Qiuxia Mountain, outside Fangshi.

The breeze is bleak and creates waves.

Lin Xiao obediently followed Lin Yu, and as a flying boat rose, it would fly towards the Hundred Thousand Mountains in the north.

However, when she saw the young man in white suddenly appearing, he just said hello to his ancestor, which caused his ancestor to look shocked and back away, and a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Our ancestors were usually able to deal with everything calmly and calmly, so how could they show their shocking appearance today?

Who is this person in front of me?

Could it be that he is an old friend and senior of the ancestor’s former sect?

The girl in the scarlet skirt secretly guessed.

At the same time, he couldn't help but raise his eyes, and quietly took a look at the fairy in the palace skirt who came with the young man. Now he was in the air, with his arms draped in silver gauze like the moon, with an envious look in his eyes.

A good-looking older sister with an extraordinary temperament. You can tell at a glance that she is definitely not a vulgar girl.

To be able to fly into the sky and escape from the earth by relying on the Qi Refining Technique, one must at least be a great monk in the Taoist Realm, but to be able to see the true appearance of the ancestor is still calm and calm.

"She is a fairy from the Golden Core Realm"

Clutching the hem of her skirt, Lin Xiao was a little curious.

She only lived for more than ten years in this life. If she had not been detected to have superior qualifications, there would be no possibility of being trained by Lin Yu himself.

Therefore, most of the female cultivators she has seen are only in the Qi Refining realm, with very few Taoist masters, and most of them are nearing their longevity. How could she have seen a fairy like Ao Jing, who is as dazzling as a bright pearl on the bright moon?

At this moment, she seemed to understand the meaning of Zixiao Holy Land.

According to the words of our ancestors, only the blessed land of the Immortal Family can cultivate such a peerless and graceful female cultivator.

For a moment, a feeling of shame arose in the heart of the girl in the scarlet skirt.

And Ao Jing didn't know what this girl was thinking.

However, she could detect the fluctuations in Ji Qiu's mind.

Therefore, it does not prevent her from showing kindness to this seemingly ordinary old man and young man.

So, she nodded slightly towards Lin Xiao, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, which was as brilliant as fireworks, making Lin Xiao feel flattered. If Lin Yu hadn't been there, he would have hesitated and didn't know what to do.

But right now, it's not just the little girl who's worried.

As his ancestor, the Linjiang Lin family, he is also the helmsman of the Lin family lineage in Qiuxia Mountain, Lin Yu.

When I heard that Taoist friend being called as gentle as jade, my face was not indifferent.

His skinny palms suddenly clenched tightly, and the figure who left the inheritance and then left calmly appeared in his mind.

Then my heart couldn't help but feel like a tidal wave was about to rise, setting off big waves. The expression in my eyes was full of disbelief:

"Weren't you then?"

Lin Yu was shocked.

At that time, I devoted myself to practicing the fragmentary technique left by Ji Qiu. Before I could complete it, I heard the news that Ji Qiu broke into the royal city alone and destroyed eight thousand four people in the enemy country with one sword.

At that time, it also made him feel very excited, and he felt that if he could succeed in practicing Qi, he could also imitate him and regard the power of ordinary kings as nothing.

But before I could get excited for a long time, I heard the news that Ji Qiu died suddenly under a heavy snowfall at the foot of Xuankong Mountain.

After he heard about it, he didn't even have the chance to see him for the last time to thank him for his gift of preaching.

Later.

Lin Yu succeeded in refining Qi and finally walked out of Linjiang. Ten years have passed.

It was a time of troubled times, and people everywhere were in dire straits. At that time, he had also ignited a passion. Before he left the Shiwan Mountains to seek immortals and visit the Tao, he used his extraordinary strength to become one of the driving forces behind the scenes and supported a group of beggars.

The princes and kings who walked out destroyed Daqian.

It has ensured that the mortal world will be spared from the suffering of war, and at the same time, it can be regarded as avenging some grudges on behalf of Ji Qiu.

I thought that the regrets of the past had long since turned into smoke and completely turned over.

But don't want to.

Before I die, I can see you again!

As the great master of Jindan, Lin Yu's first reaction was that he didn't believe it.

He was wondering if some of the magic techniques that were proficient in illusions and seducing people's hearts were performed by some monks in the same realm without him realizing it, thus making him fall into the trap.

After all, after so many years of hard work, Lin Yu has not never experienced dangerous incidents similar to intrigues.

So he brought up his magic power and wanted to test whether it was a kind of cognitive impairment.

However, no matter how aware he was at the moment, he tried his best and tried his best.

The person in front of me is still lifelike, so real!

Not only that.

When a ray of mysterious power of heaven and earth seemed to be held by the white-robed figure in one palm.

The old man in green shirt, who was already very old and had run out of oil, was even more shocked and speechless:

"Dharma and Faxiang Zhenjun?!"

Hearing this exclamation with mixed emotions.

Ji Qiu looked at the old Lin Yu in front of him, his feet firmly on the deck of the flying boat, and then patted the old man in front of him on the shoulder:

"it's me."

"There were some accidents back then, but to be honest, I didn't completely fall."

"So now, after completing my practice, I'm back."

"It's been a long time since we last seen our old friend from eight hundred years ago."

The Taoist smiled slightly.

This was said to Lin Yu.

The words are powerful and speak directly to people's hearts.

"That's it"

Lin Yu looked at Ji Qiu and was stunned for a moment.

When he finally came to his senses, he raised his head and sighed:

"It seems that my previous induction was not wrong."

"I just passed you by Master in Qiuxia Shanfang City, and I felt a faint flutter in my heart. But after all, I am not strong enough to notice it. Now it seems that my consciousness is not wrong. That person is indeed you."

As he was speaking, the old man in green shirt looked at Ji Qiu in front of him, with envy and understanding hidden in his eyes:

"As expected of the True Lord, just a trace of leaked breath can make me, an old man in the late stage of Jindan, aware of the danger of life and death. I feel like an ant and can crush me to death with one finger."

"Master Zhenru, even after so many years, his style remains the same as before!"

"In a soulless place like Daqian, there are peerless figures who can almost reach the Daoji realm. Even the now famous Zixiao Zhao Huanzhen, when we meet our old friends again, you may not be any weaker than him."

ah."

Mentioning the rumors he heard in Daqian in the past, Lin Yu sighed like this.

Zhenru at that time, especially after he went to Yueshan and attacked Qiangong with his sword, he almost became a legend. Records about his deeds are very popular and are passed down from word to mouth.

Together with him, he suppressed both good and evil. Zhao Huanzhen, the successor of Tianshi Tao who worshiped the Yueshan sect, and the unparalleled red-dressed princess of the Daqian Kingdom. The various characters were intertwined, connecting the rivers, lakes and courts, and jointly portrayed the story.

It became a short but poignant story.

Lin Yu searched extremely carefully for Zhenru's experience back then, and after walking out of Shiwan Mountain, he and Zhao Huanzhen visited Zixiao Mountain once in a century and worshiped the mountain gate together. He knew this very well.

Hearing him mention an old friend from the past, Ji Qiu's heart moved slightly.

"Is it true, Zhao?"

Chewing the name in my mouth.

After a moment, Ji Qiu suddenly spoke:

"Lin Yu, I want to ask you something."

He put his arm on the old man's shoulder, his expression more serious than ever.

In this regard, the old man did not dare to neglect.

Whether it is the benefactor eight hundred years ago or the true king eight hundred years later, he has no reason to refuse these two identities.

"Master, my ability to step into the path of immortality is all because of the inheritance you left behind to care for me. Otherwise, it would be difficult for me to achieve what I have today."

"Even though I am very old now, if you have something to say, just say it!"

"I will try my best."

Lin Yu's face turned solemn.

The young girl behind him, as well as the fairy in palace clothes walking down from the void, couldn't help but move their ears, as if listening.

Ji Qiu didn't pay much attention to this, he just watched the flying boat break through the sky, pass through the thick clouds, and drive straight to the old land beyond the continuous mountains, with complicated eyes:

"Don't be so nervous, it's nothing."

"Relax, after all you helped me back then, you just didn't know it."

Saying words that may not be clear to others, Ji Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, and the outline of the red dress gradually took shape in his mind:

"Since you mentioned Zhao Huanzhen."

"Then, you should also know about what happened between me and Su Qixiu back then."

He spoke softly, his eyebrows lowered, unable to express his emotions clearly:
To be continued...