Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Qin Xuan did not see anyone at this annual meeting. He just stayed for a few days.

He heard luxury cars raining outside the door, and heard many Chinese families congratulating him, which was even better than before.

But all this seemed to have nothing to do with him. Qin Xuan did not even look at them.

A few days later, Qin Xuan left quietly in a white dress without saying goodbye to anyone.

But at the door of the villa, he saw Qin Shu and others who had returned from playing.

Qin Shu and others all looked at Qin Xuan in a daze. At this moment, their eyes were full of awe and fear.

Qin Xuan did not even look at them and left quietly.

When Qin Xuan's back disappeared, Qin Shu and others felt relieved. Even the old man of the Qin family today might not have put such great pressure on them.

"That Qing Emperor is gone?" Qin Weihua smiled bitterly and mocked himself.

"Yes! Gone!"

At this moment, everyone lost their joy and no longer smiled.

…

On Longchi Mountain, Qin Xuan sat cross-legged on the edge of the spirit pool.

He condensed his hands, and the formation completely blocked everything. Then, Qin Xuan began to practice the Eternal Evergreen Art, swallowing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth like a whale. In the spirit pool, the spiritual liquid disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When a pool of spiritual liquid disappeared, Qin Xuan opened his eyes, took the Divine Wood Xuan Ding, took the Yinglong Nigu bone to refine it, until the spiritual liquid was full again, Qin Xuan put away the Divine Wood Xuan Ding, and continued to practice the Eternal Evergreen Art.

Spring went and autumn came, day and night rotated.

Time seemed to pass by silently like flowing water.

In the first year, Qin Xuan refined the Yinglong Nigu bone into three layers and integrated it into the Eternal Sword. The Eternal Sword seemed to be more brilliant. The starlight on the dark sword was gone, the purple light was not obvious, and a kind of blue-gray color was revealed.

He swallowed ten pools of spiritual liquid, and the spiritual sea in his dantian was almost twice as viscous.

Qin Xuan opened his eyes, slightly dissatisfied, and then continued to burn the rebellious bone and temper the Eternal Sword.

It was another year of spring flowers and autumn falling. Qin Xuan slowly opened his eyes. The spiritual energy in the entire formation was almost exhausted, and even the spiritual mist disappeared.

The spiritual fluid in his body was extremely viscous, and even shrunk from ten feet to nine feet.

A green seedling appeared in Qin Xuan's dantian and took root in the spiritual sea.

"Can it be considered as a glimpse of the door?"

Qin Xuan opened his eyes and sighed. It took two years to glimpse the way to the golden elixir, and he couldn't enter it. When this seedling grows into a tree, it can be considered as a real golden elixir.

However, what satisfied Qin Xuan was that he had refined seven points of the Yinglong Rebellious Bone, and the Eternal Sword had already faintly transformed into the seventh grade.

Even the Qingluan Feathers and Inch Bone, he also refined a lot, and reaped a lot.

If his predictions were correct, in another year, with day and night tempering, the Eternal Sword would soon be able to be cast into the seventh grade.

He quietly looked at the spirit pool that was already cracking, and shook his head slightly.

"Forget it, since I can't enter the golden elixir, why force it!"

He had a glimmer of hope before, that he could enter the golden elixir with the help of the power of the Dragon Pool Spiritual Veins Array.

Now it seems that even if the entire spirit vein is drained, it is probably impossible for the seedling in his dantian to grow into a tree.

So, Qin Xuan no longer seeks a breakthrough, but instead puts all his energy into tempering the Eternal Sword.

If the Eternal Sword becomes the seventh grade, he will naturally improve some of his strength.

In the next year, Qin Xuan condensed green fire all day, burned the big cauldron, tempered treasures, and integrated them into the Eternal Sword, including the nine big locks, which were tempered into fist-sized meteorite essences and refined into the Eternal Sword.

…

Outside Longchi Mountain, time has passed, but only Mo Qinglian is still in Longchi Mountain.

In fact, Longchi Mountain is no longer suitable for cultivation. The spiritual energy has been devoured by Qin Xuan. Even the dragon soul and the two bears feel very uncomfortable.

Mo Qinglian can't practice anymore, but she has never left. She waits here, practicing the spiritual art in the ancient ice art, or studying swordsmanship. She even borrows some treasures from the Mo family and refines a sword. The whole body is like cold jade. Unfortunately, it is not even ninth grade.

But this still does not prevent Mo Qinglian from enjoying it. She practices swordsmanship and comprehends swordsmanship every day, and rests to practice ancient ice art.

Until, at the foot of Longchi Mountain, a figure came.

When this figure entered the big formation, Mo Qinglian had already noticed it.

If it were an ordinary person, she would naturally not pay so much attention.

"Open!"

Mo Qinglian pinched the spiritual art in her hand, and saw a faint path coming from the bottom of the mountain in the foggy big formation.

A figure walked slowly, wearing simple Buddhist clothes and long hair hanging down to the ground.

Xiao Wu!

Mo Qinglian looked at the figure and put away the sword in her hand.

She looked at Xiao Wu and frowned slightly, "Aren't you in seclusion?"

Three years ago, Xiao Wu was in seclusion and went to Longchi in person for this. Mo Qinglian knew it very well.

"Do I have to stay in seclusion forever?" Xiao Wu smiled and looked at Mo Qinglian gently, "You don't seem to welcome me!"

Mo Qinglian shook her head, "It's not that I don't welcome you, I'm just a little surprised!"

A trace of vicissitudes flashed in her eyes that didn't match her age, "It's been almost three years?"

Mo Qinglian turned her head and looked at the top of the mountain, but she couldn't see anything.

The people on the mountain have been in seclusion for almost three years, and they should be coming out soon, right?

"He's not here?" Xiao Wu asked calmly.

"Yes, in seclusion, I haven't seen him in three years!" Mo Qinglian shook her head.

"In seclusion?" Xiao Wu lowered his eyes slightly, and then raised his head again, "That's good!"

"What? Do you have something to do with Qin Xuan?"

"Nothing!"

This answer made Mo Qinglian frown, but she saw that Xiao Wu didn't care at all and had turned around slowly.

"I wanted to take a look at him, but since he was in seclusion, he disappeared!"

"What do you mean? Miss him? "Mo Qinglian raised her eyebrows, a little dissatisfied, "If you want to see her, wait until he comes out of retreat. I will tell Qin Xuan and ask him to go to Pro Temple to find you."

"I'm not a stingy person..."

Xiao Wu paused, which made Mo Qinglian startled.

"Take good care of him. It's a good choice to hand Qin Xuan over to you!"

Xiao Wu's voice came, calm, but Mo Qinglian frowned more tightly. She stared at Xiao Wu's back, and seemed to feel that the delicate body under the Buddhist robe was trembling slightly.

"Xiao Wu, what do you mean?" Mo Qinglian felt a little uneasy in her heart. These words that seemed like a last word made her very uncomfortable. But speaking of it, it was not surprising that Xiao Wu worshipped Buddha and became a monk and said such words.

Is she really going to give up everything and stay away from the world?

Mo Qinglian frowned more tightly, feeling a little puzzled.

"Mo Qinglian, promise me one thing, don't tell Qin Xuan about my coming, and don't tell him any news about me! "Xiao Wu turned his back, and the voice slowly sounded.

Mo Qinglian felt even more confused, "Xiao Wu..."

"Promise me!" Xiao Wu interrupted.

Mo Qinglian frowned and was silent for several minutes, "Okay!"

Xiao Wu stepped out, walked down the mountain, and disappeared on Longchi Mountain.

"What is she going to do?" Mo Qinglian was confused, and finally sighed and simply stopped thinking about it.

Outside Longchi Mountain, a monk waited silently.

Until he saw Xiao Wu, the temple master who had been meditating like a rock all day long in Pro Mountain for several years, day and night, but now his face was wet with tears.

"Temple Master, Buddha said, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless and turning back is the shore."

"Why do you have to do this?"

With tears on her face, Xiao Wu looked at the increasingly prosperous Jinling City indifferently.

"So, that is Buddha!"

"And I am Xiao Wu! "

On this day, two monks, one old and one young, one male and one female, visited a large clan of blood monks.

On this day, the Boyue family, known as one of the large clans of blood monks, was filled with Buddha's light.

On this day, a Chinese Buddha turned into a Shura and destroyed the blood monks, and blood flowed like a river.

Overseas, above a ruined castle, Xiao Wu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Next place, the gods!"