Prehistoric: Twin lotuses with parallel stems

After entering the realm of Taiyi Golden Immortal, Qingxuan planned to go out and walk around the wilderness with Qinglian, looking for something.

The current prehistoric era is still considered peaceful and prosperous, but Qingxuan always feels that such peace is as fragile as glass.

Naturally, the two disciples would not take them with them, even if Long Ji looked like she really wanted to accompany them.

Tianhu was much more sensible. He explained to the two of them, preached to the creatures in Qingqiu for hundreds of years, arranged everything and left Qingqiu quietly.

This departure should take a long time. Even Qingxuan and the others are not sure when they will come back.

Because this time there is a clear goal, the Twelve-Rank Karma Fire Red Lotus.

Qingxuan knew that this thing should be in the Netherworld Blood Sea, but he did not know where the entrance to the Netherworld Blood Sea was, let alone the actual situation of the Blood Sea.

How much time it will take is impossible to estimate.

There is no need to worry too much here in Qingqiu. With the large formation set up by him and Qinglian, with the top-grade innate spiritual root five-needle pine and the top-grade innate spiritual root acacia wood as the base of the formation, the realm of Taiyi Golden Immortal can't do anything about it.

As for Daluo, I guess there is no way to resist it, but the ancient Daluo realm is not so large that it is everywhere.

Tianhu has refined the acacia wood and can control the formation to a certain extent. There should be no problem for the two of them to protect themselves.

In fact, the biggest threat is the dragon clan, and with Long Ji's relationship and Qi Niu's oath of the road, it won't be a big problem.

After exhorting the two disciples and arranging the follow-up practice, Qingxuan and the others left Qingqiu and headed north.

Qingqiu is located east of Buzhou Mountain and close to the southeast.

The place they wanted to go was in the west. After thinking about it, Qingxuan felt that the entrance to the Blood Sea Netherworld was most likely to be at the end of the west.

But they planned to take a detour to the northern area of ​​Buzhou Mountain and then head to the western boundary.

The south of Buzhou Mountain is now the territory of the Phoenix Clan, and the west of Buzhou Mountain is under the control of the Qilin Clan.

To the east of Buzhou Mountain, there is currently no absolute master. Although both the Phoenix Clan and the Dragon Clan have the intention to get involved, the Qilin Clan has no tentacles to reach out because they are separated by Buzhou Mountain.

On the contrary, the area north of Buzhou Mountain was least valued by the three tribes.

Without him, this place was once the lair of the ferocious beast clan, and it was the most severely damaged. Nine out of ten of the cave heavens were destroyed, and the innate spiritual energy deteriorated, making it the most barren place at the moment.

Qingxuan didn't want to conflict with the three tribes. Although it was farther away, it was the safest way to go.

The vastness of the ancient world is difficult to predict even for Qingxuan and others in the Taiyi realm.

Even if it was possible to travel across space for a short period of time, just to travel from the south to the north in the east would take thousands of years.

What's more, the two of them were enlightening the world and practicing cultivation while walking, stopping and walking, so it would take much longer.

However, Qingxuan never found walking like this boring, but actually enjoyed it.

There is great beauty in the world without saying it.

For the creatures born in the ancient times, it may not feel like anything.

But in Qingxuan's eyes, the ancient mountains and rivers are all full of mystery, and everything is better than the 5A-level scenic spots in his previous life.

There are beautiful mountains and rivers, and I have company by my side. Even though he is a guy who doesn't understand the style, that's pretty good.

At this moment, Qingxuan turned his green clothes into a purple robe, and used the magical power of transfiguration to cover up his true appearance and aura. Even if he could peek into his origin, he could not easily know his true origins.

Needless to say, those who can avoid his cover and peek at its roots, except those with special abilities, are the ones they can't afford to offend.

On the top of the mountain, beside the cloud cliff, the rising sun breaks through the boundless sea of ​​clouds, spreading a vast glow, and a wisp of purple air falls to the sky and earth with the meaning of new life.

Qingxuan combed Qinglian's long hair with great interest. He was dressed in purple and looked calm and peaceful. Every move he made was accompanied by a Taoist charm, and there was actually a faint flow of enlightenment energy.

The mind is clear, the mind is in harmony with heaven and earth, the Tao heart is like water, and heaven and man communicate with each other.

Qinglian continued to play with the jade flute in her hand, sitting on the edge of the cliff, stepping on the clouds and mist, while the jade flute sobbed.

Sensing something strange behind him, he glanced back slightly and then looked away, feeling a little surprised in his heart.

Along the way, Qingxuan would fall into the state of enlightenment from time to time, but even though their minds were connected, she didn't quite understand what touched her heart.

She could feel that Qingxuan's heart was peaceful and tranquil at this moment, giving people a sense of transparency, no delusion, no attachment, natural Taoism, ethereal and untainted by dust.

But this kind of emptiness is different from the absolute purity when she falls into the realm of enlightenment. It seems blank, but it gives people a feeling of fulfillment. She doesn't quite understand it.

And Qinglian had a vague intuition that something she lacked seemed to be contained in it. It was not a lack of Dao, but some kind of transformation of the origin.

I don't understand, and Qinglian doesn't force it. Qingxuan often says "let nature take its course", but there is some truth in it.

Qingxuan naturally combed Qinglian's long hair with his hands. The reality in his eyes was disillusioned, and as his mind changed, there were many mixed memories.

Those were memories from his previous life. Along the way, he gradually understood some things, which often touched the memories of his previous life.

Taiyi cultivates himself, controls everything about himself, carries himself on his own path, and controls everything about himself.

Unlike other prehistoric creatures, everything about him started on the lower reaches of the long river of time.

He has never given up his previous life. After giving up everything, is he still himself?

A perfect self should carry everything about itself. If something is missing, it is incomplete.

The time spent in the prehistoric era is undoubtedly countless times that of the previous life, but the memories of the prehistoric era are very monotonous, and there is really not much to talk about in terms of experience.

On the contrary, the short life of only twenty-five or six years in the previous life had more experiences, ups and downs, and was not at all as peaceful and peaceful as this life.

A trace of enlightenment is integrated into the heart, and the causal lines extending from oneself are constantly being converged, blending into one's own avenue, and the aura on the body becomes more complete and natural.

For a moment, clarity returned to his eyes, and his path improved slightly.

He shook his head and continued to pull up the long hair in his hands into a bun. It was originally something that could be easily done with just one spell, but Qingxuan liked to do many things with his own hands.

To him, the process may be more important than the result.

The important thing is that this will give him a real sense of being alive and his true existence.

Perhaps it was because of Dao Dao, but he always had a vague feeling that everything was empty and nothing. This feeling was very bad.

Qingxuan also knows that this is the impact of his own great road that is not yet full, because his great road is wandering on the edge of existence and non-being.

If he is not careful, his very existence may fall into nothingness. His path is too extreme.

However, as long as one's own Dao is completely perfected, this stage of being affected by the Dao will pass.

Putting away the wooden comb, Qingxuan sat down next to Qinglian and looked sideways at the people around him.

At this moment, Qinglian was seriously competing with the jade flute in her hand, frowning slightly.

There is no doubt that Qinglian's understanding is unusually high and she learns everything quickly.

Her playing skills are impeccable, without any omissions, and her music is long-lasting and very beautiful.

but......

"Only pure skills, without any emotion." Qingxuan commented with a smile.

Therefore, it has no appeal and cannot form an artistic conception.

The art of vocal music is difficult for Qinglian to understand. This is something Qingxuan did not expect, but after thinking about it carefully, it is not surprising.

Innate beings, especially innate saints, have strong Taoism and indifferent emotions, which is reasonable.

Qinglian was silent and looked unhappy.

Qingxuan took the jade flute from his hand and placed it across his mouth. The flute played melodiously. The same melody gave people a completely different feeling.

The vision manifests itself, and an emotion permeates it, arousing the emotions of living beings, resonating with them, and creating an artistic conception of its own.

Vocal music should be born to convey information and express appeals. Otherwise, it is just pure sound, but not vocal music.

But for Qingxuan, this way is just entertainment to pass the time, that is, Qinglian insists on competing here.

I guess it's too easy to learn about various avenues on weekdays, but when you suddenly encounter something you can't learn, you get frustrated.

Naturally, he felt faintly that Qinglian seemed to be looking for something missing in her path, and wanted to further transform her path.

Suddenly, Qingxuan stopped his movements, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down, his eyes passed through the surging sea of ​​clouds at his feet and landed somewhere.

"An innate divine being whose cultivation has just entered the Taiyi realm." Qinglian, who also noticed its existence, said softly.

As he spoke, he took the jade flute from Qingxuan's hand and put it away, looking at Qingxuan with the intention of asking.

Qingxuan nodded: "Then go over and say hello. There are too few innate saints born now, and the prehistoric age is so big that it is quite rare to encounter one."

The key is that the opponent's cultivation level is much lower than the two of them, and they are not a threat at all.