I cast eternal life with the seeds of Tao

"Master has arrived at Qingyu Hall!"

Zhao Heng looked shocked.

Because the master considered that he was an acquired warrior and did not have the spiritual consciousness to accept the message, the jade talisman he was given had limited effect and could only generate the power of induction within a thousand miles.

When I went to Annan District before, it was more than a thousand miles away from Qingyu Hall, so naturally I couldn't receive a signal.

The border area where he was at this time was exactly within a thousand miles of Qingyu Hall.

"It seems that Master arrived at Qingyu Hall recently.

Nowadays, the turmoil on the border between good and evil is spreading, and the master is the elder of the Yuhua Sect, so it is reasonable for him to come to the front line in person. "

Zhao Heng quickly analyzed the situation and determined that there was no danger and it was not because he had exposed himself.

After thinking about it again and again, I finally decided to go to Qingyu Hall first.

Anyway, the information about the ruins has not been confirmed yet, and the war between good and evil will not break out. It is necessary to meet the master.

It's just a good time to be pitiful and ask the master to transfer him to the rear, a safe place, such as the branch hall in the southeast of the empire, to sit in command.

With Muxuan's status, it should be easy to make this kind of personnel transfer.

In this way, I don't have to hide here and there, and I can stay away from this dangerous zone legitimately.

“This idea is very nice!”

Zhao Heng's eyes lit up and he was pleased with his cleverness. He immediately flew the weapon and flew eastwards.

After walking for several hours, we were still a hundred miles away from Yanyu City.

Zhao Heng lowered his escape light, restrained his aura, and integrated the innate energy into his whole body, without revealing a trace of attribute aura. The whole person looked the same as an acquired warrior.

After doing all this, Zhao Heng entered a nearby deep mountain.

In the mountain forest, there was a roar of wild beasts and the roar of battle.

After a while, everything was over, and Zhao Heng continued to rush to Misty Rain City.

…

At this time, Misty Rain City, Qingyu Hall Hall.

At the top of the hall, a majestic woman with purple clothes and silver hair, a dignified and solemn face, giving people a sense of inscrutability, sat in it.

It looks like he is sitting on the wooden chair, but in fact his body is suspended and free from dust.

This is none other than "Muxuan", the elder of Qingxia Peak of the Ascension Sect.

Next to her, the guests on the left and right are Li Qiu'e, the second disciple who came to the border with her.

And Wang Xuanfeng, who arrived at Qingyu Hall first and was carefully accompanying him at this moment.

There was also Liao Qingsong, the deputy head of Qingyu Hall, who was standing outside the hall door, his body bent and almost touching the ground, his whole body soaked with sweat.

The atmosphere in the hall was quite depressing. The female elder, who was as solemn as a Bodhisattva, said nothing but had a pressure as strong as the thunder of a mountain.

Even Li Qiu'e and Wang Xuanfeng felt depressed, let alone Liao Qingsong, an acquired martial artist.

At this time, Li Qiu'e couldn't help but speak.

"Master, don't worry. Although my junior brother is not very advanced, he is smart and kind to others. He will definitely not be in danger.

I think he was delayed for something and walked a little further. He didn't sense your jade talisman message. Maybe he will come back after a while. "

Muxuan, who had no expression on her face, moved her eyes slightly when she heard this and sighed.

"Now our seven sects of the righteous way and the four sects of the evil way are fighting at the border, causing turmoil between the good and the evil sects. Especially in the border area, there is danger everywhere.

Your junior brother's cultivation level is low, and he has been out for several months now. I'm afraid it's... bad luck. "

Speaking of this, Muxuan's eyes revealed a hint of worry and self-blame.

It was not her original intention to recruit Zhao Heng as her disciple. She just reluctantly accepted this registered disciple for the sake of her beloved disciple Yun Qingxue.

When she found out that Zhao Heng was actually gifted with hidden spiritual roots and had no hope of entering the innate realm, she was even more disappointed and became even less interested in this disciple.

However, what surprised her was that although this young apprentice was mediocre in talent, he was brave and responsible.

When no one was willing to take over the affairs of Qingyu Hall, he stood up bravely and shouldered the heavy responsibility. Not only did he not complain about himself, but he was grateful.

Moreover, he cleaned up Qingyu Hall in a short period of time, not only reversing the previous loss situation, but also began to continuously generate revenue and profits.

Among the many churches in Qingxia Peak, it has become the most valuable church in the upper reaches.

This young apprentice is not only outstanding in his work ability, but also very considerate.

Every month when Qingyu Hall turns over its revenue, it will give some elixirs for longevity and health, or some delicacies from the mountains. The gifts are not expensive, but they are Zhao Heng's sincerity.

It is said that the human heart is made of flesh. Even Muxuan, a great master in the Guiyuan realm, was gradually moved by this young disciple.

Only then did he call him back to the sect to attend the last gathering of elites.

But when Zhao Heng met him, he didn't mention a word about his contribution, neither asked for credit nor asked for reward.

Instead, he was grateful to his master, giving him gifts and asking for help.

When the gathering of heroes was over, Zhao Heng returned to the sect. Without any signs of laziness, he rushed to Qingyu Hall and started working.

Let me ask, who wouldn't like such a "little vest" who is courageous, hard-working, considerate and filial to the Master, and also modest and sensible?

Therefore, when Muxuan came to inspect the border this time on the order of the sect.

The first thing I wanted to do was come to Qingyu Hall to see how my young apprentice was doing.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at Qingyu Hall, I heard that Zhao Heng had gone out shopping and had not come back for two or three months.

Muxuan used the message jade talisman to sense, but found no trace of Zhao Heng.

Coupled with the current chaotic situation on the border between the two countries, it is natural to suspect that Zhao Heng has died unexpectedly, so he is in a bad mood and feels sad.

At this time, Wang Xuanfeng also spoke cautiously.

"Mu...Uncle Mu, Junior Brother Zhao has his own destiny, so he should be fine. Maybe he just went to a farther place to buy supplies?"

It was okay that Wang Xuanfeng didn't speak, but as soon as he spoke, Muxuan's slightly sad eyes immediately glanced at him coldly.

"Humph, I haven't settled the score with you yet!

As Xiao Heng's senior brother, you knew that the border situation was dangerous for him and he wanted to go out. Why didn't you stop him? "

Wang Xuanfeng shivered at Muxuan's cold gaze, and was about to explain that I tried to stop him.

But before he could speak, Muxuan shouted again: "Even if you don't stop him, you should follow him!"

Wang Xuanfeng wanted to say again, I said I wanted to go with my junior brother, but my junior brother refused.

But before he could say anything, Muxuan interrupted coldly.

"Hmph, if something really happens to Xiao Heng, even if you go to the sect master, I will punish you for neglecting your duties and lax security.

I will personally execute the criminal law, give you a hundred lashes, and make amends to your junior brother! "

When Wang Xuanfeng heard this, he almost cried aggrievedly.

Uncle Mu is not asking himself to apologize, he is asking himself to be "buried with" Junior Brother Zhao.

If he really wants Uncle Mu to whip him, he will be reincarnated as soon as the whip goes down.

While screaming in his heart, Wang Xuanfeng was also silently praying that nothing would happen to Junior Brother Zhao, otherwise this time, even if he does not die, he will still have to shed his skin.

Maybe God heard Wang Xuanfeng's prayer.

After a moment, Muxuan suddenly twitched her eyebrows and suddenly raised her eyes to look outside the hall, towards the west gate of Misty Rain City.

"Well...this is...Xiao Heng's breath!"

"Junior brother?"

"Junior Brother Zhao!"

Li Qiu'e and Wang Xuanfeng were also surprised.

The next moment, a vast mysterious light surged out from around Muxuan, sweeping the two of them into it, turning into a ray of light and disappearing into the hall.

In an instant, the three of them appeared on a narrow mountain road ten miles away from the west city gate.

As soon as the three people fell down, they saw the road ahead.

A young man was stumbling, covered in mud and dust, with scars and blood all over his body.

Holding a black cloth package tightly in his arms, he walked forward with difficulty.

As soon as they saw the face of the visitor clearly, the three of them were surprised and happy.

"Xiao Heng!"

"Junior Brother Zhao!"

"Little junior brother!"

Wang Xuanfeng stepped forward, ignoring the mud and blood on Zhao Heng's body, and grabbed him as if grasping a life-saving straw.

But the next moment, he was swept away by a strong wind behind him.

"Get out of the way!"

Muxuan and Li Qiu'e stepped forward and nervously supported Zhao Heng.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I found that the other party only had some superficial injuries and his breath was a little weak, but nothing serious.

"You...are?"

At this moment, Zhao Heng's face was pale, his lips were chapped, and he looked close to collapse.

He looked at the figures in front of him in a daze, and finally focused on Muxuan.

Only then did Zhao Heng's eyes get a glimmer of light. He forced himself forward and knelt down on one knee.

"Brother...disciple, pay homage to Master!"

Muxuan quickly helped him up, and Li Qiu'e on the side couldn't help but ask.

"Junior brother, what's wrong with you? How did you end up like this? Was it a demonic warrior who hurt you?"

Zhao Heng shook his head weakly and smiled bitterly: "Master, Second Senior Sister, Senior Brother Wang, I have made you worry.

During this trip, I was indeed going to the Black Flame Dynasty to purchase a batch of supplies. Although I encountered some dangers along the way, I managed to escape without any danger... "

However, when I returned to the border and passed a large mountain, I accidentally discovered a hundred-year-old elixir.

I heard that the hundred-year-old elixir is a magical thing from heaven and earth that can prolong life, so I thought of dedicating this thing to Master.

But I didn't expect that next to the elixir, there was a half-step innate realm mysterious beast. I fought with it for three hundred rounds and almost died. Fortunately, I finally got the treasure. "

Zhao Heng had a look of joy on his face, as if his life was nothing at all, and getting this elixir was the most important thing.

As he spoke, he stretched out his scarred hands and unfolded the black cloth wrapped tightly in his arms.

As a burst of fragrance hit his nostrils, a fist-sized, peach-shaped crystal spirit fruit with glowing light appeared in Zhao Heng's hand, stained with his blood.

He respectfully held the spirit fruit in front of Muxuan with both hands, his expression sincere.

"Master, my disciple has a low level of cultivation and limited qualifications. I have nothing to repay Master. I can only dedicate this elixir to you in return for your sincere teachings and care for your disciples!

I hope Master will not dislike you. "