"You saw his funeral in Shushan with your own eyes. You know this question more clearly than me."

The Lord of Zishan Mountain did not look back, and she seemed not very interested in answering this question.

"Human eyes are the most reliable thing. In the funeral of Shushan, many holy mountains in the Heavenly Palace and Underworld have arrived... The most important thing is that Xu Zang is carrying the 'Imperial Blood Curse' of the Great Sui royal family." Chu Xiao said calmly: "He killed the Taoist guardian of Hongfu River. The mark on his body can never be washed. Only by dying can the mark disappear between heaven and earth."

Ning Yi laughed at himself and said, "The problem is, Xu Zang once told me that people always trust their eyes too much, and what they see may not be true... So when I uncovered the coffin, I still had a fantasy that this man was not dead and was still alive, otherwise why would Shushan be closed for a year?"

He mustered up the courage, bowed, and said seriously: "I don't have the courage to see what this man looks like after his death, but I always feel that a person like him should not die like this. Now when I observe the Changling Sword Monument, my body is surrounded by death. I have a vague premonition in my heart that disaster will fall on me in the future. No matter what the outcome is, I will never sit quietly in Zishan like Xu Zang, and there will be no more meeting."

Chu Xiao turned around slowly, and the thin but wide umbrella surface covered her face and said, "You came to Changling to observe the sword monument to experience the feeling of death coming?"

Ning Yi grinned and said, "It's not all. I want to try to walk the way Xu Zang has walked to see if he has lie to me."

The Lord of Zishan Mountain under the umbrella was silent for a while.

"You are either a lunatic or a fool. No one has ever absorbed the dead energy, just to experience the perception of the 'death disaster' when it comes. If you can't get through it, then you are really dead."

Ning Yi has been waiting for this sentence for a long time.

He took a light breath and asked piously: "So, if you really die... is there a way to resurrect from the dead?"

Chu Xiao was so angry that she almost burst out laughing.

"Zishan studied the forbidden art of life and death... But what do you think of me? A life-saving living Bodhisattva? Even the great master of Lingshan cannot save a dead person." She subconsciously moved away the umbrella, and the clouds sneered, revealing a cute and tender doll cheek. Because of her anger, she felt a little solemn on her pink face. Chu Xiao said angrily: "Are you trying different ways to hope Xu Zang can walk in front of you and give you a sword sheath?"

Ning Yi looked at the cheek of the Lord of Zishan Mountain and was a little stunned for a moment. He never expected that this powerful Zishan who practiced the "forbidden art of life and death" would actually cultivate himself into this way. It is said that Senior Chu Xiao was a figure of the same era as Mr. Lu Sheng from Shushan. He lived for almost five hundred years, but he actually had a... young girl's face?

He quickly came back to his senses and said seriously: "Nothing... I'm just curious, it's rare to see the senior's real person. If you don't ask these questions, you will never have a chance. What's more, senior is ranked first in the world of the Sui Dynasty in this taboo field."

Chu Xiao snorted coldly, completely ignored Ning Yi's flattery. Hearing the boy's subconsciously aggravated four words "Senior Real Person", she moved back to the big red oil paper umbrella, the umbrella surface drooped, and the clouds returned to their position, covering her true face.

Ning Yi smiled embarrassedly when he saw this scene.

The girl under the umbrella was hesitant, as if she wanted to speak.

Chu Xiao's body was not what she wanted to show her preference. Before, when Xu Zang stepped into Zishan, she did not show up for a while. Because of her martial arts, she had to come behind Xu Zang with a wisp of divine thoughts.

Zishan is closed all year round.

Since Nie Hongling's death, she is the only one "person" left in Zishan. Chu Xiao's practice of practice can help her survive the first five hundred years, but the inheritance is about to be broken. This trip is to take advantage of the great world to find a disciple she likes.

Because of some mistakes in the practice, when I finally went out, I could only walk around the world with this slightly immature girl posture. Fortunately, Chu Xiao did not meet a fool who was "unaware of his good deeds" on this journey. He was able to quietly all the way, and came to Tiandu alone in the form of a girl. This oil paper umbrella took great contributions.

Ning Yi's eyes were placed on the red umbrella, and he asked tentatively: "Senior's umbrella..."

"Mr. Lu Sheng from Shushan gave me." Chu Xiao spoke in a very light voice and said, "Lu Sheng and Zhao Rui are brothers with good relationships. They used to come to Zishan to play. A red umbrella and a white umbrella were all treasures with extremely high rank in Shushan. Zhao Rui later hunted a big monster in the northern border, drew his muscles and bones, and fought a decisive battle with a peak monster in the world of the demon clan, breaking an umbrella weapon. This battle gave the reputation of "Dongyanzi" and forged a thin snow, Lu

The saint is no longer in Shushan and has disappeared, so he used the Snow as a sword bone. For a long time, he has been using it to hold an umbrella. When Xu Zang wore a sword down Shushan, he was carrying a long sword and an oil-paper umbrella. Everyone in the world thought that the long sword was the "Snow Snow". Xu Zang killed countless people with an ordinary long sword and used murderous aura to cultivate the sword energy. He fought many geniuses to break their courage. On the day of the third decisive battle with the Star List, he drew out the Snow Snow and killed it with one sword. He finally made his name for himself."

Ning Yi was in a daze as he listened to these old events in Shushan, as if he had returned to that era.

No wonder Xu Zang made the snow look like that... On the night when he was traveling to Anle City to kill horse thieves, Xu Zang told himself that this oil-paper umbrella was an important thing. He thought the snow was heavy, but the more he walked back, the more he knew that the weight of such things was still underestimated by himself.

Ning Yi took a breath.

"This red umbrella was originally a treasure that I planned to leave for Nie Hongling." Chu Xiao's voice was hoarse, "She and Xu Zang, the two of them had traveled together in the Sui world. The red umbrella of the Snow Snow. If there was no future, I wouldn't have gone to Zishan."

"Senior came out of the mountain this time... to find disciples?" Ning Yi seemed to have captured the key point in the words of the Lord of Zishan Mountain. Hearing this tone, it seemed that he was deliberately telling it to himself, "Senior already has a candidate?"

Chu Xiao did not avoid Ning Yi's problem, but said directly: "Some."

Ning Yi lowered his eyebrows, smiled, and didn't ask much, and said obscurely: "If you don't want to, seniors can't rob it openly, right?"

Chu Xiao snorted coldly.

Ning Yi smiled and said with a smile: "Zishan is a good place. Unfortunately, I went to Shushan early, otherwise I would have to be stubborn and practiced the great path of life and death with my seniors. Is it still too late? Senior Chu Xiao, just teach me some methods, not to mention beating Luo Changsheng so hard that he could urinate. It would be enough to beat Cao Ran from the North."

"Yes." The girl under the red umbrella lifted up the umbrella face and showed a smiling face. Her eyes were thinking about it and turned around Ning Yi, and said, "I want to easily pick up Cao Ran, right? No problem."

Ning Yi suddenly felt a chill. He lowered his head along the gaze of the Lord of Zishan Mountain, feeling his whole body tremble.

"Ning Yi, your qualifications are indeed good. You can go to Zishan whenever you want to worship you. It's a pity that I don't accept men from Zishan. If you want to worship you, you can try to castrate yourself by wielding your sword. If you can't make up this decision, I will help you now." The girl in red smiled brightly, raised her hand, and the mist in Changling roared.

"No, no..." Ning Yi waved his hand quickly to refuse. Cold sweat had already oozed out of his forehead. The girl in red in front of him waved her hand, and the clouds and mists were whistling in the sky, whistling and dispersing, coming and going in a hurry, and with a breath, he returned to calm again.

The girl in red who had scattered the mist in Changling was taken back, looked at Ning Yi, and said calmly: "There may not be no resurrection technique in this world that can bring the dead back to life."

The fog goes back and forth, which seems casual and does it with ease, but actually contains motivation.

Ning Yi raised his head and found that his divine thoughts could no longer be conveyed. This area was blocked by Chu Xiao's great means, and all the sounds could not be heard.

Ning Yi pursed his lips. He knew that what the Zishan Mountain Lord was going to say next was probably really touching on the contents of that taboo area.

"The Taoist sect and the Buddhist squeezing fire are all revival techniques in a sense." Chu Xiao said calmly: "The Bodhisattvas of Buddhism and the Heavenly Venerable of the Taoist sect, who pass on their lifelong cultivation to the next destined person. This is indeed a great fortune, but it is not the 'resurrection of the dead' that I, Zishan, pursued."

"If you have seen Song Que of Lingshan and Gu Yiren, the Holy Lord of Yaochi, you will know that these two great powers inherited from the reasons. If we use the Tao Fruit, the Heavenly Lord and the Bodhisattva have indeed come alive, but the memories of the previous life are already a little blurred, leaving only scattered fragments." The face of the girl in red is calm, "My Zishan has been included in the Holy Mountain of the Great Sui Dynasty. After thousands of years of turbulence, a bluestone in the mountain gate has not been damaged. It is relying on the strongest 'life and death forbidden art' in the world!"

"Senior...Is the method of resurrection of the dead in Zishan?" Ning Yi spoke with hope.

"The way the Zishan Dharma is to lead is not to 'resurrection of the dead', but: if the practitioner is not dead, then try every means to make yourself live long enough." Chu Xiao shook his head.

The girl in red narrowed her eyes and looked at Ning Yi, and found a look of disappointment flashing across the latter's face. She joked and said, "After saying this, do you think I'm playing with you?"

Ning Yi shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I actually know what the senior said."

Chu Xiao said lightly: "For ten years, except for Qianshou and Xu Zang entering the mountain, no one has visited Zishan... There is only one exception."

Ning Yi raised his head in confusion.

"Not long ago, the man named 'Wu Daozi' came again." Chu Xiao looked at Ning Yi and raised his eyebrows and said, "That person said that he found the clue of the art of resurrection."
Chapter completed!