Chapter 683： The time is like water

At this annual meeting, Qin Xuan never saw anyone, he just stayed for a few days.

He heard the rain of luxury cars outside the door, and he heard congratulations from many families in China, and it was better than ever.

But all this seemed to have nothing to do with him, and Qin Xuan didn't even look at it.

A few days later, Qin Xuan dressed in white and left quietly, never saying goodbye to anyone.

At the door of the villa, I saw Qin Shu and others who had returned from fun.

Qin Shu and others all looked at Qin Xuan dullly. At this moment, their eyes were filled with awe and fear.

Qin Xuan didn't even look at them and left quietly.

When Qin Xuan's back disappeared, Qin Shu and other talents were relieved, the current Qin family elders, I am afraid they did not put such pressure on them.

"The Azure Emperor is gone?" Qin Weihua smiled bitterly and laughed at himself.

"Yeah! Go!"

At this moment, everyone lost their joy and no more smiles.

...

On Longchi Mountain, Qin Xuan sat on the edge of the Lingchi.

He condensed the tactics with both hands, and the large formation completely blocked everything. After that, Qin Xuan began to operate the eternal evergreen tactics, swallowing heaven and earth spiritual energy like a whale, the spiritual liquid in the spiritual pool disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When a pool of spiritual liquid disappeared, Qin Xuan opened his eyes. He took the Shenmu Profound Ding and took the Yinglong Reverse Bone for refining until the liquid was filled again, and Qin Xuan put away the Shenmu Profound Ding and continued to practice the Evergreen Art.

Spring goes and autumn comes, turning day and night.

Time is like flowing water, silent and silent, and has passed away.

In the first year, Qin Xuan refined the three layers of Na Yinglong’s reversal bones and blended it into the Eternal Sword. The Eternal Sword seemed to be more dazzling. On the dark sword, the stars disappeared, and the purple light did not show up, and it revealed a blue-gray .

He swallowed ten ponds of spirit liquid, and the spirit sea in his dantian nearly doubled its viscosity.

Qin Xuan opened his eyes, slightly dissatisfied, and then continued to burn Nigu, tempering the Eternal Sword.

It was another year of spring flowers and autumn fall, Qin Xuan slowly opened his eyes, the spiritual energy in the entire formation was almost exhausted, and even the spiritual fog was gone.

The spiritual fluid in his body is even more viscous to the extreme, and has even shrunk from ten feet to nine feet.

A cyan seedling appeared in Qin Xuan's Dantian and took root in Linghai.

"Can you barely see the doorway?"

Qin Xuan opened his eyes and sighed. It was only two years before he watched the golden core path, but he couldn't enter yet. When the seedling became a tree, he could truly enter the golden core.

However, what satisfied Qin Xuan was that Yinglong rebelled against the bones, he had refined seven points, and the Eternal Sword had the potential to faintly transform into seventh rank.

Even that Qingluan Lingyu, inch bone, he has refined a lot and gained a lot.

If he expected it well, in another year, day and night, he will be tempered, and the Seventh Rank of Eternal Sword is just around the corner.

He quietly looked at the chapped spirit pond, and shook his head slightly.

"Forget it, since you can't enter the golden core, why bother for it!"

He had a glimmer of hope before that, with the help of the power of the Longchi Spirit Vessel, he could enter the golden core.

Now it seems that even if the whole spiritual vein is drawn out, I am afraid that the seedlings in his dantian will not grow into trees.

Simply, Qin Xuan no longer seeks a breakthrough, but instead injects all his spirit into the tempering eternal sword.

If the Eternal Sword reaches the seventh rank, he will naturally be considered a part of his strength.

In the following year, Qin Xuan set the fire all day long, burning the great cauldron, tempering the treasures, and blending it into the eternal sword. This included the nine big locks, which were tempered into fist-sized meteorite iron essence, and refined into the eternal age. Among the swords.

...

Outside Longchi Mountain, the years have changed, but Mo Qinglian is still in Longchi Mountain.

In fact, Longchi Mountain is no longer suitable for cultivation, and Qin Xuan's aura was swallowed up by Qin Xuan, and the dragon soul and the two bears felt extremely uncomfortable.

Mo Qinglian was even more unable to practice, but she never left, waiting here, cultivating Lingjue in the Ancient Ice Art, or studying swordsmanship, and she even took advantage of the Mo family to obtain some treasures and refine a sword. , The whole body is like cold jade, but unfortunately, even the 9th grade has not been entered.

But this still does not prevent Mo Qinglian from having fun, practicing swords every day, comprehending swords, and taking a break from practicing Ancient Bing Jue.

Until, at the foot of Longchi Mountain, a figure came.

When this figure entered the big formation, Mo Qinglian had already noticed.

If it were an ordinary person, she would naturally not pay such attention.

"open!"

Mo Qinglian squeezed Ling Jue in her hand, and saw a secluded path from the bottom of the mountain in the misty formation.

A figure walks slowly, the Buddha's clothes are plain and the hair hangs down.

Xiao Wu!

Mo Qinglian looked at the figure and put away the sword in her hand.

She looked at Xiao Wu, frowning slightly, "Didn't you retreat?"

Three years ago, Xiao Wu was in retreat and went to Longchi himself. Mo Qinglian knew very well.

"Do I want to stay in seclusion?" Xiao Wu smiled and looked at Mo Qinglian gently, "You don't seem to welcome me!"

Mo Qinglian shook her head, "It's not unwelcome, but a little surprised!"

A touch of vicissitudes that did not fit her age flashed in her eyes, "It's been almost three years?"

Mo Qinglian turned her head and looked towards the top of the mountain, but couldn't see anything in her eyes.

The mountain man, who has been in retreat for almost three years, should be coming out soon, right?

"He's not there?" Xiao Wu asked calmly.

"Yes, in retreat, I have never seen him in three years!" Mo Qinglian shook her head.

"Retreat?" Xiao Wu lowered his eyes slightly, then raised his head again, "That's fine!"

"What? Are you looking for Qin Xuan?"

"nothing!"

This answer made Mo Qinglian frowned, but saw that Xiao Wu didn't care at all, and she turned around slowly.

"I wanted to take a look at him. Since he has been in retreat, he is gone!"

"What do you mean? Miss him?" Mo Qinglian raised her eyebrows, a little dissatisfied, "I want to see her, when he leaves the customs, I will tell Qin Xuan, let him go to Pluo Temple to find you."

"I'm not a stingy person..."

Xiao Wu's footsteps made Mo Qinglian startled.

"Take good care of him and deliver Qin Xuan to you. It's a good choice!"

Xiao Wu's voice came, calm, but Mo Qinglian's brows became tighter. She stared at Xiao Wu's back, as if she felt that the delicate body under the Buddha's clothes was slightly ****.

"Xiao Wu, what do you mean?" Mo Qinglian felt a little uneasy. The words that seemed to be last words made her very uncomfortable. But speaking of it, Xiao Wuli was a monk, and it is not strange to say such words. .

Is she really planning to put aside everything and stay away from Hong Chen?

Mo Qinglian's brow furrowed tighter, feeling a little inexplicable.

"Mo Qinglian, promise me one thing, don't tell Qin Xuan the news of me, and don't tell him any news of me!" Xiao Wu turned his back, and his voice slowly sounded.

Mo Qinglian felt even more inexplicable, "Xiao Wu..."

"Promise me!" Xiao Wu interrupted.

Mo Qinglian frowned and remained silent for several minutes, "Okay!"

Xiao Wu stepped out, walked out of the mountain, and disappeared on Longchi Mountain.

"What is she going to do?" Mo Qinglian was confused, and finally sighed, without thinking about it.

Outside Longchi Mountain, a monk waited silently.

Until, he saw Xiao Wu, the monastery master who had been meditating like a rock all day long in Puluoshan for several years, but now his face was wet with tears.

"Monastery Lord, the Buddha said, the sea of ​​bitterness is boundless turning back to the shore."

"Why bother?"

With tears on her face, Xiao Wu faintly looked at the increasingly prosperous Jinling City.

"So, that is Buddha!"

"And I am Xiao Wu!"

On this day, there were two monks, one old and one young, one man and one woman, among a large family of blood monks.

On this day, the Bo Yue family, known as one of the blood monks, was full of Buddha's light.

On this day, there was a Chinese Buddha, who became Shura and destroyed the blood monks, and blood flowed into rivers.

Overseas, over a ruined castle, Xiao Wu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Next place, gods!"

——

After the fifth change, the monthly pass is gone.

Xiao Wu came out of the mountain and took revenge on his parents in the form of Shura.

Do you think Xiao Wu is alive or dead? The pit has been dug, wait to jump [Insidious Face]