Chapter 28 The Sword of the Landslides is Broken

The sea and the moon are born, and the four fields are quiet. Under the moon, a big blanket is floating. An old man with a black scarf holds it cross-legged, whispering to himself, suddenly frowning, and suddenly shaking his head, as if there is boundless wind and moon, in vain, three thousand miles of rivers and mountains.

This old man is the ink-faced guest, one of the three elders in Kunlun. Since he made an agreement with Li Qianren, he has to wait for him for three days at the Oriental Pavilion. This day is the night of the third day. The moon shines and the stars are dimmed. At the end of summer, the autumn insects wailed. The old man is alone between heaven and earth, at home, but his heart is still true. It's not easy.

"I don't know how Shou Weng's injury is?" The wind and moon reflected the old man's only son's worry. He only thought of "The wind and thunder blow of Yuan Chongyue with the power of Kunlun mountains. If it hadn't been for Shou Weng's swordsman'smanship, no one could break it. Even if he danced the universe with his three-foot ink sword, I'm afraid he couldn't stop this powerful blow..."

Even Yan Huazi, with the skills accumulated over thousands of years, he resisted Kunlun's blow and stabbed Yuan Chongyue's heart with his peerless swordsmanship to restrain him. It was thought that he was also severely damaged. Peng's mother sent him back to Kunlun in time. Although he was worried about Yan Huazi's injury, Kunlun's head was good at elixir, but To save people's lives, secondly, you have the need to negotiate with the demon religion, and you are not good at healing people's wounds. Even if you go there, it won't help.

He was thinking hard, but suddenly was enveloped by a figure. The shadow obliquely covered the moonlight and stretched a hundred feet high. When the figure covered Mojun, the old man only felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, but it was indescribably cold. He frowned angrily and scolded, "How many times? Dare to plot the three elders of Kunlun!"

After saying that, the ink-faced guest's eyes were stunned, like a sword, and looked obliquely in the direction pointed by the figure. However, although these two eyes were sharp and seemed to shoot through time and space, they could not shoot through this thick darkness anyway. At this time, there was a real shock in the heart of the ink-faced guest.

At this time, under the black tent where the old man sat cross-legged, the shadow suddenly reached out two hands and hugged Mo Jun. The Mo-faced guest was furious. When he wanted to get out of trouble, he couldn't lift a trace of strength. At this time, he looked around him like an endless muddy deep pool, full of deadness. , you have to hold people tightly.

Mo-faced guest's body ploped and was dragged into the deep pool by these hands. At this time, there was no movement in his eyes. At this time, the moonlight suddenly floated a trace of darkness, and there seemed to be an omen in the dark, reflecting the bleak world.

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Piaoshan is not far from the Taoist land of western Hunan, but Qimiao avoided the pursuit of Zhengmo all the way and drove carefully. It took four days. On this day, he came to the foot of Yangming Mountain and saw a blue light flash between the white clouds and flowing water. One person gently appeared with the waterfall in the distance and floated down to him. Come on.

"Seven wonderful real people, they really live up to their trust!" It was an old man with a long beard and white hair. His face was quite young, vaguely just middle-aged, which was very inconsistent with his real age. He looked at the seven wonderful things coming with the purple-faced god, and he couldn't say that he wanted to give a deep salute.

"Senior Zong Haiming!" Qimiao hurriedly gave up and dared not accept his worship. When he gave up, he pushed the purple-faced god Tianhe to the front. The god turned red and quickly shouted, "I can't bear his worship. Boy, pull me aside!"

On the way, the purple-faced god shouted several times that he would not go to Daotong. Qi Miao couldn't do it, so he could only use cold water true gas to restrain Tanaka. At this time, after completing the entrustment, he hurriedly swept his sleeves and peeled away from Tanaka and his body with a light sound of water vapor. He said, he ouch, As soon as the son is sore and his legs are weak, he will fall forward.

"Brother!" Zong Haiming smiled bitterly and took the opportunity to hold him. Tanaka hurriedly said goodbye and whispered, "Brother... I have no face to see you again..."

"Alas! Now that you have come back, why do you have to say these words? If you don't want to see me, go back to the cave..." Zong Haiming comforted him.

Ah? Is my cave still there..." Tanaka was a little stunned.

Zong Haiming nodded. When he looked at him, he was sincerely concerned. With this look, Tanaka only felt more ashamed. Zong Haiming did not say much to him, but just comforted him softly, "Go to the retreat. If you can figure it out at that time, it's okay to come out..."

"Thank you, brother..." Tanaka and his apprentice Guan Yu left the Taoist system and folded countless disciples who followed him. He really didn't say anything more. He arched his hand and said goodbye to Zong Haiming. When he was about to turn back to his cave, he suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "This real person, you are for Save me and offend both sides of the demon, and there will be unspeakable trouble in the future. You can take this symbol and accept it, and it will be useful in the future..."

After saying that, he sent a light, and a piece of rune paper floated to the other side of Qimiao. It was the purple charm. Qimiao's heart moved. He only said that the power of this charm must be inexplicable. He carefully took it and put it in his arms. When he thanked him, the purple-faced god just smiled bitterly and waved his hand. Without saying anything else, he stepped into the mountains and forests.

"Senior Zong, this matter is over, and it's time for Qi Miao to say goodbye..." Qi Miao saluted Zong Haiming.

"Brother Qimiao, you forgot me..." A silver bell-like sounded, and a pink dress, about 13 or 14 years old, the beautiful woman suddenly ran out of the forest on the other side with a smile and rushed to her like a bird. Qi Miao saw that it was the second daughter of Ling Zongyun, the head of Taoism, Ling Shuiyue, who saw Ling Shuiyue running over and pulled her. Qi Miao's hands made a grimace and looked at him with a smile.

"Water Moon Girl..." Qimiao was a little embarrassed for a moment, and he was not free. When he stretched out his finger and buckled it on the menstrual veins of Lingshui, he examined it for a moment. After a while, he said, "The water moon girl's pulse seems to be stable. I don't think the disease of weakness will occur in a short time... Qi Miao will definitely come back to treat the injury for you in three months, and don't worry..."

"Cut!" Ling Shuiyue made a grimace and said disdainfully, "Brother Qimiao, don't worry blindly. I guard Uncle Zong Haiming. His water attribute is not a hundred times more pure than yours. How can I take care of you..."

Despite that, Ling Shuiyue seemed to be afraid of annoying Qi Miao's words, squeezed him away, shook his hand again, and pleaded, "Brother Qi Miao, why don't you go out this time and take me away with me and let me break into the world?"

"You just came back and wanted to go out to be naughty again. This uncle was the first one to refuse!" Zong Haiming laughed loudly and waved his hand and said, "It's not appropriate for the seven wonderful real people to go out anymore. Why don't you stay in Daotong for a few days and discuss this "Ice Research Heart Art" with you?"

He spoke earnestly. How did Qi Miao know that the old man had a plan to teach his cultivation? His heart was warm, but he still waved his hand and said, "Shuiyue... Elder Zong... After all, Qimiao is a person of the demon religion. I must explain the matter of the god king to the demon lord this time, otherwise I am not the only one who has something to do. I'm afraid that I will also get into some trouble because of the free sect..."

When he said this, Zong Haiming understood that Qi Miao could not fly away this time. A trace of disappointment appeared on the old man's face, but it disappeared in an instant. He sighed, "If so, I have nothing to say, but you have to listen to me..."

"Do you dare to ask Elder Zong what do you have?" Qi Miao asked respectfully.

"I want to invite you to go back to Nanjiang Xiaoyaozong first, and then go to the Demon Sect. Please give me your approval." Zong Haiming stroked his beard and said.

"Oh, why is this?" Seven wonderful ways.

"I don't know this either. It's the result of Zongyun's fortune-telling, and it's for heaven..." Zong Haiming shook his head.

Qi Miao's heart was hot again, and he felt the warmth of a relative in his heart. He nodded and said, "In this case, I will go back to the sect."

With his assurance, Zong Haiming seemed to be quite relieved. Ling Shuiyue took Qi Miao's hand and asked questions for a long time. Finally, he had to promise that he would stay for a long time next time to tell her stories in the world. Ling Shuiyue reluctantly let him go, so Qi Miao said to this old man. As soon as he said to take care, he pulled out and went to the southern Xinjiang.

Looking at him all the way, Zong Haiming's expression was dark, and he seemed to be a little old in an instant.

"Second uncle, hasn't my father been out for a long time? When did he do divination?" Ling Shuiyue suddenly looked at him strangely.

Zong Haiming laughed and whispered, "Tianji, this is Tianji..."

He thought quite gloomyly: "Zhongyun has been closed for a long time. If you don't communicate with the outside, how can you do anything about divination? This is just my pretext. It has delayed him for a few days. I don't want Qi Miao to rush to the magic religion to flow through the muddy water and hold a revenge for the demon lord..."

It turned out that Li Qianran was killed in the past few days!

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There was no purple-faced god beside him, and he galloped all the way. According to the Ling Zongyun hexagram, he first went back to the Xiaoyao sect in southern Xinjiang. Although the road was fast, it was also delayed for a few days. Suddenly, one day, he saw the valley of Maolin and bamboo were hidden in front of him. Several caves were next to one side, and one of the stone gates was closed. When Qi Miao appeared, the wind was clear and the clouds were light, and there was nothing else. As soon as he fell into the sky, he saw that he was silent on Monday. Looking back, it was a coldness.

Qi Miao sighed and said that Tianmu's turmoil consumed a lot of talents. In the future, Danyang's brother's burden would be even heavier.

He looked back at the depths of the valley and saw several jungle trees scattered. There was a quiet place with a stone door. Although the door was closed tightly, the fallen leaves in front of the door were swept away tightly. Qi Miao's heart was warm. This was the cave he practiced day and night. He wanted to come to Shen Danyang to send someone to clean it. Hou I was quite careful when I came back by myself.

Qi Miao thought like this, and without delay, Siye was shocked. He only heard his voice and said, "Brother Danyang, I'm back. Where are you?"