And after condensing the Purple Gold Poison Pill, just like Xiao Luoyi's Mingyu Ice Piece, the rate of absorption and growth of his spiritual power is even more terrifying, even stronger than those demon cultivators who also possess the inner pill.
Based on Qingyun's speculation, if he could complete the practice of the Hundred Meridians Realm, he would probably be able to use the Xiaoyao Sword.
Of course, the faster his realm grows, the faster his troubles will come. Not to mention the real soul, even the condensation of the soul's afterbirth is a life and death test for him, but this is all a story later.
The time to enter concentration was like a fleeting moment. When Qingyun opened his eyes again, it was already the third day after Yi Qing left.
During these three days, Xiao Luoyi was never far away from Qingyun's side, with a pair of cold beautiful eyes staring at the young master who was studying swordsmanship alone almost all the time.
She didn't even refine the immortal energy given by Yi Qing, letting it take root and run in her body.
Zhong Xiao left for a while. He found a secluded mountain col, buried Zhong Liang in Yiren Mountain, and then returned to the cabin.
It wasn't that he hadn't thought about escaping, but Zhong Xiao also learned that this place was an illusion after talking to Xiao Luoyi.
He didn't really believe it at first. After all, this illusion was so realistic that it could be said to be a virtual reality.
But after discovering that no one here could see his presence, Zhong Xiao had no choice but to believe it, so running away recklessly was not a good idea.
What's more, Yi Qing is definitely not an illusion in his opinion, and the other party has also set restrictions in his divine palace. He doesn't dare to gamble, God knows whether he will die in this illusion.
Qin Yun on the other hand, oh no, his name should be Qingyun now, this guy seems to be easier to talk to, so why not stay on your own for a while.
Fortunately, he knew very well about the good relationship between ancestor Lin Yu and Yi Qing. Zhong Xiao felt that as long as he was obedient enough, there would probably be no danger.
In fact, what he didn't know was that Yi Qing, like Qing Yun, rarely killed indiscriminately, and even in terms of ruthlessness, he was more merciful than Qing Yun.
The restriction in his own divine palace may seem dangerous, but in fact it is also a life-saving amulet that can withstand the attacks of any monks below the Guiling Realm. It is extremely precious.
As for the solution, Yi Qing didn't teach it at all, nor did he plan to teach Qingyun, because he knew Zhong Linyu's temper. If his son was in trouble in the future, he might be able to use this prohibition to seek help from him.
As for Qingyun, although his cultivation level has not improved, his understanding of the first three forms of the Fantasy Sword still makes him very happy. ,
It was a bit chilly in the morning in the mountains. Seeing the young master wake up, Xiao Luoyi hurriedly stepped forward and asked with concern:
"How's your enlightenment going, kid?"
Qingyun grinned and said:
"Hehe, it's okay. Daddy taught me a set of swordsmanship, but because it's too mysterious, I can only use a few moves for the time being. Eh? Where's daddy?"
Seeing that Yi Qing was not there, Qingyun asked doubtfully, and Zhong Xiao then said:
"Senior said he would go back if he had something to do, but it's been two or three days and he still hasn't returned."
"What!"
Upon hearing this, Qingyun immediately realized that something was wrong. He didn't expect that he had been enlightened for so long. His father must have gone down the mountain!
Thinking of this, he immediately jumped up, took Xiao Luoyi's hand and said:
"Sister, let's go quickly!"
At this time, Xiao Luoyi also thought of the massacre of the village that Qingyun had mentioned before, and his heart tightened, and he called Zhong Liang:
"Go together!"
The three of them were led by Qingyun, and they rushed to Liangren Village down the mountain along the tree-lined path at lightning speed. Qingyun was extremely anxious and thought to himself:
"Dad, you must not let anything happen to you!"
It's just that there is a clear distinction between reality and expectations, and we will never tell you in advance to let you be mentally prepared.
The setting sun broke the sword, and the white robe was stained with blood. Yi Qing at the entrance of Liangren Village was still as he remembered, lying quietly on the ground.
But unlike the faint helplessness and regret on his face back then, Yi Qing looked particularly peaceful this time, and there was even a little vague satisfaction on his face.
The hoarse cry once again echoed through Liangren Village, and he, who had slowly recovered from the pain, was once again on the verge of collapse.
Yan Liangshan, Tiezhu, Huzi, the names that Qingyun originally planned to forget, once again clearly appeared in his mind.
Qingyun even recalled what color robe Tie Zhu liked to wear back then. When he buried him with his own hands, he was still wearing his clothes.
But this time, he did not wait for Yan Liangshan's last words, because when he came, Yan Liangshan had already fallen slumped under the old tree in the village, and his dilated pupils were still staring in the direction of the village entrance. Seems to be expecting something.
Yes, Yan Liangshan is looking forward to himself and an illusory ending.
"Fellow Daoist Xiao, is little brother Qingyun okay?"
Regarding Yi Qing's death, Zhong Xiao roughly knew what happened from Xiao Luo's words, so although he was shocked, he calmed down just as quickly. Xiao Luoyi was also sad in his heart, and just shook his head without saying anything.
Only then did she fully understand that the reason why Yi Qing risked his life to give her immortal energy and spread the Qingyun Kung Fu was that he must have discovered some clues, and everything he did was to arrange his posthumous affairs. .
"Why!"
Zhong Xiao sighed helplessly when he saw this.
The pain of losing his father hits Judah, but they must find a way to leave here and return to the Spiritual Mirror Sacrifice, the Thirty-three Realms, and the present world. They cannot linger here, otherwise they will never be able to escape.
"Fellow Daoist Xiao, go comfort him."
"good."
Xiao Luo responded softly and came to Qingyun's side to kneel down with him and worship Yi Qing's body.
"Kid..."
"Sister, you don't need to tell me, I know."
After crying, Qingyun's voice seemed hoarse, and he did not shy away from letting Xiao Luoyi see him crying in sadness.
"Come, let's sort out the remains of the poor victims in Liangren Village first."
"Um."
With the black gauze blowing against his face, Qingyun felt that Xiao Luoyi's arms were extremely warm, but as she became warmer, Qingyun's re-opened wound became more painful.
Although both of them vaguely guessed that in this illusion, they might not be able to change anything, but Qingyun still wanted to save his father's life, even if it didn't work, he still wanted to know who the real murderer was.
But it happened that Yi Qing passed on a set of sword techniques to him at the most critical moment. Qingyun didn't know if this was the so-called fate that made him miss the truth.
All he got was losing his father again.
"When they are alive, they can't see or touch us, but when they are dead, we can lift their bodies."
Qingyun smiled sadly, the face of the handsome young man was filled with gloomy self-mockery.
He had been extremely thirsty for power, and he had thought that after receiving the Qilin essence and blood, his life would become more successful than those of the so-called favored men of heaven.
It's just that until now, it was just an illusion but not real, and he was easily beaten back to his original form.
Still the same as before, he moved these already stiff bodies one by one, and then picked up the broken limbs and broken arms of an unknown person one by one.
The only thing he can comfort now is the coquettish witch beside him, Luo Yi, who has always been by his side.
"Sister."
"Um?"
Xiao Luo didn't even look up, and was picking up some dry branches.
"Thank you."
"good."
As usual, Xiao Luoyi's coldness did not change at all. She didn't even reply with other words, just a simple "good" word, which sounded so real to Qingyun's ears.
The only reality in this damn fantasy.
With the addition of Zhong Xiao, the three of them were busy very quickly. They sorted out the corpses of the entire village in a matter of seconds. Then, just like before, Qingyun personally burned everyone and everything to the ground.
The firelight accompanied the setting sun, making Qingyun's face somewhat blurry.
Xiao Luoyi couldn't tell whether he was crying or some other expression at this time. She just felt that the sufferings this young man had experienced seemed to be much more than when she was young, and it was so heartbreaking.
"Let's go."
When the fire was raging, Qingyun said softly.
"good."
With so many people dying at once, Xiao Luoyi and Zhong Xiao felt heavy, and they nodded without saying anything else.
When he came to his father's side and picked up the broken green sword, the spiritual thoughts left by Yi Qing were exactly the same as the messages in his memory. Qingyun just listened to his father's last voice in a daze, and his tears fell silently again.
But he had finally grown up, and while crying, he carried Yi Qing's body on his back, and climbed up the mountain alone step by step.
Building a tomb and erecting a monument, all the actions were the same as a few years ago. Gradually, Qingyun's heart changed from sadness to anger.
He wasn't even anxious to hate his father's murderer, but he hated the beast who used his memory to create an illusion.
"Sister, I don't want to stay here anymore."
The moon was sparse and the stars were bright, and under the bright silver man, the blue clouds hugged his knees, buried his head deeply, and said softly.
"The fire is out, why don't we go down the mountain and find a way out."
Xiao Luo originally wanted to go to the cave where Xiao Gui found Alian, but she felt really weird there, so she gave up the idea after thinking about it for a while.
"good."
Qingyun said hello stiffly, but did not get up. He was still sitting alone by the tombstone blankly. Zhong Xiao, who was not far away, had also just lost a relative. Feeling the same, he just sighed and turned away.
Early the next morning, the three of them went down the mountain again after a night of silence.
The dead are gone, and the living are moving forward. They still have to live, and they still have to find the exit of this illusion.
"etc!"
Among the three, Xiao Luoyi had the strongest spiritual sense. He noticed some abnormalities before entering the village. He let out a light hum and said immediately:
"There's someone in the village!"
The other two people quickly stopped when they saw this. At this time, Zhong Xiao also noticed something strange, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice:
"It's a monk!"
Compared with the two masters of the Yuanhua Realm, Qingyun's spiritual sense is not as good as theirs, but his five senses are also good. Although he cannot see clearly or even feel what kind of power this person has, his aura is terrifying. Even above my father!
But once he thought about this, he immediately thought of two other words:
murderer!
