The Emperor Comes to the Heavens

Chapter 122 Returning to the Ancient Tomb
Half a month passed by in a flash.

During these two weeks, apart from meditating and practicing every day, Qingxuan gave advice to Guo Fu in his free time.

With his foundation-building sixth-level realm and his understanding of martial arts, it is more than enough to give her advice.

Half a month has passed, after bidding farewell to Guo Jing and Huang Rong, Qingxuan went straight to the blacksmith shop, followed by a white-haired, burly and slender old man.

At this time, Ouyang Feng was not as embarrassed as he was half a month ago, he was dressed in white clothes, with white hair and shoulders, and he looked a bit fairy-like.

Stepping into the blacksmith shop, the man stopped what he was doing, went inside, took out a cloth package and opened it.

Immediately, three extremely luxurious long swords came into view.

The hilt is neither gold nor jade, as if flames are rising from it, like a dream, and the scabbard is as black as ink, with patterns engraved in the middle, judging by the color, it should be made of the holy fire order.

The appearance of the whole sword was made according to his own saber, which was slightly more feminine. While it was extremely luxurious, the exquisite lines on the scabbard also gave people a mysterious feeling.

"Yin-"

He picked up a long sword casually and drew it lightly. What caught his eyes was the black as ink, but not losing its luster, the blades at both ends, and the tip of the sword exuded a piercing cold light.

"Good sword."

Holding the long sword, Qingxuan had a faint smile on his face. The quality of these three swords is definitely not inferior to the Yitian Sword.

The man grinned and said, "These three swords have exhausted my whole life's efforts. I have forged three scabbards for the extra materials. They look similar in appearance, but the patterns on them are slightly different..."

"I am very satisfied with these three swords."

Putting the sword into a cloth package, Qingxuan casually threw him a coin.

"Excellent value for money, I owe you a favor, if you need help in the future, you can come to the ancient tomb sect to find me."

After finishing speaking, Qingxuan turned around and left with Ouyang Feng.

After the two left, the middle-aged man looked at the coin in his hand and exclaimed, "What a delicate pattern!"

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After half a month, things have been done, and it's time to go back.

"When will you take me to find my son?"

Behind him, Ouyang Feng's voice was old and powerful, with a hint of majesty.

Qingxuan blew his whistle, and following a loud and clear chirping of the eagle, he saw the divine eagle coming, flapping its wings and landing beside him.

"Come up."

Leaping onto the back of the sculpture, Qingxuan glanced at Ouyang Feng. Fortunately, the sculpture was big enough and strong enough to carry two people with ease.

"Brother Diao, go back."

"Goo."

With a soft cry, the divine eagle flapped its wings, and its body rose high, facing the wind, and swept towards the ancient tomb.

About three hours later, Zhongnan Mountain came into view.

The ancient mountain stands majestic and majestic, on which the palace stretches, a bluestone path winds up, and birds sing in the wild.

Standing on the back of the divine eagle, looking at Zhongnan Mountain in the distance, Ouyang Feng gasped, covered his head, and said, "This place is so familiar, I seem to have been here before..."

Qingxuan raised his eyebrows, but he didn't care about it. It would be best if he could restore his memory by himself, and save him treatment.

Once upon a time, Ouyang Feng ran to Mount Zhongnan specifically for the sake of the scriptures of the Nine Yins, but in the end he was injured by Wang Chongyang's fraudulent corpse, and he ran away seriously injured.

Now, when I revisit the old place, I naturally feel familiar.

However, after seeing Guo Jing and Huang Rong, Ouyang Feng did not recover his memory. It would be strange if he could recover his memory when he came to Zhongnan Mountain.

Looking at Zhongnan Mountain, which was close at hand, Qingxuan patted the back of the divine eagle, and said: "Brother Diao, put us down, you go back to the ancient tomb first."

"Goo."

In response, the divine sculpture circled and descended in the air, and soon landed on the top of the attic of Quanzhen Sect in Zhongnan Mountain.

"who?"

When such a large figure fell, the disciples of the Quanzhen sect would naturally be able to see it, and they immediately became vigilant.

However, after seeing the Divine Condor and Qingxuan, all the disciples of Quanzhen Sect turned pale, and the scene of Qingxuan beheading Jinlun Fawang that day was vividly remembered.

"Is your yelling like a Qingxiu?"

At this time, a figure came out from Chongyang Palace, and it was Qiu Chuji who came.

However, when Qiu Chuji saw Qingxuan on the eaves, his pupils shrank suddenly, he hurriedly cupped his fists, saluted slightly, and said, "Qiu Chuji, I have seen you."

"Yang Guo, is he your disciple?"

After looking at Qiu Chuji, Qing Xuan didn't want to say anything.

Qiu Chuji nodded slightly, and said, "Yang Guo is indeed a disciple of the poor Taoist sect."

"Son, son, come out quickly..."

Knowing that Yang Guo was here, Ouyang Feng couldn't sit still, he stood on the eaves and shouted, his voice was transmitted far away with his powerful internal force.

Hearing his noise, Qiu Chuji almost vomited blood angrily, how dare this old man be presumptuous, this is the Quanzhen sect, as for the surrounding disciples, they looked at each other and pretended not to see it.

However, seeing Qing Xuan standing silently on the eaves, Qiu Chuji hastily suppressed his anger, not daring to speak out.

Following Ouyang Feng's shouts, a figure was seen galloping out of the hall, shouting excitedly.

"Father, I am here."

Qingxuan followed the prestige and saw a young man with a handsome face galloping towards him, with an excited smile on his face.

The visitor was none other than Yang Guo in his youth.

Ouyang Feng stomped his footsteps, and his figure shot out like a cannonball. The mighty strength shocked even the lowly Quanzhen Sect disciples to turn pale.

Qiu Chuji's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was shocked. He didn't expect this old man to have such terrifying strength.

When Ouyang Feng saw Yang Guo, he looked him up and down, and immediately burst out laughing, his voice clanging, he was very happy.

What followed was a scene where father and son exchanged tears.

"It's time to go, come with me."

After urging Ouyang Feng, Qingxuan turned and left in the direction of the Ancient Tomb Sect.

"Come on, dad will take you out of here."

Pulling Yang Guo, before he could answer, Ouyang Feng jumped up and left behind Qingxuan, leaving behind a group of stunned Quanzhen disciples and Qiu Chuji whose face was flushed.

Returning to the back mountain of the Ancient Tomb School, the divine sculpture is prostrated under the tree to practice, while a cold figure sits on a branch, pure and pure, with a look of longing on his peerless face.

Seeing several figures approaching, Xiao Longnv raised her gaze slightly, joy welled up on her pretty face, borrowed strength from the branches, and her delicate body greeted them as lightly as a swallow.

Embracing her slender waist, the two of them landed in the flowerbed, sniffing the faint fragrance of her body, a touch of tenderness flashed in Qingxuan's eyes.

Leaning in his arms, Xiao Longnv said softly: "Is the matter settled?"

"It's done."

A few minutes later, she got out of her embrace, Xiao Longnv glanced at Ouyang Feng and Yang Guo, she didn't care, turned around and walked towards the bamboo building.

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