The reason why Su Zimo did not leave Ping Yang Town immediately was that he wanted to wait for Zhou Dingyun.
If Zhou Dingyun returned to Ping Yang Town and could not find Su Zimo, he would definitely shift his target to the Su family.
The emperor's edict had a great deterrent effect on the various vassal states. It might not be useful to the Qi Refinement Warriors, let alone the disciples of Iridescent Clouds Palace, one of the five major sects.
Su Zimo could not leave with peace of mind if Zhou Dingyun was not dead.
Just like what Su Zimo said to Zhou Dingyun, from the moment he let him go, he knew that he would come back.
It was just that Su Zimo did not know when Zhou Dingyun would come back.
But he was willing to wait. Perhaps it was because he was worried about Zhou Dingyun, or perhaps it was because he was reluctant to part with the mansion, the cultivation field and someone else.
He waited for half a year.
For the past half a year, Su Zimo was not in a hurry to cultivate the fourth section of The Twelve Demons of the Great Wilderness, Marrow Cleansing. Instead, he continued to cultivate the first three sections of The Body Tempering, Tendons Transformation and Bones Strengthening to strengthen his body and spirit. He continued to refine the essence sealed in the Scarlet Flame Fruit in his body.
Su Zimo's realm had improved significantly. He was close to achieving phenomenal success in the first three sections.
In his free time, Su Zimo would also practice his archery in the cultivation field.
He was able to shoot more than ten arrows at the heart. This was the result of half a year of hard work in archery.
After killing Zhou Dingyun, Su Zimo no longer had any reason to stay in Ping Yang Town. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of loss.
Su Zimo returned to the mansion. He stood at the door and looked at the peach blossom tree not far away. His eyes were in a daze and he did not want to leave for a long time.
The dark clouds dispersed and the moonlight was like water. The peach blossoms fell one after another. It was just like that night two years ago. It was just that the person was not around.
Su Zimo recalled a poem that he had read before. Last year in this sect on this day, the human face and peach blossoms reflected each other. The human face was nowhere to be seen, but the peach blossoms were still smiling in the spring breeze.
When he was young, Su Zimo did not understand the concept in these four lines of the poem.
But now, Su Zimo was 19 years old, and the immaturity on his face was gradually disappearing. He finally experienced the melancholy of things being the same but people being different.
Su Zimo would never forget that night, when he was at his most frustrated, confused, and helpless, a woman stood among the falling peach blossoms and led him onto the path of cultivation.
Su Zimo smiled, stretched out his hands, and slowly closed the door of the mansion.
The closed door not only locked up the mansion, but also locked up an incomparably precious memory for Su Zimo.
Only when he reunited with that person would the door of memories open.
Su Zimo was looking forward to that day.
Su Zimo took a deep breath after a long time, and his eyes regained their clarity. He took out an animal skin map from his bosom, and carefully identified it. Then, he walked in a certain direction with large strides.
Behind him, a ray of light broke through the mist.
The sun rose from the east.
A new day had begun.
…
In the southwest of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was a region nearby that was extremely famous.
This place was shrouded in thick fog all year round. From afar, it looked as if it was enveloped by countless unpredictable clouds. It was ethereal and otherworldly.
Busybodies would enter the thick fog to check out what was going on, but they would return to the same place before long.
Over time, the nearby villagers also realized that this was a place where immortals lived. Mortals were not allowed to come close.
Every year, there would be a few days in the thick fog when a mountain peak could be vaguely seen. It towered into the clouds and was majestic.
Every time this happened, the nearby villagers would kneel in the direction of the mountain peak and pray that the weather would be good this year and that they would be healthy.
This day, a green-robed scholar came to this place.
It was not accurate to call him a scholar.
This person had a delicate face, but he had a long saber tied to his waist and a blood-colored bow slung over his shoulder. His attire was rather unique.
This green-robed scholar was none other than Su Zimo who had left Ping Yang Town.
Ji Yaoxue had guessed correctly. Su Zimo indeed wanted to enter Misty Peak.
On one hand, Misty Peak was mysterious in Ji Yaoxue's eyes. There must be something extraordinary about it.
On the other hand, Misty Peak was the closest to the Country of Yan. If something happened, Su Zimo could rush back immediately.
However, on the map, only a rough location of Misty Peak was marked. When Su Zimo arrived, he could not find the location of Misty Peak despite being in the thick fog.
Su Zimo walked for a day and returned to the same spot several times. He could not find a clue.
In this thick fog, visibility was extremely low. Even with Su Zimo's eyesight, he could only see a distance of ten meters.
This place was like a maze. He walked around in circles in the thick fog but could not find the exit.
"Strange."
Su Zimo returned to the same spot. He stared at the fog not far away from him, frowning and deep in thought.
Ji Yaoxue had once told him that it was much harder to enter Misty Peak than other sects. Not only did it depend on one's spirit root and the grade of one's spirit root, there were also other obstacles. Even many advanced Qi Refinement Warriors could not join Misty Peak.
However, this was also what attracted Su Zimo to Misty Peak.
If it was like Iridescent Clouds Palace, which only looked at the quality of one's spirit root, Su Zimo would not be surprised by such a sect.
"It seems that I will have to put in a lot of effort to enter Misty Peak."
Su Zimo vaguely guessed that the thick fog in front of him might be the first obstacle to entering Misty Peak.
If he could not pass this obstacle, he might not even be able to see the real Misty Peak, let alone enter the sect.
Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Su Zimo planned to find a place to rest for the night and think of a way to get out of this situation. He would make plans the next morning.
The fog in front of him must be something special. It was definitely not a solution to barge in blindly.
There was a small village not far from here. A woman was preparing dinner, a burly man was returning from chopping firewood, a hunter was returning home with his prey, two old men were squatting at the entrance of the village, playing chess with a chessboard in front of them. There were also children chasing and playing in the village.
It was a joyous and harmonious scene.
At the sight of this scene, Su Zimo felt a sense of warmth. He revealed a smile and walked briskly towards the village.
"Uncle, I am Su Zimo from the Country of Yan. I don't have a place to stay tonight. Can I stay here for the night?" Su Zimo came to the entrance of the village, bowed and asked the two old men who were playing chess.
The two old men did not seem to hear him. They seemed to be immersed in the game and could not be distracted.
Su Zimo coughed softly and asked again.
The two old men still did not speak. They each held a chess piece and stared intently at the chessboard. Occasionally, they would place a piece with a dignified expression.
Su Zimo was a little embarrassed.
The two old men did not respond. Su Zimo's rash entrance to the village was a little impolite.
Su Zimo smiled and turned to leave.
With his ability, he could spend the night anywhere with the sky as his blanket and the earth as his bed.
The reason why he wanted to stay in the village was that Su Zimo felt the warmth of the human world that he had not seen for a long time.
Su Zimo was about to leave when his gaze inadvertently fell on the chessboard of the two old men and gradually froze.
The game was very intense. Both sides were in a stalemate. Every time a piece was placed, the slightest mistake would result in the loss of the game.
Su Zimo thought that since he had nothing to do, he might as well watch the game before leaving. He stood aside and watched the game.
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