The lush foliage of the forest at the foot of the cliff blocked the sunlight. It was exceptionally quiet and even a little scary. Fortunately, it did not take long for Long Qing to walk out of the forest.
He shifted the pole on his shoulder to avoid pressing on the wounds he had suffered a few days ago. Looking at the green cliff in front of him and the vines that covered the entire rock wall, he took a deep breath and dispelled the fear in his heart. Then, he lowered his head and walked up the narrow and steep mountain path.
The cliff was very steep. It was very difficult to climb with such a heavy thing. When Long Qing walked to the front of a cave, he already felt that his back was so sore that it was about to break. Fortunately, there was a small stone platform about three or four steps wide at the entrance of the cave. He put down the bucket clumsily. He remembered that there was a spring in the cave, so he did not take any water. He took out a box from his bag, pulled the dense vines with his hands, and walked into the cave.
The cave was very low. Ordinary people could not even stand straight in the cave. Long Qing walked forward silently with his back bent, looking like a real servant. However, although the cave was low and the entrance was covered by vines, it was not dark at all. Instead, it was as bright as day.
That was because the walls of the cave were inlaid with glowing luminous pearls every few steps. These luminous pearls were round, flawless, and as big as chicken eggs. If they were placed in the world, they would be the most precious treasures. However, there were countless caves in the green mountain behind the Zhishou Abbey, and there were countless of these precious luminous pearls in this cave. Moreover, the builders used these treasures as candles.
Long Qing had been to this cave before, so he could remain calm. After all, the first time he entered this cave, he was completely shocked by the scene in front of him and could not speak. After all, even in the Imperial Palace of Capital Cheng of the Yan Kingdom where he had lived since he was a child, there were only a few luminous pearls of this quality.
The cave between the green mountain cliffs seemed simple and even miserable, but it was a different world inside. The stone walls were carved with flowers and inlaid with jade, pastel flowers and birds. The path was paved with gold bricks, and the walls were tied with silver ribbons. When he walked into the deepest cave hall, there were countless rare flowers and old paintings. It was extremely rich and complicated, even exceeding the enjoyment of emperors in the world and the limits of human imagination. It seemed vulgar, but no one dared to say it was vulgar.
Because other than Haotian Taoism, which ruled the whole world and had endless wealth and resources, no other power could do such a vulgar thing in the deep forest that no one knew about.
There was a very large soft couch in the hall, and dozens of Snowfield Direwolves' fur were spread on the couch, making it look like a real snowfield. In the middle of the sea of silver-white fur sat an old man with a withered face. The wrinkles on his face were very deep, and the Taoist robe he was wearing was very old, as if it had not been changed for many years.
Snowfield Direwolves were very strong, and it was extremely difficult to kill one. There were so many Snowfield Direwolves' fur here, and it was really hard to know how strong this old Taoist was in the past.
Long Qing walked to the bed, knelt down and presented the box with both hands. He did not dare to look up at the old Taoist, and looked very respectful and humble, silently waiting for the old Taoist's order.
Lying drunk on the skin of a snow wolf and appreciating the most precious objects in the world was a luxury that countless people in the world dreamed of. However, there was no expression on the old Taoist's skinny face. He seemed lifeless, and it could even be said that he looked like a dried corpse. The only thing that could prove that he was still alive was the occasional movement of his eyes. His eyes were filled with cruelty, and there was also endless blood red and madness.
Sitting in isolation for dozens of years, even a real palace would become the most gloomy prison, let alone a cave. The horror in the old Taoist's eyes probably came from this.
The reason why this old Taoist would sit in the cave for decades was naturally not because he was imprisoned. There were not many people in this world who could imprison him, and Taoism would not treat such a great figure of the previous generation like this. Other than some very obscure reasons, the most important reason was that he could not walk due to his disability. Or rather, even if he could walk due to his disability, he was not willing to appear in the world as a disabled person.
The old Taoist's disability was very serious. He had no feet, no legs, and even no buttocks, as if a sharp sword had once cut him in half from the waist. So now he was only left with half of his body, "sitting" on the snow white Snowfield Direwolf's fur, as if he was trapped in it.
Being cut in half at the waist was one of the cruelest death sentences in the world. Since it was called a death sentence, it was naturally to be cut in half at the waist. Many important organs would be lost, and the blood in the body would be drained. Inevitably, one would die miserably.
But this old Taoist who was cut in half at the waist survived, and he lived for many years.
Of course, he lived a very painful life, and he just lived.
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When Long Qing entered the cave for the first time and saw the old Taoist who only had half of his body left, he was extremely shocked. He could not figure out how the old Taoist had survived. Later, he knew that the old Taoist had only drunk the spring water in the cave for dozens of years, and did not eat any food. In this way, he completely abandoned the lower half of his body. Of course, the human body would still produce some waste. He thought that the old Taoist must have used his terrifying cultivation to forcibly evaporate these waste from the surface of the skin along with the body fluid.
This speculation shocked him even more. Human beings needed to eat grains to survive. This was the rule set by Haotian, and it could not be violated. Even if the Grand Cultivators in the Knowing Destiny State could not eat for dozens of years. According to the records of the West-Hill, only the legendary Sages who had surpassed the Five States could be purified by Tianqi and become Divine Bodies. In this way, they could collect the Qi of Heaven and Earth and live by drinking dew!
In this case, could it be that the withered Taoist who had been cut in half at the waist was so terrifying that he had already crossed the threshold of the Five States of Cultivation decades ago?
Long Qing could not prove his speculation, but if it was correct, then the withered Taoist on the soft couch in the snow sea would be the first Sage he had met in the world. Of course, he did not know how high the cultivation state of the Abbey Dean on the boat in the South Sea was.
Therefore, after entering the cave, he knelt in front of the soft couch, looking extremely humble. He could not hide the awe and even fear in his heart for the old Taoist. Then, these emotions all turned into some kind of desire, the desire for the unknown end of the cultivation road, the desire for power.
He thought he finally understood why the Abbey Dean sent him to the Zhishou Abbey to be a servant. Only as a servant could he come to the Green Mountain Cave and meet a person like the old Taoist who stood at the top of the cultivation world.
However, the development of things did not completely conform to Long Qing's beautiful imagination. The old Taoist, who looked like a mummy, looked expressionlessly at him who knelt in front of the couch. His lips moved slowly, and his hoarse voice sounded like two hot stones rubbing against each other in the desert at noon. It was extremely unpleasant to hear.
"You are too weak."
Long Qing did not hear the words clearly. He raised his head subconsciously, but met the eyes of the old Taoist on the couch, which were filled with madness and violence. When he met the old Taoist's gaze, he only felt that his consciousness was suddenly pulled into a terrifying sea of blood, and he groaned in pain.
"You are too weak! You are a good-for-nothing! "
The old Taoist spread out his trembling hands and tightly clutched his skinny throat, as if he wanted to struggle to death. His voice was forced out from between his fingers, full of disappointment and even despair.
"You are a good-for-nothing! What qualifications do you have to enter the Zhishou Abbey! What qualifications do you have to talk to me! You are just nonsense! I am also a good-for-nothing! The people hiding in this mountain are all a bunch of f * cking good-for-nothings! "
The old Taoist moved angrily among the snow-white fur. With only half of his body left, he looked particularly funny and tragic when he moved, like a worm wriggling.
His shrill cry echoed in the cave, and an indescribably terrifying aura instantly filled the entire space, oppressing everything that could be touched.
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The green vines suddenly became chaotic, and Long Qing flew out of the cave with blood spurting from his mouth. He fell heavily on the edge of the stone platform and almost fell down. He looked at the dark cave entrance and thought of the terrifying aura that he had felt earlier. His eyes were filled with shock and fear.
He knew that the old Taoist did not want to kill him, but his aura had naturally leaked out due to his anger. However, even so, it already had such a strong power. If the old Taoist really used his full cultivation, no one in the world would be able to resist him.
Long Qing panted for a moment, and gradually calmed down. He wiped the blood from his lips, put the carrying pole on his shoulder, carried his bag, and continued to walk up the cliff.
There were many caves in this green mountain, and many seniors of Haotian Taoism lived in them. These seniors of Haotian Taoism were in different states, but they were all extremely powerful figures. However, like the old Taoist, they had suffered extremely serious injuries and were disabled, so they all had bad tempers.
Who was it that could seriously injure so many seniors of Haotian Taoism? After all, some of these seniors of Haotian Taoism had surpassed the Five States decades ago. Didn't that mean that the person who injured them had a higher cultivation state, and it was not just one or two levels higher?
Long Qing could vaguely see the answer to this question, but he did not want to continue thinking about it, because the Tomes of Arcane in the temple and the green mountain behind the temple were all his hopes.
He silently walked between the cliffs of the green mountain, going in and out of those mysterious caves. He was like a busy worker walking in an ant's nest, and had no time to care about what spring looked like.
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Chang 'an City.
Ning Que and Sangsang had dinner in the Grand Secretary's Mansion. After dinner, Mrs. Zeng and Sangsang went to talk, while Grand Secretary Zeng Jing talked with Ning Que in the study for a long time. It was a little late when they left the mansion. Seeing that there were few people on the street, Ning Que decided to spend the night at the Old Brush Pen Shop with Sangsang.
The Old Brush Pen Shop was as usual. The bedroom in the backyard was fully prepared. Sangsang boiled water, and after they washed up, they went to bed and prepared to sleep.
It was in the thick of spring, and the night wind was not cold. In fact, there was a hint of dryness. A wild cat was lying on the wall of the courtyard, looking at the stars in the night sky. It let out a shrill cry that sounded like a baby's cry.
The sound was a little unpleasant, and Ning Que could not sleep at all. He opened his eyes and looked at the beam above his head. He suddenly said, "Do you know? Ye Hongyu killed the Great Divine Priest of Judgment. "
Sangsang said softly, "I don't know."
Ning Que found that she was not as shocked as he was when he heard the news. He could not help but laugh at himself, thinking that Sangsang was indeed not a mortal like him. He said, "I heard that after killing the Great Divine Priest, she immediately injured Luo Kedi. If it were not for the Hierarch's order, she would have killed that person."
Sangsang softly agreed.
Ning Que said, "I thought I had already caught up with her. Who would have thought that she would leave me so far behind … She is now the Great Divine Priest of West-Hill. If we fight in the future, I can't beat her, and I can't use your identity as the Great Divine Priest of Light to suppress her. What should I do?"
Sangsang said, "Then don't fight."
Ning Que suddenly said after a moment of silence, "Your father said that if I let you follow me to Lanke Temple, it would be a long journey, and it would be wrong to use the identity of a handmaiden. He wants us to get engaged first. What do you think we should do?"
Sangsang asked in a low voice, "… What do you think we should do?"
Ning Que said, "Then get engaged."
Sangsang's voice sounded from under the thin quilt. It was a little humming, as if she had a cold. "Okay."
Ning Que said, "Come to sleep, I'm a little hot."
Sangsang moved over from the other side of the bed and got into his arms.
Every year when it was hot in late spring, Ning Que liked to sleep with her in his arms. Because she was born with a cold body, holding her was like holding a cold jade, a soft cold jade.
Tonight was the same. Sangsang's body was still so cold.
But she felt very hot herself.
Ning Que also felt a little hot. Listening to the mournful cries of the wild cats on the wall, he became more and more annoyed. He scolded in a low voice, "Spring is almost over, why are you still crying!"
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