Moreover, if he could become the master of the cave, his three-spike plantain would truly have a place to grow, and would no longer be confined to a mere spiritual field or a spiritual pond.

It can absorb the essence of the entire cave world and even turn into a tree to support the sky and the earth! "Taoist Jialing is actually the direct disciple of the previous Jade Void Master, but it is obvious that he stabbed his master in the back six hundred years ago, took the sword and fled far away.

By chance, he actually created the Three Mountains of Qingxutan. Moreover, it is not too far from Yuxu Sect, and is almost a neighbor."

Li Qinglin clearly noticed that Taoist Jialing was obviously still brooding over what happened that year.

"Is the core sword in the Goumang Tribulation Domain the one that Taoist Jialing took away?"

Li Qinglin opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed across his eyes.

After spending another day digesting what he had gained from the calamity zone, Li Qinglin did not delay any longer. He turned into a residual shadow and headed towards Feng County.

…

In March, the peach blossoms planted on both sides of the winding official roads in and around Feng County bloomed overnight.

The flowers are fragrant and the petals are falling colorfully.

Especially outside Ximen in Fengxian County, there is actually a flower bed around the city wall.

The flower bed was lush green, with all kinds of exotic flowers. Dewdrops rolled on the petals, emitting a faint fragrance that gave one the illusion that all diseases were gone.

In front of the flower bed, there stands a stone tablet - Zhanxiantai Every outsider who passes by Zhanxiantai will definitely stop and pay homage for a while.

He even prostrated himself on the ground for a long time, without getting up, and prayed silently.

And at the city gate where people were constantly coming and going, a young man with ordinary looks and a gentle temperament slowly walked into Fengxian County.

Time is kind and cruel.

Three years have passed, and the city no longer seems to have the traces of the past when Taoist Liquan spread the immortal fate, opened up the road to seek robbery, and the whole city was in mourning.

What the passers-by discussed and discussed were the rising prices of grain and oil, where to get rich, and which bandit in the east of the city would be executed in the autumn...

No one noticed the young man.

He was like a drop of water falling into the ocean, without causing any ripples.

Li Qinglin walked to the street and came to a familiar noodle stall.

The person selling noodles was not the old man in his fifties, but a dark-skinned man.

"Where is the old man from before?" Li Qinglin asked while standing in front of the noodle stall.

The man was kneading the dough. When he heard this, he looked up at Li Qinglin and replied,

"Oh, my father passed away last winter. He was not sick or hurt. It was a happy funeral. Do you know my father? You must be an old customer. Would you like to eat noodles? Go find a place to sit by yourself."

Li Qinglin nodded, "Three taels of臊子面."

"Okay!"

Li Qinglin sat on a short stool, his posture a little awkward, his knees almost touching his chest, and he looked up at the passers-by passing by.

But Li Qinglin was content with his life, silently listening to the voices of the world.

"You know, the Zhanxiantai was not called this at the beginning! It was called Zhanxiantai!

One night, starlight descended from the sky and changed the words on the monument, changing "behead" to "dip"! "

At a dining table not far away, several porters from a coach shop, dressed in shorts and with lean muscles, were eating noodles with big mouthfuls and talking at the same time.

"Really? I just came to Feng County last year, so I didn't know about this! What a pity! I wanted to sign up to learn martial arts at Wulao Qingxinzhai, but I was eliminated because I didn't have enough qualifications. But I'm getting more and more proficient at pulling the cart..."

"Fortunately, you didn't go to Wulao Qingxinzhai to learn martial arts! Haven't you seen that in recent years, every martial artist who practiced the so-called Wulao Qingxin Inscription has either become disabled or possessed!"

"That's true! It's strange, Wen Shoufei and that Li Qinglin, they practiced well, they could even kill immortals, why can't others practice?"

"Why else? It must be a curse from an immortal! Who is that Taoist Liquan? Li Qinglin and his apprentice dared to kill him, so they must have lost their virtue! Li Qinglin hasn't appeared in many years. Rumor has it that he has already died from serious injuries."

Li Qinglin turned a deaf ear to these discussions.

But when he heard the alien starlight and modified the handwriting on the stele, he smiled.

The Yuxu Sect still loves to save face...

Get the chopsticks.

Li Qinglin took a bite, frowned slightly, and put down his chopsticks with some regret.

The surface has changed.

It's no longer chewy and tastes like chewing wax.

Maybe it was because of the reduction in raw materials, or maybe it was because of the poor dough kneading skills, or maybe it was because the old man who was watching over the noodle stall that winter and added more臊子 to his noodles is no longer here.

Li Qinglin could no longer taste the relaxing feeling from this bowl of noodles.

"Things have changed, people have changed, and everything has come to an end..."

Li Qinglin felt a little emotional.

But the porters suddenly lowered their voices and whispered, "But I heard that the Li Mansion has been unstable recently."

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"A red-robed lama came from Kyoto and said he wanted to see Li Qinglin. He was determined not to leave until he saw him, and even blocked the door to Li's house!"

"It's been blocked for several months! All the warriors from the Five Elders Qingxinzhai were driven out by them!"

Hearing this, Li Qinglin frowned, took out a piece of cold jade from the body of some "lucky guy" from his storage bag, and placed it on the table as a cooking ingredient.

Whoosh! A breeze blew by, still carrying the chill of early spring, rolling on the backs of several porters like an ice loach.

They shuddered and looked up in shock, only to see that the young man who had been eating noodles at the next table just now disappeared in the blink of an eye. They all looked as if they had seen a ghost.

Only that piece of cold jade shone without any light, and also emitted a cold air like clouds and mist.

…

In front of a two-story courtyard with green tiles and white walls.

As soon as Li Qinglin showed his figure, he saw seven or eight warriors holding knives and swords suddenly surrounded him and shouted to drive him away, "Go away, don't stay here. The Li family is not seeing guests during this period."

When Li Qinglin heard this, an unknown evil fire suddenly rose in his heart.

“Get lost!!”

Li Qinglin took a sudden step forward and shouted loudly, with his energy and blood pouring into his throat, forming a diffuse tiger roar.

The eardrums of these seven or eight warriors were shattered on the spot, blood was flowing from all seven orifices, and they rolled on the ground wailing continuously.

"What's going on? What happened?"

"Ah!! I can't hear you, hurry, save me!!"

These warriors screamed miserably, frightening passers-by on the street so much that they took detours and dared not approach.

At the door of Li's house, there was a little monk with dark bronze skin, wearing a long monk robe and barefoot.

At this moment, his face changed drastically. He immediately realized the depth of Li Qinglin's strength. He must be a spirit-cultivating warrior.

Moreover, with this sound wave alone, he can defeat many warriors who have refined their marrow and even have perfected their five internal organs.

In the realm of nourishing the spirit, he is not considered a weakling! Seeing that things were not going well, the little monk immediately turned around and ran to the yard.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Li Qinglin's figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, a force as heavy as a mountain came pressing down on the little monk, who was instantly completely suppressed, his body motionless, as if he were a bug frozen in amber.

Fortunately, this terrifying aura came and went quickly!

The little monk regained his freedom and jumped back into the water like a suffocated fish. He immediately took a few deep breaths of fresh air with a look of fear on his face.

"Who are you and why are you making things difficult for the Li family?"

Although Li Qinglin was furious, he did not act rashly. Instead, he prepared to find out the origins and purpose of this group of people first.

(End of this chapter)