When crossing the peak bridge again, two figures on the opposite side slowly came, it was Shizun Xiao Shu and Miss Qian'er.

Ling Luo didn't say hello and staggered past them.

"Xiaoluo!" shouted Qian'er.

The disciples all called Lingluo dogtail grass, and only Qian'er didn't do it, but called him Xiaoluo.

Ling Luo turned his head to look at Qian'er, tilted his head again, and didn't speak.

Qian'er had long been accustomed to his dead look, and stepped forward, reaching out to pinch off a few thatches from his gray coat for him.

"Don't hide and sleep all the time, the Xianmen martial arts event will start in a while, take this opportunity to get to know the Xuanqi monk and the worldly hermit cultivation world. ”

Ling Luo smiled slightly when he heard this, but he didn't make a sound.

Master Xiao Shu looked at Ling Luo, in this disciple with a foreign surname, he couldn't see the novelty and excitement that a mortal should have when he first entered the outer hermit cultivation realm.

In the three months since he came to Xianmen, Ling Luo has been arranged to do some idle work in the fire room, and he never asks about the affairs of the hermit world, and he seems to have no interest in it. He doesn't talk much, and when you talk to him, he smiles at you and doesn't say much.

It's just that when he doesn't smile, his eyes are hollow and his expression is almost stagnant......

Qian'er stroked Ling Luo's shirt and looked at the hole on it. "Why don't you wear the new clothes I sent you? It's cold weather, and mortals will get sick. ”

Three months ago, arrows pierced his chest and penetrated his internal organs, leaving these holes......

On that day, in the earthly city of Luoxi, the city was crowded with soldiers in armor, densely packed. Ling Luo was forced to the battlements, and seeing that there was no way out, he just chuckled, stepped out, and jumped down from the city wall several feet high.

Seeing that they couldn't catch up, the soldiers drew their bows and arrows and shot at Ling Luo, and the arrows rained down, and several arrows hit him in the chest, and the oozing blood stained the river red.

Falling into the cold water, just when Ling Luo thought he was dead, a pair of slender arms hugged him from behind, and then he passed out...... When he woke up, he was at Qiuchen Mountain, which was tens of thousands of miles away.

"The new clothes were distributed to the disciples of the same house. Ling Luo's tone was casual.

Qian'er knew that the new clothes must have been taken away by the disciples of the same house, so she sighed slightly: "I'll make you two more thick clothes, don't be stupid and give them away." ”

Xiao Shu walked over, took Ling Luo's hand, and a trace of aura emanated from Xiao Shu's palm and entered Ling Luo's body.

After a while, Xiao Shu worried: "A few arrow wounds in the lungs are very deep, three months, these wounds, not only have not healed, but there are signs of aggravation, you have to recuperate." ”

"Oh. Ling Luo said, then turned around and walked across the peak bridge.

Looking at Ling Luo's distant figure, for a long time, Qian'er asked Xiao Shu: "Fourth Master, can Xiao Luo really not be able to cultivate Xuanqi?"

Xiao Shu thought about it slightly and shook his head: "I intend to open the spiritual source for him, but I can't detect the sea of qi in his body after trying all kinds of methods. ”

"But Fourth Master, that day, I did feel a burst of powerful aura, and I found Xiaoluo, since there is a spiritual vein in my body, why can't I find the sea of Yunqi?"

"It is precisely because of the strangeness of the situation you said that I went to invite the sword and the five masters, and took Ling Luo into the Ancient Heavenly Array, and carefully explored in his five inner and meridian veins, and for three days and nights, I never found a trace of aura. In the end, the sword was also decided, and there was indeed no sea of qi in his body. ”

Qian'er muttered in a low voice: "That day at the edge of Falling Tide City, I did feel a spiritual aura, powerful and continuous......"

Every time I think of the scene at the head of Luoxi City, and the appearance of Ling Luo's heart like ashes, Qian'er can't help but feel a pain in her heart, this person who has been in Xianmen for three months and has nothing to do all day, what kind of suffering is buried in his heart?

"Qian'er!" Xiao Shu's voice suddenly became a little stern, and he scolded her: "I told you that you must not approach Falling Tide City, have you forgotten?"

Qian'er suddenly came back to her senses, knowing that she was wrong and lowered her head: "Fourth Master, I shouldn't have disobeyed your instructions, Qian'er won't dare in the future!"

Xiao Shu withdrew his reproachful eyes, waved his sleeves lightly, and walked away.

The night is falling, the stars are all over the sky, and the whole autumn morning mountain is gradually quiet.

On Yiyun Peak, Ling Luo looked for a quiet path and came to a courtyard.

The moonlight stretched the shadow of the Xuanmen very long, Ling Luo looked up, there was a wooden plaque on the door that was not very neat, the handwriting on it was blurred, difficult to read, I am afraid that only the owner of this courtyard can recognize the three words "Qingjuyuan".

It's called the courtyard, but it's very simple, and the grass and trees in the courtyard are uncared for, so it looks chaotic.

These plants and trees originally grew on this mountain, and the owner of the yard used a fence to enclose a piece of land at random and build a simple hut, which became the residence of a master in Qiuchen Mountain. Compared with the courtyards of other masters in the Xianmen, which are solemn and pay attention to the work of carving, it is very different.

The grass and trees in the courtyard do not change, the fallen leaves do not sweep, the birds and beasts on the mountain walk freely, and an old man in cloth clothes stands in the open space of the courtyard, closing his eyes and recuperating his mind, and letting the evening breeze slowly dry his hair that is still draining. This old man in cloth is none other than Shizun Xiao Shu.

Ling Luo came to meet Xiao Shu, and under the moonlight, the two people in the courtyard were scattered at both ends, and the two cloth clothes stood opposite each other. Scattered clothes, cloth clothes hung to the ground, and the two of them were comfortable and indifferent between their eyebrows.

Ling Luo waved his hand and saluted: "Master Xiao, my sword, can you return it to me?"

"Absolutely. ”

Xiao Shu stopped talking, turned around and walked into the humble hut.

After a while, Xiao Shu walked out with a dark cyan ancient sword and handed it to Ling Luo.

Ling Luo took the sword, the body of this sword was as thin as two fingers, and there was a faint trace of death lingering at the sheath.

When Ling left Yunmo Village that day, Yun Niang handed over the sword to him and said: "The sword can be cut into death, and this sword can not only be cut into death, but also can be cut into life." Your father drew it once in his life, and now he is taking it with you, but I hope you will never draw this sword. ”

Putting away the sword, Ling Luo didn't say anything more, turned around and left.

Xiao Shu didn't wonder him leaving, but asked slowly, "Where do you want to go?"

Ling Luo stopped, didn't look back, raised his hand and waved it back: "Where to come, where to go." ”

There is a certain isolation between the secluded world and the earthly world, in order not to let mortals know about the existence of the immortal gate, after the dogtail grass enters the secret realm, it is impossible to go back.

In the past, the misselection of immortal seedlings also happened sporadically, and those dogtail grasses that were brought back stayed in the immortal gate for a lifetime, and they could not integrate into the world of monks. Do some idle work every day, and suffer the cold eyes of the disciples.

Some dogtail grass couldn't stand the years here, and secretly ran away, without exception, all of them were buried in the sea.

These dogtail grasses didn't do anything wrong, but they had to spend the second half of their miserable lives in Xianmen, and they wouldn't even have a monument until they died.

At this time, Xiao Shu stopped Ling Luo, Ling Luo couldn't go anywhere, he just stood there, waiting for Xiao Shu's disposal.

I only heard Xiao Shu behind him say lightly: "Qiuchen Mountain stands in the middle of the vast sea, surrounded by waves on all sides, and is tens of thousands of miles away from the world. The sea is treacherous, so you can do it yourself. ”

"Thank you, Master. ”

Ling Luo turned around and waved to Xiao Shu again, what he thanked was not these few words of care, what he thanked was Xiao Shu's letting go.

Back at the disciple's residence, Ling Luo dragged out a huge locking wooden trap in the room, which Da Yan usually had nothing to do.

There was a god craftsman on the ancestor of Dayan, and most of the skills of the god craftsman were lost, even so, Dayan's craftsmanship was also very superb, this machine bird, not only could carry one person, but also could fly against the wind.

Ling Luo slept on the mountain for a few months, but he had been secretly observing the Xianmen in preparation for his escape. Tomorrow's Xianmen martial arts event, the entire Qiuchen Mountain is busy, no one will pay attention to his dogtail grass, this is the best time to escape.

It was late at night, and while Dayan was asleep, Ling Luo dragged the lockwood trap out of the room, without alarming Dayan.

The wood used by the bird was very light, and soon, it was dragged by Ling Luo to a steep cliff to the west of Yiyun Peak, where Ling Luo sat on the ground, looking at the direction of the world and waiting.

A slightly chubby figure suddenly appeared in the rear, Ling Luo turned his head to look, it was Dayan who was chasing after him, facing Dayan, Ling Luo smiled embarrassedly.

"Dogtail grass!" I saw Dayan holding a light crossbow in his hand and walked over: "You want to escape?"

Ling Luo secretly snorted, he stole Dayan's trap bird, and his escape plan was seen through by him, and he was carrying a weapon to move the real thing!

Dayan held a light crossbow in his right hand and a pouch in his left hand, and handed it to Ling Luo's eyes.

"You're not a monk, take these with you, and you'll have a little more security on the way. ”

Ling Luo was stunned and reached out to take the light crossbow. The light crossbow was no more than two feet long, and it was very delicate, and the wood was hard. Without waiting for Ling Luo to thank him, Dayan had already disappeared into the night.

Ling Luo put the light crossbow and the arrow bag on his back, and sat quietly on the edge of the cliff, waiting for the wind to follow......

Suddenly, there was another sharp pain in his chest, and the arrow wound in his lungs was torn again.

Ling Luoqiang couldn't hold back and didn't cough out, and pressed his chest hard, trying to stop some of the pain, but to no avail, a ball of blood overflowed from his lungs to his mouth, and the corners of his mouth were covered with a few bloodshots.

Since the arrow wound, the blood clot in the lungs cannot be removed, and there is a sharp pain all the time.

It has been three months since I was convalescent from my injuries in bed, and now I can barely stand up and walk around. I don't know, what happened in the distant earthly world?

Bu Shao, are you still alive?

Three months ago, in the palace of Luoxi City, it was the early dynasty, Ling Luo asked the king to marry his daughter and Bu Xiangguo, and the king granted Ling Luo's request. But at noon that day, the king mobilized the northern army of the whole city and killed Ling Luo for treason.

"Huh...... Treason!"

Ling Luo chuckled, how ridiculous this crime was with Ling Luo!

I definitely want to go back!

As long as I can walk, as long as I can move, as long as I have a breath left, I must return to the earth.

Step Shake, even if the king kills me, I will go back to see you. Treason is a great crime against the three clans, and you are my unmarried wife, and you must be the first to be implicated.

Political struggles are always mixed with many conspiracies and schemes, but this time, the political struggle has risen to the highest level, and it has become so simple and brutal, destroying everything that Ling Luo has in the Nanling Kingdom.

After a long time, a tailwind finally blew. His lungs didn't hurt so much, and Ling Luo propped up the lock wood trap bird, and took advantage of the wind to fly farther and farther west......