Heavenly practice

When Shen Zhuo opened his eyes, he found that he had merged with the rocks. His body was soil, and his body was rocks. Wherever his consciousness passed were the roots of plants and trees deeply planted in the soil, various rocks, and the dead bones of living things. .

And right on his head, there is such a tall and luxuriant giant tree. Because of his aura, it grows into the tallest vegetation in a hundred miles, and because of this cause and effect, it grows for him. Covered from wind, rain, snow and frost, the whole body is full of aura.

The moment he opened his eyes, there was a hazy divine consciousness protruding towards him, with respect and timidity, gently calling his attention, like a newborn child.

A strange feeling arose in Shen Zhuo's heart, as if a life had been conceived, and the other party's consciousness was full of admiration and intimacy.

He released his consciousness to caress the cautious consciousness of the other party, and gently comforted him. The consciousness trembled slightly, and then released great joy and joy, happily surrounding his consciousness.

[Wake up wake up! ]

[How long have I been asleep? ]

[The flowers have bloomed many times, the snow has fallen many times, and I have grown many leaves. ]

[Yeah. ]

Listening to its childlike and immature voice, Shen Zhuo knew that he couldn't ask anything, and knew that it should not have had consciousness for a long time.

With a slight movement in his mind, he shattered the imprisoned rocks and soil, slowly lifted his stiff hand to hold the messy and complicated roots hanging from his head, and silver rays spread along the roots, and gradually drilled out. The ground wrapped the entire huge tree in silver light.

The next moment, cracks appeared in the land, huge and thick brown rhizomes drilled out nimbly, and the whole land was emptied. A six-year-old boy with a handsome appearance, dressed in light green clothes, with black hair hanging down to his waist, his warm eyes are full of surprise and curiosity.

There was a sound of mud turning behind him, a slender white hand stretched out, Shen Zhuo slowly climbed up, and the mud all over his body rustled down.

The young man immediately turned around to meet him, smiled and bowed, "I have seen my lord!"

"Don't be too polite, there is a river nearby, I want to take a bath."

Shen Zhuo dusted off the dirt on his body, and the white robe made of purple and silver silk was still brand new, but his long hair was not spared, it was covered with wet mud and stuck together, mixed with some vegetation Roots, really not very elegant.

"Yes, there is a stream three miles away."

"Ah."

Shen Zhuo took a step forward, the world changed, the hillside was gone, replaced by a clear stream, behind him was a lush forest, very quiet.

"Lord..."

As the young man spoke, he went forward to touch his belt, Shen Zhuo hurriedly took a step back, he had never been unbuttoned by anyone except Chang Ming in his life.

"No, I'll do it myself."

Shen Zhuo suddenly remembered something, and asked him while taking off his clothes, "Do you have a name?"

The young man shook his head, "No, please give me a name from the Lord."

"Call me son."

It was a little embarrassing for him to call the master to go to the second class. Shen Zhuo took off his clothes and walked slowly to the middle of the stream. The cool water reached his waist, "Then you will be called Mu Qingxi from now on."

The young man smiled, bent over and bowed, "Thank you, Young Master!"

Shen Zhuo smiled, picked up the stream water absently to wash his long hair, his eyes fell on the bushes with a few wild flowers growing on the bank, thinking in a daze, it's another spring day.

Although he knew that he had stepped out of the time vortex the moment he opened his eyes, because the power that had bound and imprisoned him since he stepped into the chaos had disappeared, but he didn't know exactly how many years had passed. It was never intended to make Chang Ming feel that he left again, but now it seems that the plan really can't keep up with the changes, and he doesn't even have time to explain to the two children.

The sound of the water was pattering, and the transparent water droplets fell on the white and slender body, making people unable to move their eyes away.

Shen Zhuo stopped his movements suddenly, turned his head to look at Lin Zi behind him, and met a pair of panicked eyes.

A long sword in Mu Qingxi's hand flew into the depths of the forest, and he shouted in a crisp voice, "Presumptuous!"

"when--"

The sound of sharp knives colliding resounded in the forest, and it fell silent in an instant, and a man walked out with an ugly expression.

Shen Zhuo's expression moved slightly, and he felt that this person seemed a little familiar, but he just woke up from a long time travel, and couldn't find the face of this person in front of him from the huge memory for a while.

The person who came had a good appearance, a young man in his twenties, dressed in fine clothes but stained with a little dust, his eyes were fixed on Shen Zhuo.

Shen Zhuo felt more and more that the other party should know him, so he dried the drops of water from his hair, raised his hand to call for the clothes to put on, and walked slowly to the shore, "You know me?"

The young man's face became even uglier, as if he was a bit unbearable, "You—"

Shen Zhuo raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"

The young man was silent for a moment, and then said, "Cen Ziqing, a disciple of Daxia Wuxin Palace."

Cen Ziqing...

Shen Zhuo suddenly remembered that when he was Liuli, one of the group of people he met when he went to Tianming Pavilion with Changming Xuanyu, immediately smiled, "It's you."

Cen Ziqing looked at him warily, "It's really you."

Shen Zhuo saw that his hand was pressed to the hilt of the sword, and raised his brows, "Why, did I offend you at the beginning? How did I remember that you were the ones who wanted to catch him first?"

"You are from Lingdu." Cen Ziqing looked at him with deep eyes.

"So what?" Shen Zhuo was puzzled.

"The battle between Lingdu and Daxia is imminent. I'm afraid you have ulterior motives in sneaking here?"

"..."

Shen Zhuo was puzzled, he remembered that the war between Lingdu and Daxia had ceased long ago, why did they start fighting again?

"Let me ask, do you know when the Huangtian Secret Realm was last opened?"

"Eight years ago."

When Shen Zhuo heard that the time was right, to others he had only been away for a few months in total, why did this turn upside down again?

"When did the battle between Lingdu and Daxia start? Who did it first? Why did they do it? Xu Jingtian just looked at it and didn't care?"

"..."

Cen Ziqing had a strange expression on his face. He always felt that every question he asked had a feeling of questioning the process of his own children's fight, and his posture was so casual that he thought it was really just two children fighting.

"Lingdu has been eyeing the tiger for a long time, and now the witch Xuannv is blatantly threatening the Daxia royal family. As for Xujingtian... Lingdu is dealing with Xujingtian this time, but His Royal Highness insists on protecting Long Xiang, so he just It has become like this.”

The more Cen Ziqing talked, the more serious his expression became. Seeing this, Shen Zhuo sympathized with him, patted him on the shoulder, and asked, "Is it really fighting?"

"The Witch Xuanyu almost razed the Qiang land in the first battle. Thanks to the crown prince sacrificed the human emperor's bell to protect her, and my Wuxin Hall even destroyed the mountain gate."

He gritted his teeth, but Shen Zhuo was not very panicked. If Chang Ming really wanted to, Huang Zhong alone would not be able to stop him. Now it seems that Xuan Yu was just bluffing.

why?To force him out again?Not too possible.

There is only one explanation, Chang Ming wants to kill Long Xiang by the hands of the human race.

He is well aware of what Chang Ming has done behind his back, such as bone removal and soul division, the pain of the two is far more tolerable, and the rewards are naturally incomparable.

To put it an exaggeration, the current Chang Ming is only one step away from becoming an immortal. If Yunqin could even make gestures with him before, now he has no chance at all.

The Son of Heaven is too weak. After all, Long Xiang is only more than 100 years old, far from the cultivation base that has been accumulated for thousands of years in the original book. Before that, he could be stopped by Fang Amnesty. Now Chang Ming directly removed the bones of the Yuan clan , the sect of cultivating immortals can only lose.

But as long as he was there, Chang Ming would not kill Long Xiang.