Xuanyuan, Minghun Palace.
A flash of red swept over the cliff and slowly fell in front of the temple. A woman in white clothes and plain skirt appeared, cool and elegant.
It was Han Hongrui.
In the Battle of Beiliang, the Qilin Demon Lord was unparalleled in power and besieged Xuanyuan Yunzhou with overwhelming golden flames, killing seven out of ten. Most of Xuanyuan's men were killed and injured, including his brother Han Dongxing.
When he returned to his clan, he checked the clan soul lantern and found out that his eldest brother had passed away. Han Hongrui was deeply saddened, so she took off her red clothes and put on plain clothes to show her mourning and filial piety.
To this day, it has been more than ten years, but the sorrow in his heart has not diminished at all, and his cultivation has also stagnated, with no progress.
Just as he was putting away the magic weapon and planning to move into the palace, he suddenly heard a clear female voice and saw a pretty girl with a bun and a Taoist robe coming out of the room.
"Senior Sister Han, you're here too." The girl came closer and bowed, it was Wei Shan.
In the blink of an eye, the once skinny tomboy now shows a bit of jasper's appearance, and his cultivation has improved rapidly. He has reached the advanced stage a few years ago. I think he will reach perfection in three or two years and hit the golden elixir avenue. .
"I have nothing to do, so I came to the Soul Palace to have a look. I didn't expect you to be there." Han Hongrui returned the salute and said calmly.
Wei Shan knew what he meant, blinked and replied with a smile: "Senior sister, don't worry, senior brother Yuan's soul lamp is stable and the flame is bright. He must be full of energy and no danger of disaster. Maybe he is enjoying himself somewhere right now." Woolen cloth!"
"That's good." Han Hongrui just smiled when she heard this, nodded her head gently, and looked back into the distance, already thinking about leaving.
Seeing this, Wei Shan suddenly changed his mind and asked, "Sister, will you be free later?"
"Of course I do. Why, is there anything important?" Han Hongrui thought for a moment and replied.
Wei Shan took a step forward and replied with a smile: "It's nothing serious. I just made an agreement with Senior Brother Wang to go to his place to get the magic weapon today. It's rare to meet Senior Sister here, why not go with us?"
"Senior Brother Wang..." Han Hongrui thought again in her heart.
For ten years, he had lived in isolation. Apart from coming to the Soul Palace from time to time to check on the safety of Yuan and Qing Dynasties, he also dealt with clan affairs. He had very little contact with anyone in the family and had no communication at all.
There seems to be something wrong with going there rashly now. Moreover, even if I go, I don't know what to say with my cold temperament. I stand on my own and will make people unhappy for no reason.
While he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt his body lighten up, but it was Wei Shan who took advantage of his unpreparedness, jumped up with his arms, and flew into the air on a banana leaf.
"Senior Sister, let's go! I heard that Senior Brother Wang has recently made some jars of good wine, so we should go try it too!"
The green light flashed, and the banana leaves flew away like an arrow from the string, leaving the girl's smile behind, rippling in the air around and around, and also swayed into Han Hongrui's heart.
"You might as well give it a try."
...
Xuanyuan, Chixia Peak.
After leaving the Minghun Hall, we headed west, then turned south, and for more than a hundred miles, we arrived at Chixia Peak, where Wang Qing was.
Because the mountain is rich in red copper, every time there is a thunderstorm, red smoke will gather in the sky above the top of the mountain, like clouds swaying, hence its name.
And because there are several underground fire dragon veins intersecting underneath, this mountain is also the place where the door refines weapons. There are six main halls and several secret rooms, all hidden in the belly of the mountain.
Wei Shan and the two came to one of the six halls, the Molten Fire Hall.
After putting away the magic weapon, he shook his hand and threw out a transmission note. After a while, he saw a strong figure rushing outside.
"Hahaha, sister Wei Shan, you're here!" Before anyone arrived, the voice came first, still as loud and rough as ever, it was Wang Qing.
When he stood still, he saw that Han Hongrui was also here, and then said, "Hey, Junior Sister Han is here too. It's really been a long time since I last saw you!"
Han Hongrui bowed politely and said, "I've met Senior Brother Wang."
Wei Shan took a few steps forward, lightly touched Wang Qing's waist with his elbow, and asked with a sly look: "Senior Brother Wang, I heard that you got two new jars of spiritual wine, why didn't you call me Junior Sister? Is it because of feelings? If you are separated, you can’t even separate the wine?”
The corner of Wang Qing's mouth twitched slightly when he heard this, but then he smiled and said, "Look at what you said, am I this kind of person! I don't think of you, junior sister, because you usually practice hard, and you just got these two jars of wine not long ago. Brother, I didn’t have time to taste it. I was afraid it wouldn’t be to your liking, so I thought I’d share it with you after I tasted it.”
"So that's how it is!" Wei Shan chuckled and continued: "Senior brother loves you, and I'm happy for it, but there's no need to go to so much trouble. Senior Sister Han happens to be here today. Isn't it wonderful for you and me to have a drink together? You Are you saying that, Senior Brother Wang?"
"Yes, junior sister is right." Wang Qing responded with a smile, but his heart was bitter, and he thought to himself: "My spiritual wine, I haven't even had a few sips of it myself, and it's gone again! No, This debt must be recorded on Junior Brother Yuan’s head. When he comes back, I, Old Wang, will definitely..."
"Senior Brother Wang, what are you thinking about?" Wei Shan interrupted his thoughts before he could finish his thoughts.
"No, it's nothing." Wang Qing smiled and replied, "What about that, two junior sisters, come with me." After saying that, he released a yellow jade flying boat and left first.
The two girls still followed behind on a handful of banana leaves. They laughed and laughed all the way, and every word fell into Wang Qing's ears.
The man smiled innocently, feeling that the wind today was very comforting!
But at the same time, on the floating peak, the leader Wu Xuechuan, dressed in white, was leaning slightly to ask for training.
There is a jade tree growing about ten feet in front of him. It is pure white and crystal clear. Its branches are folded like antlers, with blooming leaves on them, as bright as clouds.
Just under the clouds, there is another dark blue stone platform, on which sits a woman, with a graceful gauze, an ethereal posture, eyes as deep as a deep pool, and a temperament that is even more pure than a jade tree.
With the light tap of his jade finger, the spiritual light flashed and condensed into a crystal water mirror; what was reflected in the mirror was a vast mountainous field, lush and endless.
"This is it." The woman said, her voice as ethereal as a mysterious voice from the heavens.
Wu Xuechuan looked at the water mirror, thought about it again and again, and then replied: "Xuechuan is stupid and doesn't know where the mountains and fields are. I hope my ancestors will tell me."
But I saw the woman getting up, taking one step in vain, and then taking another step, she turned into crystal flowers and leaves, and disappeared.
"North of Xuanyuan, south of Jingtian, is the capital of ghosts and ghosts, a country of evil in the white night."
...
Eight hundred miles away, the Su family.
In the clan ancestral hall, incense is lingering and candles are brightly lit.
The man was dressed in a black and gold robe, holding three sticks of fragrance, and bowed respectfully in front of the ancestral tablet; behind him, there were three men and one woman, wearing green, white, blue and gold robes, lined up on both sides, following him Worship.
After the ceremony, the man in black robe turned around, and with a thought, he sacrificed an ink-colored mysterious pattern, which evolved into a talisman and bound the entire ancestral hall.
The ban immediately disappeared. The man put his hands behind his hands and said in a deep voice, "Has everything been arranged?"
The one on the right, the man in green, was the first to reply: "The inversion of the Return to Origin Formation has been laid."
Immediately afterwards, the gold-robed man on the left also replied: "The teleportation array has also been set up. With just one sound transmission, the five envoys of the Netherworld can teleport here."
Then came the blue-robed man on the second right: "The Blood Ancestor Demonic Sword is still being refined, and it will be fully functional in another month."
Finally, there is the female cultivator in white, second from the left: "The elites of the younger generation in the clan have all been sent to various places, either for the sake of experience or due to missions. Tianqi and Ziyi also arrived at Moyu Mountain three days ago in the name of escorting spiritual stones. It’s no big deal.”
"Okay," the man in Xuan robe nodded and replied: "The Xuanyin envoy sent a message a few days ago, saying that in a few months the secret key to Lingxiao will reappear in the world, and each sect will send people to fight for it. At that time, all the real Yuanying masters will leave the sect, and all the sects will If there is emptiness, we should make big plans!”
After hearing the words, the four people's hearts were shocked. Their eyes met for a moment and then they replied in unison: "Follow the decree of the master of the family."
...
To the east of Luzhou is Zhongshan.
Within the Zhongshan Mountain, between the peaks, there is a deep valley, spanning hundreds of miles, with green bamboo growing all over it, which is called summer.
In the center of Xia Valley, deep in the bamboo forest, there is a three-story pavilion, which is made of sapphire and is seamlessly integrated.
On that day, a ray of starlight fell into the valley and fell in front of the building, revealing an old man in a gray robe with big sleeves and a childlike face.
It is Quyi, the leader of Shangqing.
As he appeared, another person walked out of the pavilion, but he was wearing a cloud brocade green gauze, the green silk was scattered like a waterfall, his skin was like beautiful jade, his skin was like gelatin, his face was stunning and natural, more brilliant than the clouds and clearer than the moonlight.
After the two of them greeted each other, the woman asked, "I wonder if the master is here. What's important?" Her voice was light and gentle, like the cry of a divine bird.
Qu Yi smiled and replied: "Come and give me some advice, Senior Sister."
"Oh, I would like to hear the details." the woman replied.
Qu Yi glanced at the woman, and then said: "When the fifth month expires, the secret key to Ling Xiao will appear again in the white night. Qu Yi specially invites senior sister to go there to determine the cause and effect."
The woman was silent; Qu Yi was unwilling to give up. She took a few steps forward and asked: "Senior Sister Qingyin, the thunder disaster is coming. How long are you going to delay the cause and effect of this Jade King and the past grudges and grudges!"
"good."
...
Small town, Pingshui Tower.
Let's talk about Yuan Qing, when he heard a cold snort and fell to the ground, the young man felt that his whole body was completely suppressed, and the movement of his spiritual energy returned to its original state.
However, the next moment, he was seen standing up hurriedly and bowing respectfully to the young man in green, with a sincere expression and full courtesy.
Just because of the spiritual guidance in the dark, the person in front of me seems to have a lot to do with it!
And under the induction of the sword heart, this person is like a supreme magic weapon. Although it is sheathed and the sharp edge is restrained, the sword intention still spreads out, silently, extremely refined and pure. He must be a senior sword cultivator without a doubt!
Whether he is a Supreme Sword Immortal or not is still a matter of debate, but his supreme swordsmanship alone is worthy of respect, so with this bow, Yuan Qing is sincerely convinced.
Seeing this scene, the young man in green clothes stopped and said calmly: "It's not too stupid."
After speaking, he raised his hand and pointed his empty finger towards Yuan Qing's eyebrows; then he took one step forward and disappeared without a trace.
But in Dao Yuanqing's eyes, when that finger fell, an unparalleled sword intent arose; the sword intent condensed and turned into a pale sword shadow, which disappeared in a flash and cut straight into his Niwan Palace!
With a soft sound, the shadow of the sword penetrated his brain and disappeared. The young man's body shook and he fell back on his seat, his face was pale, and his aura was fading like a tide.
He only knows that in the sea of consciousness, bits and pieces of stars are falling like rain, scattering out of the Niwan Palace, flowing with the sword energy, and integrating into the limbs and bones, as well as the acupoints all over the body.
It was the Star Bead that was shattered!
The sword strike just now actually cut off Yuan Qing's Consciousness Sea Star Pearl, causing his cultivation level to regress to the level of the eighth level.
In addition, the transparent sword heart also disintegrated under this sword and scattered like quicksand.
Taking a deep breath, suppressing the surge of blood, the young man left the table and was about to leave, but he heard the man in black robe beside him ask: "Are you leaving now?"
Yuan Qing stood still after hearing the words, saluted and replied: "Senior, is there anything else?"
The man waved his hand and said with a smile: "Little guy, don't be nervous, I just want to find someone to have a drink with."
Seeing Yuan Qing's figure not moving but his thoughts changing, the man said again: "Why, a dignified disciple of Xuanyuan, a disciple of Shangqing Sword Cultivator, but he doesn't have the guts to drink a glass of turbid wine?"
As soon as these words came out, a gleam of light flashed in Yuan Qing's eyes, and then he showed a free and easy attitude and sat down calmly.
The man smiled slightly when he saw this, turned his palm and took out a jade bowl and placed it in front of the table, then took it with his fingers and threw it into the bowl.
But seeing the ripples rippling, wine appeared out of thin air, as clear as water, colorless and odorless.
After marveling, Yuan Qing picked up the jade bowl and asked, "Senior, may I ask, does this wine have a name?"
"The human world." The man replied.
"What a good name!" Yuan Qing praised, and then drank a full bowl of human world with a brave voice.
The wine was in his stomach, and he was ignorant and unconscious. The next moment, he felt drunkenly, floating like falling into the clouds, and lost consciousness in the blink of an eye.
Yuan Qing fell asleep on the table.
The man chuckled and took the jade bowl, and drank it in one gulp.
"Let's see how long this dream lasts for you..."
