Above Hui Mountain.
More than three months have passed in the blink of an eye.
Xu Yanbing and Chen Zhibao had already returned to Beiliang and began to prepare for a war with Liyang.
At the same time, the territory of Liyang was filled with a sense of chilling.
Jiangnan is no longer as full of talents and beauties as it once was. Poems and songs are sung on the river.
The ships plying on the Guangling River have evolved from passenger ships and merchant ships to huge stern ships today.
On top of the stern, everyone is fully loaded with crossbows and long knives hanging on their waists.
The border between the two Liaos has been completely cut off from the connection with Beimang.
At this critical moment when a full-scale civil war breaks out.
No matter it is Beiliang or Liyang, no interference from the prairie barbarians is allowed.
The whole Liyang has changed its taste.
This also made it possible for the martial arts masters and apprentices who originally set out from Beiliang to travel a distance that could have been covered in one month.
I walked away abruptly for more than three months.
During this period, he was almost detained several times by the soldiers stationed on the official road in Liyang.
If it weren't for Song Zhiming's identity, everyone would have heard about it in the entire Liyang world.
Otherwise, the two masters and apprentices would never be able to reach Huishan, which is now under strict guard.
"Uncle, you said the world is about to be in chaos."
"After we meet our little uncle, are we going to preach in the world and try our best to save those innocent people?"
The young Taoist priest Li Yuaxu, who was carrying a package larger than a human, murmured and followed Song Zhiming slowly up the mountain.
"I didn't expect that it would take less than twenty years for it to be stable."
"A war is about to break out again. We, Wudang Taoists, should be born in times of crisis to help those who are suffering."
Song Zhiming sighed softly. After a bumpy journey, he looked disgraced and lost his original celestial spirit.
"Stop, who is coming?"
"Why do you dare to trespass into our Huishan!"
Just as the two of them walked into the gate of Huishan Mountain.
A group of people immediately blocked Song Zhiming and the two of them.
"Pindao..."
Song Zhiming wanted to explain.
"Now that Liyang is in turmoil, there are still people who dare to walk around the world at will."
"Let me see, it's either a spy of a certain force or a backbone of the Liyang court."
"Catch him first and bring him to the family for disposal."
The leading guard did not give the two of them a chance to explain.
Just take people up to arrest them.
Li Yuaxe had quick eyes and quick hands, so he immediately stepped forward to stop him.
Just when the two parties were about to get angry.
An arrow landed on the mountain road between the two sides without any sign.
Far away on the snowy plains of Huishan Mountain.
The woman in purple who lives in front of the huge formation also holds in her hand another white arrow made of some kind of animal bones.
"Sister-in-law, they are Taoists from Wudang Mountain."
"My old Taoist name is Song Zhiming, he should be my eldest brother's senior brother."
"I'm not very familiar with Xiaodao, but he should be a Taoist who has practiced Wudang for many years."
"They are all worthy of trust."
Xu Fengnian didn't know when he appeared behind the woman in purple.
Today, he is shirtless, holding a long knife in his hand, and exuding a fierce aura.
The Qi of Emperor Zhenwu and the former head of the Guanyin Sect circulated in his body.
He now possesses the terrifying strength of Zhixuan Realm.
At the same time, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, a woman he considered his sister-in-law, taught him Wu Changqing's Qi refining method.
It's only been three months now.
Xu Fengnian's martial arts foundation can be regarded as an outstanding existence in the Xuan Realm.
So much so that there was a distance of three miles at the foot of the mountain where Song Zhiming was.
He could clearly distinguish the identities of the two people.
"That's good."
"Nowadays, whenever there is any disturbance in the world, some powerful forces will inevitably jump over the wall and cause a series of riots."
"Huishan has been standing for three hundred years. At this critical moment, we have to deal with it carefully."
"What's more, Changqing is still in seclusion. Without him, Huishan..."
As Xuanyuan Qingfeng spoke, he couldn't help but look back at the situation since three months ago.
Wu Changqing was in seclusion in the formation base.
Three months have passed now.
Why is Wu Changqing still unable to wake up...
"Xiao Nian, go and invite the Taoist senior here and let him see Chang Qing's current situation."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at Xu Fengnian with a gentle smile.
Xu Fengnian didn't care about the identity gap between the two.
They are all his future sisters-in-law anyway.
He nodded, jumped down, and dived towards the foot of Huishan Mountain.
Not for a while.
The old Taoist with a gray face followed the young Taoist priest who was carrying a huge package.
Xu Fengnian led him to the snow flat.
"Pindao..."
When Song Zhiming saw the girl in purple whom he hadn't seen for a long time, he smiled and bowed.
"Uncle, you're welcome. My little girl was taken care of by uncle a lot in Wudang Mountain."
"Please don't ever see me outside."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng quickly stepped forward to stop him.
The two looked at each other and smiled without too much entanglement.
"Where is Changqing now..."
Song Zhiming turned his head and looked at the huge formation base, and then at the vast empty field on the left and right sides.
Somewhat curious.
"This is also the main reason why I asked Xiaonian to bring my uncle directly to this big snow plain."
"Evergreen, he..."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng told Song Zhiming everything about Wu Changqing.
Song Zhiming was shocked after hearing this.
Not caring about anything else, he quickly walked to the huge formation base and reached out to touch the boundless trees.
"It can't be that the immortal has come back to bite me."
"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this."
Song Zhiming's expression was slightly flustered.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng and Xu Fengnian's expressions tightened as they watched, and they subconsciously wanted to ask what this "immortal return" was.
"The return of immortality as mentioned by the great uncle."
"It's the process of Daoist masters failing to ascend and their souls returning to their homeland."
"Some real people's souls can stay in their hometown for three months to five years after returning to their hometown."
"When the time comes, you will fall into reincarnation."
Li Yuxu immediately spoke up to answer the question for the two of them, for fear that they would disturb Song Zhiming, who was concentrating on investigating the situation.
"What does it mean...it means that Changqing is very likely to fall into reincarnation recently?"
"That means...he...he's leaving."
The woman in purple trembled suddenly in her heart, and her figure was actually a little swaying.
"But this situation is different, little Master Uncle."
"The leader once said that the way my junior uncle cultivates is far from the ordinary way. It has the characteristics of changing fate against nature and not following the rules."
"It is very possible that the return of the little master uncle is the beginning of the reshaping of the soul."
Li Yufu saw that the woman in purple was in a daze, showing signs of imbalance in her Taoist heart.
He slapped his mouth and quickly finished the rest of his words.
Only then did Xuanyuan Qingfeng's eyes light up again, and Xu Fengnian breathed out heavily.
"Indeed, what Jade Ax said is true, Changqing..."
Song Zhiming retracted his palm, stroked his beard and smiled.
But he hasn't finished speaking yet.
A panicked guest interrupted the peace on the snowy plain.
"The master of the house! The master of the house is not well."
"The imperial court troops are calling!"
