In the eighth year of Mingde, in January, heavy snow fell.

Qingyun Sect, Fulu Ting.

The cliff wall is towering, slightly concave inward, like a scallop, and the higher it goes, the narrower it becomes.

The color of the cliff wall is peculiar, there is the light of pearl and jade in the moist and moist, it just so happens that a wisp of twilight obliquely sweeps into the gorge, shines on the wall, repeatedly reflects, for a time the gorge flows in the gold and brilliance, makes people dazzled.

Dozens of white cranes made clear sounds, fluttering back and forth in the evening light, so happy.

"Where am I?"

"My head hurts........."

Xu Qing froze in place, the once familiar ceiling was gone, replaced by a room full of antique.

A faint scent of sandalwood fills the side, and flecks of sunlight shine in the hollowed-out carved windows.

Xu Qing looked carefully, there was a soft wooden bed under him, the delicate carved decoration was extraordinary, and there was a lonely oil lamp on the table that had been extinguished.

At this moment, the chaotic memory was like thousands of golden needles piercing into his mind, Xu Qing covered his forehead in pain, and he had roughly learned his origin.

With the same name and surname, sixteen years old, the original owner of this body was gifted and intelligent, one year old could read a thousand words, and at the age of three he could recite hand-me-down poems, showing the characteristics of ordinary people.

But because of this talent, he was jealous of others, and the village was slaughtered overnight, and his parents used their flesh and blood to block the fatal blow in order to cover Xu Qing.

That's how he survived.

In the end, he was accepted as a disciple by the Qingyun Mountain Daoist and became the youngest generation of wizards.

Only then did Xu Qing realize that he seemed to have crossed the .........

In the antique room, there is no crisp sound of the mechanical keyboard of the past, and it is still a little difficult to adapt for a while.

In the silence, Xu Qing slowly walked out of the room.

Now that I have crossed over, I can only accept reality, because the memories have not been fully digested, and some things have not really been understood, let alone what happened not long ago.

It's just that his body seems to be injured, otherwise he wouldn't have died young.

The spacious front yard is paved with green bricks, and a peach blossom tree with lush foliage is planted in the corner, and the peach blossoms bloom on the tree.

And under the tree, a white-haired old Taoist attracted Xu Qing's attention, the old Taoist was dressed in neat green clothes, with cloud temples hanging down, the fairy wind Dao bones were natural, and the dust was clenched in his hands, and his bearing was extraordinary.

Xu Qing was a little surprised, in the snowy season, this peach blossom tree can still be so vibrant, it is really a miracle in the immortal cultivation world.

"Master."

Seeing Xu Qing come out, Lao Dao opened his eyes, glanced at him, stroked his goatee and said, "Apprentice, how are you recovering from your injuries?" ”

Xu Qing hurriedly said: "The disciple is no longer in trouble, thank you for your concern." ”

Chen Changsheng nodded with satisfaction, and continued: "Not bad, apprentice, my cultivation has improved again. ”

Xu Qing knew the strength of his master Chen Changsheng, and he was not enough to see in front of his old man, so he bowed his head and said: "It's just a small achievement, thank you for the master's praise." ”

Chen Changsheng waved the dust, smiled heartily, and was in a good mood.

A few years ago, Chen Changsheng was unable to move forward half a step in his life due to deviations in his cultivation exercises, but now that many years have passed, it is difficult to find a junior who can teach Yijin, so he naturally does not want to miss it.

Now that several spring and autumn seasons have passed, the disciples are already satisfied with such achievements.

Whisk the dust and wave.

In the moment of teleportation, the old way has disappeared.

Xu Qing looked at the disappeared master with a strange expression and muttered, "Is this the strength of an immortal?" ”

As far as he is familiar with thousands of Xianxia novels, the people who can teleporte are all immortal cultivators, and he must also be the proud son of heaven when he is young.

I just don't know when I'll be able to achieve this.

Here, demon beasts are rampant, and immortal cultivators will do whatever it takes to seize treasures.

Killing people has become commonplace, and even fratricide has been tried repeatedly.

As a personal disciple of Qingyun Sect, Xu Qing felt a little distressed in his heart.

The reason why he can become a descendant of his relatives is mostly because of the amazing talent he showed when he was young, if he can't take on the big responsibility, within a hundred years, he will inevitably be despised by his peers and rejected by the elders.

Through memory, I know that a few decades ago, the Qingyun Sect produced a peerless genius, and at the age of twenty, he stepped into the foundation building period, thinking that this person must be a leader in the future, and the whole sect cheered and cheered.

But in the next few decades, this person's cultivation stagnated, not only wasted a lot of precious herbs, but also chose to practice the demon path, and was finally expelled from the sect by the elders.

"Ding Dong"

With a crisp prompt sound, a translucent panel slowly appeared in front of him, which only he could see.

Name: Qing Xu

Race: Terran

Age: nineteen

Cultivation: Nine layers of Qi training

Shou Yuan: 19/58

Exercises: "Dragon Travel" and "Taiyi Lion Jue"

[Divine Power: Immortality]

A neutral voice without any emotion sounded in Xu Qing's thoughts, and Xu Qing was suddenly ecstatic, this is a golden finger!

I didn't expect to be able to experience the thrill of a system in my lifetime.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there is a saying that thirty years to build a foundation, a hundred years of golden pills, and a thousand years of yuan infants, anyone who can reach the specified age is the best among geniuses, and Xu Qing has the strength of the ninth layer of qi cultivation at the age of nineteen, and he is naturally rare.

Anyone with such a talent will be snatched by the sect, which is not only related to the luck of the sect, but also related to whether the sect has the opportunity to become a first-class opportunity.

It's just that Xu Qing, who has just stepped into the world of cultivating immortals, has not yet understood, and can only slowly fuse his memory.

"Also... Live forever...... What do you mean? ”

Xu Qing asked puzzled.

As he finishes, a line of words appears on the translucent panel.

【Infinite longevity, immortality】

Xu Qing's face was dark, and other people's golden fingers were all flying away, immortal and indestructible, and some were even more exaggerated, with a snap of his fingers destroying half of the population of the universe.

For ordinary people, immortality is a coveted wish, but for immortal cultivators, this is a chicken rib.

It's a pity to discard the tasteless food.

The lifespan of the foundation building period can reach 500 years, and Jindan has a thousand-year lifespan, and the yuan baby is even worse.

Immortals and demons pursue the way of immortality, but after all, they also have three calamities and nine tribulations, and the day when the five decays and longevity of heaven and man are exhausted.

In desperation, Xu Qing had no choice but to accept it, which was better than nothing.

After simply figuring out his situation, Xu Qing sat on the futon and silently operated his magical powers.

The aura merges into the body, and a stream of heat shuttles through the limbs, although it cannot improve its strength, it can accumulate aura, relieve fatigue, dredge the meridians, and increase longevity every year.

In this way, the essence accumulated in Xu Qing's body for many years is slowly merging, and at the end of the day, he will not feel physically and mentally exhausted, and even his legs will not be sore.