In the Qishan Disaster Sealed Mountain, waves of ripples appeared from the door, and Chen Qingshan floated out holding Anan's soul.
The moment A-Nan appeared, the sealed body of the Qishan Disaster Snake showed weak fluctuations, which was summoning A-Nan.
Wuchang Gong appeared behind Chen Qingshan, showing a terrifying smile, then pointed his finger and said: "Send Anan's soul into the body of the Qishan Disaster Snake."
Chen Qingshan let go of Anan's palm, and Anan's soul, pulled by the Qishan Disaster Snake, slowly approached, and then merged into the Qishan Disaster Snake's body.
"My mission is completed. I'm destined to see you again, Chen Qingshan, and the Snake Goddess."
Wuchang Gong took one last look at the Qishan Disaster Snake, and then disappeared.
Under the gazes of Chen Qingshan, Chang Xin, and Sanzang, the body of the Qishan Disaster Snake glowed milky white, and then slowly turned into a white egg. The Qishan Disaster Snake's strong energy and blood slowly weakened, and a new one followed.
Life is gestating inside the egg.
Another day and night passed, and the egg slowly shattered, and Anan walked out of it, as if he was reborn.
Just as Zhu Yao said, at this moment, Anan is the troublemaker in Qishan.
Walking in this world with the soul of a living person and the body of an ancient god.
Chen Qingshan felt A-Nan's aura, which was similar to the ordinary one, but at this moment, A-Nan was no different from ordinary people.
"He is sleeping and can wake up if necessary. However, he is too seriously injured and only has the strength of the four realms left." A Nan said softly.
Chen Qingshan met An'an's eyes, which were as clear as water, and Chen Qingshan knew that the person in An'an's mouth was naturally the troublemaker in Qishan.
Under the influence of A'Nan, the Qishan Disaster Snake no longer needs to eat the incense of the human world in order to walk in the world. And A'Nan is favored by the Qishan Disaster Snake. From then on, he has no worries in the seven realms, and even in the eight realms, the probability is extremely high.
After all, as the first-class ancient god of Luan Shen Sect, the Qishan Disaster Snake was in the Eighth Realm when it was at its peak.
"Dad wanted A-Nan to marry him as his concubine because Wang Yan had great talent. Now, in terms of talent, A-Nan is not weaker than him. I don't know that one day, A-Nan will defeat Wang Yan with his own hands. Daddy."
What kind of expression is it?"
Anan still feels resentful about the shot his father made.
"Although Anan is a woman, who says I can't suppress the so-called powerful Wang Yan?"
Anan stretched out his palm, took out a green bracelet and put it on his wrist again, then turned his palm into a fist.
Chen Qingshan looked at Anan and felt the weight of Anan's words.
The four of them walked out of the mountain where the Qishan evil snake was sealed, and looked at Shanshi Town in the distance. Due to the tiger's deep sleep, the entire Shanshi Town was deserted.
So Chen Qingshan and others chose to leave, and their destination was still Chang'an. But Anan didn't know where to go, so he chose to go with Chen Qingshan and others.
But when looking at Shanshi Town in the distance, Chen Qingshan couldn't help but think of Dao Shisan.
"What is an immortal teaching dreams, and what is an immortal?" Chen Qingshan couldn't help but murmured.
Chen Qingshan only knows the nine realms in the human world, and the strongest cultivation in the world is the eighth realm. Perhaps the nine realms are immortals, or perhaps those above the nine realms are immortals. Chen Qingshan doesn't quite understand this.
Maybe there will be answers when we get to Chang'an, Chen Qingshan thought as he hurried on.
Along the way, Chen Qingshan still did not forget to concentrate his sword energy. At the same time, Chen Qingshan also took out the flying sword of the Third Realm Confucian cultivator of the Luohe Wang family and practiced the art of controlling the sword.
After Chen Qingshan crossed the Dragon's Back Mountain Range and left the boundary of the Dragon's Back Mountain Range, Chen Qingshan had completely mastered the use of the flying sword. At the same time, the sword energy in his dantian was no longer a trace, but a stream. Now
Chen Qingshan is already able to hurt people with his sword energy.
It's just that there is still some shortcomings in terms of the ability to use Spring Water.
During this period of practice, Chang Xin and Tripitaka broke into the middle stage of the First Realm almost at the same time.
It was not winter yet, but it was already snowing. After crossing the Longji Mountains, Chen Qingshan and others had already entered the northern part of the Tang Dynasty. But for Chen Qingshan, when he saw the snow all over the sky, he
I feel like I have truly arrived in the north.
It would also snow in Jishui Town, but not so early. It was usually in late winter, and the snow in Jishui Town was not as heavy as in the north. But at that time, Chen Qingshan was still worried about winter. It was cold and there was not enough firewood.
Food will kill you. When Chen Qingshan was a child, he lived alone in Jishui Town and often suffered from hunger and cold.
Ah Nan stretched out his hand and caught a piece of snowflake, which slowly melted in his palm.
"This snow is very beautiful, better than that in Dongdu." A Nan said, the snow fell on the tip of her nose, which turned slightly red.
Anan strode freely in the open wilderness, enjoying the freedom she had never had before.
The girl was like an elf, running freely in the white sky and earth, followed by a little sword cultivator, a little Confucianism cultivator, and a little Buddhist cultivator.
At night, the four of them found a sheltered place, sat around the fire, and discussed getting some clothes.
The four of them were all well-educated and were not too afraid of the flying snow, but after all, it was a long way to Chang'an, so they had to get some warm clothes.
The place where the four of them took shelter from the wind was a broken Taoist temple. The white walls were already mottled, and a big hole was missing from the roof. When wind and snow came in, Chen Qingshan spent a lot of effort to plug it up.
The wind and snow suddenly became stronger, and the broken door of the Taoist temple bent and made a crackling sound, as if it was about to break in the next moment, but in the end it persisted tenaciously.
There was a snowstorm all night, and people seeking shelter from the snow came outside again. Chang Xin went to open the door, but saw a broken ball rolling in, as if it had been blown in by a strong wind.
"Oh, I almost froze to death, old man!" After a closer look, he saw an old beggar curled up.
The old beggar has yellow teeth and thin clothes. He looks like an old tree withered skin.
Chen Qingshan really didn't know how this guy got through the snow and found this broken Taoist temple without freezing to death.
Chang Xin closed the door, and out of good intentions, distributed some dry food to Huang Ya Lao Beggar.
The yellow-toothed old beggar chuckled, one of his front teeth was missing, which was not much better than the broken door of this Taoist temple.
It's really broken together.
The old beggar Huangya didn't waste any time. He went to the side and grabbed a handful of snow, and ate the dry food while eating the snow.
Chen Qingshan looked at the shriveled belly exposed due to the holes in his clothes and exclaimed that he had a good appetite.
Seeing Huangya Laoqiu finishing his meal, Chen Qingshan asked him where he came from.
"Old man, where are you from? I'm a little curious. How did you survive this storm and snow?"
The old beggar clasped his yellow teeth and chuckled: "My life is too cheap. God hates me, so I won't accept it."
"There is a Tianlan Village fifty miles away, and there is a Wuxian Temple in the village. That's where I came from." Huang Ya Lao Qi added.
"Wuxian Temple?" Chen Qingshan was now a little sensitive to the word "xian" and couldn't help but question.
"Everyone in Tianlan Village is good at martial arts and is proud to be a martial artist, so they built a martial arts temple in the hope that one day, a great martial artist will be born in the village." Huang Ya Lao Qi explained.
"Damn it, they are a bunch of vulgar warriors. I am a scholar and I don't care to associate with them." Huang Yalao cursed, flicking the tartar in his hand and spitting at the same time.
Hearing this, including Chang Xin and Sanzang, two calm-minded beings, the four people in Po Tao Temple were shocked when they looked at this unkempt old beggar.
"You behave like a scholar, but you are also a vulgar martial artist. You are the most vulgar person present." This is what the four people are thinking.
"Then what level of Confucianism are you now?" Chang Xin asked cautiously.
The old beggar scolded: "I said I was a scholar, but I didn't say I was a Confucian cultivator. I am just a single person. I don't respect Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism. I don't care about heaven and earth."
The four of them heard the words and understood. "Yes, he is an old bastard, the kind who is not afraid of anyone."
He didn't ask any more questions, thinking that after tonight, the wind would be lighter tomorrow, so he went to Tianlan Village, which Huangya Laoqiu mentioned.
At night, Chang Xin and Sanzang couldn't bear it, so they gave the only clothes they had to Huangya Laoqiu.
This made the yellow-toothed old beggar giggle again, and he said with his leaky front teeth: "You two boys should go to the road and know how to respect the elderly. Unlike the swordsman next to him, who is just a wooden person, and the one who uses the sword is vulgar.
It’s the same as a martial artist, hey, it’s the same!”
The sword cultivator Huang Ya Laoqiu mentioned was naturally Chen Qingshan.
Chen Qingshan, who was lighting a fire with a branch next to him, suddenly frowned.
Anan chuckled: "Qingshan, my father-in-law said you are a piece of wood."
Unconsciously, after Chen Qingshan rescued him, his title changed from Young Master to Qingshan, who was closer to him.
Chen Qingshan was busy arguing with the old beggar and didn't care much about this title. After all, Sanzang, Chang Xin, and General Wu, who should have arrived at Zhennanguan by now, all called him this.
"Old man." Chen Qingshan replied and stopped talking to Huang Ya Lao Beggar.
The old beggar Huangya asked Chang Xin for some more money, saying that he would go back to the village to buy wine.
Then he lay on his side proudly, beating up and down with his hands.
"Eating meat and drinking wine are beautiful things in the world. When you are full, you just miss the widow across the village!"
Huangya Laoqi snored happily, and from time to time he pursed his lips, wondering if he dreamed of the widow across the village.
Ah Nan had never heard of this before, so he cursed "I'm so old" and lowered his head.
However, Chen Qingshan, Sanzang and Chang Xin were used to it.
When they were in Jishui Town, they often saw drunk farm men humming these strange tunes at Peach Blossom Wine House.
In the hundreds of miles of empty wilderness, the wind and snow are howling, and everything is dormant. A broken Taoist temple as big as a bean on the white plain is so small that it cannot be seen.
There was a bonfire burning inside the Po Tao Temple, which seemed to be the only safe place in the world.