According to the time calculation, Qinglingmen should have arrived by now. Could it be that something happened on the way?
The old woman had an old face. When she looked up at the sky, the three wrinkles on her forehead were very obvious. When she spoke, her tone showed a bit of dissatisfaction.
Qinglingmen is located in Qingzhou, which is quite far away from this place of disaster. It is normal to be a day or two late, so junior sister, don't worry.
Next to him, the old man spoke softly. As he spoke, he glanced at the young man not far away who was still practicing hard with his eyes closed, and secretly nodded in approval, but then he sighed helplessly.
Chou'er, come here as a teacher!
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man who had closed his eyes and breathed out slowly stopped the exercise, and the spiritual power around his body was completely absorbed into his body.
Master, are you looking for me?
The young man's voice is like a drum, naturally loud and loud. It was not obvious just now when he was sitting cross-legged. Now when he stands up, he is two heads taller than ordinary disciples, and he is very burly.
Chou'er, you possess spiritual roots with dual attributes of wind and thunder. What's even more surprising is that the two spiritual roots actually account for half each, exactly the same. The spiritual root attributes have reached an absolute balance and do not affect each other. They are equivalent to two
The Tianling Roots exist in one body. In this way, not only can your cultivation speed be comparable to those of disciples with Tianling Roots, but your foundation is twice as strong as theirs. However, although you are extremely talented, your obsession is too deep.
You polished your mind when you were young, and you were not allowed to practice until six years ago. In just six years, you have cultivated both wind and thunder attributes to the eighth level of Qi refining. As a teacher, I should be happy for you, but you practice
He worked too hard, and even took a lot of pills in order to increase his strength, which only hindered the growth and only damaged the foundation for the future. Once the realm is unstable and inner demons breed in the future, what is the use of even the highest level of cultivation? This
Stop practicing for a few days and stabilize your state.
The old man persuaded with earnest words, and at the end of the sentence, his tone was already somewhat stern.
Hearing this, the young man frowned without any trace, and seemed a little hesitant. However, when he met the old man's serious eyes, he finally nodded helplessly and said in a low voice, I will listen to the master.
When this trial is over and you return to the sect, my master will help you get rid of these knife wounds on your face!
After a moment of silence, the old man spoke again, but as soon as he finished speaking, the young man suddenly raised his head, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes, but then he reacted, lowered his eyebrows, and said firmly, "Master should know,
When those blood-clothed warriors massacred the entire village, my parents, brothers and sisters were all killed by bloody swords. Even the scars on my face were left by those blood-clothed swordsmen. The reason why my disciple embarked on the path of a cultivator and did so regardless of the consequences
The purpose of working hard to improve your strength is to one day be able to personally kill the enemy, even if you die in the end. The disciple does not want to remove these scars, just to remind himself that the great revenge has not been avenged, so he dare not slack off. Those blood-clothed clothes
If the swordsman has not killed him cleanly for a day, the scars on the disciple's face will remain for a day!
As he said that, the young man knelt down directly, as if thinking of the tragic scene back then, the veins in his arms were bulging, his face was covered with a layer of blood, and his whole body was filled with frightening evil energy.
Alas, I rescued you from the dead as a teacher and watched you grow up. I really don’t want you to be immersed in hatred. Over the years, I have also inquired about the whereabouts of those blood-clothed swordsmen, but they are extremely...
It's mysterious and there's no way to trace it. Can't you let go of this hatred?
The old man sighed softly, his tone a little low.
The murderer is free, and the dead are in trouble. As a son of man, blood revenge of parricide must be avenged!
After saying this, the young man kowtowed three times to the old man.
Alas, it doesn't matter, you get up first. Since hatred has become your obsession, you can only get rid of it completely. If you trace the whereabouts of those blood-clothed swordsmen in the future, my master will definitely help you.
The old man was silent for a moment, then breathed out his breath and slowly spoke, with a hint of doting in his voice.
This time the young man did not reject the old man's kindness. He showed a hint of gratitude on his face and opened his mouth. Just as he was about to say something, the old woman beside him suddenly looked to the southwest. Huh, here we are finally.
As soon as he finished speaking, a long line of cyan light appeared in the clear blue sky, appearing at the end of the line of sight of the three people. It seemed to be far away in the horizon, but in just half a cup of tea, they were already close.
, the number of disciples in Qinyang Dao Palace was only three thousand, which made the disciples of the other two sects secretly relieved.
Humph, how dare you, old woman, have any objections to your Qinyang Taoist Palace? Who knows if you, such an idiot, will go to the King of Qin to sue you?
The old woman surnamed Xu frowned and said, although her attitude was tough, there was a hint of fear in her tone, obviously she knew the awesome Taoist in front of her very well.
At this moment, the Taoist had already appeared in front of everyone. He looked about forty or fifty years old, wearing a purple robe, with a wooden hairpin in his bun. He had a red face and thick lips, and gave off a somewhat oppressive atmosphere.
Haha, okay, just stop saying a few words. It’s not like Daoyou Qin doesn’t know Daoyou Xu’s temperament.
The woman in the green skirt of Qinglingmen who had been silent since arriving here tried to smooth things over, looked in the direction of the disciples of the three sects behind her, and said again, since all the disciples of our three sects are here,