"Li Qingyun?"

Jiang Ding thought about it for a moment and remembered this person.

"I haven't seen him in nearly a hundred years, please let him in."

This Heavenly Spirit Root Monk who came together from the rivers and lakes of the Yue Kingdom, although he can't be said to be a friend and trust, he still has a real friendship.

A moment later, a young man wearing a simple Taoist robe, with a handsome face, and a gentle jade face, walked into the demon palace, bowing down from afar.

"Disciple Li Qingyun, I've seen it, little uncle!"

"Brother Li, I haven't seen you for a long time, so there's no need to be so polite."

Jiang Ding smiled and nodded.

Between immortal cultivators, in addition to parent-child, pro-disciple, or the deep friendship formed when they were young, the seniority and title have always fluctuated and changed with strength.

Therefore, no matter what others call him, he always calls each other Taoist friends.

The divine sense swept slightly, revealing a hint of surprise.

The aura of the law-level exercises on Li Qingyun's body disappeared, and turned into a classic-level exercises, faintly carrying the breath of thunder, and his mana and divine sense were much deeper than those of the same level.

Cultivation is the pinnacle of foundation building.

With the talent of the Heavenly Spirit Root, basically, it is not a problem to tie the Dan, which is a huge advantage in talent.

However, it seems that the Heavenly Spirit Root will have a huge obstacle in the first level of the Transformation of the Gods, but it is far inferior to the three or four Spirit Roots.

"Uncle Xiao, I haven't seen him for many years, and my family teacher misses me a lot, and the special disciple handed me a letter."

Li Qingyun got permission to get up and handed out a letter with both hands.

"Oh?"

Jiang Ding was slightly surprised.

Over the years, the correspondence with the Seven Feather Sect has been intermittent and has maintained a basic friendship.

It's the first time it's so solemn.

With the breath of mana, open the tightly sealed letters, and self-destruct at every turn.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and read for a moment, then opened his eyes again.

Silent and silent.

Li Qingyun glanced at it with some trepidation, and quickly lowered his head.

"Senior brother said two things here."

"The first one, it seems to have something to do with the Blood Cloud Eighteen Horsemen?"

Jiang Ding looked down and asked.

"Yes."

Li Qingyun said respectfully: "Decades ago, the eighth general of the Eighteen Cavalry of the Blood Cloud, the Golden Gun, came to visit Qiyu Mountain and invited the master to join the Eighteen Cavalry of the Blood Cloud and become his guest blood horse. ”

"It's a bit humiliating."

Jiang Ding commented.

The so-called Eighteen Horsemen of the Blood Cloud, and the first nine Horsemen are late Jindan monks, not to mention that Baimei Zhenren is the master of a place of power, and he has mastered the foundation accumulated by the sect for three thousand years, and in terms of importance and strength, they are all more than some individual Jindan late stage monks.

Don't look at the small place, the same level is not weak, this is an advantage passed down from ancestors.

"Yes, the Golden Gun will think so."

Li Qingyun explained: "The other party began to come up with two conditions, one is that Keqing Blood Rider can selectively obey the orders of the rider owner Blood Liuyun, and if he chooses to obey, he will definitely be rewarded; Second, the Eighteen Horsemen of the Blood Cloud gave the Yuanying inheritance of the thunder system exercises, and delineated a clear meritorious service, which was not illusory. ”

"Beiyuan Dahao once swore to the sky that if someone's merits were enough, he couldn't take out the corresponding Yuanying inheritance, and he was willing to kill himself."

"That's good."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

If ordinary people swear, Monk Jindan will only sneer and ignore it, even if he signs the Dao deed, he will have many concerns.

But this person has accumulated a lot of fame in the past hundreds of years, and many people will believe it, especially the Yuanying inheritance can still be given repeatedly, so that people will not have to go around it with great difficulty.

"After thinking about it for decades, Master Zun decided to go to Beiyuan to pursue the path, Uncle Zhou's father and son died in the Jiedan Tribulation three years ago, and his old man's heart was like ashes, and he has entered retreat."

Li Qingyun pulled out the cold in his heart.

In a short period of time, one of the two golden pills of the Seven Feather Sect left, and the other was in retreat, looking like he was going to hand over the sect to himself, and he had the heart to say something, but he also knew that it was useless.

The life span of the master is only more than 100 years at most, and there is no concern.

At this time, the path is his only obsession, who dares to stop it?

"I see what you mean."

Jiang Ding couldn't laugh or cry a little.

This is the meaning of entrusting the Seven Feather Sect to himself, of course, not a foundation building peak monk, but Tu Shan Sword Cultivator, hoping that if there is a crisis, he can help one or two.

"In this way, it is okay, if you have time, Tu Shan Immortal City will help one or two."

Pretending to communicate and ask, Jiang Ding replied.

"Thank you, Uncle Junior!"

Li Qingyun was overjoyed, and gave up his hands one after another, feeling a lot more relaxed.

Tu Shan Sword Cultivator, over the years, he has killed four Jindan monks in a row, his prestige is great, and he can be called invincible in this area, as long as he speaks, the Seven Feather Sect is as stable as Mount Tai.

"The second thing, my master also agreed."

In the depths of the Demon Palace, a terrifying pressure descended, scorching hot and sharp, falling on Li Qingyun's body, making his mana and body completely solidified, and he couldn't even move his eyes, revealing a look of horror.

After a long time, the coercion dissipated.

"The meridians of the Taiyin Lung Meridian here still need to be polished, and the level of divine consciousness condensation has been reached, and it can be improved in this regard......

Jiang Ding threw a jade slip to the other party.

The second thing that Bai Mei Zhenren pleaded for help was naturally related to Li Qingyun's marriage, and he didn't know where he got a classic-level exercise, which might be a Nine Heavens Relic.

In short, the Seven Feather Sect's original experience of knotting Dan suddenly mismatched, and instead used the favor here, begging Tu Shan Sword Cultivation for guidance.

In the early stage of Jindan, with the strength of the late stage of Jindan, you don't need to think about it to know that the exercises you practice are not ordinary.

"Thank you, Uncle Xiao, thank you Tushan Ancestor."

Li Qingyun trembled, almost knelt down to obey, and it took a long time to recover and leave.

The Demon Palace regained its calm.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes, and was about to enter the cultivation state, when his heart moved, and he looked at one place.

……

Outside the Demon Palace.

A young man with an extremely ordinary face sneakily came to the door, built the foundation of peak cultivation, and first saluted to the first maid of Spring, who held the sword tightly at the door and closed her eyes to recuperate.

"Girl, in Xia Hanlin, ask to see Uncle Xiao?"

"Han Lin?"

Chun Jian opened his eyes in confusion, his divine sense swept over this person, and he repeatedly confirmed that he didn't know him, and his cultivation did not reach the level of attention, so he smiled apologetically and regrettedly: "Fellow Daoist, Gongzi is in retreat, and he doesn't see outsiders." ”

Tushan Immortal City has stood here for many years, and the disciples of the Seven Feather Sect, Sanxiu, Jin Dan, etc., have all kinds of people who want to meet every year.

It never worked out.

Even Jin Dan just politely left a prayer post.

"This, I'm ......"

Han Lin's expression froze.

I opened my mouth to speak, but I didn't know what to say.

After being away from home for many years, except for a very few people, no one in the crowd knew him at all.

"Come in."

A voice appeared in the ears of the two of them.

"Please, distinguished guest!"

Chunjian was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly got out of the way.

Han Lin showed a respectful look on his face, walked quickly into the palace, and soon, under the roof of the palace as wide as the sky dome, he saw a young man in Tsing Yi.

As then, nothing has changed.

He couldn't help but be in a trance.

Vaguely, I recalled that more than a hundred years ago, in the ruined temple of Dongling Mansion, the scene when the two met for the first time was exactly the same.

"After all these years, you have finally returned to your hometown."

Jiang Ding asked casually.

"How is the scenery of Kitahara? How have you been doing all these years? ”

(End of chapter)