There is a barren mountain in Liangzhou, and its name is Qingping.

"The road to the blue sky is like duckweed!?" Li Mo couldn't help but feel strange when he heard this name, and blurted it out.

Rumble…

At this time, there was a rumble in the sky and clouds gathered, as if heavy rain was coming.

"Um!?"

Feng Wannian looked at the suddenly changing sky outside the window and said calmly: "You should wear a tall hat... It's just an ordinary barren mountain, and the grass can't grow three feet high..."

According to the secret records of Xuantian Pavilion, Qingping Mountain is located in a remote place. It is not high among the many surrounding barren mountains. It is also very inconspicuous and has no spirit. Not even a few wild fruits can grow. The local

When a scholar travels to the mountains and meets friends, he always goes around the road.

On the other hand, at Feilai Mountain, it is Zhong Ling Yuxiu who has taken away a trace of the heaven and earth's fortune. Throughout the ages, countless masters have practiced Xuan Gong and secret techniques here and shared that kind of luck.

Today, although Feilai Mountain is not as good as in ancient times, it is still considered a treasure land, which is just suitable for Feng Wannian to refine the natal magic sword.

"When do you plan to leave?" Li Mo asked.

"Three days later."

"So urgent?"

Refining the natal magic sword is no small matter. Even with Feng Wannian's current strength and foundation, he is only 40% sure. Logically speaking, he should be well prepared and have a complete strategy.

"Time waits for no one." Feng Wannian said with a solemn expression.

Since entering seclusion, he has become even more wary of the mysterious [Xuantian Dao Seed], and an invisible sense of oppression seems to follow him closely.

Therefore, Feng Wannian was eager to take that step and verify the gains gained from the retreat.

"I know, I'll accompany you on this trip." Li Mo nodded.

For the Overbearing Swordsman, the Shangmiao Realm is a gateway to life and death, so he naturally has to go there in person to guard the gate.

"Of course you have to follow, I wouldn't worry if it were anyone else." Feng Wannian grinned lightly.

This is life and death, the critical moment, there is no need to ask or answer, everything is a tacit understanding.

"There are still three days left, I have to prepare well, and you should also explain to the door." Feng Wannian reminded.

After all, Li Mo today is the Hongmen military governor and an official of the imperial court... Naturally, he has to explain something before leaving the capital.

"Remember, don't let this matter leak out." Feng Wannian reminded.

Although you need to use other reasons to leave Beijing, otherwise... As a domineering sword type, there are many people watching overtly and covertly.

If those people knew that Feng Wannian was about to take a serious risk, they would probably follow him like flies.

"Of course I know."

Li Mo nodded.

After explaining everything, Feng Wannian stood up and left, leaving only the yellowed ancient book behind.

Outside the window, the strong wind rolled up dark clouds, blowing coolness into the room, blowing the yellowed ancient book. A lonely hill was painted on the mottled pages, and next to it was an annotation written in ancient seal script:

A mountain came from the sky, bathed in thunder and split into pieces. The big one got its spirit, and its name was "Feilai", and the small one got its desolation, and its name was "Qingping".

Qingping is hidden in Liangzhou, where the mountains are as black as iron, the grass is barren, and there is very little vitality. There are no monks to occupy it.

In ancient times, there were sages who expressed their condolences and said: "The mountains come from the sky, and they should be able to reach the sky."

"In three days, Lao Feng, I will go with you."

Li Mo murmured that blessings come to the soul, and misfortunes depend on each other. These days, he began to comprehend the "Taishan Book of Life and Death", and he seemed to have a vague feeling. I am afraid that this trip will be full of changes and will not be so easy.

Because of this, Li Mo just offered to guard the gate for Feng Wannian.

"Taishan's Book of Life and Death...there's something..." Li Mo slowly closed his eyes.

Among the many monsters he released, that stone was the least important... At least the waste baby was still alive at the beginning, it was just a little waste.

But that stone didn't even know whether it was alive or dead. The only thing that made Li Mo sure that this thing still existed was the awakened [Taishan Book of Life and Death].

From then on, Li Mo placed the stone in the back mountain of Luofu and was guarded by monkeys.

"Let's go back and take a look sometime."

Li Mo waved his hand and put away the ancient scrolls on the table.

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Evening, Star Tower.

Since Yuan Changqing's death, the courtyard where this small building is located has become a lot cooler. There are no people around during the day and there are few lights at night.

But on this day, there were lights in front of the pavilion.

The green gauze is floating, and there seems to be a figure sitting cross-legged among it. Although the sandalwood in the incense burner is not expensive, it has the charm of temple incense.

"Huo Qingqing, why did you invite me here?"

Under the cold moonlight, Chu Nian came attentively. Her beautiful eyes were shining with hope, but her temperament was extremely cold. It seemed that only when she faced the black sky could she reveal the delicate side of a woman.

"I need to borrow some soldiers and horses from the Tianshi Mansion to help me surround Feilaishan."

An indifferent voice came slowly from inside the pavilion.

"Fei Lai Shan!?" Chu Nianxin's eyes narrowed slightly.

As the young master of the Tianshi Mansion, she has naturally heard of this treasure place, but since Hei Jian practiced Xuan Kung here three hundred years ago, no one has paid attention to this place for a long time.

"You are a member of the Infinite Swordsman family and have a respected position in the Xuantian Pavilion. Why do you still need to borrow troops and horses from me?" Chu Nianxin questioned.

"I think... he is hunting the [Domineering Sword Type]... so he has to borrow the power of outsiders."

At this moment, a cold voice came from behind Chu Nianxin.

In the pavilion, the mysterious figure couldn't help but straighten up when he heard the words, and seemed to cast his gaze.

"Who are you?"

Huo Qingqing looked at Qiu Baichi, who was standing shoulder to shoulder with Chu Nianxin, and couldn't help but ask in a deep voice.

"You want to hunt for the [Domineering Sword Seed]... This is something Xuantian Pavilion doesn't want to see, so you have to borrow people from Tianshi Mansion to prevent the news from leaking." Qiu Baichi didn't answer, but just said lightly

Said.

"The most intelligent will die young... People who are too smart are destined not to live long." Huo Qingqing was noncommittal.

"Why should I help you?" Chu Nianxin sneered.

Although they are both members of the Xingchen Building, they are not usually close friends. What's more, Chu Nianxin is not willing to wade into the muddy waters of the Xuanmen sword species.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Chu Nianxin, you should know that upholding the will of [Xuantian Dao Seed]... Feng Wannian has a rebellious heart, which is a taboo...

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The name Huo Wuqing mentioned made Chu Nianxin's face change color.

"Xuan Tian Tao Seed... It seems that the rumors are true. Have you really seen... that person?" Chu Nianxin blurted out in shock.

"I know that behind you is the Seventeenth Prince... I think he is happy to sell this favor."

Huo Qingqing whispered softly, and the scent of sandalwood in the pavilion swayed suddenly.

"You can go back and ask the Seventeenth Prince what he means."

"No need, we've done this for you."

At this moment, Qiu Baichi suddenly spoke.

In the pavilion, the figure raised his eyebrows slightly and couldn't help but look at Qiu Baichi.

"Can you be her master?"

"Of course you can." Chu Nianxin replied first.

"So, you are really not a small role." Huo Qingqing glanced at Qiu Baichi with a deep look.

"By the way, you are wrong about one thing..."

Qiu Baichi raised the corner of his mouth slightly and chuckled: "What we uphold is not the will of the seventeenth prince..."

"But ourselves."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Baichi's deep eyes flashed with a dark color, as if it were a dark night and a dark sky, mysterious, sneaky, and unpredictable.

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Two days later.

The bright moon is in the sky, flying down the mountain.

On the long and narrow mountain road, if you look up, Feilai Mountain, which stretches for 800 miles, looks like a peach kernel, with rugged rocks and steep and fierce rocks.

The Eight Treasures Zen Machine is hidden in the peaks and mountains, and there are bells and spirits coming up from the sky.

"It is indeed a treasure place. It has been like this despite the experience of previous generations."

Li Mo was walking on the mountain road, looking at the night sky flying over the mountain, and couldn't help but sigh.
To be continued...