There is a sound in the river, and the wall is thousands of feet.

Li Chunshui and Longqiu left Wangchuan City and came to the bank of the Guchuan River.

He remembered reminding Dragonhill of the past.

"What are you going to do about the matter of Luan Cui City?"

"What?"

"There is the realm of your Immortal Sect, and there are demon cultivators who come out to harm mortals, don't you plan to take care of it?"

"Hey, then we'll check it out tomorrow. ”

Long Qiu thought of the middle-aged man, and finally raised his interest, he felt that there should be a fight to fight.

"Why us?"

"Then where are we going?"

Li Chunshui was speechless for a while, what he wanted to express was not us, but yourself.

He pointed to the still verdant Changchun Mountain on the other side and said, "Then go there first, where the master once lived!"

The city is not his city, but the mountains are his mountains.

He had crossed there, and on that secluded stone step, Li Laodao fell asleep on his back.

Longqiu is habitually sarcastic.

"I don't know how many such Xiaoshan Bao Immortal Sects are, so you can take me to see this?"

"Haven't you ever heard that the mountain is not high, but there is a fairy name?

Long Qiu naturally hadn't heard of that sentence, the name of the little kid he cared about.

"You're a little brat, are you so much older than Uncle Ben?"

"Uncle Ben, hehe, naïve!"

Lao Liu Tou did not hold the boat on the river, and Dr. Lu said that he accidentally fell into the water three months ago and contracted a cold, and he did not survive it when he was old, and it didn't take long to go.

He has been ferrying people by boat all his life, but no one has come to ferry him.

The two flew over the wide river and climbed the steps at the foot of Changchun Mountain.

Just like when Li Laodao went up and down the mountain every time.

Li Chunshui now understands that the reason why Li Laodao always walked up and down the mountain back then and never showed his magic in front of him was to take into account his self-esteem.

Because at that time, he couldn't practice, but he had a deep obsession with wanting to practice.

The two came to the gate of Changchun Guan.

The three characters of Changchun Guan on the plaque appear a little black, and the wooden door without a lock is even more mottled, and the patent leather on it is warped and falls off.

Weeds covered the greystone pavement in front of the door.

"This is my Taoist temple. ”

Li Chunshui looked at things and thought about people, and he didn't seem to be very interested.

Long Qiu felt a clear difference in his senses, and a young man who lived in a Taoist temple ended up going to do martial arts.

But he was not sarcastic this time.

He sensed Li Chunshui's emotions, or maybe it was because the Immortal Sect started as a Taoist temple.

Li Chunshui did not enter the view, and went around to the back mountain.

On the shade side of the mountain, under a lush laurel tree, Li Laodao's grave appeared in front of the two.

There were no weeds in front of the grave, no fallen leaves, and the tombstone looked like it had just been wiped.

In front of the monument, there is a fresh tribute fruit, there is a small blackened mark on the ground, and the broken paper ashes are scattered around.

"Grandfather Li Yunguang's tomb, which Li Yunguang? This is your ......"

Long Qiu seemed to realize something, Yinwu Peak, Yuliang, Li Chunshui, Li Yunguang......

He turned his head and looked at Li Chunshui in disbelief and asked.

"The one who used to be Taiyi?"

Li Chunshui nodded, frowning inadvertently.

He was puzzled.

Since the death of Lao Liu Tou three months ago, no one has ever climbed this Changchun Mountain again.

And the tribute fruit, paper ashes, and those traces of cleaning were obviously left just yesterday.

Who will it be?

On the side, Longqiu sighed with emotion.

"It turns out that you are the descendant of Li Yunguang's predecessors, and it turns out that he has been buried here......"

Until now, there are still some people in the cultivation world who think that Li Yunguang is hiding somewhere and waiting to come out.

The Immortal Sect also had no conclusion on this matter.

He is buried here, and the prestige of another Wind and Snow Divine Sword has been spreading on the mainland for decades.

Long Qiu remembered that a few days ago, the cultivation world called Li Xunhuan and Li Chunshui "sword and sword".

He glanced at Li Chunshui and couldn't help muttering, "The sword is a fart!"

Li Chunshui ignored Long Qiu.

He walked to the grave, lifted the hem of his black shirt and squatted down, and took out paper money, braziers, and immortal drunkenness from the ring.

He lit the paper money and put it in a stack in a basin.

"Old Dao, my grandson has come to see you, you go over there to rest and enjoy happiness, I don't dare to relax for a day in order to avenge you......"

"You said that you have been miserable enough in your life, and you can't enter the Taiyi Ancestral Hall after death. But it doesn't matter, sooner or later, the master of that place will overturn it for you......"

"Don't envy Lu Qianfan, I'm a sword master now, I'll help you teach him a lesson when I have the opportunity in the future......"

Long Qiu didn't bother Li Chunshui, he just pouted, feeling ashamed.

He began to speculate about the cause of Li Yunguang's death.

Suddenly, he looked up at the outside of the mountain, and his divine sense sensed that two foundation-building breaths were rapidly approaching Changchun Mountain.

Apart from the two of them, how could any other cultivator be willing to come to such a place where his spiritual wit?

The breath was unfamiliar to him.

Li Chunshui naturally noticed it, he put down the things in his hand and got up to look at Long Qiu.

So he understood that this was not a cultivator of the Immortal Sect.

He is not familiar with this breath, is it for the thunder punishment order?

The two of them walked to the edge of the gentle cliff platform, and the two breaths just stopped in the air ten feet outside the cliff.

A young man, a middle-aged man, in the early and middle stages of foundation building, wore a blue-and-brown robe, and it was impossible to tell which sect it was.

Since you can't see it, it's naturally a sect that doesn't enter the stream.

Longqiu, who had been idle for many days, looked a little positive and exuded momentum.

He hoped that the other party was here to find fault, so his tone was very unkind.

"What are you doing!"

The two on the opposite side also couldn't see Li Chunshui and Longqiu's sect, because they were wearing casual clothes.

They felt that the cultivation of Longqiu's body in the early stage of foundation building, and the other man in black should not be bad.

Such a young foundation building cultivator must be a high-ranking disciple of the upper sect.

They were dissatisfied with Long Qiu's attitude, but they could only hold back their temper.

The young man at the beginning of the foundation building did not look good.

The middle-aged man arched his hand slightly and said, "I don't know if the two Daoists have ever seen a thirteen or fourteen-year-old young man in the Qi cultivation period nearby? He is the demon cub of the Southwest Lin family, if the Daoist friends know, I hope to tell you!"

It turned out to be looking for someone.

Long Qiu was impatient, he was a little disappointed: "Uncle Ben hasn't seen it, hurry up!"

The middle-aged man's cultivation was not enough for him to endure this evil breath, and Long Qiu's ugly face was as similar to that of another Taiyi disciple who had bullied him.

"You ......"

The young junior brother beside him pulled the middle-aged man and stopped him from blurting out evil words.

The young junior brother was looking at Li Chunshui just now, and he seemed to have discovered something.

His eyes flickered, and he glanced at his senior brother.

The middle-aged man had a tacit understanding with his junior brother, and he snorted coldly and turned to leave.

"Farewell!"

"What a coward!"

Long Qiu was very sorry, he felt that the decision to run out with Li Chunshui this time was a complete mistake.

He doesn't do things, just like a mortal who doesn't eat meat and wants to fade out of a bird.

In fact, Li Chunshui is also such a person.

He didn't speak, but he was concerned about the young cultivator's anomaly.

He was a little wary, because he would not underestimate the influence of the Taiyi Gate Thunder Punishment Order on this continent.

At this time, he did not hide his true face.

Longqiu tried to turn back, but he was still standing still.

His expression turned cold, and the two of them had flown ten miles away, still within the range of his divine sense.

The young junior brother was a little happy: "Senior brother, that one is Li Chunshui." ”

The middle-aged senior brother's face was shocked: "Thunder punishment order that Li Chunshui?"

"That's right, senior brother, if we pass on this matter to Taiyi, can the head of the sect use this to break through the Jiedan?"

"Senior brother Shen Yan! Go back and say that I didn't find that little cub, and it's luck to find this one!"

"Hey, then Li Chunshui is only in the middle of the innate stage, and it is impossible for his divine sense to cover such a far ......"

Li Chunshui smiled coldly, and the Cold Star Knife appeared in his hand.

Danger is best nippled in the bud, when has he ever been merciful?

"You're looking for your own death!"

Li Chunshui took off and turned into a streamer to chase away.