Outside the Shaolin Temple.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse.
Su Qin chose to leave the Shaolin Temple in the wee hours of the morning to avoid missing the daily sign-in opportunity.
As long as Su Qin could rush back before tomorrow night, there would be no loss.
"It's been fifteen years. I wonder how my little sister is doing now?"
In front of Su Qin's eyes, he seemed to see the slug that always followed him.
His little sister's name was Su Yueyun, and she was seven years younger than Su Qin.
When Su Qin first entered the Shaolin Temple, Su Yueyun was only three years old. Now that fifteen years had passed, Su Yueyun was already eighteen years old.
Women in this world had to get married at the age of sixteen. Su Yueyun was already considered 'old' for her to wait until she was eighteen.
"However, before I go back, there is something I need to deal with."
Su Qin suddenly stopped and looked up in a certain direction.
Fifteen years ago, a great enemy of the Family Su came. At that time, in order to preserve the bloodline of the Family Su, all the Family Su disciples were scattered everywhere.
It was precisely because of this that Su Qin was sent to the Shaolin Temple.
Only by entering the Shaolin Temple and relying on the protection of the Shaolin Temple could Su Qin be safe.
Later on, although the Su family used some means to force that great enemy to retreat and recover, that great enemy was still alive.
Over the years, Su Qin had been busy signing in to improve his strength. In addition, everything was fine with the Family Su, so he didn't pay attention to the enemy.
Now, he could use this opportunity to completely deal with the enemy.
"According to the letters sent by the Family Su over the years, the enemy's name is' Yan Huo '. He is a disciple of the Demon Sect and recently became the guardian of this generation of the Demon Sect."
Su Qin thought quickly.
Because of this matter, the head of the Family Su was quite worried in the letter, worried that the enemy would use the power of the Demon Sect to sweep over again.
"Demon Sect?"
Su Qin's eyes flashed coldly.
...
Yongzhou.
The Empire of Tang occupied a total of 18 states. Among them, Yong State was the territory of the Demon Sect, and the headquarters of the Demon Sect was located there.
Within the borders of The Empire of Tang, there was a battle between the righteous path and the devil path. However, ever since the previous leader of the devil path went into closed-door training, the devil path had always been at a disadvantage in the battle against the righteous path.
A few decades ago, the Demon Sect still occupied three states.
But now, as the Righteous Path continued to suppress them, the Demon Sect was only left with Yongzhou.
The Empire of Tang, on the other hand, turned a blind eye to the fight between the Righteous Path and the Devil Path. They had no intention of mediating.
Regardless of whether it was the righteous path or the evil sect, in the eyes of The Empire of Tang, they were all traitors who did not listen to their orders. They wanted as many of them dead as possible, so how could they possibly mediate?
The Empire of Tang had even fanned the flames of war between the Righteous and the Devil Path several times.
At this very moment.
At the foot of Southern Sorcerer Mountain in Yongzhou.
A little boy in thick cotton clothes looked up at the falling snow with a face full of excitement.
"Grandpa, the snow is really heavy …"
The little boy rubbed a snowball and looked at an old man next to him.
"Yes."
"It's been decades since such a heavy snowfall has happened."
The old man looked emotional as if he had fallen into some memories.
At this moment, a gentle voice sounded.
"Is this the Southern Witch Mountain?"
A young monk in a gray robe was looking at the pair of grandfather and grandson with a smile.
This young monk was naturally Su Qin.
The Shaolin Temple was thousands of miles away from Yongzhou. It would take at least a few months or even a year for an ordinary person to cross such a long distance.
Even a martial artist would take nearly a month.
But for Su Qin, it only took a few hours to go from the Shaolin Temple to Yongzhou.
And this was because Su Qin occasionally stopped on the way to see if there was any place nearby where he could Sign In, which wasted some time.
Otherwise, Su Qin would have arrived at Yongzhou even faster.
"Yes."
"It's right ahead."
The little boy looked up at Su Qin and felt a little strange, but he still nodded and said, "There is a lot of miasma in the Southern Witch Mountain."
"And …"
The little boy looked around carefully and lowered his voice. "Grandpa told me that there are immortals in the Southern Witch Mountain. If you don't have anything to do, don't go near …"
"Immortals?"
Su Qin was slightly taken aback.
But he quickly reacted. The immortals mentioned by the little boy were probably the Demon Sect martial artists.
The Southern Witch Mountain was located deep in the Demon Sect headquarters and there were often Demon Sect martial artists coming in and out.
To an ordinary person like the little boy, those martial artists who came and went were no different from immortals.
"There will be heavy snow today, go back early."
Su Qin glanced at the grandfather and grandson and walked toward the Southern Witch Mountain unhurriedly.
"Heavy snow?"
"You are not an immortal, how do you know there will be heavy snow today?"
The little boy whispered.
Although it was still snowing, it was obviously getting lighter. It should stop during the day.
How could it be heavy snow?
"Grandpa."
"Are you okay?"
"Why aren't you talking?"
Just then, the little boy suddenly thought of something and turned to look at the old man next to him.
"Don't talk!"
The old man's face was as white as paper and his hands were shaking uncontrollably.
"Grandpa, are you okay?" The little boy realized something was wrong and quickly ran to the old man's side.
"You …" The old man smiled bitterly.
The old man smiled bitterly and glared fiercely at the little boy. "Do you know that the two of us have already walked through the gates of hell?"
"Huh?"
"Gates of hell?"
The little boy was puzzled. "Grandpa, are you referring to that person just now?"
The old man's expression changed again when he heard this. He looked in the direction Su Qin left and fear flashed across his face. "Don't you see anything strange?"
"Strange?"
The little boy blinked his eyes.
The old man sighed and stepped on the snow. Then he looked at the little boy. "What is this?"
"Footprints?"
The little boy said matter-of-factly.
"Why are there footprints?" The old man asked.
The little boy rolled his eyes. "Grandpa, do you think I'm stupid? It's snowing now and the ground is covered in snow. If you step on it, of course there will be footprints … "
The old man took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice, "But look at that person's path. Do you see any footprints?"
The little boy frowned and turned to look.
"Huh?"
The little boy's expression changed.
Because everywhere he looked, there was a vast expanse of white snow, stretching as far as the eye could see.
"No … no footprints …"
The little boy's face suddenly turned pale as if he had seen a ghost.
One had to know that the snow this year was very heavy. A few days ago, the snow on the ground was several feet thick. If an ordinary person walked on it, they would definitely leave a thick footprint.
But now, the little boy did not find any footprints.
"There's one more thing."
The old man calmed down and continued, "Did you see any snow on that person?"
As soon as he said this.
The little boy's body trembled.
Indeed.
When he first saw Su Qin, he felt that something was strange.
But at that time, the little boy did not think much of it.
But now that the old man reminded him, the little boy finally realized that whether it was him or the old man, there was a lot of snow on their bodies.
This was something that could not be helped.
It was snowing, and they were not in the house. How could they not get some snow on them?
But the young monk was different.
His body..,
Clean and tidy.
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