There is a city at the foot of Kunlun, which is a hundred miles away from the mountain gate of Kunlun.

And the place Gu Yi is going to now is that small city, because there is a family he hasn't seen in nine years.

The sword in the Kunlun Sword Shrine is very good, and it is very strong, but I don't know why, he always feels that it is not a sword that belongs to him, there is no so-called feeling, there is no kind of encounter like fate that others often say.

Even if the Kunlun that he had heard from many people's mouths appeared in front of him, he still didn't have any special feelings, because he felt in his heart that this Kunlun sword was not his sword.

But there was a trace of sword qi on the Kunlun sword, and that sword qi submerged into his body and into his sea of divine consciousness.

Cultivators have realms, but the foundation of all realms comes from the three major vessels in the human body.

Dantian, Purple Mansion, and Jade Palace, this is the most mysterious container in the human body, or the cage, the cage that imprisons the spiritual power of heaven and earth in the human body.

The dantian was opened from the first realm of pupation, and the purple mansion was opened from the third realm of the mortal realm, because when it reached this realm, it would derive divine consciousness and greatly enhance the five senses of the cultivator, which was why the mist above the trial sword meeting had no effect on the disciples of the third realm.

As for the Jade Palace Realm, it is in the Seventh Realm Dragon Gate Realm, which means that the fish leaps over the Dragon Gate, and the Jade Palace is the biggest factor in how to turn into a dragon.

However, Gu Yi was different from ordinary cultivators, because cultivators in the world generally believed that they could only open the Purple Mansion when they reached the third realm, but Gu Yi was born with the Purple Mansion wide open.

In other words, Gu Yi was born with the ability to possess divine sense, but he had not cultivated a single cent of divine consciousness in the past nine years, because this was what his master required of him.

Gu Yi didn't understand, but he didn't ask why.

It wasn't until that sword qi dwelt in his Purple Mansion that he saw the black light that was extremely intense in the depths of his Purple Mansion.

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"Old, Ancestor?"

The middle-aged man, who had been sitting cross-legged in the snow but had not been stained with the slightest snowflake, heard the voice and turned his head and smiled kindly at the fat man who was rubbing his hands uneasily.

"Is the clan okay?" the middle-aged man waved his hand, but there was no one in sight, but a set of tea sets flew up from the bottom of the mountain, and there was already brewed tea in it.

"Return, return to the ancestors, everything in the clan is still stable and stable. "The chubby man is also the lord of a city in Datang, and he is really an official position in the sixth grade, not to mention that he has experienced strong winds and waves, but he has also gone through a lot of ups and downs, how could he have been so restrained?

But who is the person in front of him? If nothing else, just the bloodline, the man in front of him is the first person in the family tree! Even his father only wrote a name on it, and compared to the exploits of the man in front of him on the family tree, it is a splendid article and a child's signature!

Even if his bloodline is inherited from this man's brother, what can he do? The only person in the entire Ying family who can make the world famous for thousands of years is the first emperor who was the first to unify Kyushu, and the second is the man in front of him, and he is called Ying Zheng!

"It's good to be stable, don't take the government affairs in the city too tightly, it's really unreasonable that you haven't even kept up with your own cultivation, and when Chu Qiong can surpass you in a few years, do you still have a face?"

The chubby man laughed, he thought that it was a good thing that his daughter could beat him, as the saying goes, his daughter is a father's little padded jacket, isn't it?

The head of Kunlun was not annoyed when he saw his smirk, but a little happy, cultivating immortals and cultivating immortals, there are so many cultivators in the world, I haven't seen anyone really become an immortal, even if he lives longer than the thousand-year-old king and eighty-thousand-year-old turtle, it is still a person, the elders in the mountains opposed Kunlun's entry into the world, and even suggested that Kunlun disciples should be ruthless, and their own blood relatives will never see each other again, and it is right to pursue the avenue of heaven and earth and pursue immortality.

This is also why, when he came to power, he made this rule that he could enter and leave the mountain gate at will after ten years of entering the mountain.

Ten years is a time limit, and it is already rare in the world to be able to enter the Kunlun Mountain Gate, and if such a qualification is placed in Kunlun and cannot have the power of self-preservation after ten years, it is better to die.

"By the way, you didn't come up to me today to talk about these common things, did you?" the head put down the teacup and his tone was still gentle.

"Ancestor. The fat man thought about it and felt that he should still ask about that matter clearly, so he thought seriously for a while, and then said: "I know that you treat Ah Yi's kid as a son, but that thing is my Ying family's thing, is it a bit too much to put on Ah Yi's body before he cultivates to Dacheng?"

"Too inconsiderate?" the middle-aged man asked rhetorically, and the fat man smiled and didn't continue.

The head of Kunlun suddenly stood up, how could the juniors of the clan opposite him dare to stand?

The fat man looked at his ancestor and bent down slightly, his eyes were still very respectful.

"You should also know that the master took me up the mountain to carry this thing forward again and prevent it from falling into dust. But in the final analysis, things are dead and people are alive, whether it is my Ying family or not, the surname Ying, whether there is the blood of my Ying family, so what does it matter?"

The fat man thought about it, although he knew that the ancestor's words were right, but he still had some pimples in his heart, and couldn't help but persuade again: "But when I saw that Ah Yi came down from the mountain, there was no protection from your breath, and that thing had gradually begun to revolt." If it weren't for the sword qi that came from nowhere to be suppressed, I'm afraid he would ......"

"Hahaha, that sword qi is the Kunlun Sword's own origin, if it weren't for this, I wouldn't have let Ah Yi go to the sword shrine before going down the mountain, but this is also a pity, I didn't expect Ah Yi and I to have a rejection of the Kunlun Sword after integrating into this thing, and I couldn't take it out of the sword shrine, it's really a pity to think about it now. ”

"It turns out that the ancestor has already calculated in his heart, since he has the recognition of the Kunlun Sword, he wants to come to Ah Yi, this kid will not covet the ancestral property of our Ying family, right?"

The man turned around, and the chubby junior instantly felt that his whole body was cold and swaying, and he just wanted to kneel down when he heard the ancestor laugh and scold: "Don't you want to think about who this thing will be passed on to in the future?"

Ying Lu was stunned for a while, and after thinking for a while, he realized that all this was caused by his own careful thoughts, and he couldn't help but blush.

With the friendship between Ah Yi and Chu Qiong over the years, when they have children in the future, will they not be passed on to the descendants of the Ying family's bloodline?

Why didn't he figure it out when it was such a simple thing?

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"Eat less. ”

When the person lying on the peach blossom tree threw the peach blossoms down, the red old horse had already opened his mouth and swallowed the peach petals one by one.

"It's not tasty. The old horse raised his head, as if he was a little disgusted, and the peach blossoms that bloomed in March were not very fresh.

"It's not Merlin after all, you just bear with it. The man in the tree chuckled and jumped off the tree.

Under the tree lay a young man, asleep.

"Senior brother is in such a hurry to let him go down the mountain, could it be that something big is going to happen?" The young man stood under the peach blossom tree, and the peach blossoms fell, the scenery was beautiful, and the people were better than the immortals.

"Who cares what he thinks, no one knows what he thinks anyway. The red old horse lowered his head and ate the peach petals that fell to the ground, and there was a little silver in the center of his eyebrows, like a flame.

That's right, that's what the teacher said back then. The young man shrugged his shoulders and looked at the faint touch of black that was getting closer and closer, and every plant and tree on the mountain began to wither.

Behind the black figure was a beautiful boy with silver hair.

"You're still late. The young man stepped forward, and as he walked, the withered flowers and plants of the whole mountain returned to their normal normal.

"Is it late?" The black shadow was wrapped in a black cloak, and it was impossible to see the face and hear the men and women.

"But it's all trivial. After the young man finished speaking, he looked at the young man standing behind the black figure, looked at his cold pupils, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "This should be the heir you chose, right? ”

"Probably. The person under the cloak walked under the peach blossom tree, looked at the sleeping Gu Yi, and stretched out his right hand, which was as white as jade.

"Is this his disciple?"

"Yes, this is our senior brother's closed disciple. When the young man had finished speaking, he waved his hand and let the old red horse come near, turn over and sit down.

"Now that you're here, the rest is none of the rest to me. Hey, what's your name?" the young man looked at the silver-haired boy and spoke softly.

"Xue Wangchen. The silver-haired boy saluted respectfully to the young man.

"It turned out to be a disciple of the Longmen Xue family. The young man showed a touch of admiration on his face, "Is your ancestor still strong?"

"Thank you for your concern, although I haven't seen you for several years, I want to come to my ancestors, and my bones are still strong. The silver-haired young man looked respectful and spoke in an extremely solemn tone.

"That's right, Lian Cheng biting gold is still able to eat ten catties of meat and a bucket of rice now, and Xue Li wants to eat more than him. The young man smiled, "According to the agreement between me and your master, this kid Ah Yi will practice with your master for three years, and you will also follow me to practice for three spring and autumn seasons, are you willing?"

"The younger generation can't ask for it. The silver-haired boy saluted again.

"Senior sister. The young man looked at the black cloak with satisfaction, "In that case, I'll go first." ”

"Whatever you want. The pair of jade-like flawless palms stretched out from under the black cloak caressed Gu Yi's face, as if he was looking at a unique work of art in the world.

"It doesn't look like your disciple......

Before leaving, the silver-haired boy looked at the back of the black cloak, as if he heard a small murmur under the cloak.