From Qianzhong City to the Thirty-three Realms, from a lonely boy to the current Yuanhua Sword Cultivator, Qingyun has grown a lot and changed a lot in more than ten years.
He had so firmly believed in never forgetting his original intention that he could always guide him forward and even become associated with Yao Mengxun.
But with the passage of time, or all kinds of cruel experiences and experiences, he now no longer dares to say those innocent and beautiful words easily.
Until Xiao Luoyi passed away, the seed called hatred, which had originally grown slowly but took deep roots, began to sprout crazily again.
The karma that was eroding his mind all the time made Qingyun's broken heart become more and more peaceful, as if hatred was the medicine to heal the wound, not time.
"I have not forgotten my original intention, but my eldest sister has not been able to finish the work from beginning to end."
There is a young man's sigh hidden in the wind, but time no longer flies by gently.
The brief episode of meeting Lao Shitou was like a flash in the pan. After escaping from Qianzhong City, Qingyun wandered around aimlessly for a while.
The southern part of Liangzhou, where the war was raging more and more fiercely, was really inferior to Yuezhou, which was located in the middle of Kyushu.
Although Yichen, Qingyun's advantageous uncle, has been called weak and voluptuous, and the power of time and space is now chaotic, the traffic in various places has long become stagnant and sluggish, but it is indisputable that Yuezhou is getting richer and richer under the governance of the Immortal Sword Sect. fact.
Not to mention Yaoguang City, one of the Seven Stars of Immortal Martial Arts in Lishu, it is the Qingshui Town in the corner. There are also many spiritual mountains, great rivers and treasured cultivation places nearby.
But there is not even a decent town around Qianzhong City. There are only a few surviving households here and there, which is desolate and desolate.
Barren graves, lonely graves, jackdaws, bad water.
The pictures that only existed on the picture scroll were perfectly displayed in front of Qingyun again and again.
It was also at this time that he realized that the area around Yiren Mountain was truly very beautiful and peaceful.
So the young man had to stop for a while and buy some drinks before moving on to see if he could find other big cities. Maybe if he was lucky, he could come across a teleportation array or something to borrow from.
In fact, Qingyun was not aimless, he was still anxious about the remnant soul of Xiao Luoyi attached to the small piece of bright jade ice in his dantian.
But Xiao Qi had made it clear that even if he could immediately fly to the distant Yanzhou thousands of miles away, then kick open the door of the Jade Kongmen, and let Zhong Lingyu help him refine the Mingyu Ice Pieces.
But Xiao Luoyi's remnant soul is still very fragile, like a bud, unable to withstand any wind and rain. It needs Zang Feng to absorb the power of the soul to nourish it bit by bit, let alone refining the jade pieces. Need good spiritual jade.
So the young master planned to change direction and head east to Jingzhou to find his good brother, Yao Pofeng, whom he had not seen for ten years!
"There's been no news for so many years. Is it possible that you, a rogue, were really imprisoned by your father?"
Qingyun smiled secretly in his heart.
Along the way, he had heard the gossip about the rogue being imprisoned after recovering from his injury, but according to my understanding of him, unless he did it himself, even if it was an iron cage made of fine steel, it would not matter. I can’t live with this second generation ancestor.
However, before Qingyun's trip to visit his friends had gone far, he was completely disrupted by a sudden piece of news. As for what it was, it had to start with an encounter a few days ago.
After traveling eastward from Qianzhong City for more than a month, Qingyun didn't see any big towns, but he did meet a few indifferent juniors on the official road. After being punished by him, the young man with little interest began to He slipped into the shade of the trees, out of sight and out of mind.
Although he has broken through to the Yuan Hua realm, Qingyun's "Yuan Shen" is still a complete decoration. In addition, he is used to holding his breath for internal circulation, and the aura around him has become very dim due to the integration of Zang Feng into his body, so his spiritual power fluctuations are not strong. .
If he doesn't fight with others, or if he encounters a powerful spiritual consciousness, he will give people the impression that he is in the Hundred Meridians Realm, so it is normal for him to be targeted when he is defenseless.
The stronger the evil spirit, the more serious the murderous intention.
He has powerful Qilin blood in his body, but it is not the Qilin true spirit from back then. Ever since the heart barrier set by Kaixin Gong for him was broken due to Xiao Luoyi's death, the blood evil karma has been infecting him all the time. His mind.
Those juniors who wanted to rob him almost became the ghosts of Zang Feng's sword, but at least for now, Qingyun still maintains some sense and sense in his heart about who should be killed and who shouldn't be killed.
A large number of killings may be able to quickly obtain the power of soul life to nourish Xiao Luoyi, but the price of overcorrecting is often not enough to allow people to get ahead of others, or to be destroyed early and irreversible.
It was only recently that Qingyun understood that Xiao Qi, his father, and even Lao Shitou, whom he met recently, all told him to be cautious while controlling Zang Feng.
"How can this be nourishment? This is obviously feeding the sword with one's body. It is really an evil sword!"
The young man felt helpless.
Yes, on the surface, Zang Feng and Qing Yun get along harmoniously, as if they were harmonious with each other, but in fact, from the beginning of the black sword's refusal to be branded, to its subsequent active integration into Qing Yun's blood, this black sword was completely dominated by itself. .
The root cause is that Qingyun's suppressed blood evil karma was released and benefited from it by Zang Feng, who also cooperated very well to release the soul-generating power in Qingyun when he needed it.
It seems to be a dull dead thing, but it is actually very scary to think about it carefully. Each step seems to be calculated, forcing Qingyun to use it.
It may even end up being hidden in his body to help him suppress evil spirits or absorb karma. It may also be understood that it is to protect Qingyun, the "iron rice bowl", from dying midway.
Therefore, when teaching the juniors who tried to rob him, Qingyun did not choose to kill them, let alone use the hidden edge. He only used Luo Yun sword light and his own spiritual pressure to intimidate them, and then punished them. Let go.
“Sin shall not lead to death.”
Staring at the empty blue sky, I was thinking about some innocuous but sharp questions that seemed like needles pricking me.
But Lan Tian would not answer his doubts, and God had never sent any favors. The sounds of fighting between gold and iron made him raise his eyebrows.
"A very strong smell of blood."
The young man narrowed his eyes and thought to himself.
After sleeping for ten years, Qingyun in a daze stepped into the future, but his memory was still stuck in the dark fighting in the thirty-three realms. With his extremely powerful five senses, he easily understood that someone was probably dragging him. A severely injured body is fighting.
"The fluctuation of spiritual power is not very strong. At most, it should be at the completion of the Hundred Meridians Realm, or the early stage of the Yuanhua Realm."
Although he is still just a weak low-level monk now, he at least has some ability to protect himself. He is not the cold-blooded Xiao Luoyi who came from the Demon Sect. After thinking about it for a while, he followed the voice. He shuttled through the forest without a leaf.
In just a few dozen breaths, the young master gently touched a giant tree and looked down at the group of people on the ground.
There are only seven or eight people in the two parties, but the strength gap between them is very different.
On one side was a young man with a blood-stained gown and a sword in hand, protecting a delicate and beautiful woman behind him. On the other side was a Yuanhua Realm monk, leading five or six Hundred Meridians Realm monks, who were eyeing them. There was a tense confrontation.
"The clothes are all uniform. They may be from a nearby force."
Qingyun thought.
Typical heroes saving beauties are happening everywhere in Kyushu at this moment, but if you want to be a hero, you must be strong enough to carry the tripod.
Of course, this young man's face was a bit dark and immature, and he was nothing like handsome. Although his body was covered with wounds and his cultivation was far from that of the strongest man on the other side, his eyes were still extremely sharp, and his aura was actually the same as those of the six people. The encirclement is evenly matched, which is very magical.
"Huh? Isn't this?!"
Qingyun was suddenly surprised.
What aroused his interest was not the fact that the young man, with his cultivation at the Hundred Meridians Realm, also fought against five Hundred Meridians Realm monks, and even a master at the early stage of the Yuanhua Realm, but the woman behind him.
To be precise, it should be something looming in the woman's arms!
"Boy! My patience is limited. If it weren't for my talent, I would have killed you with one move. If you are sensible, get out of here. Don't..."
Before the monk in the Yuan Hua Realm finished speaking, he was interrupted by the woman behind the young man:
"Brother He, don't worry about me. Just leave quickly. Qingdi can't hurt you. I'll stop these thieves for you!"
It's just that although her words sounded nice, it was not difficult to see from Qingyun's sharp eyes that this woman not only hugged the thing in her arms tightly, but even shrank her body towards the young man's thin back. Her attitude was worth pondering and debating.
And this young man is obviously just a young brother who is still young. Not to mention obsessed with women, at least he is not aware of the woman's overt and covert thoughts. The young man frowns when he sees it.
"Don't worry, Miss Long, as long as I'm here, they will never hurt you at all!"
At this point, his momentum increased instead of decreasing, with his long sword standing horizontally, and he was in a posture of fighting to the death with the opponent, which gave the Yuanhua Realm monk a huge headache.
The young man's strength was naturally not worth mentioning in his eyes, but from the initial confrontation to the subsequent anxiety, the injuries on the opponent's body were indeed getting more and more serious, but there was no intention of falling down, and he was extremely resilient!
He could have crushed the opponent to death directly, but the damn thing was that this kid was as slippery as a loach. Although he had no fighting experience, he could always smell the only glimmer of life in the blind corner before danger came, and he escaped. sky.
And the pity he said was not because he wanted to recruit this person, but because the Hundred Meridians Realm monks under him were all the backbone of the family, and they were all his loyal followers who he had personally cultivated. My countless spiritual beings were turned into dust and smoke!
The most important thing is the woman from the Long family who is protecting him behind him. You can take things away but you can't kill people, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.
At this time, I heard the woman say again:
"Brother He, you...hey, in this case, Qingdi can only advance and retreat with you!"
The female cultivator bit her lips tightly, and she had the right expression of pity and risking her life to accompany you. If the young master hadn't been getting along with Witch Xiao for a long time, he might have been deceived by the other party.
"No! You take your things and leave quickly. I'll stop them for you. They can't do anything to me! Leave quickly!"
"No! Brother He, I can't leave you alone!"
"Let's go! Let's go quickly!"
"Okay, Brother He, I have no repayment for your kindness. I just hope that in the next life, I will make a grass ring and be lucky enough to do it for you..."
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