The altar of the Ming King Sect built on the top of Longteng Mountain is like a snow lotus blooming on the top of the mountain, waving in the wind, charming but not arrogant.

At this time, on the large flat outside the altar, there were many priests of the Ming King Sect in gilded white clothes, and in front of these priests, on a slightly higher platform, many big figures were standing.

Like a big Buddha, one of the four princes who always can't see the expression, and the person who is carrying a giant sword, skinny, as if he is standing unsteadily.

In front of these two stood a woman in a pale gold dragon robe symbolizing imperial power, she wore a silver mask, revealing only a pair of eyes as vast as a sea of stars, and the closest to her was a flowing sky with a crown of jade, and an elderly woman with a silver bracelet on her wrist.

The woman wearing the dragon robe was naturally Her Majesty the Empress of the Northern Youguo, she turned to look at the expressionless Bright Sun Gong, and said suspiciously:

"You all said that the national teacher would come back today, but at this hour, you still haven't seen the national teacher, will there be any problems. ”

The Flare Gong still said in an emotionless tone:

"Great Elder, he did say that he would be back today. ”

"But that was said last year, and I'm not sure if he'll come back. ”

Jiayue Gong turned his head directly, ignoring the nonsense that this idiot said.

Through the mask, I also knew that the empress was frowning slightly, and the old woman wearing a silver bracelet made a round.

"The Great Elder Shenlong is not seeing the end, maybe we are chatting, and the Great Elder will come in a while. ”

Liu Mantian also nodded, expressing his agreement with what this old woman from the Spring and Autumn Sword Hall said.

The empress didn't say much, but looked at the ladder in the distance, because of the difference in identity, the empress didn't need to go here step by step like those people, the royal family naturally had a special secret passage, as for the two around, one was the young master of Tianhai Pavilion, and the other was one of the four masters of the Spring and Autumn Sword Hall.

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At this time, all the believers who came to the meeting, as well as those people in the rivers and lakes, all gathered under the ladder, and every year on the birthday of the Ming King, the Ming King Sect will open the Ming King Dip here.

If you want to quickly walk to the altar of the Ming King Sect on the top of the mountain, in addition to good cultivation, you must also have a good heart, otherwise it is easy to get lost in the illusion.

Jianghu Wufu naturally wants to cultivate through such tempering, if he enters the eyes of some nobles in Kyoto, he can have a bright future.

Changqing glanced at Song Jing beside him and asked suspiciously:

"With your strength, is it necessary to go with these people?"

Song Jing turned around and smiled slightly:

"I walked it once last year, and the results were not good, in fact, this road is very weird, and the heart is more important than cultivation. ”

"But if you can't do it, don't force it, this road is connected to the power of heaven and earth, forcibly breaking into the mountain, and it is useless to cultivate, and the master was quite serious at that time. ”

Changqing shook his head, untied the dragon sword at his waist, and stepped forward.

At this time, there are more and more people and believers of all kinds under the mountain road, and many people have already stepped into this misty ladder.

Changqing is not a person from Beiyou, he doesn't know what kind of name this ladder is, and he only knows a little about the Ming Wang Sect, so the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and his brain is hot, and he strides forward.

Song Jing took off her hat and followed closely, after all, the ladder was thick with fog, and she didn't have to worry about how infatuated others would be when they saw her face.

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As the crowd poured towards the ladder, more people retreated from the ladder.

At this time, on the mountain road, there was an inconspicuous old man in the crowd who saw Changqing go up the mountain, smiled, and stretched out one hand to the crotch of his pants involuntarily, thinking that today is really a good day.

With a smirk, he took a big stride and walked towards the ladder of heaven as well.

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Changqing could feel that Song Jing was not far from him, and said with a smile:

"I feel that except for the fog is a little thicker, the body is a little heavier, there is no problem, why do you make a fuss. ”

Changqing, who originally thought that Song Jing would respond, didn't wait for anything.

He turned around in confusion and was stunned to find that he could still see many people going up and down the mountain.

At this time, there seemed to be only one step at a time in front of him, and other than that, there seemed to be only himself left in heaven and earth.

Changqing frowned forward, the fog became heavier, and gradually the originally brisk steps became heavier.

It was as if a thousand pounds of boulders were slowly pressing down on him.

He smiled, took a deep breath, and continued on, and while he didn't have any reason to go, there was no reason to stop because of the weight.

In this world, there are places I can't go, what I can't do, I'm weeds, dead branches, wild winds, fires, I'm not anyone's husband, I'm not anyone's father, my parents sleep in the soil, I'm evergreen, and now I'm a person, naturally I won't stop for anyone, so nothing can stop him from moving forward.

Suddenly, Changqing's body suddenly lightened, and his eyes were open, green meadows, a group of cattle and sheep, and a child was standing next to the cattle and sheep, Changqing was stunned, turned around and looked around, he saw Wang Mengzi standing in front of Wang's sister-in-law, well-behaved like a child who stole a copper plate.

He turned around again and saw his father sitting on the ridge, wiping his sweat with his hands.

He walked up to his father blankly.

Father smiled at him:

"Wow, you're so big?"

Changqing nodded, a little wooden, he hadn't seen his father for a long time, and he didn't even know how to speak for a while.

Li Fenglin waved at him.

Changqing could guess that he was fake, and guessed that this world was fake, but he really wanted to stay here.

"Koharu?"

Hearing this, Changqing's body trembled, and he slowly turned around.

It was a fair-looking woman with soft eyebrows, dressed in an ordinary peasant cloth dress and a turban.

She slowly walked in front of Changqing, stretched out her hand to straighten Changqing's clothes, and then raised her hand to brush away the crystal liquid flowing from the corners of Changqing's eyes.

In Changqing's memory, she was really vague, but now, she gradually became clearer.

He knew that it was really her, her in the deepest part of his memory.

Changqing looked up at her face, she had a pair of beautiful eyes, very similar to a person, the same vastness as the stars.

He trembled and stretched out his hand, through time, through the wind and rain, and fell on her face, choked up:

"Mother?"

The woman smiled, very kindly, like the warmest sunshine in spring.

She rubbed Changqing's head in some disgust, then moved her palm down and rubbed his chest.

"Does it still hurt. ”

Changqing shook his head.

She turned around and glared angrily at Li Fenglin, who walked over to the other party's side.

The two of them just smiled and looked at Changqing.

Changqing suddenly took a step back, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times in a row.

"It's a child who is not filial......"

The woman had lifted him up, and said with some pride:

"Xiaochun, you have to remember that you have never been sorry for anyone, no matter who it is, you are not worthy, remember, you are my Lan Ying's son, the most special person in this world. ”

Changqing looked at his mother in a daze.

Suddenly, she reached out and pushed Changqing, as if blowing away a green leaf from the treetops, and as if shaking off a dandelion seed.

That kind of child slowly floated into the distance

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