Eternal Tranquility

A few months later.

In the far west of the Zhuoyuan, there is a wilderness of hills where even small foreign tribes are unwilling to live. Because it is the rainy season, the long-lasting turbid fog in the sky has been diluted by the heavy rain, and it is rare to see the light. A little clear skylight.

The rain continued and fell quietly, but it was as if an invisible hand had suddenly plucked the strings of a piano, causing ripples in the air. A little girl suddenly appeared in front of the deserted hill.

The little girl looks to be about twelve or thirteen years old. Her big round eyes are as bright and pure as if she can speak. Her round face and delicate facial features are full of the charm and beauty of a girl.

She first looked around and saw that the two small and cute round corners hidden in her hair were slightly exposed. When she saw that there was nothing unusual, she jumped into the air and went to the other side.

Most of a day later, the little girl appeared again and disappeared in the same location.

After the ripples, the original hill turned into a valley. The purple-eyed man meditating in the valley opened his eyes and closed them again when he saw it was her.

The little girl knew that the other person's temper was like this, so she didn't care. She jumped into the cave door opened on the mountain wall, and took out a token from a quiet room in the innermost room. The space in front of her was split open. seam.

As soon as she entered the Songxi Cave Sky Map, a member of the Shui Xiu tribe who happened to be passing by saw her and quickly bowed and saluted: "Mr. Chu Yi."

The little girl nodded with a smile and asked curiously: "Where are you going?"

A woman stood out from the crowd and replied: "We are going to the deep valley to collect ebony mushrooms and come back to refine the elixir."

"Oh, then go ahead."

After saying goodbye to a group of people, the little girl went up to Daqing Mountain and heard the sound of sword whistles coming from behind the mountain.

She then looked for the place where the sound of the sword came from, turned around a towering mountain wall, and saw sword shadows all over the sky above a newly opened sword platform in the back mountain. The layers were stacked one after another, as if ten thousand swords were firing at once, disappearing one by one. One layer after another is added, and the eyes are filled with dazzling sword light, making it difficult to distinguish reality from reality and not allowed to get close.

After a while, the space shook violently, and the entire Daqingshan seemed to shake.

The baby who was sleeping in the spiritual veins of the mountain turned over, but he had become accustomed to such movements these days, so he just grunted dissatisfiedly and didn't bother to bart his teeth at anyone.

The sword light in the sky retracted inwards, making a loud sound as it broke through the air. In a blink of an eye, it merged into a long black sword, with green lines on it, winding like a dragon. Suddenly, it turned into a sword intent and disappeared.

When all the sword energy dissipated, Liu Qinghuan's figure was finally revealed.

He stood there, quietly comprehending the meaning of the sword for a while, and then put away the Fusheng Sword. He saw the little girl running over, her eyes filled with admiration: "Master, this move is the Can Zi Jue, it's so powerful!"

Liu Qinghuan was amused by her cute appearance. After a long and arduous training, Chuyi finally broke through the shackles of the fourth level and reached the fifth level where she could transform.

"Has the elixir been delivered?"

On the first day of the new year, he followed him up the mountain and chirped: "It's here. It's hard to find the master's cave in Chonglou. After he found it, he asked me to wait for a long time before opening the door... He said the elixir was very good, and he told the owner that the elixir was very good." Everything you want to know is engraved on the jade slip."

As she said that, she took out a jade slip and handed it over. She wrinkled her little face and said pitifully: "That person is so annoying. He bullies me every time. This time he wants to touch my horns. Humph! Master, I'll do it again in the future." I don’t want to see him anymore, so I don’t want the things he gave me!”

Liu Qinghuan laughed loudly. While looking at the jade slip, he reached out and touched the two little horns on her head: "He really likes you... What did he give you?"

Chu Yi wrinkled his nose and took out a ringing bracelet to show him: "I don't want it, but he still insists on it, saying that if I don't want it, he will throw it away... It's a pity to lose it, I have no choice but to take it."

Although she said she was disgusted, there was an unmistakable fondness in her eyes.

Liu Qinghuan was a little surprised when she saw that the bracelet was made of several delicate and delicate flowers. Each flower was carved from clear green crystal jade. The core of the flower was a water-colored hidden spirit bead that shone brightly. It was actually a piece of high quality. A good magic weapon.

He couldn't help but touch his chin and thought about it for a moment, suddenly feeling slightly annoyed that his daughter was being coveted.

The purpose of contacting Ye Jing this time was to ask the other party some questions about cultivation, and also to ask about the Treasure Mirror Palace, but in the future... let's communicate using the communication talisman.

"Okay, I won't see him again. Now that you have cultivated into a human body, go take a look in the secret vault and choose some suitable magical weapons for yourself."

While talking, the two of them had reached the front mountain, and two towering trees stood side by side on the roadside.

The nearly mature tree has reached a height of dozens of feet, and its trunk is as thick as two people hugging each other. It is no longer just a bare stone pile like it was when it was a seedling. Instead, it has lush branches and leaves, casting a large shade.

Fortunately, there are only a few spiritual fields left on Daqing Mountain today, so these two heaven-level fifth-grade sacred trees will not compete with each other for their spiritual energy.

Chu Yi touched the bark of the tree, which was still as hard as stone: "Master, has this tree grown? I saw that the Graystone tribe has also planted a large area, and it grows much better than outside."

Liu Qinghuan stretched out his hand, and the green air between his fingers was like rain, watering it on the roots of the tree: "Of course, there is plenty of spiritual energy in the picture, which is suitable for the growth of the stone tree."

Chuyi tilted his head and asked, "Master, don't you plan to cultivate your strength?"

"Of course it needs to be repaired, otherwise it wouldn't be a waste of this rare sacred tree and the wood crystals that are quickly piling up in the warehouse, but not now."

Liu Qinghuan raised his head and looked at the huge tree crown: "Cultivation of strength and physical training are complementary to each other. If you only cultivate strength without physical training, your body will be burst by the explosive force sooner or later. I don't have a suitable physical training method at hand, so I have to wait and see. Let’s talk after Zhuoyuan goes out.”

Moreover, his cultivation has reached the late stage of becoming a god. He has to begin to understand the dual meanings of yin and yang, and he has to continue to perfect his self-created follow-up skills. He also has to practice the remaining four characters of the Eight-Character Sword Art. He really doesn't have time to train his body.

The realm of yin deficiency and yang reality is a very special stage of cultivation. It can be regarded as two realms or one realm. It requires refining the spirit to return to emptiness, return to the origin, and finally refine the pure yang god.

Leaving Chu Yi to play by himself, Liu Qinghuan returned to the quiet room and concentrated on practicing.

But outside the small cave, in the turbid abyss, a miserable storm is brewing.

After years of fighting, the turf war has gradually calmed down, but I don't want to suddenly show up with a cultivator who is capable of reaching heaven.

Changying is not as good-tempered as Liu Qinghuan. Seeing that the demon cultivators in Zhuoyuan are no match for the pigs and dogs, how could he be polite? And they seized Heishui City and Dao Wuya.

Hu Si and Zhou Qi finally remembered Liu Qinghuan and found the gray stone ground with sad faces, but they couldn't find anyone anywhere.

At this point, the Qingming monk who was knocked down into the abyss was finally no longer greeted by countless stone sticks as soon as he came down. He could barely have a place to recuperate, and at the same time he had to obey Chang Ying's orders.

This started the era when human cultivators ruled Zhuoyuan. However, this happened several times in history. The aliens and demon cultivators were also very adaptable and chose to live with their tail between their legs.

The upper world is so wonderful, but they are turbulent, barren and uncivilized. The powerful human cultivator will leave sooner or later. I just hope he can leave soon.

But ten years have passed, twenty years have passed, fifty years, one hundred years, one hundred and fifty years...

Several generations have passed since the short-lived alien race, and the damned human cultivators still haven’t left!

Compared with Dongyuan, Xiyuan, which is more barren, is relatively peaceful.

With their perseverance and tenacious vitality, the small tribes in the Gray Stone Land have once again become accustomed to the days of being oppressed, but their ancestors still recite the deeds of Lord Qinglin.

It is said that the master was kind and kind, not only allowing them to eat well, but also treating them well, just like a real immortal.

The foreigner couldn't think of any kind words and could only tell his children and grandchildren in the most plain words. His turbid eyes revealed the nostalgia for the past time.

"I was wrong, I was wrong. If I had known it, if I had known it..." Ying, who was so old that she couldn't straighten her back, sat at the door of her home, looking in the direction of the gray stone.

Because he is an intermediate strength master, his lifespan is much longer than that of ordinary tribesmen, but he is already in his final years.

The children around him raised their heads and asked in confusion: "Grandpa, what did you know earlier?"

"If I had known, when Hua'er and the Shuixiu Clan recognized Lord Qinglin as their master, I should have led the whole clan to recognize Lord Qinglin as their master. Now it's too late to say anything, it's too late..."

Just as he was talking, he heard the turbid fog in the sky suddenly rolling violently, and large areas gathered together. Soon there was lightning and thunder, and the rumbling sound was like an explosion in the ears...