Nalan Qiuxue from Kunlun lived in a small house in Yingbin Building, staring out the window in silence every day.
The fallen flowers outside the window turned into mud and were replaced by green fruits.
The snow-capped mountains in the distant peaks are still covered with snow, as if they were two women in a quiet room. This is the Kunlun Snow Mountain.
Murong Anran came over to greet him as usual every day, but every time he was scolded by the woman in the red dress and ran away.
The senior brothers and sisters who luckily escaped from Fenghuang Mountain, like Nalan Qiuxue, stayed in the welcoming building, waiting for the elders of the sect to come and deal with the matter.
Only the two monks who were lucky enough to come out of Yunqi Temple said goodbye to Kunlun and embarked on the journey back to the temple.
No matter what, they have to invite the elders from the temple to rescue the brothers who are trapped in the secret realm.
"Junior sister, are you hungry? If we are hungry, we will go out to eat. It is said that the elders of Kunlun have arranged some new dishes today." The woman in the red dress said to Nalan Qiuxue.
Nalan Qiuxue shook her head and replied: "Senior sister, just bring me a bowl of white porridge."
"Junior sister, come out quickly. You have been in the house for a whole month." The woman in the red dress looked at Nalan Qiuxue, who was in a daze, and frowned.
In early spring, an old monk with a white beard came to the top of Wentian Peak. Watson, who was staring at the abyss, did not move. He sat for a while and then went down the mountain.
In mid-spring, Liao Chen also came here, looked at the white pagoda in the pavilion and said, "Please all the Buddhas and sages to bless Watson for his safe return, and let me know when he comes out."
In early summer, neither of them came, but the senior brother who had escaped from Kunlun came.
The young monk who had saved his life stared blankly at the White Pagoda and murmured: "Please all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas keep our senior brother in Kunlun safe and sound, and wish our little junior brother to come back soon."
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The summer solstice has not yet arrived, and there is a drizzle in the sky.
Finally, the pattering rained down from the abyss, waking up the boy from his spring dream.
The sky has not yet completely brightened up, and the young man who has been quiet for a spring wakes up from his deep sleep. He slowly opens his eyes and looks at the empty mountains and the new rain, as the sky is about to break.
I couldn't help but murmured softly: "Am I still alive?"
In his mind's memory, the terrifying scene of hugging a zombie still lingered.
The moment you bit my neck and I bit you, in his opinion, he was afraid that he might not survive.
Even if he survives, he will become another zombie in the abyss.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and shout wildly: "I don't want to die yet! I want to find my sister!"
While shouting, he reached out to touch his face to see if it had become as stiff as a zombie.
"You disturbed me!" A faint voice floated over, startling Watson.
Turning and looking at the little monk walking up from the stone ping step by step, Watson couldn't help but exclaimed: "Senior, please tell me whether I am a human or a ghost."
"With your appearance, can you compare with the zombies in the abyss? If I weren't afraid that something would happen to you, I would still be sleeping right now."
The little monk sat quietly at the table and smiled quietly: "It's okay. Are you hungry?"
Watson looked at him, opened his mouth, touched his belly and said, "I'm going to die. How many days have passed? How can I be like a starving ghost?"
After a long while, the little monk said quietly: "It was still snowing when you were fighting zombies in the abyss, but now it's summer."
He finished and smiled lightly: "Don't look at me, I don't have anything to eat."
Watson thought for a while, then asked with his mouth wide open: "Senior, am I a human or a zombie right now?"
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It was almost time when Watson was holding a pot of porridge and the young monk was holding a cup of tea.
The little monk glanced at Watson and said with a smile: "Are you okay after eating enough? You bite the zombies in the abyss. Do you want to become like them?"
Watson sighed and said helplessly: "I was scared at the time! I didn't think much about it."
There was nothing he could do, the zombie was much stronger than him, and they were so entangled that he had no chance to turn around or draw his sword.
The young monk looked at him and frowned tightly: "The zombies under the abyss have evil spirits. If you bite it, it will absorb the evil spirits. If you cannot refine it, you will become a living zombie."
"A living zombie? What about my current situation?" Watson frowned.
He went to the tomb in the abyss to eliminate the zombies and demons in it to prevent these zombies from coming out and harming the world after the seal was broken in the future.
But I never thought that I would almost turn into a zombie, and that I would have to go down the mountain to Kunlun.
"Something happened in the temple. Since you are not dead, you should leave here quickly."
The young monk shook his head and said calmly: "The two old men and the young monk went to Wentian Peak to look for you. Something happened in the temple."
After speaking, she reached out and held Watson's little hand, and Jingjingxue began to explore it.
After a long time passed quietly, the little monk let go of Watson's hand.
He smiled with satisfaction: "You are only twelve years old but your cultivation has reached the ninth level of the Golden Core. It's time to face the storms of the world."
Watson was startled when he heard this, and then he checked his body and cultivation.
If you don't know it, even his formless body has broken through to the middle stage of the fourth level. With his current cultivation level, he can even withstand the assassins of the Nascent Soul Realm.
Feeling the breath of summer, Watson couldn't help shouting: "Senior, you scared me to death!"
From being unable to gather Qi to being unable to break through the realm after gathering Qi, Hua also has the pursuit and expectation of a better life and strong cultivation in Yunqi Temple.
Even if there are great hardships in life, there will be a day of light.
Shaking his head, the young monk said with a smile: "Not bad, not bad. Just because of your body, you don't need to be afraid of this Nascent Soul Realm killer."
Watson smiled, pointed to the top of his head and said, "Everything depends on God's arrangement."
The young monk put down the tea cup in his hand and said quietly: "You have died twice. Don't risk your life again. If you can't beat him, just run away."
Watson touched his head and said with a wry smile: "That's right. If you can't beat me this time, try again next time."
The little monk sighed and said seriously: "I can stay in this world for less than two years at most, if you can't bring the meteorite back before I leave."
Taking a breath, the little monk said word by word: "I'm afraid you will have to stay in the abyss for the next few decades."
Naturally, Watson knew the seriousness of this matter. After thinking about it, he looked at the young monk and asked, "I still have many questions that I have not yet figured out, such as how to return to Wentian Peak, how to enter the third level of the abyss, The fourth floor..."
So, the little monk lowered his voice and patiently explained to him.
It wasn't until he nodded to express his complete understanding that the young monk said reluctantly: "Come back early, and I can practice the remaining sword skills to subjugate the devil with you."
After speaking, a breeze blew up and carried Watson towards the abyss.
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It was almost time for Watson to return to Yunqi Temple.
When passing by the small courtyard, he did not enter the house, but was going to go on and go to the Buddhist hall to find the master to see what happened?
Suddenly, a mountain bird flew in front of him, making him take a step back, and then he heard the master's sigh coming from the small courtyard.
Watson was stunned and asked in a daze: "Master, why do you want to come to this small courtyard like this disciple?"
Gently pushing open the courtyard door, the green pears in the small courtyard have completed a flower arrangement, and the branches are covered with attractive green pears.
A pot of spiritual tea was boiling on the stone table under the tree, and there was a faint mist. There was also a plate of freshly opened pastries on the table.
Liao Chen, who was sitting under the tree, was silent for a moment, looked at Watson and said quietly: "You took a longer time this time. Is it possible that you encountered trouble under the abyss?"
"Almost." Watson picked up the teapot and poured hot tea into the teacup, thinking about what the little monk said under the abyss.
He said calmly: "This disciple almost died under the abyss this time... Fortunately, this disciple is blessed with great fortune. After sleeping for a spring, he finally woke up..."
Upon hearing this, Liao Chen fell silent.
In Xindao Yunqi Temple, except for his own disciples, no one could be the opponent of the demons under the abyss anymore. This guy even dared to bite a zombie.
This is risking your life!
Seeing that his master was silent, Watson had no choice but to say: "It doesn't matter if you think about it? After all, things like this don't happen every time. Master, you should talk about the big things that happened in the temple, right?"
"You just came down from Wentian Peak, how did you know something big happened in the temple?"
Liao Chen smiled, then looked at Watson solemnly and said, "To be precise, something big happened in Kunlun. Your uncle and I have been looking forward to your return from the abyss as soon as possible."
There was a bang, like a thunder that sounded over Watson's head!
"Something happened to Kunlun? What will happen to Kunlun? My sister is still in Kunlun. Has something happened to my sister too?"
Thinking of his sister who went to Kunlun with Tantai Xiaoyu, Watson felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and looked at his master speechless.
Liao Chen frowned and looked at Watson, sighing: "Now that you have come back, it will be up to you to change everything that happens there. In addition to your sister, you and your senior brother are also trapped in the secret realm."
After saying that, he placed a yellowed letter in front of Watson, and then said: "After this happened, your uncle and I are also very worried. What level of cultivation are you at now?"
As a master, Liao Chen suddenly couldn't understand his disciple's cultivation after Watson broke through to the fourth level of the formless body.
Before feeling his pulse, he had no choice but to ask.
Watson read the content of the letter twice, and then said slowly: "The disciple is still a Golden elixir monk, but his physical body cultivation has broken through to the fourth middle stage."
After saying this, Watson couldn't help but look at the green pears on the tree and sighed heavily.
After watching the master remain silent for a long time, he said sadly: "This disciple will not be able to eat the green pears from this tree this year."
Liao Chen smiled, pointed to the sky, and said quietly: "The sky is high, let the birds fly. I never thought that you are just practicing at Wentian Peak for one year, and then you are going to travel in the world."
"The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty"
In a daze, Liao Chen returned to that afternoon.
When Watson's parents took their son who was unable to practice cultivation and entrusted him to his senior brother to die, although Watson was clean at that time, his eyes were confused.
How many years has passed?
The boy who couldn't practice and spent countless spiritual medicines to gather his energy back then has grown up to be a young legend who will step into the world alone to save his sister and senior brother who are trapped in a secret realm.
Seeing Watson's frowning expression, Liao Chen couldn't help but say: "Monks in the Kunlun Secret Realm Nascent Soul Realm cannot enter, but it is tailor-made for you."
Watson couldn't help but sigh heavily as he thought about how his senior fellow apprentices in the temple were trapped in a secret realm and how his sister didn't know what was going on inside.
His voice was slightly gravelly as he said, "Compared with the safety of my sister and senior brothers, I would rather that this matter had not happened. I would rather stay under the abyss to practice."
Liao Chen was stunned for a moment and looked at the teapot spraying hot mist on the table, silent for a moment.
I thought that since the tiger had come out of the fence, it would have to go down the mountain to fight hard.
But what Watson was thinking about was that even if his sister was not trapped in Kunlun, he would still have to go there.
Just for the legendary meteorite.
