Xiaohe smiled and saluted, put the kimchi on the table, went to the stove room to get clean dishes and chopsticks, and poured a full bowl.

Mo Shu took a sip of the wine, and found that the wine was ordinary, a little light, and he didn't care, so he drank all the wine in the bowl in another sip.

Shen Yunhai hurriedly filled the bowl of wine again for him.

Mo Kill didn't eat vegetables, and drank another bowl directly, the interesting thing is that he drank it very heroically, but he drank it as a matter of course.

A few years ago, the Demon Prison Incident, the Demon Lord killed the turtle and died, that evening he played a tune and drank a bowl of wine, and today he also blew a tune, and he especially wanted to drink.

After drinking two bowls of wine, he picked up chopsticks, picked up half a bowl of his favorite dish, and ate slowly, occasionally sandwiching a piece of red-skinned radish to clear his mouth.

"Didn't the monk write a letter to you to go to Yimaozhai? Why not? Mo Shu suddenly looked at Shen Yunhai and said.

Shen Yunhai was even more sure that the other party was a friend of the great virtue or the son of the Hanging Temple, and smiled apologetically, but did not say anything.

When he was in Wuhui Valley, Su Qingming asked him the same question, but he didn't say it then, let alone now.

Mo Shu smiled slightly, and then asked, "How do you feel about this question?" ”

Shen Yunhai thought about his career as a guard in that world, and found that it was really simple and boring, and he couldn't talk about any insight, so he said apologetically: "No." ”

Mo Shu asked, "What about Su Qingming?" ”

Shen Yunhai didn't think about it, and said directly: "Childe is similar to being outside, it's still like that." ”

Mo Shu was silent for a moment and then said, "That's good. ”

……

There is a cliff platform somewhere in the valley of Wuhui, and the autumn trees are like yellow covers, and a few golden leaves fall with the wind.

Hu Yunyan stood under the tree, looking at the dream-like cloud country outside the cliff, not knowing what he was thinking.

He carried a delicate little flask in his hand, and whenever a leaf fell, he would lift it up and take a sip.

Monks drink alcohol, which is not much different from mortal drinking, and still needs to be given good things.

Before Qin Da went to Xixia City, he copied the method of making grilled fish to him, and he roasted hundreds of them, but found that he still couldn't bake the taste, so he had to give up.

At this time, the good things he used to deliver wine were not those yellow leaves falling in the wind, but a few chess pieces held in the palm of his left hand.

The chess pieces rubbed and rotated in the palm of the hand, bringing out a clear but deep sound, which was somewhat good, and for him, it was no different from a good dish.

He played chess less and less because he found it boring.

No one in the world can defeat him, and he can't defeat Su Qingming, whether in the world or in the illusion of Qingtianjian.

Su Qingming's method of playing chess is still so boring......

If he is bored, he will think about drinking, and naturally he will not use the true yuan to dissipate it, and when the seventieth yellow leaf falls, he finally feels drunk.

This feeling of fluttering fairy is really good.

Hu Yunyan thought to himself that he had to ascend to become an immortal, why bother cultivating hard, mortals only needed a few pots of fine wine.

Is it really worth paying so much for the sake of the ethereal and elusive avenue?

He took the flask and stepped on the railing, rode away in the wind, and walked long through the clouds and mist, until he came to a very secluded and remote valley.

This is the edge of the Valley of No Return, and it is close to the forbidden formation, and few moral disciples will come here.

It may be for this reason that Luo Huainan secretly built his secret mansion here.

Hu Yun shook the wine jug, opened the three-layer prohibition of the cave, and walked in, the light band made of spars met the new wind, illuminating the simple and clean furnishings inside.

After Luo Huainan's death, this secret cave house fell into his hands, Tan Zhenren and Bai Zhenren should know what he did secretly, and responded with silence, and naturally they would not pay attention to this small cave mansion.

Hu Yun walked to the stone table, looked at the small green bottle, and was silent for a while.

The green vial was Luo Huainan's last retreat for Yuan Ying, and he really died here.

Hu Yunyan poured some wine from the jug on the ground, then sat down and drank it slowly.

As time passed, he became more and more drunk, leaned his forehead against the stone table, and when he was about to sleep, he suddenly heard a voice.

The sound was faint, like a candle in a gale, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

Hu Yun shook his head, his eyes were extremely bright, and he was still a little drunk.

This place is quiet and remote, close to the Yunmeng Great Array, and there are prohibitions in the cave to isolate the inside and outside, why is there a sound?

The voice was so close that it seemed to be in his heart.

Could it be the means of the evil demons?

Hu Yunyan thought indifferently, even the holy woman of the Xuanming Dao didn't have such ability, and the Hu Guifei in the palace couldn't do it.

He believed that this was not an illusion, and he didn't drink too much, so he carried the true yuan into his ears and listened intently.

I don't know how long it took, but his earlobes trembled slightly, and he finally heard the voice again.

The voice was really faint, and trembling slightly, it seemed extremely cold, and ...... It was as if he had heard it somewhere.

He listened in silence for a long time, and finally understood what the voice was saying.

"Teenage ......"

"Teenager...... Help me......"

"A boy playing chess...... It's ...... me."

Hu Yun shook his eyebrows, and raised them very strongly, as if they were standing up.

He could hear whose voice it was.

Blue Sky Spirit.

The little girl named Qing'er.

The little girl from his childhood had come out to play with him, until he was reunited in the small building in Echo Valley the other day.

After the meeting, he asked Shizun to go to the Echo Valley to meet her, but Shizun did not allow it......

Yes, Qingtianjian is in Echo Valley, why does her voice sound in her heart?

Could it be that he really drank too much, because of the setbacks suffered by the chess path and what happened to Luo Huainan, so that he had demons in his heart?

Hu Yunyao's face suddenly turned pale, not because he drank too much, not because he was afraid of demons, but because he really heard Qing'er's wail again.

He figured out something.

The voice didn't come from the heart, but from a crack in the cave.

No one knew that in Luo Huainan's hidden cave mansion, there was a secret passage that could lead to the leylines in the depths of the Yunmeng Great Array.

The crack in the stone is the entrance to the tunnel.

Why did that faint voice come from there?

Could it be that Qingtianjian was suppressed to the depths of the leylines?

Qingtianjian is a true heavenly treasure, and its status in terms of morality is similar to that of a unicorn and a dead turtle, and only two masters can make such a decision.

What kind of mistake did that little girl make to be punished like this?

Hu Yunyan studied the chess way deeply, and his deduction and calculation skills were extremely strong, and it only took a very short time to get close to the truth, and at the same time concluded that this was not something he could meddle in.

He rested the flask on the stone table, got up and walked out of the cave without hesitation.

Sensing his departure, the voice from the depths of the earth faded away, and everything returned to dead silence, desperate.

Hu Yunyan came to the door of the cave and waved his hand to throw a jade plaque.

The jade plate drew a streamer of light and headed towards a certain place in the Valley of No Return, carrying with him a divine sense that he had passed on to Bai Zao.

——I had an understanding of the Qingtianjian Fantasy Realm, and decided to retreat and retreat, and the time is unknown.

He reopened the three prohibitions, turned around and walked back to the depths of the cave, and made another barrier formation before he walked to the stone wall and stared at the stone crack for a long time.

It didn't take long for him to come to the second conclusion, which was basically impossible.

The leylines are connected to the Yunmeng Great Array, and if you want to dive into the depths of the leylines, you can't use any Dao methods, otherwise you will definitely be discovered.

And a heavenly treasure like Qingtianjian must be guarded, and it may even be a Qilin Divine Beast, even if he really reaches the depths of the leyline, what can he do?

He failed to draw a third conclusion.

For a man as brilliant and calculating as him, there are only two situations that do not need to be considered.

One is that it is not clear how to calculate, and the other is that there is no good result in how to calculate, so there is no need to deduce and calculate at this time, just do it directly.

Hu Yunyan took off the clothes on his body, folded them carefully, put them on the couch, and walked to the stone wall.

Steady hands landed on the hard stone wall, as if they had grabbed tofu, and quietly dug down a large piece of rock.

Soon the crack was dug into a hole that could be drilled into, and the ground was piled up like a hill of sand and gravel.

The speed seems to be fast, but thinking about the distance between the depths of the leyline and the ground, I know that it is still too slow.

Hu Yunyan has already calculated that it will take about twelve years to dig into the depths of the earth's leylines.

This fact did not hold him back down, and he continued to dig in silence.

For a monk, 12 years of retreat is normal.

……

Winter is coming.

The Great Array of the Sword Sect opened as in previous years, ushering in the first snow, the second snow, and the third snow.

At the top of the peak at the end of the gods, a stone gate of the cave opened.

Su Qingming walked to the cliff with his hands behind his back, and looked at the peaks in the wind and snow, his left hand still holding.

The snow fell silently, Tianjian Peak was as usual, Yunjian Peak was as usual, Qinglu Palace, Xiaohui Peak, and Fengfeng were all as usual.

The scenery in front of him was no different from the scenery he saw when he decided to leave for Chang'an City a few years ago.

It's just that there is a faint sound of music coming from Yunjian Peak not far away.

There is always a saying about appreciating snow and plum blossoms.

Yun Jianfeng's performance in inheriting swords and sword tests over the years has not been good, and it is inseparable from Nan Wang's connivance.

Su Qingming shook his head, looked at the white flagpole erected in the snow, and flicked his right hand slightly.

There was a soft snap.

Ahri bounced up from the thick snow, meowed angrily, and the white hair exploded like an arrow, and was about to tear the person to pieces, but found that it was him, so he had to give up.

It suddenly felt that the scene was a little familiar, and tilted its head slightly, looking a little confused.

The fifth-stage Thunder Soul Wood had already returned to Heavenly Sword Peak from the Sword Prison, but Su Qingming did not let Ahri return to Bihu Peak.

The real person in charge obviously disagreed with him using the sword sect's guards as a guard cat, but he was so afraid of death that he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

Su Qingming said, "Ahri, get ready to accompany me to a place." ”

It needs to be said in particular, and it is necessary to prepare, that place is very far away, and it will take a long time to go.

Ahri was very angry and thought to herself, should I do it again? If you travel through the world with you, it's okay to bully people and be your ancestors, but every time you encounter a murderer like either a turtle or a sword god of the West Sea, who can withstand it? Besides, Lei Soul Mu just returned to his side, do you want to send a dog again?

Su Qingming persuaded it last time by virtue of a fighting word.

The fight of the dragon and the tiger.

This time he relied on a place name.

"I'm going to the Hanging Temple, Thunder Soul Wood crossed the bright road and sent it back to Bihu, and the Great Elder personally watched it."

Ahri was silent for a moment, then meowed in agreement.

For it now, it is basically hopeless to ascend, so it can only think about prolonging its life, and it is best to live with heaven and earth.

Of course, this method is the most powerful in Zen Buddhism, and it has long wanted to go to the Hanging Temple to listen to the scriptures, but it has never had the right opportunity.

Shen Yunhai and Qing listened to the movement slightly, walked out of the cave, and saluted to one person and one cat.

Su Qingming said to Shen Yunhai: "Hold the cat and follow me." ”

From Chang'an City to Xihai, they walked like this.

Shen Yunhai didn't have time to ask, walked up to Ahri, saluted again, and then stretched out his hand.

Looking at this scene, Qing was a little envious, how many disciples of the Sword Sect could walk in the world with Lord Zhenshou in their arms? It's just that Shen Yunhai is Su Qingming's personal disciple, he is a nephew, after all, he is separated by a layer, and it is not easy to fight for anything.

Unexpectedly, Ahri didn't let Shen Yunhai hug him, and waved his claws to let him stand farther away, with a look of disgust.

Lu Qian walked towards the edge of the cliff, looked into Su Qingming's eyes and said, "I'll come." ”

Ahri kept nodding.

Su Qingming said, "It's okay." ”

……

left a letter for Qing Xiao to hand over over there, and Su Qingming took Lu Qian and Lu Qian with the cat and left Shenmo Peak.

The Yunxia Sword was too conspicuous, they used the iron sword, and they didn't fly far before landing in Yunji Town, and they ate a hot pot before officially leaving.

For the rest of the way, they did not wield their swords, but walked.

Ahri was crooked in Lu Qian's arms, thinking that the trip was not bad, and it didn't matter if the mountain road was bumpy.

The mountain road passes through a small mountain village, and when you come to the mountain beam and look down, you can see the house that is getting bigger and bigger.

Father Liu is busy with work in the yard, still full of black hair, after so many years, it seems that he is still in good health.

Mother Liu walked out with a little boy in her arms and a little girl of five or six years old in her hand.

Father Liu stepped forward and said a few words, and the whole family laughed, and they were extremely happy.

Lu Qian looked below and said, "Does Shen Yunhai know?" ”

"I don't know."

Su Qingming took out a pill, handed it to Lu Qian, and said, "Melt it in the water tank." Nice view of the pond in the village, you wait for me there. ”

Ahri raised his head, looked at the snow falling in the sky, and thought to himself that you can enjoy the scenery by the standing pond in winter, are you enough?

Lu Qian said hello, came to the village with the cat in his arms, put a medicine in the water tank of the willow house, and then walked to the pond and looked at the water.

Snowflakes fall on the surface of the water and disappear in an instant, as if they never existed.

She was about to swim in the wilderness, and to mortals, she was a real immortal, and no one could see her standing by the pond.

Ahri sensed that she was a little nervous and meowed softly, trying to comfort her.

Lu Qian looked at the snowflakes falling on the water and didn't say anything.