During the battle in the Buddhist temple, there was no sound from Qin Xuan.
It has been almost half a year, and the world of cultivation has been turbulent, but Qin Xuan seems to have fallen.
In the chest, even the heart stopped beating.
In Dantian, 70,000 stars are dead and silent, as if they are deserted.
Subtle footsteps sounded, and the monk in white came. He looked at Qin Xuan.
"Are you awake yet?" He stood with lowered eyes, looking at Qin Xuan, then turned and left.
He had already heard about what happened half a year ago.
It's not just him, everyone in the entire cultivation world doesn't know.
Tianxuan was the master of the Immortal Veins, and he died under this little friend's sword.
That sword is still regarded as peerless by the world of cultivation. The master of sword cultivating even suppressed half of the Mahayana sword of the sword master in the Supreme Sword Tomb.
"My little friend, you haven't woken up yet?" Taoist Taiqing sat in the temple with his brows furrowed.
"Not yet!"
"Those girls have been waiting all day. I have to be questioned several times every time I go out." Taiqing said helplessly: "Come to think of it, my little friend seems to be ruthless, but there are actually many confidantes who care about me like this!"
The monk in white lowered his eyes slightly, "The word love is as good as the great road."
"Have you fallen in love with the scenery?" The old Taoist looked at the monk in white.
The monk's eyes paused for a moment, and he sighed softly, "The past is in the past, and it is in the past!"
"I have entered Buddhism and will not be stained by the mortal world."
Taiqing Taoist shook his head slightly, he knew some of the past events of the monk in white.
The white-robed monk was gifted with extraordinary talent. He was only more than ten years old and had already turned the world upside down.
If it weren't for the fate of the beauty in the end, and the monk was suppressed in the sky prison for this reason, if he hadn't survived the catastrophe and was saved by others.
In this world, there is no Buddhist temple like this, let alone a Buddha like this.
Everyone has a roll of mortal world that they cannot bear to look back on.
…
Outside the temple, Jun Wushuang looked at Qin Hao with a cold face.
"Have you decided?"
"Yes, Mom!" Qin Hao, with cold features, said calmly: "It's been half a year. I have made up my mind, the road ahead is clear, and I can travel far!"
"You won't wait until your father wakes up?" Jun Wushuang said coldly.
"No need, how can the dog son help the tiger father? It's just a burden. He will wait for me to become a dragon one day, so that he can be qualified to stand in front of him and live up to his father's expectations." Qin Hao's eyes were indifferent: "Now Hao'er is not qualified to face his father.
I am not qualified to comfort my father."
Jun Wushuang's frown deepened, and Xiao Wu on the side also frowned slightly.
"Hao'er, you have to think carefully. The starry sky is vast and unpredictable. Little Jin'er will no longer be by your side. Your father, mother, and even I will not be able to find you." Xiao Wu
He said softly: "Bu Ruo, wait until your father wakes up, and then..."
"Aunt Xiao Wu!" The coldness on Qin Hao's face softened a little, "The road travels alone. I can't rely on everyone for the rest of my life, and I don't want to be so selfish that everyone lives for me, Qin Hao."
"Father has his father's way, mother has her mother's way, and the same is true for Aunt Xiao Wu."
"Everyone in the world has gone through disasters, not to mention me, Qin Hao?"
He said slowly: "My destiny is good. When I was born here, I had my father to support me, my mother's love, and my aunts and elders to protect me. But that doesn't mean that I have a good life."
Both women frowned and looked at each other.
Now, they can't see through Qin Hao.
Qin Hao took a slight breath and slowly knelt down. Jun Wushuang frowned but did not stop him.
His originally slightly childish face seemed to have finally become somewhat weathered at this moment.
After kneeling three times and knocking nine times, Qin Hao slowly raised his head.
"Mom, Hao'er is gone, I hope mother will take care of you.
Qin Hao said softly: "I hope my mother won't worry about this long trip."
"Hao'er!" Xiao Wu was about to speak.
"That's all, let him go!" Jun Wushuang suddenly waved his hand and said calmly: "The child is older than his mother. He has made a decision in his heart. The disaster ahead will probably make him suffer. You and I, the elders,
Don’t embarrass him anymore!”
"Go!" Jun Wu dropped a jade slip in his hands, "If you want to see me, you can send me a message."
Xiao Wu looked at Qin Hao and finally fell silent.
"Hao'er, thank you mother!" Qin Hao stood up, looked at Jun Wushuang, looked at Xiao Wu, and finally turned and left.
With one step, his green clothes rose into the sky like a startling giant.
This is the second time that he has set foot on this starry sky and entered this vast world of cultivation.
Qin Hao's eyes were cold. This time, I, Qin Hao, will never be weaker than others!
…
"Aren't you worried?" Xiao Wu glanced at Jun Wushuang, "Stop trembling your fingers, you are obviously worried."
"Mind your own business!" Jun Wushuang snorted coldly, "If you hadn't mind your own business, you might be in harmony by now!"
Xiao Wu was slightly startled, with a faint look in his eyes, "What about Hedao? Are you waiting here like me?"
Jun Wushuang glanced at Xiao Wu, and finally, she laughed at herself.
"Yeah, why don't you wait here."
"Besides, I don't know when he will wake up!"
…
In the palace, Qin Xuan's heart suddenly started to beat slightly.
He had been silent for half a year, like a rock or a rotten tree, without any sound. But at this moment, the subtle sound of his heart slowly rose.
The face that was covered in bruises and even looked slightly ferocious opened a slight gap at this moment.
"Has the elixir power expired?"
He didn't even have the power to speak out, only a slight fluctuation of his spiritual thoughts.
Qin Xuan's body moved slightly, and in the end, he went from sitting with his arms down weakly to slowly sitting cross-legged.
His body was hunched, and the hole in his chest was still frightening.
Not enough in the heart, the dead imperial realm is slowly reviving.
Not only that, Qin Xuan is on top of Douzhan Buddhist Temple.
The spiritual energy in the stars seemed to be swallowed up in one place at this moment.
There is a tornado that reaches the sky, slowly condensing, and the clouds and mist form a whirlpool.
He seemed to be like an infinite black hole, swallowing everything. Even some elixirs in the Douzhan Buddhist Temple were caught in this swallowing power. The power of the medicine slowly gathered into his body like a blue rainbow.
The expression of the white-robed monk and Taiqing Taoist suddenly changed.
"My little friend is awake!?"
"No, my little friend's merits are so overbearing?"
The white-clothed monk groaned, and a golden stick suddenly appeared in his hand. The two ends were golden and the middle was as red as blood. There seemed to be endless mysterious patterns on it.
The third-grade treasure, fighting wishful stick!
I saw this stick flying across the sky and appearing above the Douzhan Buddhist Temple.
In an instant, all the devouring power seemed to be frozen.
Throughout the star, spiritual energy gathered like a tornado, but inside the Douzhan Buddhist Temple, it remained motionless.
In the temple, Jun Wushuang, Qin Yan'er, Xiao Wu and others raised their heads and looked into the tornado, looking at the breath-like breath.
"He's awake!?"
"He's awake!"
"Owner!"
There were voices one after another, some even choked with sobs, crying with joy, looking at the place where the tornado rolled.
Jun Wushuang and Xiao Wu were even more uneasy.
Two hundred years apart, he... is still the same Qing Emperor and Qin Changqing?