In the mountain sealed by the Qishan Snake, bursts of ripples appeared from the portal, and Chen Qingshan floated out with Ah Lan's soul.

At the moment Ah Lan appeared, the sealed body of the Qishan Disaster Snake showed a faint fluctuation, which was summoning Ah Lan.

The Duke of Impermanence appeared behind Chen Qingshan, showed a terrifying smile, and then pointed and said, "Send Ah Lan's soul into the body of the Qishan Snake." ”

Chen Qingshan let go of Ah Lan's palm, and Ah Lan's soul slowly approached under the traction of the Qishan Snake, and then merged into the body of the Qishan Snake.

"My mission is complete, goodbye, Chen Qingshan, and, the Snake Goddess."

The Impermanence Duke took one last look at the Qishan Snake and then disappeared.

Under the gaze of Chen Qingshan, Chang Xin, and Sanzang, the body of the Qishan Snake emitted a milky white light, and then slowly turned into a white egg, and the strong qi and blood of the Qishan Snake slowly weakened, and then a new life was being conceived in the egg.

Another day and night, the egg slowly shattered, and Ah Lan walked out of it, as if reborn.

As Zhu Demon said, at this moment, Ah Lan is the Qishan Disaster Snake.

With the soul of a living person, the body of an ancient god, he walks in this world.

Chen Qingshan felt Ah Lan's breath, which was similar to an ordinary realm, but Ah Lan, who was better at this moment, was no different from an ordinary person.

"He is asleep and can be revived if necessary, but he is too badly injured and only has the strength of the four realms left." Ah Lan said softly.

Chen Qingshan's eyes were as clear as water, and Chen Qingshan knew that what Ah Mu was talking about was naturally a Qishan snake.

Under the influence of Ah Lan, the Qishan Snake no longer needs to eat the incense of the world, and can walk in the world. And Ah Lan, favored by the Qishan Disaster Snake, from then on, the Seven Realms are worry-free, even the Eight Realms, and the probability is very great.

After all, as an ancient god ranked first in the Chaos God Sect, when the Qishan Disaster Snake was at its peak, it was the Eight Realms.

"Daddy wants Ah Lan to marry him as a concubine because Wang Yan has great talents, and Ah Lan is no longer weaker than him in terms of talent, and I don't know what kind of expression Dad will have when Ah Lan defeats that Wang Yan with his own hands?"

Ah Lan is still haunted by the shot his father stabbed.

"Although Ah Lan is a woman, who says that I can't suppress that so-called powerful Wang Yan?"

Ah Lan stretched out his palm, took out a turquoise bracelet and put it back on his wrist, and then his hand turned into a fist.

Chen Qingshan looked at Ah Mu and felt the weight of Ah Mu's words.

The four of them walked out of the mountain that sealed the Qishan Snake, and looked at Shanshi Town from afar, because of the sleep of the Mountain King, the entire Shanshi Town was empty.

So Chen Qingshan and the others chose to leave, and the destination was still Chang'an, and Ah Lan didn't know where to go, so he chose to go with Chen Qingshan and the others.

It's just that when he was looking at Shanshi Town from afar, Chen Qingshan couldn't help but think of Dao Thirteen.

"What is an immortal to give dreams, and what is an immortal?" Chen Qingshan couldn't help but mutter.

Chen Qingshan only knows the Nine Realms of the world, and the strongest cultivation in this world is the Eight Realms. Maybe the Nine Realms are immortals, or above the Nine Realms, they are immortals, which Chen Qingshan doesn't quite understand.

Maybe when you get to Chang'an, there will be an answer, Chen Qingshan thought as he hurried.

And along the way, Chen Qingshan still did not forget to condense the sword qi, and at the same time, Chen Qingshan also took out the flying sword of the Luohe Wang Clan's Three Realms Confucian cultivator and practiced swordsmanship.

After Chen Qingshan crossed the Longji Mountain Range and left the boundary of the Longji Mountain Range, Chen Qingshan had completely mastered the use of the flying sword, and at the same time, the sword qi in the dantian was no longer a trace, but a strand, and now Chen Qingshan was already able to hurt people with sword qi.

It's just that there are still some deficiencies from the water after spring.

And during this period of cultivation, Chang Xin and Sanzang broke through to the middle stage of the realm almost at the same time.

At this time, it was not yet winter, but the sky had fallen snow, and after turning over the Longji Mountain Range, Chen Qingshan and the others had already entered the northern part of the Tang Dynasty, but for Chen Qingshan, when he saw the snow, he felt that he had really arrived in the north.

It will also snow in Jishui Town, but not so early, usually in the depths of winter, and the snow in Jishui Town is not as big as in the north, but Chen Qingshan at that time was still worried about winter. When the weather is cold, there is not enough firewood and food, it will die, Chen Qingshan was a child, he was alone in Jishui Town, and he was hungry and cold.

Ah Lan stretched out his hand and caught a snowflake, which slowly melted in his palm.

"This snow is beautiful, even better than that in the eastern capital." The snow fell on the tip of her nose, which was slightly reddened.

Ran strode freely through the open field, enjoying the freedom she had never had.

The girl is like an elf, running wantonly in the white world, followed by a small sword cultivator, a little Confucian cultivator, and a little Buddha cultivator.

At night, the four of them found a sheltered place from the wind, sat around the fire, and discussed getting some clothes.

The four of them are all cultivated, and they are not too afraid of the snow, but after all, Chang'an is far away, so they have to get some warm clothes.

The place where the four of them took shelter from the wind was a broken Taoist temple, the white wall had long been mottled, and a big hole was missing from the roof.

The wind and snow suddenly became heavier, and the door of the Taoist temple was bent and bent, making a crackling sound, as if the next moment, it was about to be broken, but after all, it stubbornly survived.

One night in the snowstorm, there were people outside the door to avoid the snow, and they often went to open the door, but they saw a tattered ball rolling in, as if it was blown in by a strong wind.

"Oops, I almost froze to death old man!" When I looked closely, it was an old beggar curled up.

The old beggar has yellow teeth, thin clothes, and the whole person is like an old bark and withered tree.

Chen Qingshan really didn't know how this guy passed through this snowy sky, and found this broken Taoist temple without being frozen to death.

Chang Xin covered the door, and out of kindness, he distributed some dry food to the old beggar with yellow teeth.

The yellow-toothed old beggar giggled, and a piece of the front tooth in his mouth was missing, which was not much better than the broken door of this broken Taoist temple.

It's really broken together.

The yellow-toothed old beggar didn't talk nonsense, went to the side and grabbed a handful of snow, and when it was snowing, he ate the dry food.

Chen Qingshan looked at his shriveled belly exposed by the holes in his clothes, and exclaimed his appetite.

Seeing that the old beggar with yellow teeth finished eating, Chen Qingshan asked where he came from.

"Uncle, where are you from, the kid is a little curious, how did you survive this snowstorm?"

The old beggar clasped his yellow teeth and giggled: "Uncle Ben's life is too cheap, God hates me, so I won't accept it." ”

"There is a Tianlan Village fifty miles away, and there is a Martial Immortal Temple in the village, and I came from there." The yellow-toothed old beggar added.

"Martial Immortal Temple?" Chen Qingshan was now a little sensitive to the word immortal, and couldn't help but ask.

"Everyone in Tianlan Village is martial arts, and they are proud to be martial artists, so they built a martial arts temple, hoping that one day, there will be a great martial artist in the village." The yellow-toothed old beggar explained.

"Fuck, a bunch of vulgar martial artists, the old man is a scholar, and he disdains to be in the company of them." The yellow-toothed old man scolded, flicked the tartar out of his hand, and spat by the way.

Hearing this, including Chang Xin and Sanzang, these two beings with a calm heart, the four people in the Dao Breaking Temple looked at this raunchy old beggar and were shocked.

"You are what a scholar should look like, and you are a vulgar martial artist, and the most vulgar person present is you." This is what the four of them have in mind.

"Then what realm of Confucian cultivation are you now?" Chang Xin asked cautiously.

The old beggar scolded: "I said that I am a scholar, and I did not say that I am a Confucian cultivator, the old man is a scattered person, does not respect Confucianism, does not respect the Tao, does not pay attention to the Buddha, even this heaven and earth, the old man does not care." ”

When the four of them heard this, they understood. "Yes, an old bastard, the kind that no one is afraid of."

I didn't ask anymore, thinking that after tonight, the wind would be lighter tomorrow, so I went to Tianlan Village as the old beggar with yellow teeth said.

At night, Chang Xin and Sanzang couldn't bear it, so they gave their only clothes to the old beggar with yellow teeth.

provoked the yellow-toothed old beggar to giggle again, and said with his leaky front teeth: "It's still you two boys who are on the road, and you know how to respect the old man, unlike the sword cultivator next to you, yes, it's like a wood, and the one who uses a sword is the same as a vulgar martial artist, hey, it's the same!" ”

The sword cultivator in the mouth of the yellow-toothed old beggar is naturally Chen Qingshan.

Chen Qingshan, who was picking up a fire with a branch next to him, suddenly frowned.

Ah Lan giggled: "Qingshan, the old man said that you are wood." ”

Ah Lan unknowingly, after Chen Qingshan saved himself, his name changed, from Gongzi to a closer Qingshan.

And Chen Qingshan was busy arguing with the old beggar, and he didn't care too much about this title, after all, Sanzang, Chang Xin, and General Wu, who should have arrived at Zhennan Pass now, all called themselves like this.

"Old Pitch." Chen Qingshan replied, and then stopped paying attention to the yellow-toothed old beggar.

The yellow-toothed old beggar asked Chang Xin for some money again, saying that he would go back to the village to buy wine and drink.

Then he lay down proudly on the side, beating up and down in his hands.

"Eating meat and drinking wine, the world is a beautiful thing, when you are full, you want to be a widow at the other end of the village!"

The yellow-toothed old beggar snorted pleasantly, and from time to time he smacked his mouth, wondering if he had dreamed of the widow on the other side of the village.

Ah Lan heard this, scolded "old is not ashamed", and lowered his head.

And Chen Qingshan, Sanzang, and Changxin are accustomed to it.

When they were in Jishui Town, they often saw the farmer who was drunk at the Peach Blossom Wine Nunnery, humming these strange tunes.

On the hundreds of miles of empty fields, the wind and snow are howling, everything is dormant, and a broken Taoist view like a bean on the white plain is too small to be seen.

There is a bonfire burning in the Broken Daoist Temple, and it seems to have become the only place to live in this heaven and earth.