Su Qingming made sure that no one was looking at him, whether it was the sky or the underground, walked out of the small mountain village, and walked back along the road he had been there back then.

The couple in the village had two more children, and the big tree by the pond had grown old for twenty-three years.

After walking through the wilderness and walking for a long time, he finally came to the bank of the stream, where he had cut wood and made a fire, and steamed and dried his clothes for the first time in two lifetimes.

Snow fell from the stream, and thin ice drifted from the pools upstream, but it was not frozen because of the waterfall that fell from the belly of the mountain.

Su Qing went up against the waterfall, entered the belly of the mountain, passed through the extremely dark passage, and came to the cave.

The pearl in the cave house radiated light, illuminating the stone couch and the two futons in front of the couch.

The man was still lying on the stone couch, his face covered with an unfathomable mist, as if it were thousands of stars, and he could not see the true face.

Su Qingming walked to the front of the couch and said, "There must be something wrong with the formation, today we will first confirm whether the real person has made a move." ”

The person on the stone couch has been dead for many years, the belt made of the tendons of the dark Jiao is completely rotten, broken into several pieces and falls on the couch, but the body has never been rotten, under the tattered silkworm clothes, there are cracks everywhere, and ink-like old blood stains are smeared on it, which looks a little weird.

Regardless of the Sword Sect or the moral concept or Daze and other places, the first step of cultivation is to forge the body and refine the qi, the higher the realm, the stronger the body, for example, the body of the disciple of the Sword Sect Wuzhang Realm can be called stronger than steel, but as the so-called person dies, in the absence of special treatment, this person has been dead for more than 20 years and the body is still not rotten, it is really very rare, and I don't know how high the realm of this person is before death.

Su Qingming didn't untie the iron sword behind his back, stretched out his finger and drew dozens of dotted lines around the cave, and used the Chengtian Sword Technique to lay out a small sword formation. Because of the slightly lower realm and the reason that it contradicted the original life of the Chengtian Sword, this sword array was naturally far inferior to the one that the Great Elder had laid down in the Molting House of the Returnless Valley, but it was also strong enough.

After doing these things, he sat down on the futon, rested his hands quietly on his knees, his left hand was slightly released, and a very small gap appeared between his five fingers, and a pale golden light overflowed from his fingers, and he was about to go out of the cave, but he was trapped by the sword array and could not leave.

This immortal qi is only one thousandth of the total number of immortal qi in the immortal urn, and with his current realm, it is still a little hard to control, and his face suddenly turned pale.

He knew he had to speed up, and let out a divine thought that landed on the corpse.

When the corpse touched his mind, it suddenly vibrated as if it were about to be resurrected.

Of course, this is an illusion, Su Qingming is using his own divine thoughts instead of the corpse to move the gong, wanting to force out those things that were suppressed in the depths of the Dao heart.

It didn't take long for more than a dozen points of light to float out from the wounds on the surface of the corpse's body.

If you look closely, you will see that those points of light also have a faint golden glow, and they are actually fragments, but they are so small that they look like points of light.

Su Qingming raised his right hand and smoothed out the immortal qi that overflowed from the immortal urn, evenly smeared it into the air in front of him, forming a pale golden flake, and then used the sword array to force those points of light onto this pale golden flake, as if a craftsman was trying to inlay jade on gold leaf.

Those fragments landed on the thin layer of immortal qi, and only trembled slightly, and then they regained their calm, even calmer than in that corpse.

Seeing this scene, Su Qingming confirmed his conjecture even more, but did not stop moving, and continued to look at the thin layer of immortal qi.

His eyes had always been calm, and his eyes were clear, like the surface of the water in a well, but they suddenly became bright.

I don't know if it's the fairy energy and fragments reflected in the depths of my eyes, or if I'm full of energy, in short, it's like a round of sun suddenly born at the bottom of the deep sea.

In a sense, he is an innate formless sword body, and his eyes are a natural sword eye.

Under such a pair of eyes, nothing can be hidden.

I don't know how long I looked at it, Su Qingming slowly closed his eyes, raised his left hand and withdrew the immortal qi, and at the same time, those fragments of light also returned to the corpse.

This immortal qi was only one thousandth of the amount of immortal qi in the immortal urn, and it was still very dangerous for him to do so, after all, the Great Elder was not around, and Ahri was still by the pond.

He didn't open his eyes and began to meditate, and then countless meteors suddenly appeared in the darkness in front of him.

It wasn't a real meteor, but a flying fairy sword.

Tens of thousands of flying swords burned among the stars.

It was a picture he had seen with his own eyes.

He said to the Demon Lord in the Demon Suppression Prison.

In addition to this, he has seen a lot.

Then he found that there was a thread in his body that was pulling at him.

On the other side of the line was nothingness.

The nothingness in the star field is not really nothingness, but a world that cannot be seen, or extremely high, or too low-level.

In those worlds, even the speed of light is low.

He looked back and found that the void was where he came from, the Chaotian Continent.

Ascension still has a problem.

The vanishing clouds at the top of the peak of the end of the god failed to completely cut off all the dust edges.

That line can be said to be cause and effect, or it can be said to be a breath of turbidity that still remains in his body.

Someone didn't want him to leave.

He didn't care, he was going to cut off that thread, refine a few immortal urns and send them back to the Sword Sect, and then go to other worlds.

He will be looking for ways to dispel the turbidity during his travels, and at the same time hope to see more scenery.

It was difficult to slash his heart with a sword, so he used a double sword.

Body and mind are the same.

When the sword fell, the sneak attack came at the same time.

The tens of thousands of flying swords in the distant star field turned into a gorgeous firework in his eyes.

……

Su Qingming opened his eyes and was silent for a while.

The immortal qi in the immortal urn and the fragments of immortal qi remaining in the corpse are exactly the same thing.

From this, it can be determined that the sneak attack on him is the Enlightened True Immortal of Morality, that is, the Bai Ancestor who is now referred to in the Chaotian Continent cultivation world.

He stood up, looked at the man on the couch and said calmly, "She is an ancestor of the day. ”

Fuyao Zhenren learned the practice of hot pot from Yizhou back then, but he didn't learn how to make it after eating it, but only learned a few words of Yizhou dialect.

I didn't expect it to be useful today.

……

The snow is still falling in the mountain village, but it has not accumulated for the time being, and the children in the village do not like to play in the snow as much as the children in the city, so there is no one by the pond.

Lu Qian hugged Ahri tightly, standing in the wind and snow looking at the road at the entrance of the village, without blinking his eyes.

It wasn't until Su Qingming's figure appeared that her tense body finally relaxed, and Ahri finally felt a little more relaxed.

Su Qingming came to her and said, "Let's go." ”

Lu Qian wanted to ask him if he had seen that friend, but he didn't dare to ask, seeing that his left hand was still clenched, he asked tentatively, "Do you want to go to the Hanging Temple?" ”

Su Qingming said: "I said I was going to find a friend to help. ”

Then to Yunji Town, the iron sword broke through the air, and soon entered Nanhe City, from Chaonancheng along the turbid water all the way to the east, towards Moqiu.

The speed of the iron sword is really fast, and it can even be said that it is beyond imagination.

Correspondingly, the oncoming Gangfeng is naturally terrifying, even if it is an ordinary powerhouse in the Wild Realm, it will be blown into despair and fall directly.

Su Qingming stood at the head of the sword, looking at the satin-like ocean in the distance, his hair fluttering slightly, and his expression was calm, as if the immortal in the painting was about to be resurrected.

Lu Qian sat behind with the cat in his arms, looking down at the steep peaks and white felt-like plains that kept flashing below, thinking that this was too fast.

The sword light flashed in the sky, alarming many cultivators and demons, but looking at the terrifying speed of the flying sword, feeling the undisguised sword intent of the Sword Sect, everyone thought that it was the Sword Sect which elder who broke through the sea to travel, how could he dare to snoop, and occasionally a cultivator encountered it in the sky, and quickly avoided it and saluted.

This kind of misjudgment saves a lot of trouble, if people know that the person on the iron sword is Su Qingming, because the immortal immortal urn may really cause some turmoil, those evil masters and monsters may not be able to see the terrible of that long-haired ali.

Bang!

A white air stream appeared in the sky above Ink Mound, and the air flow connected up and down, forming a hollow circle.

In the middle of the circle, a black iron sword appeared.

The iron sword has reduced its speed and height, the earth is much closer, and the scenery and people in the picture are much clearer. Near the East China Sea, the climate is warm and humid, but there is no disadvantage of the heat, and the land is fertile, even in winter, the ground is still free of snow, and some fields even have green crops. The large farmland is divided into countless patches of color according to the color, which is very pleasing to the eye when viewed from the sky, and compared with those snowy peaks, it is less wild and more peaceful.

In the middle of the vast farmland there is a straight avenue that leads to the temple and temple in front of it.

The avenue is full of cars, makeshift tents, and even people sleeping on the floor.

These are all patients who have come to seek treatment from the monks of the Hanging Temple, and there are many monks wearing simple monk's robes walking busily among them.

The iron sword landed in front of the woods in front of the Hanging Temple.

Ahri rarely jumped out of Lu Qian's arms, spread his feet on the ground, his back sank, and stretched a sincere lazy waist.

Su Qingming reached out and lifted it up and put it on his shoulder, it felt a little uncomfortable, and climbed up again.

Looking at the eaves of the Yellow Temple that were getting closer and closer, Lu Qian asked: "The doctor is benevolent, and the monk is doomed, I can understand, but will it delay the cultivation?" ”

Su Qingming said: "Zen Buddhism cultivates the heart, and for monks who hold this path, this is practice, which is better than reading scriptures to death. ”

"What this little boy said is reasonable, it seems that it must be from a famous family......"

The monk of the Hanging Temple greeted him with a smile.

Cultivating the Tao has been successful, Su Qingming is still the same as the white-clothed young man back then, and his face has not changed.

The monk looked at his face and suddenly couldn't praise it anymore, and when he saw that Su Qingming actually had a beaver lying on his head, the corners of his lips couldn't help twitching a few times.

"I don't know who is coming...... Ah, could it be the Sword Sect's Su Qing Immortal Master? ”

The monk finally thought of who the other party might be.

Su Qingming snorted.

The monk looked at Lu Qian again, and found that this girl had a beautiful face, her white clothes were as clean as snow, her black hair was braided, she was very good-looking, and she thought that she could travel side by side with Su Qing, who was known for her indifference, it must be the white fairy of morality, and the young generation of the two leaders of the righteous path came to visit at the same time, what happened?

No matter what kind of temple the monk is, they are all those who think fast and speak quickly, and the Hanging Temple is no exception, he thought about it in his heart and said it.

"I don't know ...... fairy"

"Lu Qian."

The Zhike monk was stunned before he came to his senses, so ashamed, hurriedly saluted, and then turned to look at Su Qingming and said, "I don't know that the two Sword Sect Immortal Masters are coming?" ”

Su Qingming said: "Find someone." ”

The Zhike monk thought that the relationship between the temple and the Sword Sect had always been mediocre, and the only thing was that the Zhike monk had always been close to Shenmo Peak, so he hurriedly said: "The Zhike monk went to Xixia City. ”

Su Qingming said: "I'm looking for the Great Monk." ”

The monk couldn't wait to slap his mouth, lowered his head and stretched out his hand, intending not to say a word again.

Walking towards the temple with Su Qingming and Lu Qian, the monk gradually calmed down, feeling that there was something strange about this matter.

You must know that the Great Monk is a reclusive elder in the Hou Temple, and few people in the outside world know about his existence.

However, since the master of the temple did not stop him, he naturally would not do anything.

Walking through the temple of the former temple, passing through the quiet stone road in the forest, in the pine waves, I saw a piece of Tallinn.

Su Qingming glanced over there.

After continuing to walk for a long time, they came to the deepest part of the Hanging Temple, where the mountains and forests were more secluded and the birds were singing, and they finally saw a meditation hall.

The meditation hall occupies a small area, the building is somewhat ancient, and it is a little new compared to the meditation halls and houses that pass along the road.

Before the monk sent them to the meditation hall, he did not dare to enter again.

Su Qingming and Lu Qian walked into the meditation hall and saw an old monk sweeping the leaves.

That old monk was the great monk he was looking for.

The Great Monk was a little surprised and asked, "What are you looking for me?" ”

Su Qingming looked at the old monk, thinking about his appearance three hundred years ago, and said indifferently: "I am Su Qingming, the emperor should have told you." ”

The Great Monk frowned slightly and said, "I don't know what your majesty's relationship is with you, but I am the one who does things for the royal family, and you just tell me." ”

Su Qingming said: "I want to participate in meditation here." ”

The Great Monk was a little surprised and asked, "Here?" ”

Su Qingming didn't pay any attention to him, and walked to the backyard of the Zen room on the fallen leaves.

There are several ashrams, two pools, rain corridors around it, and a small tower in the courtyard.

The small tower was made of gray stone with some moss on it, and it looked very inconspicuous.

Su Qingming stood quietly in front of the tower and didn't speak for a long time.

The great monk looked at this scene and felt a little strange, but thinking of the holy edict of His Majesty the Emperor many years ago, he didn't have much to do, and silently withdrew from the courtyard.

Lu Qian walked up to him and stood with him.

Su Qingming said: "This is the spirit bone tower of the former emperor. ”

Lu Qian had already vaguely guessed something, and he was still very surprised at this time.

The previous emperor faked his death and abdicated, and hid in the Hanging Temple as a monk.

It turns out that the legend that has been circulating in the Great Wilderness for more than 200 years is true!