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The landscape map was hung by him in the cultivation retreat room all the year round, and he didn't pay much attention to it on weekdays, so he didn't even know when that person disappeared.

Such strange things only surprised him a little, because he had known that the painting was unusual. At the beginning, this landscape map was placed in one place with the three-legged Qingluan lamp, and he was fascinated once when he first saw it, and later he was able to absorb the free aura.

Liu Qinghuan's gaze slid from the pavilion on the top of the green mountain, along the white stone path between the mountains, to a stream running around the mountain at the foot of the mountain, across a small wooden bridge.

A gust of wind blew, and the leaves by the stream seemed to be swaying gently in the wind, and the stream was gurgling.

Liu Qinghuan raised his head and found that he was standing on the side of the wooden bridge, where was his quiet room in front of him, and the scenery was clearly the green mountain.

He unknowingly entered the landscape map!

Looking behind me, it was probably because of the range of the landscape map, the fog blocked the way, and the scenery in the distance was empty.

Liu Qinghuan chuckled twice, this was extremely interesting.

He lifted his feet and walked onto the wooden bridge.

There was a clear creaking sound under his feet, the green paint on the wooden bridge was mottled, and the cool water vapor was blowing in his face, and everything seemed so real.

Take things as they come. Liu Qinghuan was not worried, thinking about the changes in this landscape map, he climbed the stairs and slowly walked to the top of the mountain.

Along the way, he did not forget to look at the green woods, there were all kinds of trees, the most common was pine, but they were all ordinary trees, and he crouched down to pinch the dirt to check.

The soil is soft and contains a faint aura.

This mountain is not high, Liu Qinghuan quickly climbed to the top of the mountain and arrived at the pavilion.

The pavilion was covered with clean wooden planks, two futons were arranged, and a low table in the middle, on which a chess game was halfway played.

A sharp light flashed in Liu Qinghuan's eyes, and there was still a little tea left in the teacup that was set aside.

"Hehe, since Daoyou is here, why don't you play this game with me?"

Liu Qinghuan turned around suddenly, and saw a white-clothed Taoist walking slowly with a tray on which were celadon teapots and a cup like a teacup in the same pavilion.

In the past, this person was sitting sideways in the pavilion, his appearance was not very clear, and Liu Qinghuan also saw his appearance clearly for the first time, thin, long eyebrows, high cheekbones, nearly middle-aged, a white robe wide and elegant, quite a bit of fairy wind bones.

Liu Qinghuan bowed his hand and asked, "I don't know who your friend is and where is this place?"

It was inconvenient for the white-clothed Taoist to hold the tray in his hand, so he only nodded as a return gift: "I'm just a wisp of remnant soul, you can call me Xun Weng." Here, naturally, it is the Songxi Cave Sky Map. ”

Liu Qinghuan paused as he walked towards the pavilion: "Dongtian?"

The white-clothed Taoist who called himself Xun Weng smiled: "Yes, although it is small, this place was indeed a small cave, but it was later destroyed by most of it, and the aura was exhausted, so it was sealed in a painting." ”

He sat down at the chess table, resting the teapot on the small table next to him, and the green tea poured hot into the cup: "Please!"

Liu Qinghuan picked up the teacup and took a sip, the tea was tender and green, the taste was fresh and mellow, with a faint pine aroma, but the quality was very ordinary.

"This pine needle tea is picked from the green pine in the mountains, although it is ordinary, but it is extremely rare here. Xun Weng said softly: "Many years have passed, I have been sleeping for too long, I can't tell the years, and it is extremely rare that this barren cave can be restored to its current appearance." ”

Liu Qinghuan had a lot of questions to ask in his heart, and after thinking about it, he asked, "The senior also just woke up?"

Xun Weng looked up at him, his eyes were full of smiles: "Yes, I want to thank you for it, if you hadn't woken me up after you appeared, I would still be unconscious." Speaking of which, although you are a stranger to me, I am quite familiar with you, because I have been watching you for decades. ”

Liu Qinghuan was taken aback, and slowly put down the teacup: "So, the seniors deliberately put me in the painting?"

"Hahaha, you don't have to be so vigilant. Xun Weng laughed and said, "I'm just a wisp of remnant soul, and I can't get out of this painting, so your little secrets won't be leaked." ”

"As for putting you in the painting. He said with great interest: "Naturally, it's because your cultivation is almost enough, and I'm about to dissipate." I've been observing for a long time, and your character is pretty good, so I don't have any regrets about handing over this Songxi Cave Heavenly Map to you. ”

This person has a very indifferent view of his own life and death, and he talks about it as if it is just a very ordinary thing.

Liu Qinghuan slowly relaxed his tense body: "Is the senior leaving?"

"yes. Xun Weng said lightly: "My remnant soul has been supported for so long, and I should have died in the battle with foreign clans. Back then, the Heavenly Wind Realm broke through the interface and called, and my Dharma Body died in battle, leaving only a wisp of remnant soul that was saved by my friend, and then placed in this Songxi Cave Heavenly Map. It's just that my friend never returned, so I'm afraid he was also poisoned. By the way, what time is it out there now?"

Liu Qinghuan was in an extremely complicated mood and said, "Senior, it has been 150,000 years since the last Boundary Sealing War. ”

Xun Weng was stunned for a moment and sighed: "Is it so long? I have slept for so long......

Liu Qinghuan saw that he seemed to be a little depressed, so he slowly talked about the course of the past 150,000 years. Xun Weng smiled with relief when he heard that Yun Mengze had finally won the Boundary War, but when he heard that the interface of the original first product had been lowered to the sixth grade, he fell silent again.

When he heard that Taizun Dayan had calculated that the Second Boundary Sealing War was about to come in one or two hundred years, his expression became extremely solemn.

"Our interface has so many disasters and difficulties......," he muttered, and smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect that I would have to go through two Boundary Wars. In this way, I can't die now, two hundred years, and I don't know if I can survive until then......"

Liu Qinghuan sat up straight, thinking of this person's experience, he couldn't help but lift his spirits, and asked, "Senior, why don't you tell me about the last Boundary War." Although it is recorded in ancient books, it is now very incomplete. ”

"There's no hurry. Xun Weng tapped his fingers on the table, thought for a while, and then said, "I have to think about some things again, and I'll talk to you about them later." When I saw you today, I was supposed to say goodbye to you, and my remnant soul won't last much longer. But now that he knows that another Boundary Sealing War is coming, he has to fight to the last of his strength. ”

He stood up and asked Liu Qinghuan to follow, and the two walked down the stairs.

"Originally, I wanted to play a game of chess with you, but it seems that I can't today. In order to delay a little longer, I will fall asleep again soon after. When the War of Closure is about to begin, you will wake me up. Before that, I'm going to teach you the trick of entering this diagram, and in addition, you can transplant some more spirit grass and spirit trees to this to increase the aura in the cave......"

Xun Weng confessed as he walked, obviously in a hurry. Liu Qinghuan responded one by one and followed closely behind him.

Speaking of which, he recently met two remnant souls, one is Qingluan and the other is Xun Weng. But Qingluan is an immortal phoenix, as long as he returns to the main soul, he will be fine, and if Xun Weng dissipates, it will be real death.

They soon descended halfway up the mountain, and Xun Weng led the trail up the hill through a pine forest, where several huts were built in the clearing.