Where do you wake up tonight?

I don't know how long I slept, an hour, or less than a moment, or a day?

Qi Ling got up and paid for the wine, and then walked out of the tavern in a groggy manner, silent.

He took a boat along the Qingshui River and went to Chunyue Tower for a turn, without drinking, without having fun, he went to the house where he used to be entangled with the woman, but unfortunately he had already changed his shadow.

He went to the slum north of town. The old lady who was sick in bed before had long since stopped hearing her cough, but Qi Ling went to sit at the house of the neighbor Wu Ma, who often helped Xiaoxue take care of her mother, for a while.

Walking to the mountain, the time is really ruthless, only a few months, the old lady's grave is already overgrown with weeds, incense and candles, Qi Ling rolled up his sleeves and took care of the grass and trees around the tomb, knelt in front of the grave and kowtowed three times. He smiled softly and said, "Auntie, it's useless Xiao Qi, I promised you to take care of Xiaoxue but didn't do it, but don't worry, if you have a spirit in the sky, bless me to find something to bring the girl back." ”

"She is very powerful now, and she has become a very talented immortal cultivator, but I know that her favorite thing is the mountains and rivers and heaven and earth in this royal town. ”

The man in the green robe knelt in front of the grave, chatting with the old man in the grave. There are no tears of sadness, only calm faces and resolute eyes.

The man in the green robe came to Middle-earth Shenzhou five years ago, and joined the army in Huaxia nine years ago, and he has never seen his parents in the family on the earth again.

And the old man in the tomb entrusted his daughter to himself, and he was the only elder of Qi Ling.

There is a long way to go, and the road ahead cannot be seen clearly.

In the woods on the outskirts of Wangjia Town, the breeze is still there, and the three lonely new graves are no longer new. Lao Zhangtou, Xiaohong, Lao Li.

Looking at the tombstone a little far away from the other two tombs, the red letters on the stele have been washed mottled by wind and rain, but it is not difficult to see clearly the "Tomb of the loving father Li Shoucheng, the beloved daughter Xiao Cuili." ”

Qi Ling pinched his fingers, took out a pot of sake, and offered it to Lao Li's grave, then raised his head and swallowed a big mouthful, laughing.

He raised his hand and wiped his mouth and scolded with a smile: "Lao Li, it's really not that I brag about your cowhide, this sake is really two streets worse than the one you brewed, but old man, don't pick the fat and thin, just drink it." The girl was also picked up by her mother, which is much better than staying by my old man's side, so you don't have to worry about it. I'll see her in a few days. If Xiaocui's life is not good, don't worry, I don't care what second-rate family the Ye family is, even if I don't want to die, I will take care of my daughter for you. You're fine over there. ”

After chattering to himself, Qi Ling put incense and candles in front of Lao Li's grave, and then walked to the grave of Lao Zhang Xiaohong not far away, silent, and made a compilation after finishing the incense and candles in a proper manner.

"Uncle Zhang, little red girl, Qi Ling asks you two elders for guilt. Brother Tan Hai, I will also bring it back, and your family of three will be reunited in the future. ”

On a sunny day, I didn't let out a fart and it rained heavily in a blink of an eye.

In the small forest on the outskirts, a green robe was soaked, and he was still unaware of the two nearest graves with a shovel on his back and digging in the soil. The rain ran down his dark-haired sideburns, hitting his hands and falling into the freshly turned dirt.

When the weather was clear, there was a new tablet next to the tombstone that wrote Zhang Xiaohong, with four characters on it:

"Brother Tan Hai!"

After tidying up the weeds around the new grave where his brother's ashes were buried, Qi Ling smiled at his fists: "Brother, I won't disturb your family, when you get there, take care!"

The thatched hut on the moonlit mountain, which looked very unique under the moonlight, was long gone, and it was destroyed by the third son of the Wang family, named Wang Chen, who was in the middle of the year, and the boulder at the door that snuggled with Xiaoxue was also cut off more than half of it on that day to cover the three Qi Ling who were hiding behind.

Qi Ling walked up to the small half of the broken stone, touched the reunion guy who had been with him for five years, and then turned his eyes to look at the wreckage of the grass hut behind the boulder, the thatch had long been blown to nowhere by the rain and wind, and only a few pieces of wood as beams and pillars were left to lie on the ground honestly, raised by tenacious weeds, completely covering the behemoth of this pair of weeds.

Wildfires can't be burned, and the spring breeze blows and grows again!

Qi Ling took out a cigarette and lit it, turned his head to look at the rivers and mountains under the cliff of Yueban Mountain, and his eyes were exhausted, and the edge of Middle-earth Shenzhou was far away. Turning back to look at the weeds that had been crushed by the broken wood, Qi Ling smiled.

Let the seemingly behemoth of wood or rocks press on top of this weed, and over time, the seemingly fragile and soft weeds will always jump up unconsciously. Wrap the wood under your body, and when you are exposed to the sun and rain, the wood will eventually rot and rot.

Weeds just need a chance, a proper fire. But even if you burn it, that is, you have to kill and wound it clean, then this moldy wood should not be left alone.

Wild grasses are everywhere between heaven and earth, and they grow farther and farther.

As long as the time is ripe and linked into a piece, it will be a spark and can start a prairie fire!

Qi Lingxing was so happy that he took out the Desert Eagle from the storage bag with one finger, aimed it at the wood under the weed, and fired three shots.

Removing the grass hut and wood scattered on the ground, Qi Ling turned over and entered the "underground laboratory"

Here, he developed trinitrotoluene, made TNT high explosives, and with his extraordinary memory, he created Barrett, the Desert Eagle. Countless bullets, as well as a set of experimental equipment, which he deduced again and again in the past five years, the research drawings of various weapons of the earth's army......

Qi Ling cleaned up the large experimental table, and took out a map of the Xindu Realm and another larger pale yellow papyrus from his bosom. Spread out the two drawings, and with the experience of the transformation period in his memory, he began to plan the layout, although the memory of the old man Liu Changtian was stuck more than ten years ago, but the experience of the transformation period of two thousand years and the location of this Middle Earth Shenzhou. Basically, it's not much worse.

One by one, the sects in the memory took root on the map under Qi Ling's hands, and slowly connected into a map, mountains and rivers, formations, exercises, pills, and instruments......

The Xuanshui Sect where the Leng Yuelan who took away Xiaoxue is located is in the territory of Xifeng, Xizhou, which is 36,000 miles away, and is one of the six major inheritance sects in Middle-earth Shenzhou. The Ye family who picked up Xiaocui was a second-rate immortal cultivator in the Xindu realm of Dongzhou. Located in Anping County, the old master Ye Lihua is also Xiaocui's grandfather, with a wood system of exercises and his own superb wood spirit root, he stubbornly stood in the fight back then, and the third-rate immortal cultivation family of the Ye family was strongly ranked among the second-rate families......

And the third-rate sect Kaiyang Sect, which is closest to this Hedong County and nominally governs the three major counties of Hedong County, Hanoi County, and Leling County, is the place where Qi Ling is ready to leave first.

At the beginning, his eyes were black, and even his daughter-in-law was taken away like this, but now he looks back and sees that the Xuanshui Sect is far away in the Xifeng Realm of Xizhou, which is 36,000 miles away, so why did Leng Yuelan come to this big and distant Dongzhou, Wangjia Town, where birds don't, and the Kaiyang Sect where Nie Zhengyun is located is just a small third-rate sect of cultivating immortals, but he has made a move with Leng Yuelan, who knows that it is the Xuanshui Sect of the Xizhou Inheritance Gate, and the relationship between the two is not simple.

It's hard to figure out all kinds of clues, so I can only go to Kaiyang Sect in Leling County to explore the situation first.

Qi Ling is currently a waste person who cultivates immortals, and he doesn't know if he can still cultivate in this life. But fortunately, there is no end to it. Cultivation requires a spiritual root, but the martial arts of refining the body are not so strict, although they didn't know as much as they do now, in the past five years, they have secretly done a lot of things in the Wang family, which was not blown up by themselves at that time.

In those years, he was a Jiangyang thief in the dark night, and even the few martial artists under the prince of the Wang family were never opponents. Qi Ling also knew that he was a little grandmaster realm among ordinary martial artists.

In Middle-earth Shenzhou, there are many more martial artists who refine their bodies than immortal cultivators with spiritual roots, but after all, if there are more things, they are not worth anything.

Among the immortal cultivators, there is one refiner and alchemist out of every thousand, and there is one array mage out of ten thousand. It's all too good to eat one by one. And the body refining martial artist is different. The Tung Realm below the Ding Bone Realm is divided into three levels: martial apprentice, samurai, and martial artist. And the transcendent martial artist has stepped into the Ding Bone Realm, which can be regarded as the entry of the true meaning of martial arts intentions. The Ding Bone Realm is divided into three layers, namely the Little Grandmaster, the Great Grandmaster, and the Martial Saint.

It sounds quite domineering, but the Ding Bone Realm is just equivalent to the Qi cultivation period of immortal cultivators, the Qi refining period is divided into nine layers, and the Ding Bone Realm is also divided into three levels: primary, intermediate, and Dacheng. I don't know which predecessor is powerfully dividing the realm, but it can be regarded as a comparison and neatness.

As for the Melting Blood Realm behind the Refining Body Realm Ding Bone Realm, it is even rarer, and as for the Piercing Body Realm at the back, they all only belong to legendary characters.

Qi Ling is currently only a junior cultivator in the Ding Bone Realm. For the last immortal cultivator who practiced qi at the first or second level, that was not a problem. Although there are many martial artists in Middle-earth Shenzhou, there are only tens of thousands of people who can reach the realm of the little grandmaster and have a fight with the immortal cultivators in the Qi refining period.

Therefore, above the Ding Bone Realm, under the same corresponding realm, it is often the body refining martial artist who slightly presses the immortal cultivator.

Qi Ling thought very openly, he couldn't cultivate immortals and practice qi, so he took the road of martial arts refining body refinement, but he could still use the storage bag now, go to Xizhou, and travel to the land of Middle-earth Shenzhou, and it may not necessarily be that he will really die on the road.

To put it mildly, it is better to die than to live, to put it nicely, people do not live just for themselves!

On the bank of the Qingshui River, the cool river breeze blew a green shirt fluttering, and the full black hair tied back with a cyan belt at random swept a little, disturbing the man's face.

He glanced back at the royal town behind him, the corners of his mouth hooked a curvature, and said softly:

"I'll go back as soon as I go. ”