The forest under the cliff was lush with foliage, blocking the sun, and it looked particularly quiet and even a little scary, but fortunately, it didn't take long for Longqing to walk out of the woods.

He moved the shoulder to avoid crushing the wound from the previous days. Looking at the cyan cliff in front of him, looking at the green vines covering the entire rock wall, he took a deep breath to dispel the fear in his heart, and then lowered his head and walked up the narrow and steep mountain path.

The cliff is very steep, and it is very difficult to climb with such a heavy object, and when Longqing walked in front of a cave, he already felt that his back was about to break. Fortunately, there was a small stone flat about three or four steps square at the entrance of the cave to settle down, he put down the bucket a little awkwardly, remembering that there was a living spring in the cave, so he did not take water, took out a box from his bag, pulled open those dense green vines with his hands, and walked into the cave.

The cave is very low, ordinary people can't stand up straight when walking in the cave, Longqing walked forward in silence, looking like a real servant. However, although the cave is low and covered by green vines, it is not dark at all, but bright as day.

Because every few steps on the wall of the cave, there is a clear and shining night pearl, these night pearls are round and flawless, crystal clear, as big as chicken eggs, if placed in the world will be the rarest and most precious treasure, but after knowing that there are countless caves in this green mountain, there are countless such precious night pearls in this cave, and the builders actually use these treasures as lamps and candles.

Long Qing had been to this cave before, so he could still keep calm, you must know that the first time he entered this cave, the picture in front of him was shocked and completely speechless, you know, even if he lived in the Yan Kingdom Chengjing Imperial Palace since he was a child, he can only find a few night pearls of this quality at most.

The cave between the cliffs of the green mountains seems to be simple and even miserable, there is a cave inside, the carved jade between the stone walls, the pastel flowers and birds, the gold brick paving, the silver belt binding wall, to go to the deepest cave hall, it is countless treasures and different flowers, the old calligraphy and painting are rich to the extreme, complicated to the extreme, and even have already surpassed the enjoyment of the emperors in the world and the limit of human imagination, but no one dares to evaluate it as vulgar.

Because except for Haotian Daomen, which rules the entire world and has endless wealth and resources, there is no force that can do such a vulgar thing in the deep mountains and old forests that no one knows.

There is a very large soft couch in the cave hall covered with dozens of snowfield giant wolf furs, like a real snowfield, in the middle of the silver-white fur sea, there is an old man with a withered face, the wrinkles on his face are extremely deep, and the Taoist clothes on his body are extremely old and seem to have not been changed for many years.

The Snow Giant Wolf is very powerful, and it is extremely difficult to hunt one, and there are so many snow wolf furs here, I really don't know what kind of strong man this old Taoist was back then.

Long Qing walked to the couch, knelt down and presented the box with both hands, not daring to look up at the old man at all, his demeanor was extremely respectful and humble, waiting for the other party's orders.

Drunk lying on the snow wolf skin to wake up and appreciate the most precious objects in the world, I think it is the enjoyment that countless people in the world dream of, but the old man's thin face, there is no expression that looks lifeless, and it can even be said that it looks like a dried corpse, the only thing that can prove that he is still alive is his occasionally slightly moving eyes, which are full of cruelty, as well as endless blood and madness.

Isolated from the world for decades, even a real palace will become the most gloomy prison cell, not to mention a cave, and the horror in the eyes of the old Taoist is probably the source of this.

The reason why this old Taoist will sit in the cave for decades is naturally not imprisoned, there are not many people in this world who can imprison him, and Daomen will not treat such a former generation of great people like this, except for some very obscure reasons, the most important reason is that he is disabled and unable to walk, or even if he is disabled and can walk, he is unwilling to appear in the world as a disability.

Lao Dao's disability was very serious, he had no feet, no legs, and even no buttocks, as if there had ever been a sharpest sword that cut him off from his waist, so that he was now only half of his whole person left, "sitting" on the snow-white snow wolf fur, as if trapped in it.

Beheading is one of the most cruel death sentences in the world, since it is called a death sentence, then it is natural to be beheaded, you will lose many important organs, you will run out of blood in your body, and you will inevitably die of a miserable howl.

This old Taoist who was beheaded in half survived, and lived for many years.

Of course, he lived a miserable life, just survived.

When Long Qing entered this cave for the first time and saw this old man who only had half of the old man left, he was shocked to the extreme, and he couldn't figure out how this person survived. Later, he learned that this old Taoist only drank the spring water in the cave for decades, did not eat any food, and completely abandoned the lower half of his body in this way, of course, the human body still produces some waste, and he secretly thought that this old Taoist must have used extremely terrifying cultivation to forcibly evaporate these waste products from the surface of the skin with body fluids.

This speculation shocked him even more - human beings need to eat grains to survive, this is the rule set by Haotian for the world, it cannot be violated at all, even if the great cultivator of the realm of knowing the fate can open the valley, but it cannot be maintained for decades, according to the Xiling canon, only the legendary saint who has crossed the five realms is purified by the apocalypse and the body is a god, so that he can pick up the vitality of heaven and earth to live and drink dew!

In this way, could it be that this old way of withering manuscripts that was cut in half was so terrifying, and it had already crossed the threshold of cultivating the Five Realms decades ago!

Long Qing couldn't confirm his guess, but if his guess was correct, then this old way of withering manuscript on the Xue Hai soft couch would be the first saint he met in the world, of course, he didn't know what level of cultivation the master on the boat in the South China Sea had reached.

So when he entered the cave, he fell to his knees before the collapse, looking extremely humble, unable to hide the awe of the old way or even the unexplained fear in his heart, and then all these feelings turned into some kind of longing, a longing for the unknown near-god realm at the end of the spiritual path, a longing for power.

He thought that he had finally understood the reason why the Guan Master had asked him to come to Zhishouguan to do miscellaneous labor, and that only by doing miscellaneous labor could he come to the Qingshan Cave and meet a figure like Lao Dao who stood at the highest place in the cultivation world.

However, the development of things is not completely in line with Longqing's beautiful imagination. Like a dry corpse, he looked at him kneeling in front of the couch with an expressionless face, his lips moved slowly, and his dry voice seemed to be rubbing against two stones in the desert noon sun.

"You're too weak. ”

Long Qing didn't hear this sentence clearly, and subconsciously raised his head, but met the old Dao's eyes full of madness and violence on the couch, and touched the old Dao's gaze, he only felt that his consciousness was suddenly pulled into a terrifying sea of blood, and he groaned out in pain.

"You're too weak! You're a piece of shit!"

Lao Dao spread out his trembling hands, tightly choking his thin throat, as if he wanted to fight himself to death, and the voice forced out from between his fingers, full of disappointment and even despair.

"You shit! What qualifications do you have to be a watcher! What qualifications do you have to talk to me! You're a piece of crap! I'm a piece of shit! All the fucking shitty in this mountain is a bunch of shit!"

Lao Dao moved angrily between the snow-white fur, and with only half of his body left, he looked very funny and miserable, like a worm wriggling.

His mournful shouts echoed through the cave, and an indescribable aura of terror instantly permeated all space, oppressing everything that could be touched.

Qingteng was in a sudden chaos, Long Qing flew out of the cave with blood spurting, fell heavily on the edge of the stone flat, and almost fell, he looked at the dark cave entrance, thinking about the terrifying aura he felt before, his eyes were full of shock and fear.

He knew that the old Dao didn't want to kill himself, but the aura naturally leaked out a little with anger, but it was just like that, but he already had such a powerful power, if that old Dao really exerted his cultivation with all his might, I was afraid that there was really no one in the world who could resist it.

Long Qing gasped for a moment, and gradually regained his composure' He wiped the blood from his lips, pressed the flat shoulder to his shoulder, picked up his bag, and continued to walk towards the top of the cliff.

There are many caves in this green mountain, and there are many Daomen seniors living in the caves, and those Daomen seniors have different realms, but they are all extremely powerful characters, but they are all extremely seriously injured and disabled like the old Dao before, so their tempers are not good.

Who was it back then that was able to seriously injure so many Dao Sect seniors like this? You must know that some of these Dao Sect seniors had already crossed the Five Realms decades ago, so wouldn't that mean that the cultivation realm of the person who seriously injured them was even higher, and it was more than one story or two stories high?

The answer to this question was vaguely visible in Long Qing's heart, but he didn't want to continue thinking about it, because the heavenly book in Guanli and the green mountain behind Guanhou were all his hopes now.

He walked silently between the green hills and cliffs, going in and out of those mysterious caves, like a worker ant who was busy walking in an anthill, where did he have time to pay attention to what spring looked like.

Chang'an City.

Ning Que and Sang Sang's dinner was eaten in the bachelor's mansion, after the meal, Mrs. Zeng Jing and Sang Sang went to talk, and Zeng Jing talked to Ning Que for a long time in the study, so it was already a little late when he left the house, looking at the few pedestrians on the street, Ning Que decided to go back to Lao Bizhai with Sang Sang for the night.

Lao Bizhai was the same as before, the bedroom in the backyard was fully equipped, Sangsang boiled hot water, and after the two of them finished washing, they went to bed and prepared for bed.

When the spring is strong, the night breeze is not cool and even has some faint dryness, a wild cat lying on the courtyard wall, looking at the stars in the night dome, making a sad cry like a baby's cry.

The voice was really a little ugly, Ning Que couldn't sleep at all, he opened his eyes and looked at the beam above his head, and suddenly said, "Do you know? Ye Hongyu killed the Grand Priest of the Judgment. ”

Sang Sang whispered over there, "I don't know. ”

Ning Que found that she was not as shocked as she was when she heard the news, and couldn't help laughing at herself, thinking that Sang Sang was really not a mortal like herself, and said: "After hearing about the killing verdict, she immediately seriously injured Luo Kedi, if it wasn't for the head of the sect to speak, she would have killed that person." ”

Sangsang hummed softly.

Ning Que said: "I thought I had caught up with her, how could I have thought that she would throw me so far away at once...... She is now the Great Priest of Xiling, and if she wants to make a move in the future, I can't beat her, and there is no way to use your identity as the Great Priest of Light to suppress her, but what should I do?"

Sangsang said: "Then don't fight." ”

Ning Que was silent for a moment and then suddenly said: "Your father said that if you follow me to the Rotten Ke Temple, the road is far away, and then it is not right to use the identity of a maid, and you want us to be engaged first, what do you say?"

Sangsang asked in a low voice, "...... What do you say?"

Ning Que said, "Then order it." ”

Sang Sang's voice sounded from under the thin quilt, a little buzzing, as if he had a cold: "Okay." ”

Ning Que said: "Come to sleep, I'm a little hot."

Sangsang moved from the other end of the bed and got into his arms.

Every year in late spring, when it is about to be hot, Ning Que always likes to sleep with her, because she is born cold, and holding her is like holding a cold jade, a soft cold jade.

It's the same tonight, Sangsang's body is still so cool.

But she herself felt hot.

Ning Que also felt a little hot, and listened to the wild cat on the wall calling for spring in a mournful voice, he felt more and more annoyed, and scolded in a low voice: "Spring is over, what is it called!"

(To be continued)