The Hall of the Dead, in the house of Walnut.

It was afternoon, the weather was fine, and the atmosphere in the house was serious.

Qing sat on the bed and looked at the two girls with serious expressions next to him, he was receiving his own criticism meeting.

"The business of the immortals, the master of this hall can also do it."

After listening to Keqing's description, Hu Tao nodded slightly, looked at Qing's plum blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and then continued to speak: "Mr. Qing, because of a minor illness, there are many people who finally found us to do things. ”

Qing lowered his head and said in a sincere confession: "I'll have a good rest now." ”

"Hu Tao, Qing will be handed over to you."

Ke Qing looked at Qing's appearance, forced a smile and said to Hu Tao next to him: "Don't let him run around anymore, it was quite scary just now." ”

"Don't worry, Aqing, I'll leave it to me here."

Hu Tao smiled and nodded lightly, waved his hand to watch Ke Qing turn away, and then turned his head to look at Qing, and the smile disappeared in an instant.

Qing, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, was a little helpless, he didn't expect that Keqing and Hu Tao would actually become close because of this matter.

"Let's go back to the dust song pot and rest."

Hu Tao reached out and took out the wooden plaque, and returned to the world of the dust song pot with Qing.

Qing Ze lowered his head and looked at the girl holding his arm, and the two of them walked towards the second floor of the small building, but the current girl did not have any expression on her face, so Qing didn't know what to say.

Just like that, the two of them walked into the house, Hu Tao watched Qing sit on the bed, hung the Han that he had taken down on the wall on the side, and suddenly reached out and hugged Qing's neck, and the two of them fell on the bed in an instant.

Looking at each other, Qing could even see himself reflected in the plum blossom eyes.

"You're an immortal, and you feel like you're far from death."

Hu Tao was also looking at Qing's pupils, and suddenly said: "You are not open-minded about death, but feel that it is far away from you. ”

Qing opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything after all, he had no way to deny it, it was a fact.

"Throughout the ages, there have been countless fallen immortals, some of whom died at the hands of their opponents, and some of whom died in their own hands."

Hu Tao lay on Qing's body, supported the bed with his arms, his eyes were always firmly fixed on Qing in front of him, and he continued to speak: "Your life can be said to be infinite, do you understand, we all think the same, even after we die, we don't want to see you who are also dead in another world." ”

Qing could see that there were faint tear stains in Hu Tao's eyes, and his heart was throbbing uncontrollably.

At this moment, everything in front of him suddenly turned into darkness, and before he could react, he turned his head and looked around, he himself was floating in this void.

"Bang-"

Suddenly, there was a sound of lenses shattering, and two mirrors appeared on both sides of Qing at some point.

In the mirror on the left is him from his previous life, dressed in cheap casual clothes, sitting in a somewhat cluttered bedroom, looking at the next month's utility bill in front of him and worried.

Turning his head, in the mirror on the right was another figure, standing suspended in the air, with long white hair scattered behind him and hanging down to his heels.

The camera pulls in, and the tattered linen robe on this figure's body, as well as the countless bloody ragged cuts on it, can no longer cover the sword wounds that have long been scabbed all over the body.

In addition, there were nine long swords levitating around him, one of which Qing was quite familiar, it was the Han he was wearing.

Thinking of this, Qing couldn't help but reach out and touch the place where the cold was originally hanging on his waist, which was empty.

Qing couldn't help but grit his teeth, and he suddenly remembered who this figure was.

That is the body of the Sword Demon God, it was he who looked like this back then, and the prestige he made with his own hands gained a firm foothold in that chaotic world.

"Ahh

Recalling his original appearance, Qing suddenly felt that something was about to drill out of his head, and he couldn't help but look up to the sky and howl.

I saw that Qing's long hair suddenly began to turn white from the inside out, and slowly hung down to the heel. And the nine long swords in the mirror also flew out directly from it, and countless sword lights were drawn one after another, falling on Qing's body.

The white robe on Qing's body quickly became a blood-colored strip of rags, but the countless wounds on his body also formed bloody scabs the moment the blood marks first appeared.

After forming a dense and countless scars, the nine long swords slowly stopped, lurking around Qing.

Qing raised his head a little weakly, and the two mirrors on both sides instantly shattered, and then disappeared.

It was at this moment that Qing could feel that the two memories in his mind had completely merged together.

"What the hell is this place?"

Qing raised his head to look at the seemingly boundless darkness around him, and couldn't help frowning, at this time his memory had been completely restored.

When he was sealed, he didn't know how long, and when he suddenly opened his eyes, he found that he was already in this darkness, and there was only a somewhat blurry mirror in front of him.

Somewhat curious, he stepped forward to take a look, but was suddenly pulled in by the mirror, experienced the so-called past life, and then crossed back at an opportunity.

"Boom-"

Suddenly, I don't know how far away, there was a loud noise that shook the earth and made Qing couldn't help but be startled, turned his head, but suddenly everything disappeared.

opened his eyes so suddenly, Qing hurriedly sat up, looked at Hu Tao and Keqing who were chatting next to him, and couldn't help but gasp.

"Do immortals still have nightmares?"

Hu Tao looked at Qing's appearance, couldn't help but be a little curious, and said: "It seems that you did run out of immortal power yesterday, and before I finished my words, you fell asleep." ”

Ke Qing also came over with a glass of water, handed the water to Qing, and said, "Fortunately, you don't have anything to do, you should pay more attention in the future, it's always right to be careful." ”

Qing stretched out his hand and took the glass of water, raised his head and drank it all, then nodded, relieved and said with a smile: "It's indeed much more comfortable, I had a nightmare just now, which scared me." ”

But Kiyoshi also knew that it was not a nightmare, he didn't even know anything about it, it seemed that there was some strange power in the underworld, the power beyond the gods.

Shaking his head casually, Qing turned his head to look at the two girls in front of him, and couldn't help asking, "What time is it?" Won't the martial arts tournament have already passed? ”

Ke Qing glanced outside when she heard this, and continued to speak: "The time is okay, it's more than eight o'clock, and it's not too late with your swordsmanship." ”

"That's good, I also promised the eldest sister, don't break your promise again."

Qing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, followed by Keqing, and continued to speak with some apologies: "I'm sorry, I said yesterday that I would accompany you to practice swords." ”