Fortunately, there are only a handful of people in this world who can see the karma of Qingyun Blood Evil. Even the old monsters in the Tongtian Guiling Realm may not be able to detect it. After all, this is not one of the five intuitive senses.

As Yan Shu said, fate is like a duckweed, and since it is impermanent, why can't we leave anything in this impermanence? So he moved his heart to love talents and pointed out the sky.

With his cultivation level in the Fengyu Realm, he could see that Qingyun was indeed only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was not a devil's rebirth. It must be that he had a dangerous encounter that made him look like a fierce look.

In this regard, Mr. Yan, whose cultivation has reached the peak of the Fengyu Realm, has no choice but to do anything. No, perhaps the same is true for the powerful powers of the Spirit Realm, because whether it is the blood evil karma or the inner demons that may breed, these are rooted in

How can others eliminate the deepest existence in the human body?

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have thought of teaching Qingyun Xuan Gong.

As for Qingyun's full of resentment, Yi Yan's current cultivation level is not helpless. It's just that in his opinion, the practice of cultivation is oneself. If he can't even cultivate his own heart, how can he understand it.

Avenue?

So he only pointed out a few words and passed on some of the methods of meditation that he realized when he was refining the alchemy. Even the name was taken immediately. Finally, he asked him to do more things like "help others and enjoy themselves", that's all.

After all, meeting by chance does not mean that Yan Shi wants to help a stranger he just met and make a good relationship.

As for Qingyun's final fate, he could only sigh in his heart:

"Oh, Qingyun, I'm really powerless. I really can't bring you, the "evil star" back to the sect. I'm afraid that there will be blood disasters wherever you go in the future. Take care of the little baby, and we're destined to see you again!"

He sighed softly again, and the old man in white-clothed clothes, named Yan Shi, floated away faintly, and except for his empty left sleeve, he did not take a trace of cloud away.

Yan Lao left lightly in the air, but the green clouds on the ground couldn't calm down for a long time.

Not only did he talk about the happy skills that Yan Lao stayed, he was shocked by the guidance of his anger.

It was not entirely because of the help of strangers, but because he had always ignored this problem before. Now he has embarked on the path of cultivation, and he is no longer the ordinary mortal who used to be. Once the mind is affected by hostility, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Besides, when I talked to Mr. Yan just now, Qingyun was really touched.

His experience in the world in the past two years has indeed made him grow a lot and understand a lot, but the price of growth and enlightenment is that he has become cold and bloody.

He still clearly remembers that when he first met Yao Mengxun, the two of them talked side by side. In the past, he would treat the hare when he saw that he was injured, but now he is about to die but he is indifferent. Is it really that he has changed?

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"No, the world has become bigger, but I have become smaller. In this world, I really need to think often and costly!"

After a while of silence, Qingyun suddenly said this softly, as if he had finally vomited the depression that had been blocked in his chest for several years.

At this moment, he seemed to no longer be so eager to have powerful power, and even suddenly realized that it seemed impossible for him to let go of hatred.

So since you can't let go, just untie the lock outside the box, and let it go when the seeds inside sprout.

Finally, Qingyun laughed out loud, and then laughed wildly, but his voice was extremely sad and heartbroken. He cried out loudly, crying at the lost lives, those he had remembered, didn't remember, knew,

A name you know.

Until the end, I read my father's name.

He finally realized it:

"I thought those memories were the motivation to support me, but I never thought that now I could lock my heart's shackles. Although I thought twice before I act, it seems that I really have to think about the various things between the thoughts and the actions."

After crying for half an hour, Qingyun finally stopped sobbing. If Yan Shi was still in front of him, he would definitely be very relieved and praised him repeatedly, because the hostility of Qingyun was following his own enlightenment.

I realized it and immediately reduced it a few points.

But what is even more commendable is that his heart of Tao has become more Hunyuan and stronger than before.

In the past, he seemed to be wearing a layer of armor in his heart, but now, he seemed to have a sense of being strong and the breeze blows through the hills.

After a while, Qingyun calmed down and began to rationally recall the magic formula called Happy Kung Fu in his mind, and then he sat cross-legged into a state of meditation for about an hour before opening his eyes.

I saw that Qingyun's eyes were still as clear and bright as before, exuding a sense of wisdom. But upon closer inspection, you will find that there was a little bit of ferocity in this bright eyes and a little bit of elegance.

This is a pair of eyes that are passed down from his mother, with gentle and affectionate eyes.

After adjusting his breathing a little, Qingyun said in his heart:

"This happy fame is a mysterious skill, but it is actually just a magic trick to calm the mind. It should be used in conjunction with the alchemy technique left by Yan Lao. Even if it cannot help me improve my realm, my daily practice before my cultivation level can be stable.

My heart of Tao makes my mind calm, which is not comparable to other advanced techniques."

After practicing the happy exercise, Qingyun felt that his heart was depressed and reduced. If he continued to cultivate for a long time, water would always drip through the stone and wipe away the hostility in his body.

Blinking, he thought to Yan Shi again with gratitude:

"Old Yan has recreated me, and I will definitely find the old man's identity in the future to repay him. After all, a master like him is not an ordinary person. He must be a long-standing old man. He should be able to find out his name.

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Qingyun made up his mind that when he was able to do so in the future, he must respect this kind old man more filial to him. In his opinion, although he had been together for less than an hour, he had already regarded Mr. Yan as if he was the same as the Yanliang Mountains back then.

The elder, half a teacher.

Everyone says that the world of the cultivation world is full of bloody and cruel killings. Qingyun has seen many of them and experienced them several times.

But he also met Yao Mengxun, who was gentle and charming in Lan Xin, and had contact with Lei Jiang, who was decisive but cold-faced and warm-hearted. Now he has received the favor of a kind old senior.

It is these that have given him a deeper understanding of the essence of the world of cultivation and even the entire world in his heart.

People in the world do not have the power of defiance, and the constraints of the law make society work normally. Although there are some institutions similar to government agencies in the world to check and balance monks, this kind of constraint is compared with the mortal law.

, but it is much weaker.

After all, once a person has the power to surpass the rules, he will have the ambition that is above the rules.

But it was those kind people who quietly put a warm coat on Qingyun's heart, which was why he later killed the world and blood flowed into a river, but he never forgot the goodness in his memory.

All are later stories.

Let’s talk about it carefully after Qingyun finished his work.

He felt that now that he had obtained the joy of Yan Shi Jing's concentration, he could have been able to correct his mind that was gradually affected by hatred, and he was not so urgently pursuing strength.

What's more, although Changchun Gong is not enough to improve his realm, it has no restrictions on the hard work of the body and meridians.

"Although it's slower, it's better than nothing."

His body has incorporated the purest drop of Qilin essence and blood, and has been transformed by Qilin Flame. Even Qingyun himself doesn't know whether he is a human being or half a Qilin now.

Moreover, he felt a little vaguely that although the realm was restricting his cultivation level, it did not hinder the strengthening of his body.

So he seemed to be thin, but in fact he was extremely strong in his qi and blood, which means that his physical strength was several times stronger than that of monks of the same realm. This was because there was only a little bit of Qilin essence and blood in his body.

Perhaps it can be said that he, who has combined Xiao Qi's residual soul and essence and blood, can no longer use the theory of present life to guess.

It is precisely because of this that he used to be a gentle and elegant scholar, but now he grows a bunch of scattered sluts every few days, full of masculine aura.

The hair on my body is similar to the past except for my beard and hair, otherwise it would take half a day to pluck my hair every day.

Qingyun smiled bitterly and casually put the "jade" left to him by Mr. Yan into the treasure bag.

He didn't believe that this broken stone could be a treasure. Fortunately, he was not greedy at all. He was satisfied with the happiness skills. It would be fine if Mr. Yan made a joke with him.

Now that the method of alchemy is available, Qingyun's mind begins to become alive:

"Last year, I ripened a lot of herbs in Wuhua Mountain. Although my spiritual power was severely lost after drying, it was because it was large. Ma Wang and Qi Fei at least left some spirit stones for me, otherwise I would take a look first

Can you get a elixir furnace to practice your hands? As the saying goes, it’s better to have more skills than to suppress your body.”

After all, a young man is a young man. Qingyun is only eighteen years old now. Because his body has been modified, although his body is tall, he has never grown up yet. Even his handsome face is still at fifteen or sixteen.

Years, young and tender, with a little youth.

In addition, he is now considered "easy". Unless he observes carefully, it is impossible to find that he is the original Qingyun. Therefore, he has less yearning for those intriguing cultivation sects, and more than that.

Dare to resist:

"If I hadn't been able to find out the truth alone, I would have been too lazy to even join the so-called Immortal Sword Sect, hum!"

Qingyun couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

Although Yi Qing is the uncle he had never met and is also the only relative he knows now, where was he when his father died?

Even if he was assassinated by his disciples in the hinterland of the sect he ruled, how could Qingyun not feel resentful?

"Hmph, don't you want the Qilin Tooth? Then I'll see, who will become the fighting snipe and clam, and who can become the yellow bird behind me! I'll kill my father and slaughter my whole village.

If you don’t take revenge, you won’t be a human being!”
Chapter completed!