeng is not only the number one master in the world, but also a figure of the year in Zhongzhou, who single-handedly created the Heavenly Court, claiming to replace the immortal kingdom in history. Who will such an ambitious hero listen to? Or, what kind of person can make Xiahou Xuanfeng give three points?

"Hehe, you know that person too. The old shopkeeper smiled, for some reason, Xia Qing always felt that this old guy was smiling very obscenely. A high-ranking state pastor laughed as cheaply as those obscene old men.

"Old man, you can't be talking about yourself, right?" Xia Qing had a bad premonition, and the old shopkeeper gave him a feeling of uneasiness and kindness. From childhood to adulthood, the old guy will only fall into the well, and the dead will not pay for their lives, when did they be so kind and send charcoal in the snow? Aunt Yu Qiniang and Zhao Dazui and others are also always cheaters, but the most pitiful is still this old man.

"Of course not, does the old man have such a big face? Qing'er, you are too suspicious, this is not good. ”

The old shopkeeper paused, and said seriously: "You kid has been restless since he was a child, before going out, even if I get to you, I am unwilling to continue to cultivate in the Thunder Temple, and if I don't go to the Heavenly Dao Gate to find Xiahou Xuanfeng, I am afraid that I will also go to explore the ancient ruins of the Immortal Kingdom, anyway, where there is danger, I will go." Therefore, I bathed and changed my clothes before going out, lit three incense sticks in front of the statue of the god in the inn, and asked the ancient gods of the Northern Wilderness to protect you and return safely. ”

"Old man, are you talking about the backer being the stone in the inn?" Xia Qing was speechless.

"Yes, don't talk nonsense, children, it's not a stone, it's a statue of the ancient gods of the Northern Wilderness. For thousands of years, without the protection of this idol, the inn would have been engulfed in poisonous mist. The old shopkeeper shook his head and said, "Qing'er, don't worry, I have greeted the ancient gods of the Northern Wilderness, and with the protection of this statue, you will definitely be able to return safely." ”

"Old man, you are ruthless. ”

Xia Qing was convinced, and saw the lower limit of the old shopkeeper, no, this old man is shameless and has no lower limit at all, "Let's go!"

Xia Qing said that he would go, plunged into the poisonous mist that rolled up and down, and used the trick of riding the wind and fog to go away.

"Qing'er, wait, I haven't finished my sentence yet. If you encounter any danger outside, remember to visualize the statue of the ancient god of the Northern Wilderness, pray loudly, and then ......" The old shopkeeper chased after him and told loudly from afar.

Xia Qing was faster, and flew away without looking back, leaving the Thunder Temple overnight, not wanting to pay attention to Xuanyuan Kang, the old man. I don't know when this old man became more vile and shameless.

"This kid ......"

In the darkness, the old shopkeeper stopped and did not chase again. looked at Xia Qing's distant back and shook his head.

"I went to the Heavenly Dao Gate in the late stage of the life and death realm, I really don't know how thick the sky is!"

"Young people nowadays, even the ancient gods are disrespectful, alas......"

The old shopkeeper sighed, pinched a trick in his hand, and his body disappeared strangely, and the next moment, he appeared in the inn on Beacon Hill.

The cold wind is blowing, and there are three sandalwood sticks in front of the stone statue, and green smoke curls up. The ancient stone statues emitted a faint glow, keeping out the boundless poisonous mist.

The old shopkeeper pinched his fingers and calculated, but he was still a little worried, so he took out three sandalwood sticks from his arms, lit them and inserted them in front of the stone statue.

The night was thick, and there was a tinkling sound of striking iron in the backyard of the inn, and the madman continued to strike iron as usual, as if a nail could play for a year. After Yu Qiniang, Zhao Dazui and Tang Banbei went down the mountain, the inn was a lot deserted, and it was even quieter when Xia Qing was not there.

"Qing'er, Qing'er, you must be careful. ”

The old shopkeeper muttered, took off the jasper Xiao hanging from his waist, and lay on the chaise longue and shook and blew, the tune has not changed for thousands of years, and it is still the old heart-to-heart sound.