The ferocious beast golden elixir, the nine-color Yunzhi, the five tiger heart-breaking elixirs, and all kinds of genius and earthly treasures were randomly placed in front of the stalls by vendors. This sight simply made the monks dizzy. If these heavenly and earthly treasures appeared in the outside world,
The outside monks had to break the head and snatch it away.
"Brother, please slap me quickly and let me know that I am not dreaming." Xiao Tong'er said with a trembling voice.
Snap!
There was a crisp sound, and Gu Qing slapped Xiao Tong'er on the back of the head. His voice was cold, and he said: "I told you not to make trouble lightly, otherwise you and I will never leave Qingxia Town."
The power of Gu Qing's physical body was so terrifying. This slap made Xiao Tong'er cry out in pain. He quickly rubbed the back of his head, with his eyes like a thief, he looked around and said, "Brother, what on earth is this place? An ordinary old man.
Turns out to be powerful?"
Feeling Xiao Tong'er's horror, Gu Qing's face became serious, and his voice solemnly said: "This Qingxia Town has been backed by the Jingmo Ancient Land for ten thousand years. For these ten thousand years, they have lived here, all relying on the Jingmo Ancient Land.
of monsters as food.”
"This is also the basis for their survival. Although the monster has been demonized and has no intelligence at all, its flesh and blood inner elixir is a great tonic for monks. Over ten thousand years, the people of Qingxia Town have used monsters to
It's impossible not to become strong even if you only live for food. If you say it's a small town, it's better to say it's a great religion that is otherworldly. However, they have nothing to do with the world and never participate in mundane affairs, so you must remember not to make trouble lightly.
"
Gu Qing's words completely made Xiao Tong'er understand what this was about. The previous playful expression was gone. He had a frightened face and followed Gu Qing closely without saying a word.
A moment later, the two people were walking in the center of the street. Many people looked at the two people with disgust in their eyes, but they did not do anything bad to them.
Obviously, although the people of Qingxia Town have tough folk customs, their hearts are simple and they are not willing to kill these two people.
What horrified Xiao Tong'er was that along the way, he found several old men who made it difficult for him to recognize their cultivation. The naughty Xiao Tong'er was completely silent. He lowered his eyebrows and followed Gu Qing closely, wanting to quickly
Click to escape from this place.
"Brother, why do I feel like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth? It's better for you and me to leave as soon as possible." Watching Gu Qing walk towards the inside of Qingxia Town, Xiao Tong'er finally couldn't restrain the fear in his heart and shouted to Gu Qing
said.
Shaking his head slowly, Gu Qing said with a cold face: "If you want to enter the Ancient Land of Silent Demon, you must find its entrance, and the entrance to the Ancient Land of Silent Demon is not fixed. It is between illusion and reality.
It can be opened at a specific time, and only Mayor Qingxia knows how to enter the Silent Demon Ancient Place."
Hearing Gu Qing's words, Xiao Tong'er's face turned pale. Along the way, those old men were so terrifying, so isn't Mayor Qingxia a towering figure? If he looked unhappy with the two of them, his eyes would be bright.
It can turn two people into flying ash.
Sensing Xiao Tong'er's worried expression, Gu Qing's lips raised a slight smile and said: "Don't worry, although Mayor Qinglong's cultivation is terrifying, he is a kind old man. I have some connection with him, and I want to enter the Jimo Ancient
Land, it’s not a problem yet.”
Looking at the continuous mountains outside Qingxia Town shrouded in black mist, Gu Qing's thoughts were a little wandering.
Nine hundred years ago, the demon cultivator Gu Qing entered this place unintentionally, and was just as frightened as Xiao Tong'er. However, he was kind and polite to others, and gradually gained recognition from the people of Qingxia Town.
Regarding this paradise, he originally wanted to find Luo Miaoling and settle here together, but things changed and he finally left this place.
As Gu Qing walked to the end of Qingxia Town, an old house with a slightly vicissitude of life came into their eyes.
At this time, it was ten o'clock in the afternoon, and there were already very few pedestrians on the street. The few people looked at the appearance of Gu and Qing, and a look of surprise flashed in their eyes.
This old house is the residence of the mayor. Only the people of Qingyan Town know why these two strangers from the outside world stayed here. Could it be that they know the mayor?
Ignoring the many surprised and suspicious glances, Gu Qing looked at the old house with a solemn look in his eyes, then strode forward, pulled the knocker, and knocked on the door of the old house.
Bang bang bang!
There was a knock on the door of the old house, which also stopped the scattered people. The street was completely silent, and the atmosphere seemed a bit strange.
Crunch!
The slightly weathered wooden door was opened, and a rickety old man poked his head out. His cloudy eyes looked like a dying old man, but inadvertently, a ray of light flashed across the old man's eyes, proving that this old man was absolutely
Extraordinary.
"This is a private residence. What's the important matter for you two knocking on the door?" The old man's voice was hoarse and slightly aged.
Looking at the wrinkled old man in front of him, Gu Qing's lips raised a slight smile and said: "Uncle Shui, you still look like this. I haven't seen you for many years. I wonder how your Deadwood Sacred Art is going?"
As Gu Qing finished speaking, Shui Bo suddenly froze, his eyes glowed with terrifying light, and the aura around him was dim and unclear. He looked at Gu Qing carefully.
This old man is the mayor's housekeeper, and he is also a powerful semi-immortal. However, he practices the Withered Wood Sacred Art, and his own aura has withered. If you don't know this person, you might think that he is an old man who is about to step into the coffin.
That's all.
Vigorous vitality appeared all over the old man's body, and his wrinkled face changed rapidly. In just the blink of an eye, he transformed into a middle-aged strong man. Such a strange change made Xiao Tong'er look pale and take three steps back.
"Congratulations to Uncle Shui. You have reached the perfection of the Dead Tree Sacred Art. You have entered the realm of dead trees and spring. In the future, you will be able to achieve great power. I would like to greet you." Gu Qing's voice was sincere and he bowed to Uncle Shui.
"Who are you? How do you recognize me?"
Although he was a powerful semi-immortal, Shui Bo's heart was shaken up. He had never left Qingxia Town in a thousand years, and he rarely even left this old house. But the young man in front of him, he dared to be absolutely convinced.
I don't know him, but why can this young man reveal his identity and know his skills so well?
A wry smile appeared on Gu Qing's face, and he suddenly realized that he was not what he looked like nine hundred years ago, so how could Uncle Shui recognize him.
"Nine hundred years ago, you, the old man, begged the town mayor to accept me as his disciple, and the mayor even promised that as long as the boy stayed in Qingxia Town, he would do it to you. But the boy was naughty and just wanted to leave Qingxia Town.
Looking for the love of the past, I have lived up to your old man's expectations."
As Gu Qing finished speaking, Shui Bo suddenly froze. In the depths of his mind, a scene from nine hundred years ago appeared in his mind. A young man in white was generous and courteous and deeply loved by him.
He had been lonely all his life, and wanted to adopt the young man as his adopted son, and even prayed to his master to accept the young man as his disciple. However, it was a pity that the young man had obsessions and eventually drifted away.
And not long after, the mayor informed him that the young man had passed away, which made him sad and even had the idea of rebirth. Even though the young man did not stay in Qingxia Town, he regarded the young man as his own.
Son, how could he be allowed to die in vain at the hands of those mediocre people outside.
It's just that his master has a destiny, and Qingxia Town will never participate in the chaos of the world. He was also blocked by his master, which made him deeply hurt. In the past nine hundred years, in addition to serving his master, his dead wood sacred skills have advanced by leaps and bounds. In the nine hundred years,
Today, many years later, I was finally promoted to the semi-immortal realm.
Thinking of the time spent with the young man, which was also the happiest time in his life, Uncle Shui raised a nostalgic smile on his lips, and then suddenly woke up.
"You, are you Gu Qing?" Shui Bo, as a semi-immortal powerful man, had a trembling voice at this moment, which also confirmed how fluctuating his mood was.
Looking at Uncle Shui's trembling body, Gu Qing smiled bitterly, and then he bowed solemnly to the old man and said: "My dear, Gu Qing, meet Uncle Shui. Back then, you pampered me to the extreme and treated Gu Qing as your heir, but I failed you."
Gu Qing apologized to you for going far away from your expectations."
boom!
The shadows of tall ancient trees span millions of miles across the sky.
I saw the sky-reaching ancient branches hanging across the sky. Sometimes the ancient trees withered, and sometimes they bloomed with vitality, causing the heaven and earth to rumble and explode for millions of miles. The terrifying energy seemed to be able to hang the heaven and the earth upside down, making the sun and the moon lose light.
"No, it's impossible!"
Uncle Shui's voice trembled, and he roared loudly. The sound, like thunder in the sky, exploded in the sky. The world was extremely dark and even more terrifying.
"It's impossible, it's impossible. Guy Gu Qing has fallen to the outside world nine hundred years ago. This is what the master told me personally. The master's cultivation is so great that he will never deceive me."
"Tell me, who are you? Why did you come here to deceive me? If you don't tell me clearly today, I will destroy your soul and never be reincarnated for eternity."
Nine hundred years ago, Gu Qing was a knot in Uncle Shui's heart. Nine hundred years later, Uncle Shui felt unstoppable pain in his heart every time he thought of that young man's appearance. But the young man in front of him actually pretended to be Gu Qing.
Qing, this made Uncle Shui furious, and his state of mind was like a dead tree, but he couldn't restrain the raging anger in his heart.
"Although the gentle breeze cannot blow me, the bright moon cannot shine on me, the ice cannot stop the water from flowing, and the dead trees will be able to spring again."
Looking at the chaotic aura around the old man, Gu Qing's eyes flashed with unbearability. He murmured and slowly read out the poem that the old man often recited nine hundred years ago.
As Gu Qing finished speaking, Shui Bo's violent aura suddenly dissipated. He looked at the young man in front of him, with mist appearing in his eyes, and slowly raised his trembling arms, and then pressed them on Gu Qing's shoulders.
"Xiao, Xiaoqing, it's really you who's back."
The old man's lips trembled, and his heart was agitated.
In the past thousand years, he had never felt such an emotion. In the dead of night, he once hoped that the young man could come back to life and appear in front of him again, but he knew that this was a luxury hope. Resurrection from the dead was an eternal taboo.
Even if his master's cultivation is as great as heaven and earth, he can never bring the dead back to life.
But only he and Xiao Qing knew the verses read by the young man in front of him. Not even his master knew the verses that he was proud of.
Something that could only happen in a dream actually happened, which made the old man completely lose control, and his emotions were even more exciting and difficult to control.