The outside world is in turmoil.

Twenty years passed in a flash, and countless fellows died, leaving piles of corpses; yet, some others emerged and became famous.

On the edge of Qingping Valley.

A solid fortress stood tall, covered with various traces of battles, but it was not damaged and still existed.

It’s not that there were no Langya monks who came to push forward, but they all returned empty-handed.

Zhou Xian held a sword and defended one side, killing countless people. The blood at the entrance of the camp was so deep that it was terrifying.

He sharpened his sword to a sharp edge, but it was not purely for killing, and it did not affect his craft.

He could often be seen coming back covered in blood, and without stopping, he would start working in the alchemy furnace to refine fragrant pills.

then……

He successfully established his foundation and became a second-rank alchemist. He moved the medicine house and made a name for himself in the border areas. He was so outstanding.

At the same time, countless camps took root in the territory of Guangxiu Immortal Sect, forming alliances and alliances like a dense line of defense, which entangled the steps of Zixi Immortal Sect and Langya Immortal Sect.

In the turbulent ancient borderland, although the flames of war were raging, the vitality of the spiritual herbs was equally strong, and it was also an era when the alchemy was booming.

Alchemists emerged one after another, most of them were from the Yaolu lineage, and some outstanding talents from the opposition were even more prominent, which was enviable.

This has made Yaolu known as one of the two heroes of Guangxiu Xianzong in the past twenty years.

The other is the Black Abyss Prison.

One is unparalleled in farming and fighting, and the other relies on Yanlou to build an intelligence network. Every attack they make is a sure kill, with such fierceness that it makes people tremble.

The reputations of Yang Li and Kuang Mengting were widely spread, and countless people were shocked that the Guangxiu Immortal Sect had quietly gained two powerful masters.

The dark blades they led were fierce and sharp. Even when they were surrounded and attacked by the Langya monks and the Zixi monks, they were able to withstand the attack and fight back.

In addition to these two, Dark Blade also has many talented people.

The third commander was An Daozu. He and Yang Li faced off at Kuang Shucheng's birthday party. Although An Daozu was one step behind Yang Li, he was indeed not weak.

Over the years, I worked hard and finally caught up.

The fourth commander was a monk from the original fourteenth team named Kang Liang, who later rose to the top and took up a position.

Relatively speaking, Chang Qinghua, who is of the same generation as An Zudao, was a little less lucky and stopped before becoming a commander. He became a captain, but his achievements were not small and he showed the style of a strong man.

Following behind are Xiao Mang, Lu Xinghou, Liu Shang and others, all of whom are rising stars who have shown enough potential and have a promising future.

…

“Boom…”

Chen Sheng has reached the Golden Core level of combat power and does not make a move easily, so he sits firmly in the Black Abyss Prison and practices with all his heart.

He was sitting in a secluded room, sitting cross-legged and practicing his energy. There seemed to be a true yang hidden in his dantian. The golden elixir was shining brightly, emitting brilliant brilliance and unparalleled power.

The acupoints all over the body glowed faintly, like real dragon cyclones, devouring the essence of heaven and earth and refining it into magic power.

While practicing the Health Preservation Sutra, Chen Sheng would also practice the Xuanhuang Qi Condensation Technique, which was a superb method that could make the golden elixir rotate and breathe in and out, expelling the turbid air bit by bit.

In addition to refining Qi, he also did not neglect the process of Rixi Shenzhao Body Refining. He even used his magic power as fuel to refine every inch of his flesh and blood, making his entire body as crystal clear as divine jade. His blood and Qi were pure, like a god born in a world of pure Qi, untouched by dust.

"boom"

Sometimes, when Chen Sheng had completed a Zhou Tian practice and his energy was overflowing, he would take action and punch out with such force that it penetrated the air.

The entire Black Abyss Prison was shaking, as if a terrifying will had revived. Looking down, the prisoners' hair stood on end naturally.

They could feel the terrifying power of that aura. Even if they were at their peak and fought majestically, they would be crushed to death in an instant.

Therefore, these vicious criminals have become more gentle in recent years, staying in the cells, quiet and silent.

"The Heart Sutra of Contemplation of the Bodhisattva"

Chen Sheng stopped practicing and flipped his hand. A square white piece of paper fell into the sky. The handwriting was beautiful and obviously written by a woman.

This was left to him by Chen Lian. After he achieved the Golden Elixir state of mind, his state of mind became more and more profound, and he felt more and more that this method of cultivation was powerful. Although it was simple, it pointed directly to the root of the great way.

After all, it's a pity for Chen Lian. He had talent and opportunity, but he didn't have the fate of an immortal, so he died of old age.

“Wuwuwu…”

After reading the Bodhisattva's Heart Sutra, Chen Sheng's heart was moved and he took out a suona. Although it was just an ordinary instrument, after being polished for four hundred years and being imbued with spiritual power, it had almost become a rare treasure.

This time, the song he played was not a cry to heaven, nor was it a special tune, he just wanted to express his feelings.

What is the most unforgettable thing for him? It is nothing more than...

Life and death separated!

Then, the music suddenly became extremely distant, deep and quiet, but it could not hide a hint of sadness. No matter how hard one struggled, one could not keep it, and even after crossing countless spaces, one could not reach it.

Regret and a little lonely.

The root of Taoism is in the underworld, which is death.

As time passed and many people died, the melody became more and more sad, and even eternity could not cover it up.

"What is the one at the deepest point doing?"

In the Black Abyss Prison, those prisoners who were quietly lying dormant had become accustomed to the unyielding will hovering above their heads. Normally, they would curl up motionless when they saw any loud noise.

But at this moment, their faces changed drastically, they wanted to yell, their minds were extremely confused, a sad sound emerged from the bottom of their hearts, and there was even a sense of extinction.

There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart.

"puff"

Some prisoners were cunning and heartless, having given up many emotions for the sake of chance. At this moment, the lonely sound of the suona aroused their confusion and agitation, and they spat out a mouthful of blood, then collapsed to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

"Is the warden practicing some secret magical power?"

The ones who were least disturbed were Wang Zhu and Cai Guling from District A11. They were both in a happy and peaceful state of mind, free from sin and killing, and able to persist in thinking to the sound of suona.

The two knew that this was the sound made by Chen Sheng, which contained incredible power and was extremely terrifying.

"The sound of the suona was not targeted specifically, but came out naturally. It was not that aggressive. Those people couldn't stand it. It was because their Taoism hearts were rotten."

Wang Zhu turned his head and saw three or two prisoners. Their faith was broken, their eyes were dull and lifeless, and blood was oozing from their mouths. They were indeed unconscious. I was afraid that even if they were rescued, they would be useless.

"Perhaps, it can be regarded as a training of the Dao heart."

Cai Guling calmed his mind and closed his eyes. He felt as if he was in a dreary ghost town. There were countless monsters around him, but they were all transformed from his own thoughts and were extremely disturbing.

He did not resist, but looked at it calmly, quietly honing his spirit and strengthening himself.

Seeing this, Wang Zhu followed suit and practiced. The two quiet and pure masters slowly grew stronger in the darkness.

"This magical skill is still not perfect."

In the quiet room, Chen Sheng put down his suona and fell into deep thought.

He was indeed creating a great Dharma, not a Dharma that relied on the qualities of immortality, but a Dharma that truly embodied his understanding of the Great Dao.

Before breaking into the Golden Elixir stage, he experienced many separations and deaths. When Chen Lian died, his accumulated strength finally emerged and a clue appeared.

Later, he was promoted to the Golden Elixir stage, but he never gave up the creation of supernatural powers. Chen Lian's Avalokitesvara Heart Sutra gave him a kind of tranquility, and he used it as a precious raft to sail through the sea of ​​suffering of life and death.

…

On a small hill at the inner gate.

A young man with white hair was taking care of a young child. He had gentle eyes and eyebrows, and did not have the fierceness and ferocity that he had when killing the enemies, which was surprising.

"Little Chang'an, Daddy is taking you to see someone. You must behave well and don't make trouble."

Chang Silu had been seriously injured after the battle with Fenglongzhui. Although he was treated by Chen Sheng and did not become completely disabled, he eventually went downhill.

In less than five years, his hair turned completely white, his fighting power declined, and he was no longer as sharp in killing the enemies.

So he got married.

Ten years later, a son was born, named Chang'an, who is five years old this year. He is well-behaved and sensible, wears a blue shirt, has the gentleness of a gentleman, and is very pleasing.

"Dad, who is this person?"

Chang An seldom saw his father, who was of such a high status, being so cautious, and he was very curious about the person he was going to meet.

"Someone who teaches you how to practice."

This is something Chang Silu has thought about seriously. No matter what, he has to take Chang An with him. Even if he is rejected, it doesn't matter. At least he has tried his best.

If it works out, with this fate, and considering that person's personality, little Chang'an will have no worries for the rest of his life.

"Practice? Daddy's swordsmanship is sharp and invincible at the same level. Why do I need someone else to teach me?"

In the eyes of the child, his father is tall, mighty and omnipotent. Chang An also thinks so. As for cultivation, he should just lock himself up and teach his children.

"That man is much more powerful than Daddy, and he is not an outsider. You must obey him."

Chang Silu smiled and shook his head. He was not being modest. With his sword, he killed many demons in fear and his reputation was not small. But compared with that person, it was like the light of a firefly, nothing.

Even his skills and achievements were given by that person, who provided him with a way to become stronger.

"Be obedient. When have I ever been disobedient?"

Seeing that Chang Silu was serious, Chang An didn't say anything. He was very smart. Anyone who could be so highly praised by his father must be a highly respected person.

Behind them, a gentle woman watched the father and son go out and saw them off with a smile.

…

"Brother Chang is here, what a sensible little kid."

"Looking for the warden. He's in the cell."

"Please."

In the Black Abyss Prison, Chang father and son walked side by side. From time to time, a jailer or a Dark Blade monk would greet Chang Silu and let him pass.

Although Chang Silu is from the Law Enforcement Hall, he came from the Abyss Prison and is familiar with the warden, so he is not an outsider.

"Bang"

Chang Silu stood in front of the quiet room, knocked on the door gently, got a response, and walked in with little Chang'an.

"Brother Chen..."

At a glance, he saw Mr. Chen. This elder from the past was still young, with extremely peaceful eyes, like a great life in a very high dimension, looking at worldly things without any ripples.

Chang An stood behind his father and also looked at Chen Sheng. His first impression was that he was a very young man, and then he was extraordinary. Sitting there, he seemed to be overlooking the entire border area and watching the lives and deaths of countless monks.

"Ah, I've aged a lot."

Mr. Chen sat there and looked back. He was a gloomy young man with a head full of white hair. He was nothing like the awe-inspiring director of the Iron Law Division in his memory.

What a pity the battle with Fenglongzhui.

He didn't want to repeat himself, so he turned his eyes to Chang An, saw some shadows of Chang'an's thoughts, and said, "My son is already this big."

It seems that Chang Silu did not regret it. Just as he said, he felt relieved. Otherwise, he would not have quietly married, had children, and raised his son to be well-behaved and sensible.

Thinking of this, he let go of a lot of things. Everyone has his own fate and it cannot be forced.

"Xiao Chang'an, call someone."

Chang Silu touched Chang An's head and was actually a little nervous. Generally speaking, there would be no problem, but it would be a pity if there was a mistake at this time.

"Uncle, are you awesome?"

A tender child's voice came out of Chang An's mouth. He was not nervous at all. He stared at Chen Sheng with his bright eyes, as if he wanted to see something mysterious.

"Hahaha, awesome. I can't say how many people here can count with one hand, but I can definitely rank among them in terms of the number of people with two hands."

Chen Sheng laughed. He was always kind to children. He stretched out his hands and counted on his fingers.

This was his inference. Jindan Zhenren were extremely rare in the border areas. He had a great chance of winning among his peers and should have a seat in the top ten.

"Could it be that Brother Chen really took that step?"

Hearing this, Chang Silu was shocked. Before, when he was in Yanlou, Pengshan Lake, an old cultivator said that Chen Sheng had already taken that step, but not many people believed it, and it soon disappeared with the wind.

However, he was keeping it in mind. Now that Mr. Chen had said it himself, the feasibility had greatly increased, so it should be almost certain.

"Uncle smells so good, give me a hug."

Chang An was not very shy and quickly got familiar with the place. He ran around and came to Chen Sheng, sensing a sense of pure nature.

"Oh, it's delicious, heavy."

Chen Sheng knew in his heart that the golden elixir was flawless and that once he had cultivated it, he would have a chance of immortality. With every breath he took, he felt pure and clean, without any vulgarity.

What Chang An said makes sense.

He smiled, held the little guy in his arms, weighed him twice, and smiled.

"I'm not fat."

Chang An muttered something and twisted his body. He looked unimpressed and unafraid of the warden's power, which made him likable.

"This was sent to me for training."

Chen Sheng held Chang An in his arms and looked at Chang Silv. He guessed the latter's intention without any hesitation.

"If Brother Chen has this idea, I am very willing to do so."

Chang Silu didn't dare to force it, but he did have this idea. Regardless of whether Chen Sheng had entered the Golden Elixir realm, he was far superior to him in terms of cultivation insights. He had no psychological burden in entrusting his son's cultivation to him.

"Then practice here. You can go back if you have nothing else to do. It's not a big deal."

Mr. Chen pondered for a moment, and finally nodded, but he did not forbid Chang An to go home. After all, he was at the inner gate, some distance away, and could arrive there in an instant.

In this way, Chang Silu was very happy and was happy to keep Chang An.

Chang An was quite well-behaved. He didn't make any noise and followed Chen Sheng quietly.

Chen Sheng's teaching method remained unchanged. He followed Chang Silu's path and taught Chang An the Taibai Xijing and Xuanhuang Ningqi Technique. However, in order not to repeat the same mistakes, he deliberately tempered Chang An's character and asked him to learn pharmacology and cultivate his body and mind.

(End of this chapter)