The east wind is smiling and the flowing clouds are lingering, looking back at my youth
After begging for a piece of green clothing from Qing Shui and replacing his own rag with no visible color, Ouyang Jingsong followed Qing Shui out of the tunnel. Ouyang Jingsong, who had been attacked by a sneak attack back then, finally saw clearly what was going on.
What does it look like in a place where you have lived for tens of thousands of years?
Ouyang Jingsong's eyes lingered on the picture that Apeng had seen before entering the cave. Songwan thought that he was as confused as Brother Apeng. She wanted to pull his sleeves, but the master grabbed his hand.
Looking at the master in confusion, he saw the master shaking his head slightly.
Looking back at Ouyang Jingsong, his whole body was trembling, just like the red leaves in the autumn wind, which would wither at any time.
Ouyang Jingsong couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes. He raised his right hand tremblingly as if he wanted to touch the face of the woman in the scroll, but finally put it down helplessly.
After about a cup of tea, Ouyang Jingsong finally recovered his mood and carefully took off the painting hanging on the cave wall. He didn't see any movement, and the painting seemed to disappear out of thin air.
Song Wan's eyes widened, "I don't know what kind of material this painting is made of, but it can last for thousands of years. I will find it later to paint myself and my master, Brother A Peng, for future generations to see." Ouyang Jingsong laughed dumbly.
"This material was very precious ten thousand years ago. I don't know if the times have changed now, but it is still there. It is tens of thousands of years old Qinnan dark wood. It is painted with special pigments. It can be immortal for ten thousand years and has a pleasant fragrance.
, paint is also a good thing that is hard to find with a lot of money.”
"No wonder it smells so good, that sister is so beautiful." Song Wan's eyes showed envy again.
"She was a rare beauty at that time. It's a pity that beauties have had such a bad fate since ancient times."
The flash of sadness in Ouyang Jingsong's eyes did not escape Songwan's eyes, and her little heart was already thinking, "Sure enough, she is this grandpa's old lover..."
Although the cave was covered in dust, it was obvious that things had been placed in some places.
"Haha, this old guy Hong Lian actually used the Rotting Bone Immortal Killing Formation to suppress me. No wonder no one has been able to break the formation for tens of thousands of years. However, in the end, God is not as good as man, and God will not kill me." Ouyang Jingsong was a little bit confused.
Excited.
"Master, what is the formation?" Song Wan was shocked by the power of this formation, and at the same time she was full of curiosity.
"It is said that this Zhuxian Rotten Bone Formation is not like the current Zhuxian Formation. There is nothing powerful in it. We can only use the principle of ants to kill an elephant to fight against the enemy. This is a soul-eating demon that requires the cultivation of the Demon Lord.
The soul is used as the formation eye. It is said that as long as the soul-eating demon reaches the cultivation level of the demon king, it will be unbeatable in the realm of the immortal king. Then it is supplemented by six kinds of soul-eating demons that feed on the soul.
The formations built with the spirit of the demon, the soul-breaking stone of the demon world, the locking jade of the demon world, and the soul-guiding stone of the underworld are powerful enough to swallow up an immortal or even an unsuspecting powerful person with cultivation level above the immortal.
.The most important thing is that this formation can only be broken forcefully from the outside. People trapped in the formation cannot find the center of the formation and cannot break out."
What kind of deep hatred could lead to such a heinous act? Song Wan was shocked and turned to look at Ouyang Jingsong. She also smiled bitterly when she saw Ouyang Jingsong.
"Fortunately, this formation has been broken long ago, but I don't know how many lives were lost here." Qing Shui sighed with compassion on his face.
Silently all the way, Ouyang Jingsong followed Qing Shui and the others to the outside of the cave. There was another scene outside. The dark entrance of the cave was like a chasm, separating the two worlds. On one side, the devilish energy was like flames and resentment was overwhelming, and on the other side
The scenery is picturesque and the atmosphere of primitive prehistoric times is permeated.
Seeing the light of day again after ten thousand years made Ouyang Jingsong burst into tears with excitement. He looked back at the place where he had been sealed for most of his life, and was filled with emotion in his heart.
After leaving the bush area and breathing fresh air, the girl became lively again.
After struggling for so long, it was almost dawn outside, so Qingshui asked everyone to rest where they were for a while and continue on their way.
In fact, it has no effect at all for a cultivator to stay up all night. It’s just that A Peng has just entered the world of cultivation, and his body is still very weak and cannot withstand the long journey. A Peng, who was speechless all the way, also knew that it was because of himself that he was holding him back.
, but Apeng himself can only feel ashamed now.
At dawn, everyone gathered their spirits and continued on the road. Fenglin Snake liked the blue fox very much. It often grabbed the fur on the blue fox's head with its two short front paws and lay on the blue fox. The blue fox kept grinning in protest along the way.
It's obviously useless, but it adds a bit of fun to the boring journey.
Along the way, Songwan and Apeng saw too many incredible snakes with wings, eight-legged fish, and two-headed turtles. Of course, the first one they saw was a four-legged snake. Now it is lying comfortably on top of the blue fox.
From time to time, he suffered the glare of the blue fox, and the two cute beasts often attracted Song Wan's laughter like silver bells.
Walking with such a group of people along the way, Ouyang Jingsong felt that he was much younger. The ten thousand years of being sealed had long been forgotten. He quickly learned the current language through Qingshui's spiritual imprint.
Ouyang Jingsong silently observed this group of people. Song Wan was talented and smart, A Peng was steady and motivated, Qing Shui must have a cultivation level above that of an Immortal Lord, and he should still have the foresight as his cultivation level has regressed.
, and although he is very fond of that Apeng, he is not as fond as Song Wan. It can be seen that he regards Song Wan as his own child.
He admired A Peng's ambition and hard work, but he didn't ask much about A Peng's background. He only knew that Song Wan was abandoned by his parents. The man in white in front of him was like an eternal mystery. In his eyes, there was a mystery.
The gentleness that melts the heaven and earth, the melancholy that cannot be dissolved by thousands of years, and the depth that makes people unable to look directly, are engraved with wind and frost, and the thin figure seems to tell the loneliness of the ages.
Such a person must have been in a high position for a long time, but why does he only have two children around him? Ouyang Jingsong is not too troublesome. He learned from Qing Shui that Qing Shui has a close friend with the same surname as him, Ouyang Mingxuan, who is from Xiyuan.
, I don’t know if it is related to his descendants, he plans to find out when he has time.
After walking like this for a month, I finally saw mountains, flowing water, and ancient trees standing in front of me.
It suddenly became clear. The land was flat, the houses were neat, and there were fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry trees, and bamboos. Traffic was everywhere, and chickens and dogs heard each other. The people going about and planting crops, and the clothes of men and women were all very different from those in the mountains. Song Wan felt that her eyes were beginning to run out.
.
Although Apeng also found it very novel, the stability of his character meant that he would not run around like Songwan.
Songwan was used to being free in the mountains, so she took someone else's candied haws and ran away. Apeng felt it was inappropriate. He had heard from his parents that people outside the mountains had to spend money, but Apeng had no money, so he had to lower his head.
Qingshui took out a certain amount of silver from his sleeve with a smile and stuffed it into the businessman's hand. He stopped Songwan and said with a smile, "Don't run around, or you may be caught and sold." The doting in his tone made passersby look at him.
"No way!"
Songwan ran to a stall selling masks, picked up the mask and put it on her face to try it on. She turned to look at Qingshui and the others and made happy faces. When she turned around, she accidentally bumped into a young man. The man looked very arrogant.
, pushed Song Wan and said, "Be careful!" Before Qing Shui could react, Ouyang Jingsong had already teleported to Song Wan and supported her.
The man didn't see Ouyang's movements clearly, he just thought that he who was right next to him didn't pay attention, "Humph, whose girl is so rude that even I dare to offend you. I just happen to be short of someone to serve tea and water at home."
Call girl, come with me
, I will absolve you of the blame, otherwise, not only you, but also the adults in your family will suffer." After saying that, he stretched out his hand to grab the stunned Songwan. The frightened Songwan had forgotten to dodge, Dashan
I have never seen such a fierce man in my life.
There was a snap, and before anyone could catch him, the man's hand had already been opened, and a scream was heard. Looking at the man's right hand, it was already hanging down, looking limp and clearly broken. "Humph, it's not long.
You bastard, get out of here, or you will die." Although Qing Shui has a good temper, it does not mean that others have a good temper. Ouyang Jingsong is originally from the devil. Although he does not kill innocent people indiscriminately, his temper is obviously not that good.
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But some people are used to being domineering and domineering, and they are typical examples of people who cannot recognize the truth. "Do you know who I am? I am the son of the county magistrate. If you dare to hit me, my father will not let you go." came the message from the arm.
The pain had made it impossible for him to stay awake, let alone speak rationally.
Ouyang didn't see any movement, but only heard a plop, and everyone's eyes were blurred. The young master had been stepped on by him. He kicked it away like trash. A group of servants hurriedly helped him up and left in a hurry. He looked like a butler.
The man turned around and gave them a sinister look before leaving.