After a flash of white light, Xia Qing and the three of them appeared in front of the Wuzhou Shanren Inn.

The sun was slowly rising, the sky was already bright, and the mist was steaming among the mountains.

The old shopkeeper, as usual, moved a chaise longue and lay on it waiting for the sun, with his eyes closed, the chaise longue swayed and seemed to be asleep.

Lu Madman didn't say anything, it seemed that he had completed the task by bringing Xia Qing back, and went back to the backyard of the inn to continue striking iron. Soon, there was a clanging sound of iron in the backyard. During this time, the outside world has been turned upside down, but the inn does not seem to have changed at all, as if time has stopped flowing here.

"King Li, follow me. ”

Xia Qing whispered, beckoned to King Li, walked lightly from the side of the recliner, and walked towards the wing room in the backyard.

On the drumbling recliner, the old shopkeeper lay motionless as if he had fallen asleep, but the corners of his mouth showed a vague smile, and then, with a faint sigh, his expression a little complicated. As soon as the cold wind blew, a trace of blood faintly oozed from his armpits.

Xia Qing didn't notice anything unusual, but King Li, who was following him, suddenly stopped, looked at the old shopkeeper lying on the recliner, and then looked at Xia Qing who was leading the way in front, hesitated for a moment and then followed, silent and didn't say anything.

"King Li, you rest in this room first, and then we will act in the evening. Xia Qing took King Li to a side room, and the moment he pushed the door open, he faintly smelled a familiar breath. During that time in Wuzhou, Shi Xuanxuan lived here. In a blink of an eye, a few years have passed, and the furnishings in the room are exactly the same as before, but the woman who used to follow her all day and night has disappeared and does not know where she has gone.

Xia Qing was a little distracted, and suddenly, he felt as if he had missed something, and there was an indescribable sense of loss in his heart.

Ever since he stepped into the threshold of cultivation, he has devoted himself to cultivation, longing to explore the ruins of the Immortal Kingdom to find more powerful exercises and treasures, longing to find his mother who has never met, and he is indifferent to everything else, but is this really correct?

Xia Qing stood still, his eyes were a little dazed, and after a while, he heard King Li calling himself.

"Childe, Xia Gongzi ......"

King Li stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Xia Qing, and asked, "Where are you going at night?"

"A very quirky place. Xia Qing came back to his senses.

King Li frowned, and his voice became cold, "Young Master Xia, I think you may be mistaken, I am not your entourage." I have already helped you complete your request, and next, you have to go to a place with me to cultivate, and wait to break through to the half-step Yang God Realm and cut off the human emperor chain on my body. ”

From the Heavenly Dao Gate to Wuzhou, King Li certainly has his purpose, and he never forgets to cut off the human emperor chains on his body. This chain had trapped him for more than 800 years, it was a shackle on him, and he did not regain his true freedom until he cut it for a day. In the Heavenly Dao Gate, it was precisely because of the shackles of the human emperor's chains that he was defeated in the hands of Xiahou Xuanfeng.

"Senior Liwang, although you made a move, you didn't kill Xiahou Xuanfeng. According to our agreement, it doesn't seem to be able to meet the requirements, right?" Xia Qing asked rhetorically.

"I don't care about this, I've done my best as you asked, you have to follow me!"

King Li was in a hurry, and violent power fluctuations erupted in his body, and he was about to take Xia Qing up and forcibly take him away, when he suddenly stopped with a sense of emotion.

The sound of the tinkling iron suddenly stopped, and the inn was terrifyingly quiet.

King Li immediately thought of the madman Lu and the mysterious nail in his hand, with the strength of Xiahou Xuanfeng, he didn't dare to act rashly, and King Li naturally didn't dare to act at will. Recalling Xiahou Xuanfeng's jealousy, the mystery of the Lu madman, and the unfathomable profundity of the old shopkeeper at the door, King Li suddenly sweated in his palm. The more carefully I sensed it, the more boundless the pressure became, and it seemed to be caught in a series of terrifying prohibitions. The seemingly ordinary inn secretly hides many traps and forbidden circles!

A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on King Li's forehead, and he felt that even in the heyday of eight hundred years ago, he might not be able to break out of this inn, this was the real Longtan Tiger's Den, much more powerful than the so-called peerless magic circle of Tiandaomen.

Xia Qing observed his words and looks, knowing that King Li must have felt the pressure of the madman Lu and the old shopkeeper, and said slowly: "Senior King Li, when you get to the Shanren Inn, take a good rest, don't think too much." If you don't want to come with me tonight, stay here for a while. I'll be back in about three to five days. Don't worry, after breaking through to the half-step Yang God Realm, I will definitely help you cut off this human emperor's chain!"

"No, I'll go with you!"

Of course, King Li disagreed, worried that Xia Qing would take the opportunity to slip away, and he was a little puzzled, his voice was low, "If you act at night, where are you going?"

"I have to go!"

Xia Qing was categorical, paused, and deliberately gave King Li a little hope and temptation, "That place is very weird, maybe I can find some elixir or treasure to help me speed up my cultivation, and even break through to the half-step Yang God Realm in one fell swoop!"

King Li really came to the end, "Where is it?"

"You'll know when the night comes, Senior Liwang, have a good rest. The road may not be safe, if you are stopped by some imps halfway, you will be laughed at. Xia Qing pretended to smile mysteriously, turned away, and returned to his room to sit cross-legged.

The genius was bright, and there was still plenty of time before it got dark.

Xia Qing swallowed a few pills of Pei Yuan Dan, and silently recited the longevity of Haoqi to slowly recover his vitality. In the battle of Tiandaomen, although he did not fight with Xiahou Xuanfeng, the fierce battle with Li Yuan, the Heavenly King of the Pagoda, consumed a lot of vitality, and he was almost completely crushed by the terrible pagoda.

Wisps of pure heaven and earth aura came like a tide, and the concentration of aura in the inn was not as strong as that of the Heavenly Dao Gate, but it was more abundant and pure, and the endless stream seemed to never be exhausted. Before, Xia Qing didn't pay much attention, but now he can be sure that there are some powerful treasures or spirit gathering arrays in the inn.

The Yuan Power in his body gradually became abundant, and Xia Qing didn't dare to cultivate for too long, worried that he would miss the time if he was not careful. After feeling the same, he slowly opened his eyes and took out a painting from his arms, which was the one left by his father, Xia Changkong.

"Finally got the painting back. ”

"What does Mother really look like?"

Xia Qing's hands trembled, and she slowly spread out the portrait of her mother. In the Heavenly Dao Gate, he was disturbed after only half of it was spread, and now he can finally see his mother's face clearly!

Xia Qing's heart was excited, and the moment he completely spread out the portrait, a long-haired woman appeared in front of him, tall and slender with long black hair. The woman walked barefoot on a river beach, wading through the water with a black umbrella, and her movements were vivid, as if she was about to come out of the painting. It can be seen that she is definitely a stunning woman, giving people an indescribable charm, but unfortunately, the woman looks back at something, and she can't see her facial features and appearance. In the lower right corner of the painting, write a few small words, 'Give your beloved wife Murong Feixue'.

"Mother, Mother......"

"Murong Feixue, it turns out that my mother's name is Murong Feixue......"

Xia Qing's eyes gradually turned red, and she reached out and gently touched the woman in the painting with her fingertips. Although he couldn't see the woman's facial features, the moment he saw the woman in the painting, he was sure that this was his mother, and it was the intuition that blood dissolved in water.

"Mother, wherever you are, I must find you!"

Xia Qing muttered, clenched his fists hard, looked up at the sky outside the window, and couldn't wait for it to get dark, so he couldn't wait to leave immediately.