The dim moonlight shines through the clouds, seeming to add a layer of dimness to everything in the world.

The black clouds gradually gathered into a group, and even the remaining light disappeared, leaving only the quiet night flowing slowly.

It makes the Cangshan Mountain below even more majestic.

In the Xuanwu Hall inside the mountain, a green lamp burned quietly.

Occasionally, the night wind blows, and the flames flicker, giving the empty hall a somewhat eerie feel.

A finger slowly fell down and tapped on the table with a soft sound.

Suddenly, the flames of the green lanterns no longer flickered on and off, and even the empty and cold hall seemed to become vivid.

Qi Taiquan gently turned over a page of the book, his eyes focused on the old paper, and landed on the neatly arranged rows of handwriting, but full of aloofness and rebelliousness.

Just like countless nights, he sat in the palace without moving, reading word by word by the light, and thinking silently.

The only difference is that the volume in hand today was all written by Emperor Wu of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

It's called Jinghong Tie.

Amidst the slight scraping sound of paper, Taoist Master Xuanwu seemed to be traveling upstream along the long river of time through every stroke of his brushstrokes, and saw the figure that dominated the world a hundred years ago.

Even with his vast and majestic state of mind, he couldn't help but be filled with emotion.

"When Emperor Wu of the Zhou Dynasty was still an ordinary prince, who was the mysterious person who appeared next to him?"

"What happened in each of these shocking posts, from being neat to being sloppy, to finally being depressed and frantic?"

"The yin and yang are born, turning from emptiness to reality, this is true; the heart and reality are intertwined, and the mind is gradually born, this is spirit."

"Emperor Wu has been suppressed for a lifetime, and he must have reached the two realms of Yang Ji Zhen and Ling. So what kind of experience is the Dharma he talks about?"

Qi Taiquan turned another page of Jinghong Post.

I just focused my gaze on it, and before I could carefully appreciate the mood contained in it, my thoughts were suddenly cut off by the sudden feeling.

But he suddenly raised his head, a look of surprise flashed across his face.

The green light flashed suddenly, and there was no one behind the table.

Outside the Xuanwu Hall, Qi Taiquan stood in the dark night, looking far to the north. Behind him, a looming image of a turtle and snake intertwined, entrenched above the Xuanwu Hall.

"Tao Master."

A figure quietly came nearby. He did not salute respectfully like other members of the Xuanwu Sect, but said hello casually.

Qi Taiquan dismissed the substantial vision behind him and breathed out a breath, "Which elder from our sect has gone to the north?"

"In reply to Taoist Master, since the rebellion of Prince Yan, all the elders have lived in the mountain gate, and no one has gone out."

"No?"

Qi Taiquan closed his eyes and remained silent.

Unknowingly, a slender figure emerged from the depths of his consciousness.

But at the next moment, he subconsciously shook his head.

"It can't be Sun Xiyue. She has forgotten most of the true meaning. How could she elicit such a degree of true meaning? It even made me feel it."

"Then, if it's not her, who could it be?"

Qi Taiquan frowned and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, another figure quietly appeared in his mind.

"Could it be him?"

Recalling that meeting in Xuanwu Hall, Qi Taiquan still feels emotional from time to time.

He was clearly a disciple of the Qinglin Mountain Yuan Dao, but he actually possessed the shadow of the Xuanwu Zhenjie Kung Fu. At that time, he was quite surprised, and he even thought of sending a Zhenjie annotation out of his mind. It was a casual move made intentionally or unintentionally.

Not long after, Sun Xiyue returned from southern Xinjiang, and when she talked about how she had crossed the vast mountains to live towards death, the army town armor soldier whom Duan Sheli was pointing at suddenly caused more waves in his heart.

As the master of Xuanwu Taoism, he has seen countless talented and stunning young people. Even Sun Xiyue at the time could be regarded as watching her step by step get to where she is now.

He originally thought that except for Sun Xiyue, no other young man would surprise him.

But there are no absolutes in this world, everything is possible.

It was hard for Qi Taiquan to imagine that a soldier from an ordinary military town, after receiving evil thoughts related to Grand Master Feng Zhen, not only lived to this day, but even lived to become the Taoist Master of Qinglin Mountain.

Moreover, this Yuan Taoist disciple did not practice Hunyuan Secret Records, but he understood the Xuanwu True Understanding to an extremely deep level, which was far inferior to that of many elder Taoist disciples in the mountain sect.

"If it's really him..."

Qi Taiquan thought for a long time before sighing slowly, "Doesn't it mean that no matter what his true cultivation level is, this young man has already surpassed most of his disciples in understanding the true meaning of Xuanwu.

To think further, it is really astonishing that he may have reached a high level of divine will without ever observing the Xuanwu Chapter."

"Xuan Ying."

Thinking of this, he said calmly, "Go to Qizhou and see Qinglin Mountain Wei Daozi and what level of strength he has reached now."

Deep in the darkness, a man's voice sounded quietly, "If I go north, Taoist Master..."

"You don't have to worry about me here."

Qi Taiquan slowly turned around and entered the gate of Xuanwu Hall, "The really important opportunity may fall on him. You should understand what I mean."

Qizhou Fucheng.

Ning Xuanzhen walked slowly in the streets.

It was already dark, and there were few pedestrians outside.

Except for a few places where lights were on, the rest was dark.

People all fell asleep, waiting for the dawn to come.

He has been here for a day and a night, but he still can't find the figure that sneaked in.

Compared with the Beihuang Saint Master who caused fluctuations in Brahma's spiritual energy when activated, this feeling of being invisible and unheard like a fish in water made him more vigilant. If the other party made trouble here, the damage it could cause would definitely be even greater than Luo Qingjun's.

horrible.

All the wounds on Ning Xuanzhen's body have healed, and nothing wrong can be seen on the surface.

It's just that his face has become much older, and an increasingly dense aura of death is emanating from his body. Even the Yangji Grandmaster's unique reversal of vitality cannot offset it.

After turning an intersection, Ning Xuan really wanted to lift his foot and continue moving forward, but he stopped without any warning.

After a moment, he slowly turned around and looked in the direction of Qinglin Mountain.

"What happened that actually aroused the Qi of Qinglin Mountain Blessed Land?"

Ning Xuanzhen's expression changed slightly, and then he raised his head and looked at the night sky.

Large dark clouds gathered, covering the stars and closing the moon.

Another north wind gradually picked up and howled by.

The entire city was enveloped in rising dust.

The next moment, Ning Xuanzhen's figure was gone at the intersection.

Only the dead leaves were left, blown up by the strong wind, flying high into the air, and then scattered everywhere.

By the Mingshui River, Luo Qingjun was walking along the bank.

She suddenly stopped and looked back in the direction of Qinglin Mountain.

"It seems that Ning Xuanzhen is in a very bad condition, and he even started to activate Qinglin Mountain's energy to suppress his injuries."

After saying a sentence, Luo Qingjun fell silent, as if waiting for something.

The ground suddenly began to tremble slightly.

Even the quietly flowing water caused ripples in circles.

At this moment, a man covered in black robes slowly walked over.

Every step he took was silent.

But it caused the beach to tremble, as if each footprint was the center, and ripples spread outward.

The man stopped nearby, and for a moment the sea was calm and calm.

When he spoke, his voice lost the hoarseness and dryness from the previous meeting, and sounded gentle and rich, "I just went to Shengze Heart Island to visit the Holy Master not long ago. I didn't expect to meet him again in Qizhou so soon."

Luo Qingjun smiled and said, "Mr. Chi's recovery is also a major event worthy of celebration."

"I would also like to thank the Holy Master for using the blood pool to help me heal my injuries. Otherwise, I don't know how long it will take to completely remove the cold poison from my body."

When the man said this, he turned his head and looked north, "During this period, the Royal Lord was also deeply troubled by the Black Ice Sea. A large number of elites from the Golden Horde were transferred to the far north ice field. Otherwise, it would be a great opportunity for the Holy Master to make this trip."

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"Is the Xuan Binghai incident such a big deal?"

"The situation over there is really not very good."

Mr. Chi sighed softly, "If this continues, the Royal Lord may start the Brahma Jiao to see if the problem can be solved once and for all."
To be continued...