"Why is this soup so spicy? I broke out in a sweat after just one sip!" Qingyue raised her head and looked at the woman in the white dress and replied with a wry smile. “Too spicy!”
The woman in the white dress was stunned, and looked at Qingyue with a strange smile.
Thinking of the young man who drank the soup before, the woman in the white dress said softly: "You are the second person in a thousand years to be able to taste the spicy taste in my soup."
Qingyue felt miserable at this moment, looking at the woman in front of her and not knowing what to do.
The woman in the white dress looked at Qingyue again and again, and then sighed quietly after a long while.
He said softly: "Miss Ye, if one day my sister has something to do and has to leave here, can you please do me a small favor and cook a hundred-year-old medicinal soup here and take a look at the scenery on the Wangchuan Bridge?"
Qingyue was stunned, looked at her and blurted out: "I'm sorry, senior, I just came to break into the tower, I have to go find my colleague Li Xiuyuan."
"That's it...it doesn't matter. You can't force this matter by chance."
Qingyue laughed when she heard this and replied: "I wonder if senior has seen my friend. If so, please tell me where he is, thank you."
The woman in the white dress looked at her and urged: "This soup is a rare treasure. If you drink a few more sips, the taste will change when it gets cold... Your companion had already crossed the bridge before you came. Went that way."
Qingpeng didn't wait for her to say anything else. He drank up the soup in the bowl in one gulp, took out his silk scarf to wipe the soup stains from the corners of his mouth, and returned the white porcelain bowl in his hand to her.
The woman in the white dress took the bowl, pointed to the green mountains and green water in front of the bridge, and said: "Since Miss Ye has seen the Wangchuan Bridge and drank the old woman's medicinal soup, let's go and see the scenery on the other side. We are destined to meet again." ....."
Qingyue looked at the green mountains and green waters on the other side, turned around, bowed her hands to the woman in the white dress and said, "I haven't asked my senior's name yet..."
The woman in the white dress looked at her and murmured: "My name is Wangchuan..."
Qingyue, who had already walked to the middle of the stone bridge and was about to step into another world, suddenly heard only the first few words of the woman in the white dress: "My name is Wangchuan..."
Before she could say goodbye to the woman, she saw a flash of golden light, and the person had already left the stone bridge and flew towards the green mountains and green waters ahead...
Looking at the direction in which the two people disappeared, the woman in the white dress turned around, but she turned into an old mother-in-law. She looked at the two big words "Naihe" on the stone bridge and smiled lightly.
...
"Crash!" There was a sound, and an old man whose age could not be discerned picked up a boy of about ten years old from the river.
"Where is this and why am I in the river?"
The boy woke up with a scream, and his first reaction was to jump up.
But the moment he jumped up, he turned somersault, fell to the ground and let out a scream.
"Who am I? My body..." Looking down, the young man was speechless. In his memory, he should have the body of a dragon, but the young man in front of him was pitifully weak. .
The young man shouted helplessly, stared blankly at the old man in green shirt and white beard standing in front of him, and murmured: "Who am I?"
"Who are you? You are an old man. I fished you out of the Wangchuan River."
The old man looked at him and said with a smile: "You drank a lot of water from the Lethe River. You are really a ghost if you can remember yourself."
The young man lowered his head and looked into the river, faintly seeing him who looked twelve years old. Faintly, an aura that was inconsistent with his age came to his heart.
Shaking his head, but still unable to get up, he couldn't help but look at the old man and sighed: "Who am I?"
"Only a ghost knows who you are. I only know that from this moment on, you are my child. My name is Li Changsheng. From now on, you will call me Li Wuxin after the old man. Who made you drink all this river water? "
The young man took a deep breath, looked at the old man and murmured: "Your name is Li Changsheng, and my name is Li Wuxin?"
"Li Changsheng, from Kunlun Mountain." The old man said with a smile: "From now on, you can practice with me."
"From Kunlun Mountain..." The young man couldn't help but murmured. Just as the old man said, he who has lost his memory now is no different from a careless person.
"Where is this place? Should I call you master or father from now on?" The young man came back to his senses, looked at the old man and murmured.
"Whatever you want! But the old man still likes you to call me master. A teacher is like a father. It's the same principle." The old man smiled and said: "This is the Traitor Heaven of the Desire Realm..."
After speaking, a golden light flew into the young man's divine sea, and the old man gave the young man in front of him a memory.
"The Traitor of the Realm of Desire?" Upon hearing such words, the young man's face changed slightly, and he looked at the old man, speechless. "I just drank a lot of water from the Wangchuan River and became a god?"
"Did you drink too much river water? Are you still dreaming?" Old Man Li Changsheng said with a smile.
"Welcome to the Trayastrim Heaven of Desire Realm. This place only gives you a chance to practice. Only ghosts know whether you can become a god..."
"Master, what do you think about my current state?" The young man couldn't help but ask.
The old man looked at him and shook his head, with a look of disgust on his face: "Don't you know your own state? I forgot that you drank too much river water. Well, you are now at the fifth level of Qi Refining."
Hearing this, the expression of the young man named Li Wuxin did not change, because he did not know what the level of the fifth level of Qi Refining in the Desire Realm was.
He felt that his first priority was to read, understand the world, and understand his own body and cultivation.
"Let's go! Haven't you drunk enough of this river water?"
The old man glanced at him, turned around and left. Li Wuxin was startled, waved his arm and shouted: "Master, wait for me."
...
The Kunlun Fairy Mountain in the Desire Realm, the Trayast and Litian, stretches for tens of thousands of miles.
The Kunlun Sect can be said to have a long history. It is an orthodox Immortal Emperor sect. It was located here when the Immortal Emperors were fighting for hegemony tens of thousands of years ago. Due to the long history, even the oldest Immortal Emperor is now The leader couldn’t scream either.
Therefore, old man Li Changsheng often came back and scolded them for forgetting the songs of their ancestors, even his own ancestors.
Millions of years have passed, and the Kunlun Sect is no longer the same imperial clan that used to persecute and exploit the Celestial Immortal Sect. Over time, the Kunlun Sect gradually began to decline, although it occasionally revived...
"The elder is not good. Elder Li has accepted a disciple. He seems to be a mortal."
It was nearly noon, and the great elder of the Kunlun Sect was sitting in the room meditating. His disciples hurriedly followed him to report.
"Is he crazy?" The great elder opened his eyes and said calmly: "If he accepts a mortal at this time, how will he practice in the future?"
A mortal under the mountain wants to be the disciple of Kunlun Immortal? Is this a joke?
Even Kunlun's handyman disciples have deep spiritual roots. As long as they practice for a hundred years, they can hope to embark on the road to immortality.
What can a mortal do? Not even qualified to carry water?
"But, he was brought up the mountain by Elder Li Changshang himself." The disciple replied timidly.
"Li Changsheng?" The great elder couldn't help but glared at him and said, "Didn't he care about worldly affairs and only focus on immortality? Why did he think of accepting a mortal as a disciple?"
Li Changsheng is a member of the Kunlun Sect, but the Kunlun Sect is unwilling to admit his existence. Because he never cared about the affairs of the faction, he just wanted to ask about immortality.
In his words: "Everything is inferior, only immortality is high!"
The name Li Changsheng sounds very majestic, but a group of elders are unwilling to buy his account because he never regards himself as a member of the Kunlun Sect.
Since ancient times, no one has seen Li Changsheng practice the technique for several days, but no one dares to challenge him. Because in his words, the grass on the grave of anyone who fights against him has withered and flourished for hundreds of thousands of years.
In this way, Li Changsheng became a godly man who lived in Kunlun and had no regard for Kunlun, an outsider who was detached from Kunlun but would show his eyes from time to time.
A person that no one dares to mess with.
"So what did Li Changsheng bring? Drive that mortal down the mountain and don't dirty the main hall on the mountain!" The great elder's beautiful mood was instantly turned off by the words Li Changsheng.
"But Elder Li gave the Kunlun Order to him, a mortal." The disciples were so frightened that they fell on Li's side. He also saw the great elder's anger.
"Kunlun Order!" The great elder was shocked. He lowered his head and was silent for a long time, then said quietly: "Let all the elders gather in the main hall, and let the mortal come to see you!"
Counting Li Changsheng, the Kunlun sect only had seven elders. In less than half an hour, the other six except Li Changsheng sat quietly in the main hall.
The Kunlun Orders are five ancient orders left by the ancient immortal emperors. The other four were recovered from Kunlun hundreds of years ago.
However, no one could have imagined that the last one would fall into Li Changsheng's hands.
The elders did not control Li Changsheng because he could not defeat him, but because he had the last Kunlun Order in his hand.
Those who hold this order can take charge of the Kunlun Sect.
Those who carry out this order can make any request to Kunlun.
This is why the elder had to summon the leaders to come and find a solution.
Standing on the Kunlun Fairy Mountain and outside the Kunlun Sect's main hall, looking at the majestic and solemn main hall in front of him and the six elders sitting quietly in the main hall, Li Wuxin shook his head gently.
There was a voice in his head telling him, who are you?
The reality is that he has followed the old man to the legendary Kunlun Wonderland. With his cultivation at the fifth level of Qi refining, he wanted to become an official disciple of the Kunlun Sect.
It feels like a dream.
The six elders above the high hall looked coldly at Li Wuxin who was standing outside the hall.
However, even if the six elders released their immortal aura and wanted to stare the mortal in front of him out of the hall, Li Wuxin looked calm and indifferent and ignored them at all.
"People outside the hall, please come in!" In desperation, the great elder could only say coldly: "I heard that Elder Li gave you his Kunlun Order. Please take it out."
Upon hearing this, Li Wuxin walked into the hall and quietly took out a black token.
When the master took him to the Kunlun Fairy Mountain, Jie Wuxin did not expect that the old man actually dived into the mountains and disappeared without a trace.
Just as he turned to leave, he threw a black token to him. In fact, Li Wuxin didn't know what the use of this brand was.
Later, I carefully read through the memories that the old man left in his mind, and then I realized that this was a treasure.
When the Immortal Emperor carried the destiny, he sent out five pieces of Kunlun Tokens. After thousands of years, Kunlun spent countless efforts and commitments to take back four of them. This was the last one in his hand.
A token that can serve as the leader of Kunlun and give orders to everyone in Kunlun.
Millions of years passed, Li Wuxin held the ancient token in his hand and was filled with emotion. He did not expect that his master would throw the token to him without even blinking.
The great elder took out a Kunlun Token that he had received before, compared it with the one in Li Wuxin's hand, and finally confirmed that this Kunlun Token was genuine.
The Kunlun Sect has always wanted to take back this ancient order from Li Changsheng, but Li Changsheng refused to buy it. He claimed that the ancient order was his treasure and no one would give it to him.
But no one could have imagined that Li Changsheng would casually give this Kunlun Ancient Token to Li Wuxin, a mortal brought from the mountain, as if he had taken ecstasy today.
...
And the one who was fished out of the Wangchuan River by the old man and brought back to Kunlun Mountain was naturally Li Xiuyuan who drank the Meng Po soup on the Naihe Bridge.
The six paths of reincarnation have just begun.
