Twelve years later.

North of Jianyuan.

In the vast yellow sand desert in the northwest, a young woman wearing a tulle and a crown feather paced slowly, against the scorching sun and sand, step by step, walking slowly towards the east.

In the deep mountains and old forests where the evil beasts were running, there was a wild man with a big knife pinned to his waist, unkempt, and disheveled, running in stride, looking at the map in his hand from time to time, heading to the northwest.

In a fragrant book place in the south, the case file is Chen, the white jade scholar abandons the fan and holds the sword, wears white clothes, has a long bun, a wooden hairpin is stained with fireworks and dew in the trip, and the sleeve robe swings lightly with the wind, all the way to the north.

In the bustling streets of Shengcai City, there is a person who is in rags. If others look at it, they will be suspicious, and if they encounter it, they will avoid it. However, no matter how crowded the street is, this person with a penny on his back has a spacious side, and the place he wants to go is a temple.

In one of the thousands of nameless wild graves at the head of Luoshui Beach, a naked and white man came out of an unknown dirt bag, with an indifferent expression, half white hair on his left shoulder, half of the green silk hanging in front of his heart, shaking the soil on his body, jumping into the air lightly, and sweeping south.

Most of the Fengxue Qian'an is just a dilapidated temple, and there are not many of them with names. This room is one, the name, the tail view. Okan is the meaning of the last room. Young monks step barefoot on the ground mixed with incense ash and earth, facing the cracked Buddha statue, bowing their heads and chanting.

At midnight one day, five people from different places gathered outside the dilapidated temple with a little candle light.

When the crowd gathers, the door of the nunnery opens by itself.

Everyone looked inside, the monk smiled at the Buddha, and the monk laughed at the Buddha.

There was no word between the five of them, so they found an open space and sat down cross-legged.

The big knife man moved big, his buttocks went down, and the incense ash rose.

The white jade scholar gently twisted a little incense plaster on the ground with his fingers, and smelled it, the incense in the world was indeed incense.

A trace of it was wiped on the chest of his white clothes, and since then the chest of his white clothes has been plastered with dust.

It was originally a beautiful move, but it also looked very beautiful.

The tulle woman floated in the air, and the place where she sat was still a finger gap from the ground, probably because her position was uncomfortable, moved slightly to the left.

The beggar with the penny on his back sat down and hugged the penny, and everyone was far away from him, so that he still had a spacious side.

The man from Luo Shui was wrapped in coarse linen clothes, and his green silk and white hair covered most of his face, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

The young monk sat down on the spot and introduced himself: "Fengxue Nunnery, little monk, don't ask." ”

Then extend your hand to the right and signal to continue. Turn from the right and identify yourself in turn.

"Qin Shu, Qin Shu Immortal. ”

"The long song should be happy, and the boat will be supported. ”

"The young master of Qi is a family, holding a white son, Qi one. ”

"Orphans, flying on the water. ”

"Yin and Yang Dao, Yin Ghost, Yin Nine Spoons. ”

The young monk said: "Survival is in the north, and it is not happy to disperse." ”

When they heard this, the crowd dispersed.

At the end of the view, there was only one young monk left.

He stood up and turned around, facing the Buddha again, chanting the sutra.

This Buddha statue, I don't know how many years have passed, and the paint is about to fall off.

After this night, the wind rose in the sea of ink, and no one in the world had ever seen these six people at the same time.

However, after this night, there was great chaos in the world, and mortal monks frequently disappeared.

Finally, one day, the mortals who were missing from the family joined forces and smashed this ruined temple.

On the night when the six of them parted unhappily, a boy was running hard in an unknown mountain in the vast mountains.

He had huge chains on his feet, and behind him was a middle-aged man coughing up green blood as he walked, holding a sword and following him......

As soon as the boy took a step to run slowly, the middle-aged man's sword back was drawn to his back.

"Run! The hardships you have endured today are the sins you will suffer less in the future. ”

"Hatoasa, you hold it up for me. ”

The middle-aged man shouted while vomiting blood.

It seems that he intends to imprint this sentence in the boy's heart!

The boy's name is dove, nine birds and doves, and the depth is shallow.

He once asked the man who coughed up green blood all day long why he was called that.

The man replied:

"Because, you are a descendant of the Gu Feng clan, and your mother likes to wear light-colored clothes. ”

Therefore, his name is Hatosa.

The phoenix, also known as the nine-headed bird, is the legendary mythical beast of this world, the embodiment of the sun.

According to legend, each of the descendants of the dove clan can be reborn from the fire and become the dragon and phoenix among the people who soar in the sky.

I don't know if it's true or not.

One day, a middle-aged man took out the guqin and played a song, and the strings broke at some point.

He knew he was going to die.

So, he called Hatosa.

"I'm dying. ”

"Well, I can see it. ”

"But you're still weak. The man sighed, the dove has broken through the six realms in more than ten years, which is already extremely extraordinary.

However, the Mohai Mansion will fall, and this speed is still too slow after all.

After all, time waits for no one.

"Do you have a lot of enemies?" Although Hatoasa had heard him say countless times that Mohai's situation was worrying, he still didn't understand why he was in such a hurry to force himself to break through the realm.

Maybe you haven't seen the crisis with your own eyes, so you don't know how to be anxious?

"Yes, but not much. The man thought for a moment, and there was a dog breed in the north that had always wanted to beat him, so he nodded.

Hearing not much, Jiuqian comforted the man in turn: "Then don't worry about me, I have already cultivated to the Jindan realm." ”

One way of cultivation, one realm for a day.

The lower three realms are negative and dragging, and Qing Han asked: Raise the spirit, observe the pulse, and refine the bones.

The middle three realms are refreshing and ascending to immortals, painting bones and taking off the mortal: washing the marrow, asking the sky, and Jindan.

The upper three realms are fighting for life with the sky, and the clouds are ascending: gods, immortals, and mortals.

Gu Qian wanted to say that he almost stepped into the upper three realms in one step, which was enough to protect himself.

The middle-aged man sighed and shook his head.

The Golden Pill Realm is not enough to survive smoothly in this immortal forest that is full of dangers.

Not to mention the world of deceitful people!

"Have you memorized everything I've taught you all these years?"

"Well, I have memorized the rebirth trick of the fire, the phoenix dance, the three stunts, and the famous sword moves of Mohai. ”

Hado shallow added a sentence in his heart, although some of them had to be in shape for the time being.

"Good. "The man was satisfied.

"You know I want to learn your piano the most, but you won't teach me. You said you'd tell me the reason before you died, tell me. ”

"Being drunk on timbre makes you weak. The man was determined, as if he had experienced it himself.

"Okay, is there a cross-border defeat in this world?" Hatoasa thought of something important, and decided whether he would retreat without a fight in the future.

"Yes, a lot!" the man was still sure.

"Is it because there are so many people like this, and you are not strong enough, that your mother died?" asked Hatosa, frowning.

The man casually spat green blood to the side and shook his head.

"No, it's not a war crime, it's me in the wrong place. ”

Standing in the wrong place?

"Tell me, who killed my mother?"

Who?

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and pointed at the dove.

"Me?" said Hatosa, shocked.

How can it be me?

The middle-aged man looked to the north, as if he had fallen into a memory, and changed his words and said:

"Your mother is beautiful, she is the most beautiful woman by the north wall. ”

"You've said that many times. The dove pursed his lips, no matter how beautiful he was, he had never seen it once.

"I say this to tell you that if you want to find a female companion in the future, remember to pick the best one in the world. ”

"You told me that the beauty of the world is like a cloud, do you just want me to pick a good-looking skin?"

"Yes. Skins will do. ”

"Do you want me to be as superficial as my name?"

"When you have the qualifications to pick the best woman in the world, you will not be superficial. ”

Qualification is ability, how can a man who has the ability to get the most beautiful woman in the world be bad?

Hachiasa nodded thoughtfully.

"I promise you, if there's anything else you want to say, just say it before you die. ”

"I want to say a lot, a lot ......"

"It's okay, you say little by little, I'm not cultivating today, just listen here. ”

“......”

A thousand words can't tell the deep affection of a father for his son.

After that, the sun is setting.

The last sentence: "Don't tell anyone where I'm buried." ”

Hatoasa was puzzled, but nodded.

In the end, the man did not die directly, but passed on all the little cultivation he had left to Hatosa.

His name is Dove Heng Sunset, and he was once the brightest star in this world.

Over the years, he has taught Hatoasa everything he knows, except for playing the piano.

Although he was unwilling, he also died without regrets.

On this day, Gu Qian entered the Shenxuan Realm from the Jindan Realm with his help.

Since then, Gu Qian has stepped into the upper three realms, the realm of fighting for his life with the sky, and he has also ushered in the first thunder tribulation in his life.

There is only so much that can be helped, and the only way behind is to rely on Gu Qian to go by himself.

The dove smiled and turned into a puff of fly ash and dissipated into the air.

The dove glanced at the thunderous sky and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Shout at the sky.

"Come on!"