When the Drunken Sword Immortal sent Yang Zhao to Nandou Mountain, Yang Zhao hadn't figured out what had happened, and he didn't ask his master, but turned his head and walked into Nandou Mountain with Xiaobai.

A bright future seems to be beckoning him, and now it only takes one more small step......

But, could it be true?

Only by truly understanding Nandou Mountain can we truly understand Lu Xu's Taoism.

Based on the people in the world, there is almost no commendable positive evaluation of Lu Xu's path to demonization! For such a path, how can he go on with peace of mind?

But worst of all, he had no choice!

Therefore, Yang Zhao felt the deepest and most desperate weakness and powerlessness.

No matter how smart an ant is, in the eyes of man it is an ant, a little bug that can crush to death with just one finger!

Without the strength to contend with it, even if there is a qiē scheming and wisdom, it is meaningless.

"What should I do?"

It only took two sentences for Yang Zhao to come to Nandou Peak, and things were so smooth, but Yang Zhao was a little at a loss.

He was in a panic, so he and Xiaobai found a secluded place and sat there.

This is a low-lying area on the South Dipper Peak, with a small waterhole surrounded by evergreen vegetation, and although it is winter outside, the space is lush and green.

Immersing his face in the cold and biting water, Yang Zhao wanted to calm his mood, but he didn't want the temperature to be too low, so he almost froze his brain into ice.

Raising his head angrily, Yang Zhao smashed the water surface of the small pool to pieces with one palm, and the palm strength penetrated through the bottom of the water, the mud and sand surged, and the clear pool water instantly became turbid.

As soon as the palm came out, the anger in his heart was also vented, and he sat on the edge of the pool and watched the process of the water gradually clarifying. At this time, his mind was empty, but he didn't want to think about anything anymore.

As if in the mood, two dead fish floated to his feet, which seemed to be quite fresh and fat, presumably no one had ever disturbed them, so that there would be such a scale, and his angry palm just sent these fish who had just woken up from hibernation to the palace of Hades.

Yang Zhao frowned and lifted them up, and suddenly thought of the time on the South Dipper Peak.

At that time, he and Xiaobai often caught a few fish and grilled them to eat, there were no condiments, and they tasted tasteless, and at that time, they were in a hurry, so they didn't have much work, so they had another taste, thinking about it, he laughed, and his mood couldn't help but feel a lot better.

Xiaobai looked at Yang Zhao's smiling appearance, and was a little speechless, but watching Yang Zhao roast the fish on the fire, it didn't take long for it to be cooked thoroughly, and the faint fishy smell mixed with the aroma of gravy was a kind of enjoyment, even if there was no taste, it was a kind of enjoyment.

While the two were eating, they put another fish on the shelf, and a fish quickly went down, Yang Zhao saw that the fire was almost roasted, and was about to reach out to get it, when suddenly, his heart jumped and said: "Not good!"

The body's reaction was faster than his thoughts, and when he thought of this, he had already turned over, and pulled Xiaobai away from the fire a few feet away, and then poured out without stopping, wanting to rush into the forest.

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw such a scene, the burning bonfire, under some mysterious power, with a sound, was compressed into a dark blue spark the size of a finger, but it exploded again, and the scattered sparks made the firewood underneath turn into dozens of blazing fire sticks, and bounced towards the positions of Yang Zhao and Xiaobai, the momentum was amazing!

According to this situation, Yang Zhao and Xiaobai will not have time to rush into the forest, they will be hit by these "fire sticks", who knows what will happen?

At the moment of crisis, the true yuan in his body, which was about to enter the golden pill stage, trembled violently, with the dantian that had settled in the Huang Ting as the center, affecting thousands of subtle qi machines, and the true breath surging like a wave.

As soon as his mind moved, he had a self-knotting in his hand, and the knot was the one he was most familiar with and good at the Purple Void Sword Intent, which was really a heart-warming trick.

Only a sound was heard, Yang Zhao and Xiaobai's bodies exploded a cloud of gas, hookah, at first glance, dozens of "fire sticks" rushed into the clouds, quiet, and then bounced out violently, bursting in all directions, but the fire on it was no longer there, only a scorched black ball remained.

"Phew!"

I don't know who was laughing strangely, and the cloud qi around Yang Zhao and Xiaobai suddenly broke, because a true breath sword qi flew from nowhere, straight through his chest.

The meaning of "nothingness" that has a miraculous effect on the dissipation of strength and chemical power has no effect at all, just like a stab of paper and it will break!

In a hurry, it also reflected Yang Zhao's alert reaction.

The true breath in his body suddenly stopped, and the meridians of his whole body were empty, leaving no trace of true breath.

Yang Zhao pulled Xiao Bai and suddenly flashed, fell heavily to the ground, and the sword qi flew over his forehead, but the aftermath also made him dizzy for a while.

But that's not the point, the moment he comes into contact with the sword qi, the feeling in his heart is quite amazing.

This breath is so familiar, it seems to be a kind of sword technique "Nandou Sword Technique" that Lu Xu has cultivated!

"Lu Wu Immortal Master?"

But Lu Wu would never do such a boring thing, but this is clearly ......

"Qingyin Immortal Master!" Yang Zhao shouted, rolled on the spot, and came to the edge of the forest, where he could escape at any time, but stared at the sky above the waterhole.

At the moment when the cry came out, the person who had been hiding his breath finally appeared.

The ripe fish that was originally placed on the bonfire stand was stirred into the air by the force when the blue fire appeared, and it was not until this moment that it fell to the ground.

And Yang Zhao, at this moment, was dumbfounded, above the waterhole, there was a female cultivator in Tsing Yi floating, her slender body hanging in mid-air, the winter mountain wind blew, and the skirt was also slightly fluttering, so that Yang Zhao could see a pair of simple and light Buyun incense shoes under the skirt, and the plain upper was not stained with half a trace of dust.

Pure, attentive and modestly dressed.

This is the information that Yang Zhao saw from a pair of shoes.

And when he raised his head again, he was facing a pair of eyes that were a hundred times more powerful than the previous sword qi.

This is an extremely beautiful female cultivator, wearing a slightly wide cyan robe draped over her body, swaying in the wind, quite a bit of calm bearing. And from the gap torn by the cold wind, it is also revealed that the skirt with exquisite cut but not complicated is also cyan.

The facial features are delicate and delicate, without a trace of flaws, at a glance I only feel extremely beautiful, but if I look closely, I feel that the contours of her face are as clear as a knife, and her long eyebrows are like a sword.

Seeing her, Yang Zhao felt like he was being put on the neck by a sharp sword, and he couldn't speak.

Her whole person seemed to be as sharp as a sharp sword out of the sheath, and after only one glance, Li Xun felt that all her internal organs had been dug out and presented in front of her eyes.

It was not that he had never met someone more profound than this female cultivator, but no one had ever looked at him with such eyes and this way, as if he was facing a great enemy of life and death! In an instant, the blood in Yang Zhao's whole body was about to coagulate.

At this moment, a vague smile appeared on Qingyin's face, and this smile seemed to make the sword on Yang Zhao's neck move outward: "Do you remember me?"

Sure enough, it's Qingyin! Thinking about coming to the entire Taixu Sect, those who practice the Nandou Sword Technique, except for Lu Xuan and Lu Wu's senior brothers, there is only their little junior sister Qingyin.

Qingyin was recognized as the most talented one except for Lu Xu and Lu Wu.

She has been cultivating for thousands of years, and has made a great name in the cultivation world, and she is good at traveling, with footprints all over the sea, extensive travel, and a wide range of contacts, and she was faintly the most powerful person except for Lu Xuan and Lu Wu three thousand years ago.

But since the great changes in Taixumen, this Qingyin has rarely been in the Nandou Mountain, and the cultivation world has very little to tell about her deeds, in short, her story is also a mystery.

Such a character, how could Yang Zhao not remember?

Her voice was as cold as ice water, extremely penetrating, and Yang Zhao had to take a few deep breaths to ensure that he could speak smoothly.

He climbed up with difficulty, and saluted with a wry smile: "Disciple Yang Zhao, I have seen Qingyin Immortal Master. ”

"That little drunkard asked you to come!" Qingyin's reaction was very fast, just like her temperament, sharp and sharp, straight to the core.

Yang Zhaofang replied yes, and felt that the sense of crisis around him disappeared in an instant, and his body felt a lot better.

"I'm sorry!" Qingyin's smile was no longer as unpredictable as it had just been, but became real.

She took a few steps in the void, as if she was on the ground, and came to Yang Zhao's side.

Maybe it was a psychological effect, or maybe there was really some strange method, Yang Zhao only felt that the sharp energy on her body had been fully subdued, and he only smelled a faint fragrance now.

"Were you and your little fox injured just now?" Qingyin asked.

Now Mingji has the appearance of a teacher, quite calmly and atmosphericly, and her voice is much softer, so you can feel the pleasant quality of her voice even more.

She stretched out her hand and wanted to touch Yang Zhao's forehead, but Yang Zhao was startled, and hurriedly took a step back: "Disciple is lucky!"

"Isn't it shy!" Qingyin chuckled when she saw his appearance.

Now she is another kind of emotion, her smile has diluted the sharp outline, the taut lines have relaxed, and she is another kind of bearing, like a cool breeze in spring and autumn, blowing straight into people's hearts.

Yang Zhao blushed and lowered his head, not daring to look at her.

Even he doesn't know how much of this appearance is true and how much is fake?

When he got up close, Yang Zhao once again realized the beauty of Qingyin, he saw Qingyin's hand, and felt as if it was carved from cold jade, crystal clear, not like mortal.

Therefore, he regretted it as soon as he retreated, thinking about being covered by this hand on his forehead, I don't know what it would be like?

With several consecutive fluctuations in his heart, even he felt a little embarrassed, and hurriedly raised his head, wanting to make a worthy appearance, but as soon as he raised his eyes, he met the other party's eyes that were as bright as the morning star.

Involuntarily, his face, which was only slightly better, suddenly turned red again.

When Yang Zhao's former state was restored, Qingyin buried the dead fish on the shore.

Only then did he know the reason for the lesson he had just been taught.

It turns out that this waterhole is deep and secluded, but it is a good place to recuperate and calm the mind, Qingyin first lived here, and often came here to rest for a while when he was in the mountains, and he also had feelings for this place.

This time she came down from the mountain, and she thought about resting here for a while, but as soon as she thought of it, she saw a man grilling fish on the shore, which ruined the scenery, and naturally she had to punish her.

If it weren't for the fact that she thought that it might be a fellow sect of her sect, and just the first blow would make Yang Zhao disgraced, how could she use the magic trick again?

At the end, Qingyin also added: "Actually, when I first saw you, I thought it was Senior Brother Lu Xu! You are becoming more and more like him." ”

"Lu Xuan Immortal Master?" This is by no means the first time Yang Zhao has heard this word, Lu Wu has said it, Yun Piaoyao has also said it, Bai Lian said again at this time, once is it a coincidence, twice is it a coincidence, is the third time still a coincidence?

He remembered that day, Bai Lian said that he was Lu Xu, but after all, it was not Lu Xu's situation, and the confusion in his heart was even stronger, and he blurted out: "Am I really very similar to Lu Xu's Immortal Master?"

Qingyin didn't expect his reaction to be so big, and he was stunned for a while.

Yang Zhao reacted, hurriedly confessed, and after a turn in his mind, he said similar things that Lu Wu and Yun Piaoyao had said, of course, there were some secrets that were not said, and then he showed a confused face: "Several seniors said that I am like Lu Xuan Immortal Master, am I really the reincarnation of Lu Xuan Immortal Master?"

Qingyin laughed when she heard this: "There are many similar people in the world, even among the cultivators, there are occasional such things. How can you take it for granted? Moreover, a character like Senior Brother is not something that anyone can be if they want to, do you want to replace him?"

Yang Zhao ignored her ridicule and asked nervously, "Can I really do this?"

Qingyin's eyes turned around, and the smile on his face was bright, but he smiled without saying a word.

With such a posture, Yang Zhao is in a hurry, and he can only laugh.

Yang Zhao is also an extraordinary person after all, he already knows that Qingyin is testing him, maybe Qingyin also knows that he has inherited the mantle of Lu Xu, so he will say such a thing, so he will leave this matter behind him very happily.

As soon as Qiē was back on track, Yang Zhao was finally able to speak to Qingyin normally.

He is a person who raises his eyebrows and eyes, and his mind is not under anyone, at this time he has recovered his spirit, and seeing that Qingyin does not blame him, he took advantage of the situation to exert all his skills, and must make Qingyin leave a good impression on him, on the one hand, he does have a good impression of Qingyin, on the other hand, Qingyin is also the first person who came to Taixumen in addition to Shizun, the first person to guide him to the immortal law, and the generation is still his ancestor, if there is no good impression, then there are some problems.

It was Yang Zhaobian who skillfully took out a few deep difficulties encountered in his cultivation and asked Qingyin for advice.

And the questions raised by Yang Zhao are often out of the ordinary, with their own smart atmosphere, and if you think about it carefully, it is also unique.

With such a question and answer, it didn't take long for it to become Qingyin's test of him.

Although the questions are not within the scope of Yang Zhao's knowledge, after all, Qingyin is condescending to ask questions and answers with the cultivation level and thousands of years of cognition far above it, and his thinking is so complex that it is by no means comparable to ordinary questions.

If it were someone else, maybe you would be really stumped.

But Yang Zhao is the kind of character who can solve problems and loves to solve problems, and his unique deduction method, after several years of intensive training, is no longer what it used to be, but the questions raised by Qingyin are not a problem.

Of course, it is not a problem, but it will take a certain amount of time.

Unconsciously, this quiet place has dimmed, and the two have chatted here for most of the day, and they are surprisingly close to each other.

Qingyin stopped first, she erased the strange forbidden method on the ground, and then said stupidly: "Let's be here today, I'm going back, after talking for so long, I seem to have forgotten one thing!"

Yang Zhao looked at Qingyin's stupid appearance, and he was also in a trance for a while, and after calming down, he hurriedly asked, "I don't know what else is going on with the immortal master?"

Looking at the trance-like appearance of the person in front of him, Qingyin somehow felt happy in his heart, even the loss of forgetting something just now, and he didn't know where he had gone.

Perhaps, it's really fate!