Su Qingming's stay in Daming Palace was not very long.

Moreover, the atmosphere in which the two of them chatted was very bad, and His Majesty the Tang Empire didn't even have the slightest intention of staying for dinner.

Therefore, Su Qingming said goodbye to Li Shu, went out of the palace alone, and then found a noodle restaurant in an alley in Chang'an City.

There are not many people in this noodle restaurant, Su Qingming ordered a bowl of noodles casually, and stared blankly at the endless crowd outside.

That emperor was playing chess, and it was likely that he was playing against the Seven Holy Lands, and even the demons of the Northern Demon Domain and the Southern Barbarians.

Su Qingming couldn't see his realm, even if he advanced to the realm of the earth, he was only one step away from getting out of the mortal body, and there was no way to sense the aura of a cultivator from his body.

But His Majesty claimed to be a cultivator, and the only possibility was that he had already passed the five tribulations of creation, returned to his roots, and achieved the realm of life and death.

Immortal cultivators return to their true nature, and after the primordial spirit is empty, they will advance to the realm of forgetting life, and then break through the three calamities and five tribulations, and enter the realm of life and death.

Su Qingming crossed life and death in his previous life and achieved the position of Sword Venerable.

In this life, among the people that Su Qingming knew, Zhuo Jianzun must have passed this stage, and then the mysterious Sword Sect leader is also possible, the holy lords and heads of the other six holy lands, and there are a few hidden old immortals.

In the entire Great Wilderness Ancient Realm, there will be no more than ten.

Such a big man who can affect the balance of one side will inevitably not be so simple.

What's more, that majesty also bears the responsibility left by his ancestors.

Su Qingming concluded that all the people in the entire Chang'an City, whether they were disciples of the Seven Holy Lands or great demons, had not left the control of His Majesty.

This time I came to Chang'an City, and the feeling was different from my previous life.

The moral outlook did not affect the trajectory of the Tang Dynasty too much, but more as a hidden holy place.

This kind of detachment from cognition made Su Qingming feel unreal, and even vaguely worried that Lu Qian's future trajectory would change.

And the strength of the Dust Realm is in the face of those powerhouses in the Cave True Realm, the Divine Journey Realm, and even the Void Realm.

It's really minor.

Especially after the previous sect master of the Northern Hell Sect was born, Su Qingming thought that he couldn't resist even a single move when he fought against that person.

Even if the Returning Ruins Sword appeared, it was impossible.

Although it seems that the demon is inextricably linked to the Shen family now, and the person he wants to kill is most likely Lu Lin.

But these are very important people to Su Qingming.

In his plan, Lu Lin was the key person who guarded Lu Qian after he left Heavenly Sword Peak.

Su Qingming couldn't stay in the Sword Sect forever, he needed to improve his realm and take revenge.

If Lu Lin died, then he would have to leave the Sword Sect with Lu Qian, and Heavenly Sword Peak would once again be controlled by the Shen family.

Dongfang Nian, the former sect leader of the Northern Hell Sect, had already forgotten his life hundreds of years ago, if it weren't for Dongtian being destroyed by Zhuo Jianzun's sword, it would have been impossible for the Sword Sect to suppress him under the Sword Prison.

Born this time, Lu Lin did not have a cave, facing an evil demon who had been famous for hundreds of years, Su Qingming kept determining who could win.

It's time to return to the Sword Sect.

Su Qingming withdrew his gaze from the window and began to eat noodles with his head bored.

"Bring me a bowl too, you're in for a treat!" A crisp and nice voice sounded.

Su Qingming raised her head and looked at the woman in front of her silently.

Dressed in a light green gown, his face is peerless, and a little cinnabar in the center of his eyebrows is like the finishing touch, which is indescribably noble.

In Su Qingming's opinion, even if she can't be the first in the world, she should be in the top five.

"Occult Moon Sect, Xie Zhiliu."

Without waiting for Su Qingming to nod, the woman sat down opposite him without the slightest restraint.

Pedaling.

There was a sound of footsteps.

This small noodle restaurant has a few more people one after another.

A man dressed in a short beat, a monk in a robe, and a young man with a wooden expression.

The three of them came to Su Qingming one after another and sat down together.

"Hanging Temple Cicada One, I've seen Master Su Shi."

"Demon Town, Xiao Jiu."

"Emperor Wu City, Song Nu."

These four names also represent the four holy places, and with the addition of the Sword Sect, no one would have expected to be in a noodle restaurant in Chang'an City.

Five of the most powerful disciples of the younger generation of the Holy Land appeared at the same time.

Only the good yuan of the Daode Immortal Sect and the Wen Ruohai of the Zhongzhou Academy.

These people represent the strongest people of the younger generation in the Great Wilderness Ancient Realm.

Among all of them, Song Nu was the highest, and he was in the late stage of the Cave True Realm, exuding a barbaric and domineering aura.

Over the years, although Su Qingming has not traveled much in the world, he still hears Song Nu's name the most.

This Martial Emperor City, the closed disciple of the Blue Emperor, has defeated countless masters of the younger generation one after another since he practiced, and he has never lost a single defeat in hundreds of battles.

And the monk sitting next to him, Su Qingming is no stranger, the Buddha of the Hanging Temple, Cicada One.

The most unfamiliar to him was Xi Jiu in the Demon Town.

In the Great Wilderness Ancient Realm, the Southern Barbarian Demon Domain is in the southwest, and there is the Sword Sect in charge.

And beyond the East China Sea, there are many water demons.

There, too, there is a holy place that is resisting overseas demons.

As the name suggests, this city suppresses demons because under that city, it really suppresses a demon king overseas.

Sitting in this city is the Xiao family.

Su Qingming remembered that in the Misty Swamp, the big demon in Biling Pond was from the East China Sea, and the banshee attached to Lu Qian's sword was killed by the Dao soldier of that Immortal Venerable.

The other, Xie Zhiliu of the Moon Occultation Sect, Su Qingming was not very familiar.

At this moment, these well-known young powerhouses gathered here, Su Qingming frowned slightly, and asked, "Are you all here to eat noodles?" ”

Song Nu smiled and said: "They are all people who have already been able to open the valley, it doesn't matter if you eat or not, we came here, I just want to ask you, will you go on a trip to Zhongzhou?" ”

The others all set their eyes on Su Qingming, and it was obvious that they also had the same purpose.

Su Qingming was silent.

A trip to Middle-earth.

It is the most important thing for the younger generation of the Great Wilderness Ancient Realm.

It is also a grand event held by the academy among the seven holy places.

Su Qingming was at least reluctant to mention this place now, because this was a previous life, and in terms of regret, it was second only to Lu Qian's fall.

"No, no." Su Qingming said calmly.

"Ugh..."

"Amitabha!"

"You..."

"Hmph."

The four of them made different voices at the same time, some regrets, some accidents, some incomprehension, and some disdain.

But Su Qingming ignored their expressions.

Soon, the four of them left one after another, and only Su Qingming was left in the entire noodle restaurant.

Slowly eating a bowl of noodles and checking out, Su Qingming walked out of the noodle restaurant.

The streets are full of people.

I don't know if Asa'er will blame me.

Su Qingming sighed lightly.

If you don't go to Middle-earth, what you lose is the baptism of the Temple of Literature, and it is more likely to lose the person who makes him feel guilty.

It's time to return to the Sword Sect.