The yellow sand blows thousands of miles, and the wind howls in Kyushu.

In the face of the roaring poisonous wind, Song Si held his breath and condensed, drew a circle with his sword, and the sword qi that rushed to the sky swirled up, rolling up the endless yellow sand, and flew up.

Sword & Circle!

As Song Si's sword intent became stronger and stronger, the swirling sword qi became more and more dense, and the power became stronger and stronger, the yellow sand around Song Si was constantly rolled up, forming a sword wind salon scroll more than twenty zhang high in an instant, devouring towards Yingyi!

Feeling that the suction of the salon scroll was getting stronger and stronger, and his poison was not working, Ying Yi looked at the cold sword qi escaping from the salon scroll, and felt the threat of death, as long as he was close to the edge of the salon scroll, it would be the end of being strangled into a blood mist.

With all his might, Ying Yi fought hard to add to injury, got out of the range of the salon roll, and flew away into the distance.

Song Si sensed that the opponent had disappeared, put away his sword and dispersed the salon scroll, silent.

He is angry, helpless, and annoyed that he failed to catch Yingyi!

The battle between the middle-aged man and the pursuer was also stopped by Song Si's sword, except for Han Feng, Song Si did not kill anyone, he silently returned to the extinguished fire, rekindled the fire, stirred the firewood, and let the flame rise, wanting to recall the lost warmth.

The half-step Grand Master bent down and clenched his fists towards Song Si, without saying a word, and left with the five injured masters.

The middle-aged man limped back to the fire and said, "Thank you!" and then began to apply gold sore medicine to the wound and tie the bandage tightly.

Song Si felt his powerlessness for the first time, and once again recognized that this world was no longer the Tang Dynasty world in the virtual martial arts game he had played, but a real Ming Dynasty world.

He is just a weak ant in this world. What kind of trip to the West, what arrogant laughter, are all illusions, all jokes, and now he can't even catch a thief......

Song Si blamed himself deeply, he wouldn't have had so much trouble killing Han Feng in the first place, and Mo Xue wouldn't have been poisoned because of it.

Hearing the faint voice of the middle-aged man, Song Si glanced up, took out two pills and sent them over: "That's all I can help you, I hope that one day, you can tear off your dough and be your true self again." ”

"Thank you senior!" The middle-aged man took the elixir and took it to heal immediately, when he woke up, the sky was already dark, and there was only a wisp of green smoke left in the fire beside him, which was about to be completely extinguished, and Song Si had already left.

The middle-aged man knelt on the yellow sand, howling and crying, crying for some reason.

From beginning to end, Song Si didn't ask his name, and he never introduced himself, but the duckweed met and disappeared after the rain, but the middle-aged man remembered this lonely white-haired Taoist forever.

Song Si stood on a section of the city wall raised in the sand, looking at this once famous ancient king city in the Western Regions, and felt the changes of time.

However, he didn't have much time to appreciate it, and after Song Si rested for a while, he performed a getaway and quickly walked towards the Tianshan Mountain.

Five days later, Song Si finally arrived at the foot of the Tianshan Mountain.

At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, there is a tea shed and a stone pavilion, which are specially set up to receive people who come to visit the martial arts of the Tianshan Sect.

Seeing that there were two Tianshan disciples dressed in white under the stone pavilion, Song Si walked over and clasped his fists and said, "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" ”

"Senior, wait a minute, I'll go up and report. A young man from the Tianshan Mountains quickly ran towards the mountain, and disappeared into the deep mountain clouds and mist in a short time.

After waiting for a while, Song Si saw Ling Shuang running down with tears on his face: "White-haired Daoist, what are you doing here?"

"I came to see Mo Xue, I heard that she was poisoned, I came to see if I could help. Song Si said directly.

"Hmph, what's the use of you coming? Ling Shuang took a sip, and immediately began to cry, "It was Senior Sister who wanted to save me and block the poisonous sand, I was really useless......!

"Take me to see Moxue. Song Si said softly.

"The red lips are as light as an orchid, and the childish face and Yufeng are looking forward to it. Long-sleeved and beautiful dance, who depends on each other?" Ling Mowei, with yellow hair hanging down, ink and green shirts, and a slender and beautiful man, floated down from the top of the mountain and landed next to the stone pavilion.

Such a poem came out of the mouth of a Tianshan Tong grandmother who was unknown for many years, Song Si almost spit out a mouthful of blood, and glanced at Ling Mowei slightly, she was indeed a childlike and bewitching beauty, with beautiful eyes and buttocks.

No, to be exact, she can only be an old goblin!

Many years later, Ling Mowei explained to Song Si the origin of her poem number, which was given to her by a negative person before leaving, but after the negative person left, there was no news, and she didn't know whether she was alive or dead.

"Mo Xue has been suppressed by me with a thousand-year-old snow lotus heart and a thousand-year-old ice rui, and she has been put into the cold jade pool to recuperate, you don't have to worry. Ling Mowei's eyes moved slightly, and she continued lightly: "But to unravel the poison in her body, in addition to the antidote of the person who administers the poison, there is also a way to obtain the Qing Saint Pill. ”

"What kind of elixir is this?"

"It is made by collecting Mobei Suwu grass, Huashan Sansheng Lotus, South China Sea purple bamboo flowers, and herbs such as three-leaf purple mushroom and thousand-year-old snow lotus seeds. The herbs mentioned above can be found with great effort, but one of them, the one called the Holy Buddha Cicada, has long been extinct and difficult to find. ”

"What is Holy Buddha Zen?"

"The Holy Buddha Zen is often a cicada that can debate in the voice of the cicada when the Buddha is powerfully preaching, and the end of the Dharma is coming, and this holy Buddha cicada has long been extinct. If you enter the Kunlun Realm, there may be a glimmer of hope. ”

"Okay, I'll go find other herbs first, and when they're all collected, I'll enter the Kunlun Void Realm. ”

"Well, thank you so much for Daoist Song. The thousand-year-old snow lotus seed has already been sent by the main door, and the three-leaf Zizhi Yaochi sent Gu Qingcheng Fairy has been sent the day before yesterday, and now it is only Mobei Suwu grass, and the three holy lotus of Huashan need to be tired and long. ”

"It is rumored that Su Wucao has been extinct for a hundred years, where to find this?"

"The patriarch of the Taoist Longmen sect, Changchun Zhenrenqiu, traveled westward to preach, and when he saw the Mongolian Genghis Khan, he had obtained a few treasured Suwu grasses, maybe you can go to the Longmen sect to have a look. As for the Huashan Three Holy Lotus, I don't know. ”

"The Three Sages of Huashan were hermits in the Tang Dynasty, and I know their origins, so I'll leave this to me. ”

"Youlao!" Ling Mowei turned around, "Ling Shuang, go back with me." ”

"Can't I see Mo Xue?" Song Si asked again when he saw that Ling Mowei was about to leave.

Ling Mowei shook her head and replied coldly, "If you want to shorten the time to save her, I can open this forbidden place and let you see her." ”

"Farewell!" Song Si turned to leave, he was going to go to the Huashan Sect first, after all, it was the place he was most familiar with.

Towering Xiyue, to the south of the Qinling Mountains, to the north can overlook the Yellow River Weishui. When the poet immortal Li Taibai was drunk and traveled to Huashan, he once wrote a famous article to describe the majestic Huashan!

The Yellow River is like silk in the sky. The Yellow River touched the mountains for thousands of miles, and the vortex hub turned into Qin mines. The glory is full of colors, and the saints are in the Qing Dynasty for a thousand years. The djinn roared through the two mountains, and the torrent shot into the East China Sea. The three peaks stand as if they want to be destroyed, and the green cliffs and Dangu are open. The white emperor gold is lucky, and the stone is made of lotus flowers and clouds. The Yuntai Pavilion Road is even immortal, and there is an immortal Danqiu. The star jade girl is ready to sprinkle and sweep, and Magu scratches her back and her fingers and claws are light. My emperor holds heaven and earth in his hands, and Danqiu talks about heaven and heaven. Ninefold entry and exit of the glory of life, seeking Penglai to return to the west. The jade syrup favors the old people to drink, and rides the two Mao dragons to fly in the sky. ”

Thinking of this, Song Si drew his sword and danced, his mood was faintly blended with Huashan, feeling a trace of spiritual charm left by the poet, a set of swordsmanship ended, Song Si opened his eyes, and felt a sense of open-mindedness that he had never had before, which was a breakthrough in his state of mind.

Today's Huashan faction is no longer presided over by the Chunyang Palace in the Tang Dynasty, but by the Huashan faction of the Northern Seven True Hao Datong. However, in terms of the origin of martial arts, the current Huashan faction still inherits some of the martial arts of the Chunyang Palace.

"Chunyang Song Si, come to visit the Huashan faction!" Song Si found the welcome pavilion of the Huashan faction and said loudly.

Suddenly, two young Huashan disciples came out from behind a rock, saluted Song Si, and at the same time released flying eagles to inform the sect of the news of the arrival of the distinguished guests.

Hearing that Song Si was coming, Wei Zhirong, the head of Huashan, and Xingchen Zhenren excitedly went down the mountain to greet him, which made Song Si a little overwhelmed.

Originally, they wanted to go down the mountain to find Song Si and invite him to come, but they didn't expect Song Si to come to visit directly, saving a lot of trouble, so it would be strange if they were not happy like this.

"Song Zhenren really has a lot to do with my Huashan faction, please!" Wei Zhirong, the head of Huashan, almost helped Song Si's hand to lead the way.

"Master Wei and Xingchen Zhenren don't have to be so polite, they are here to find the Three Holy Lotus. Song Si directly explained the intention.

Wei Zhirong was stunned, the Three Holy Lotus, he had seen it in the Huashan classics, but it was not recorded anywhere.

"Song Zhenren, the Three Holy Lotus does exist on my Huashan Mountain, but the classics have not recorded it, so I don't know about it. If a real person wants to look for it in the mountains, please take it. With that, Wei Zhirong took out a piece of jade gui token and handed it to Song Si.

Song Si took it, and when he saw the word "Taishang" on the token, he immediately cried and laughed, this is to let him directly become the Taishang Elder of the Huashan Sect.

But in order to find the Three Holy Lotus, Song Sicheng Wei Zhirong's favor and took the token, "Master Wei, I will enter there sooner or later, you will give me the Elder Taishang token, I am afraid that I will not be able to take care of the Huashan faction in the future." ”

"Haha, Elder Song doesn't have to be like this, just when Elder enters the Kunlun Void Realm, he can bring some elites from my Huashan faction and let them settle down inside. Wei Zhirong stroked his long beard and said with a smile.

"Well, Song Si will definitely live up to his trust!"

"Finally, can I ask Elder Song a question?" Wei Zhirong was very quiet and cautious when he asked this!

Song Si looked at the shrewd and old head of Huashan and nodded.

"Elder Song, are you really inherited from the Lu Zu lineage......?

Song Si stopped, not knowing how to answer, and finally shook his head and said, "Yes and no." Master Wei, Poor Dao can only answer like this, if you really want to dig into the answer, Poor Dao is not clear. ”

During the conversation, everyone has come to the legendary Huashan dangerous road, which is a road from ancient Huashan, and only the immortals travel in the wind.

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