When Sang Luo walked near the Fusheng Tower, he saw a young man in a blue robe not far away.
The Ji Qingfeng in this mortal world is much calmer than the teenagers in the world she lives in. However, at the age of more than a hundred years old, she has grown a beard and hair, and has the aura of a great master.
Fortunately, he was handsome, and his beard and hair matched each other, which made him look even more immortal.
Sensing Sang Luo's arrival, Ji Qingfeng in his youth turned his head and looked at the bright and flamboyant girl in Tsing Yi and smiled at her.
"I wonder if you still remember that you and I had a chance encounter during the Seven Sects Conference."
Sang Luo put away the Fengli sword and jumped down from the sword. The salty sea breeze blew by, and she lifted up her clothes and fluttered them lightly. She was very frank,
"I am not that Sangluo back then, I come from another mortal world."
Ji Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, but she was not surprised. She looked at Sang Luo,
"I never thought you would be so honest."
Sang Luo raised his eyebrows slightly,
"I think with your knowledge and intelligence, you should have guessed a lot. Instead of you and I wasting time by doubting each other, why don't I clarify it directly."
Ji Qingfeng smiled softly and looked at Sang Luo,
"Junior Sister Sang is free and straightforward, so I won't beat around the bush. Please help this ethereal formation on the human-demonic front."
Sang Luo nodded,
"It's natural."
The bloody battle between humans and demons on the Canglan coast lasted for hundreds of years, and even the soil was filled with the smell of blood. When the sea breeze blew, the red seawater surged in, filling the sky with the evil atmosphere of blood, and not a single blade of grass grew in a radius of thousands of miles.
Ji Qingfeng had already prepared the formation stones, and Sang Luo formed seals with him for three days before finally erecting the ethereal formation on the Canglan coast.
The formation stretches for thousands of miles, purifying the evil spirit that fills the sky.
Once the ethereal formation is activated, in less than ten years, the mountains and forests near Canglan Sea will once again be full of birds and beasts.
Sang Luo looked at the floating tower, where the twelve ancient demon kings were still sealed.
And this floating tower also carries the flesh and blood souls of her ancestors and masters for two generations.
She raised her hand to touch the lines of the Fusheng Tower, and closed her eyes slightly. Suddenly, her blood seemed to resonate, and she saw the scene before the master's blood sacrifice.
In the surging sea of blood, Taoist Taoist Qingyi used blood as a sacrifice to suppress the twelve ancient demon emperors. The spiritual breath flowed away from the floating tower, killing and injuring countless demon soldiers.
The moment before he turned into the light of the sky, there was a faint smile in his eyes, and he could only leave one sentence,
"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening!"
Sang Luo whispered those words softly,
"Hear the Tao in the morning and die in the evening."
But after all, what is Tao?
She knew that Master had trapped her on the Snowfall Peak all these years because she could not get out of the shadow of Yun Huan and Yuze's death at Liudao Mountain. She felt guilty and had inner demons, so she had been unable to achieve Taipei cultivation in these years.
Go up the avenue of forgetfulness.
Even if the master appeared on Cangyun Mountain, he could not help him mend his Taoist heart and practice the last move of the Supreme Forgetting Sword Art. What was it that made him suddenly enlightened?
The reason why Master's cultivation is stagnant is not because of his talent, nor is it a bottleneck in cultivation, but because of his Taoist heart.
In this world, the most difficult thing to repair is the Taoist heart.
So Sang Luo turned to look at Ji Qingfeng and asked him,
“What exactly is the Tao?”
Ji Qingfeng is the first among the younger generation to realize Taoism.
He should know what Tao is.
Ji Qingfeng chuckled and looked at Sang Luo and said,
"Tao is love."
Sang Luo frowned as he listened.
"Affection?"
Second update~
Today I heard a super nice song called Yuan Shui Yao, it’s so nice ~ The Great Love River Picture ~