Zhang Ziming walked out of Luoshui City and walked all the way to Ping'an Town.

Along the way, the sky was clear and the birds were singing, the wind was beautiful, and it was originally an excellent day.

But for Zhang Ziming, he only felt that the sun was slightly dazzling.

It's been a long time since I've been bathed in the sun like this.

Zhang Ziming's heart was full of thoughts.

Thinking of the past, I sighed.

Five years have passed, and Zhang Ziming's cultivation has not fallen.

Now that it has reached the peak of Xuanzhao, without the support of Xianmen and other forces, it is not easy for ordinary people to reach this realm.

It is extremely difficult to break through at each level of the Great Realm, and without the support of a certain amount of spirit stones and pills, it takes great opportunity to enter the next realm like this.

For Zhang Ziming, the current cultivation on his body is all earned by himself.

Every time he kills an enemy, every time he fights between life and death, Zhang Ziming walks on the edge of life and death every time.

Life and death can also temper a person's heart the most, and stimulate a person's potential to the greatest extent.

Zhang Ziming relied on this courage to die to get to today's realm, but if you want to break through further, if there is no great opportunity, this courage alone is far from enough.

......

And Zhang Ziming, who is at the peak of the spinning light, is naturally at ease in the matter of flying with royal energy.

Ping'an Town...

Zhang Ziming sighed silently in his heart.

It's not that I haven't returned to Ping'an Town.

It's just that after the war, the town of Ping'an was deserted.

The lord of Sanfu and his disciples all died tragically in Ping'an Town.

And Zhang Ziming returned to the former courtyard of the Qian Mansion.

I saw that Xifeng and Xiaohong also died in this war.

And when he died, Xifeng still held Xiaohong tightly in his arms.

Zhang Ziming built a tomb for these people not far from Ping'an Town.

And in this vicinity, three stone tombs were built for Qian Miao, Ma Xiaoling and Liu Qingshan alone.

A few peach trees were planted in front of the stone grave.

"Young master, the peach blossom drunk you wanted, Ziming brought it to you..."

"And the house you want..."

Zhang Ziming looked in the direction of Ping'an Town, where there were gradually people, but the old people were replaced by new people.

Zhang Ziming smiled slightly, turned around and left, and walked towards the Xiaoliang Mountain Range.

The Xiaoliang Mountains are still full of ancient trees and vitality.

Zhang Ziming's hometown revisited, for a while the emotions were full of emotions, after entering the Xiaoliang Mountains, all the way slowly, all the way to recall the time here before.

"That's where I met Yueyue... I wonder what happened to her?"

"The fish I caught in the river at that time..."

"The wooden house where they stayed with the young master..."

Finally, Zhang Ziming walked to the entrance of the tunnel.

When the people came out of the tunnel, they sealed the place again and planted a pear tree to mark it.

Zhang Ziming opened the passage and went down to the ground, and everything was as usual.

Turning the jade plate outside the stone gate, the stone door slowly opened.

Zhang Ziming slowly walked into the stone gate, his long clothes fluttering.

"Zhang Ziming, please senior!"

Zhang Ziming drank loudly, and his voice echoed in it for a long time.

A moment later, a white light flashed, and the figure of the white-haired old man slowly appeared.

"Senior!", Zhang Ziming shouted excitedly in his heart.

The white-haired old man glanced at Zhang Ziming, seeing that the handsome young man at that time had grown into an adult man, and sighed in his heart.

The old man laughed and said, "Hahahaha, you kid, you have the codex that the old man gave you at that time, so you can read it." ”

"Hey, it's been a long time for me, and it's hard to come to a young man like you. Don't stand, sit down, let's talk. ”

The white-haired old man obviously didn't have the appearance of the fairy wind and bones last time, but became an old man next door, who likes to be short in his parents, maybe this is the original face of the old man.

The white-haired old man didn't see the expression on Zhang Ziming's face, and still said to himself, "Since you left last time, the old man has thought about it for a long time. ”

"You have a saying, and you are quite right. What's the matter, yes, that's the sentence, what does the dispute in this world have to do with me, I only love pear blossoms with wine, long songs and mountain trips. ”

"That's it, right? It always feels like it's not right, this person is old, and he can't remember..."

"Senior..."Zhang Ziming said again.

The old man turned around at this time, patted his head, and said with a smile, "Look at me, I only care about myself and speak." You came to me, but for what?"

Zhang Ziming's expression was firm, and his tone revealed a hint of resoluteness, "I am willing to become a senior disciple!

The old man was a little surprised, "... Why? Didn't you just want to be an idle crane in the first place?"

Zhang Ziming knelt down on his feet, bowed to the old man, and told what happened in Ping'an Town from beginning to end.

When Zhang Ziming said that the three mansions of Ping'an Town fell and Qian Miao died, his tone was excited, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

After hearing this, the white-haired old man sighed, "The world is changing, and ordinary people are really like duckweed. ”

The white-haired old man looked at Zhang Ziming carefully, and sighed in his heart, the murderous aura between the child's eyebrows faintly emerged, and he was afraid that if the resentment in his heart was not vented, there would be a risk of falling into the devil.

"How are you spending your days?" asked the white-haired old man.

"Kill..."A trace of blood flashed in Zhang Ziming's eyes.

Since Zhang Ziming buried Qian Miao, he came to Luoshui City. Luoshui City is rich, and there are many disputes in the rich land.

Zhang Zi is secretly a killer and uses money to do things for others.

Although Zhang Ziming is not the highest cultivation among the killers, he must be the most desperate.

In the assassination organization in Luoshui City, Zhang Ziming has the title of "madman", because as long as Zhang Ziming takes the list, then that person will definitely die within three days.

Moreover, Zhang Ziming's killing methods were extremely cruel, and the knife was deadly.

It can be said that during that time, Zhang Ziming spent day after day in the blood of others.

Zhang Ziming came back to his senses, shook his head, and said respectfully, "Senior, can you teach me the exercises?"

The white-haired old man walked around Zhang Ziming, and finally stopped in front of him, shook his head and said, "No." ”

When Zhang Ziming heard this, he was like being struck by lightning.

The body stiffens and the gaze freezes.

Zhang Ziming didn't think that the old man would refuse, but he didn't expect the old man to refuse so decisively.

Zhang Ziming has been away for five years, the clues are ethereal, the enemy is difficult to find, and he has already pinned all the only hope in his heart on the white-haired old man.

"Why..."Zhang Ziming said slowly with a slight trembling tone.

The white-haired old man sighed, "Your killing spirit has entered your heart, and the exercises I teach pay attention to keeping the world in mind and guarding the heart." If you forcibly cultivate, you will only end up with your true qi going backwards, and your muscles and veins will be broken and you will die. ”

"Unless..."

Zhang Ziming heard that there seemed to be a turning point in the white-haired old man's words, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart, "Senior, unless anything." Zi Ming's sword mountain and sea of fire, as long as he can practice and avenge the young master, Zi Ming is willing to do anything. ”

"Unless you obtain the three things in the Stone Creek Cave, your cultivation will take a turn. ”

"Shixi Cave..."Zhang Ziming read silently.

According to the old man's codex, the world continent can be divided into cloud forests in the north, lonely mountains in the south, stone seas in the east, long deserts in the west, and central grasslands. The central grassland area is also where many cities were established.

This Shixi Cave is in the lonely mountains of the Southern Wilderness, and it is an extremely difficult to find Xuantian treasure land.

The old man said slowly, "Although this Shixi Cave is difficult to find, it is not without clues. ”

"It's just three things in this hole, I'm afraid..."

Zhang Ziming bowed to the old man, and said in a sincere tone, "Senior, please say, Ziming is fearless!"

Five years of killer career, spent all day in the shadow of swords, Zhang Ziming has already looked down on life and death, and now that he has the opportunity to avenge the young master, how can he let it go.

The white-haired old man nodded, although this son had a killing spirit in his heart, the original tenacity in his heart was still the same.

He continued, "Of these three things, the first is the spiritual water dripping from the 10,000-year-old stalactites in the Stone Creek Cave. ”

"The second piece is the white grass in the depths of the cave. ”

Zhang Ziming wrote it down in his heart and nodded slightly.

"Then the third piece is the snake skin of the snake that has been cultivated for thousands of years in the Shixi Cave..."