She is devoted to cultivating immortality

Chapter 162 White Emperor
Zhong Shenxiu knew that the person in front of him was of very high status. Since he could not even take his own Wuliang Sword Sect's Baihe Patriarch seriously, he must be an amazing swordsman.

If it were in the past, Zhong Shenxiu would have been ecstatic when encountering this situation and would have agreed to change his sect and become Lu Qingming's disciple.

but now
After seeing Senior Xie's stunning sword dance, Zhong Shenxiu already had an ultimate goal for his swordsmanship in mind.

I will not learn anything except the sword art taught by my senior!

I will not bow down to you unless you are my disciple!

This is like a mortal who has seen the most beautiful woman in the world. When he looks at other less beautiful women, he will think they are all mediocre and have no interest in them.

To Zhong Shenxiu, all the sword arts in the world are nothing but mediocre and unsightly things compared to Senior Xie's sword art.

so he
I would rather be a student under Senior Xie than be the direct disciple of the great Qingming Sword Immortal!

Lu Qingming was extremely furious, and the sword intent in his body was gradually released, which made Zhong Shenxiu's face pale. It was as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders, and he trembled slightly under the heavy burden.

But even so, Zhong Shenxiu's back remained straight, and he looked at Lu Qingming without fear.

A swordsman would rather break than bend.

As Senior Xie's student, he would rather die than bring shame to Senior Xie!

"You ungrateful boy, do you know that in the upper realm, countless people break their heads every day and want to become my disciples?"

Lu Qingming suppressed his inner anger and said with gritted teeth: "Since you compare my swordsmanship to fish and shrimp in the river, what about the dragons and snakes in your heart? Take them out and let me see them."

Zhong Shenxiu recalled the scene of Senior Xie's sword dance after drinking, the incomparable impact and shock, and said in a complicated way: "It is hard to explain, but my swordsmanship was taught by that senior.

What I have learned is not even a fraction of what that person has learned.”

"Did you learn the art of swordsmanship from somewhere else?"

Lu Qingming's heart moved, and he frowned and said, "Where is the person who taught you? Take me to see him."

Zhong Shenxiu shook his head. "That person is very quiet and doesn't like to be disturbed. If you are destined to meet that person, you will naturally be able to meet him. If not, even if I take you there, you will not be able to enter."

Lu Qingming's curiosity was really aroused this time.

Is it possible that there really is such a powerful swordsman in the human world?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

"Could it be the one who killed the Supreme with one sword? If it is really that person, it is really possible."

Thinking of this, Lu Qingming instantly increased his pressure on Zhong Shenxiu and said coldly: "Take me to see her, otherwise I will kill you."

Zhong Shenxiu was trembling all over and his face flushed under the sudden increase in power, but he still raised his head stubbornly and said, "Then please kill me, senior."

Lu Qingming looked at Zhong Shenxiu coldly, his power growing stronger and stronger, forcing Zhong Shenxiu to kneel on one knee on the ground, sweating profusely, but he never uttered a word.

at last
Lu Qingming dispersed his might, looked at Zhong Shenxiu who was breathing heavily and almost exhausted, and said lightly: "Boy, I hope we will have a chance to meet again."

After saying that, Lu Qingming turned around and disappeared into the void.

It took Zhong Shenxiu a long time to recover from his exhaustion. Looking at the place where Lu Qingming disappeared, his face showed surprise and lingering fear.

This immortal from the upper realm who suddenly appeared wanted to take me in as a disciple one moment, and the next moment he wanted to meet Senior Xie. I don’t know what he wants to do.
Unable to figure it out, Zhong Shenxiu shook his head and quickly put the matter behind him. He picked up the monster corpse on the ground and left quickly.

Thousands of miles above the sky, Lu Qingming was walking in the clouds as if he was taking a leisurely stroll in the garden.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally stopped, looked down at his feet, and frowned slightly.

"Infinite Sword Sect?"

Lu Qingming watched Zhong Shenxiu enter the Wuliang Sword Sect with his eyes flickering, and then he thought to himself: "It seems that this kid will not lead me to find the mysterious swordsman in the near future.

Forget it, I left a divine thought on him anyway, so I can find him anytime I want. Let’s do something else first…”

Lu Qingming shook his head, turned around and left with his hands behind his back.

With his speed, he soon reached the southern border.

Although the Southern Territory is not large, finding Lin Pingan who might be hiding there is like looking for a needle in a haystack, and it takes a lot of time.

Lu Qingming was not in a hurry either.

I slowly searched with my spiritual sense along the northernmost part of the southern border, and unknowingly arrived at a place.

Chixia Mountain.

Lu Qingming stood on the top of Chixia Mountain, feeling emotional.

"Over the past 100,000 years, the world has changed dramatically. I still remember when I first practiced in seclusion here, this place was a natural cliff, but now it has grown into a mountain range."

Lu Qingming casually fiddled with a blade of grass in front of him, feeling the faint sword energy remaining on the leaf, as if thinking about something.

"It seems that the inheritance I left here was taken away not long ago..."

Lu Qingming's eyes lit up slightly, and he said to himself: "Why not sense it and see who has inherited my legacy? If there is a destiny, it may not be a bad idea to take him in as a disciple and bring him to the upper realm..."

As he thought about it, the sword intent in Lu Qingming's body slowly began to flow.

Soon he sensed a sword energy coming from a certain direction. A smile slowly appeared on his face. He took a step forward and disappeared on the spot.

Wanbao Pavilion, a treasure house.

In the huge treasure house, there are many magic weapons, elixirs, jade slips, etc.
These are treasures collected by Wanbao Pavilion from all over the place.

Each treasure is contained in different containers according to its preciousness and value, and protected by different forbidden magic arrays, making it as solid as a rock.

In the deepest part of the treasure house, a light green dagger and a jade slip were quietly placed together.

Suddenly, a strong sword energy and green light emanated from both of them, as if they came alive and were suspended in the air.

The green flying sword seemed particularly excited, circling rapidly and making bursts of joyful humming sounds.

The magic circle set up outside the two began to light up, blocking their movements.

But the green dagger became more and more excited, as if it sensed the call of a certain existence, and could not wait to break through the restriction of the magic circle, and completely exposed itself in the treasure house with the jade slip.

In an instant, all the magic weapons in the treasury began to tremble slightly under its influence.

All the magic array restrictions were triggered, and the place became as lively as a huge treasury filled with light.

The azure dagger became even more powerful, and was about to rush out of the treasury with the jade tablet. All the magic weapons in the treasury were trembling incessantly, as if they were rejoicing for its regained freedom.

But at this moment, a plain piece of calligraphy in the treasure house moved.

The windless air automatically lifted a tiny corner, and an inexplicable breath leaked out.
Suddenly, the green flying sword that was originally circling excitedly suddenly froze in mid-air and stopped moving.

All the magic weapons in the treasury stopped vibrating and became quiet in an instant.

The scene was as if the subjects below were partying, and suddenly their emperor woke up from a deep sleep. The party stopped in an instant, and everyone was silent and dared not move.

The tip of the green dagger turned toward the outside of the treasure house, and then turned back to the position of the calligraphy inside.

On one side is the master whom he has not seen for 100,000 years, and on the other side is his own monarch, Boss.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally flew back dejectedly and landed back to his original place with the jade slip.

The huge treasure house returned to its original tranquility.

On the other side, Lu Qingming showed a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Strange, why did the sense suddenly become weak again?"

Lu Qingming frowned, and the sword power in his body increased a bit, unilaterally enhancing the power of the magic weapon inheritance.
The sword energy sensing reappeared.

But not long after, it disappeared again.

Lu Qingming raised his eyebrows and continued to strengthen the circulation of sword intent in his body.

The sense of resonance reappeared, but quickly disappeared.

After doing this many times, Lu Qingming had almost arrived at the place where the magic weapon and inheritance he sensed were.

No matter how he strengthened the power of his sword, he could no longer sense the opponent at all.

Lu Qingming frowned deeply.

"Is there a way in the human world that can block my sword sense?"

From his previous sensing, he had discovered that the flying sword magic weapon he left behind did not seem to have been refined by anyone.

He got the inherited magic weapon but didn't practice it, and used special means to isolate his own senses.
This was completely different from what Lu Qingming had expected, and he couldn't help but feel surprised and curious.

A prosperous human city.

Mortals and monks live together, lights flash across the sky from time to time, and the streets are bustling with people coming and going.

A middle-aged man in a blue shirt appeared silently on the long street. With sword-like eyebrows slanted, he looked up at the sign of the magnificent building in front of him. He had no expression on his face and looked a little strange.

The people passing by ignored him, as if the middle-aged man and these people were in a different time and space.

"Wanbao Pavilion."

Lu Qingming read the words on the sign in a low voice, his eyes flickering: "Could it be that someone got hold of the inheritance and magic weapon I left behind and sold it here?... Humph! Let's go in and take a look."

Lu Qingming took a step forward, breaking away from his isolated state and integrating into the world.

As soon as I entered the Wanbao Pavilion, the female cultivator in charge of reception came up to me warmly.

"Senior, what do you need?"

Lu Qingming's powerful divine sense swept the entire place, but he did not find any trace of his inheritance.

“Is it true that the higher you go, the more valuable things become?”

Lu Qingming casually asked the female cultivator, who nodded, "Our Wanbao Pavilion only welcomes guests below the Jindan realm on the first floor. Only the Jindan realm is qualified to go to the second floor, and the third floor is the Yuan realm."

Before the female cultivator finished her words, Lu Qingming appeared at the stairs leading to the second floor.

The female cultivator was stunned for a moment, then showed a slightly surprised expression.

It seemed that an important customer had arrived, so he hurriedly followed him.

But soon, her expression changed from surprise to shock, and finally to deep awe.

Floor by floor, this cold-looking, odd-tempered guest walked up quickly.

The cultivation restrictions set at the entrance of each floor were nothing to him.

Nascent Soul, Transformation, Mahayana...
He even went up to the top floor, which had only been opened a few times since the establishment of Wanbao Pavilion and was in name only and could only be entered by cultivators above the Dongxu Realm.

A powerful being in the Dongxu realm!
The female cultivator looked at Lu Qingming's back, suppressed her inner shock, turned around and ran away in a hurry.

She was no longer able to receive VIPs of this level, and she had to ask the head manager to come over.

"No.〃'."

"still none!"

"Where is it? Is it not displayed at all?"

Lu Qingming frowned. He had searched the so-called Wanbao Pavilion from top to bottom, but found nothing.

But the location sensed before is clearly here.

At this time, Lu Qingming saw a middle-aged monk in gorgeous robes walking towards him in a hurry.

The moment he saw me, he was obviously surprised. Then he bowed and said, "Senior, I am Yu Lingce, the shopkeeper of Wanbao Pavilion. What would you like to buy?"

Lu Qingming said coldly: "I want to find the things you got in Chixia Mountain."

The middle-aged man in the gorgeous robe was stunned after hearing this, and subconsciously said: "Senior, are you looking for the sword immortal inheritance and magic weapon that was passed down in the ancient cave on Chixia Mountain?"

Lu Qingming's eyes lit up.

It is indeed here.

"Yes! That's it, take it out and show it to me..."

Lu Qingming ordered in a commanding tone.

His inheritance is left to those who have a affinity with kendo, not to be displayed in the merchant pavilion for people to admire.

Since this person from Wanbao Pavilion inherited the tradition but still studied it, it proved that he had no affinity with swordsmanship, so I naturally had to take it back.

But after hearing what Lu Qingming said, the middle-aged man in the gorgeous robe smiled bitterly and said apologetically: "If you had come earlier, I could have taken out the treasure of the Sword Immortal. Now..."

Lu Qingming asked, "Has it been bought by someone? Who bought it? Where is it now?"

The middle-aged man in fancy gown shook his head.

Lu Qingming frowned, "Why can't you take it out? Are you afraid that I can't afford the spirit stones?"

"I dare not..."

The middle-aged man in the gorgeous robe shook his head in fear, then showed an expression of both heartache and helplessness on his face, and slowly said: "The ancient sword immortal inheritance treasure that the senior wanted... just now, for some reason, was shattered by another precious object in my pavilion..."

After hearing this, Lu Qingming was stunned for a moment, then an expression of disbelief and shock appeared on his face, and he whispered, "What?!"

Xie Lian held A'nu's hand and walked slowly on the street, feeling the vague but closely following gaze from behind, a faint smile appeared on his handsome face.

"We're home, Anu, go open the door."

When they returned to the door of his own shop, Xie Lian let go of Anu's little hand and greeted her. Anu immediately ran to open the door.

She glanced behind her seemingly unintentionally.

As expected, a look of panic appeared on her delicate and cool face, and she quickly turned and left.

It's her again..
Xie Lian shook his head in amusement and walked into the courtyard.

After entering the courtyard, he first helped Anu wash her hands and face, and then walked to the corner of the wall as soon as possible.

Seeing the small dark green sprouts in the corner still growing well, I felt relieved and a faint smile appeared on my face.

Xie Lian brought out the desk and laid out the four treasures of the study.

He picked up the pen and began to think hard.

"She gave me seeds, so it's only right that I should give her something in return?"

Senior Xie is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Romantic affairs are elegant things, so it stands to reason that giving him poems and paintings is the most appropriate gift.

But what poem should I give as a gift?

"The orioles are singing on the island in the river. A beautiful lady, is she the ideal match for the gentleman?"

"No, no, I'm a woman."

“Without the wings of a phoenix, how can we be connected with each other?”

"No, that won't work. We haven't even started yet. If we do, we'll scare people away."

Xie Lian racked his brains, but couldn’t come up with a suitable verse that was obscure enough to express his meaning of being “relatable”.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind. She put down the pen and a smile broke out on her face.

"Have it!"

"Since she gave me seeds, I will give her one."

----

Her ten slender and white fingers are more beautiful than the hands of most women in the world.

When these hands are placed on the strings of a musical instrument, they can produce the most unrivaled sound of mountains and flowing water. Now that they are holding mud, they are still displaying unparalleled skills.

A vivid and lifelike image of a girl was born from Xie Lian's hands.

Because every time he "caught" the girl he only took a quick glance before she ran away in a hurry, Xie Lian was not clear about some of the details of her appearance and could only rely on his imagination to make up for it.

However, when the clay figure was completely completed, the charm and temperament were extremely similar.

It perfectly presents the image of a young girl with infatuated eyes and shyness. Even though some details may not match the girl herself, anyone who takes a look at it will be able to recognize that the clay figure is of a girl.

Xie Lian looked at the clay figurine in his hand with a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Clay man, clay man, I am in the clay, and I am in the clay... She should be able to understand this meaning."

Xie Lian himself couldn't help but applaud his own brilliant idea.

Xie Lian smiled as he picked up the clay figurine he had made and walked out of the courtyard. He walked to the door and looked around.

There was no one there, but she knew the other person must be nearby, and even if not, he would come over sooner or later.

Xie Lian casually placed the clay figurine in the corner of the steps at the door, then stepped back and slowly closed the door.

After a while, a pretty girl with a delicate face appeared in front of Lianyue's shop.

You Tu walked to the door carefully, picked up the clay figurine left by Xie Lian, and looked at it curiously.

"Shh-"

You Tu's pretty face flushed red instantly, and her devilish heart was beating fast like a deer, as if it was about to fly out of her chest.

This clay figure.
It was clearly her that was pinched!

What does this mean, Lord Emperor?
Could it be that the Emperor is thinking
You Tu's pretty face turned red with embarrassment. She grabbed the clay figurine with one hand and pulled her skirt with the other. She was extremely shy.

Suddenly, You Tu came to his senses and shook his head vigorously.

Oh, Youtu, what kind of mess are you thinking about in your mind?

Her Majesty the Emperor is also a woman, how could she fall in love with you?
This clay figure must have a deep meaning!

But what is the deep meaning? What does the emperor want to tell me?
You Tu's face was full of confusion. He stared at the clay figure in his hand for a long time but couldn't figure out what it meant. He shook his head and prepared to go back and tell the Ghost Mother so that she could discuss it with him.

"crunch-"

The wooden door opens.

Xie Lian walked out of the door with a bright smile on his face.

I sang softly in my mouth: "Your green collar, my heart is always with you. Even if I don't go, why don't you send me your message? The peach tree is young and beautiful, and its flowers are bright and shining. The daughter is married, and she is suitable for her family."

The clear voice echoed long and deep over the courtyard.

Senior Xie, who was almost staggering when walking, didn’t even notice that a small red bird standing on the top of the tree was staring at Xie Lian with its eyes fixed on him. It looked as if it was ready to fight and gritting its teeth.

Inside the cave, You Tu knelt respectfully in front of a strange statue with six arms and two faces.

The clay figure that looked like her was now placed in front of the statue. A strange red light was emitting from the strange statue's eyes, which was sweeping back and forth over the clay figure.

"The Dao rhyme is hidden, it must be the work of the Emperor."

The Nightmare Ghost Mother took a good look before slowly speaking.

You Tu asked doubtfully: "Ghost Mother, then what do you think the Emperor meant by giving us this clay figurine?"

The Nightmare Ghost Mother shook her head, said nothing, and continued to stare at the clay figure.

"This clay figurine of the Emperor should be me. Does the Emperor mean that he already knows of my existence? No, that's definitely not what he meant..."

You Tu was completely confused. He analyzed the situation and overturned his own guesses at the same time, feeling bewildered and puzzled.

Suddenly an idea popped up in her mind, her cheeks flushed, and she stammered:

"Ghost Mother, do you think the Emperor wants to take me in as his wife..."

You Tu's voice became smaller and smaller, her head drooped lower and lower, her face flushed with shame, but before she could utter the last few words, Youyan Ghost Mother suddenly interrupted her.

"I understand!"

"what?!"

You Tu suddenly raised his head and said blankly: "Ghost Mother, what do you understand?"

The Ghost Mother said in a deep voice: "Look at that clay figurine. Although it looks very similar to you, it is different from you in details. This clay figurine does not represent you."

You Tu opened his eyes wide, "If it's not me? Then who is it? Is there anyone else who looks like me?"

The Ghost Mother of the Nightmare spoke faintly: "There is such a demon god in the demon world. He can change into many different forms and imitate the appearance, temperament and personality of most people in the world. He can even imitate the fluctuations of his soul..."

You Tu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly thought of an existence and blurted out: "Thousand-Faced Ghost Mother!"

"Correct!"

The Ghost Mother of Nightmares spoke calmly: "It is the Thousand-Faced Ghost Mother."

You Tu looked at the clay figurine again, and it was true.

Although he looks very similar to me at first glance, upon closer inspection, there are still slight differences between him and me.

This clay figurine was made by the Emperor. With the Emperor's strength and realm, he would definitely be able to mold a tiny real demon like her.

This difference is naturally the clue and hint left intentionally by the Emperor.

Case solved.

You Tu was a little dazed, and subconsciously asked: "Ghost Mother, what does the Emperor mean by reminding us of the Thousand-Faced Ghost Mother?"

"do not know?"

The Ghost Mother of the Nightmare shook her head and said, "There are very few demon gods in the demon world who know about the existence of the Emperor. We may be the only ones who know about it. It is hard to judge whether this Thousand-Faced Ghost Mother is a friend or an enemy.

If she is an enemy, then the Emperor's intention should be for me to kill the Thousand-Faced Ghost Mother for her. If she is a friend, then it means to unite with her.

But," Ghost Mother of the Nightmare hesitated, "The Thousand-Faced Ghost Mother is a veteran in the Demon God Realm. Although I am not afraid of her, it is still very difficult to get rid of her. If the Emperor really wants us to get rid of her, then this matter will be difficult to handle."

You Tu didn't listen carefully to what Youyan Ghost Mother said.

She bit her lips lightly, her eyes moving around, her heart filled with complex and incomprehensible feelings.

Youtu, oh Youtu, why do you still have this foolish dream? You really think that the Emperor has taken a fancy to you and wants to take you as his concubine.

Just now, I almost said it in front of the ghost mother.

Isn't it shameful?

"Oh, by the way, what was that guess you just mentioned? I want to hear your thoughts."

The sudden words of the Ghost Mother of the Nightmare brought You Tu back from his wild thoughts.

She was suddenly panicked and stammered, "No, I don't have any guesses. They are all random thoughts. Ghost mother, you heard it wrong..."

"is it?"

The Nightmare Ghost Mother looked at her in confusion, and finally shook her head, then turned her gaze back to the clay figure in front of her and continued to ponder.

You Tu's heart was completely confused.
"Broken? How could it be broken?!"

Lu Qingming's eyes were a little dazed.

Although the magic weapons and inheritance he left behind were not very precious immortal treasures, they were also genuine immortal-level magic weapons that had accompanied him for tens of thousands of years.

It is also influenced by his sword intent and sword energy day and night, and its solidity and sharpness are not inferior to ordinary fairy treasures.

Now someone told him.
Broken?!
Shattered by a treasure? !

What a joke, does this thing exist in the human world? Could it be a Xuantian treasure that was lost in the human world?
Lu Qingming's face turned pale.

His original intention of coming to the mortal world this time was to eliminate demons, but when he came down he found out that the demonic calamity in Zhongzhou had been resolved, and there was nothing for him to do with it anymore. He could wash up and return to the upper world.

Then he met a talented swordsman and on a whim he wanted to take him in as his disciple, but he was severely despised by the swordsman using metaphors like dragons, snakes, fish and shrimps.

That would be fine, but Qing Ming Sword Immortal wanted to see if the legacy he left behind in the human world would cause any waves in the cultivation world, or create any legends in the cultivation world.
Not only that, but he was also told that his stuff was smashed by something before it was even sold?!
Lu Qingming felt so upset, the more he thought about it, the more depressed he felt.

He couldn't help but sneer and said, "Bring out the Sword Immortal's Treasure and the treasure you mentioned. I want to see what treasure is so amazing."

Feeling the icy sword intent emanating from Lv Qingming, Yu Lingce's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He swallowed his saliva and replied carefully: "Senior, it's no problem for me to show you the treasure of the Sword Immortal. But if you want to see that treasure..."

Yu Lingce glanced at Lu Qingming's face and replied stiffly, "..you have to pay."

"Well?.."

Lu Qingming was stunned.

What the hell, his things were smashed and he wanted to see what had smashed them, but now he is asked to pay?

Lu Qingming was so angry that he laughed. He gritted his teeth and nodded, "Okay, you tell me, how many spirit stones do I have to pay?"

Yu Lingce whispered back, "Senior, we don't accept spirit stones, we only accept fairy jade."

Lu Qingming had a blank expression on his face. He casually waved his hand and scattered countless fairy jades, which piled up into a small hill on the ground in front of him.

"Is this enough?"

Yu Lingce and the female cultivator behind him almost popped their eyes out and nodded hurriedly: "Enough, enough."

Yu Lingce hurriedly asked the female cultivator to put away the fairy jade, and then hurried down to get the things.

Soon, all three things were in front of Lu Qingming.

A flying sword broken into several pieces, a shattered jade slip, and an ordinary calligraphy piece that has not been opened yet.

Lu Qingming's first glance fell on the flying sword and jade slip, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently twice.

It was indeed the flying sword he left behind, and the sword-wielding heritage in the jade slip was also engraved by him personally.

And now, it has all become a pile of waste, lying quietly in front of him.

Lu Qingming stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the flying sword. He could vaguely feel the wailing coming from the flying sword, as well as the strong sense of grievance.

It was like a child who had been beaten outside and started sobbing and complaining when he saw his parent.

Lu Qingming took a deep breath, suppressed the killing intent and anger in his heart, and then set his eyes on the last copybook. With cold eyes, he said word by word: "I want to see what kind of supreme treasure it is."

Lu Qingming picked up the copybook on the table and opened it casually.

The moment he opened the copybook, Lu Qingming was stunned for an instant, as if time had stopped for him.

His expression was dull and his eyes were staring blankly.

"The hall is full of flowers and drunk with three thousand guests, and the light of a sword chills fourteen states.

The spirit moves like air and rainbow, and the chivalrous spirit is free and unrestrained. "

Twenty-eight black characters written in iron and silver strokes came into his eyes, and then quickly enlarged in his mind.

In the blink of an eye, it was as high as the sky and as level as the earth.

It seems to be floating quietly, as if it has existed forever.

Perhaps it was just a blink of an eye, but it also seemed like a huge change had happened.

Lu Qingming woke up slowly from the copybook. At this moment, his eyes, heart and face were filled with shock and disbelief.

A hint of inexplicable sword rhythm emanated from Lu Qingming's body.

The bottleneck of the Immortal King, which had not loosened for a hundred thousand years, began to loosen gradually.

Lu Qingming stared blankly at the copybook in front of him, looking at the twenty-eight characters on it.

He asked himself in his mind: What did he see?
He saw the ultimate of kendo!
Lu Qingming took a deep breath, slowly stood up, stared at the Fish Spirit Book with blazing eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Where is the owner of the calligraphy? Take me there."

Yu Lingce was frightened by the aura unconsciously leaked from Lu Qingming, and his face turned pale. He secretly stepped back a few steps and said with a stiff upper lip: "Senior, that lady doesn't like to be disturbed..."

Lu Qingming frowned slightly and interrupted in a cold voice: "Do you know who I am?"

The next moment, the broken green flying sword on the table let out a clear sword chant and flew into the air, circling around Lu Qingming.

The sword intent and power on Lu Qingming's body also became extremely high in an instant, and Yu Lingce was pressed to the ground with a "thump".

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. Yu Lingce wiped the sweat off his forehead and hesitated for a long time before he replied tremblingly, "Senior, then...then you have to pay more."

Lu Qingming: “.”

Fairyland, Chunyang Fairy Palace.

Amidst the misty clouds, a towering palace made of red copper stands in the middle.

The hall was empty except for a tall and ethereal figure sitting cross-legged.

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The sandalwood burned quietly, and time seemed to slow down.

Suddenly, the figure in the hall slowly opened his eyes.

This man was like the sun, pure masculine and righteous. When he opened his eyes, the entire hall and even the entire world seemed to become bright.

"What are you looking for me for again?"

The figure spoke slowly, his voice calm and neutral.

In the void before him, a woman's face emerged.

This should have been one of the most charming and attractive faces in the world, but at this moment it was twisted into a ball, looking ferocious like a demon.

"Pure Yang!"

A sharp and piercing sound came out of the woman's face and mouth.

"Shangji is dead! Your son is dead! You are still hiding here, are you still a man?!"

Upon hearing about Shangji's death, Immortal Chunyang showed no sign of emotion and said calmly, "Qianmian, if you hadn't transformed into that appearance to seduce me, I wouldn't have been able to give birth to this evil child with you.

What does his life or death have to do with me? "

The woman stared at Chunyang Xianjun, and suddenly burst into laughter, saying sarcastically: "Chunyang, you are a hypocritical hypocrite, a coward with a heart but no courage!

You have been in love with that person for tens of thousands of years, how could you not recognize my disguise?

In the final analysis, you are just deceiving yourself and others, using my body to vent your unfulfilled desires."

When Immortal Chunyang heard this, his face suddenly became angry.

"Shut up! You have no right to mention her!"

The woman did not speak. She stared at Chunyang Xianjun with a resentful look in her eyes and said word by word, "I will ask you one last time. If your own son dies, will you help him?"

Immortal Chunyang quickly recovered from his brief loss of composure, returning to his calm state, and replied calmly, "I have already shouldered too many sins and karma for him.

Now that he is dead, it is karma and retribution. He cannot blame anyone but himself."

The woman stared at the Pure Yang Immortal Monarch, and finally nodded in hatred, gritting her teeth and saying, "Okay, if you don't care, I will. My son is dead, and I want that person and half of the human world to pay for my son's life!"

After saying this, the woman's face quickly disappeared into the void.

The Pure Yang Immortal seemed indifferent.

However, an illusory figure soon appeared in front of him and knelt on one knee in front of him.

"Greetings, Immortal Lord."

Immortal Chunyang said calmly: "Go and follow Shang Qianmian. Don't let her get into too much trouble. If necessary, protect her life."

"Yes."

The figure nodded respectfully and then disappeared.

When the hall had returned to its original state of emptiness and tranquility, Immortal Lord Chunyang slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with a complex and indescribable look, and he sighed heavily.

"This is it."

Yu Lingce stopped and pointed ahead and said to Lu Qingming.

In front of me is a towering mountain. From time to time, there are flashes of light passing by on the mountain. It is obvious that a sect of cultivators is located here.

Lu Qingming frowned slightly and said, "You took so many fairy jades from me, and you brought me here?"

Yu Lingce was a little embarrassed and explained, "Senior, that person lives in seclusion here and doesn't like to be disturbed. It's good enough that I can bring you here. That person is most concerned with fate. If the senior is destined, he will naturally be able to meet that person.

If there is no chance, then I can’t do anything about it.”

Yu Lingce added silently in his heart: If you can see that person, it means that you are also a chess piece on that person's chessboard. If not, then even if you are a sword immortal from the upper realm, you can do nothing about it.

When Lu Qingming heard the words in the Fish Spirit Book, he was slightly stunned.

He seemed to have heard this sentence from someone once.

Yes! It was that stubborn guy who said almost the same thing.

Could it be that the person the boy was talking about, the owner of the calligraphy and painting, and the mysterious person who killed the old demon Shangji?
Can't it be all done by one person?
Lu Qingming's expression was slightly shaken.

Probably!

After all, compared with the swordsmanship contained in the calligraphy, his swordsmanship is much better than the swordsmanship contained in the calligraphy.
It is indeed as huge as the gap between fish and shrimp in the river and dragons and snakes in the sky!
Whether it is true or not, you can only know it by seeing the person in person.

Lu Qingming took a deep breath and didn't bother to say hello to the Fish Spirit Book. He took a step forward and arrived at the Xiuxian Market at the foot of Taiyin Mountain.

"Since that person is living in seclusion here, it is very likely that he is living in this market disguised as a mortal."

Lu Qingming walked slowly in the market as if he was in an empty place, thinking about the other party's identity.

"This person's attainments in swordsmanship are unprecedented in my life. He was able to help me break through a bottleneck that had not been broken through for 100,000 years with just a piece of calligraphy. His cultivation level is definitely not that of an ordinary Immortal Lord, and it is unlikely that he is even a high-ranking Immortal Lord. He is most likely at the Immortal Emperor level."

"The flowers in the hall intoxicate three thousand guests, and the sword lights up fourteen states"

"He held a grand banquet for three thousand guests, and drank and sang. From the first half of this sentence, we can see that this person must be of a very noble status."

"A sword lights up fourteen states, fourteen states...Aren't there only nine great states in the fairy world now? Where did the fourteen states come from?"

There was a look of confusion in Lu Qingming's eyes.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind and he suddenly realized it.

"Fourteen states! In the ancient times of the Immortal Court, wasn't the Immortal Realm divided into fourteen states?! Could this person be a great immortal who has survived from the ancient times of the Immortal Court?!"

Lu Qingming's eyes were filled with excitement and excitement.

"It must be him! And he is a person of extremely noble status in the ancient fairy court era."

All previous speculations about the person who took action, such as Beilan Sword Lord, were overturned.

Having personally witnessed the ultimate sword art in the calligraphy, in Lu Qingming's heart, Beilan Sword Master was not even qualified to carry shoes for this person.

After figuring this out, Lu Qingming's brain started working rapidly.

"A figure from the ancient fairyland era, of very noble status, fond of wine, and quite unruly. Could it be... that person?!"

A person suddenly appeared in Lu Qingming's mind. The identity of this person made his sword heart pound wildly, and he couldn't suppress the shock and alarm in his heart.

"But what does the fate that stubborn boy and the people from Wanbao Pavilion talk about mean?"

"What is fate? Where is it?"

Lu Qingming frowned and was thinking, when suddenly he stopped and looked fixedly in a certain direction. His brows relaxed and a smile appeared on his face.

“It turns out that fate is right in front of us.”

Huanbao walked forward quickly carrying a box of snacks.

Last time he brought some snacks and fairy fruits to honor the emperor, and unexpectedly the emperor liked them so much that he bestowed many rewards on them.

Huanbao tasted the sweetness and came here again eagerly.

Seeing the Emperor's residence in the distance, Huanbao couldn't help but quicken his pace a little.

Learning from the Emperor to live like a real mortal, he gradually almost forgot that he was a true immortal.

At this moment, a figure appeared in front of Huanbao.

This person was wearing a green shirt and was standing in front of the door of the Emperor's residence with his back to him. He looked up at the sign with an obsessed look in his eyes and seemed to be muttering something.

Huanbao quietly released his spiritual sense to investigate the other party, but as soon as the spiritual sense touched the other party's body, it was suddenly bounced back.

And there was also a slight stinging pain, as if being cut by a sharp blade.

Sword Immortal!

And he is a sword immortal whose strength far exceeds his!

Huanbao was startled and stopped subconsciously. The man in green who was staring at the sign was also startled by his spiritual sense and turned his head coldly.

When Huanbao saw the other person's appearance clearly, he was stunned for a moment, and then blurted out in disbelief.

"Qingming Sword Immortal?!"

Lu Qingming raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you know me?"

Huanbao was shocked and suspicious, but he immediately bowed to Lu Qingming and said, "In Shangqingzhou, I had the honor of meeting the Sword Immortal once."

Lu Qingming nodded, then noticed Huanbao's clothes, the food box in his hand, and the destination.
A strange light immediately flashed in his eyes, and he appeared in front of Huanbao in a flash, staring at him closely, and asked impatiently: "Are you here to visit the owner?"

Huanbao nodded subconsciously
Lu Qingming was immediately overjoyed and hurriedly asked, "So you have seen this person and know his true identity?"

Huan Bao was also surprised when he heard this, and asked, "Is this the first time that Master Qing Ming Sword Immortal comes here?"

Lu Qingming nodded, "I came here following fate."

edge?
Huanbao was stunned, but when he recalled the first time he came here, he immediately understood what the fate that Lu Qingming was talking about was.

These are the signs in the market town written by the emperor himself.

"Tell me first, who is this person?"

Lu Qingming asked urgently, anxious to confirm a certain idea in his heart.

Huanbao looked around and lowered his voice, saying, "It turns out that Master Qingming Sword Immortal didn't know. The one living in seclusion here is His Majesty the Emperor Chiyan, who was famous in the ancient fairy court era!"

After saying this, Huanbao couldn't help but reveal a slightly complacent expression on his face.

There is no telling how many people in heaven and on earth know the true identity of the Emperor, but his Huanbao is definitely one of them!

When Lu Qingming heard what Huanbao said before, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his mood became more and more excited.

Because what Huanbao said was getting closer and closer to what he had guessed.

But when Huanbao said the four words "Emperor Chiyan", he was stunned.

"Emperor Chiyan?"

Lu Qingming couldn't believe it and asked, "Are you sure it's Emperor Chiyan?"

"certainly.."

Huanbao recounted with a hint of pride all the discoveries he had made in Xie Lian's residence, as well as his own detailed and careful reasoning process.

After hearing this, Lu Qingming frowned, looked at Huanbao, and asked, "In other words, this person has never admitted that he is the Red Flame Emperor?"

Huanbao thought about it and nodded, "I have never admitted it, but all kinds of evidence have proved that the Emperor is..."

"fart!"

Lu Qingming interrupted directly and sneered: "There is no way she can be the Red Flame Emperor!"

Huanbao was stunned, and before he could react, he heard Lu Qingming coldly say: "You probably don't know that the Chiyan Emperor was known as the first war god of the ancient fairy court and guarded the southern sky for the ancient emperor."

"It's a man!"

"what?!"

When Huanbao heard this, he froze on the spot, his mouth opened wide, and he was completely stunned.
Lu Qingming said calmly: "Among the four great emperors under the ancient emperor of the ancient fairy court, Emperor Chiyan was the most warlike one.

Her figure can always be seen when the army of the Immortal Court conquers all realms. She once single-handedly broke into the hell of the demon world and killed all the demons until they cried bitterly. She was willing to return only after her clothes were stained with blood.

However, the Red Flame Emperor always shows his iron face, so not many people know his true identity..."

Huanbao had a dull expression and stood there in a daze, his head buzzing. He was so shocked by this shocking secret that he couldn't react for a long time.

After a long while, he slowly recovered and murmured, "It's not the Red Flame Emperor. Then who is she? Who has the guts to impersonate the Red Flame Emperor?!"

Lu Qingming frowned and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Impersonation? This person never said that he is the Red Flame Emperor.

From beginning to end, it was all just your imagination."

Huanbao could hardly hold the food box in his hand. He swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty: "Master Qingming Sword Immortal, who is he?"

Lu Qingming's eyes flickered, and he said slowly: "A figure from the ancient fairyland era, of noble status, and known for his swordsmanship. If I'm not mistaken, this person should be..."

Lu Qingming's eyes suddenly flashed with a brilliant light, and he said word by word with great certainty: ".. She was also listed as one of the four great emperors, the only female, the White Emperor of the West who guarded the Heavenly Gate!"

Huanbao's body trembled violently, and he was shaken hard again.

"The White Emperor of the West, also known as the Emperor of Gengjin, controls weapons and is in charge of killing. He is the greatest swordsman in history..."

Lu Qingming's eyes revealed a deep yearning and admiration, and he continued, "It's just that Baidi is carefree by nature, loves poetry, wine and swords, and rarely takes action.

At the beginning, Emperor Chiyan was the number one person under the Ancient Heavenly Emperor, only because he was the number one war god in the ancient fairy court, dominating all realms, and everyone respected and feared him.

In my opinion, the most powerful person after the Emperor of Heaven should be the White Emperor of the West.

After all, sword cultivators are the best at killing people at the same level!"

Lu Qingming was slightly excited, and felt an inexplicable sense of honor in his heart.

Huanbao listened to Lu Qingming's words and said thoughtfully: "Hearing what you said, this person's temperament is really consistent with Baidi's.

This man is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he also loves wine. Not long ago, I witnessed the emperor dancing with a sword after drinking, causing a shocking phenomenon, and he even cut off the head of the uppermost demon with one sword to eat with his wine."

"That's even more correct!"

Lu Qingming's eyes lit up and he nodded, "As for what you said before, the ancient fairyland, the scene of the endless hell, and the Great Dark Sky Demon Sword, they can all be explained.

Emperor Baidi has a carefree and natural temperament. It's not impossible for him to go into the hell alone with a sword after drinking, but not many people know about it.

Even the Great Dark Demon Emperor was very likely to have died under the White Emperor's sword."

When I think of how Baidi once drank and sang, how he killed his way into the endless hell with a sword, and drank with the head of the Great Dark Demon Emperor of the Demon Realm,
That peerless grace.

Lu Qingming couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Sword repair!

That is the true peerless swordsman!
I am proud of it! I am proud of it!
Huanbao finally understood everything, and said with a complicated look, "No wonder this mortal would live in seclusion here, and has a gentle and casual temperament.

I originally thought that Emperor Chi Yan had washed away all his murderous intent and hostility, and was now cultivating his body and mind.

It turns out that I guessed all wrong. This person should be the White Emperor.

Only Baidi can have such leisure and elegance. "

(End of this chapter)