It has been some days since he left Jingzhu Zen Temple, and during this time, Sang Huaqing has traveled a lot.

I don't know how many years I have lived in this world, but every time I come to the world and take a walk, I will have a different taste in my heart.

Peach blossoms in spring, cicadas in summer, hoarfrost in autumn, and snow in winter.

If it weren't for the fact that there were some things that had to be done, I would really want to find a field to live in seclusion, and ascend to the Great Dao to seek immortality or something, I would be too tired.

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At the bottom of the Stygian Spring, Shen Liangyan, who was covered in wounds, sat in front of a huge stone door, panting incessantly.

Lying beside him was Shen Xinghe, who was already unconscious.

Just as the two of them entered the Stygian Spring, the attacks of the demons at the bottom of the Stygian Spring came one after another.

Even if Shen Xinghe used the life card to convey spiritual energy to Shen Liangyan, he still couldn't bear it after all.

But fortunately, when the group of demons and demon beasts were just about to catch up with them, Shen Liangyan sacrificed Qiu and knocked on the stone door.

When those knocks sounded, the demons and monsters fled in all directions.

Just as Shen Liangyan was about to breathe, the stone door in front of him slowly opened.

"Shen Cangqiong's heart is really ruthless. ”

A man's voice came from inside the door.

Then a middle-aged man with a ball on his head walked out.

He carried a long black sword, and his posture was particularly indecent.

Shen Liangyan didn't speak, he just looked at the person in front of him quietly.

"I haven't seen you for so many years, what's the matter, dumb?"

When he heard this, Shen Liangyan finally couldn't help laughing.

More than forty years ago, Sang Biluo, the young island master of Penglai Island, was attacked by cultivators from all over the world because he was accused of having secretly contacted the demons of the Northern Regions.

At that time, Sang Biluo, who only knew how to guard the realm, was no match for many cultivators, so he had to flee in all directions.

And Penglai Island didn't help, at least not on the surface, and secretly I don't know how many cultivators I killed.

In the end, it was Sang Huaqing who personally came forward to capture Sang Biluo.

Just when everyone thought that Sang Huaqing would protect the young island master of Penglai, Sang Huaqing actually proposed to escort Sang Biluo to the bottom of the dark spring in Kunlun Divine Palace.

No one could guess what Sang Huaqing wanted to do, but no one objected.

Because of this so-called hunt, in fact, everyone's goal is still Penglai.

In the end, Sang Huaqing crossed out one-fifth of Penglai's resources, which calmed down the matter.

And the main owner of this matter is locked up in the Dark Spring, and no one will delve into whether he is locked up in it or not.

Because everyone knows that once some things are done too much, in the end, no one can really save themselves.

I took all the things that should be taken, and I took all the things that shouldn't be taken, Penglai's concessions are so big, you have to go and see if people are locked up inside, it's purely cheap.

Of course, it is not that there are such stupid people, but soon such people disappear from the world.

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In the Kunlun Divine Palace, Han Yao came to Han Zaiqi's palace.

The two men went into the Fountain. ”

Han Yao bowed his head and said after making a disciple salute.

Han Zaiqi did not respond.

The scene was deadlocked, and there was silence all around.

The invisible pressure came to his face, and beads of sweat had already appeared on Han Yao's face.

As Han Zaiqi sighed lightly, this invisible pressure also dissipated.

Han Zaiqi said: "Your fear of death needs to be changed. ”

Han Yao lowered his head and didn't dare to respond.

Han Zaiqi picked up a withered flower, and after applying a little spiritual power, the flower was as bright as if it had just bloomed.

But after a while, the flower withered rapidly, and its appearance was even more unbearable than before.

"Those who come to the fountain of immortality are like this flower in my hand, even if they ask for the spring, the dead cannot escape. The cycle of life and death, the numerology of time, these things cannot be violated, since you are in this heaven and earth, how can you break the rules of this world? Even we cultivators are the same. ”

After Han Zaiqi turned that flower into powder, he reshaped a flower.

"But we have the power to give them a new lease on life. ”

After speaking, Han Zaiqi put the flower on the table.

Then Han Zaiqi walked out of the door, and when he went out, Han Zaiqi said, "There is no next time." ”

After Han Zaiqi walked away, Han Yao sat down on the ground.

Even if that invisible pressure dissipated, Han Yao still didn't dare to slack off.

It is human nature to be afraid of death, but Han Yao turned fear of death into caution.

He is very cautious, no matter what he does.

Even if he cultivated a new technique, he would let the other priests in the Divine Palace learn it first.

In Han Yao's words, only by living can you see the end of the road.

The most terrifying thing about this kind of person is not his back moves, the scary thing is that he doesn't even know how many back moves he has.

Just for the life-saving and escape talismans, Han Yao developed more than 20 kinds of talismans by himself, and carried more than 60 kinds of talismans and seals.

Han Yao was even sure that he would escape under the hands of someone at the peak of the Wuji Realm, and he could only know how to guard the middle realm.

But it was precisely because of his usual caution that Han Yao missed the best opportunity.

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Sang Huaqing stopped in the mountain road of Quenching Dream Valley, looking at the trembling spirits around him and was very helpless.

One of the slightly bolder spirits saw that Sang Huaqing didn't have any intention of harming them, so the spirit stepped forward and asked, "Dare to ask the immortal master what is the matter in this small valley?"

Sang Huaqing smiled and said, "Come and see old friends." ”

Hearing this, the pure-minded spirits slowly let down their guard.

Seeing that the spirits around him gradually stopped trembling, Sang Huaqing couldn't help but think that the spirits in this mountain were really simple.

The bolder spirit saluted in a very awkward posture and said, "Please wait here for a while, and I'll go up the mountain to tell the master first." ”

Sang Huaqing nodded and said, "It should be." ”

Before the spirit could turn around, a deep and powerful voice came out: "Little pomegranate, don't tell him, let him go up the mountain." ”

Hearing this, the spirit called the little pomegranate nodded, and then walked to the side of the road and made a gesture of invitation to Sang Huaqing.

This mountain road is actually very long, and if a strong man walks it, he has to walk for two hours.

But Sang Huaqing didn't feel bored, he deliberately made his speed the same as when ordinary people walked.

The sky was getting dark, and Sang Huaqing finally walked to the top of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, there were two people, an old man and a young man, the old one was looking at the chessboard in front of him thoughtfully, and the younger one was a little eager to help the old man fall into the house.

Syllable!

A white piece landed on the Tianyuan position of the chessboard.

After seeing the white seed fall, the old man was obviously a little annoyed.

He stood up, and Sang Huaqing was standing in front of him.

The old man pointed at Sang Huaqing and said, "Do you need to do a lot of things?" This seat has long thought of this endgame solution, why are you still like this. ”

The little boy also echoed: "That's it, my master has already thought of a solution." ”

Sang Huaqing did not back down, pointed to the chessboard and said: "As far as you stinky chess basket can still think of a solution, have you been sitting here for many days? Look at the clothes on your disciple's body, they are all attached to the turbidity. ”

Hearing this, the little boy quickly took off his robe.

Although this turbidity is not very poisonous, if it is stained for a long time, it will still get sick. His cultivation realm is not high, and if he catches a cold, he is afraid that he will be able to die in this view with the healing level of his master.

When the old man heard this, he first nodded at Dao Tong's forehead to dispel the cold. Then he looked at Sang Huaqing and said, "You fart, my chess skills have improved a lot over the years." ”

After feeling his body gradually warming up, Dao Tong nodded along with him.

Sang Huaqing smiled and pointed at the old man and said, "You are an old immortal, I'm afraid you won't even be able to win as a disciple." ”

Hearing this, the old man immediately scolded Sang Huaqing overwhelmingly.

I've been scolding for a long time, and I'm tired.

The old man sat down, and the boy quickly poured a cup of tea.

Then he took another cup from the tray and poured a cup of tea for Sang Huaqing.

After seeing the Dao Tong's movements, the old man said unhappily: "What to give him to drink, does he understand how to drink, and he is doing everything he can." ”

Sang Huaqing smiled and took the tea and praised the child, but did not forget to talk back to the old man.

Although it was said that the two were scolding, Dao Tong could feel that Shizun was really happy.

"You're living a life that is getting farther and farther away from your path. ”

Sang Huaqing sat aside and said with a smile.

Lao Dao waved his hand and said: "Ruthless, fucking ruthless, ruthless and hopeless, ruthless, it's good now." ”

Hearing this, Sang Huaqing was a little surprised.

Sang Huaqing said: "I haven't seen you for many years, but you have changed a lot." ”

Lao Dao pointed at Dao Tong and said, "However, although I am hopeless, this child's talent is definitely one of the best." It took me a lot of effort to find such a talented apprentice, hey. ”

Hearing this, the boy muttered in a low voice: "It took a lot of effort, it's not that you robbed my roast chicken." ”

After saying this, Dao Tong hurriedly covered his mouth.

But it was too late, and the two eyes looked at him instantly.

Lao Dao's eyes looked at Dao Tong as if he was going to eat people, while Sang Huaqing was a little curious.

But Lao Dao didn't think too much about it, but took a sip of tea and said, "What are you doing today?"

Sang Huaqing smiled and said, "It's okay, I just want to see how many people are still alive." ”

After hearing this, Lao Dao said to Sang Huaqing: "Then don't worry, if you don't die, this seat can't die, by the way, that Wang Ba is estimated to live the longest." ”

When mentioning the Wang Ba, Sang Huaqing's eyes had more remembrance.

After coming back to his senses, Sang Huaqing stood up.

"What? are you going to go?"

Lao Dao looked at Sang Huaqing and asked.

Sang Huaqing nodded and said, "This time I went into the mountain to take a look, by the way, your junior brother is doing well." ”

When the junior brother was mentioned, Lao Dao's eyes gradually dimmed.

Strictly speaking, his junior brother was still forced down the mountain by himself, but in the end, who would have thought that he would not be able to repair the avenue ruthlessly.

Lao Dao said, "Oh, that's good. ”

Sang Huaqing touched Daotong's head and said, "Okay, I'll go back first, it's good." ”

Lao Dao didn't get up to send him off, but Dao Tong made a big gift very respectfully and sent Sang Huaqing down the mountain.

Back on the mountain, Dao Tong found that Lao Dao had actually put out the altar.

With a bad premonition in his heart, Dao Tong asked, "Master, who are you?"

Lao Dao said: "Mengbai, do you want to go out and have a look?"

Mengbai didn't speak, Shizun was so serious, he didn't think anything good would happen.

After lighting the three incense sticks, Lao Dao said to Mengbai: "Since you want to go out and have a look, then teach you more advanced Dao Xuantong." ”

Mengbai's eyes widened and said, "Master, I haven't spoken yet." ”

Lao Dao didn't care whether Mengbai agreed or not, pinched a finger and muttered a sentence in his mouth, and then pointed to Mengbai.

Mengbai only felt that he was light and fluttering, and then Mengbai was carried by a gust of wind and flew into the valley.

Lao Dao instructed again: "Little Pomegranate, take your fox friends and dog friends to the valley, remember, torture me hard, no, temper him." ”

Only the shouts and curses of Mengbai were left in the air.

Lao Dao then walked to the chessboard, looked at the pieces on the chessboard and said, "It's good, it's all alive, it's good." ”