Chapter 3 The young man with white hair returns to Wudang!
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The red lotus is in full bloom.
In front of the lotus pond, Ling Tong suddenly smiled. He raised a finger and tapped it gently. A red lotus withered and its petals were flying, crystal clear like drops of blood.
"With snow-like temples and gray hair, this is the fate of those who are greedy for success and rush forward. Look at this Nine Nether Red Lotus, it is the most poignant and beautiful. You will die under the red lotus and fall into the sky..."
Tianlao Street.
Walking on the cold, clean stone slab with few footprints, Su Qinian came to the sky prison.
In front of the cold gate made of molten iron and as black as ink, the two gatekeepers guarding the heavenly prison could not take their eyes away. They were dressed in iron armor with a faint blue lotus pattern. The energy on their bodies was very strong. Even if they tried their best to restrain themselves, they still formed a kind of aura while standing in front of the gate.
A powerful deterrent. The higher your cultivation level and the deeper your understanding, the more you will be afraid of it.
These are two first-class Hunyuan realm generals, at least from the fourth rank, but they are only the gatekeepers of Tianlao.
Rumor has it that there are nine levels in the Heavenly Prison. Each level that goes deeper will imprison extraordinary felons and even great demons and demonic lords. There are legends in the martial arts world that the ninth level, the deepest level, even imprisons the supreme figure of Yuan Shen Chunyang.
, that is a powerful person comparable to the Great Emperor of the Monster Clan, extraordinary.
Seeing Su Qinian, the two generals' hearts moved, and they understood the identity of the visitor. Speaking of which, when this young man first entered Chang'an City, he came to the Tianyao Prison. At first, they did not expect that such an ordinary-looking man would be there.
The strange young man actually stirred up the wind and rain in Chang'an in the next period of time, shaking all directions, and became the new head of the Taoist temple that was almost in ruins, and he was also the youngest one in history.
However, as the two goalkeepers couldn't help but look at him, they hesitated, because compared to the first time they met again, the young man looked more ordinary, and he didn't even have any fluctuations in his cultivation energy.
Why are his temple hairs all white? His head is full of gray hair, and his body is full of the vicissitudes of old age.
Could it be that there was something wrong with the practice and that the cultivation level was completely ruined?
The two people came up with this speculation because they looked so similar. Once a martial arts practitioner builds the foundation and opens the sky, and the Dantian Qi sea is achieved, the internal Qi is equivalent to the essence of the physical body. If the Qi is exhausted, the person will
Sluggishness, if the Dantian Qi sea is broken and the cultivation level is lost, it may even lead to premature aging and severe damage.
Looking at the cold iron door in front of him, Su Qinian didn't pay attention to the looks of the two goalkeepers. He stood quietly for a long time, then dropped to his knees, kowtowed nine times towards the door, then stood up and left without looking back.
.
He believed that the two elders would never stay in the prison for too long.
If he hadn't made this trip to the Dragon Tomb, he might have had to plan carefully. Now that he had some information and preparations, he could start to get started.
Instead of returning to the Taoist Temple, Su Qinian headed straight towards Chang'an City.
At this moment, in the main hall of the Taoist temple, the old master read a letter and then threw himself into the brazier in front of him, with a strange look on his face.
On the stone road.
Some pedestrians and urchins passing by pointed and looked at the old boy in front of them, walking forward with a sense of twilight.
There are adults who hold the children and refuse to come close. Generally speaking, such abnormality, even if it is just a young man, is a member of the martial arts world.
For ordinary people, what they are most afraid of being involved in is the grievances and grudges of the Jianghu, the children of the Jianghu, licking blood with the tip of a knife, and often walking on the edge of life and death. If you get involved with such people, you will often not end well.
"Is it really useless?"
"I have been in seclusion for more than half a month. After I came out of seclusion, I experienced many vicissitudes of life. I either became obsessed with it or lost all my abilities."
Many big forces are speculating that if he is really abolished, the second son of the Su family is really ill-fated. He once rose to fame in Chang'an, and even showed great potential after the trip to Longzhong, and he has been chasing the throne.
The former seventh prince Liu Qingchen, who was probably in the top 20 in the Dragon and Tiger Ranking list, went crazy after being imprisoned and lost all his skills. It has to be said that this is a kind of destiny.
However, there are also many forces speculating whether it is that ominous sword. There have always been records that none of the inheritors of the life-saving sword in the past generations can live past the age of forty-nine. They all showed their twilight in their youth.
The color is old in advance.
Forbidden City, Nine Emperors Palace.
"It's really retribution. The descendants of the Life-Ending Sword are aging faster than all the descendants of the life-saving sword in the past. This means that your life is not long! However, no matter how short your life is, it will still be a long time. What are you doing for living for so long?"
On a large nanmu chair with dragon patterns, the Ninth Prince Liu Qingming sat on it, with several maids and an old eunuch waiting beside him.
His eyes were cold and he said in a cold voice: "Originally, if you were just huddled in the Taoist temple, I couldn't go against the seventh brother's wishes. But now that you have a problem with your practice and want to go out, don't blame me for being rude. Since
You are already a half-disabled person, so just stay there honestly. Since you are looking for discomfort, this palace will help you."
"Eunuch Wei!"
"Your Majesty Ninth Prince!"
Next to Liu Qingming, the silver-haired old eunuch bowed.
"Let Ming Shi take action, cleanly and neatly."
"Yes, His Highness Ninth Prince."
The old eunuch retreated, Liu Qingming looked around, and waved away the palace maids. Then, he sat alone on the big nanmu chair, with a very ugly expression on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Damn it, after returning to the palace, my father will only
I summoned the Seventh Brother alone, as well as the Hanyang Princess from the Demon Suppressing Prince's Mansion, there must be something I don't know about it, what exactly happened, and why I feel like something big is being hidden from me."
Liu Qingming didn't know the truth, but he felt a sense of isolation. This was something that could not be underestimated in the royal family. Who could inherit the throne in the coming year was a matter of grasping destiny and achieving the status of quasi-sage. Even though he knew that he was far inferior to his seventh brother and his eldest brother,
Even the eleventh sister, Liu Qingming, will never give up. In fact, Liu Qingming knows clearly that every brother and sister is secretly accumulating strength to win over important officials in the court. The mother clan behind some brothers and sisters is powerful and profound, and even
The family members of important ministers of the third rank and above in the court were selected to enter the harem and became nobles or even concubines.
For example, his mother is a noble imperial concubine who plays a decisive role in the harem. Therefore, even if his martial arts training is not as good as that of his three elder brothers, in terms of his background and supporters in the court, he is second only to the three.
After people.
It's a pity that this trip to Longzhong didn't get anything except some medicinal herbs and spiritual iron. These gains may be very precious to ordinary people of the same age, and even some first-class families would regard them as treasures, but who is he?
Things have long been commonplace, and the seventh brother, and even the twenty-third brother, who is an ordinary figure among many brothers and sisters, have also been summoned by the father and even given a reward, but he has received nothing.
Thinking of the young man from the Taoist Academy again, Liu Qingming felt a little clogged in his heart. This was a shame he had never experienced in his life.
Even if it weren't for the Royal Academy's extensive involvement and the two Taoist Academy disciples, he wouldn't want to stay in this world.
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Walking out of Chang'an City, the autumn wind became more and more chilling.
Su Qinian's temples were lightly fluttering, and his snow-white hair was dancing. Most of his gray hair was snow-white.
He only has nineteen years left before he is thirty-five years old. Even as his cultivation skills deepen, the years will continue to shorten. Su Qinian doesn't know. When he is promoted to the first-class Hunyuan realm, how long will he have left?
The next few days.
Time is running out, but fortunately he now has some knowledge. At least before his life span is exhausted, if he cannot break the sword barrier, it should be enough for him to fulfill a few wishes.
Looking back at the city gate, Su Qinian thought that in the world of Yuanshen, Master Jiyuan, only by entering the Taoist temple could he live longer and become stronger.
Now, he is stronger, much stronger than when he first entered Chang'an City, but it seems that he can live for a shorter time, and the Book of Destiny that is said to be hidden in the Taoist Temple has never been found.
I don't know which corner it is in.
In his arms, the broken bowl was still there. Su Qinian had been keeping it close to him. After all kinds of changes, the bowl was not damaged at all, but it showed some differences, but that was all.
At this moment, Su Qinian's eyes seemed to penetrate through the thick city wall and cross the ancient long streets. This is Chang'an City. It was also the Longque City of Daxia and the residence of the Emperor of the People before the dark years.
His eyes seemed to have fallen on a mansion.
In a quiet hall, a plain gauze white dress spread out like lotus flowers, and a girl who appeared like a fairy was sitting cross-legged. The aura around her body was not obvious, and she was vaguely integrated with the void of the surrounding heaven and earth.
Suddenly, the girl opened her eyes, her brows furrowed slightly, and soon she looked thoughtful.
In front of Chang'an City, Su Qinian looked away. He took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards Hubei Road. There was a big show on Wudang Mountain.
Perhaps, the curtain has already been drawn.
…
Su Qinian's pace was neither fast nor slow. He set out when the autumn sun was rising and the sun was setting, and he was already three hundred miles away.
The mountains here are like splashed ink and as deep as sapphire. On a shallow beach, Su Qinian stepped on cobblestones that had been polished by wind, frost, rain and snow. At some point, a middle-aged man in a black robe turned his back to him.
Across the front.
Su Qinian stopped, his eyes were calm, and he said calmly: "Why are you blocking the road?"
"Take your life."
The person who came was very straightforward. He turned around and saw an extremely unfamiliar face standing there, standing like a mountain. His aura was so strong that the air around him was compressed to the point of making a crisp popping sound.
The middle-aged man looked at Su Qinian, his black robe rustling in the autumn wind. His eyes were cold and arrogant. He looked at the young man in front of him with a bird's eye view and said coldly: "You don't need to ask, I am the Ninth Prince.
My guest, Ming Shi, the Ninth Prince has something to tell you. Since you are already dead, don’t come out to embarrass yourself and seek death. However, the Ninth Prince is kind and has also given you a way to survive. As long as you are now
Kneel down obediently and slap your mouth, cut off your hand tendons and hamstrings, and forget about the past, otherwise no one can save you." (Please give me a monthly ticket for recommendation, Qidian genuine subscription is the greatest support for Ten Steps! Please give me a monthly ticket, the monthly ticket is a bit short.