Fang Qi didn't get the answer he wanted in his heart, he didn't know if he saw Qianjun after Lu Daodu, because when Fang Qi found that the old woman didn't speak, he took a closer look, and it turned out that the old woman had already gone immortal.

The old woman went to the fairy, Fang Qi respectfully bowed to the old woman a few times, three bows, Fang Qi found that the old woman's body actually began to dissipate, little by little, turned into a point of light, dissipated in the air, with the dissipation of the old woman's body, the grass house finally turned into a handful of loess and fell to the ground.

Fang Qi quietly looked at all this in front of him, and couldn't understand what it was for, could it be that this old woman existed here just to tell him this legendary story? Fang Qi looked up at the ladder of heaven, his heart was heavy, this ladder to heaven was carved out step by step by the essence of Du's life, and from the old woman's mouth, Fang Qi learned that Du's cultivation was at least the realm of the heart of heaven, and the ladder carved out of the essence of life in the realm of the realm of the heart of heaven could he climb to the top?

After a while, the old woman's body had completely disappeared, and where her body dissipated, Fang Qi looked back, there was a small and delicate embroidery needle, which was the one used by the old woman before.

Fang Qi bent down to pick up the embroidery needle, but when he took the embroidery needle at will, the embroidery needle actually did not move, heavy, Fang Qi's face was solemn, only then did he understand that this embroidery needle seemed ordinary, but in fact it was a supreme treasure, otherwise a small embroidery needle would never have such a weight, Fang Qi used his strength again, and finally picked up the embroidery needle, and when he held it in his hand, it was like holding a mountain.

Suddenly, the embroidery needle moved, pierced into Fang Qi's palm, and actually directly entered Fang Qi's body. This frightened Fang Qi without the slightest hesitation. Fang Qi's divine sense directly looked at his body, but what made him strange was that. His divine sense swept every part of his body but he couldn't find the existence of the embroidery needle, as if the embroidery needle disappeared as soon as it entered his body, but Fang Qi knew that this embroidery needle must still be in his body, but he couldn't find it.

Fang Qi frowned, and at this time, a voice sounded in Fang Qi's mind, "Qianjun, you made me wait so hard, now." We can finally be together. ”

After this sentence appeared in his mind, Fang Qi's whole person was stunned, and he pursued the source of the voice again, but he still couldn't find it, but Fang Qi had a feeling that the voice came from the embroidery needle, it was a woman's voice, and listening to the voice, it should be a young woman.

"Could it be the voice of the cross?" Fang Qi guessed in his heart, but after that voice appeared, there was no follow-up. No matter how much Fang Qi searched, he couldn't find out the whereabouts of the embroidery needle.

"Did Du treat me as a Qianjun?" Fang Qi shook his head, abandoning the thoughts in his mind, and then looked up at the ladder, he still remembered what the old woman had said before. The real swordsmanship was on the mountain, and although Fang Qi didn't understand what was going on, he still wanted to go up the mountain to have a look. And there is no other road here, only a staircase to heaven. Fang Qi knew that this must be the way forward in the Qianjun Crossing. It's just that he doesn't know what is on this mountain, and he doesn't know if he can stare at the top of the mountain.

Before Fang Qi came to the stairs, he took a deep breath, the fog above the stairs was misty, even if Fang Qi was now in the realm of the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Palace, he could only see a hundred or so steps, and if he went up again, he was completely hidden in the mist, he couldn't see it really, and it could even be said that he couldn't see it at all.

With one step, Fang Qi stood on top of the stairs, but he didn't feel anything, it didn't seem to be any different from ordinary stairs.

Another step out, still like this, step after step, all very ordinary, no different from ordinary steps, but when Fang Qi stepped on the hundredth step of the ladder, his whole person was shocked, and he couldn't help but look at the mountain behind him, a wave of lovesickness surged into his heart, he seemed to see a young woman, carving the steps step by step, his heart was full of infinite hope, even if he did not hesitate to spend the essence of life, he must reach the top of the mountain.

"How can you feel like this?" Fang Qi wondered in his heart, this feeling he had never felt before, nor had he experienced it, it was a kind of lovesickness for a woman who loved a man deeply, even if she gave everything, she had to be with him.

Fang Qi had been trying hard to get rid of this feeling and drive it out of his heart, but no matter how hard he tried, this feeling still existed in his mind and in his heart, Fang Qi looked up and looked up, he couldn't see the top at a glance, towering into the clouds, and he didn't know how high the mountain was in the end, Fang Qi couldn't help but shake his head and continued to raise his feet and walk up.

How big this mountain was, Fang Qi didn't know the Dao, and he didn't know the Dao, he only understood that this mountain was the largest mountain he had ever seen.

On the other side of the mountain, and even in other parts of the mountain, many people could not help but go up the mountain, but at the foot of the mountain they appeared there were no thatched huts, no old women, and in front of them was a staircase leading to heaven.

Everyone who came to the bottom of the mountain knew that this would inevitably be the only way forward in Qianjundu, and they could only know what to do next when they went to the mountain first, but many people were faster and higher than Fang Qi.

Fang Qi's speed was not fast, step by step, well-proportioned and balanced, there seemed to be a peculiar rhythm, this rhythm even Fang Qi himself didn't know the way, he didn't even notice it, when he marched to two hundred steps, the feeling of longing in Fang Qi's heart became a little stronger.

Two hundred steps, five hundred steps, one thousand steps, three thousand steps, Fang Qi gritted his teeth and kept walking towards the top of the stairs, at this time he had already crossed three thousand steps, but now he still couldn't see the top of the mountain at a glance, his whole body was sweating, every step seemed to require all his strength to step out, and the people on the other steps of this mountain were the same, the speed slowed down, especially after the three thousand meters of the realm of the realm of power, every step was very difficult, one step was like draining the strength of the whole body.

Fang Qi kept walking towards the top of the mountain, although the stairs were covered by mist, but he still believed that it must be closer to the top of the mountain, I don't know how long it has been since Lu Dao, and I don't know how many steps Lu Dao has walked, suddenly, Fang Qi's mind sank, and the whole person seemed to fall into a strange rhythm, his body walked towards the top of the mountain step by step as if he was uncontrollable, and Fang Qi's whole person was muddy, like sleepwalking but as if possessed by a demon.

Fang Qi was constantly roaring in his heart at this time, he knew that he was suppressed by something and couldn't control his body, at this time Fang Qi kept roaring, and every step was very, very slow.

"I'm not reconciled, I'm ......not reconciled," Fang Qi shouted in his heart, but there was no response, as if he was like a clown, performing alone, "I want to break the shackles, I am by myself!"

Suddenly, Fang Qi's whole body shook, his eyes opened suddenly, regaining his clarity, his eyes flashed with the light of Confucianism, blazing and terrifying, he stared at the mountain, and then looked towards the top of the mountain, stepped out violently, sinking more and more, one step at a time, three ladders, step by step, lotus blossoms under his feet, paved a path, straight to the top of the mountain.

Fang Qi didn't know how far he had walked towards the top of the mountain, but if there were masters and strong people who had truly comprehended the Heavenly Dao, they could find that almost everyone's body seemed to be involuntary when they traveled to Fang Qi's height, as if they were controlled by something, like a walking corpse, and involuntarily walked towards the top of the mountain.

It was not at all clear from the appearance that they were feeling, no matter what would happen next, they did not have any expressions, but there were still a few people who, like Fang Qi, took back control after their bodies were controlled, and the whole person came to his senses, and insisted on walking towards the top of the mountain with his own perseverance.

Fang Qi gave birth to flowers under his feet, giving birth to lotus step by step, a lotus avenue led straight to the sky, Fang Qi's speed was very fast at this time, step after step, like flowing clouds, without stopping, and without the slightest hindrance, every step out, there was a rumbling sound, like spring thunder resounding throughout the sky.

Every step seems to become a kind of melody, making people intoxicated, forgetting everything, affecting all kinds of surroundings, at this time, Fang Qi, just like a great sage, with his own Confucian light, opened up a road to heaven and earth to educate the world, the first kind of stepping on the stairs and floating in the heart of the feeling of longing completely disappeared, replaced by light, free, free.

Not long after, there was a sound of the piano in Fang Qi's ears, Fang Qi stopped, at this time, he saw what he wanted to see the most, the top of the mountain, the top of the mountain was in front of him, less than a hundred steps, and the sound of the piano came from the top of the mountain.

Not only did Fang Qi hear it, but the other people who stepped up the ladder also heard it, but more people were still walking like corpses, and they didn't seem to feel anything.

The sound of the piano is melodious, bleak and sorrowful, which makes people intoxicated but cleanses the soul, and there is a different kind of emotion in Fang Qi's ears, which makes people forget all kinds of troubles but is mixed with thousands of thoughts, so that people's hearts are empty and quiet but mixed with countless earthly hustle and bustle, and the sound of the piano is endless, and it is passed down from generation to generation.

Immediately, Fang Qi took a step and walked towards the top of the mountain again, he wanted to see who the person who stroked the qin would be, and would it be the 'cross' who carved the ladder of heaven?

And as time passed, the sound of the piano became more and more urgent, from the initial trickle slowly turned into a turbulent water, when Fang Qi took the last step to the top of the mountain, the sound of the piano changed again, like a stormy wave, directly into the people's minds, as if they really wanted to shock the whole person's mind.

Fang Qi stood on the top of the mountain like this, without moving a single step, no matter how rapid the sound of the piano was, it could not shake his mind in the slightest.

Fang Qi saw that the woman who stroked the qin was a twenty-eight-year-old Tingting girl, with a plain white face and slender ten fingers, flicking the strings and playing a magnificent sound.

The woman stroked the strings with her hands, and her movements were beautiful and coherent, like an elf coming to the world and playing the music of the world.

Fang Qi saw that above the top of this mountain was a clearing of 100 meters square, as if it had been cut off from the top of the mountain, and behind the woman was a large fiery red disk, exactly the same as the big disc that left the Heavenly Empire Academy and came here, the teleportation array, Fang Qi instantly understood, and then Fang Qi continued to look at the woman.

"Not true. At this time, Fang Qi's eyes when he looked at the woman changed, the woman's body was not a real body, but the kind that seemed to be specially conjured, without substance, like a shadow, but the girl just sat up like this, still stroking the strings. (To be continued......)