While Jieyang was thinking secretly, he also admired his master Liu Xingyu even more. He admired his master's vision. Being able to make friends with such a cultivation genius in time might be a great blessing to the entire Xuantian Sect.
While admiring Liu Xingyu, Jieyang was also filled with excitement. Being able to be born in the same era as such a unique genius, although he will be overshadowed by Lu Qingfeng's edge in the future, being able to fight with Lu Qingfeng is also a life experience.
What a joy.
Lu Qingfeng also admired Jieyang's Divine Flame Swordsmanship very much and thought to himself: "It is indeed worthy of being the leading super sect in the Eastern Meteorite Continent. The disciples it has trained are more powerful than the last."
Although the cultivation level of Li Yue, Han Tong and other junior disciples is not as good as that of Jieyang, they are younger than Jieyang and are only slightly older than Lu Qingfeng now. I believe that by Jieyang's age, their cultivation level will definitely far surpass Jieyang's.
This is the terrifying thing about unparalleled geniuses. As long as they are given a hundred or even decades, they can shock the whole world.
Jieyang has a long-standing reputation in Xuantian Sect, and Lu Qingfeng also has a learning attitude. Therefore, during the fight, the two of them consciously or unconsciously allowed the other party to carefully understand each move.
Therefore, the fight between Lu Qingfeng and Jieyang is more of a performance. The entire fight between the two is full of beauty, which is particularly pleasing to the eye.
Neither Lu Qingfeng nor Jieyang cared about the outcome of this competition, but focused on experience and observation.
Two hours later, Jieyang put away his sword in his hand, looked at Lu Qingfeng and smiled and said, "Brother Lu, Jieyang has gained a lot from today's battle. I really look forward to having the opportunity to fight side by side with you in the future." Now, Liu
The friendship between Xingyu and Xu Rujun has completely extended to the generation of Lu Qingfeng and Jieyang.
Lu Qingfeng smiled and said: "Brother Jie, Qingfeng is also looking forward to riding with you on the Meteor Planet one day." The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.
After leaving the martial arts arena, the two walked towards Liu Xingyu's mountain peak, followed by Li Yue, Han Tong and others. The Xuantian Sect's peak was somewhat different from that of the Qingyun Sword Sect. There was no thick fog here, and everything was clear and clear.
, walking towards the mountain peak, I can’t feel the existence of any vitality of heaven and earth.
Several people arrived at a restaurant on the mountain. After sitting down, they discussed the way of cultivation and drank happily. With questions along the way, Lu Qingfeng asked Jieyang: "Brother Jie, along the way, I haven't felt anything."
The vitality of heaven and earth exists, what is going on?"
Jieyang smiled slightly and said: "In our Xuantian Sect, each person has a small Yuan Gathering Array in his meditation room. In this way, the energy of heaven and earth can be prevented from dissipating, and the utilization rate is higher."
Lu Qingfeng secretly made up his mind and returned to the sect in the future to ask his master why the Qingyun Sword Sect did not have such a Yuan Gathering Formation. However, after thinking about it, he could understand a general idea. This might be because it was too expensive.
reason.
The next morning, Lu Qingfeng went down the mountain very early, and several people from Jieyang saw him off. Only when they reached the huge stone tablet outside the mountain gate did they stop and couldn't leave.
Lu Qingfeng cupped his fists at several people and said: "Brothers and fellow apprentices, Qingfeng is gone, so just say goodbye here. We have a long time to come, see you later."
Several people in Jieyang told Lu Qingfeng to be careful along the way. Lu Qingfeng nodded, turned around and jumped into the air, heading straight for the Ziche Empire.
Thousands of miles around the Xuantian Sect have been turned into a restricted area. No one is allowed to live in this area. In the Gongyu Empire, the Xuantian Sect is the dominant family. Even the emperor of the Gongyu Empire will be shocked when he meets the head of the Xuantian Sect.
Be cautious.
Although there are several super sects within the Gongyu Empire, compared with the Xuantian Sect, there is a huge gap. These super sects combined may not be as powerful as the Xuantian Sect.
It can also be seen from this that the Gongyu Empire and the Nanrong Empire are completely different. In the Nanrong Empire, no sect is dominant. The empire and the sects are also on an equal footing. The eight sects plus the imperial family are in a relationship of mutual restraint.
In the Gongyu Empire, disciples of the Xuantian Sect will be treated politely wherever they go. No one who is not discerning dares to go against a disciple of the Xuantian Sect.
In a short while, Lu Qingfeng had flown thousands of miles away. When he arrived here, people gradually became populated, and one or two villages would appear from time to time.
Since it was early in the morning, smoke was rising from the chimneys of every house, and it was the time when everyone was preparing breakfast.
Lu Qingfeng fell from the sky, stood outside the village, and walked slowly inside the village. Lu Qingfeng considered that this experience had no clear purpose other than preparing to go to the Lake of Freedom.
Flying all the way will not benefit you at all, and this time there is no time limit. It is better to go to various places to see more, see the warmth and warmth of the world, the climate of the world, and appreciate the customs and customs of various places.
Let yourself be nurtured.
Condensing his own aura, he acted like an ordinary mortal, carrying his long sword behind his back, his white robes fluttering slightly with the morning breeze, and his long black hair bound with a thin rope, coiled casually on his head.
As I walked, I looked at the houses on both sides of the road. The low thatched houses were built of adobe, with a layer of soil on the outside. It seemed that these houses had experienced wind and rain for a long time.
The thatch on the roof has become very sparse, and the mud on the walls has fallen off in many places. The doors of many thatched houses only have door frames, which are covered with a worn-out door curtain. The door frames are very low. It is estimated that even if ordinary people enter, they will not be able to escape.
You have to bend down.
Looking around, most of this village is made up of thatched houses. Although they are all smoking, they are quiet and make no sound.
Walking along the dirt road in the center of the village, Lu Qingfeng heard a faint sobbing sound when he was almost at the center of the village. In this quiet morning, the sound could be heard far away.
Lu Qingfeng walked in the direction of the sound and soon came to a thatched house. This thatched house was more dilapidated than all the others in the village.
Lu Qingfeng came to the low door and looked inside. The sound of crying came from inside. The owner who heard the sound was only seven or eight years old. Lu Qingfeng stepped into the house.
For a monk like Lu Qingfeng, no matter how dark the place is, he can't block his sight. There is only a simple stove in the thatched house. There is a small iron pot on the stove, a shovel and a spoon in the pot.
There is a wooden bench on the left side of the stove. There are several porcelain bowls on the wooden bench. The edges of the porcelain bowls are damaged. There is a water jar on the right side of the stove, covered with a tattered bamboo lid.
Inside the thatched house, there was a dilapidated wooden bed. Lying on the wooden bed was an old woman. Her long hair had fallen off, and her face was wrinkled. She was covered with an unknown garment.
There are so many patches on the tattered quilt.
In front of the thatched house, there was a one-foot-square window, and the light that came in just enveloped the wooden bed.
Kneeling beside the bed was a little boy, who looked to be no more than seven or eight years old. The boy was skinny, wearing a gray robe with patches on his body. His hair was disheveled, and his face, which had not been washed for a long time, was mixed with tears, making this little boy look like a boy.
The face looks a little weird.
At this time, the little boy's hands were tightly holding the old woman's left hand, and he was already sobbing, and the tears were still rolling down.
Lu Qingfeng looked at the lonely pair of grandfather and grandson in front of him, and couldn't help but feel his eyes become slightly moist. The scene in front of him was so similar to when he was eight years old. It was simply a reappearance of his painful experience in this world.
Lu Qingfeng came to the little boy's side and scanned the old woman's body with his consciousness, not missing every inch. After more than ten minutes of meticulous scanning, Lu Qingfeng withdrew his consciousness and sighed secretly.
Lu Qingfeng's level of medicine refining is now very advanced, but facing this old woman who has run out of oil and is dying, he is unable to save her life.
Lu Qingfeng knew that what worried the old woman most now was that his grandson would have nothing to rely on.
In order to make up for the old woman's regret and let her go safely, Lu Qingfeng grabbed the old woman's other hand. Only then did the little boy notice Lu Qingfeng's arrival. He raised his head and looked at it with a pair of childish eyes filled with tears.
To Lu Qingfeng, the strange thing was that the little boy did not stop Lu Qingfeng, but let Lu Qingfeng do what he did.
Lu Qingfeng carefully transferred a trace of true energy to the old woman. After a short time, the old woman slowly opened her cloudy eyes. She first looked at her grandson kneeling beside the bed, then turned to look at Lu Qingfeng.
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Lu Qingfeng smiled and nodded to the old man: "Old man, this is your grandson."
The old woman's voice was weak and she said word by word: "It is my grandson. His parents left early, leaving us and our grandson to depend on each other. Now I will die soon. I am sorry for my grandson. What will I do in the future?
My grandson is still too young and has no ability to take care of himself. If he encounters such a situation, he will die in peace."
Lu Qingfeng looked at the dying old woman and could only comfort him: "Old man, just go ahead and leave. I will raise your grandson for you and I will not let him suffer any injustice."
The old woman looked at her grandson again and said intermittently: "Grandson, grandma can no longer take care of you. Just follow this benefactor. You will not be mistaken. He is a good person."
, you have a way out, and grandma can leave with peace of mind."
After hearing what the old woman said, the little boy couldn't help crying again: "Grandma, grandma, I won't let you go."
The old woman broke free from the little boy's left hand and gently stroked the little boy's cheek with a reassuring smile on her face.
After a while, the old woman's breathing suddenly became rapid, her lips were slightly opened, and she said vaguely: "My grandson, listen to your benefactor... and respect your benefactor as you would your father."
The little boy kept nodding, and the old woman's hand slowly slipped down and she closed her eyes peacefully.
Lu Qingfeng turned around and went out, quickly bought a coffin and a set of shrouds, changed the burial clothes for the old man, and buried him in the cemetery outside the village. He stayed with the little boy beside the grave for three days before leaving. Until now, Lu Qingfeng
Qingfeng never said a word to the little boy.
Lu Qingfeng took the little boy to the outside of the village, to a deserted place, picked up the little boy, jumped up, swept his consciousness, and flew towards a scanned city.
The little boy was only seven or eight years old. He had never seen anything in this village. Suddenly he saw someone flying with him in his arms. There was a whistling wind in his ears. The little boy was so frightened that he closed his eyes suddenly.
Eye.
After a long time, the little boy opened his eyes and looked at the ground below that was passing by quickly. The little boy couldn't help but feel sad again, and tears rolled down his eyes.
Although the little boy was young, he was very sensible. How could he not feel sad now that he was getting further and further away from his grandma? He struggled in Lu Qingfeng's arms and turned his head to look in the direction of his hometown.
Feeling the little boy's behavior, Lu Qingfeng stopped, turned and looked in the direction he came from, and said at the same time: "My child, it's normal for you to feel sad, but you have to remember that you can't go on like this for a long time.
You are still young and don't understand many things yet. There is one sentence you should understand, that is, I think your grandma also wants you to live a happy life."
The little boy listened carefully to Lu Qingfeng's words. After a pause, Lu Qingfeng continued: "I just checked your physique. You are a very good cultivator. When will you get over the pain of losing your mother?"
I will teach you the way of cultivation at any time, you have to think about it yourself, I hope you can be freed from the pain as soon as possible."
This is the first time Lu Qingfeng has spoken to the little boy, and he has said so much. With Lu Qingfeng's eyesight, he can naturally see that the little boy is a very smart person and must understand Lu Qingfeng's intentions.
I believe that he can get over the pain of losing his only relative as soon as possible, and that he can also quickly lead him on the path of cultivation.