It is the top priority in the view.

"No one knows whether the 'local book' is ethereal or not. We agree to the emperor just because we are unwilling to offend the court."

The old Taoist Xuanwei shook his head slightly, and then said seriously:

"The people in the world chase the earth together. I am no longer in the grand occasion of the past, so don't join in the fun. What I want you to do is to do is related to my future."

"Um?!"

Lu Qingting's heart was shocked.

What is the future of the Hanging Mountain?

This was the first time he saw the head sect such an attitude, solemn, and even nervous.

Who is Xuanwei Taoist?

The master of the Hanging Mountain, the one who holds the world's Taoist sect, is recognized as the most saint in the world as the most saint master, Taoist arts and martial arts.

He is only one Taoist fruit away from the Martial Saint. When it comes to martial arts knowledge, he is afraid he is no less than many Martial Saints of the World.

Today, Xuankong Mountain is one of the three major sects in the world, with all the masters and uncles of the sects above and all the divisions that disperse the world below.

Who can shake the future of the Hanging Mountain?

"A thousand two hundred years ago, the reason why the ancestor pretended to die to the Golden Plate was to use fake death to cut off the entanglement of luck with the Hanging Mountain..."

The old Taoist Xuanwei could see Lu Qingting's doubts clearly, but he did not solve the doubts, but instead revealed an old story on his own.

"It has something to do with the ancestor?"

Lu Qingting calmed down.

"...The ancestor found seventy-two divine peaks in the world, and used his own energy as a guide, and used the power of the mountains, rivers and veins in the world to suppress the "One Page of the Underworld" somewhere between the world..."

"The ancestor suppressed a page of Nether Book? The reason why he pretended to die was to avoid implicating the sect?"

Lu Qingting was a little stunned.

This is the first time he has heard of these words, and there is no record of just a few words in the sect’s classics.

"The ancestor is a god! However, the book of the underworld is the legendary treasure of the underworld. It is a belated thing, and it will come eventually."

The old Taoist Xuanwei sighed lightly:

"The 'Immortal and Magical Illusion Realm' left by the ancestor is about to be born. You are in the world with the speed of "Divine Action" and you can take a walk for me.

Take back the master's sword "Seven Tribulation Sword"."

Lu Qingting digested it for a long time before nodding:

"Disciple understands."

"Don't be careless."

Seeing that he responded, the old Taoist Xuanwei warned:

"The ancestor borrowed the seventy-two divine peaks to suppress the earth veins and invisibly owed those famous mountains and rivers. Therefore, the fantasy realm of immortals and magic will appear at the seventy-two divine peaks at the same time..."

"You, be careful."

"Don't worry, the head teacher."

Lu Qingting smiled slightly:

"Disciples are not good at fighting, but the skill of escaping is the best in the world."

After saying that, he bowed and said goodbye.

Without seeing how he moved, his figure had disappeared from the spot. In a moment, he had reached the mountain gate ten miles away.

The speed was so fast that even the Xuanwei Taoist, who was only one line away from the Martial Saint, could not help but look at him sideways.

"A magical power..."

The old Taoist priest murmured and closed his eyes.

He studied Confucianism in his youth, was famous as a Manshilin, and became a monk in middle age. He was hailed as a Taoist true practitioner. The martial arts that he had never practiced wholeheartedly had already arrived at the Martial Saint.

Even if you are in charge of the Hanging Mountain, it seems to be natural and there is no obstacle.

But he still has no Taoist fruit...

call!

The void was filled with mist, and Lu Qingting flashed, hanging in front of the sky, and someone blocked the road to the only way down the mountain.

The autumn wind is gentle, and the old trees with no branches and leaves are swaying in the wind.

Wearing a snow-white Taoist robe and delicate-looking woman's crown was behind her hands, looking at the distant mountains under the tree, surrounded by the light mist blown by the wind.

It's really like a banished immortal who came to the world, a fairy in the painting.

"Teacher, senior sister?"

Lu Qingting's expression was slightly tight.

The person in front of me is his senior sister, and the first and only "Seven Sons in the Sky" of their generation.

Gu Qingyi.

"Junior brother, where are you going?"

White-clad woman smiles:

"Take me one?"

"no."

Lu Qingting took a step back and shook his head to refuse.

The female crown paced, and Lu Qingting retreated repeatedly, and repeated this, one person walked more than ten feet and the other person retreated more than ten feet.

Just as Lu Qingting was about to run away, the lady spoke.

"No, then forget it."

Unexpectedly, the female crown did not force it, but she took out a glass of wine from somewhere, handed it to her junior brother, and saw him off.

Unexpectedly, when Lu Qingting saw this glass of wine, his body trembled suddenly, almost causing the "Shenxing" to run away.

In the Hanging Mountain, there are seven "seeds" in total, among which they are stronger than themselves, but he is self-reliant on his "godly move" and never fears.

Only the one in front of him is really afraid of it.

"It's Mengpo soup again?"

Lu Qingting's eyes were full of caution. God knew how long it took him to remember the three words "Mengpo Soup":

"Senior sister, don't even think I'll drink another glass of wine..."

"Yeah?"

Gu Qingyi smiled slightly.

"you?!"

Lu Qingting felt that it was not good, but he felt dizzy and had a trance.

"Junior brother?"

In a daze, he heard his senior sister's shout and opened his eyes:

"Senior Sister? You..."

"Is it too hard to practice? Why did you suddenly get stunned as you walk?"

Gu Qingyi was a little worried.

"Senior Sister Lao is worried, Junior Brother is fine."

After shook his gray head, Lu Qingting forced out a smile, thinking that he had practiced too hard:

"Senior sister, where are we going?"

"You~"

Gu Qingyi sighed helplessly:
Chapter completed!