The old demon of the Northern Underworld has been in a bit of a mood recently, his nose is getting redder and redder, his hair is getting thinner, and the silence is getting longer and longer, even the pig's trotters with pickled perilla leaves can't make him smile.

In his opinion, no matter what kind of deep meaning or conspiracy is hidden in the letter of the real person, it is too risky, if Su Qingming is allowed to guess who he is, then he will inevitably have to do it.

Killing Su Qingming, Lu Qian, and Shen Yunhai will cause most of the peak combat power of the younger generation of the Sword Sect to be lost, which will be of great benefit to the recovery of the evil path in the future, but what now?

Dozens of days passed, the spring was getting deeper, the temple was often wet by rain, the pine forest became greener, Mo Ji went to the vegetable garden again, and Shen Yunhai happened to be there.

Shen Yunhai handed him back the few pieces of paper that had been wrinkled, and said with some embarrassment: "Childe said...... Some take it for granted, but it's useless. ”

Mo Shu was not angry, and said with a smile: "Really? It seems that he also has some research on Buddhism, so I wonder if you can help me solve some problems? ”

After speaking, he took another piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it over.

Spring is deep, the summer is naturally coming, the cicadas in the hanging temple have risen, and the silver garden is no longer as quiet as before.

Ahri raised his head under the eaves and glanced out of the garden, thinking that they were all cicadas, how could the gap between these nasty little guys outside and the cicadas be so big, not well-behaved at all.

Su Qingming finished reading the piece of paper handed over by Shen Yunhai, fell into deep thought, and then also felt that the cicada was a little annoyed, waved his sleeves, and a gust of breeze passed through the hall, entering the forest and flourishing, and after a while, the cicada song stopped.

Shen Yunhai said, "What do I want back?" ”

Su Qingming said, "I want to think about it. ”

It takes him a long time to think about it to come up with an answer, and it is conceivable that the questions on paper are not ordinary questions.

People who can ask questions of this magnitude are naturally not ordinary people.

Lu Qian asked, "That person is of a very high level?" ”

Su Qingming snorted.

Lu Qian said: "Why didn't he just come to Yinyuan to look for you at the age of ten?" ”

Su Qingming said: "The monks have always had a lot of quirks, just like Zen likes to play with mud and wooden sticks, and the abbot of the Hanging Temple rarely comes out to meet people, so he likes to copy Buddhist scriptures." ”

Lu Qian said: "Since that person knows about the immortal urn, he must have a very high rank in the Hanging Temple, maybe he is the abbot." ”

Su Qingming was silent for a while and said, "No, he may have been the abbot before. ”

The next day, he wrote a reply, but when Shen Yunhai handed it over to Mo Kill, it was already the end of summer.

After reading the letter, he sat on the stone steps of the meditation room and looked at the stars all night, and the old devil sat next to him and shook the fan all night.

He had already confirmed that Su Qingming had vaguely guessed the problem of dissipation, so could he believe what Su Qingming wrote in the letter?

Mo Shu was silent for a long time, and finally did not reply to the letter, nor did he go to the vegetable garden again, so he broke off contact.

……

The sound of warps everywhere in the Hanging Temple, the melons and fruits in the vegetable garden are continuous, and Lu Qian's realm is becoming more and more stable, and I believe that in two more years, he will be able to enter the realm of the wild and create another record for the Sword Sect.

The true qi in Shen Yunhai's body has also calmed down a lot, and it seems that there shouldn't be too much danger in the short term.

Su Qingming and Ahri slept well.

Time passed, and it was winter in the blink of an eye.

This year's big cold, the cold wind from the snow field howled south, even the hanging temple near the East China Sea was greatly affected, fell several heavy snowfalls, the snow in the Zen temple is exceptionally beautiful, attracting many scribes in the mortal world to enjoy the snow, chant poetry, and paint.

The great monk is still persistent in sweeping the floor, and he will not let the fallen leaves accumulate naturally and will not let the snow accumulate, and the silver garden is cleaned cleanly.

Su Qingming felt a little bored, and moved into the house from under the porch with everyone and a cat.

There was a crackling sound of silver charcoal in the stove, the water in the teapot was snoring, Shen Yunhai and Lu Qian sat under the walls on both sides, pranayama practice with their eyes closed, he held the cat and lay on the bamboo chair in front of the window, looking at the snow-dyed scenery outside.

The landscape is confined to a small window, but it takes on a more profound meaning, because the observer tends to be more focused.

His gaze fell on his left hand, feeling the seemingly endless immortal qi and the immortal consciousness that could not be erased in any way, thoughtfully.

In the evening, the sound of firecrackers could be heard faintly in the distance outside the temple, and it never stopped.

Lu Qian asked curiously, "Is this the villagers driving away the mountain beasts?" ”

Su Qingming was speechless, and said: "It snows heavily in the depths of winter, and there is no food in the fields, so the beasts either hibernate, or move south, what do you do down the mountain?" The firecrackers are endless, and it is obvious that something is wrong, and it may be that someone's family is dead. ”

Lu Qian was taught and said, "I see. ”

"Actually......"

Shen Yunhai's gaze went back and forth on their faces, and he said a little embarrassedly: "It's because it's the New Year today." ”

Su Qingming was silent for a while and said, "The New Year is quite lively. ”

Lu Qian turned his head away, not wanting to answer.

Shen Yunhai took the opportunity to say: "Xiaohe has made a lot of dishes. ”

Su Qingxi and Lu Qian rejected the proposal to go to the vegetable garden for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and now they have less and less concept of these things, and naturally they are not interested.

The firecrackers kept ringing off, and even though they were far away, they could still reach their ears.

For some reason, Su Qingming didn't choose to block the six senses, although this was something he was very good at.

As the night deepened, the sound of firecrackers finally stopped completely, and the night sky, illuminated by the firelight, turned back to a quiet black.

The Great Monk had already slept, and there was no sound or light in the Silver Garden.

Su Qingming opened his eyes.

At this time, the old and the new intersected for two years, and the power of heaven and earth was the most prosperous.

The immortal qi comes from outside this heaven and earth, and under the suppression of the power of heaven and earth, it is the weakest time.

A sword intent was born from Su Qing's body, enveloping the entire quiet room.

He stretched out his right hand, dipped it in sword intent, and wrote a scripture in the air.

Then he grabbed his left hand, which was into a fist, and reached into the text, slowly closing his eyes.

There is no vision, like a mud cow entering the sea, and like a spring rain running into the night.

I don't know how long it took, but he opened his eyes again and looked at his left hand with a satisfied look in his eyes.

"How?"

Lu Qian's voice rang out.

Su Qingming turned his head to look at it and said, "Yicheng." ”

In the dark, Lu Qian's eyes brightened, black and white, very good-looking.

It took more than a year to refine Yicheng Immortal Sense, which seems to be very slow, but it is actually very fast.

If it were to be another cultivator, with Su Qingming's realm, it would be impossible to refine the existence of such a level of immortal consciousness.

Admiration arose spontaneously in her heart.

She bowed down.

This was the first time she had done a disciple salute to Su Qing.

"Happy New Year to you, too."

Su Qingming said: "There are no red envelopes. ”

He doesn't have any concept about the Chinese New Year, but he doesn't really understand.

It's like why Lu Qian wants to worship himself.

There is no need to talk, no need to explain, no matter how deep the night is, and the eyes are met, you will know what each other means.

Lu Qian sat beside him and snuggled in his arms, looking very attached.

No one has ever seen such a little daughter's family look like her.

The aristocratic lady in Chang'an City has not seen it, the same sect in the Sword Sect has not seen it, even her parents have not seen it, only Su Qingming.

She will only let Su Qingming see it.

If there is no long retreat, Li Shu would have one meal with her parents every year, and only one meal, under the Yuntai tree.

There were only some very simple dishes on the stone table, the grilled fish did not move, and only one glass of wine was drunk, and the Sazhen people and Xu Zhenren left.

Li Shu was silent for a moment, walked under the tree and looked at the sea of clouds outside the cliff, thinking that if Senior Brother Shanyuan was here, it might be more lively.

For cultivators, retreat is the norm, but she is still a little worried because Shanyuan's retreat is too sudden.

There was something else she was worried about.

The immortal urn fell into Su Qingming's hand, and the Daomen did not react, especially the mother was so calm, which made her a little uneasy.

She wanted to write a letter to the Sword Sect to ask, but in the end she gave up, sighed softly, and waved the white satin, and countless snow-white silks fell like snow, sealing the cloud platform.

……

Shan Yuan dug a hole in the ground, and the soil and stone chips dug out were quietly compacted by him with Taoism, and after reducing the volume a lot, they were neatly piled on both sides, looking like stone balls one after another.

There were no lights in the tunnel, and it was dark everywhere, so naturally it was impossible to distinguish between day and night, but as a cultivator, he naturally knew that more than a year had passed.

Anyway, there are still many years before he digs into the depths of the leylines, and he is calm and silent, and there is no one here to talk to him anyway.

That looming, yet incomparably real coercion, is always ahead, in the distance, in the heights.

The Open Heaven Beast would not leave the Dao Gate, if he approached Qingtian Jian, he would definitely let the other party find out, so what should he do at that time? There is no need to calculate things that are not clear, and when the time comes, he looked at the river in front of him, and thought to himself, should he take a bath to celebrate the arrival of the New Year?