Nalan Qiuxue from Kunlun lived in a small house in Yingbin Building, and stared 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 quietly in the house. 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 were staying in the guest building like Nalan Qiuxue, waiting for the elders of the sect to come and deal with the matter.

Only the two monks from Yunqi Temple who were lucky enough to escape alive 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: "Sister, just bring me a bowl of white porridge."

"Junior sister, please come out quickly. You have been staying 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. He saw that Watson was motionless under the abyss. He sat there 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 looked at the white pagoda blankly and murmured: "Please protect the senior brother Kunlun from all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas and wish him to come back soon."

…

The summer solstice has not yet arrived, and a drizzle has fallen from 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. 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.

You bit my neck, and the moment I bit you, it seemed to him 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 it's already summer."

After that, he 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?"

…

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? 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, it 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.

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 stretched out her hand to hold Watson's little hand, and Jingjingxue began to explore it.

After a long moment passed quietly, the young monk let go of Watson's hand.

He laughed 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, 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, and living like grass in Yunqi Temple, Hua also pursues and hopes for a better life and strong cultivation.

Even if there are great hardships in life, there will eventually be a bright day.

Shaking his head, the young monk smiled and said, "That's right, that's right. Just because of your body, you don't have 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 and how to enter the third level of the abyss.

The fourth floor..."

So, the young 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 for subduing demons with you."

After speaking, a breeze blew up and took Watson away to the abyss.

…

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 continue forward and go to the Buddhist hall to find the master to see what happened?

Suddenly, a mountain bird flew in front of him, causing him to 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 of your 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 brewing 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 was almost dead under the abyss this time... Fortunately, I am blessed with great fortune. After sleeping for a spring, I finally woke up..."

When Liao Chen heard this, he was immediately silent.

In Xindao Yunqi Temple, except for his own disciples, probably no one is a match for those demons under the abyss. This guy even dares 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, why don't you tell me about the major events that happened in the temple?"

"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."
To be continued...