The inconspicuous Lao Qin is a strong man who can wrestle with Juquezi, which made Su Qi a little surprised, because he was too inconspicuous, half-bent up, wearing gray cloth clothes, the wrinkles on his face were staggered, no different from the old bark, and extremely taciturn, Su Qi and the others came for most of the day, and only heard him say less than three words.

Dinner was also made by Lao Qin, a large pot of wild vegetable soup, a bowl of wild boar, and a pot of steamed buns, very simple, but unexpectedly delicious, Lao Qin did not join them, sitting alone under the old tree in the courtyard, holding the steamed buns in one hand and chewing slowly, and taking out some minced meat from a wooden barrel under the tree from time to time with the other hand, and feeding it to a pure white mink.

The master of the Tianji Pavilion also came in the evening, chatted with Lao Qin in the courtyard, and then climbed to the top of the holy platform alone, according to Li Fuyao, the entrance of the holy platform is on the top of the mountain, with the accumulation of aura, the holy platform will be automatically opened once a year, lasting seven days, during this period, people who have the ability to step through the white clouds can freely enter the holy platform, but if you want to open it the rest of the time, you need to provide a very strong aura.

The amount of this aura is too large, even if it is a Heavenly Machine Pavilion Master who holds a realm, it will take a full two days to do it.

So Su Qi and the others were idle, Lu Qingci picked a small building on the side, and one ran up to try to raise a sword.

When they were in Taiqing City, Wei Shunan helped them sell two spirit swords that day, in exchange for nearly 900,000 spirit stones, and a few people swept several big shops in Taiqing City, emptied their inventory of several materials, and went back to calculate, just enough materials for three kinds of swordsmanship.

But refining is a laborious job, even the simplest recipe has a full thirty-six kinds of materials, at most one to refine 1,600 spirit grasses into a small pill bottle, at least one to quench dozens of bottles of demon blood into a drop, Su Qi did not have that patience for the time being, Zhao Riyue was even more lazy to get it, only Lu Celadon was alone, said hello, and then he was busy in the small building alone.

Yu Su couldn't be idle, and he seemed a little sorry when he saw Lao Qin, maybe he was afraid of another teacup, so he simply pulled Li Fuyao to lead the way, and shouted for Li Fuyao to lead him around, Zhao Riyue saw that interesting things could join in the fun, so he also followed.

The lonely Su Qi planned to be close to Lao Qin.

It was already dark, Lao Qin was sitting alone in the courtyard, a small lantern hung on the tree, illuminating the ground slightly, there was a pile of bamboo in front of him, which was torn into thin strips one by one, and the white sable squatting next to him was stretching his waist boredly, occasionally a small insect flew by, and the clever little mink waved it over with one paw, grabbed the small insect in its paws, played with it for a long time, and then snapped it on the ground and slapped it to death.

In just a while, there was already a row of small insects on the ground.

Su Qi walked over, and the white mink immediately glanced at him vigilantly, sniffing with a twitch, the little tail was raised high, and the four paws buckled the ground, but after sniffing it carefully, it seemed to have lost interest, the tail snapped down, the arched body also softened, and the little head rested on the two front paws, staring seriously at the row of insects.

"Old Qin. ”

Su Qi sat down beside Lao Qin.

Lao Qin glanced at him obliquely, did not speak, and tore the bamboo with both hands meticulously.

"Uh..... Senior, powerful, ancestor?" Su Qi changed several titles in a row.

Lao Qin's hand paused, sighed, and finally spoke, "Let's call me Lao Qin." ”

Su Qi laughed, reached out and picked up a piece of bamboo on the ground, and slowly tore the bamboo apart like Lao Qin, "Old Qin...... Inquire about something. ”

"Shengtai?" Lao Qin's voice was not salty or light, but the white sable, as if it had been bitten by a mosquito, whined twice, and jumped around on the ground.

"Uh, I guessed it. Su Qi scratched his head.

"Every year when the altar opens, people come and ask. Lao Qin glanced at him, "Do you guess I told them?"

"I guess you'll tell me. ”

Su Qi stacked the thin bamboo silk in front of Lao Qin.

Lao Qin stopped, stared at Su Qi seriously for a while, and finally asked, "What do you want to know?"

"Have you ever been to the Holy Altar?"

"I've been in," Lao Qin nodded, "I've been here for three and a half days." ”

"What's it like inside? I've heard that everyone sees it differently. ”

"Well," the bamboos had all been torn apart, and Lao Qin began to weave them together, "I only saw a snow-capped mountain, and there was nothing else, I started to climb the mountain from the foot of the mountain, and it took me three and a half days, and I was only close to reaching the top of the mountain, but the holy platform forcibly teleported me to the foot of the mountain at that time. ”

Su Qi was stunned.

"Only one snowy mountain?"

"Well," Lao Qin was neither happy nor sad, his quiet face was like stagnant water, "This is also why I forcibly broke into Shengtai Mountain later, and was trapped by that white cloud, and it took me three hundred years to come out." ”

"You want to go in again?"

Lao Qin was silent for a while, and continued, "Yes, the Holy Altar will be open for seven days, and I have only been in it for three and a half days, and I want to go in and see ...... again."

Lao Qin's expression finally changed slightly.

Su Qi noticed this, it was a kind of attachment to something that he longed for, and it was also a kind of unwillingness to not get it.

“...... What's up there?"

"A statue. Lao Qin's head was lowered, the bamboo basket in his hand was already half pierced, the white sable still didn't kill his enemy in the end, he came over aggrievedly, whined on Lao Qin's legs, curled up into a ball, Lao Qin stopped, stretched out his hand and stroked its hair, and whispered, "It's a statue of a woman, the statue is very tall, but I don't remember her face, I just remember that she seems to be beautiful, and behind her is a very high pillar, as if it is going to the sky." ”

The white sable had already closed his eyes, Lao Qin reached out and held it in his arms, he looked at Su Qi, and said, "I don't know who you are, but since Xiao Fuyao personally led you here, and the pavilion master made an exception for you to open the holy platform, your friendship with Tianji Pavilion must be good, so there is a piece of advice for you, the holy platform is indeed a treasure land, but it is not that simple, the secrets hidden inside cannot even be seen through by the pavilion master, be careful inside, don't go too far, otherwise ...... Maybe in the end, like me, I will do something stupid. ”

Su Qi nodded, hesitated, but he still asked another question, "That Baiyunli...... What the hell is it? You've really been gone for 300 years?"

"There's nothing in it, except for the endless white mist," Lao Qin's mouth had a faint awe, "And I've only been there for half a day." ”

"Do you know what that means?" asked Lao Qin.

But he asked and answered himself, and said in a flurry tone.

"Heaven and earth, a thousand years in one day. ”