He put down Tianji Sinan and looked at the night sky in the distance with an intoxicated expression. His hands were scratching in the air in front of him, not knowing what he was grabbing.

"What are you doing?" The Nine Sacrifice God Envoy came over and saw that this child was going crazy again.

Dao Qiongcang closed his eyes with an infatuated expression and a sigh in his tone:

"Destiny plays tricks on impermanence."

"When I choose to let him go, I am also letting myself go. I choose the unknown and uncertainty, so I can't even start the tenth hexagram."

"And this kind of unknown and uncertainty..."

Dao Qiongcang opened his eyes, looked at the Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoy, and chuckled: "That's why he's called Dao Qiongcang."

The Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoy couldn't understand what this child was thinking about.

But now that she was old and difficult to fight, she had no choice but to change the topic:

"Qingyuan Mountain, your semi-saint incarnation, how is the matter handled?"

Dao Qiongcang regained all his expressions and said seriously:

"Maybe, something unexpected is going to happen..."

The Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoy's eyelids twitched when he heard this. After taking a deep breath, he turned around and left the Shenghuan Hall.

There is no need to make this trip!

…

At the foot of Qingyuan Mountain.

The night is quiet and the evil spirits are gone.

A Meisi man held a folding fan and led a small donkey. When he was about to go up the mountain, he saw a frizzy young man.

"Young man, come here."

With one word, he stopped the young man who was thicker than a tree stump.

Cao Erzhu was on his way in a hurry. When he turned around, he saw an old immortal not far away who was tying a rope to his little donkey to a tree. After thinking about it, he untied it again.

For some reason, his impatience was suppressed by the man's gentle movements and words.

Cao Erzhu hurriedly stepped forward, patted the dust on his robe, and fell to the ground:

"Cao Erzhu, I have met the old immortal!"

At this moment, Cao Erzhu didn't even think of silence, covering up, etc., and the various reminders of his father's lifetime did not even appear in his mind.

He must be a good man!

This kind of noble and respected temperament, this kind of affinity with nature, this kind of specialness that makes people want to get close at a glance...

Cao Erzhu didn't even need to make any judgments.

When he took a quick look, he saw thousands of illusory sword-wielding disciples behind the old immortal, all facing the right path.

He knew that this was the real old god and he could make the decision for himself!

He, Cao Erzhu, could even suspect Master Li of impure intentions, but he could not doubt such a good person recognized by heaven and earth!

"I beg the old god to make the decision for Erzhu, my old man, he, he..." Cao Erzhu burst into tears and burst into tears.

The Meisi man stroked his beard and thought for a moment, but he couldn't remember that he had taught this man.

He quickly helped the young man up and asked calmly: "Speak slowly, what happened to your father?"

"He, he was killed. His head was cut off and put in a wine barrel. I don't know who the murderer is. Mr. Li said that the murderer might be in the mountain. I want to go up the mountain to find the murderer..."

"Who is your father?"

"His name is Cao Yihan, and my name is Cao Erzhu. He lives in a small town. I went up to the mountain and stopped for a day. As soon as I came back, he was like... wow!" Erzhu hugged the old god's arm and cried loudly.

To be honest, when I first heard the name "Cao Yihan", people from Meisi were shocked.

Soon, he realized that this was a misunderstanding and it was probably just a name collision.

After all, what he felt from this child was mostly the aura of ancient swordsmanship.

"Don't cry, don't cry..."

Mei Si comforted the big guy who was taller than him, but he couldn't get his hands around him, let alone pat the big kid's back.

After Cao Erzhu calmed down a little, he asked: "Who is Mr. Li?"

"Master Li, is this Master Li?" Cao Erzhu wiped his tears in confusion.

The Meisi man thought for a moment and then asked, "How do you know that your father's murderer is on the mountain?"

"That thing!" Cao Erzhu pointed at the Qingyuan Mountain Formation, "Tianji Technique!"

Cao Yihan, Tianjishu...

When so many coincidences come together, Meisi people can no longer believe that it is a coincidence.

"Child, have you ever heard of the Ten-Zun Seat?"

"I've heard of it, my dad is."

At the foot of Qingyuan Mountain, it suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of the little donkey scurrying through the snow and leaves beside the tree.

This Cao Yihan is the same as Cao Yihan?

And, Quirehan, is dead?

The person who killed him was from Tianji Shu... Dao Qiongang?

Meisi people feel that tonight is more dreamlike than a dream.

He randomly picked up a child on the way, with the aura of a friend, and he was still a ten-year-old child.

The news this child brought was enough to detonate the entire spirit refining world.

The cause and effect on this person seems to be no less than that of Xu Xiaoshou.

"Why do you call me Lao Shenxian? Do you know Lao Chan?" Meisi people looked at the child again, fearing that this was Dao Qiongang's plan.

"You are a good person." Cao Erzhu's eyes were extremely bright.

Mei Si people stared at the child.

Cao Erzhu greeted him with wide eyes.

Through the night, through the eyes...

The old sword master saw this child's sincere heart, which was spotless and spotless, like the last piece of pure land in this troubled world.

"What kind of me do you see?" Mei Si asked aloud.

He remembered a legend that a child's heart can see through the nature of human souls.

But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, Mei Siren laughed to himself.

Before being canonized, he firmly believed that his ancient sword was based on passing on the knowledge and educating people first.

I never thought that now I am so lost that I need to trace my true heart from a child.

Isn't this a failure?

Cao Erzhu looked behind the old immortal and was about to speak when Mei Siren waved out his folding fan and stopped him from speaking:

"No need to say it."

Cao Erzhu was startled and looked at the fan unfolded by the old god. There was no word written on it, but an ink painting.

The painting shows a simple school. There are two trees in front of the school, one is a peach tree and the other is a plum tree. The peach and plum trees are withered and bear no good fruit.

In the hall is an old man with white hair sitting on a futon. He seems to be very old. There is no one around him to serve him, and he is alone with only his back.

This painting on the fan seems to show that power is "loneliness", but Cao Erzhu cannot see "loneliness".

Because from his perspective, in the hall painted on the fan, there was only the old god and no one else.

But behind the old god in front of him are thousands of illusory sword-wielding students.

They are pious and reverent. This power can form mountains and oceans, and can make any changes!

The old god in the fan is just trapped in his room, turning his back on himself, so he cannot see the scenery outside the hall.

Cao Erzhu looked at it for a long time, feeling a little lost. He scratched his head for a long time and asked: "Old god, are you also confused?"

Mei Siren's eyes were startled, and he glanced at the older child in surprise.

He lowered his eyes and thought for a long time, then raised his head and looked at Qingyuan Mountain and the night sky, muttering to himself with a hint of confusion:

"Yes, I can't see the road ahead suddenly."

"Because Lao Chen is not really an old immortal. One of the disciples he taught has become a great immortal."

Cao Erzhu tilted his head and thought for a while, then pointed behind the old god.

"They will help you."

Mei Siren was startled. He looked back and saw that there was no one behind him except the little donkey.
To be continued...