After practicing to the Pure Yang Wuji, I found that it was a strange world

Chapter 8 It’s over
In the misty rain, the quiet and ancient Qingping County appears before your eyes.

It was early morning and smoke was rising from the kitchen.

The wooden buildings are lined up one after another, which has a unique charm in the rain.

There is a clear river running through the county, with many black-sailed boats docked in it.

The horse pulling the cart sneezed a few times, and snuff came out immediately.

Su Yuke lifted the curtain and looked outside.

"I'm finally here. I haven't seen my father for a long time. I really miss him."

Su Hong said, "With your father's status, why would you come to this small place to be a county magistrate?"

"Little brother, don't be too ambitious. Although this county is small, as the head of a county, if you can make some achievements, you will be able to rise to prominence in the future."

"There are countless officials in the counties and prefectures who want to be county magistrates."

Although the position of county magistrate is low-ranking, he is in charge of a county, which is the most challenging test of an official's ability.

The county magistrate lived in Qingliufang, Qingping County, a large classical house.

Su Yuke walked into the house and went straight to the back house.

There is a jujube tree planted in the yard of the back house.

However, the pillars around the courtyard were covered with yellow talismans, and were filled with magic bells, Buddhist bells and other items.

Su Yuke walked into the room and saw a woman with white hair sitting in front of a bronze mirror and crying.

"Mother, how could this happen?"

When Su Yuke saw her mother like this, tears couldn't help but flow down her cheeks.

In the study room in the front hall, Su Yuan, the head of a county, was reviewing official documents.

He frowned.

All the official documents contain the same question.

As Qingping County became more prosperous, the development of Lishan became greater.

More problems naturally arise.

One of the reasons is that the monsters in the mountains have restricted development and caused harm to the county residents.

This is not a big deal, after all, most county residents do not go deep into the mountains.

But the second point is extremely fatal. If a county wants to develop, it must interact with the outside world.

However, there are countless monsters in the mountains, and it is difficult to open up this trade route. It is impossible to guarantee a safe and stable trade route.

"The Buddhist and Taoist gods in the county have done their best to protect the county, and it is impossible to expand outward. What should we do?"

If one wants to open up a safe trade route, one must have a powerful practitioner or a mountain god who is worshipped with incense to suppress demons and monsters.

Su Yuan frowned.

Although he is full of literary knowledge, he is useless without a sword in his hand.

Especially when I think about my wife being haunted by something strange again.

The relationship between the major clans, Buddhist temples, Taoist temples, and some forces hidden in the dark in the county.

Su Yuan couldn't help but feel a headache.

The businessman has left.

He Qingze got five taels of gold.

In addition, Tang Chuan also gave him a map.

This is the relic left behind by the legendary dragon-slaying swordsman.

This dragon-slaying swordsman was once a martial artist, but later he turned martial arts into Taoism and practiced swordsmanship to a level that was close to Taoism.

At the peak of his powers, he killed an evil dragon that had committed numerous evil deeds and brought disaster to all directions.

It is said that his legacy includes his sword skills inheritance and the legendary Dragon Ball.

He Qing left Xue Qin and the old man in the mountain temple and asked them to maintain the temple's incense.

To this end, He Qing bestowed a trace of the power of the Mountain God Seal on Xue Qin, allowing him to use some of the Mountain God's authority.

The brothers Tang Chuan and Tang Yuan followed He Qing back to Chunyang Temple.

Tang Chuan saw such an ancient temple deep in the mountains.

When he saw that He Qing lived just like an ordinary person, he couldn't help but feel admiration in his heart.

This is the real immortal.

In Chunyang Temple, front yard.

There are layers of moss underfoot and vines and white flowers on the walls around.

He Qing set the table, put out the pot and basin, and then put the silver-scaled fish in them.

After pouring the seasonings, chili peppers, ginger and other ingredients on it, all you have to do is wait.

He Qing was busy with his own work.

Tang Chuan and Tang Yuan were a little uneasy. After seeing He Qing's power last night, that kind of god-like power.

How could the two dare to let He Qing do the hard work himself?

"Master, please let me do it."

He Qing was speechless.

"Just call me He Qing, or Taoist Priest. I am not even worthy of being called an immortal."

"I don't know much about this world. Since you have traveled to several states, please tell me about the customs and people in different places."

After experiencing what happened last night, He Qing discovered the abnormality of this world.

The surface of this world may be stable, but the power hidden in the dark is probably extremely terrifying.

It was not much different from the world of gods and demons he had previously guessed.

And the strange power in this world is truly strange.

Why is there an extremely profound method hidden in the weirdness?

Why his pure Yang energy is not afraid of this strange power.

But the mountain god was eroded into that state.

Everything seems to be hidden in the fog.

All of this can probably only be explained by finding the Taoist tradition that has lasted for thousands of years in this world.

Tang Chuan immediately began to speak.

The story begins from the time he left the sword hall and encountered the first weasel monster.

He Qing also listened attentively, acting as a listener.

Listening to these stories, it felt as if he was traveling around the states, which was quite interesting.

In the end, Tang Chuan laughed at himself.

"It's a pity that I have tried my best and put all my efforts into practicing sword skills, but in the end I still look like this. If it weren't for the Taoist priest, I would be too ashamed to go down there and see my parents."

Tang Chuan has practiced swordplay all his life, but he is still so fragile.

The demons and monsters in this world are so powerful that even if you practice martial arts for a lifetime, you will never be able to defeat them.

He Qing didn't know how to comfort Tang Chuan.

After all, he had never experienced this kind of thing.

“In life, some things depend on fate. If you can’t get what you want, then cherish the people and things in front of you.”

"The Taoist priest is right."

At this time, the fish soup is ready.

He Qing served fish soup to the group.

This fish soup tastes very delicious and has a unique flavor.

After He Qing drank a few bowls, he felt that this was the taste of life.

As Tang Chuan and Tang Yuan drank, they also felt a surge of spiritual energy, and true energy was generated in their bodies.

The two immediately realized that this fish was no ordinary fish.

The two looked at each other and both wanted to be treated like slaves.

But even this opportunity was rejected by He Qing.

Perhaps it was really as He Qing said, the fate was not enough, and the fate of becoming an immortal was not enough.

However, He Qing really didn't know how to teach sword techniques, and he himself didn't know how to do it.

Seeing Tang Chuan and Tang Yuan like this, He Qing had no choice but to say, "If you have nowhere to go for the time being, go to the mountain temple. Maybe you will have a different feeling."

Tang Chuan and Tang Yuan were overjoyed when they heard this.

I quickly thanked him.

"Thank you, Immortal! Thank you, Immortal!"

The two then left Chunyang Temple.

He Qing was the only one left in Chunyang Temple.

He took out the map.

"Dragon Ball? Dragon Slaying Sword Technique?!"

"Forget it. I'm tired. I'll go when I remember."

He Qing was too lazy to look for it immediately.

It’s never too late to go when you’re interested.

He Qing threw the map somewhere and fell asleep peacefully.

(End of this chapter)